#’’yes and i live in regret every waking moment.’’

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Little pieces here and there (3)

Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Chapters: one, two, four, five

Word Count: around 2K again.

Warnings: minimum context of the arlong park part of the story (background), MUTUAL FLIRTING, forbiden pinning of them both, Buggy has his body back *wiggling eyebrows*, sexy times

A/N: devil works hard but i'm working harder, every 5 free min i have from work/class/practices i'm writing on my phone, i'ts actually insane and i love it (ROAD TO CHAPTER 4?? If you like this one and want the next one, please let me know!)

Oh, he was mad. He was really mad.

Maybe "sexually frustrated" was a way more accurate term given the circumstances but the feeling was so strong, so visceral, he was sure he was reaching a point where jumping to the sea to end that agony -even if a bit exaggerated, like him always, everywhere and for everything- was justified.

Somewhere in Arlong Park, Buggy could feel the boner pressing his pants, demanding to be satisfied; dirty talk was one of his true passions and when (Y/N) played that card on him, being capable of picturing himself with her on his lap, that damn woman so -actually- close to his face in that moment he was already tasting her lips, her low, smooth voice driving him insane, he could not help it, but get turned on so easily and so strong is been hours, and he's still mad, incapable of stop thinking about that.

That is, perhaps, the reason he feels relief as soon as the sun rises and Usopp is back on the helm again, asking for directions as Buggy, in fact, demands to go faster. Like instead of slicing and dicing his body, his power could control the wind that propelled the boat or the force of the waves against the hull.

(Y/N) ran away just after such a -even if brief- conversation. She may have broken his balls with that dirty trick, but she was equally a victim of her own game. She knew what to say to push Buggy and leave him so stunned -to speak- that the poor clown didn't have the chance to fight back at that moment, not without his body to help him keep her in that kitchen, lift her up on the counter, force her to back down, regret even thinking she could do that to him, and then, only then, yes, fuck her until she wakes up the rest of her little and - according to him - pathetic crew with her moans.

Or so the girl imagined, leaning against the door of her room, eyes closed, heart slightly racing, fighting the temptation to lie down on the bed and masturbate thinking about what had just happened.

Which included him. Him!! What the hell, was she actually losing her mind? All that damn flirting had really gotten into her, for fucks sake, because regardless of her finding him quite interesting when they met, this attraction was something else.

Lately everything around her was something else. Did she really think through the decision of leaving her mercenary life behind and follow those kids to the Grand Line? Did she really think through the decision of flirting back with a psychopath clown?

Because in the end it's just that, right? Flirting. Was nothing else, is nothing else, and will be nothing else. She doesn’t want it to be something more, that's for sure; there's no need for unnecessary complications and extra headaches. In the meantime, it's fun, a bit of a backfire kind of situation, a bit -sexually- frustrating, but fun.

After a good ol' resting night and already some hours into the new day, (Y/N) notices that it's been a lot, since their encounter in the kitchen to be precise, that Buggy not only doesn't flirt with her, but doesn't talk that much or even look at her as amazed as before. Of course, he is, also, way less annoying, which Zoro subtly points out clearly pleased with how calm, nice and silent this morning is.

At some point she shakes her head, knowing, or at least guessing, the reason for this behavior, so she decides to check no one's around and the rudder is locked in the right direction, and then goes to where the bag with his head is, closed probably by the sniper when he got the last indications he needed from him. She opens it, lowering it until the clown's head is free on top of that barrel.

"How are you doing, Bugs?" she starts with a funny little smile, looking intently at him as she leans her back forward to leave her face level with his. "It's been hours I don't hear your raspy voice, I'm starting to miss it."

Silence. Absolute indifference besides the sidelong glance he gives her because let's face it, Buggy is annoyingly proud, extremely, exaggeratedly, but he loves attention. He likes nothing more than receiving it, no matter where, when, and from who, and she could see it as soon as they met.

"Also your silly nicknames for me" She grants, giving in. She would also be mad as hell if someone leaves her as horny as she knew she left him, so she doesn't have any problem being the one to start the tug-war this time.

"Already tired of the shidiots?" He finally asks, almost drily, after a minute; now he is the one to play difficult, huh? "No wonder, they don't even know where to start being pirates."

"Oh, of course, because no one compares to the famous Buggy The Clown, the colorful nightmare or the East Blue." Playful, she retreats a bit, resting her hip in the barrel, arms crossed over her chest.

"Quit the sarcasm doll, you know I'm right." Well, he was, in fact, right. None of them had real experience in the whole i-wanna-become-a-pirate thing, still, they were doing pretty good to be newbies. She was quite proud of them.

"I cannot wait to have my body back" he then murmurs, adding before she could say anything else about her new friends. "To do what?" She asks, you know, like she didn't know.

"Take a guess"

"Recover your spotlight? Find a new crew and a way to enter the Grand Line to go search the One Piece and be the king of the pirates?" (Y/N) mocks, clearly enjoying being the annoying one this time.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah'' Buggy rolls his eyes, scoffing. ''All that, but not before making you regret what you did last night." To that accusation she gasps, resting her right hand over her chest "What did I do last night?"

The clown falls silent again, but his mood is completely different. Right now he's not pissed off, it's obvious that this time, instead of flirting with her in a casual and natural way, he’s thinking what to say, choosing carefully his words to return a fraction of the effect she had on him hours ago.

His eyes darken, and his voice goes octanes lower and raspier. "Sweetheart, there will be no possible escape from what I plan to do with you. At the slightest opportunity I will make you cum on me so many times you will be the one to find the One Piece without needing to go to the Grand Line, but first…'' He pauses, breathes, and lets it go calmly, like the intimidating, psychopathic calculator she saw at the circus and not that flirty cartoonish version she got to know on the ship. ''you will beg for it."

She knows she shouldn't surrender to this type of tease, but she also can't and doesn't want to avoid it. Getting heavily carried away, without thinking about it twice, one of the girl's hands slides to the back of his neck, slipping under the bandana, and tugs his hair aggressively as she leans in again to speak close to his face. He grunts in pure satisfaction, closing his eyes for a second. Of course (Y/N) is, once again, taking advantage of the fact that he cannot defend himself no being more than a head, and the fact is that he enjoys like a condemned bastard those small but intense gestures the girl has given him since they met at the circus.

He can't wait to break a woman like her. And oh, he will.

"Are you sure about that?" Hearing distant steps, someone from the crew coming out on deck and climbing the stairs, she gets some distance from him, acting naturally, closing the bag again around his head. "My expectations just skyrocketed, I hope you don't disappoint."

By the end of the day, the Konomi Islands begin to appear on the horizon, and as soon as they set foot on them, shits get really serious. The situation of the poor people who live there is heartbreaking, so for two days, no one dares to make a single joke, Luffy's usual energy and bubbly positivity is nowhere to be seen, and of course, the interactions of (Y/N) and Buggy are reduced to = 0. The clown's head is no longer of any real use to them, and it’s poor Sanji, the new recruit, who’s carrying it around just in case.

At least until they reach Arlong Park.

Again, (Y/N) is not exactly the type of mercenary expert in martial arts and although she knows how to defend herself, fighting like Zoro or Sanji is, in few words, impossible. Her only advantage is being very, very fast, and knowing how to use the scenery to her advantage, so it doesn't take long for her to hide here and there among the different tents and attractions in the area to get rid of the most straggler fishmen, with a knife she got long ago during one of her jobs, capable of cutting their tough skin easily.

Everything happens so fast and is so chaotic that apart from some screams and blows in the background and having seen Usopp running towards the forest, (Y/N) is completely unaware of what is happening in the main complex.

A strong pull on her left arm activates her flight or fight response as one last fish falls dead to the ground in front of her. Raising the knife, in a quick movement, she tries to defend herself by aiming at the stranger's neck, although in vain; a pair of lips whose red has already been worn for days impact against hers, stealing her breath, a small moan escaping her. Eyes wide open, she barely registers the blurry color of Buggy's nose when two strong hands squeeze her hips as if the life of the clown depended on it, pushing the girl against the wall of the building behind them, cornering her without any type of delicacy.

She hadn't heard from him since they reached the island. Hell, she didn't even know he had got his full body back and was already so close to it that air was unable to pass between each other.

Of course, the moment the clown's head joined the rest of himself -the feeling much better than he remembered- he fucked off his captors and decided to flee. Not before making a vital stop along the way.

The ideas about how to proceed with her once he was whole were very, very different in his wild fantasies, but when he saw the girl's back, he knew that the only thing that would -partially- calm his yearning would be to kiss her before disappearing as fast as possible. To taste her lips, to feel her warmth.

Still not recovered from the shock of the kiss, Y/N doesn't remove the knife from the clown's neck, but he couldn't care less; quite the opposite. He is so turned on and waited so much -again, exaggerated- for this he doesn't know yet how he will be able to break the kiss, take distance from her, and run away.

Passionately carried away, moved by his most primitive instincts, Buggy sneaks one of his legs between hers, pressing in between them as Y/N inhales through her nose and her free hand flies to his vest, pulling it a little.

It wasn't the time, nor the place, to think about fucking that asshole, but damn, after all the teasing and the tension and the adrenaline of the fight--

And just when she starts fully giving in to him, he retreats just enough, panting a bit, and looks at her now red, stained lips, eyes darkened and full of lust. Just like hers.

"Hate to leave you like this sweetheart but I have things to do and places to go. I don't want people relating me to Arlong, I would hate the bad press on my persona." He whispers, cracking his usual cruel, playful smirk when he finally puts some distance between each other.

‘’It's time to exit stage left.’’ Buggy adds, theatrically raising both hands in the air. ‘’I promise I’ll see you around.’’

And like this, he stars running away again. Where? She doesn't know, or even guess at this moment, too busy registering the kiss in her memory, the way his lips felt on hers, how his nose pressed her cheek the entire time, or his hands grabbed onto her for dear life.

Bastard.

''You better'', she whispers to herself.

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Regret on the Rocks

Summary: Spencer finds himself at a bar being served by the girl who once broke his heart. Turns out she feels a lot more than just regret for letting him go.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Light Angst/Smut

Content Warning: drinking, Spencer is a little depressed, mentions of heavy bullying (specifically 3x16), car sex, female masturbation, Spencer POV, heavy kissing, unprotected penetrative sex

Word Count: 4.3k

Masterlist

Regret is an emotion I’m well accustomed to. It’s not to mean that I’m unhappy with my life by any means, but I’m aware of the space between my current situation and the ‘beyond’ that could’ve been if things had just been different. 

If I’d never joined the BAU.

If I’d had a more conventional life in the first place.

If connection came to me as easy as it seemed to other people my age. 

But none of those things seemed to ring true, so I carried regret in me like a bruise of honor. Despite the regret, I faced it every day and lived to do it all over again in the morning. It didn’t mean it was easy, and today proved that. Today, it was hard going to sleep knowing I’d wake up to do it all over again. 

In light of this, I’d found myself in a bar, alone. The case we’d been working on saw little to no fruition despite our efforts, and it’d resulted in another body we couldn’t save. Another person I was responsible for. It weighed down on me more than I cared to admit. 

I found myself continually lost in my thoughts, navigating through the carefully weaved web of guilt and self-doubt, spiraling, until a much softer, surprised voice pulled me out. 

“Spencer Reid? Is that you?” She asks. I hear her voice before I see her, and I know that it’s the bartender stood behind the bar, and there’s confusion as I wonder who could’ve possibly recognized me in a rundown small-town bar.

I look up and meet her eyes, and it’s as if a flood of memories ensues. A flash of recognition crosses my face, and seeing the images playing in my head, almost akin to a film reel, slowly walking me through one of my earliest regrets. 

I was 15, navigating my senior year while being the youngest one there. Despite the oddness of my situation, it never crossed my mind that I shouldn’t have tried so hard to participate in the same social events as my peers. With the hindsight of adulthood, I now imagine that if I had withdrawn, spent more of my time alone than trying to not be,  the hurt of never being accepted would sting less, because I’d never had tried in the first place.

But I had tried, and she was the only one who got me. She was older, yes, and beautiful and popular,  but those didn’t matter half as much as the conversations we’d manage to have. She never seemed to take offense to any ramble of mine, and I’d feel my heart soar when she’d ask questions after my monologues, sending me the clearest signals of interest in what I had to say.

And as a lonely 15 year old? It meant the absolute world to have that. To have her as my friend.

And so, when it came time for senior prom, in the interest of at least trying to fit in, I asked her to go with me. As friends of course, but even then she shook her head, and ruefully told me someone else had asked her. I vaguely recalled the name she’d given me off of a football roster I’d once read while attending the school, and nodded. I understood. I was prepared for the rejection, in fact I’d already taken it the moment she said no. I was prepared to live with it.

Then came the week before prom. Being lured away from the safety of the campus, and onto a football field. Being tied to a flagpole, while everyone watched- and laughed. I remember seeing a face, his face, knowing he was the one who was taking her. Taking (Y/N) to the prom. 

I rarely dwell on the events of that day, but I do remember the regret. I remember wondering that if I’d just never spoken to her, I’d maybe have been less of a target. I wondered if maybe I’d never asked her in the first place, maybe our friendship could’ve survived the whole ordeal, but it hadn’t. She never spoke to me after that, her head hanging low as she continued to hang off of his arm, never sparing me another glance again. 

But here she was, glancing- no, staring at me, her eyes wide. 

