#personalized drabble

[v-s-c]

Aren't the stars beautiful?

Bruno Madrigal x Toby (Personalized drabble[?])

Genre: SFW, Fluff

Warnings: nothing really, just pretty short. :((

He/it used for Toby <3 /p

@galaxys-far-away

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A small giggle could be heard in the kitchen from Dolores as she heard only something her talented ears could hear. The two males looked like lovesick teenagers as one lead the other through the outskirts of Encanto, near the river where everything had first happened.

But that never crossed their minds, only the way their hearts synced up as they finally made it to a clearing where they could finally settle down and look at the stars, a small hobby the both of them quite enjoyed.

"¡Ay! Toby look at that one! ¡Mirá mirá!" Bruno exclaimed quietly, pointing up to the sky as a small dot flew across their vision. "Make a wish Bruno." It said, laying on his lovers chest as he looked up with him. The sky really was beautiful at this time of night. Music could just barely be heard from town but they were so far from everyone that it didn't really matter.

A small hum rumbled in the slightly shorter males throat, as if thinking about what to wish for before a smile broke out on his and he looked down at his boyfriend. "I wish to be with you forever." The words were soft, almost whispered as nothing but love shun in Bruno's eyes.

He had never felt so- so loved before. When he was sitting here, heartbeat in sync with the one person that truly loved him, he felt alive.

It couldn't help but smile at his lovers words, reaching a hand up to cradle the man's jaw as it stared into his eyes. "Me too Bruno...me too." No other words had to be shared as stars now fell down from the sky repeatedly. And neither being could help the smile on their face as they bathed in each other's presence.

Unfortunately, it was getting cold and Toby hadn't brought a coat of any sorts to cuddle up in. Fortunately though, his boyfriend met him with wide arms and a cozy rauna to cuddle under before falling asleep under the stars.

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[hibiscuswrites]

Pairing: Rio x Ariana ( @aria725​)

Warnings: Death, betrayal 

Word count: 770 

***Sorry it took me so long to get done mama. I’ve been slacking. I hope you like it though  💋***

You tried to keep your face neutral as you stared at Rio, your hands closed into fists at your sides. You weren’t angry, you just hoped that it would conceal the way they shook in anxiety. You watched him as he stood there smirking, hands clasped together and hanging lazily in front of him as he stared back at you. Turner was sitting off a few inches to Rio’s left, tied to a chair with his mouth taped, face bloody and beaten.

He had called you to come to the warehouse, not telling you what for, only that he wanted to see you. You had of course shown up, entirely oblivious to the surprise that he had waiting for you. Unknown to you, Rio had learned about you being undercover. It had been hard for him to believe at first, him having tested you time and time again. You had proved both your worth and your loyalty every time they had put you on the spot and as such, you had risen through the ranks. Of course, Mick was still his man, but you tagged along with them often, Rio’s trust in you 100%. It had not taken long for feelings to develop and soon enough, you were a couple.

He had been blindsided to learn then that you were undercover. Working with the FBI to try and take both him and his organization down. Your betrayal had pissed him off of course.

But for you to betray him when you were his girl? When you had agreed to ride for him?

That treachery stung more than anything.

So now here he was, gun hanging lazily in his hand as he stared at you, that vicious smirk on his face as he watched you tremble and fidget.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t figure it out? Huh, Ari? You really thought that you could get away with just slidin’ in here and trying to take us down? Take me down?”

He shook his head and sucked his teeth at you in disappointment, pushing off the table he was leaning against to stand straight. He strode toward you slowly, the air around him nothing but pure intimidation. His gun stayed in his hand while his free hand came up to run his fingers softly over your lips.

“I trusted you, and you played me. So we have to figure out how to make this right.”

“I didn’t play you.”

“Oh, you didn’t?”

You could see the anger starting to rise and you backtracked some.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was just supposed to get close, get intel and then get out. I wasn’t ever supposed to start caring for you and you weren’t supposed to care for me either. I do though. I fucked up and I know that. But what I feel for you was never fake. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

Rio nodded, staring at you for a few silent seconds.

