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onlyhuis · 5 months

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wait

member — joshua x gn reader genre — fluff, comfort (18+) word count — 1.1k synopsis — sometimes you just need to take second to wait. warnings — allusions to past/future sex but no sex happens in this fic, implied that shua is more dom and reader is more sub, this is literally just pure aftercare notes — i never feel like i put enough aftercare into my fics because i'm usually drained by the end of writing and i just want to finish it and hit post so this is kinda to make up for that. also i'm really particular about the way aftercare is written and i feel like i never see the kind i want to read so honestly this is just a super self-indulgent fic, because if you can't find it then write it yourself or whatever toni morrison said, but i hope you can enjoy this too :) i haven't proofread this since 3am so if there's mistakes pls ignore! also this is not based on the song wait by dino as you might have assumed i just thought it was a fitting title because we all need a reminder to just slow down and wait

"wait, wait... wait!"

joshua starts to stand up off the bed, but hesitates when you call out suddenly. "what's wrong, sweetheart?" he asks quietly, eyes carefully watching your face, searching for signs and trying to figure out what you need.

"don't leave yet," you say softly, your fingers wrapping loosely around his wrist. "don't want you to go.”

he rubs his hand over the back of your palm. "just gonna get you a glass of water,” he explains but he sits back on the bed, waiting anyway.

you're exhausted and you know you both need to shower and change the sheets, but the thought of moving right now only sends you into a panic. you're overheated and sticky with sweat, but still you crave the warmth of joshua’s body next to yours, the feeling of his skin against you as close as he can possibly get.

“later?” you say the word like a statement, but your voice rises in a question. “just stay for now. please.”

there's a time and a place for everything, and joshua knows right now is not the time for rational thinking. sure, you've got twice the amount of laundry to do later and your mouth feels drier than a desert, but that can wait. it can always wait, for joshua. it can wait because right now you need to feel the grounding weight of him beside you, telling you he'll always be there, especially when you need him most.

even though it's what he immediately wants to do, no amount of sweat-stained sheets could ever come before you in his mind. even though he knows you're thirsty and probably craving a cold shower and he wants nothing more than to jump up and take care of your every wish, that's not always what's best. yes, what you need is fresh laundry, but what you want is him.

so he settles back in on top of the bed, easily sliding into place beside you without a second thought. because it's always about you. always has been.

"better?" he asks, his finger gently brushing your cheek in slow, repetitive motions.

you exhale and lean into him, letting your eyes fall shut as you hum in reply.

the gentleness of his touch is such a stark contrast from how he'd been handling you not even 15 minutes ago, but you can't help but love both sides of him. gone is the hair pulling, the slapping and biting, replaced with soft brushes of your hair and careful caresses of your skin over each of the marks he'd left in the heat of the moment.

really, it's joshua's favorite part, besides the fact that he gets the honor of fucking you and being the one to bring you pleasure. it's the part afterwards that he looks forward to, when you're at your most vulnerable and both still riding an emotional high, when he gets to build you back up after so meticulously taking you apart. it's the trust in him that you show without ever so much as saying a word, the sense of safety and comfort washing over you that only ever comes from the feeling of being held in his arms.

the air seems to hang silently around you, as if even the universe can sense that this is a moment that shouldn't be interrupted, your own little bubble together that exists outside of space and time.

you just need a second to collect yourself, and seconds turns to minutes turns to half an hour before you can fully feel like yourself again. sometimes it's minutes and sometimes it's longer, but he'll wait as long as it takes.

you slowly open your eyes and inhale, lips warming into a smile as you see joshua is still here, still cradling your head against his chest, and that this all wasn't just a pleasant dream. you can always rely on him that when you open your eyes, he'll be there waiting for you. no matter how long you need to rest, he's always there when you're ready.

your thumb brushes over his arm, and he rests his cheek against the top of your head. “okay now?” he asks. “or do you just wanna leave it and go to bed?”

as tired as you are and as comfortable as his body feels, the intense feelings have subsided a little and you've regained enough of your energy to realize that what you need most right now is a shower and a glass of water.

so joshua slips off the bed, but not without leaving you with another sweet kiss because why wouldn't he? and you let him leave without a word of protest, because you don't feel that crushing feeling in your chest anymore of being left alone when you really need someone to hug, so you just wait patiently for him to return.

he comes back not much later with cool, fresh water in your favorite cup, and he sits beside you as you drink with his hand on your thigh because now it's his turn to be cared for, and the way he feels cared for is knowing you feel good and knowing he's doing a good job at making you feel loved. and you know that he needs this time just as much as you do so you savor the seconds spent here, letting the water wash down your throat until you both feel refreshed.

“thank you,” you tell him as you sit atop the sink, watching as he sticks his hand under the faucet to see if the shower is the right temperature yet. the bed’s already been stripped of its sheets and a fresh stack of towels been laid out, one by one ticking things off joshua's mental checklist. it's a routine, one that isn't always this thorough every single night but always equal in the amount of care and love he puts in each step.

and eventually things will return to normal, and you'll wake up the next morning filled with nothing but adoration for the man still sleeping peacefully next to you, and then you'll go about your days and come home in the evening and still be so much in love with him that you do it all again. maybe it goes differently next time, faster or shorter or less intense and you don't need to wait like you did tonight.

but sometimes you need a little extra time. and joshua is a patient man.

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bakubunny · 6 months

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comfort sex: katsuki

a/n: here’s a little smth i had sitting in my drafts from a long time ago. i don’t see myself finishing it as a full one shot, so enjoy.

You walked into your boyfriend’s apartment and hardly shucked your hero gear off at the door before you went straight to him. “Come here. I need you. Now.”

Katsuki was sitting in the dining room as though he was expecting you, though his expression said he wasn’t expecting you to pull him away from his laptop and in for a firm, needy kiss.

“Yeah? What do you need, babygirl?” he asked.

“Fuck me,” you said, going back in for another kiss.

He smirked a little, but prodded. “Say more.”

You looked him in the eye. “Fuck me like you hate me. Pull my hair. Spit on my face. Slap me. Choke me. Make me cry. I don’t care what you do, just don’t stop until I’m useless and fucked too dumb to speak.”

Katsuki paused. He may not be the greatest at reading emotions, but even he could see something wasn’t right.

“No,” he said firmly.

“What? Why?” You pull back from him some, but he had a tight grasp around your waist.

“What the hell’s gotten into you?” Katsuki said.

“Nothing,” you said. “I need you, that’s it.”

The hard look on Katsuki’s face told you he wasn’t going to budge. He turned away to close his laptop and put away his casework for the evening.

“Come on. I told you what I need. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Frazzled feelings met frustration welling in your chest. Katsuki was always telling you to “speak up” and “ask for what you want.” What the hell was this?

“Stop.”

“Stop what? Stop asking you to fuck me?” you asked. “Do I need to beg, too?”

Katsuki grabbed you hard by the face and forced your frantic gaze to connect with his stare. “Princess, I will gladly fuck the shit out of you after you calm the fuck down and tell me what’s going on. Breathe.”

You took a few deep breaths. A lump began to build in your throat; you swallowed hard and pushed it down. “Okay, so I had a horrible day at work. Really horrible.”

“I know. I saw the news,” he said quietly.

“I don’t want to talk about it. That’s not why I’m here.” Your throat burned and your cheeks grew warm.

“That’s fine, but I’m not going to let you use me to punish yourself,” Katsuki replied, a thread of tenderness in his eyes.

“I-I’m not. I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant at all,” you said, tears spilling down your cheeks. “I just don’t want to think right now and-”

Katsuki kissed you. “Then stop fucking talking. Go,” he said, pointing down the hall towards his bedroom.

Once the door closed behind him he pushed you into the wall. He pulled your face to his with both hands and kissed you deeply - hard and fast and all you could think about was how his tongue felt against yours. Katsuki’s hands ran down your body as you kissed. He lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. His hips began to push into yours and you moaned into his mouth, grinding back onto his rapidly growing cock.

After a few minutes he carried you to his bed and, piece by piece, clothing fell to the floor. Every movement was forceful and needy; he needed to know you were safe in his arms as much as you needed his reassurance that everything was going to be okay. Katsuki didn’t give you the hate fuck you asked for because in the end, that’s not what you needed. Instead, he gave you himself; rough, loving, and tender all made up into the person you needed most.

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readershewrites · 1 year

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the way my skin clings to yours

part of the “another kiss prompt” list. making my way down because I’ve been devouring Ghost fanfiction and though I want to be fucked into next century, what I really need is some tenderness.

prompt: a kiss to make up for an argument.

It’s awkward, is what it is. Awkward, the way your eyes keep bouncing towards his and then skitter away when he meets you. It’s almost as though you don’t know him, as though you haven’t been in love with him since you first met. It’s the kind of tension that, between not-yet lovers, could be misconstrued as flirtation, but this is definitely not that.

Simon hasn’t spoken to you in days.

The two of you circle each other in your shared flat, existing in the same space and occupying the same tense energy but somehow never managing to fold back into each other. Part of you wants to rush up to him and melt the way you used to, but you promised yourself that you would stop that - that you’d build better ways of resolving arguments rather than just cave and re-establish the cycle of miscommunication.

You want him so much. You love him so much. You know this awkwardness is part and parcel of breaking a pattern, but the silence is now suffocating and you can’t help but worry that somewhere along the way you might lose him.

These thoughts crop up, unbidden, and they make the noose around your chest tighten painfully.

You’re thinking about this again tonight. Your gloved hands are washing the dishes after another silent dinner. Simon is somewhere in the flat, making no noise as per usual. In happier moments you find it amusing and are somewhat in awe of the man’s stealth.

Usually you find washing the dishes comforting, the soft sloshing of water and circular motions of your hand soothing away the day’s bumps and ruffles. But tonight, you’re tired. You’re worried. You’re lonely, and you’re sad.

What if this is it? You think, stomach twisting as your eyes heat with fear and grief. What if this is the beginning of the end?

Tears begin to drip down your face as you contemplate the demise of your relationship.