“What are you doing here? Are you.. Did you always live here all along?” She asks, her voice uncharacteristically soft and mellow. She was loud back in high school, I remember. She had the best laugh I’d ever known. 

It takes me a second, but I give her a flat smile, setting my glass down. “I’m here for a case, actually.” 

“A case..?” She says, her head tilting a bit in confusion. 

Clearing my throat, I nod. “Yeah, a case. I’m an FBI agent. I’m here for a recent string of murders being committed in the area.” 

“Wow, FBI, huh? I never thought of you as law enforcement.” She says, her eyebrows raising. “Always thought you were going to change the world with that brain of yours.” She adds, a small smile on her face. My eyes narrow in distrust at the sudden compliment, unsure of her intentions. 

“I’d say I’m changing the world.” I respond, a little defensively. “I like my job. I like that I change lives by not letting them end.”

She immediately retracts her statement, vehemently shaking her head. “No, no! That’s not what I meant at all. I mean, of course you’re changing the world- I just thought you’d be doing more. Okay- not more. I just- Gah. I swear, don’t take it the wrong way.” She pauses, before gesturing to herself.  “I mean, I have no room to talk.” She says, the words a little rushed and frantic. 

“What do you mean, no room to talk?” I ask, squinting in genuine confusion. 

“I mean, I work as a bartender. I don’t know what I want from life, but it’s certainly not this.” She says, motioning to the shelves of drinks behind her, a little defeated. 

She’s so different from when I knew her. Self-assured. Confident. She seemed almost meek in this environment, and the only recognition of the girl I knew came from the small, embarrassed smile she gave me.

“Well. We’re a lot more alike than you think, then. Titles mean nothing.” I say, voice a bit quieter. “I don’t think it’s anything to be ashamed of, though. We’re just getting through life the best we can, right?” 

She nods a little, seeming to take comfort in my statement. “Look at you. You’ve still got the same sweetness in you from high school.” 

Stiffening at the mention of high school, I just nod and taking another sip from the glass in front of me, which was starting to empty out. “Not trying to be sweet, I think. Just honest.” I say, bluntly.

It’s mean, I’m aware. I can feel her trying, but I don’t want to offer her the same. I want her to feel awkward. I want her to know what she did was wrong. 

There’s a silence that passes through the two of us, before she breaks it with a continued gesture of kindness, turning around to fill another glass with my drink of choice and setting it down in front of me, a small smile playing on her lips. 

“For being honest then. Thank you.” She says, and her eyes meet with mine. I almost hear the unspoken apology in her voice, in the way her fingers slowly push the chilled glass towards my empty hand, in the way she bites her lip softly, waiting to see what I’d say.

“To being honest.” I say, raising the glass slightly and downing the drink a little faster than I intended, not wanting to think too much about the implications of the gesture. To know that she possibly had regrets too. That she might still have the goodness I once knew in her. 

“I have about half an hour left in my shift, but if it’s alright, I’d love to catch up properly.” She says, keeping her gaze trained on mine. “I’ve.. missed you.” She says, her voice soft. 

I don’t respond to her last statement, but I can’t deny the magnetic pull begging me to say yes to her request, to at least see where our lives had gone after our separation. So I nod, silently.

“I’ll be here.” 

I try to lay off the drinks for the next thirty minutes, opting to sip some water instead to clear my mind in preparation for the time I’d be spending with her. Part of me wondered if I shouldn’t have accepted the invite at all. It wasn’t that I forgave her per say,  but the curiosity to know her all over again was overwhelming, regardless of the pain she’d caused me. I’m once again reminded why “curiosity killed the cat” is such an overused aphorism.

She comes up to me thirty-six minutes later, and I hate myself for keeping track. She flashes me a small smile. 

“You waited.” She says, softly. 

“I said I would, right?” I respond, unsure why that would mean anything to her. I agreed to this. I wanted this, even if I could physically feel the inner turmoil brewing throughout my body. I suppose it didn’t show though, because she continued on, smiling. 

“There’s an ice cream place I like around here. Would you like to go?” She asks, and I see her teeth catch onto her bottom lip, the plumpness of the feature being exacerbated by the action, causing me to momentarily lose my train of thought. 

“Uh. Yeah, ice cream. Sounds good.” I say, placing my hands in my pockets. 

“Did you drive here? I mean- I hope not. You drank quite a bit.” She says, starting to walk to the exit of the bar. 

“No, no. My hotel is actually right here. I walked. Needed to get my mind off some things and I ended up here since it was convenient.” I say, and I feel myself falling back into that comfortable rhythm of just being able to speak freely around her. 

It’s like no time has passed at all, and yet I’m acutely aware that nothing is the same. That we’re avoiding a bigger issue at hand. 

“Yeah.” She murmurs. “The murders around here have been grisly, haven’t they?” She says, starting to lead me to her car. “I get nervous when I hear about that stuff, so I find myself looking away from the news more often than not.” She continues, quirking her mouth to the other side, as if she’s aware this isn’t the best course of action, but does it anyway.

“It’s cute.” I think.

I push the thought away. 

“Understandable.” I reply, nodding. “I don’t watch the news either. I mean- I do read the news. But I don’t watch it.” 

She starts the car, and I observe a hint of a grin on her face, her eyes crinkling at the edges in a way that makes my heart jump. “So you still like to read then?” She says, seeming genuinely happy I’d kept up the habit even after my youth. 

“Oh yeah. I mean, reading isn’t something I really ever let go of. It’s a good activity when you’re out on the road so much.” I say, feeling solace in talking about something I truly loved. “Sometimes I feel like books provide me with better stimuli than social interaction.” I continue, unaware of the implications of my words, and I only realize once I’ve seen her raise an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, but I mean. Friends are good too, right?” She says, a hint of concern making her way into her voice. 

I chuckle a little bitterly. “Probably. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I have my team, and I’m grateful but-” I pause, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know. It doesn’t come to me like that, you know? And I’m not bothered by it, but I don’t like to think about it.” I say. There’s a faint feeling of heat on my face from the honesty, but I continue to stare straight ahead, not wanting to see her reaction to my words. 

“You were a good friend to me, Spencer. Better than a lot of the friends I had in high school, and I’m not just saying that.” She says, softly. 

I respond without thinking, shaking my head with an embittered motion and a click of my tongue.

“Yeah, and look where that got me.” 

She’s a little silent then, and I refuse to say anything else. She’s the one who invited me here. I don’t know what she wanted out of this, but I wasn’t going to forego my own feelings just to spare hers. I was here. That was enough. I was allowed to say that. 

We pull into an empty parking lot, where I see the neon lights advertising an ice cream parlor, but we don’t get out. She turns off the headlights and blows a bit of air between her lips, placing her hands in her lap and turning towards me. 

“Spencer.” She murmurs, swallowing a bit. “I am so, so sorry for what I did in high school. I know I wasn’t there when.. You know when. And I know I didn’t speak to you afterwards, and I am so sorry.” She repeats. “I hope you believe me when I say I really did miss you. I was such an idiot back in high school, and nothing can repair that, but I missed you so much.” She says. 

I turn to her and can see the tears welling up in her eyes and feel my heart soften. It’s insane, the effect she can have on me, even years later. 

“Hey, don’t cry.” I say, immediately reaching over to wipe a tear from her cheek, my thumb swiping over the expanse of her smooth skin. “It’s just high school. It’s a long time ago.” 

“No.” She says, emphatically, shaking her head. “Don’t lie to me. What I did was awful. It doesn’t matter if it was long ago. You can call me a bitch. You can- scream or hell! I don’t know. You can be angry at me. You should be angry at me. I could never say sorry enough.” She says. 

I shake my head, all the previous resentment and bitterness dissipating instantly. It was a bit odd, feeling the emotions I’d long held onto even years after our fracture go away so quickly, but she was my friend. For what it had been worth, she had been good to me.  And right now, she was my friend, crying in a car, and the guilt and shame couldn’t be more obvious. 

I move to hold her hand, wanting to comfort her, rubbing small circles into the skin near her thumb, her fingers grasping over mine, almost afraid to let me go now.

“You’re right, in a way. What you did confused me and left me feeling really.. lonely. But now that I’m older I think I better understand it, but it doesn’t change the fact you hurt me.” I reply, and I see her jaw tighten, nodding and taking my words to heart. 

“But I don’t think I resent you anymore for what happened.” I continue, the words tumbling out. “Seeing you guilty and ashamed so many years later is just making me wish we’d talked earlier, so we wouldn’t have had to feel this way for so long. Maybe we could’ve.. I don’t know. Picked up where we left off.” 

She gives me a flat smile, tears still in her eyes. “Yeah? I’d have liked that.” She murmurs. 

“I mean it.” I say, flashing her a soft smile. I decided to lighten the conversation for her comfort. 

“Doesn’t mean I won’t call you an idiot for dating that prick though.” I respond, a little teasingly, hoping to get a bigger smile out of her. 

“Oh god.” She says, leaning back, laughing a bit. “Please do. God, he was so .. awful.” She says. “He wasn’t half as funny as you. Just.. boring honestly.” 

I smirk a little at the words, feeling a bit of pride but brushing it off with a shrug. “I mean, it's a cliche right? Beautiful, smart girl with the boring jock?” I say. “You and like, 6 out of 10 high school girls probably fall directly into that category.” 

She gives me a laugh at that one, a real one, and my heart soars upon the sound alone. I hadn’t realized just how much I’d missed her.

 “6 out of 10? Where’s that statistic from? High School Girls Anonymous?” She responds, matching my energy and continuing the banter.

“Just trust me. I know these things very well.” I say, trying my best to sound as faux academic as possible, hoping to make her feel at ease, to fully let go of the tension from before.

“Well, then.” She says, softly, turning the conversation to be a bit more sincere. “I’m glad I don’t fall into that cliche anymore. I’m glad my taste changed.” 

I nod, surprisingly relaxing into the vulnerability of the words. “Yeah, it happens. Tastes do change throughout life, especially post-adolescence. One could denote it to the development of the prefrontal cortex, but I like to say it’s out of knowing what you want out of life.” 

“Have yours? I mean, your tastes. Have they changed?” She asks, her eyes boring into mine, and I realize that my hand is still holding hers.

I lick my lips and shrug. “Here and there. For the most part, yes, but I find myself clinging to certain aspects of my teenage self.” I respond, vaguely. 

She continues to look at me, nodding. “Mine have. For sure.” “How so?” I ask, my heart speedingbup. 

“I think I learned to like sweeter guys.” She says, softly. “Ones that don’t bore me entirely, and ones I actually want to spend time with. Maybe that’s a cliche in itself but..” She shrugs, ending off her sentence there. 

I nod, wondering where this was leading. Her eyes were trained on mine and I could feel my pulse quickening. Was she going to kiss me? Was I going to kiss her? Was I crazy for thinking that at all? What was happening here? 

“You said you still have certain aspects of your teenage self in your tastes.” She says suddenly, her face moving a bit closer to mine. “What did you mean by that?” 

I sigh, taking in the features of her face, and how they seem to be illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the windows of her car. She was so stunning, even now. Even after all these years, I couldn’t deny she’d only grown to be more beautiful.

 I lick my lips and nod. “I guess I just meant.. I still find you just as beautiful as I did back when I first knew you. Even moreso now, honestly.” I say, quietly. 

I can feel her breath hitch, and her own tongue darting out to wet her lips, mirroring my actions. Her gaze shifts from my eyes to my lips, and back to my lips again, and I’m extremely aware of what I want at this moment. 

“Can I kiss you?” I ask, my hand still in hers, studying her with a careful gaze. 

She nods almost immediately, and at the same time, we surge forward to meet the other’s lips, her hands immediately cupping my cheek and my hands moving to her waist. I hear the click of her seatbelt being unfastened, and suddenly she’s in the passenger seat with me, straddling my waist and continuing to keep her lips locked firmly on mine. 

It’s like I can’t get enough of her, my hands exploring her back, eventually lowering them to squeeze her ass, which elicits a low moan from her. I pull back a little, panting and see her eyes blown out with lust, causing me to groan from just how deep my desire for her ran in this moment. I let one of my hands to run over her bottom lip, pulling it down and letting it bounce back up, enamored by just how close she was. 

“Fuck.” I murmur, unable to contain my awe at her and without wasting a moment, she’s grabbing my hair roughly to pull me back in again to meet her mouth with mine. When given the opportunity from another soft moan from her, I immediately slip my tongue into her mouth, relishing in the way she grabs my collar and presses her body against mine, matching my enthusiasm one for one. 

It felt so good to be wanted by her.

She starts to whimper at the intensity of our prolonged contact, and the sound activates something primal in me. It was almost as if once I heard it, I couldn’t go back. Pulling myself back from the kiss, I start to trail my lips up and down her neck, leaving hot, wet kisses in my wake while she writhed in my lap, her fingers tugging on my hair in desperation. I played with the motion for a bit, testing out certain points on her, before finding that she’d moan loudest at a pulse point at the junction in which her jawline met her neck. I sucked on the spot, being sure to leave a large, dark mark.

I didn’t care what would happen after this night, but for right now, she was mine, and I intended to treat her as such. 

“You said your hotel room was nearby, right?” She pants, starting to move her thighs off mine. “We can go and-” 

I immediately wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back against me with a force that surprised even me, before gripping her hair and placing my mouth near the shell of her ear. I can hear her squeak at the motion, but her legs relax back into straddling mine. 

“I want you now.” I whisper, my voice hoarse and low. “We can go, if you’d like but- I need you now. I can’t stress that enough.” 