“But it is, and now you have to make a decision.”

He walked away from you backwards until he was back by Turner, raising the gun to aim it at the side of his head. Rio’s eyes never left yours as he spoke, watching your every move.

“You gotta make a choice mama. Me or him. You want to be with your little partner, or you wanna be with me? You can’t have both. Not anymore.”

You locked eyes with Turner, silently offering him your apology before answering the gang leader.

“I pick you, Rio. It’s always you. I’ll always take you over anyone else.”

He stayed staring at you, looking you over and trying to look for any sign of deceit or manipulation. He found none. Just you apologizing for what you did and deciding that he was more important to you than the bureau. Rio nodded and then pulled the trigger, the shot echoing as Turner slumped over.

Rio did not have a reaction though, keeping his eyes on you as he strolled forward until you were toe to toe. One hand reaching out to play with one of your dark brown curls while the other grasped the curve of your hip that he loved so much. That hand slid back, over the slope of your ass before giving it a squeeze. His voice was low as he spoke to you, his eyes raking over your gorgeous brown skin that he missed the taste of.

“You’re gonna have to really work hard to win back my trust, Ariana.”

Your nod was strong as you stared up at him.

“I’ll do whatever.”  

[ladykateofledfordpark]

i have seen your domestic! tom sato and iT WAS SO CUTE I— 💞 which makes me wonder if you could do one for ajay bhandari?? ( HE MAKES ME SO SOFT I CAN'T EXPLAIN ) u could decline btww 💕✊️

Nonnyyyy

I seriously can't stop smiling. You're so so sweet I just can't. xD 💖

One domestic Ajay Bhandari drabble coming right up! =D

"I don't even know why I'm so nervous." Ajay utters. He watches you as you jump up and down in excitement, like a hyperactive little kid who just ate some candy.

"Majo..." he groans. To any stranger it may sound like a serious sigh of exasperation, but you can see the twinkle in his eyes.

"What?"

"Will you please stop jumping in place? You're making me anxious."

"Relax! Casey already knows you, and my parents will love you!"

Ajay frowns at his figure in the mirror. He brushes down his suit and fixes his tie before he turns to you. "Are you sure?"

For some reason, you find yourself giggling. Ajay huffs, but that just strengthens your laughter.

"Why are you laughing?"

You shake your head, still laughing. "You're really funny."

He grins. One of his warm hands cups your face and brushes your cheek, as if you were a treasure he never thought he'd find. "Are you sure you're sober?"

Your laughter immediately subsides. Your eyes widen and your mouth opens as you search for words which are so hard to find. "Ajay! You know I drank only once! And that was to help my parents with a new recipe!"

His smirk widens. "Relax, Majo. I was only teasing."

Your cheeks heat up. "Oh."

You try to back away, but Ajay takes hold of your wrist. "Wait. Before we go, a good luck kiss?"

You think of denying his request, but when you meet his eyes the words die in your throat. He's looking at you with large puppy eyes. And you can never decline that look, even if it comes from Ajay, the most serious person you know.

You sigh. "Fine."

The mischievous glint to his eyes returns. He brings you back toward him, so only a few inches divide the both of you. "Good."

And then his lips brush yours, and you forget about everything else: Casey's enthusiastic shouts, the clattering of pots and pans, and even the smell of food.

Apparently your boyfriend really has super powers.

I hope you liked this, nonny! I thought it would be cute to explore Ajay really meeting MC's family, and I hope I did it justice.