You just love him so much. You want the best for him. You want the best for you. You believe with all your soul that what’s best for you both is to be together. But not like this.

You don’t have any energy left to wipe your face, so you watch as they drip into the soapy water and lean all your weight onto the counter for support.

Warm hands land gently on your shoulders and you start, completely taken by surprise.

Simon turns you around slowly to face him, and as you raise your head to meet his gaze, you see his eyes take in the tracks on your cheeks. He sighs, a tired, worn sigh.

Your eyes dart away and you quickly unglove your hands to slap at your cheeks.

His mask is back on. Has been since you had the argument. He does this - you guess it’s his way of shielding himself from you. You know it’s to protect his thoughts and that it makes him feel safe, but you can’t help but feel hurt. Sometimes the boundary feels like distance, like he doesn’t trust you.

Simon’s hand comes to guide your chin up so you’re facing him straight on.

He sighs again. You tense.

“I’m sorry.” His voice is raspy from days without use.

Tears flood your eyes and you are immediately weeping. His words give you permission to feel the deep hurt you’ve been keeping at bay.

You cough through your tears, a rather ugly sound, but you just can’t help it. Your hands grip the front of his shirt as though he might disappear into thin air.

Simon shushes you and takes a step closer, pushing your back against the edge of the sink and lining his warm, firm torso against yours. You bury your head in his chest and take deep gulps of his scent between thick sniffles.

He gives you time to recover yourself, and then his two big palms come to pull your head back gently. Gorgeous, expressive eyes stare longingly at you, and you swallow up every ounce of emotion he is offering.

Your powdery, silicone-scented fingers graze his chin. Can I? You ask with your eyes.

Simon nods minutely, craning his head for easier access.

You peel his mask up slowly, achingly slowly, as though he were a wounded animal. The two of you look at each other the whole time. His unveiling has never been more precious.

You roll up the black cotton just enough to reveal his lips and brush your thumb over the cracked skin of his bottom lip.

His eyes dart down to your lips, following the movement of your tongue when it appears for a moment to soothe your own bitten lip.

“Can I?” You whisper, fingertips moving in to brush against his cheek. Simon leans into your hand and melts more into your body. A leg slides between yours and you can’t voice how loved it makes you feel to be allowed to be wedged against him.

Simon doesn’t say anything. Instead, he leans down and ever so tenderly pushes his lips against yours. The contact makes your nose prickle yet again with emotion.

The two of you stay like that for a few moments, kissing each other with closed lips as though you were kissing for the first time.

Simon pulls away, and you enjoy the tackiness of your lips as the skin clings to his. It mirrors how you feel. You never want him to pull away again, you just can’t handle it.

He takes a deep breath, the intake so large and long and deep that it pushes you even further back into the counter edge.

Simon shifts his hand, one resting on your neck with a thumb caressing your skin while the other cradles your jaw. He’s held you many times like this with varying levels of intensity, but this is by far the gentlest. It lacks the lust and intensity of moments he has you pinned down, slick and naked, but this time… the air crackles.

His lips part slightly and he pushes back in to kiss you again. He kisses you long and slow and soft and every atom of your body vibrates with the knowledge that he came to find you.

You love him so, and you have so much hope.

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kangaracha · 6 months

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QUEENMAKER | CHAPTER 1

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pairing chan x reader

genre ninth member au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love,

summary To JYPE, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine.

Unfortunately, to the fans and the members themselves, it isn't that simple.

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"Tell me the news," Minseo says before you're even all the way through the door, hauling you over to the couch pushed against the back wall of the room.

Hayoon’s head turns, seated on the other end watching the final four members of their group clean choreography. You don't know her very well compared to Minseo and a couple of the others; she's only been a trainee at JYP for a matter of months, and you'd started working as a group just ten or twelve weeks ago.

Minseo though, you've known for years, ever since she entered the company with no dance skills to speak of but the full voice of an angel. Minseo, you'd been excited beyond belief to debut with. Minseo, you'd been friends with through the worst and the best years here, until they had pulled you apart with no warning.

"This is a lot of manic energy when I could be about to tell you that my contract is terminated," you say, to hide the way your teeth rattle against each other, your heart pounding in your chest. Your nerves are run ragged from the hours spent in that room, executives staring you down - and even now, Hayoon stares from the corner, however unobtrusively.

Minseo bites back a ruder comment, a hand slapping your knee. "That's not the face you'd be wearing if they ended your contract," she tells you confidently. Probably correctly, too.

You can't stop the small smile that tugs at your lips, the rise of emotion down in your chest that squeezes at your lungs. "See?" Minseo cries, pointing at you. "They didn't fire you. They made you an offer."

Slowly, you nod. "They made me an offer," you admit - and for a minute, all the apprehension that has been building in your chest relieves. You're going to debut, one way or another. You're going to live out the dream you've all been chasing for so long now; you're just going to do it-

"Solo debut?" Minseo guesses, and your smile tightens, struggling to slide right off your face.

"Group debut," you correct her; and then, because there's no better way to tell her, blurt out, "They offered me a contract within an established group. To replace a missing member."

Minseo stares at you, her fingers stiff where they cling to the seat cushion you sit upon. "Which group?" she questions - skipping over, for now, how unusual the circumstances are, the hundred other questions there are to ask about how and why and what the hell are you talking about.

You take a breath, because it's only going to get weirder. "Stray Kids?" you say tentatively, as if she might not know the name - but of course she does. Everyone here knows of them, if not knowing them personally.

"That's a male group," Hayoon says from the corner, because Minseo is too busy stuttering her way through several questions to voice any single one clearly.

"JYP are interested in making them a co-ed group, if I'm interested in taking the contract," you reply, near-verbatim from the meeting you've just sat through, and twist in your seat to look at her. You don't know her very well, but you've always liked her - calm under pressure, logical and shrewd in her judgment, yet still able to have fun outside of practice.

"In what world are you not taking the contract?" asks Minseo, who has never once let an opportunity slip through her cut-throat little fingers.

"In this world, maybe," Hayoon shoots back without hesitation, "where she'd be the only girl in a group that's not only all male but also two years her senior."

You don't know how Hayoon managed to sum it all up in one sentence, but she's right; the hesitation that builds up in your chest, the welling fear that you're going to end up somewhere worse than an empty dorm room, your friends debuting without you. It's because of the untenable position the executives have offered you - to join a group of seniors, to always be an other within their unit...

"What happens if you don't take the contract?" Minseo asks.

"I get dropped from the company," you answer, and then shrug. You think it comes off as very nonchalant, despite the pit in your stomach. "I'll be too old for the next planned group, and they aren't willing to offer me a solo contract."

"But they can offer a random contract in a male group?" Minseo presses.

Hayoon is pensive, her brow creased in thought. "Co-ed groups are insanely popular right now," she says, "but adding a girl to an existing boy group is...weird."

"It's creating publicity for the group and the company," you recite, the words still fresh in your mind from another woman's mouth. "They want to do something new and exciting. Something people might talk about."

"Everything always comes down to money or clout," Hayoon sighs.

"I think you should do it," Minseo puts in, leaning back into the sofa. "What else are you going to do, just quit? You've been here like six years for nothing then."

"Four," you correct her, though six isn't wrong; the first two years had just been spent in another company, slowly realizing that they had no intention of debuting you. "And I can try another company still. I'm twenty-two and I look like, eighteen, I'm not dead."

"Another company is risky though," Hayoon points out. "You're trusted and respected in JYP - if I were them, that's why I'd have offered you the contract, not because of talent or anything. Another company isn't going to care at all if you get a chance to debut, even if you audition perfectly and never make a mistake."

"How are you so wise, unnie?" Minseo asks teasingly, and a smile curves the other girl's lips.

"I've been around the block a few times," she responds. "Got friends in high places, giving me advice. How do you think I got here?"

You feel slightly uncomfortable at that; the insinuation she's making. The thought creeps into your head that she stole your spot, but you chase it away just as quickly as it comes - your spot is empty now, not filled by someone else. Your fight is with whatever face of management looked at a photo of you and decided to rip it up, not the girls down here, and there is no point losing friends and allies over it anyway. It's already done. Midnight isn't the path you will be allowed to take.

You turn to look at Hayoon, somewhat surprised at what else she is saying. "You think I should do it too?" you question.

Hayoon is slow to answer, thinking it through one last time. "It's a shit choice," she says, the language slipping from her tongue in a carefully constructed way that says she doesn't care who hears it. "You either become a scapegoat for whatever happens with Stray Kids, or you throw yourself to the wolves of the industry. Solo debut would be much kinder."

"But if you stay," Minseo tacks onto the end, "we get to hang out every day still."

"If you stay," Hayoon interrupts, "you debut in a company you trust and a group known for doing their own thing and protecting each other. If you're going to be added to any group, they're definitely one of the better options."

"Their leader was in the meeting," you say suddenly, your eyes turning to the polished wood of the floor. "He didn't seem very happy about the idea."

"Bang Chan sunbaenim?" Minseo says. "He's really nice though."

"How would you know that?" Hayoon asks.

Minseo throws a hand up, defensive. "I just see him around, I don't know. Everyone knows Stray Kids are nice guys."

"Nice or not, he was pretty vocal about not wanting a new member in his group," you sigh.

Hayoon falls silent, apparently without a rebuttal to this statement. "He'll just have to get over it then," Minseo says, elbowing you gently. "What's he going to do, ice you out? He could lose his whole group doing that."

"You're very rude," Hayoon says, leaning forward to look at Minseo. "I don't know what the best decision is. Stay or go, it's a risk either way. You don't know what kind of group you'll end up in with another company either."

"And they want an answer by tomorrow," you add dejectedly.

Minseo pats your arm, Hayoon a quiet, grounding weight on the other side. "You'll make the right choice," she says. "You're way smarter than me, and way better at singing - if I'm going to be mega-famous, you're going to be there quicker."

Despite yourself, a small smile quirks in the corner of your mouth. "But not better at dancing?"

Minseo laughs, open-mouthed and mocking. "No way," she replies. "You'll never be better at dancing than me. Nice try."