She melts in my arms as I say that, and a grin comes upon my face from the desire she was displaying as well. She nods quickly, before moving her fingers to my belt, and just upon hearing the sounds of the hardware moving, my head involuntarily falls back because- holy fuck. Feeling her so close to where my pants were now currently constricted nearly had me finishing right there. I could barely look at her without feeling overwhelmed. I feel my cock being pulled from my briefs, and I let out a moan. 

I look at her again, and she’s the picture of lust. Her pupils are dilated and her hair is messy, and her mouth slightly agape. She’s everything I want right now. All I want. 

“You’re so big.” She mumbles, leaning back, her hand wrapped around me, beginning to stroke me in a gentle, rhythmic motion. 

“Yeah?” I murmur back, breathing in sharply when her thumb runs over my slit, feeling the precum already dripping down my shaft. Even her hand is making me question if I’ll finish right here before ever getting to be inside her.

“Yeah.” She whispers, almost breathlessly. 

“You can take it.” I say, looking at her, and the girl looks like she’s about to moan off of my words alone. She licks her lips before responding, her voice a bit higher than before. 

“I don’t have a condom- but I’m clean and-” 

“Yes.” I respond immediately and she moves quickly. My fingers, as if possessed, move to unbutton her dress a bit, letting her breasts spill out (to my delight). The urge to strip her bare for me crosses my mind, but then I’m acutely aware that we were in her car, and the risk of being caught was far too high for the pleasantries I wished to indulge her and myself in, and I find myself slightly wishing we had gone to the hotel room. Next time.

Before I get too caught up in the fantasy of possibly ever fucking her again, I see her reach under her dress, presumably to move her panties aside and groan at the thought. My hands roam over her body to find her hips, slowly guiding her onto my cock, her walls squeezing around me tightly as her hips met mine. 

Her moans were sweet, but I found my hand covering her mouth quickly, watching as her eyes shone with pleasure with just the slightest movement from either of us. 

“Need you to stay quiet, pretty girl.” I murmur. “You can do that for me, right?”

She nods, eager to please, and I keep my hand on her mouth for a moment too long as I watch her eyes flutter shut, then open, her hands wrapping around my neck to stabilize herself. She starts moving then, lifting off until my tip is the only thing inside of her, before slamming against me, creating the best type of friction for both of us, causing there to be desperation for more. My hands rush down to grip her waist, and I can barely stifle my own noises from how fucking good she feels.

It’s a frenzy after that, and I match her movements with thrusts from below. I know it’s enjoyable for her, based on how hard she’s trying to not make a single sound, but still lets out the tiniest little whimpers and gasps when my cock grinds against her spot, and from the way her thighs shake every single time I disappear deep into her, a small bulge forming in her lower stomach every time I pushed into her. Every clench and squeeze of her cunt drives me insane, and I can’t help the low groan slipping out of me. 

Her movements get erratic, signaling her end, and I grin at how quickly I managed to get her there. My fingers move to stroke her clit in circular motions, savoring the way I could hear her whisper my name, grinding down on my dick and chasing the feeling of my fingers on her. 

“Close?” I mumble, biting down on her shoulder lightly, which causes a louder moan to slip out of her. 

“Yes. Yes.” She whispers, breathlessly. “Please, Spencer. Oh god. Please.” 

I jut into her more rapidly, continuing the motions against her, before her walls tighten and squeeze around me, and her cunt flooding the base of my cock. I continue to move like a man possessed, swallowing the moans of her orgasm with a messy kiss, before finally, I reach my release as well, coating her walls from the inside out. 

She pants for a second, collapsing against my shoulder as she tries to catch her breath, and I stroke her hair, attempting to do the same. She moans softly, her hands wrapped around me as her eyes flutter open and shut. 

“I was wrong.” She mumbles, nuzzling into my shoulder, kissing it softly. I’m unsure about the meaning of the words, so I quietly ask her. 

“What about?” 

“You’re incredibly different from when we were in high school.” She says, softly. 

“Good or bad different? I ask, a little self consciously, which is amusing considering I’m still inside her. 

“Good. Really, really fucking good.” She clarifies, quickly, with a dazed smile. I lean in, kissing her a bit more softly now, letting my lips languidly trace over hers. 

“You too.” I murmur, and I can feel her smile against my lips.

No regrets about this one. 

WOAHHH. oh em gee. a fic! so so so deeply sorry i didn't live upto posting more fics this december and january, but i swear i'm gonna keep trying to at least get two out a month. valentines day is coming up, so you already know i'm gonna try and write something fluffy and cute for that, so look out for that. as usual, thank you so so much for any and all continued support. it seriously means the world to me and i cannot say that enough <3 i hope this fic was enjoyable. like, reblog, comment, whatever <3 just ty for reading!! <3

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[lovers-rck]

hazel has a massive crush on the reader but doesn't think she's gay and reader has a massive crush on hazel but doesn't think she notices her

thank you for the request! i hope you like it <33

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That's it.

When the tap water hit Hazel's face, she knew what she had to do.

The night before she had read an article online about how to get over someone you had to ignore them for three months. Or something like that. The point was, she just needed just three months free of you to finally end this agony called love and be free.

It couldn't be that hard.

Yes, that's what Hazel was going to do. She couldn't go on suffering in silence, pretending to want to fight you at the club just to enjoy the (violent) rubbing of your body against hers. No. Of course not.

Her case was so severe that she had flunked the literature exam for staring at you during the long classes of 10 minutes - literature was her favorite class!

So yes, Hazel knew what she had to do, and the moment she walked through the school bathroom door she knew she made a decision she couldn't regret.

"Hi!"

God. It was you.

"I gotta go" Hazel said, running from your grasp.

"Wait!" the rubber of your sneakers squeaked against the corridor tiles as you tried to keep up with Hazel's hurried pace "We need to study for the class of Mr G"

The class of Mr G. Right.

Last week there had been the class to determine the pairs for the final project in Mr G's class, "Why should be more male presidents than female?", and you and Hazel had come out together. At the time Hazel had thought it was a sign of destiny, now she wanted to die.

"Uhh..." Hazel's legs were moving with great speed, at a pace you had trouble following "Im gonna quit school"

Your body slammed on the brakes "What!?"

Finally, Hazel stopped her walk and turned to look at you. The corridor was empty and silent, the only sound that could be heard was both of you gasping for breath.

"Yeah" Hazel said, looking at anything but you "Sorry".

Ever since she had met you, Hazel knew how you were going to be her downfall. Entire nights had been spent thinking about you, imagining scenarios where the two of you would magically fall in love and spend the rest of your lives together. Then Hazel would wake up, ready to face her harsh reality where you were not a part of it.

You clearly didn't like girls. Hazel knew this and as much as she would have enjoyed knowing that that wasn't true, the reality was that she was never going to be reciprocated by you. According to her intense pursuit (stalking your social media) your previous partners had all been guys, good looking guys and jocks and funny and with bright futures. Everything Hazel was not.

Liking you had become an act of torture that she willingly subjected herself to every day.

"You are not going to quit school hazel" you shook your head quickly "Let's go".

You offered her your hand, and for a second Hazel was about to take it and abandon her whole master plan.

But no.

"Im sorry" she said "I gotta go"

With a quick movement, your hand made contact with Hazel's arm, stopping her. Your touch felt warm against her cold skin, a contrast that made perfect sense.

You dragged Hazel into an empty room and pushed her body in roughly, then closed the door.

"Ouch" she said "The fight club is tomorrow"

"Im sorry" you said, locking the door.

"What are you doing!?" Hazel exclaimed, her body expression showing surprise "I told you i gotta go"

"We need to talk"

The empty room turned out to be the school chemistry lab. Large jars of liquids and colors adorned the shelves, the sunlight streaming behind them causing a reflection to rest on the faces of both of them.

"We have nothing to ta..." Hazel said, still avoiding your gaze.

"Did i do something wrong?" you said abruptly, and Hazel's eyes finally met yours.

She could easily detect the pain that your eyes transmitted, making her feel like the worst person in the world "Of course not" she said, "You never do nothing wrong".

"Then why are you acting like this?" you whispered.

Hazel had caught your attention from the minute you two fought in the club. Her punches were timid and light, and even when you almost broke her nose in one round, she still asked you worriedly if you were hurt.

Her nobility and gentleness got you from the first moment. From that day on, Hazel left you wanting more and more of her, you felt like you could hardly get enough of her presence.

But she was Hazel, and she was never going to love you.

"I don't know" she whispered too "I just can't keep like this,"

"Like this?"

"Yes, like this!" her voice rose, becoming slightly higher pitched "i cannot stand to be with you anymore."

The words came out of her mouth before she could stop them. Unconsciously, your hand went to your heart.

"Im sorry?" you said, trying to ignore the sudden stinging in your eyes "You cannot stand be around me anymore? fuck off, Hazel"

Hazel laughed unwillingly, shaking her head "You don't understand".

"Oh, why? " you moved closer to her, feeling the words come out of your mouth fiercely, totally controlled by the pain "You think i'm dumb right now? You cannot be around me anymore because you think i'm too dumb? Is that right?"

Hazel continued to shake her head as her hands rubbed her eyes in frustration.

"What, Hazel?" Their bodies were inches apart, the two of them with two completely different emotions "Oh you are not gonna speak now? C'mon Hazel!"

"Stop"

"Then explain to me what the fuck is happening!?"

"Quit now"

"I do not fucking understand why are you acting like such a bitch Hazel!"

"Because i cannot keep pretending that i'm not in love with you!"

The room was silent. The smell of kerosene danced in the air.

"What?" you murmured

"I'm sorry" she said, playing with her own fingers in an attempt to distract herself "I'm sorry"

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" you felt your heart pounding.

"Because we are friends" Hazel murmured in such a sad tone that you just wanted to hug her and never let go "And I'd rather stay friends than lose you".

"Haze..."

"I know nothing will ever happen between us" she said "I understand if you don't want to be my friend anymore".

Carried by the impulse, your body eliminated the space between you and Hazel's lips met yours.

Her lips matched yours perfectly, dancing in sync as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Hazel's hands found home on your face, holding you so gently that you thought you might faint from such bliss.

After a few seconds and to the regret of both of you, you had to pull apart for air, your lips suffer instantly from the lack of warmth of the other.

"I want to be more than your friend, Haze" you murmured, and you could see a smile form on his face.

Your body guided you towards Hazel's lips again, following a path that you had never traversed but felt so familiar.  

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[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Tu Querido Esposo. || Rodolfo Parra & Alejandro Vargas

Rating: G Words: 1.4K~ Tags: f!reader, you/your pronouns but no Y/N, Spanish terms of endearment, best friends to lovers, forced marriage (but not like THAT), friendly bickering, Rodolfo is in denial. Summary: Six months later, you wake up to Rodolfo in your kitchen and a shocking realization in the back of your mind. a/n: A follow-up on this one shot because @lyralein is a sweetie and this is her Roman Empire and I’m Julius Ceasar, for just a moment.

You exited the bedroom to hear rummaging amidst the kitchen cabinets. You closed the door behind you and yawned, rubbing your eyes a bit.

“¡Buenos días Rudy!” [Good morning] You exclaimed as you made your way toward the hall bathroom, only to notice Rudy’s head peeking out of the kitchen.

“¡Buenos días!” He answered. “You’re up early!” He said as he padded over your way.

He stopped at the bathroom door as you bent over the sink to wash your face with a wash cloth.

“Didn’t sleep that much. Stressed from work.” You admitted and sighed loudly. 

“Do you want a cafécito?” [espresso] He asked you as he reached over and rubbed your back.

“Yes, please… And toast?” You requested and batted your eyelashes at him, causing him to chuckle.

“On it.” He replied with a nod as he walked off to the kitchen again.

You quickly brushed your teeth, fussed with your hair for a minute, and then tip-toed over to the kitchen when you looked and felt less like death.

“You know, normally, when a person marries someone else, they don’t get a whole extra husband for free.” You quip as you enter the kitchen and slink to your seat at the table.

Rodolfo is standing at the counter peeling a mango as he waits for the toast to finish warming up in the toaster oven.

“An extra husband?” He asks as he turns to look at you with a cocked brow and an amused expression on your lips.

“Mhm. I mean, you and Alejandro are basically married.” You quip as you watch him chop the mango into thin slices with his knife, dropping them into a plate bowl.

“How are we basically married?” He asks in confusion.

“You know… You spend so much time together… You sleep over so often… You’re here every morning serving yourself to our food… You do our laundry and our dishes…” You trail off.

“Because I live down the road and he gives me a ride to base.” Rudy retorts as he takes the toast from the oven and sets it in front of you with a knife and the butter. “And normally people don’t complain when someone does their chores for them.”

“Yeah but a few years ago, when he got shot, and had to take leave, you took leave with him, so you could look after him… You stayed over, fed him, bathed him, drove him to P.T… Even when his whole family could’ve.” You add as you start buttering your toast.

“I’m just a good friend.” He replies.

“A good friend doesn’t kiss me, or Ale on the mouth.” You retort.

Exasperated, Rudy groans. “Will you ever let that go? We were playing a drinking game!”

Giggling, you bite your toast and keep looking at him with raised eyebrows and a smug little smile on your lips.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” He tells you, also smiling a little, amused. “I regret the day Alejandro introduced us.” He adds.

“Oh, calláte.” [shut up] You say with another giggle. “You love it.” You say with a smirk. You don’t miss the way the corners of his lips twitch to hide a smile of his own.