@mariaoz Twin, this is a little present for you! 💖

[dollwritesarchive]

I'm sooooo happy for you doll! Congrats again! 🍓 may I ask to be part of this celebration and request a drabble? Name Andrea (for pet names you can use whatever you want! Maybe strawbaby too, if you want? ajchgcys because i love it sm). Short hair, soft body. With Bucky, please (may I call him "angel" or "Buck"? if it's okay). Smut and idk if I have to choose just one buut I can't really choose between praise kink/dirty talk and metal arm kink so you can do what you prefer! xx🍓

here you go, my strawbaby!! it is late, and i apologize from the depths of my heart!! i’m a sucker for the metal arm kink, so i decided to go with that mostly, but i did try to include a little bit of every kink you mentioned!! i also took some creative liberties, because i love the idea of your soft, precious little butt being able to repair his arm irhgrigiofdofad SO CUTE. i also threw in some italian to make it AUTHENTIC but i just hope i didn’t effff it up, i had to use a translator, if it’s completely wrong and cringey I APOLOGIZEEE!

mechanical whirring, clanking, the sound of repairing what was broken. since being with Bucky, you’d noticed a couple of things, but the number one was that he was incredibly reckless, and although his arm was inhumanly strong, he still found ways to fuck it up, to put it mildly. working on his arm was a lot like working on a car, which you’d been blessed with the knowledge of via the men in your family growing up, so whenever he came home with sparks flying out of his bicep or, god forbid, unable to move it at all, you grabbed the tool kit (which was almost too heavy for you to lift), and laid everything out, before getting to work.

“You have to be more careful, Buck,” you scolded, but you could feel those baby blues on you, and your face heated up with a blush. he did this all the time while you worked, and it drove you absolutely insane. staring at you the whole time with that goofy look on his face, eyes alight. you didn’t look up from what you were doing, but he was staring. again. “And stop staring at me,  Chi ti credi di essere?” 

Bucky chuckled, and bit down on his bottom tier as you worked. “God, you know how much I love it when you speak Italian? It’s so goddamn sexy. I could listen to you talk all day, My Love.” he didn’t stop staring, and you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smile from breaking on to your lips, adding in soft voice.

“Non mi stai ascoltando.“ sighing, you drew back and dropped your tools into the case, looking at his arm to examine the repairs. it was a little scuffed, not as shiny as it usually was, but you could polish it later if he really insisted upon it; he never did. 

“There, I think that about does it. Can you move it? Go slow, Angelo. It was really bad this time.”

slowly, Bucky began to clench a fist. the sounds of the metal plates clinking had you crossing your fingers, but you let out a heavy sigh of relief when nothing went haywire. “Good. Maybe you should take a break from-”

“Take a break? I’m just about to try out the improvements, Baby Cakes.” in an instant, Bucky had slid one foot out, hooking it around the leg of your chair, and one loud squeal sounded out as the feet dragged against the surface of the hardwood floor, and you were brought closer to him. he was wearing a smirk as he chewed on his lip and one eyebrow quirked. “And I think you should watch. You know, to make sure everything’s working in tip top shape.”

you started to protest, but you couldn’t help but close your mouth as soon as you saw what he was referring to as ‘trying out,’ his metal fingers caressing through dark jeans, pawing at the sizable bulge growing there. “I suppose I should…” you trailed off, in a trance, eyes following his palm’s every circle. your fringe fell in your eyes but Bucky was quick to take his flesh fingers to it, brushing it back to tuck neatly behind your delicate ear before tracing your supple cheek.

he lets out something akin to a hum mated with a growl, and you know the sound of his pleasure so well it practically shakes your insides as it rumbles from deep within his chest, and he’s watching your face the whole time, only growing harder at how glued you are to his fondling of himself. “Not even going to scold me?” he let out a low chuckle as his metal hand went from his own crotch straight to your mouth, first two fingers tapping delicately on your lips. “Open up, Baby Cakes.”

you did as instructed, without a second thought. parting pinky tiers, you took those two fingers into your mouth, sucking on them for several seconds, swirling your tongue around them like your life depended on it, keeping your eyes locked on his. you could tell by the way that his eyes darkened that the sight was only getting him harder, and you felt a surge of feminine power wash over you. you had the ability to lap at his fingers, soak his metal hand in your saliva until it was dripping and glimmering like brand new silver, and he clammed up at the sight, recalling all the times you’d given his manhood similar treatment.