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frickingnerd · 4 months

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the world is (y)ours

pairing: ganondorf x fem!reader

summary: you love ganon, you really do. but you worry he has gone too far this time...

tags: manipulation, mention of death/murder (nothing graphic), toxic relationship, established relationship

“w-what… what did you do…?”

you couldn't take your eyes off the ruins of the city. only days ago, this place was a lively city, with dozens of people living in it. but now, it was burned down to ashes. you couldn't even make out what the burned down buildings used to be. and in the middle of all those ruins and ashes stood the man you loved.

“they were in my way, so i got rid of them”

he had his back turned to you and you could only imagine that his eyes were wandering through the remains of the city as well. yet he seemed to feel no remorse.

“they were in your way!?” you stepped forward. “all of them? all those innocent people were in your way? every single one of them?”

ganon didn't reply. because he couldn't. there was nothing he could say to defend himself.

“this…” suddenly, he raised his voice. “this is what we wanted. with this town gone, there's a gap in power. i'll be there to fill it and then we'll–”

before he could finish speaking, your hand met his face. normally, nobody would've been able to land a single hit on him. but he was careless. ganon thought he could let his guard down around you. but clearly, he couldn't.

“this isn't what we wanted! this is what you want! you want to seize control over hyrule! i only wanted to be with you–!!”

you tried to go in for another slap, but this time ganon was prepared. he grabbed your wrist and held your hand up. he was so much taller than you and yet you struggled against him. while you kicked and screamed at him, telling him to let go of you, he barely even bat an eye. there wasn't a single emotion on his face. he looked as calm as ever, until eventually he shoved you against the nearest wall, hands pinned above your head.

“you lost.” he told you calmly.

“no, you lost your way–!!” you screamed back. “you told me we'd be king and queen of hyrule! but not like this! not by killing people and taking those positions by force! this isn't how it was supposed to be… you changed…”

those last two words were barely a whisper, yet ganon heard them so clearly. the grip around your wrist loosened and one of his hands found its way to gently caress your cheek.

“i'm still the man you trust” he reminded you. “being your king was always my dream, my love. i just want us to rule, side by side. don't you want this? don't you want to be with me? don't you want to see me happy?”

you knew this was a trick. he'd have you tell him that you still love and trust him. in the end, you'd be the one apologizing, while he faces no consequences for his actions. because it was always like this. you loved him and you still saw the man he used to be in him. but that man was gone. and yet, you wouldn't stop chasing who he used to be…

“i… i still want to be with you.”

you lowered your head, too ashamed to even look at him. perhaps if you had looked at him, you would’ve seen that sinister smile spreading over his lips, as he spoke:

“i know you'd say that, my love”

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letsgetrowdy43 · 3 months

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my house is warm (Rowan’s Version)—

I listened to the song "my house is warm" by Sombr and immediately was like "ADAM AND SUNNY BREAK CORE!" so please enjoy, and maybe give the song a listen cause it's really good!

Warnings: a little angsty, nothing too bad, just a hallowing in self pity Adam and a heartbroken sunny, some drinking/partying, lmk if there is anything I missed!

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"I wanna call your phone with nothing in mind, just to hear you breathe on the other line. I try to reach for you but your skin's full of thorns. Oh, this town is cold but my house is warm"

The second Sunny left Adam's apartment that day, he knew it had all been a mistake.

He couldn't decipher if this break was something he needed or if it was a way to run away from the build-up of issues that were growing in his life. Afraid of burdening the ones around him, especially her, he just made it a clean break with a slight promise of a future.

He stared at his phone screen tapping through Instagram stories before landing on hers, a bright smile on her face as she celebrated the Umich football team winning the Natty. She was smiling, she looked so genuine, so perfect, so real, and to him she looked so happy, without him. Her nose scrunched with excitement as she hugged closely to her roommate, the two of them standing just before the TV in their living room, dressed in Michigan colours as they posed in front of the scene of the quarterback holding up the trophy.

He hesitantly hit the like button at the bottom corner of the screen before tapping off of her story to look at her account, eyes landing on the lack of their highlight. The compilation of photos that once was labelled with a little "A" followed by a heart emoji was gone, none of their memories over the past year visible on the account.

It kinda felt like a slap right in the face, but this is what he deserved, this was his punishment for ruining something so good.

He missed it, missed her, she was easily the person in the world he loved the most, and somehow he had managed to fuck up a relationship he cherished so deeply. Missing the ability to just call, to talk to her 'just because'. But remembering that towards the end, he wasn't ever calling her just because he could, he was becoming a chore to her.

He needed to free her.

Kent tapped Adam's shoulder as he caught him stalking the girl's profile, "we should get dinner soon," he said nodding towards the door as Adam just cleared his throat and turned his phone off. "Sounds good!"

★★★

"How did it end like this? I wanna talk to you, talk to you again. How did we get here so quick? I watch you walk right pass me like we never did what we did"

Luca handed the girl a drink as she sat on the sophomore's couch, her eyes wandering the room with a pout on her lips as she looked at the boy whose face dropped at the sight of her sadness. The whole team and a few alpha phi girls were pregaming before they headed out to the bar.

Her eyes had been glued to her phone screen most of the night, staring at a single notification saying that Adam had liked her story. It was moments like this, with all the fun surrounding her, where she hated him for making her fall in love with him. Something about having fun now felt foreign to her, it felt so distant, because she'd been on a constant loop of self-pity and emotions.

Her lips formed a straight line as she looked up at the guy who had become her best friend, "are you okay Sun?" he mumbled as he sat down next to her and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. She flashed him her phone and shrugged, "just miss him," she whispered, trying to keep her voice down around her friends, the topic of Adam and the breakup seemed to be the only thing they wanted to talk about, but she wasn't willing to talk about him in the light of the asshole ex-boyfriend, Adam was her everything.

"I understand," he mumbled, his hand rubbing up and down her arm reassuringly as she leaned against him, "but let's not focus on the sad tonight, let's get drunk and pretend like everything is okay, just for a few hours," he clinked his beer can with her cooler and took a swig. Sunny smiled as she mimicked his actions, "That sounds like a really fucking good idea," she smiled slightly as she looked around the room at her friends, Nick catching her glimpse and motioning for her to come join their game of beer pong, which she happily obliged.

'Just for tonight' she thought as she smiled and made her way across the room to the group surrounding the kitchen table.

★★★

"I can't right my wrongs but I can write another song, I can't take you out but we can get along. If I went away, would you chase the train? Oh, this town is dark but my house is warm"

Allstar week was meant to be a whole week of just relaxing and getting his mind off of hockey and stress, but as soon as Luca, Gavin, and Rutger convinced him to come back to Ann Arbour for the oof week he knew it would be nothing of the sorts.

The first sign of trouble was that the second he arrived at the sophomore house and was met face to face with Charlotte, Sunny's roommate, leaving Gavin's room, he knew that this week was going to be less tranquil then planned.

He smiled awkwardly as her face grew red and murmured a short bye to the boys before taking off.

Their lives were so intertwined at this point that there was no ignoring each other, they were doomed to run into each other at one point, and it was just a matter of time before they were face to face. Faces flustered and chests heaving with the raw emotion of this realization that they were no longer together.

That was sign number one, the second came only a few short hours later when he was sitting in the student section of Yost alongside Rutgers girlfriend. He was a little on edge, he loved this place, loved the atmosphere of the building and the crowd, but he had learned to love within the walls of this building, fought battles in the building, and even made a name for himself, and now he was back and there was this feeling of melancholy looming over this head. Adam had this gut-wrenching feeling that something was going to go wrong.

Then it happened, he saw her, for only a short few seconds. Her gentle eyes meeting his, Sunny was clad in his old Blue Michigan jersey, something he'd given to her for home games and never asked for back after the season ended, and she looked perfect. She looked almost glowing, cheeks nipped pink from the chilly air, her hair cut noticeably shorter with bangs, smile so wide as her roommate handed her the sheet of paper that listed out tonight's line up.

He was almost gutted that she looked so beautiful, and he looked like a shell of himself.

She was stuck in place for a second, her stomach dropped as they just stared at one another. But she was abruptly brought back to reality by her friend who tugged on her sleeve to keep walking.

Her cheeks grew increasingly pink as she sent him a slight wave, but someone got in the way of her little action and it went missed before she was dragged down the stairs to her seat by the glass.

Adam felt nauseous, his eyes meeting Kayleigh's as she watched him turn pale, "you okay?" she asked as her eyes went back to the game. "Yeah yeah, I just need some water," he said unconvincingly before taking off in the direction of the concession stands, his eyes searching the crowds for the blue jersey, but he couldn't pick her out of the sea of maize and blue.

He couldn't find her in the crowd, and that was enough for him to leave the arena and text the boys that he got sick.

★★★

"How did it end like this? I wanna talk to you, talk to you again, how did we get here so quick? I watch you walk right pass, like we never did what we did."

Three months is how long it took for Adam to reach out, and it all happened because of a short message Luca sent him.

"You need to get your shit together Adam," frustration filling his tone as he sighed, "Someone kissed Sunny, and I'm not calling to rat her out or to tell you that she is talking to other people, I'm calling to tell you that she is being tortured cause she can't move on from you cause she won't allow herself to, and you're not doing anything to relieve her from that pain," he paused for a second, "I love you man, but get your shit together, figure it out cause she's not going to wait forever, and you too have something too good to let go of," the line went silent as Adam stared at his desk in shock.

His brows furrowed for a second before letting his emotions get the best of him and dialling her number.

It rang once before she picked it up, confusion filling her senses as she put the phone up to her ear, "Adam? Is everything okay?" "No" "What's wrong?" her voice more alert as she tensed at what seemed to be anger in his tone. "You kissed someone, and didn't tell me!"

She blinked slowly, trying to gather all of the anger coursing through her veins at such an inconsiderate thing but was to worry her like that and then use that vulnerability to get upset with her over something so stupid.

"I'm sorry, you called, after ignoring me for months to get mad at me because someone kissed me, and I didn't tell you?" "I-" "No you dont get to do that Adam, you cut me out of your life, and I get it and I understand why, but you can't be mad at me for something that I for one didn't want and two had no way to tell you cause you iced me out."