After looking around for a moment to make sure the coast was clear, you grabbed him by the arm, bringing him close. Your voice drops to a whisper.

“It’s okay to admit you’re in love with Ale, you know?” You tell him, watching his eyes widen and his whole face warm up red.

“Don't joke about that!” He scolds you as he pulls himself away and grabs the plate of mango slices, setting it in front of you. “We’re just friends.” He adds.

Then, Rudy turns to pour himself and you two espresso’s from the moka pot.

“We’re all friends here, Rudy… And somehow, I’m married to Alejandro and sleep in his bed.” You retort with a shrug as you bite onto your toast again.

Rodolfo scoffs a bit and takes his seat across from you, leaning back on his chair and sipping his espresso quietly.

“We’ve been friends for decades now…” He trails off. “I think it’s normal for feelings to get a bit… complicated.” He concedes.

“I get it. You almost die together enough times and lines get blurred.” You answer and nod in agreement.

“It doesn’t mean I’m in love.” He adds, defensively.

“Right.” You add and smirk smugly again as you chew your next bite of toast.

“Mhm.” He murmurs and finishes his coffee before grabbing some mango and putting it in his mouth.

“Well, if it’s any consolation…” You trail off. “I like having a second husband.” You joke.

“¡Calláte!" Rudy responds as he looks away sheepishly.

Just as you’re eating quietly, Alejandro comes into the room, making his way in noisily, his crutches clacking loudly on the tile.

“Buenos días.” He grumbles as he clomps his way along to the table. Rudy quickly hops up from his chair, pulling it back to give Alejandro his seat.

“How are you feeling, Ale?” You ask him gently as you reach across and rub his arm.

“Like shit. How do you think?” Your husband/best-friend responds in a woke-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-bed grumble.

“Well, who told you to jump from a moving jeep after a terrorist and break your ankle?” You joke with him, earning a glare and a flipping of the middle finger, which makes you laugh. That ends up putting a smile on his face.

Rodolfo moves across the kitchen to fetch Alejandro’s medication, a myriad of pills he has to take every morning while waiting for his shattered ankle to heal. After bringing them, and a glass of water, to your husband, he goes about fixing breakfast for him.

You shoot Rudy a look as if saying ‘See? You’re taking care of him like a wife!’ and he responds with a glare that definitely says ‘¡Calláte, carajo!’. [Shut the fuck up]

Afterward, while both you and Alejandro go about eating breakfast, Rodolfo stands next to the table, per lack of a chair.

“Sit.” You tell Rudy as you stand up. He knows better than to argue with you, despite only having been friends with you for half as long as Alejandro, he knows you’re annoying as all hell.

Once he takes your seat, you calmly plop yourself down on Rudy’s lap. His breath hitches and he stiffens up for a moment. “What are you-”

“There’s no more seats and I can’t sit on Alejandro’s lap because of his leg.” You reply as you lean all the way back on Rodolfo’s lap, pressing your side against his chest.

You grab his earlier fork from the bowl of mango slices and carefully feed him some, earning another deer-in-the-headlights look from him. “Eat. You’ve got work later.” You order him.

Alejandro is across the table from you, eyes locked on you as you feed Rodolfo and the poor man looks like he’s containing himself from having a heart attack, his face blushed red and sweat piling up on his forehead.

“You know, I’m the one that should be getting spoon fed, I’m the injured one.” Alejandro pipes up from his seat, making you turn your head to face him.

“I thought you didn’t like to be babied, mi querido esposo?” You quip. [my dear husband]

“I would if it’s you sitting on my lap.” He retorts and twitches his eyebrows at you playfully, which makes you scoff.

“Well, tough luck.” You add as you turn to feed Rodolfo again. “Besides, Rudy is always taking care of you. He needs to be babied sometimes too.” You add.

Alejandro feigns a scowl. “I’m starting to think you’re conspiring against me, you both.” He quips. “My own best friends, one of which happens to be my wife-” He says in feign injury.

“Rudy is basically your husband too at this point.” You retort, which causes Rudy to flush red again.

“I already told you, I’m not-” He tries to say.

“Sorry, my mistake. My own best friends, both of which happen to be married to me-” Alejandro corrects himself in his mock-complaint, having caught the way the idea of being called ‘married’ to him makes Rudy squirm.

Rodolfo groans. “Really, Coronel?” He asks, sheepishly.

You end up giggling and shake your head. “I told you, Rudy.”

“I hate you both.” Rudy sighs. “If we were married, I’d want a divorce, you’re both insufferable.” He complains.

“We wouldn’t let you.” Alejandro quickly quips.

“As if we’d let you.” You say as the same time.

You and Alejandro look at each other and then start laughing, which you both a glare from Rodolfo, before his own face morphs into a little smirk.

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[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love.

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

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Anakin and I don't talk about his confession and what happened on the ship. From the moment we landed we were swooped from meeting after meeting. Jedi councils and strategy meetings while reporting about our mission. And in the midst of it all, we haven't been able to spend time with each other or even see each other.

As I walk from one room to another, speed walking in the halls, I feel an arm grab me and direct me behind a huge pillar, letting my back hit the cold marble.

Anakin's body is flushed with mine as his head lowers, leaning in for a kiss. I draw my head back, resting my forehead against his. “Not here,” I whisper.

“Yes, here.” He whispers as his nose rubs mine as he leans down again for a kiss. Again I do not let him, because I know that one kiss will lead to another and eventually our cover will be blown. “I am sorry Ani, I have to go,” I tell him as I slightly push him off me. I regret the motion the moment I make it but I should head to what hopefully will be the last meeting of the day.

“I miss you,” he says as he tries to casually lean against the pillar he backed me up earlier, but misses as he should have been closer. He stumbles, as I chuckle at him and he simply fires me a cocky smile as he finally manages to complete his smooth pose. And says to me “I guess you could say that I fell for you” with a cheeky smile, as I walk off.

Truly the meeting was a boring mess and couldn't pass any faster. And when it finally did, I headed back to my quarters and promptly fell onto my bed as Artoo came closer.

“What shall I do, Artoo?”

A beeping sound came as the answer to the question.

“About Ani. Why does it have to be him?”

Beep beep bop

“Of course, I love him but …. Truth is I am scared of what will happen.” We both stay silent for a while. I break the comfortable silence first. “I keep seeing these…visions. Where Ani has turned to the dark side…”

Bop beep boop boop

“Yeah, you are right. Ani would never do that but it still worries me. Thank you, Artoo. You are a good listener. That's why you are my best friend.” I say to him as sleep finally takes over.

A few hours later I am woken up by strong arms wrapping around my midriff and a cold nose being buried at the crook of my neck. Still half asleep I turn around in his arms letting our limbs tangle.

“You shouldn't be here. Threepio is going to miss you.” I lightly whisper as my fingers tangle in his hair and I slightly graze his scalp with my nails. He lets out a breathy chuckle as he whispers in my skin. “I would rather be here. I think Threepio can manage.”

Sleep finally finds us in each other's embrace. And that is exactly how I wake up several hours later. The various rays of sunshine that enter the room make him look ethereal as the sun hits his face just right and the shade of his hair seems lighter.

“You are staring.” He says in a sleepy, heavy voice and he peeks through his left eye at me.

“Too bad. Because I am quite fond of it.”

“Oh really?” He whispers as he draws me closer. We bask in each other's comfort for a while until we have to get up and head for our posts but for now, we let ourselves live in the possibility of what every morning could be like.

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[citrus-simp]

A/N: So based off of this blurb here, I wanted to elaborate more on king Bakugou with his pregnant queen. (Idc if there has been a fic I’ve made about this I like Bakugou as a father and pregnant fics are fluffy and comfort)

ANYWAY-

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So after being nagged by advisors about having an heir Bakugou uh....took care of it

literally

Now you've missed 2 periods and you're more than sure you were pregnant. In addition to the constant tiredness, and morning sickness. Bakugou being the prideful king he was wanted to be the one to help you in the early months.

Holding your hair back, tucking you in bed, even making your food. Now he may be the king but the only person he would cook for is you himself and now your baby.

Once it was confirmed by the medic, Bakugou had to step out of the room for a moment while they spoke to you.

This was just an heir to the thrown this was his child. And he would be damned if he let them be treated only as an heir and not his pride and joy. The same thing went for you, he couldn't feel more pride knowing you were the mother of his child.

You thought he was protective before?? You haven't seen anything yet! it bumped up from a 10 to a 10000000.

He loved to watch you grow and sometimes he would stare at you in awe knowing what you and your body were capable of. This was your first child together so he was hoping all will go well

He would inspect the castle to make sure nothing was in your way to harm you.

"Katsuki you don't need the stairs taken away-"

"Oh yes I do, I'll go to hell before I let you go down any stairs" he answered back

"...katsuki its 3 steps"

"I don't care!"

He loved to wake up in the morning and watch as his stomach rose and fell. But it didn't fall completely flat. for the first few months there was a small bump, almost like bloating, but after about 3 months it started to round more. It only made Bakugou fall even harder for you

He would look at you and just wonder about it. The baby, its growth, who they'd look like who they'd act like, everything

Every now and then he'll wrap you in his arms and whisper a gentle thank you

"you both mean more than any gold I could ever have. I love you"

"awh katsuki" you'd say tearing up

While you were coming closer to the months of just bed rest he had the best midwives and doctors he could find in the village. He had them live in the castle at least until it was time for the baby to be born

He had already known women go through a great ordeal in life and childbirth was part of many. He couldn't bare your pain or take it away but he could help you. For once he had set his pride aside and asked to be taught all about childbirth and what he could do to help

he loves you....very much

"Teach me how this will all go down and what shit I have to do for her." he had his own unique way of asking for help. The doctor was in charge of scientific childbirth and the midwives told him how he can console and comfort you through labor.

he spent about 2 hours there

and he came out a new man with new knowledge. He wasn't the pregnant one and he was terrified. The labor was separate from actual birth and could go on for hours

birth wasn't fun either

and the months of recovery would not be easy either. In some ways, he felt regret for getting you pregnant and now he could only watch you through pain when the time came.

However, the midwives assured him that if he held your hand, encouraged you, and helped you in whatever way he needed, you would appreciate it even more.

While he snuggled you in bed he said "I learned some new information today. Just know that I'm grateful...for everything" he said cradling your bump

When the day finally came, he was there from the first light contraction to the very strongest. He would even see how your stomach contracted, but he knew the worst was yet to come

He had to admit it hurt him more knowing that you were in pain until this was over. Ignoring the pain in his hand from your squeezing. He wiped the sweat from your face, he held you while you let all your weight rest on him, he massaged any sore spots, he kissed your head to try and comfort you

"I know it hurts...but you're strong, you've got this" "that's it, it's almost over" "you're doing great, I'm right here" "good job, just one more push, you're so close"

After it was all done, a scream was finally heard, and the room fell silent.

It was a boy (:

The midwives cleaned him up while Bakugou kissed and congratulated you

"You did so good Y/N, I-I don't know how you pulled through all of that but you did amazing," he said kissing your forehead

The crying had died down while he was getting washed up making Bakugou look over, you squeezed his hand and said "Go see him" you urged him

he was a bit nervous to see him up close but his feet move without thought "your majesty, your son" said the midwife handing his baby over to him wrapped warmly in a blanket

"h-hey there...I'm your...your dad bud.." he was starstruck "He looked like him but he looked more like you. He even had his pout only being minutes old "let's go and see mommy yeah?"

"look at him babe....you did amazing," he said as teared up, handing you the small and delicate bundle. You couldn't fathom the amount of love you felt at that moment. He was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your life

"Hello, sweetheart...I'm your mommy" you sniffed as tears blurred your vision. Bakugou crawled into the bed with you and gently touched the hair on his head. His eyes open up to showcase his bright crimson eyes, just like his father

"Y/N..." he called for your attention "you are nothing short of a goddess. I won't lie to you I was scared through the entire process, but you pulled through so strongly I...just..thank you...thank you so much" he said kissing your forehead

#domestic bakugou #dragon king bakugou #king bakugou #bakugou x reader #king Bakugou x reader #anime #bnha x fem!reader #bnha fantasy au #bnha x reader #bnha x pregnant reader #dad bakugou

[dangowon]

title » boyfriend hcs !

pairing » lee heeseung x gn!reader

requested? » yes

genre » fluff

word count » 0.8k

a/n » lee heeseung is babygirl central tbh.

✧ the best way i could describe him as a boyfriend would definitely be comforting. he's such a good bf </3

✧ he lets you sit in his lap while he plays on his pc, burying his face in the crook of your neck and pressing light kisses over the area in between his matches. usually, he ends up playing until the late hours of the night, so it's no surprise you'd end up feeling drowsy in his arms eventually.

✧ a smile grows on his face every single time he hears your breathing even out, the sound of his keyboard having lulled you to sleep — at that moment, he decides to finally let his computer (and himself) rest as he turns it off and presses one last kiss to your neck before carrying you to bed.

✧ for some reason, you two always end up going out to get icecream at incredibly late hours. it often happens because neither of you can sleep and you end up sharing an icecream in tranquility that only the night can offer. oh and he lets you have most of the icecream, of course.

✧ when you go out at night without a jacket, he laughs at you when you shiver because he had specifically told you that you'd regret not taking one. he opens up his arms for you to fall into his warm embrace and kisses the top of your head lovingly. maybe you forget your jacket on purpose so that he hugs you the entire time, but he doesn't have to know.