“What a good girl,” Bucky coos, eyes never leaving the obscene sight. somehow, you manage to even make something so filthy look so adorable, and he’s shifting, the prominent tent in his trousers demanding attention, now. he withdraws his metal hand, but uses the flesh one to guide you from your chair on to your knees in front of him. your face nestled against his inner thigh. “Baby gets the best seat in the house, front row.” he gives the side of your face a gentle love pat before fishing himself from his pants swiftly.

every time you’re face to face with his member, you find it difficult to look away from; setting the impressive length aside, the girth is almost unbelievable, and it’s when you’re directly inches from it, standing tall against his abdomen, admiring every vein and the gentle curve, the swollen tip, that you realize why Bucky leaves bruises on your flexile form. your skin is much too delicate for such a man, and yet? you’d have it no other way.

“Buck…” you trail off again, unable to bring yourself to form a coherent statement as you stare, doe-eyed at his shaft before you when he takes hold of it. he looks down at you with this killer smile of his, but his teeth are grit as he drags a slow, torturous stroke up himself.

“Fuck, Andrea, I know how much you love to watch. I’m about to give you the best show, Baby.” 

sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, you chewed, inching closer until your shoulders are nuzzled against his thighs, your face as physically close to the action as it can get without pressing his thickness against your cheek; you can feel the warmth radiating from his manhood, smell his pure arousal as pre-cum leaks from the tip. normally, you’d have slid your tongue along his slit to catch it, and you found your legs twitching, wanting you to do that now, but you resisted. he wanted to give you a show, so you’d let him. “Mi prometti?” you coo in your native tongue. Bucky understands. he’s been with you long enough to have picked up words here and there. the inquiry has his pace quickening, and he’s corkscrewing his metal hand around his length in skillful caresses. the low buzzing his arm makes when it starts to perform at a speed beyond the normal man’s limits in like music to your ears, paired with his feral grunting. 

huffing through grit teeth with low growls bubbling past those delicious lips, eyebrows furrowed as he focuses all of his attention on pleasuring himself with his steel gaze on your figure beneath him, he sounds no more human than a raging bull. “Have I ever lied to you before, Baby Cakes?” he groans out, his pleasure finding a nearly murderous pace as he milked himself relentless, squeezing along the length and dragging his thumb over his weeping tip. he alternated between that method and not squeezing at all, rutting into his own, slippery silver palm as his fingers traced the veins on his shaft that were protruding by snapping his hips forward, and you were right there, front and center, to see it all. “Do you promise to let me paint that pretty face?”

you breathe in the scent of his raw desire with your eyelids heavy, an already blissed smile gracing your lips, although your womanhood is twitching, begging for attention. did he even have to ask? “Of course, Angelo.” you whine as you rub your cheek against his thigh, planting little kisses through the fabric and look up at him through your mousey pixie cut. you could bat those pretty, dark lashes and you knew by the way his broad chest rose and fell at the sight that he was close already. “I want to be covered in your cum, Buck. Please, don’t hold back.”

and he didn’t. with a howl of your name, his flesh hand reaches out, fisting itself into your soft frills at the crown of your head and he angles himself for the perfect aim at your features. in a moment’s time, ribbons of his warmth stripes your lips, your cheeks, and is dripping down your chin, and you’re sitting pretty, mouth open, core dripping wet through your pants at the vulgar show you’d just been given. you knew it wasn’t over, not even close. Bucky was aware how much you liked to watch him, how much his climax turned you on, and so you knew you’d be next to be pleasured. 

panting, the super soldier milked the last of his orgasm from his twitching, softening member on to your features, smearing it around with two, metal digits before dipping them into your open mouth with a gentle hum of approval through ragged breathing. “Well, Baby Cakes? I think it’s.. Safe to say… The arm is working fine..”

“I don’t know,” you giggle, lapping at the sticky substance on your lips. the taste of his semen is so unpolluted, so raw, and so him. “I think perhaps we should run another diagnostics test, cosa pensi?“

in the blink of an eye, you’re hoisted from the floor and laid out on the table as one powerful limb sweeps your tools off of it and they clatter against the floor. “Bucky!” you scold, trying to sit up. he pushes you back down with his warm hand as cool metal rubs against your sensitive center. 