She paused waiting for a response but was met with silence, "if you want to talk about it do it like an adult, tell me why you are upset and we can get through it," she sighed as he searched for the words. "I don't have anything to say, that was irrational and immature of me, sorry." She laughed at his formal tone which made him let out a chuckle, "good," is all she said as she stared at the promise ring on her finger that she never took off.

Words danced on the tip of his tongue as both ends went awkwardly silent, he considered the weight of them, how badly he needed to get them off his chest before he just spat them out, "I missed you," he said firmly causing her to smile. "I miss you too Adam," she whispered, as he settled into his bed.

"I've been meaning to call you," he sighed, "I just didn't know how to reach out, I've complicated everything Sunny, and I'm sorry that I was inconsiderate of how this all would affect you." Sunny sniffled on the other end, her hands wiping away the tears as she leaned against the headboard of the bed, "Thank you, but please don't apologize for putting yourself first, I just want you to be okay."

"Are you okay? are you doing better?" she asked, immediately hearing a soft huff on the other end. "I'm doing better, just trying to make it through the season," he shrugged as she hummed in agreement, "are you okay." "Not really, it's been hard," she answered truthfully, her voice cracked causing him to tense, "but I'm happy you called, I've missed hearing your voice." "I've missed yours too."

Adam and she stayed up talking for a few more hours, mumbling and spilling about all the life events they'd missed over the course of the three months they were no-contact.

As she went to hang up Adam stopped her by saying her name one last time, "I just want to say that if I'm holding you back Sun please don't feel like you need to hold onto me because you think that you have to," Luca's words replayed in his head, ones about him torturing her, like physiological warfare, "what I'm trying to say is that if this isn't working for you anymore, I'm okay with that, I just want you to be happy."

Sunny sat silently on the other end for a second, "That's not what I want Adam," she let out a little breathless cry "I love you so fucking much, I would never throw that away unless you want me to, if this is you trying to tell me to move on then I will do that for you," she said, the tears coming back as she squeezed her eyes shut to stop the stinging. "That's not what I want, I want you." "Good, cause I want you too" "Good," he said, a grin growing on his face as she hummed at their shared realization.

★★★

"I still see your face in every single crowd. Oh, I just wanted to make your mama proud"

The rest of the year became a blur for Adam, the only thing he found himself looking forward to was playing the Redwings in Detroit one last time for the 23-24 season, knowing that his brother and best friends would be in attendance.

His eyes searched the crowd for Luca and Rutger, the two boys grinning and waving at Adam on the ice as he flashed them each a smile, his heart stopping momentarily as he looked next to them to see a girl with short brown hair sporting a Fantilli jersey, his heartstrings pulled as Cole bumped into him making him loose sight of her. By the time his eyes find his brother and friends once again, she's no longer there.

The game goes on, it's long and his plays aren't working as in favour as he'd hoped. The bluejackets were down by one and the tensions were high as the time counted down. Second by second, he felt the time slowing down as he got puck possession right in front of the Redwings net and took a slap shot right through the open area, the goal horn going off as his arms raised in the air out of excitement.

His eyes found the crowd again, searching for her, looking to Luca who was on his feet cheering, and then he saw her familiar face in the sea of people, but the second he blinked she was gone again.

his brows furrowed as his mind switched back into game mode as he went down the line of the bench to fist bump everyone loudly cheering now that the score was tied. he sat down, eyes looking back at the crowd, darting from section to section, seeing if he could catch a glimpse of her comforting face once again.

But he couldn't find her.

After the game, which went into overtime, and ended with a Kent game-winning goal assisted by Adam, he met Luca and the boys down in the visitor's tunnel.

A smile on his face as his brother pulled him into his chest, "nicely done Mo," Rut said from behind Luca, their grins contagious as Adam pulled the other boy in for a hug.

"Missed you guys," he said as Rutger ruffled his hair. "You're such a softy," he laughed causing Adam to shrug. "We missed you too," Luca elbowed Rut as he pushed him to the side.

Adam fixed the collar of his dress shirt as he looked at the CBJ merch his brother was sporting, remembering back to the game.

"Was sunny here?" Rutger stopped his loud rambling, his grin replaced with an awkward smile as Luca stared at his brother with confusion. "um no? I don't think so," he said watching as Adam's lips formed a straight line and he nodded curtly. "Oh, I thought I saw her in the crowd," he said trying to play it cool, but instead coming across as extremely unconvincing.

The guys stared at him with wide eyes, trying to decipher if they should ask before Adam shook his head and just smiled, “It's whatever, do you think guys wanna do dinner before I have to get on my flight?”

★★★

"Baby in another life I can, call your phone just to hear you breathe again"

He put the phone up to his ear, his hand rubbing his temples as he fought off the fatigued state he found himself in.

"Adam?" she said groggily, a sleepy haze in her voice and her heart beating at a fast pace from the startling ringing sound of her phone. "Sorry, I don't know why I called, just felt like I needed too," he whispered as she hummed in agreeance. "It's okay, just surprised me for a second," she mumbled, the heels of her hands rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she rolled over and propped herself up on her elbow.

It remained silent for a second before she spoke up, "Are you okay?" "I think I'm going insane" "Well I could've told you that," she joked, her lips pulling into a smile as he let out a huff. "I'm serious, I keep seeing you everywhere I go, like tonight at the game, I saw you with Luca, but it wasn't you," he confessed as she bit back a smile at the sound of desperation and confusion that laced his voice.

"Did you want me there?" He let out a groan at the question, she was playing mind games with him, "that's a dumb question, you know the answer" "I want to hear you say it," she persisted, the grin on her face grew as she listened to his deep breaths. "I want you with me at all times Sunny," he said in a 'duh' tone as she let out a noise of contentment.

It fell silent again, the confession taking up the space between them as they sat with the weight of his words for a second.

“I watched from home, so I was there in spirit,” she confessed, Adams grin growing “You still watch my games?” “Of course, I didn't stop caring about you the second I left that apartment Adam,” he nodded along with her words as he laid back down on his hotel bed.

he was struck by the comment, his heart beating harshly in his chest as it dawned on hims just how this all could've been avoided if he had just been a little less in his head, “I really fucked us up.” “You were just doing what you thought right” “Well I was very wrong, and I hate that I can't just call when I feel like it, or that my friends look at me like a kicked puppy when they talk about you, I was so wrong about everything” “Yeah?”

A comfortable realization sat in each of their chests, as Sunny stared at the promise ring that still sat on her bedside table, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she searched for the right words.

“Off-season is in a few weeks, and so is my summer vacation, we can talk about all of this then, okay?” “Okay,” he said, she could hear the smile on his face through the phone.

She stared at the clock on her bedside table looking at how late it was, eyes heavy as she ran her fingers through her bed head, “I have an early class so I have to let you go,” she mumbled. Adam nodded and let out a little hum, “okay, sorry for calling again,” “No I'm really happy you did, this was good.” “Okay,” he waited for a second before whispering a quick “love you.” “I love you too Adam,” she mumbled before hanging up to leave him with his thoughts.

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With or without you 4 (ending) || Javier P. x reader x Frankie

Summary: Javier tries to win you back with the help of Frankie ( 3500 words) Catch up on the other parts before this one:

With or without you

With or without you 2

With or without you 3

CW: MMF dynamics, blowjob (m/m), public-ish sex, slight angst, minimal editing, no yn, pet names, sub!frankie, dom!javier, repressed and no homo !javier, very bi! frankie, oral sex, shower sex, threesome, DP (two Ds in one V), squirting, fingering, masutrbation, pussy slap, butt slap, creampie polyamorous dynamics, slightly soft!javier, fluff, lots of love.

You ignore Javier all week, giving him one-worded sentences, when necessary, at work. It pains him, the way you won’t even look at him. But he deserved it. If he wanted you, really wanted you, he would make things right.

He finally gets your attention when he hands you an envelope that wasn’t work related. Clearly.

You look at him, confused, while he gets out of your office in silence. You open the envelope, where you find a single paper with two addresses and a date.

A fancy restaurant.

An even fancier hotel.

Javier needed Frankie’s help. Desperately. He knew he had fucked up, bad. You were ignoring him since that night, and sadly, that’s how he realized how much he needed you.

Frankie made you happy and he wanted to learn how to.

He was waiting at a table for two, a whiskey glass between his fingers and a cigarette dangling from his lips, watching the empty beer in front of him. He didn’t think Frankie would come.

But there he was, going up to the table with a pit of nervosity in his stomach.

“Huh… hi. You wanted to see me?”

Javier motions at the chair in front of him and he sits down, making himself look smaller in front of the other man, even though he was the biggest of the two.

“Beer’s for you.” Javier says simply.

Frankie nods and sips on it, surprised that it wasn’t poisoned.

“Morales, do you love her?” He finally asks as he leaves his cigarette in his ashtray.

The other man lifts his cap and runs a hand through his curls, before folding his arms.

“Yeah. I do.” He responds frankly, cheeks slightly pink.

Since that date, you spent more and more time with him. And he couldn’t live without you anymore now that he had you. Frankie expected anger from Javier, but instead, the latter laid his hand across his face and sighed.

“Do… you?” Frankie finally asks.

“Yeah. But I guess I’m too late.”

“No… not necessarily. She told me… she wants us both. And I don’t think she’ll choose Javi. It’s not… fair to ask her to choose.”

“So, what do I do?” Javier asks after a long sip of whiskey.

“You have to win her back.”

“And you’ll help? Why?” Javi frowns.

“Because she loves you and I love her.”

Javier stays silent. He can’t really process the emotions swirling in his stomach, can’t really identify them. So, he relies on anger. Because it’s the least complex emotion between all of them.

“What does she even like about you, Morales? If she liked me all this time, I don’t fucking get it.”

“Have you forgotten, Javi? How good I can be?” A sly smile plays on Frankie’s lips. He would usually be so shy around Javier, but now… he knew he had the upper hand. He had it since… that last time.

Fuck. The asshole had become bold.