✧ he's the cuddliest boyfriend ever, he can't sleep without holding you (or you holding him, either one works) and pouts and whines when you're not in bed next to him in the morning. he has to cuddle and talk to you for at least half an hour before going to bed and after waking up as well.

✧ if you have classes or work really early in the morning and you two can't cuddle? heeseung instantly acts like he's dying. the only way you can make it up to him is peppering kisses all over his face with a promise to give him extra attention once you get back home.

✧ whenever you're cuddling, he gives you back rubs and it's the most comforting feeling ever, especially when you've had a tiring day. he plays with your hair with one hand while the other one strokes your back, giving you kisses occasionally as he stares lovingly at you.

✧ he's so supportive of you no matter what you do. no, seriously, you could tell him you were about to commit grand larceny and he'd go "i'm so proud of you, baby <3". but of course, he's just as encouraging when it comes to more normal situations.

✧ he fully supports your choices and decisions, except if that means you're not taking care of yourself. if you're doing work or studying, he sits by your side to keep you company, ensuring that you're eating well and taking breaks so that you don't overwork yourself.

✧ he watches horror movies with you with the plan that he'll comfort you when you get scared, but after 10 minutes he's clinging onto you out of fear the entire time and burying his face in your neck when he knows there's going to be a jumpscare. you end up having to be the one comforting him honestly.

✧ jealous hee = pouty hee. if he sees you paying attention to anyone more than him, he gets petty so quickly. acts like a giant baby; he sulks as he stares at the person you're talking to, glaring at them in silence because 'that should be him you're smiling so sweetly at'.

✧ he's not very big on pda, but when he's overtaken by jealousy, he holds you close to him as if you'll disappear if he lets go. it's not as if he's insecure in the relationship you have, it's not that at all, he's just a really petty boy </3

✧ he loves showing off in front of you. when he's playing basketball, he brings you alongside him and winks at you with a smug expression right before scoring a shot. (one time he did that and ended up missing the hoop completely afterwards, you never let him live it down).

✧ he takes you with him when he's going shopping, because he trusts you enough for you to give your opinion on what clothing articles you think suit him the best. he also does this because most of his wardrobe also doubles as your wardrobe, and he'd very much prefer if you liked the hoodies that he lends to you <3

✧ on days where he's feeling a little more sentimental, he holds you as he tells you how much you mean to him. he could never imagine his life without you in it — you're his other half, he's so painstakingly in love with you and he ensures that you know it at all times.

✧ he loves you so much, it's almost painful to look at </3

#✧ yun writes #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #heeseung #lee heeseung #heeseung x reader #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung x you #heeseung x y/n #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #heeseung fluff #heeseung drabbles

[kookygranger]

Sparks Fly

Ghost!Steve Harrington x Witch!Reader

Series Masterlist

700 words

You rub the pinched spot in your lower back, waiting for the wheat pack in your microwave to finish heating up as you stare at the half-packed boxes and all the little bits and pieces that still need to be wrapped and boxed up.

“I can help.”

His voice makes you jump, still not used to one outside your head interrupting your space. You turn and watch him over your shoulder, arms crossed and biceps squished under his tight striped polo.

“Go on then.”

His eyes flicker towards you, wavering in his unfounded confidence before he walks to your desk. His hand stretches out, veins that seem to become clearer every day moving under skin that could easily pass for sun-kissed and animated, if anyone else could see him. It flexes for a moment above a ceramic teapot, hesitating before he makes a grabbing motion that passes right through it.

You click the side of your cheek, “Close one,” and move back to the kitchen when you hear the beep of the microwave, missing the way Steve’s shoulders deflate. You can feel his presence behind you as you press the heat into your lower back, sighing with relief.

“So uh, why is it you’re leaving again? This place really…fits you.”

You turn around, watching him take in all the tweaks of personality around your kitchen with a shoulder to the doorframe.

“Some of the coven is parting ways, and I sided with Rhi and her vampire lover. I can’t stay here with a good conscience, besides,” you shrug as you place a kettle over the stove, “it’s just stuff. It can all come with me.”

Steve hums, and you turn back towards him.

“What did that noise mean?”

“Nothin’” he shrugs, “Just I was wondering,” his hazel eyes burrow into your soul, making you squirm under his gaze, “can I come with you?” He shifts at the ill-hidden shock on your face.

“You want to come with me? Shouldn’t you be,” you waved your hand in the air, “moving to the next place? I thought you talked to Rhi?”

“I did. She told me to stop freaking you out and let the light consume me or something.”

“So?”

“I don’t want to. I wanna stay with you.”

You frown, “Oh.”

“Unless you don’t want me to,” he clears his throat. “I guess I could…go.”

You shake your head, “No, I mean–if you want to stay, you can. It’s your…afterlife.”

“And go with you?”

“If it’s what you want?”

“What do you want?”

You take a deep breath, your chest puffing before exhaling slowly. “I’ve almost gotten used to your…” warmth, “commentary.” He smirks and your eyes drift to the permanent shadow of fuzz that frames his pink lips. You wonder if he regrets not shaving on the day of his death.

“So, I’m coming with you?” You shrug in a non-committal yes, and his face morphs into a frown, “How do I do that?”

You roll your eyes, moving to grab a mug out of the cupboard as the water begins to boil. “Figure it out, ghost boy.” You can feel his smile without needing to see it, a tingle spreading down your spine in its wake every time.

***

The familiar warmth was the first thing you’d noticed when you’d walked into your new apartment, following a trail through to the living room until you came across his ethereal form, more real than ever, leaning against the wall. Arms and feet casually crossed with that smug smile plastered on his face.

“Found ya.”

It was closer to the city, your new place. An easier route to the nightlife and music scene but entirely lacking in the coating of magic that had been left over the hundreds of years you’d spent in the house situated in the coven’s community. It was a blank canvas, but you’d sprinkle some of that cosmic energy into the space in no time.

You groan as your back clicks, stretching out another day of moving pains and surveying your progress. You’d gotten the kitchen and essentials unpacked in one day, just books, records, frames and crystals left.

“Alright, I’m ordering takeout for dinner.” It was weird. No longer just talking to yourself. Feeling another presence in your space.

His hand reaches out in reflex, motioning to squeeze your arm, and you feel a hot point of contact, flinching at the zap that travels through your arm. Steve frowns, staring at where his hand had touched you, then looks back up at you, mirroring your look of shock.

“What the hell was that?”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #ghost!steve harrington #witch!reader #stranger things fanfiction #she writes

[helionpegasus]

ceilings

azriel x reader

words count: 899

warnings: none, pure fluff :) a bit angst??

The rain got us by surprise. It was supposed to be an afternoon walk on the street, to enjoy the beginning of spring. 

We walked near the lake eating ice cream, stopped by the bakery shop to eat red velvet cookies and a strawberry pie. Both of us are weak for any sweet.

The days have been sunny and fresh, no warning of a storm breaking in.

“Should we risk running to your home?” He said while we were trying to hide from the rain in an awning from a shop by the street. 

“We will arrive there soaked.” I said laughing. “But we can try.” He only gave me a sly smirk, like that’s exactly the answer he wanted. The golden eyes shining like the sunset surrounding us.

With a fast move, he grabbed my hand and we started running through the streets. We were not far from my apartment, actually, arriving there was pretty quick, but not fast enough for our shoes don’t soak our feet in their own private pool.

My thoughts were interrupted by the soft brush his scarred hand gave mine. Hands surprisingly so soft and kind. I realized we’re already on my floor, standing in front of my door.  “Well… safely delivered. Perhaps a bit wet, but I think nothing is out of place.” Our laughs echoed in the empty hall.

I look up, meeting his eyes. Warm and expressive, the opposite of his inexpressive facial features that would not tell a thing. And I get lost in memorizing every piece of his beautiful face, like I’m scared of never seeing it again.

I didn’t realize we were so up close, our breaths matching, it must be pure muscle memory. Nozes almost touching, his hand smoothly reaching for my neck. I closed my eyes, just waiting for what’s coming next. So desperately hopeful, when it happens. His lips touch mine like they’re still shy and careful, then gaining confidence and deepening it.

His other hand found a place in my waist, pulling me more against his body. Hot besides the situation that we’ve been in. I link my arms around his broad shoulders, our lips dancing on their own, like this kiss is our savior.

“What if… you stay here tonight?” I asked unsure when we pushed apart from each other slightly, breathless. Scared of what his answer would be. 

He looked at me, searching for any regret. And found none.

“Yes, it sounds like a really good idea. It will be a long night, though.” And there was that smirk again. Enough to make both my legs weak with so little. I gave a smile of my own, and our lips were meeting again.

I don’t remember when we entered the apartment, nor the moment we got in my room. The moment we got our clothes off and linked ourselves in the bed, even less.

All I remember is looking at his beautiful face once more. Running my fingers through his dark locks. Tracing his pointed nose, full and soft lips, round ears and sharp jawline that needed to be shaved.

All I remember is resting my head in his chest, listening to his calm heartbeat and steady breath. Only my white sheet covering our naked bodies from the moonlight creeping through the window on our left side.

All I remember is feeling my chest burn to say all the feelings that I’ve been repressing to myself. To not disturb our peaceful bubble.

*

All I remember is waking up breathless. Soaked in my sweat. With the other side of the bed empty and cold. Because he has never been here.

The dream tonight was vivid as always. I started to get used to it. We all do when you have to deal with it for years.

Once I steady my breath, I walked to the bathroom to splash water on my face. Hoping that will wake me up a bit more.

“Morning!” Bryce said once I got in the living room.

“Morning.” I replied, going straight to the kitchen. I need coffee so bad.

“You look like shit.” “Thank you, Bryce! That’s exactly what I needed to hear.” My fake smile hides in the mug while I sip, letting the caffeine get in my veins.

“It’s those dreams again?” No answer from me was enough. “You’re getting consumed by it. Searching for help would not be a bad idea.”

“I’m not going to talk about vivid dreams with an amazing male that doesn't exist with my therapist.” The redhead rolled her eyes.

“I’m not saying to seek help from your therapist. Your grandmother was a Seer, right? Maybe this is some kind of other expression of power.”

“But a Seer is supposed to see the future, Bryce. A power that extends to seeing the future of everyone. But I only dream with him. I don’t know who he is, I don't know his name or what he sounds like. All I know is that he appeared once in my dreams, with such a warm presence. And never left.” I felt a tear roll in my cheek, I didn’t even realize I was getting emotional. Pathetic.

“Maybe the dreams are a sign of someone you’ll have to help in the future.” Her soft thumb brushed my single tear.

“Maybe…” I agreed.

“Or perhaps, you’re having visions of your mate.”

#azriel x reader #azriel #azriel x you #azriel acotar #azriel imagine #azriel one shot #acotar #acotar fics

[astyrial]

hey! just came from ur other blog, could i request a christmassy fic with dad!spencer and just u 2 spending time with ur kids on christmas morning opening presents and all that christmassy goodness? thanks 🙏😁

mr. and mrs. claus spencer reid x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: christmas morning with the kids word count: 1.3k warnings: use of mom/beautiful/mrs.claus for reader, maybe too adorable?? masterlist | requests are open

    snow flutters down the side of the house, a mixture of packed snow from the roof and flurries. some of it hits the window, barely visible under the dark veil of the early morning hours. you take in a deep breath before turning to your husband. his eyes are still closed, his right arm laying across your torso, hair sitting wildly on his head. 

  "honey.. hon, it's like six and the kids are going to start waking up soon," the words release from your lips like a whisper, quiet, calm. 

  however, his eyelids barely move, his hand simply tightening around a part of your shirt. you let out a sigh as your shoulders drop a little. "spence, don't you want a lovely christmas moment with me before the kids wake up? you know they wake up early on christmas," you attempt to wake him up again. 

  once again, he barely moves, and instead continues breathing steadily. finally, you thought of what you could do to wake him up from his beauty rest. you reach down and pull the blanket off of you, your body moving to get up from the bed. instantly, spencer is grumbling something as his other hand reaches out to grab your hand. 

  "are you awake now?" you turn back to look at him, kind of regretting your plan as the cool night air sends chills up your legs. 

  spencer's eyes flutter open and he lightly nods, letting out a deep sigh. "yes.. yes i'm awake now babe," he finally opens his eyes all of the way and looks you up and down.

  "are you really?" your hand squeezes his, a light twinkle in your eyes.

  his hand squeezes yours back before slithering away from you, his body moving so that he can sit up. spencer than looks up at and nods, a sleepy smile strewn across his face, "i definitely am lovely."

  you bite your lip, the nickname sending a slight tingle across your brain. it's sweet, one that he started calling you on the second date. it came out of nowhere, the two of you barely knowing each other. maybe it was the drinks or some kind of miracle, but it stuck. now he finds a time to say it every day.

  "great- because i don't think i could handle the minds by myself-"

  "mom!! dad!! it's time for the presents!" a young screaming girl comes busting down the door, an even younger boy following quickly behind. 

  the young girl, lizzy, is pulling the younger boy, matty, by the arm until they reach the bed. spencer looks up at you once more before slipping out of the sheets and picking up lizzy. he holds her tight and immediately wakes up more, "it's christmas time! we need to see what santa got you kiddos!"

  you nod and pick up matty by the armpits and follow the two of them down the stairs. the railings are lined with festive garland intertwined with red ribbons. down the stairs is their living room, the living room that you and spencer had built, decorated. a tree sits in front of the window and has an array of homemade ornaments adorning it.

  lizzy is already squealing with joy as she sees a large gift wrapped in yellow, her favorite color. a handwritten note on the front of it. matty, still fairly young, can't entirely recognize what it is, but still waves his arms in excitement with the rest of you. 

  spencer raises her up, like she's flying, and he asks her a question, "who's the most excited girl for christmas?"