“You wanted another test. Here it is.”

rough translations because i do not speak italian but i tried my best: 

who do you think you are?you’re not listening to me. angeldo you promise?what do you think?

                     PERSONALIZED DRABBLE 6 // 10

[inyournightmares97]

Congrats on 400! First time requesting ever, but I love your writing so here goes: (1) Fave story of yours is Remember You from the Fireworks series. You made Jinyoung so realistically flawed -- I really enjoyed the dynamic between him and the protagonist. Looking forward to the rest of Tomorrow, Today! (2) Got7 Jinyoung biased as well. (3) I'm a romantic at heart and fantasize the idea of love, but I'm also a realistic and am afraid to give anyone so much power over my emotions. Thanks!

A/N: I’m so glad you enjoyed Remember You! I rewrote that fic about three times before I was happy with it, lol. I started off with one of my most hated tropes: ‘guy-falls-for-girl-he-rejected-earlier-because-now-she’s-hot’ and tried to write it in a way that didn’t make me think the guy was a disgusting pig.

Wow, I completely understand your outlook towards love. I know I literally run a blog writing romance fanfiction, but I’m so skeptical of dating in real life and I don’t think it’s worth the turmoil of emotions. So this drabble is more for me than you, lol.

SecretlyRomantic!reader + Jinyoung (GOT7)

“Where have you been? We were supposed to start studying an hour ago!”

Your roommate had just entered your dorm room, her head bowed in dismay. You could tell from her expression that something was wrong. You instantly softened your tone and blinked at her, concerned.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked gently.

At your question, tears burst forth from her eyes. She came over and sat on your bed, sniffling as she held back sobs. You wrapped your arms around her comfortingly as she admitted what was wrong.

“J-Jackson and I broke up!”

It was no surprise to you. Your fingertips weren’t enough to count the number of friends you’d seen reduced to tears because of some boy. It started to feel mundane after a while. Why did girls put themselves through this? Why take all the time and effort to date a guy who was only going to break your heart eventually? Sure, it was romantic in books and nice to fantasize about, but how many relationships in real life lasted that way? Almost none. The idea of a perfect man who would understand you and love you no matter what was obviously amazing, but it wasn’t like that in real life. You didn’t know who the protagonist in your love story was from the start. The guy standing in front of you could be your one true love, but he could also be a selfish bastard who would destroy your heart if you let him in too easily.

Honestly, it was better to just manage on your own than risk letting someone break you.

Your roommate cried her heart out and then went to bury herself under her blankets. She was clearly not going to be able to study for the exam tomorrow, and would probably end up failing the course. You loved her, but really…

how did people never learn?

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“Hey! How was your exam?”

You looked up from your book and flushed as you spotted Park Jinyoung. You hadn’t noticed him enter the cafe, but he was standing in front of you with a cup of coffee in his hands. Park Jinyoung was the extremely handsome boy who sat behind you in freshman year. You’d been casual acquaintances with him for a while now, but you’d gotten much closer recently after your roommate started dating his friend Jackson.

“My exam was great,” you replied, gesturing for Jinyoung to take a seat opposite you. He smiled and sat down. You personally felt a little flustered. You would never admit it, but you often made sure to sit next to Jinyoung and not across from him when you were in groups. Looking at his beautiful face straight on was a little overwhelming. But he was giving you his usual gentle smile and your heart fluttered a little.

“Yeah? You must have studied a lot. I think I did okay, too,” Jinyoung replied, taking a sip of his coffee. He hummed and frowned. “I think Jackson screwed his up? He seemed pretty distracted. I didn’t see your roommate either…?”

You sighed. “They broke up.”

Jinyoung’s eyes widened in alarm. “Really?”