Javier gets up abruptly, shaking the table in the process. “Fucking excuse me?! ¿Crees que eres mejor que yo? ”(you think you’re better than me?)

“No, I don’t. Solo estoy diciendo que he sido bueno contigo.” (I’m just saying I’ve been good to you.)

Javier steps beside him and grabs him by the collar of his shirt. Francisco lets him, chewing on his bottom lip, repressing another smile.

“Do you need a reminder, Peña?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Javier curses. “Come with me.”

It was dark and late on a weeknight, and the streets were nearly empty. Javier pulls him in the nearest alleyway, and Frankie really thinks he was going to hit him when he holds him by the collar and presses him against the building bricks. He closes his eyes, waiting for the impact of his fist, but instead he feels the distant memory of Javier’s lips crashing against his. For a few seconds, Frankie forgets to breathe, but when he finally does, it’s a faint whimper that dies in Javier’s mouth. The latter swallows it, and keeps kissing him, angrily.

Eventually, his hands relax, let go of him. Frankie’s hands are on his cheeks when he pulls away, a mixture of anger and lust darkening his gaze.

“I’ll be so good to you and her, Javi. And you’ll be so good to her.” Morales reverses their positions, Javier’s back hitting the wall as he closes his eyes. “I’ll help you.”

“Damn you, Morales.”

Javier’s hands are on his shoulders, and he pushes him down to his knees. Frankie complies. The DEA agent doesn’t know why he’s doing this again…. Without the woman he loves. But anger and need are blurring in his mind, especially when Frankie’s working on opening his belt. The zipper finally opens, and Javier’s cock is free, Frankie’s hand around it. He gives it a few pumps, but he’s already hard.

Javier has been hard since the other man started saying some depraved stuff.

“Don’t make me fucking wait, Morales.” Javi growls. His hand grabs his head. “Open your mouth.” Frankie obeys, and Javier pushes on the man’s head, making him swallow his length. He closes his lips around it and Javier sighs, between pleasure and shame. Frankie hollows his cheeks and lets Javier take over, the latter thrusting between his lips. It’s fast, and messy, and Frankie is trying so hard not to gag.

Maybe it’s the fact that he hasn’t fucked anyone since you two last did, but Javier comes hard and fast, spilling in Frankie’s obedient mouth. He swallows and keeps sucking until Javier pushes him away.

The DEA agent puts his pants back on correctly and clears his throat.

“So… let’s work on winning her back?” Javier asks.

The ex-pilot gets up and nods.

You chase after Javier, who barely made it out of your office.

“Are you trying to buy me back, Javi?” You ask as you hold up the paper in front of him. He turns around and walks towards your office, with you backing up until he closes the door.

“I’m not, hermosa. I’m just trying to make things right. I’ll pick you up at 5.”

“If this is some sort of competition…”

“Frankie knows… " He justifies. "Oh and… no need to choose clothes to wear.”

“Okay…”

You don’t know what to do with yourself. You want to kiss him, but you don’t. You can’t give up so easily. You simply let your gaze follow his silhouette as he leaves your office again.

There’s a heavy lump in your throat as you finish getting ready, and your stomach is upset. You’ve been close to Javi for years. But he never treated you… romantically. You were scared of falling harder for him. You were scared of being rejected.

You wait in your living room, only wearing a thin, cream colored dressing gown. You didn’t smoke, but you suddenly wanted a cigarette.

Finally, the door opens, and Javier lets himself inside. You look up at him with a smile.

He’s handsome, wearing a suit you saw him wearing at work. Black, simple, with a red-brown tie. You get up to greet him properly, and you let yourself touch him, adjusting the front panels of his jacket. His curls are soft, styled in pretty waves on top of his head. His mustache freshly groomed, cut neatly so it didn’t scratch his lip.

“Hi.” You finally say. “You’re handsome.”

His gaze lingers on the thin fabric barely covering your body. His hands lay on your waist.

“Hi… Can I kiss you?”

Javier didn’t ask, he took. So, you were surprised by his request. As a response, you cup his cheeks and kiss him gently. He tastes like mint, and a lingering taste of cigarette. His hands squeeze your skin gently, before he backs off and hands you a bag that was at his feet.

“Get dressed and we’ll go. Did you pack an overnight bag?”

“Yeah.” You take the bag from him with another kiss.

You were feeling bold. You untie the dressing gown and let it fall from the floor, exposing your naked form. His dark gaze follows your every move. In the bag, you find lacey black underwear: a bra that would push and accentuate your breasts, and a G-string. You put everything on, under Javier’s hungry eyes. But still, he keeps his composure.

“We have a reservation at the restaurant, hermosa. No time for teasing.” He finally says.

“Hmmm. Later, then.” You smirk and take out the dress he chose for you: it’s black, skintight and the fabric is bunched in some places in a stylized way. You unzip it and slip it on your body, turning around for Javier to zip you up. He does, after letting his fingers linger on your skin.

You turn around and he takes all of you in; the way your dress is tight in all the right places, the way the heart-shape of the bust makes your breasts pop.

“You’re breathtaking, hermosa.”

He had never used that word for you. You feel warmth creeping up your face at the compliment. Had he taken lessons in romanticism from Frankie? Either way, it worked devastatingly well.

“Thank you, Javi. You chose well.”

You take your bag, and you leave together.

At dinner, you tiptoe around the subject of your anger. But finally, Javier brings it up over dessert.

“Morales is a good guy. I’m sorry I didn’t trust him with your happiness.” He says, trying to ignore the warmth in his stomach at the thought of what happened the other night. The way his lips wrapped around -

You nod silently. You can’t say it was okay because it wasn’t.

“He said you loved me. And that it’s unfair to make you choose.” Javi adds.

“So… what do we do?” You ask quietly.

“If you’ll have me… I think we can make this work. The three of us.”

You acquiesce. “I think we can do that, yeah.” A small smile tugs at your lips.

His hand grabs yours over the table and brings it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “I’m sorry I denied you love for so long, hermosa.”

“You have a lot to make up for, Mr. Peña.” You tease.

“I do. I tried to repress the part of me that wanted more of you for so fucking long. I’m an idiot.”

You feel lighter when you both walk to your hotel. Javier had rented a ridiculously luxurious suite. The bed was giant and covered with a soft white duvet. A bottle of red wine was also waiting for you.

“I thought we were making the same salary.” You joke as you test the bed by sitting on it.

“Oh, we are, I’m just better at managing my money.” He teases. You watch as Javi takes off his jacket and loosens his tie, your mouth watering at the simple sight of him undressing.

“Don’t make me ask you to kneel in front of me again, Peña.”

“You don’t have to.”

And then, he kneels in front of you again, but this time, not to plead for your forgiveness. He lifts your right leg gently and leaves a kiss on your ankle as he takes off both of your heels. You lean down and grabs his tie with a smirk.

“If you want to do anything Javi, I’ll need you to take off that fucking dress, because it’s killing me.”

Javier’s laugh dies in your mouth as you kiss him deeply, using his tie to bring him closer. He traps you under his body, and he pulls you up a little so he can unzip your dress. You let out and exaggerated sigh of relief when you can finally breathe.

“I was going to take a shower… Wanna come with me?” You ask against his lips.

“Hmmm, you tease. Yeah, let’s go, hermosa.”

You bite your lip playfully as you follow him to the ridiculously big hotel room bathroom. You let your dress fall to the floor as Javier undoes his tie and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He admires your figure dressed in the set he had chosen for you.

“Fucking gorgeous. Turn around for me.”

You obey him, bending down and using the sink to hold yourself, your ass in full view. He lets out a low curse and you watch in the mirror as he approaches like a hunter chasing his prey. Javier grabs a handful of the soft flesh of your ass, his grip almost bruising.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“I know.” You say as you shake your ass for him.

You stop when he slaps your ass harshly, leaving a red outline of his hand. You let out a moan. But suddenly, he’s far from you again, and you hear clothes falling to the ground and the shower running.

“Are you coming or not?”

You straighten up and take off your lingerie, stepping gracefully in the shower. It would have space for at least three people, but you stayed close to Javi, fingers clinging to his golden skin. Warm water flows down your body.

“I missed you. I’m sorry for ignoring you.” You apologize.

“I deserved it.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

“I love you.” It’s a shared secret dying on your lips. You never thought you’d hear these words coming from his mouth, you thought he prohibited himself from love.

“I love you too, Javi. So much.”

His mouth is on your neck, on your breasts, until his knees hit the tile of the luxurious shower. Javier would always get on his knees if it meant keeping you close. He parts your legs with his hands and brings one of them over his shoulder. His mouth is on your pussy, the delicious scratch of his mustache on your skin. You’re tugging on his hair, keeping him there as your back arches against the shower wall. He’s devouring you without restraint now that he has you. Your moans echo in the bathroom and you’re coming undone incredibly fast. After years of dancing around with your partner, he knows where to push, where to lick and where to tease.

Your ecstasy is interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and you push Javier away, but he shushes you, grabbing on your thighs firmly to keep them open.

“Hi, baby.”

You’re relieved to hear Frankie’s voice and see his figure outside of the shower glass. Javier attacks your clit with his tongue while you look at Frankie, your mouth falling open.

“Don’t mind me, keep going.” Frankie smirks, his cheeks red and warm. After spending more time with the two of you, he realized he enjoyed watching. Seeing the way you fall apart slowly, then all at once when Javier keeps pushing and pushing.

So, you obey him, your body relaxing against the tiles as you close your eyes and let yourself get taken away by pleasure. Javier fucks you with his tongue, before licking a long stripe along your seam and sucking on your clit until your orgasm is at arms’ reach again. You vaguely hear a belt opening, the heavy buckle hitting the fabric of pants.

When Javier lets you go, you turn your head to look at Frankie, the way his hand is caressing his thick cock. You feel yourself almost drooling. You don’t miss the way Javi’s dark eyes follow the slow movement of Frankie’s hand.

“What do you say if we fuck her together, Morales?”

Frankie’s eyes open slightly, half-lidded as he looks down at the both of you with a lazy smile. “Yeah. I’d like that.” He bites his lip, the blush on his cheeks getting darker and darker.