  "i am! i am daddy!" lizzy brings her hands down, grabbing towards him, letting her hands rest on his cheeks as he starts to bring her down. she does it all the time after seeing you caressing his cheeks after he comes him from work.

  he lets her down and she's off like a race car driver, her five-year old hands ripping the wrapping paper off like it's nothing. you're quick to let matty down as well, letting him run over so that he can follow suit, spencer leading him to his gift. his is a light green, spencer's handwriting describing how excited santa is to give them his gifts.

  once the two are pulling off the wrapping paper, spencer takes a few steps back to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. it's little moments like these that make you appreciate it the most. spencer's love, your kids having the time of their lives, a spark of hope and happiness. 

  "mom! do you see this? it's a house, with a unicorn on it!! just like from my little pony, how did he know i wanted it?" lizzy opened the little door, her fingers running through some fake flowers at the edge of the window. 

  "yeah honey, it looks amazing! santa truly has a gift to picking the right gift. what would you say to him if you could?"

  lizzy enters the small house and looks outside the window, her finger tapping her chin, "i'd tell him that he's the greatest! besides you guys of course..."

  spencer can't help but laugh a little, his hand tightening around your shirt, rolling his eyes. matty brings his hands up to his cheeks as soon as he realizes what his gift is. it's a small soccer goal, ball included. typically he catches you watching soccer games from your time as a player, and he loves sitting down and indulging with you.

  he would sometimes find your old soccer ball in the basement while you're doing laundry and would kick it around. leaving you to find the perfect gift for santa to give to your favorite (totally not just only) son. while the two look closely at their respective gifts, you turn to look at the only gift you would ever need.

  "hear that... mr. claus? you're the greatest," you whisper, grabbing the collars of his matching christmas pajamas. 

  spencer leans forward, his lips brushing against your ear, "well mrs. claus, a man is only as good as a third of what his partner ultimately is."

  his head than leans back and he gives you a soft smile, his free hand finding its way to your cheek. it's soft, despite the field work he does, as his thumb runs right under your eye. you bring your hand up to his hip and let your finger wrap around his shirt. a smile lightens on your face as you feel your heartbeat quicken like a lovesick kid.

  "you flatter me, you know that?"

  "oh i'll keep doing it then, you lovely, beautiful, might i add a little strong, caring, amazing, extraordinarily-"

  you cut him off with a kiss, an all encompassing kiss. one that wants to both shut him up, but also show to him just how much you love him. love his voice, the look in his eyes, the way his fingers run across your cheeks, the way he is raising the two best kids that you love and care for. 

  "ewww can't we just keep opening gifts?!" lizzy's voice whines into your ears, forcing the two of you to pull apart with a laugh. 

  you quickly nod your head, pointing at the gifts sitting under the tree, "yeah, you know how it works babe. youngest to oldest, start sorting them out!"

  spencer leans over and kisses your cheek as you direct lizzy around, your voice than directing matty to get into his usual spot, him giving you a short 'okay'. the spot leaves a sense of warmth right above your cheekbone. you look back at him and attempt to hold back a smile. 

  "i love you."

  "i love you too, mrs. claus."

  "okay you can stop calling me that now, it's making me feel old."

#spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfic #i had SO much fun writing this #i felt better today so i thought i’d finish it

[star-girl69]

My Heart Never Knows

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: this chapter is crazy i hope y’all enjoy

warnings: mating, swearing, kissing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Eleven- Everything

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Your entire life, this is what it had been leading up to.

This is what you looked forward to during your childhood, during dark and lonely nights as an adolescent, every waking moment as an adult.

Not only did you want it, to be mated, in love, to belong, but it was expected of you. The sister of the clan Tsahìk, prominent and important, you could have anything you want.

You could marry for love, you could marry to help your family. You could do whatever you wanted. That was the one thing the Na’vi did not dispute- mates. It was the will of Eywa, and you had always trusted her, so even when doubt creeped in- you had no choice but to push it away.

If you couldn’t trust the Great Mother, place your heart in her hands, who could you trust?

But, this- this was unconventional.

Bare feet pressed to the dirt, only a tree hanging over you for some semblance of privacy. But wrapped up in them, you felt safe anyways.

You did not think it would happen like this.

When you pull away from Neytiri, your arms having made their way to sling around her neck, her hands holding your face. She stares at you for a moment, like she does everytime she stares at you, but this time is different. This time is a promise.

Her voice breaks the silence, and you had almost forgot you were supposed to be like that- living, breathing.

“You must say yes. To us,” she croaks out, thumb rubbing the high of your cheekbone.

“Was- was that not it?” your chest still heaves with the way you threw yourself into her, placing your heart in her care, jumping into her arms with reckless abandon. Perhaps you would regret it, someday.

But another voice was stronger. What if you don’t?

What if this is what you were meant for, what Eywa had intended for you. Is it not true that you are alive right now? Living, breathing, happy and loved? You trust the Great Mother. Your life was only ever in her hands.

“Say it,” Neytiri whispers, biting her bottom lip, eyes trailing over your face.

“I choose you.” There is nothing to think about, nothing to decide. You have known it since before they came- there has been an ache under your ribs, a need for them before you even knew them. You have always needed them. “I choose you, too, Jake.”

When you look past Neytiri, his eyes are half lidded, staring between the two of you, shoulders loose almost like he is overwhelmed. He hums, deep in the back of his throat, and there’s a hint of something- carnal- in it. Like he is just a man, surrendering. Like he wishes nothing more for something physical to fight, a sturmbeest to take down, something other than tackling the two women in front of him.

And you’ve been denying yourself for so long- is it wrong to move fast? To want to be there’s right here, right now, before someone can break through the treeline, disrupt everything.

Ronal’s face burns in the back of your mind, as you remove your hands from around Neytiri’s neck, and she can’t take her hands from your face. Her words swing around, almost in the air, demons.

Instead, you are falling to your knees in front of them, looking up as if to say, well?

And they waste no time in coming down to the ground as well, your knees sinking into the soft dirt, your tsaheylu burning from where it presses against your back.

It burns when you take it in your hands, but it’s that good burn, that overwhelming burn, that everything, that not enough burn.

When Neytiri and Jake do the same, it doesn’t fill you with dread like it did when Ayeoe presented his to you.

No- instead, you are lit from within, a fire spreading through you- coming from under your ribs.

The small pink tendrils at the end unfurl, and you stare at them for a moment, entranced, grounding yourself, thanking Eywa.

Jake is next to you, close, not close enough, everything all at once. “You’ll be a mother to our children. You’ll be something to them. Everything to us.”

You can only smile, blink away the tears in your eyes. All you have ever wanted is to be the sun, to belong to no one and everyone, go home each night to the moons, to them.

Slowly, your fingers begin to itch, and you are desperate for a taste of him, so it falls to the dirt as you bury your hands into his hair, kiss him, bury yourself in him.

His arms wrap around your waist- warm, comforting- and he tastes like the forest, like the sea, like the plains. He tastes like Pandora. No matter what Ronal says- you know that is what he is. He is a child of Eywa, a person of this planet- the farthest thing from a demon. An angel, really, because you swear you find ecstasy in his mouth.

When you pull away, had your fill, your eyes are wet with tears, and he simply places his lips to your cheek, soft and sweet, blotting away the salt, the remnants of whatever sadness you carry in you- because you know you will never feel that way. Not again, not with them.

You pull away, grab your tsaheylu with shaking hands, when Neytiri reaches out, places her hand on yours, soft- barely there. You are moving so fast, a staccato, in and out of focus.

“We want you to be our mate. But we want you to want it too.”

“I’m- I’m not- no, I want this. I want this. I just don’t wanna wait. Don’t make me wait. I say yes, say yes to me, now, say yes to me.”

Neytiri’s face slowly settles into a wide smile, eyes crinkling, lines in her cheeks- it sits so well on your face you are surprised you can even conjure a memory of her frowning.

“I choose you,” she whispers, taking her tsaheylu from out behind her, knees in the dirt, the three of you a tilted triangle. Sunk in and stuck, but the only place you have to be. The only place you need to be, want to be.

“And I choose you.” Words are short and sweet, an invisible something in the air, pulsing tangible. A need, a want. You all know what it is, what’s to happen here. But you all want it, all understand it.

You take your tsaheylu, not bothering to look at the link tendrils this time, deprived for so long, wanted them for so long, spare hand digging into the dirt.

Afraid, you realize. You don’t know if you can live without them now, not that you’ve gotten a taste, know how addictive they are.

When the bond hits you-

It is like a wave crashing over you. Like you are swimming in the sea again, young and arrogant, ignoring the wave’s resistance. This time, you understand the art of drowning.

The art of letting go, surrendering to the current. You throw your head back, something soft tearing from your throat- satisfaction- names being carved into your bones, seared into your skin. Faces behind your eyes, voices in your ears.

And it is like something is being torn out from under your fucking ribs, and it aches and it hurts and it’s building, building, until it explodes with something white hot and you are left with them.

You are left with everything, all around you.

Everything to us, Jake had said.

They are everything to you. They are the thoughts in your brain, the blood in your heart, the ache in your ribs that fades now- no use for it anymore, now that they are there to take it’s place. Carving their place inside you, making a home, and you are so full of them that you can hardly call yourself your own anymore.

And you can’t.

Because under your ribs there is everything, and they are yours and you are theirs.

Everything.

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[mrstraffy]

Well i was playing character AI and suddenly boom...i feel like writing a fanfiction😭✌️as always, I'm so sorry if there's some grammar errors and I hope you guys enjoyed reading this story of mine😘.

DISCLAIMER: ONE PIECE IS NOT MINE AND THIS IS ONLY FOR FUN🫰

WARNING: SLIGHT AGE GAP. DON'T WORRY IT'S 6 YEARS ONLY<3 PLUS LAW IS A BIT OUT OF CHARACTER BUT...ITS FANFICTION SO....YEAHH🤣

History Teacher

Trafalgar Law x reader

It was the second week of September. The month you dreaded the most as it would also mean that the final exam are nearing. Yet you still can't seem to focus in your history classes that you're in right now. The teacher kept on talking about the world war and your country's history but all of that doesn't matter to you at all. Well, how can you pay attention to what he is saying when his existence alone make you fall into the state of a daze?

Mr. Trafalgar, or his full name Trafalgar D Water Law, the first time you lay your eyes on him you can't help but fell so hard for him. In your eyes he was stunning and perfect in every way despite his cold behaviour.

His name send shiver down to your spine and the way his voice sounded like a melody in your ears, or the way his eyes seemed to be your favourite mirror. Just looking at his hand make you knew that those arm gonna be your favourite places and you long for his love. Damn, you adore him too much. However, deep down you knew that it's impossible for the two of you. You know that he won't consider you as a partner. But a little bit of plot twists won't hurt right? Alas, its fate's nature to play with people.

"Does anyone have a question?" His voice makes you wake up from your daydream. You look around and no one seems to have a question. Either they understand the lesson well enough or they just don't know anything at all, who knows?. And it seems that you're the latter one. That's what you get when you don't pay attention in class. Despite this ,you don't know what possessed you when your raised you hand. "Yes Y/N?" Instantly you regretted your decision. " Sir I have a very important question." You said with determination. "Go ahead Y/N". As you gather all you courage, you ask, " what is the difference between history and you?" You know that your question is stupid but you wanted to take the opportunity to flirt with him✨. Well, you need to make the first move if you want to chase your dream, right?

"What an absurd question you've got there Y/N. Well, as far as I'm concerned, history is something that happened in the past. As for me, I'm a person, a living thing that need shelter,water, food, and air to breathe in order to survive." Law said, trying to answer your question the best that he could. "I can't say your answer is wrong sir, but there is a shorter and simpler answer to that question." You replied to him with a hint of mischievousness in your tone. "Why don't you lighten me up then, dear Y/N." He retorted. The moment you heard him call you dear, you swear that you felt like you're not touching the ground anymore. But you need to focus on the task in your hand. "History is in the past. But you sir, you are my future" you said with a small smile grazing you lips. Upon hearing your statement the whole class was turned into a chaos. Teasing both you and Law. You even hear some of your classmates saying things like, " brave girl" and " so, they're into older man huh?" But you could careless about what they're saying as your teacher's reaction is more important. If you don't look carefully you might not notice that there is a hint of blush on his cheek. But amusement is clear on his face that its surpassed the blush.

"Alright class, that's enough" hearing this, your classmates shut up almost in an instant. "As for you Y/N, I admit it that's a good answer. And i don't mind making it a dream come true for you." And once again the classroom erupted into another chaos. Unbeknownst to you, your teacher have always put you in a special place in his heart. The first time the both of you lock eyes, the cupid has played his part. Shooting the both of you with his arrow. However, the hesitation from both sides makes it hard for the two of you to unite. The role as a teacher and student makes it a challenge for the both of you as it is forbidden for a teacher to have relationship with their students to avoid unfairness between students.

Law could careless about that as he can quit being a teacher for you. Since you've made your first move, well he might as well work on his plan now that he know you're attracted to him. That's how the two of you started your journey together. How the two of you faces challenges and judgement from other people together. You guys would always have each other back no matter what the obstacles is. After all, what kind of future it is if one of you is not in the picture.