“Yeah. I’m not sure exactly what happened but it seemed complicated. She was crying all night,” you explained with a sigh. “She’s going to have a hard time making up for this exam. Professor Lee isn’t too forgiving about these things. I think it’s such a pity when somebody’s relationship problems get in the way of their academics.”

“Ouch, that’s harsh,” Jinyoung joked. “No sympathy for your friend?”

“Sure, I sympathize. But honestly. I think I would feel pretty shitty if I failed an exam and looked back a year or two later and remembered that it was because of some asshole guy that ditched me. You open yourself up to so much emotional turmoil in a relationship.”

Jinyoung bit his lip softly and looked at you with interest. His intense gaze flustered you and you found yourself looking back down at the table. After a few moments, he reached out and turned the book you had been reading to face him. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“That’s a romance novel,” he pointed out.

You flushed. “I mean…”

“You can’t be a complete skeptic if you read those,” Jinyoung pointed out. He leaned back with a chuckle and folded his arms across his chest. “I’m trying to figure you out. You love reading romance novels but you’re skeptical of romance in real life…?”

You bit your lip, feeling a little flustered at his direct questioning. “I find it hard to trust people. It’s not that I’m totally skeptical of romance, I just wouldn’t want to give someone control over my emotions until I know them and trust them completely.”

“Hmm. So what does it take to trust someone?”

“Time,” you replied firmly.

Jinyoung raised an eyebrow. “Time?”

“I mean, you could do any number of tests to see if someone is trustworthy or not, but nothing is as reliable as the test of time. People who have weird intentions often reveal themselves sooner or later, it’s a matter of waiting long enough for them to out themselves,” you pointed out.

“So if you’ve known a guy for a long time… you would trust him?”

“If his behavior is consistent, and he shows that he can be relied on repeatedly, then sure. You can’t make a snap judgement based on a single instance. A person’s personality is made up of so many parts that it takes time to see them all.”

Jinyoung hummed lightly, his fingers playing with his coffee cup. He seemed to be thinking deeply about what you were saying and he looked up at you suddenly. “So how much time do you think it would take to trust somebody? Like, approximately, how long would you have to know them for?”

“Years.”

“How many, though?”

You sighed and thought about it. “Well, if I interacted with him on a regular basis, then… two years to be safe? I think that should be enough time for a person to prove that they can be trusted, if their behavior has been consistent for two years.”

Jinyoung placed his hand on his chin and smiled at you. “How long has it been since we met? We first talked in Political Science class in November of 2016, and it’s April now… so 1 year and 5 months?” he counted on the tips of his fingers.

You blinked. “Huh? What does that-”

Jinyoung leaned back and finished the rest of his coffee, placing the empty cup on the table in front of you with a small smirk on his face. “In that case, you should mark your calendar for seven months from now. I have a feeling that you and I will have a date.”

You stared at him and flushed. “What-”

“I’ll see you around, I have to get to class. Bye!”

[hibiscuswrites]

Pairing: Rio x Anna ( @robbosugdens​)

Warnings: Implication of a Dom/sub relationship, implied sexual content

Word count: 633

***Hope you like it babe  ❤️***

“You ok, mama?”

You nodded with a tired smile, eyes heavy as they looked up at him. You were flat on your back, the soft ropes gone from your wrists and how only light pink indents in their place. Rio sat beside you, hands rubbing softly at your wrists, a smile on his face as well.

“You did good, Anna baby. Such a good girl for me.”

He stayed with you for a few minutes more before releasing your hands and moving to stand up. You reached for him with a whine and he hushed you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll be right back. I just gotta gather some stuff and then I’ll be right here again. I gotta take care of my baby.”

You agreed reluctantly and closed your eyes relaxing while he left the room. You were not sure how long he was gone but he softly stroked your bare tummy when he came back, your eyes fluttering open. He held his hand out for you to take, helping you sit up in the bed before giving you a glass of water.

“Drink it all.”

You nodded and began taking slow sips. If there was one thing Rio was particular about, it was making sure that you were hydrated after playing. While you were drinking, Rio was already grabbing your glasses from your face and cleaning then more you, sure that in the passion of the encounter, they were sure to be smudged. He wiped them and then softly placed them back onto your face, taking the half empty glass from you.