Your toes curl at the suggestion. You barely have time to get out and dry yourself until you’re thrown on the bed.

Frankie undresses completely and settles beside you, while Javier kneels on the mattress in front of you.

“Do you think you can take two dicks at once, hermosa?”

His hands part your thighs as his dark eyes admire your glistening pussy. You feel your face heating up, feeling like every inch of your body is being inspected. Javier smirks and slaps your pussy slightly, emitting a wet, obscene sound. You let out a small yelp.

“I think she can take it.”

“Hmm. Let’s get her ready for a bit. I think she deserves it.” Frankie smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek. You let him take you in his arms, settling you against his chest. You feel his heavy cock resting against your back. He keeps you open for Javier. The agent presents his fingers to Frankie’s mouth, who takes them in greedily, wetting and sucking on them. You shouldn’t be so aroused by the physical contact they give each other, but you are.

“Good boy.” Javier praises as he slips his fingers out of his wet, warm mouth.

Aided by your pooling wetness and your lover’s saliva, Javier pushes two of his fingers inside, stretching you slowly. He moves them softly at first, until you’re asking for more. Frankie is looking down at your heat from behind you, as she caresses your nipples until they come to a peak.

Another one of his big fingers stretch you, and he moves them in and out at a punishing pace, hitting that spongey part of you every time. Frankie holds you still as you’re squirming in his grasp, crying out of undeniable pleasure. One of Francisco’s hands meet your cunt, his fingers tracing tight circles on your clit until you’re coming, your whole body shaking with pleasure. You lose your sight for a few seconds, everything going white as you gush around Javier’s fingers.

“Good job, baby.” Frankie whispers at your hear, before nipping at your lobe affectionately.

His soft hands grab your hips as he situates you better against his body, his cock springing free and resting against your seam.

“I’m gonna go in first.”

Javier nods and watches simply in fascination as you stretch around Frankie’s cock. Your lover’s name come out as a pleasured sigh, and you feel already full. He thrusts tentatively and asks if you’re okay. You nod and ask for more again.

Javier chuckles as he holds your legs open and situates his body between your and Frankie’s thighs. He takes his hard length in hand, pumps it a few times, before letting the pinkish head spread your pussy even more.

There’s a slight burning sensation, but Javier goes slow, until he’s completely sheathed inside of you, his dick resting against Frankie’s. You feel like you reached heaven, while having the two men you loved inside of you. Nothing would be equally as good as this moment.

“You okay?” Javier slurs his words, drunk on your tightness choking him.

“Yes. Move, please.”

He does a tentative motion, thrusting slowly, which provokes a domino reaction; the friction affecting both you and Frankie equally. You moan in unition, which encourages Javier to do it again and again, the movement comparable to waves hitting the cockpit of a boat. You feel like you all won’t last long, the sensation too overwhelming. You feel so full. So loved.

Javier leans over your body, capturing you lips with his as he keeps thrusting softly.

“I’m not going to last long.” Frankie whispers shamefully.

“It’s okay.” You respond, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Javier’s kisses trail from your lips to your jaw, to your neck. “Let’s make sure our girl comes at least one more time, then.”

Our girl.

Your heart flutters like the wings of a butterfly in your chest.

Javier resumes his thrusts as Frankie’s hand settles between your thighs, two of his digits drawing fast, clumsy circles on your clit. It’s all too much; the two men hitting both of your pleasurable spots at once. You’re crying out, not ashamed that the whole hotel is probably hearing you fuck right now since you’re being so loud. You feel on the verge of an explosion, your walls soaking both of their dicks at once. You hear the men curse as you’re dizzy with pleasure, you vaguely feel them spasm inside you and filling you up with their seed.

They take turns pulling out very slowly, and Frankie holds you from behind as you rest on your side, not caring about the white liquid staining your thighs. You vaguely hear Javier kissing Frankie, then you feel his lips on your cheek, before you hear him go to the bathroom.

You jump a bit at the cold sensation of a wet cloth on your pussy, but you’re eventually grateful as it relieves the burning sensation of your swollen pussy. Javier settles on your other side, an arm laying over you and over Frankie. You open your eyes and look at him with mischief in your eyes.

“You’re awfully cuddly with Frankie, now.”

Javier rolls his eyes and pulls both of you close. “Are you okay, hermosa?” He asks to talk about something else.

“Hmmm.” You hum and you turn your head slightly to kiss Frankie’s forehead, the man already drifting to sleep. “I think the three of us can make this work. I love you both.” You whisper with a tired, but content smile.

“Love you.” Frankie mumbles as he holds you tighter, his arms around your middle.

Javier smiles and kisses your forehead.

“We definitely can.” He concludes.

THE END

#javier pena #javier pena smut #javier pena x yn #frankie morales #frankie morales smut #narcos #triple frontier #javier pena x reader x frankie morales #javier x reader x frankie #frankie x you #frankie morales x you #Frankie Morales fan fiction #Frankie Morales fics #Frankie Morales x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena x reader #javier pena x y/n #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut

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blacknovelist · 7 months

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(one piece wano arc spoilers)

So like @guardianlioness and I were talking about one piece and thematic stuff and generally losing our minds and we were talking especially about like

How Zoro and Sanji and Luffy are a Trio but also how Zoro and Sanji are explicitly also painted to be a duo to Luffy, right, like. They're the "Wings of the Pirate King". Together, they protect and look after the crew, but also their captain. They are, effectively, equals in what they do, "official" roles IN the crew itself aside. Zoro, with his high physical power as their physical defense and Sanji, with his high empathy and compassion as an emotional bulwark

And

Okay. Here's the thing. Here's the proverbial problem. Cause right now, as it stands, Oda's introduced an unbalance to the duo. We were specifically talking about how frustrating it kind of is that the imbalance exists.

Because Oda gave Zoro conqueror's haki. He and Luffy share this— but it leaves Sanji as an odd one out. Thematically, it makes no sense to end with this like... off kilter seesaw. Why would you build these two up to BE on even standing only to take that away from them? Don't get me wrong, Zoro having conqueror's haki is a delicious character choice that I think adds fascinating complexity to Zoro and his position in the crew. He's a powerhouse, he's exerting his will over reality, and he follows his Captain the future Pirate King without question. Haki. Love it. Brilliant. But it makes no sense in the overarching thematic line between him and Sanji in regards to Luffy.

Giving Sanji conqueror's naturally wouldn't fix the issue, because frankly that defeats the entire purpose OF the char building that's been established in whole cake island. Sanji rejected the line of noble, of royalty, of power. It makes no SENSE for sanji to have it, he's not someone looking TO conquer or overcome the way Zoro is, it doesn't FIT him. And saying the stuff with his raid suit and the Germa augmentation rearing its head is the balance point is nonsensical for the same reason. Sanji already rejected all of that power and what it means and reclaimed it in a new way. Explicitly, directly, he denounced these things, directly ASSOCIATES them with a loss of humanity and his very self, wants nothing more to DO with it. Not only does it not make sense, but going back on it would be a slap in the face to all the development Sanji's gone through up until now, even laying aside the fact that it doesn't parallel Luffy at all so the unbalance isn't really addressed in that case.

But you know. Conqueror's Haki isn't the only thing Luffy has to proverbially offer. Conqueror's Haki is the overt, the direct, the loud and forceful. There's a lot we don't understand, between the stuff we do. It bears down and exerts over reality, makes demands of it. It tells you to listen.

What do we know about The Voice Of All Things? Not a lot. We know it seems to enable one to hear not the words, but the intention, the truth of other living things and even in objects, especially those with will like the Poneglyphs. We know Roger had it, Zunesha has it, the Kozuki line seemed generally to have it. The Three Eyed tribe may be capable of awakening it in themselves. We don't know if it's purely something you're born with or not. We don't know what it means, if anything, except for this: to hear the voice is to listen to the world around you and understand its heart.

When Luffy enters Gear 5, the only one who can tell at first is Zunesha. Zunesha can hear his heartbeat, and conveys this through the Voice to Momonosuke.

The anime conveys it more clearly, but it's in the manga text, too. Immediately after Zunesha realizes this... Onigashima is shaking. No one quite knows yet what's going on, other than Kaido is here and the world around them is trembling. Those on the battlefield, they've got front row seats to witnessing the transformation, what comes next.

Zoro and Sanji have finished their fights. They're conked the fuck out post battle, like usual... or they should be. But here's the thing. Right after Zunesha calls for Joyboy, from a room distant to the fighting, offset from the war waging outside...

Sanji's part in the major battles is over by this point. If they wanted to emphasize a "the crew knows their captain" moment, why not showcase the other strawhats too? The ones not on ground zero? But it doesn't show anyone else. It focuses. on. him.

Sanji, who's a deeply compassionate and kind man. Sanji, who stopped and paid attention even to the biological relatives he couldn't stand when he could've walked free without a care. Sanji, with his skills in Observation, in already listening to and feeling out others' intentions...

Zoro having conqueror's haki doesn't make sense on its own. It unbalances the duality of the Wings of the Pirate King. But give Sanji the power to hear the Voice Of All Things or something damn well close... that's a pretty good parallel to each other and their roles to Luffy, don't you think?

#One Piece #Blackleg Sanji #Sanji One Piece #One Piece Theory #Sanji #OP Spoilers #Wano Spoilers #yall I'm about to lose my FUCKING MARBLES okay #i actually realized the voice works thematically BEFORE i found out the manga and anime back it up w those three panels #but for the purposes of a post it naturally makes more sense to lay it out like this #ANYWAY I'M PROBABLY WRONG BUT ALSO. THEMATICALLY THE TEXT IS THERE. IT MAKES SENSE. IT F I T S #and tbh if the imbalance doesn't get addressed I'm gonna be a little miffed WHEEZE #god. weve had this theory for 2 minutes and i feel like I'm gonna have a heart attack I'm vibrating about it okay #confession I'm not manga current so if there's more proof or else stuff against the theory. hell if i know lmao #Blacknovelist talks #.... forgor that. opps

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good-omens-classic · 9 months

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I just watched all 6 episodes of season 2 in a row and I am having a very hard verbalizing the way I'm feeling.