A.N: a little bit cringe but pls bare with me.

Also, I think law as our daddy...(you know what kind of daddy) is *cough* HOTT🥵

Btw that's all from me byeee👋

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[jongseongsnudes]

seven.

warning; 😵😵🥵😵😵 1k words.

masterlist.

“are you sure you don’t want me to leave you alone sir? i can go back to the room-”

“no it’s fine.”

while the man sat comfortably on the other side of the small hot spring with his head thrown back and eyes closed, you were busy shifting back and forth, making extra sure that your flimsy towel wouldn’t just come apart.

especially with your hot hunk of a boss sitting barely a metre away from you, practically naked. with his god-like torso and bare arms out on full display for you to secretly gawk at from time to time. the entire view was just too dangerous, it almost felt illegal to be looking at him.

the heavens really be testing you tonight.

after that awkward almost disastrous encounter after your shower, you and your boss had some room service before heading down to the private hot spring. how unfortunate yet fortunate for you at the same time because as much as you wanted the full japanese hot spring experience, the thought of being in such an intimate setting with your boss... scared you.

especially with all the recent unethical thoughts you’ve been having about him.

that’s why you planned to escape.

“would you like something to drink then sir?” now you were just sounding desperate to get out but you couldn’t care less, you just needed to get away, “i can go grab you one-”

“no, miss park,” he lifts his head up to look at you, annoyance written all over his face at having his peace constantly disturbed by you in the past ten minutes, “come here.”

“i’m sorry- what?”

“come, here.”

though hesitant, and sweating buckets, you awkwardly waddle over to the man, your eyes glued onto every where but at him.

but you know that he’s staring directly at you.

“is- is there something you needed sir-”

you squeal when he suddenly grabs your arms, spinning your entire body around so your back is now facing him. you’re loss for words, your body tensing up to his simple touch. perhaps it’s the heat getting to you, but you feel unnaturally hot, like your body is on fire at the moment.

“mr park-”

“relax,” his voice is as low as a whisper, his hands now grasping onto your shoulders, softly massaging away all of your stiffened joints that were caused by him to begin with.

at first, you were frozen, no doubt, but the more his skilful fingers worked you, the more relaxed you became. it felt so good, so damn good that you swore you were beginning to see white.

“oh god- sir-” it took you a moment to realise what just happened, of what just came out of your mouth.

you had just moaned in the most indecent way in front of your boss while he gave you a massage.

a massage!

“i’m- i’m so sorry...” you quickly cover your mouth apologetically, ready to make a run for the door but the man holds you down, pulling your body back against his.

the sudden skin on skin contact knocks the complete life out of you, your mind now very aware of the position you were in. that he was practically back hugging you with his arms loosely around you. his very, very firm arms that looked like they could hold you so well up against any wall.

gulp.

you knew this was a bad idea to begin with and all this was proving you right.

“i must overwork you,” he says, making you turn your head just slightly, instant regret washing over you when his lips immediately come into sight.

goddam it, get yourself together park!

“of course not-”

“your shoulders say otherwise.”

“i love working for you,” you were quick to interrupt him, “you’re a great boss, i learn so much from you.”

“is that so?”

“yes! you work so hard, harder than anyone else in the company. and! and! you’re so humble when you don’t need to be, especially with how rich and hot you are-”

oh. fuck.

it was like a living nightmare, one you can’t wake from and the silence that follows made it ten times worse. not only did you just call your boss something inappropriate but the thing that’s now poking at your lower back is quite hard to ignore.

your boss was hard and it could potentially be because of you.

“i see.”

that’s all the man says as his hands slide down your arms. your body shivers to his feather light touch, your poor thighs already clenching together for dear life.

“i told you to relax,” his lips were dangerously close to your ear, his breath fanning across your cheek as he spoke. he’s softly drawing circles on your skin, something that’s driving you absolutely insane. it’s like he’s teasing you and if he really was... well it was working in his favour.

you struggle to hold on, your own fingers grasping onto your towel, hoping it won’t fail you now. or ever.

“you’re shaking.”

“sir i...” you wanted to smack yourself for stuttering but a hundred different thoughts are fighting in your mind and on top of it all was your boss. maybe this was just a massage and that you’ve gone crazy thinking anything otherwise but it was too much. way too much for your poor heart to handle.

“yes?”

“sir i... i have to use the bathroom!”

and you were away from him in a matter of seconds, running for your life out of the room like some crazy person.

and to be fair, you really felt like one too.

all thanks to park jongseong.

end.

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[unholywriter]

Perhaps some Percy make-up sex???

PART ONE

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III Fem x Reader

Warnings: Smut.

“Let me worship you.”

He’s gone a day without speaking to you, hiding away in his workshop and ignoring your attempts to try and talk it out. But truth be told, this wasn’t a big issues as a whole. He just doesn’t know how to handle the fact his childhood friend and childhood lover hooked up. Once. It was during his absence, during the time you thought he was dead. Maybe one issue was that your chastity was taken away, the one thing that he wanted to share breaking with you back then later on if you decided to marry and become a lady of Whitestone. But everything was now a huge jumble. He coming back, you reconnecting after the Briarwood’s were killed finally, and how he was in a new group that didn’t allow him to come home too often.

That love you two share though, never faded. And after Archibald and you had that one night stand - you regretted every time it crossed your mind. Hence why you wanted to come clean, and hence why he was now so upset. He knew you weren’t a virgin the times he was with you, but Archie?? A sigh left his lips as he tossed a gear to the side, and leaned back looking to the ceiling. His glasses that slid down his nose slid back up into place, and he closed his eyes fiddling with his tool in his hand.

He was dead to you. He knew you thought that he had met his end. So why was he so upset? And it was so petty, and so stupid to not talk it out with you. He scrunched his eyebrows in a tinge of annoyance at himself. He wasn’t even mad at you, or Archie. One more twirl around his fingers and he stopped sitting up straight, standing up and finally heading out of his workshop.

He knew he has a lot of apologizing to do, but, the fact he could even think to apologize for his wrong doing’s and acting like a child, was a healthy step to continue this relationship he cherished so dearly. For gods sake if you weren’t with him down in the Ziggurat - no one would have been able to save him from Orthax. From himself.

It was early morning, the sun didn’t peak the horizon though, so the darkness still crept into your two’s shared living chamber. You didn’t hear him come in because you were passed out on the bed, with still a mess of wet tears dampening your face. The sight made his heart-ache knowing those tears were because he made you feel the need to cry. Oh was he in for one hell of an EPIC apology now. Even though the amount of times he would apologize from now on, knowing you wept in any way because of him - especially him being an asshole out of pure spite? He’d never feel like he’d make it up too you, ever.

Slowly he made his way from the bottom of your bed to you, placing his soft lips on the bareness of what skin he could find. Gradually he pressed deeper until he noticed you began to stir, and yet still not wake. From your forearm, to you shoulder. Then your neck as he pushed some locks away. His hands glided from your hip to your silky soft skin at your side, deepening his suckling at your neck to test the waters.

That’s when you began to wake, a soft moan escaping your lips. A few blinks to clear your vision and you turned to see a very shy looking Percy pressing his lips too your skin with a halt at your shoulder. His eyes looked like puppy dogs orbs all glistened and full of love and apology. For a moment you forgot about the day, and yet it came back just as quick.

“Did you come to finally say sorry Percival?” Your furrowed your eyebrows, and you could swear more tears threatened your eyes. You don’t want to fight, or leave things unsaid. Or ignore a problem when one arises. You weren’t mad, just hurt that he chose to ignore you and not talk to you for the whole day.

“For being a complete utter shit? Yes. I want to apologize to you.” His eyebrows pulled together even further, but he moved to hover over you now. Taking his index finger, and gliding it under your eyes to wipe some tears away. “Give me the biggest thump on my head for making you ever shed any tears from here and now on.”

You reached for his hand now, taking his fingers too your lips. Closing your eyes you let a soft smile become displayed delicately. “It’s okay. I understand my love. I just don’t want you ever to ignore me or anything else that puts tension between us ever again okay?”

Peering back into his vibrant emerald, mesmerizing eyes tears fell from them as they overfilled, gliding down his cheek. “Never again.” He smiled, leaning in closer and pressing your foreheads together. “I’m sorry, so fucking sorry.”

“You’re forgiven my sweet Percival, but you know what would make it up to me?” Your gaze held strong, and he held it back just as firm. His smile tugged further, but he didn’t reply. So with that, you just continued. “You could make it up by-“

“Telling you how much I love you. Showing, how much I love you.” He leaned a little back so he can get a good glance of you as he spoke. From your eyes, too your nose. Too the little freckles that may or may not littler your face. Just the small, beautiful details he took in. And gods he thought you were the most gorgeous creature he’s ever set eyes on. And never, even after has he seen any other in the light he sees you in. “Let me worship you.” He whispered as he moved some more of your hair to the side of your face. “Let me make you feel like the most elegant being to walk this realm, to walk any plain of existence.”

“Only if you let me worship you back de Rolo.” A titter lift your mouth and a chuckle came from his. The bashfulness you felt as your cheeks heated up, it made your heartbeat quicken.

“That can be arranged.” And just like that as his grin widened, a crash of soft skin colliding with a kiss connecting you two lovers ignited. Rougher, heavily it became just as quick as it started. He pressed you further into the bed, and your hands found the locks of his hair, tugging with your fingers gently. A soft moan left his mouth giving you an opportunity of attack. Your tongue entangled with his, hips grinding against another.

Feeling him made you want him even more, and there was an unbearable annoyance below that wasn’t getting properly taken care off. His hands found the sides of your body, slowly feeling the silk of your nightgown. That wasn’t what he wanted, he wanted to feel you skin to skin. So with that, he began to help pull that nightgown off swiftly, your bodies pulling up so you moved to straddle his lap. Hands feverishly beginning to unbutton his dress shirt as the synchronization rhythm of both your hips rocked. Panting, soft mewls could be heard through the large chamber you share. You were only left in your underwear, minus a bra which gave Percy full access. He groaned against your skin as he suckled upon your highly sensitive buds. Clenching from the tension, your rhythm became ruthless. You wanted him to give you the proper attentiveness. His fingers, his tongue would definitely suffice. Oh how he knew it.

“On your knees for me darling.” A whisper slithered delicately in your ear. And without fail you did as you were told. His hand clung to your chin so your eyes met and didn’t leave a gaze. His other hand slipped inside your panties, feeling the slick mess you’ve already made. A furrow of his eyebrows, and a low moan left his throat. “So drenched, did I do that?”

Your hands went to the hem of his pants and you pulled him even closer to crash your lips to his. He didn’t bother to tell you with words that was a naughty move, it was his fingers that spoke to you. And you heard every word as his two fingers slid in and out so obnoxiously slow, you pulled back to nip at his neck, preparing for the agonizingly ruthless assault. A pace that gradually quickened began, his hand now tangling into your hair as he felt your vibrations of your moans at his neck. Your hands began to undo his pants giving you proper access to his pulsing cock begging for the same attention your pussy was now feeling. Springing it free, the heat met your hands as it wrapped around it sliding slowly down the shaft. In your ears, the soft moans Percy suppressed made you tip over the edge. You left his cock though for only a second to get the proper lubricant. Sucking your fingers you left saliva that pulled from your tongue until the spit string snapped to meet your fingers around his dick once more. Pumping, you worked the same pace. Teasing, following where he was chasing your high.

Now your lips crashed back again, tongues entangled in a desperate fight for fitful domination. Mutually getting each other off, and you felt the coil building up it’s tensions right before it snap. But, before you could get there he pulled away causing you to whimper.

“Percy...” You whined, looking back into his, lust filled hypnotizing eyes.

“Don’t worry my love.” And with a swift push you were back on your back and he on top of you, the biggest sinful smirk tugged across his face, “I’ll fuck you senseless in a second.”

“Heh, I’ll hold you to that.” You mirrored his expression ten fold and he dipped his lips into your neck while running his hand down your right thigh that left as soon as it came. “Maybe I’ll take back my forgiveness if you-“ You squeaked as he pushed inside you, slowly adjusting himself.

“Manners.” He darkly whispered playfully, a deep thrust soon following. An unsuppressed whine left your lips and he continued a rhythmic pace. Your arms moved from his hair, down from his shoulder to his back. Your lips dancing, your mewls being spewed bouncing around the room. The bed only adding too the unholiness being spout. That coil that built up began fighting, ready to snap any second with the ruthless buildup. Welding in your eyes, tears threatened. He was so very good - by gods was he so close too unloading inside you. But with the sheen of sweat, and the inevitable high he was gonna have you reach so close, he wanted nothing then to watch you unravel.

Unravel you did as he put your legs over his shoulder to deepen, and feel you clench around his cock begging in a way to milk him dry. But he held strong because this wasn’t the end for tonight. You came down slowly, he kissing you softly at your forehead, down your cheek too your jawline. He gathered himself, entangling his fingers in your hair. “You did so well darling, do you want me to make you cum again?” His voice was quietly sweet, like the most sweetest candies in the world labeled De Rolo of course. Because he was sure in fact one of a kind.

“Yes my love.” You replied back, your sweaty foreheads pressed against one another. A grin tugged across both your faces. Hearts veering to a normal pace. “But now let me take care of you.”

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[acozysoulwrites]

Settling down | D.D

Description: It's been months since you and Daryl moved to the cottage miles from Alexandria. Things have settled down, and Daryl has started to think of your future together.