“You wanna cuddle?”

Your smile was enough of an answer for him and he placed the water down onto the nightstand, laying back down and pulling you with him. He wrapped his arms around you and cradled you, his hand on the back of your head as he ran his fingers through your dark brown locks. He smiled gently as one particular wave at the end stuck out. He kept brushing his fingers through your hair, enjoying just being able to hold you and be so close. His voice was soft when he spoke.

“You did such a good job. Took everything I gave you. You might even be tougher than me.”

You both chuckled together, his hold on you tightening some as he stroked down your back to soothe you more. His hand continued down, smoothing along your skin slowly, fingers gliding over the slope of your hip. He was humming something; you weren’t sure what. It was relaxing none the less and you found yourself starting to grow tired again.

You had come down, your breathing back to normal and now even more even than usual. A sharp contrast to the gasps and heaving you had been doing a mere ten minutes before when he was having his way with you. He continued to stroke your back and he tried to lull you to sleep. He could tell you were exhausted, and he would wait until you woke up from your nap to get you some food.

“What do you want to eat when you wake up, Ann?”

You shrugged softly and yawned, cuddling further into the warmth and security of his chest.

“Doesn’t matter to me. We can have whatever.”

Rio settled for that and figured he would let you pick when you awoke. Your voice already sounded like you were on the edge.

“Can you tell me a story? Maybe from like when you were a kid or something?”

Rio nodded and began to quietly recite one of his favorite memories, knowing that the sound of his voice would put you to sleep in no time. Until then, he would cuddle you into him and help soothe you to sleep.

[hibiscuswrites]

Pairing: Frank Castle x Cait ( @preciousbarakat​) 

Warnings: None 

Word count: 653

***Thanks for being so patient babe. Hope you like it  💕***

“How much further are we goin’ here, Cait?”

You smiled and reached for Frank’s hand, clasping yours around it and tugging him to keep walking with you.

“We’re almost there. Just a little bit further.”

Frank grumbled but kept walking with you. You were usually shy and randomly deciding to take him somewhere late at night after a rough bay was not something common for you. So he had been apprehensive but came anyway. And as you dragged him through a barely lit trail at some park, he had no idea what it was that you even had planned. Both of you walked for a few moments more before you came out of the canopy of trees and were now looking at an empty field. There was not much, and it was darker than the trail, but now as Frank looked around, he could see why.

It was the perfect place for stargazing.

Just far enough away from the city where the lights did not obscure the view. The night sky was clear, not a cloud in sight and all of the stars were visible, glittering in the night sky looking like a scene from a movie.

“Wow.”

He could not really think of what else to say, looking back at you to find you smiling brightly, loving to see him in awe and most importantly of all, relaxed.

“Come sit with me.”

Frank nodded and let you pull him to sit on one of the benches. It was a cooler night and he tugged you into his side, his warmth radiating through his jacket and heating you up. You let your head rest on his shoulder, his hand coming up to rake through your hair, sighing contentedly as he felt your golden hair slip through his fingers.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you for bringing me out here.”

Your smile was soft and loving as you looked up at him, Frank’s own lips forming a smile. The permanent grimace he wore was gone and how he looked at peace. Gazing down at you, his smile stayed.

“Is this where you come when you have a bad day?”

Your nod was adorable to him and nodded himself, keeping his eyes on you. The green of your eyes was not as visible in this dark night, but he could still make out the soft freckles that were peppered into your pale skin around them. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, trailing his lips to kiss over your cheek bone, then your eyes, then the very tip of your nose. He covered your faces in kisses, enjoying being with you. He loved nothing more than being able to be with you, safe in his arms and there to both receive his love and give it back.

He had not ever thought that he would find someone that would understand and accept him. All of him. At least not like Maria did. He was a different man from then though and while you knew the unsavoriness of the tasks he carried out, you still loved him and made sure that he knew it.