I am speechless, and not in a good way.

For five and a half episodes, I was on board. I didn't expect to like this, but despite myself I found myself laughing and getting emotional and getting invested in the story, in a way I haven't been since first reading Good Omens and falling in love with it all those years ago. Nearly a decade ago at this point. I had problems with season 1 and the way the fandom changed, but that felt mostly natural and just like differences of opinion and interpretation.

The ending of season 2 feels actively malicious. Especially coming from someone who couldn't stop touting over and over on Twitter about what a nice queer love story this is.

Everything wasn't perfect--but it was...nice. It was something. It was engaging and I was starting to feel excited again, not like I'm going to start writing fanfiction again excited but at the very least I'm thinking, I can enjoy watching people enjoy this from the sidelines.

And then the second half of the last episode came. And Aziraphale wants to go back to Heaven to lead the angels. Not only is that a completely nonsensical thing for Metatron to invite him to do, but Aziraphale's entire character is that he's happy on Earth. He's happy on Earth with Crowley. OF COURSE CROWLEY REFUSED TO GO BACK TO HEAVEN. The entire fucking point is they belong ON EARTH, together, with the humans. Our own side, their own side, the humans' being neither good nor evil but full of potential and power and them learning they can be that way too.

That's the point. That's always been the point. NEIL GAIMAN KNOWS THAT'S THE POINT. Aziraphale was clearly very unhappy with this decision, and hesitant. The show made it VERY clear he was unhappy and unsure after Crowley gave him a reminder of what they were supposed to be about...and he just went anyway.

And he did this right as Crowley declares his love and FUCKING KISSES HIM. In this, supposedly the cutest best queer love story. Nobody can even say "Well they just don't have that kind of relationship, they don't need to say I love you or kiss or hold hands" anymore because THEY LITERALLY DID KISS. And then IMMEDIATELY said goodbye to each other.

Tragedy is not just about making the audience unhappy. Tragedy is making the audience ache because of something sad and unavoidable, of knowing the characters could be happy in a better world. Good omens has always been about building that world, to me. I thought maybe they were going to go in that direction, with Aziraphale and Crowley building a non-apocalypse, at peace world on Earth together, with Aziraphale's newfound authority to teach all the angels and demons the benefits of humanity. That is, in my mind, the culmination of the themes of the original story, and the one I thought season 1 mostly got right except for some stumbling blocks. But this... This feels like a slap in the face.

The tragedy here is not that Aziraphale and Crowley can't be together, but that the writers....that Neil Gaiman threw away everything in the original story, everything from season 1, Hell, everything from earlier in season 2, about Aziraphale's character development and the most important themes of the story. And for what? Who finds this ending narratively satisfying, let alone is happy with it?

I was enjoying this. Maybe it was just because so much time has passed since season 1 that I've been able to more effectively separate the versions and think of them as different stories, and just enjoy them for what they are separately, or maybe it's because there was no other version of this story for me to silently constantly compare it to, but I was enjoying this...a lot more than I enjoyed season 1. I thought it was cute, I thought Gabriel and Beelzebub deciding to basically do WHAT CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE SHOULD HAVE DONE and make a "third side" was a great extension of the themes of the story, and all the Aziraphale and Crowley flashbacks set it up so perfectly for Aziraphale to realize at the end: The problem IS systemic, and Heaven isn't the "good guys." and Aziraphale clearly realizes this! And yet he doesn't act on it. If the last half an hour had just been Aziraphale going "I don't want to lead Heaven actually, I belong here on Earth if you want to come to me on how to run things the Earth way," and then he skips off holding Crowley's hand. To me that would be not only the happiest AND most narratively neat, wrapped up conclusion for season 2, but also THE ENTIRE FUCKING POINT OF THE ENTIRE FRANCHISE. and ALL the character development s2 had been setting up in the first five fucking episodes.

It just all got thrown in the garbage.

I'm tired. This could have been such a good, good story, and I was prepared to be disappointed, but nothing could have prepared me for this. When the clip of Aziraphale and Crowley kissing got leaked, I was bracing myself for it to be some sort of like....joke, or dream sequence that didn't actually happen. I was not prepared for THIS.

Someone please convince me it wasn't this bad. Someone please spin it in a way I hadn't thought of before that makes it make sense. Someone please disagree with me and explain why.

#spoilers

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hataini · 2 years

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after hours — ran haitani

.+ synopsis : ran's had a bad day, fortunately for him, you're here to make it all better.

.+ wc : 744

"fuck" you heard a yell followed by a loud thump on the other side of the wall, your husband's study room.

closing the book you were reading, you carefully made your way through the hallway of your small home. before you got married, your husband wanted to give you 'the best' as he'd like to put it. he wanted to give you 35 acres of land to build your new home in, you had declined and told him that you'd rather build a family in a cramped home than a house where you can't see each other every day because of how big it is.

you hug the doorframe, absentmindedly biting your lower lip in an attempt to be quiet, "you alright?" you asked him softly, eyes narrowing when he runs his hands through his hair in frustration.

you made your way over to him at his desk, sitting yourself on his lap, and he welcomes you with a hand snaking its way to your waist. "want me to help you relax?"

he smirked at that, "sure."

"not like that, silly." you lightly slapped his shoulder and giggled. all the fatigue and frustration he'd been carrying throughout the day almost disappears at the sight of your face and voice.

almost, because as his body is relaxing at the warmth your presence is emitting, there's still a lingering thought in his mind about the predicament bonten is currently facing, and not to mention that mikey had left that mission to him, and his brother.

sensing that his thoughts are now spiraling in his brain, you let out a low hum. ran's eyes had always been expressive, at least for you. you had no trouble deciphering in the older haitani's eyes, you don't know if it's because of how long you've been with each other, or because ran had no trouble showing his vulnerability when it came to you.

and right now, ran looks very troubled. so it's really been bothering him huh, you thought. ran had always preferred to keep to himself whenever a problem arises, he preferred to have his personal space to think, rest, and pick himself up, and sometimes this bothers you. because you worry that he'd been bottling up his emotions.

after what seemed to be 5 minutes of you resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, you break the silence. "do you want to be alone?"

"i..." he trailed off, "yes, i want to think for a minute then i'll join you to bed."

and ran might not seem like it, but he's also worried that his habit of shutting himself out would upset you. after all, communication is an important part of a relationship, he's scared that he had been shutting himself out again that he ends up neglecting you.

"okay."

ran blinks, snapping out of his overthinking.

"okay." you repeat, softly this time while your hands are caressing his cheeks "i'd draw you a bath so you can freshen up before going to bed"

he had opened his mouth, perhaps to apologize for turning you away, but you pecked him softly on the lips before he could get a word out. "it's okay" you smile gingerly at him, followed by "i understand."

"and i'm sure that whatever's been bothering you would pass, you've always figured it out."

ran nods and you get off his lap so you can exit his study room. with the sound of the door shutting, heavy silence filling the room, oddly enough ran feels a little better

the sound of his phone vibrating through the oak desk made him shift his focus. initially, he had planned to silent his phone and toss it somewhere, thinking that it was about work but the contact name of the person grabs his attention.

from: doll ♡

forgot to say this while i was in there

from: doll ♡

but, i love you

and with that, it brings an uncontrollable smile to his lips. his sour mood now gone, replaced with warmth and a happy heart.

ran's had a bad day, fortunately for him, you're here to make it all better.

to: doll ♡

i love you most.

#wrote this at 3am so excuse me if this is shit LMAO #ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #ran x you #ran x y/n #ran haitani x you #ran haitani x y/n #ran haitani scenarios #ran haitani headcanons #ran haitani #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers scenarios #saint. 🎸

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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Hi cutie! Hope you're doing amazing.

I want to request (if you are accepting requests) something with Sergio where he's too overwhelmed with training and stressed with some business and when reader and him are at it he calls her the wrong name and she doesn't let her explain and it's angsty but at the end she talks with him because she saw how he's not doing well at a match and they fix it and maybe a fluffy ending ❤️ please ❤️

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭 | 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: I am,! I hope you are as well (: and Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥

As you sit in your apartment, waiting for Sergio to come home from training, you can feel the tension building inside you. You've been arguing a lot lately, and it's starting to take a toll on your relationship. Sergio has been so stressed with his soccer training and his business ventures that he's been snapping at you more than usual.

When he finally comes home, you can tell he's in a bad mood. He's quiet as he takes off his shoes and walks into the living room.

"What's wrong?" you ask, your voice gentle.

"Nothing," he says shortly.

You can feel your frustration building. You know something is bothering him, and you want to help, but he won't talk to you. This is how it has been going for some weeks now.

"Please, Sergio," you say, trying to keep your voice calm. "I can tell something's wrong. Talk to me."

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "It's just everything," he says finally. "I'm so overwhelmed with training and trying to manage my business. I feel like I can't keep up with everything."

"I know it's a lot," you say, reaching out to take his hand. "But you don't have to do it all alone. Is there anything I can do for you?..... I'm here for you. We're a team, remember?"

He looks at you, and for a moment, you think he might open up. But then his expression darkens.

"You don't understand," he says, his voice rising. "You don't know what it's like to have all this pressure on you all the time."

Your heart sinks as he lashes out at you. You know he's stressed, but you don't deserve to be treated this way.

"I understand more than you think," you say, your voice shaking with anger. "I may not be a futebol player, but I have my own stresses and pressures to deal with."

He looks at you, his eyes flashing. "Oh, really? What pressures do you have, Jocelyn?"

Hearing him mention the name of a different girl—specifically, his ex—makes your eyes expand and heart drop. With the media continuously comparing you to her, hearing him call you her name felt like a slap in the face.

"Wait Y/N I-I didnt mean to call you Jocelyn, it just accidentally slipped out!" he says quickly, his eyes widening. "It's just-," You leave the living room not wanting to hear his explanation. The damage has already been done. You can't believe he would call you another girl's name, and you can feel the hurt and anger boiling up inside you.

He watches you leave, his face filled with regret. "¡Por favor, no te vayas T/N! ¡Déjame explicarte!"(Please, don't go Y/N! Let me explain!)