Warnings: none!

The leaves fall from the trees softly, slowly. It is their only purpose. To grow, to sway in the wind, and to fall where they will find their forever resting place in the dirt. They weren't so different, leaves and people.

Daryl throws his bow and bag onto his back, grimacing as his sweaty shirt presses into him. He knows he wore one layer too many.

The seasons were changing. Leaves were falling, the air grew chillier daily, and his nose was stuffy. Clear signs of winter is on it's way. Daryl didn’t mind winter. It slowed the dead down enough to raise their survival rate above 50%, and plus, he thought the snow was pretty.

Rounding the tall oak tree, he knows he’s almost home. Almost safe from everything wrong. He knows he’s almost back to his girl.

Daryl stomps the half-dried mud off his boots, only realizing too late that he’s done this on her clean front porch. Grumbling a bit, he grabs the old broom by the door and sweeps it away before she can get after him.

“Dare? That you?” her voice calls from the kitchen.

“Mm, it’s jus’ me” he replies, opening the creaky door he steps inside, and the smell of her cooking greets him before her.

She looks up, a softness replacing her focused expression. She crosses the room and curls around, grabbing his heavy belongings from his back. “You find anything out there?” She asks as she sets them down beside the couch. She takes care of him better than he does.

“Nah, jus' a load of walkers. This weather always makes em’ frisky before the freeze,” He says solemnly as he makes his way to the kitchen.

The smile lines by her eyes fall, and she nods. “That’s okay” She places her hand on his shoulder, “Don’t worry about it. Rick said we are always welcome to their pantry, especially during the winter months,” She reassures.

The corner of his mouth tugs up, remembering Rick's exact words. He was glad to have someone like Rick.

She and Daryl finish supper and head to the living room. Every night they sit together. There isn’t a TV anymore, or the radio. So they sit in silence. She reads stories to him some nights, and he tells her stories other nights. They sit in each others presence like it’s their real home, like even if these walls fell down around them, they’d be content.

“Hey, you awake?” Daryl mumbles, glancing down at her where she lays on his chest.

She stirs and for a moment he regrets saying anything, regrets waking her -

“Yeah, jus’ thinkin’,” she whispers.

Oh.

Daryl nods. “What about?”

“Us” she says simply.

“What’s that mean?”

She sits up, exhaling a tired breath through her nose. There is a mark on her cheek from his shirt and his heart staggers as she looks into his eyes.

“Don’t sound so scared” She teases, “Just us. Our future, that’s all”.

“Oh” Daryl let’s out the breath he’d been holding. “Me too”.

“Yeah?”

He nods again. “Yeah…” Daryl runs his hand up her back. “Maybe taking things to the next level” He finishes, eyes meeting hers again.

Her eyes widen. “You mean?”

He nods, mumbling a quiet mhm before kissing her forehead. “I want that for us” He says.

Her hand slips into his hair and she kisses him suddenly. “Yes, Yes Dare i want that for us too” she whispers happily.

Daryl smiles. “Good, we’ll go to Alexandria, plan it with Rick” He says.

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[seraphimcollections]

| AND YOU WEREN'T THERE |

| Alejandro x Reader | Ch.1 |

(photo is AI generated and edited by me!)

warnings: heavyyy angst, +18, MDNI, body mutilation, torture, mention of blood and injury, near death, bloodlust, mention of guns, violence

summary: he betrayed you. He left you to shrivel and die. But you didn't, and now he will live to regret it. Yes, you died but you were reborn. Reborn as La Arana, The Spider.

word count: 2k

a/n: the beginning of a new series! This one has been on my mind for a while and I'm so happy to finally work on it. I'm really looking to writing more for this series. Let me know what you think!

The rain pelted against the top of the jeep as it sped through the winding roads. Rudy’s eyes squinted, trying his best to stay within the lane as the chaos unfolded in the back seat. Every few seconds, Rudy's eyes would flicker to the rear view mirror to Alejandro looming over your unconscious body laid out on the seat. Alejandro’s folded one underneath the other, pushing down hard against your chest in rhythm. But each compression, more blood spurted from your mangled lips. For a moment Alejandro believed you were remaining conscious behind your half-lidded eyes, but looking closer he could see them glazing over, exhaustion and blood loss taking you by the second. He couldn’t even give breaths because your face was completely covered in blood, staining your clothes and the seat. Alejandro was in full blown panic. 

“Puta madre! Fuck, come on, stay with me,” Alejandro pleaded, desperately trying to find the source of the bleeding. “How much longer, Rudy?!” 

“Half a klick, colonel,” Rudy said, trying to keep the tremble from his voice. 

“Faster, she’s not responding,” Alejandro grabbed the sides of your head, shaking you. 

“Cariño, stay awake, come on, stay awake,” Alejandro pleaded again. 

Alejandro’s eyes widened in shock at the sound of a small gurgled sound emitting from your throat. You were trying to speak. You were still hanging on. The weak sound was enough to make his eyes water but he forced them away when he felt you let out a wheeze, the last of the air releasing from your lungs. Your eyelids felt so heavy, finally letting them fall. 

“Cariño, baby wake up,” Alejandro said, his voice raw, “Mi vida, wake up, wake up!” 

You were so tired. Your body weighed heavier than lead, as if being swallowed by the earth. You couldn’t hear the humming of the jeep, the squelching from the ragged cavity in your abdomen. Your face didn’t burn anymore. You felt like you were floating among the waves, looking up at the twilight sky as the tides began to slowly pull you down. It was so calm, so peaceful. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad way to go. Alejandro’s shouts began to slowly fade away into the darkness. Finally, sleep. 

✂

Your eyes snapped open, immediately seeing the ceiling of the old barn. They didn’t stay there long, flickering over to the barn door, seeing it cracked open, letting the morning sun in with only the small figure of Valeria blocking it. She smirked up to you in your bird’s nest, immediately finding you laying in your hammock. 

“Despierta dormilon!” She shouted up to you.

You quirked a brow, swinging your legs over to land on the creaky panels. You walked to the edge of the nest, leaning on your elbows over the bannister, looking down at her. The shadows casted over your frame, hiding your frame. Hiding your mutilated face. 

“Mañana, hermanita,” Valeria said with a smile. 

You grunted, unamused. 

“You never were much of an early bird, were you,” said Valeria. 

“What do you want?” You said, your tone cold. 

Valeria’s expression became serious, dropping the playful demeanor. 

“Our friend from the East has come to town, we need to make sure we keep him off the radar,” Valeria said. 

You ran a hand through your long inky locks, “and what do you need from me, El Sin Nombre?” 

Valeria smirked, hand on her hip, “I need you to work your magic, make sure we don’t have anyone crashing the party. And if we do, well, sabes qué hacer, La Araña…” 

Your eyes didn’t reveal any emotion, just the same emptiness present since that day. Your mind began to wonder back to that night, unable to stop the traumatic images flashing from behind your eyes. Valeria could see it, she always knew when your mind would drift off from where you were. You always had a vibrant imagination, ever since you were children, and now it has become your detriment. 

“Was it the same dream?” Valeria frowned. 

You averted your gaze from her’s before nodding. Valeria sighed before nodding. 

“Soon, hermanita,” Valeria growled, “we will bring them all down to their knees, and then, you will have your revenge.” 

Your eyes hardened once more and gave a curt nod, leaving the bannister. You lifted the neck of your turtle neck, pulling it over your nose, concealing your face. 

“Have your men ready, sister, there will be some sort of resistance, I’m sure of it,” you said bluntly, walking further into your nest. 

“We’ll be ready, keep me posted,” Valeria said, walking out the barn door, closing it behind her. 

You slid open the door to your den. A bulletin board covered in photos, some of rivaling cartels, some military, some high profile clients, and other pawns. But at the center of the bulletin with several throwing knives stabbed into it, a photo of none other than Alejandro Vargas. You didn’t dwell on it, stepping over the trail of wires scattered all over the room to your wall of screens mounted above your desk. The screens lit up as you plopped on to the seat. You propped your feet up on to the desk, your eyes flickering over the screens. 

Valeria chose to hide in plain sight, performing as the ultimate enforcer.  It gave her the power she always wanted, and she used that power to make Las Almas a better place. Of course, there were those who believed it to be blood money, but you could care less. You didn’t care about Las Almas, in fact, you wouldn’t have cared if the place was set ablaze. That was for El Sin Nombre to care about -- you had other plans. 

Your eyes stopped on one particular screen. It was footage from downtown Las Almas on the main road that took you through the heart of the city. From the footage, you could see a line of blacked out Jeeps following each other down the road in procession. You screenshot the surveillance, zooming into one of the Jeeps with ease. Rage began to bubble in your chest as the pixels began to refine piece by piece, finally revealing him. Rudy was with him, of course, the two were inseparable. But you could see two other men in the back but the shadow was too harsh for you to make them out. 

“Who’s your new friends, Mi Vida?” You mumbled bitterly, speed dialing Valeria. 

She answered on the first ring, “what you got for me?” 

“Old friends, heading to Hassan’s hideout,” you said, never tearing your eyes away from the screen. 

“Los Vaqueros!” Valeria grinned over the line, “excellent work, Araña. Should I be expecting you?” 

You stood to your feet, a new fire under them, “I’ll be out on recon. Out.” 

With that you clicked, tossing the phone back on the desk before stalking to your gun locker. You grabbed your black duffle first, dropping it to your feet before grabbing your sniper rifle, slinging across your back. Examining a few throwing knives, you tucked them into your harness before slamming the locker shut. Your heated gaze became nailed on Alejandro’s sorry picture, unimaginable rage taking over your cool heart. 

“No más esperas, hermana.” 

✂

The dried sticks and leaves stuck and prodded at you as you laid among the shrubs. You kept your grip steady and gaze trained as your looked through the scope of the rifle. From upon the cliff, maybe a mile from the infiltrated base, you could see everything. Just as you expected, the Mexican Special Forces had swatted the hideout, but Hassan was long gone thanks to your intel. And instead of being greeted by their target, they were welcomed by the Mexican Army who was deep in Valeria’s pockets. Everyone was, it would be stupid if they weren’t. 

You watched as the four men who escaped into the woods fought through the waves of soldiers waiting to ambush them. Much to your disdain, they weren’t much of a fight, eventually falling to the men. You were impressed -- these weren’t just Los Vaqueros. There were two other men, obviously not with the Mexican Special Forces. One of them had a funny haircut that stood him out from the rest and the other had an eerie skull mask concealing his face. It must have been a theme because his gloves also were decorated in a bone motif. Either way, both were proficient in the field, taking down Valeria’s paid Mexican Army left and right, and both had United Kingdom flag emblems stitched to their gear, a dead giveaway. It was clear they weren’t here for the cartel, they were here for Hassan. 

You scope trained on Alejandro again, watching him as he took cover behind a few rocks among the forest. From your perch, you could see everything -- you could see the Mexican Army moving in as you had ordered, and you could see them fail as these lone four men plowed through them. You could take him, you had more than a couple clear shots, but you didn’t. You didn’t. There was still much to know as why these foreigners were intervening at what backup they could have that hasn’t been made clear. So for now, you were on standby. 

You huffed as the men made their ways into a dead end, a cliff. 

“You lead them right to a dead end, pendejo.” 

You were almost surprised watching Alejandro hurdle himself over the cliff, only to land into the river below. Almost. Alejandro always found away. He was a stubborn man who didn’t stop when he had his mind made up. Perhaps at one time you would have found it charming, but now you just saw him as a menace. The other men followed his lead, diving into white water before making their way up stream. You openned your radio channel, a channel that could access any channel at your disposal, this time being the Mexican Army. 

“Están en el agua, mantente alerta.” 

The men didn’t respond, but as you could see, they had their hands full with how these men were making a fool of them all. Idiots. Again, the men took out the army men with ease, until finally reaching resistance where the army had their armored trucks aiming their artillery at the men. Your nerves began to flare, almost worried that Alejandro wouldn’t be able to make it through this one. That he wouldn’t meet his death by your hands. But as soon as the thought crossed your mind, the sound of piercing wind coming from the heavens above. In a blink of an eye, the convoy on the bridge became nothing but flames and shrapnel, destroying the bridge entirely. 

Confused, your eyes shot to the blue sky, squinting through the sunlight until your eyes landed on a single US fighter plane. Americans? No doubt they were here for Hassan too. All you could do was watch as the plane soared farther away as the four men hopped into an abandoned Jeep, speeding away from their close call. With a frown, you watched as they disappeared down the dirt road until they were hidden by the trees. You grabbed your phone, dialing Valeria. 

“Give me some good news,” she sounded grumpy. 

“Los Vaqueros have made friends with our friends up North.” 

“Americans? Puta madre, what the fuck do they want?” 

You began your trek back to your truck, phone tucked against your ear and shoulder as you disassembled your rifle effortlessly. 

“They aren’t the only ones, two others, British. Took out our men and went West.” 

“Was he there?” 

Valeria’s words made you stop in your tracks, listening to the tranquility of the forest around you. You let out a sigh. 

“Affirm.” 

Valeria knew from your tone that the man still lived, bringing a frown to her lips. 

“Pronto, hermanita.” 

You frowned but continued your way down the trail. 

“Yeah.” 

“Bring the general, his mistakes have cost us too much.” 

You threw your duffle and rifle into the cabin of the truck, shucking off your gloves in the process. 

“With pleasure, hermana.” 

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