You both continued to sit there, relaxed in each other’s arms, sharing the warmth and the love as you gazed at the bright stars. There was not any talking, just a perfectly comfortable silence as his thumb stroked your shoulder, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

In the distance, there was a slight flash of lightning and Frank sighed, sitting up some and pulling you with him.

“Alright, darlin’. Let’s start going before we get caught in the rain.”

You agreed, his voice already softer and his shoulders down from the tensely raised position that had been when he had gotten home. You both shared a kiss before getting back on the trail to head back into town, Franks voice teasing.

“Maybe we can stop for a coffee if you’re not tired yet.”

[hibiscuswrites]

Pairing: Billy Russo x Ayanna ( @breakingnewsin-no-oneasked​ ) 

Warnings: Hints at sexuality, nothing crazy 

Word count: 732

***I hope you like it mamita  💗***

You smiled as you look at yourself in the long mirror, happier than you had ever been. Your white dress was bright and had the most beautiful contrast against your skin. The brown of your skin was radiant.  Silky and glowing, making you look as if you had been dipped in bronze. Your black hair was done pristinely, every curl full of bounce and definition, no frizz in sight. Your crown was elegant and dainty, sitting sweetly atop your head, making you feel like a princess. You twisted and turned as you looked yourself over, unable to look away. You had always wondered what you would look like on your wedding day. Now here you were, looking your best and about to marry the love of your life.

Your bridesmaids looked on with smiles of their own, loving to see you so happy and confident. Turning, you glanced at the clock before you faced your girls.

“It’s time, Aya.”

Everyone moved into their places, getting ready to walk down in their pairs. They made their way to their places, lined up at the altar with Billy standing in the middle. It was not an overly large wedding, a more intimate and warm feeling to it with having people that you both loved there. You felt nervous, your tummy feeling like you had a million butterflies taking flight. As you walked out though, they all disappeared as soon as your eyes landed on Billy. There he stood, looking sharp as ever. His eyes were locked on you, and though you couldn’t be certain from so far away, you could tell her was tearing up, his hand coming up to roughly swipe at his eyes after a few moments of staring at you.

You continued all the way down until you were standing before him, Billy taking your hands in his. He brought them up to his mouth and kissed your knuckles repeatedly, chuckling as you reached up to wipe at his lashes with your thumb.  

The ceremony started then, everything feeling surreal as you looked into Billy’s eyes realizing that in mere minutes, he was going to be your husband.

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“You look stunning, Mrs. Russo.”

And you really did, your smile ear to ear as to looked at Billy.

“So do you, my dear husband.”

Billy’s smile was replaced with a smirk then and he leaned closer to you to steal a quick kiss.

“I’m gonna love getting used to hearing that.”

He stole a few more kisses and then pulled back before he got carried away. You both sipped from your glasses, fingers faced as you sat beside one another at the large table, watching all your favorite people mingling and coming together in the event of your union.

It was not long before it was time for first dance as husband and wife. Billy’s grin was boyish and full of love as he held his hand out to you. Taking it, you stood and made your way out to the dancefloor with him. He slipped his right arm around your slim waist, pulling you in close to him while his other hand held yours in position. The song you both had picked started and everyone was quiet at the two of you began to sway together in time. Billy sang some of the song to you quickly, his lips at your ear so that only you could hear.

“You’re the most beautiful woman on this entire fucking planet, you know that right?”

Your smile was soft and loving as you let your head come to rest against his shoulder.

“I don’t know how my ass managed to snag you but I’m never, ever letting you go.”

Your heart was swimming as you listened to him, Billy not usually one for the lovey-dovey. Yet here he was, professing his love for you in the most direct way he could think of.

“I wouldn’t want to spend the rest of my life with anyone else. You’re it. You’re all I want, Ayanna.”

In that moment, it was if it was only you two in the venue. For a second, no one else existed. Only you and the man of your dreams. Before you know it, the song is ending and your guests are a collection of applause and adoration, knowing that the future only holds the best for the both of you.