Even if you wanted to, you can't listen to him right now. You need to get out of the apartment, to clear your head and figure out what to do next.

As you walk through the streets of Madrid, your mind is filled with conflicting emotions. Sergio has your love, but you can't let him treat you like this. Because of his attitude toward you for weeks, you already knew you were going to leave the house to get away from him at some point. His calling you the name of another female was the cherry on top. You need to stand up for yourself, to show him that you won't tolerate being treated with disrespect. A tiny sigh escapes your lips as you pull your phone from your pocket, deciding that it would be best to spend the next few nights at your best friend's house.

As your best friend answered the phone, you informed her of the situation. You didn't go into great depth, but you did say that you and Sergio had an argument and you needed a day or two to get your thoughts straight. Of course, she said you could come over and she would come get you immediately. Without even wanting to go back to your house to gather some things, you sent her the precise location of where you are right now.You decide to text Sergio even though you didn't want to, telling him that you'll be back in a few days. You then immediately mute the chat so you won't have to hear any notifications from him. Roughly 15 minutes later , your best friend arrives and drives you to her place.

As promised, you stayed at her home for three days while ignoring Sergio's calls and messages. Yet, as the days pass, you start to miss him. You think about all the good times you've shared, the moments of laughter and love. Although you two have been experiencing a rough patch, you don't want to throw everything away.

As the evening progresses, you are reminded that Sergio has a game tonight. While still harboring some resentment toward him as a result of what transpired between you two, you decide to go to his game because you miss him and want to show your support for him.

You know that he's been under a lot of pressure lately, and you shouldn't have let your own frustrations get in the way of being supportive.

~ Later that night ~

You make your way to your seat in the stadium, surrounded by excited fans all cheering for PSG. Your heart swells with pride as you see Sergio take his place on the field. He looks focused and determined, his eyes scanning the crowd until they lock with yours. He sends you a small smile and a nod, and you feel a sense of reassurance wash over you.

The match begins and you're completely absorbed in watching Sergio play. He's one of the best defenders in the world, and it's a thrill to see him in action. But as the match goes on, you start to notice that something seems off. He's not playing with his usual finesse and precision, and his movements are a bit slower than usual. Your heart sinks as you realize that he's not having his best game. You can see the frustration written all over his face, and it's clear that he's not in his best form. You start to worry about what this will mean for him, and for the team.

After the match ends, you wait for Sergio outside the locker room. When he emerges, you can see that he's exhausted and disappointed. He looks up and sees you waiting for him, and his expression softens.

"Hey," you say gently, reaching out to touch his arm. He does not respond, rather he wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly. You don't mind his sweaty body. You hold onto him tightly, not bothering to let go anytime soon.

Sergio lets out a deep sigh and removes himself from you after a few minutes. He opens his mouth to speak but you beat him to it, “Mi amor (my love) I'm so sorry for walking out on you like that…” You say sympathetically, as you have been thinking these past days and feel as if now you fully understand how difficult it must be for him to balance his personal and professional life. "I know you didn't mean to say her name nor be rude to me," you say softly. "I know you've been going through a lot lately."

Sergio looks at you with gratitude and affection. "You shouldnt be the one apologizing, my love, I should be. I've been not treating you the way you deserve to be treated these past few weeks and It took you to leave for me to realize my wrongs, " he says, taking your hand in his. "I should have been more honest with you about what's been going on. I'm just really stressed out with training and the business stuff, and it's been affecting me more than I realized."

You listen attentively as he explains everything that's been weighing on him, and you feel a deep sense of empathy for him. You know that it's not easy to juggle so many responsibilities, and that it takes a toll on even the strongest of people. "Is there anything I can do to help?" you ask, wanting to offer your support in any way you can. Sergio gives you a small smile and pulls you into a hug. "Just being here with me means everything," he whispers. "Thank you for understanding."

You both stand there for a few moments, wrapped in each other's arms, before you finally pull away. "Do you want to talk about it some more?" you ask, wanting to give him the chance to vent.

Sergio nods and you both find a quiet corner of the stadium to sit down and talk. As he shares his worries and frustrations with you, you listen with an open heart and offer words of comfort and encouragement.

By the end of your conversation, you can see the weight lifted off his shoulders. He's still stressed and overwhelmed, but knowing that he has your love and support makes all the difference.

As you make your way out of the stadium, hand in hand, you both feel a renewed sense of closeness and understanding. You nod your head, understanding. "I get it. But you can't keep it all bottled up, Sergio. It's not good for you, for us, or for anyone. You have to talk to me, or someone you trust, about what you're feeling. It's not a weakness to ask for help when you need it. It's the strongest thing you can do."

Sergio looks at you with a mixture of appreciation and sadness. "I know, and I'm sorry. I just...I don't know how to fix it. Everything seems to be piling up and I can't seem to catch a break."

You take his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. "We'll figure it out together, okay? We'll take it one step at a time, and we'll get through it. But you have to promise me that you'll talk to me when you need to. I can't help you if I don't know what's going on."

Sergio nods, his eyes meeting yours. "I promise. I'll talk to you."

You smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "Good. Now, let's go home and have a nice dinner together. We'll take a break from everything and just enjoy each other's company."

Once at your house, the rest of the night is spent cooking together, sharing stories, and just being present in each other's company. It's a small moment of peace in the midst of chaos, but it's exactly what you both needed.

As the night draws to a close, you cuddle up on the couch together, watching a movie and enjoying each other's warmth.

"I love you," Sergio whispers, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you too," you reply, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "And I'm here for you, no matter what."

Sergio pulls you closer, his arms wrapped tightly around you. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice filled with gratitude.

You both drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, feeling a sense of peace and comfort that only comes from being with the person you love. And you know that, no matter what challenges lie ahead, you'll face them together.

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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 1 year

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SOOO I was thinking it could either be a Wednesday or Jenna fic.

Reader has anger problems maybe like I.E.D and R and Jenna are arguing and R has been at work or something bad happened that day and they are just getting worse. Anyway maybe R did do something awful and Jenna pushes them(little shove) and they continue shouting at eachother, getting in eachother faces and R is quite a tall and big person so they like tower over Jenna, but they full on lose it and slap Jenna round the face.(R takes a step back)Jenna starts crying silently with a shaky hand on her cheek and looking up at R tears in her eyes and just in disbelief, meanwhile R is just paralysed and maybe tries to touch Jenna and steps closer to her but Jenna flinches back and tells R to get out and R just silently nods tears in their eyes and manages to kiss her forehead whilst she is tense. R has gone somewhere just thinking over and over( R may have or still does have an abusive dad and they keep thinking they are like him) .Later they come back and Jenna is asleep on their bed and R slowly walks in and sees a big bruise on her face and just breaks down and slowly strokes her cheek and kisses her forehead and bruise. R knows that they can't sleep in the bed because they don't want Jenna to wake up to them so they sleep on the floor next to her. In the morning she wakes up and sees R on the floor and just sits up in bed and sits on the end of the bed looking back at them. Eventually R wakes up and sees Jenna and they quickly get up and just is speechless(mouth opening and closing like a fish) and Jenna just says "why" and R walks closer to her and asks permission to hold her hand and when they do they kneel down in front of her and just continues to apologise and you can decide what happens. Also maybe when R leaves earlier that morning after slapping her Jenna calls a friend idk who or family and R is close by and that friend or family could see R and confronts them and is angry and R is still crying and that friend or family could punch them but R just allows it yk. Sorry this was so long.!!

Not My Fault

Word count: 1.5K

Summary: request above

Warnings: angst, swearing

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

I loved writing this so much! I love writing angst in general but this? Ughhh😍🤍✨

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That day had been extremely tiring at work, everyone was blaming you for doing stuff wrong while you were doing your best. Sure you weren’t the best person for that job but you tried your hardest. Everyone knew yet everyone refused to accepted because they just needed you to get the job done. This has a particular effect on you, having been recently diagnosed with I.E.D (intermittent explosive Disorder) you tried your best to stay calm in these situations, but nothing was working. You’d end up building up emotions and have really bad episodes, but with the help of your girlfriend, Jenna, you always managed to suppress your rage.

However this was not quite the day. As soon as you got home you were breathing heavily, you just wanted to calm down in your girlfriends arms but she wasn’t having any of it as she was working on her laptop. “Jen, please I really need to calm down-“ you said as you walked around the room trying not to go on full rage mode, but it was getting hard. She knew about your disorder and she didn’t seem to care at the moment.“would you just listen to me for a few seconds?” You raised your voice, and she got upset, standing up as she pushed you back. “Can’t you see I’m working? God just leave me alone for a few seconds!” She raised her voice at you. You tried your best not to break and give into your rage but it was getting hard.

“J-Jen please don’t do this to me right now. I need you-“ she was quick to interrupt you. “Yeah, that’s the fucking problem, (Y/N)” she started, you looked at her with tears in your eyes. “You always need me. I can never get a freaking moment alone!” You started breathing heavily again as she yelled at you. You scratched on your own skin trying to control yourself “you need to give me my fucking moments alone!” She continued on full screaming, but at this point you couldn’t even control yourself. With no control over yourself you ended up slapping her hard across her face, making her stumble back.

Suddenly the room went quiet, you froze on your spot and Jenna looked at you, tears in her eyes as she brought a hand to her cheek which stinger a lot right now. ‘What did I just do?’ Was your first thought as you looked at your own hand in utter shock. She was shaking. Jenna was shaking probably with fear and it was all your fault. You had to make up for it. “Jen I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“ you walked closer to her and she flinched back in fear, tears living her eyes as she kept her hand on her cheek, other hand in front of herself to prevent you from getting any closer to her. “Don’t touch me” she stated, with a stern tone. “Babe please, it wasn’t my fault you-“ she interrupted you once again. “Get out.” She said without looking at you.

“W-what?” You asked her, tears staining your own face as well. “I SAID GET OUT! (Y/N) GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE” (let’s be honest, this part reminded me of the scream movie) she yelled at you, hand still grasping her own cheek as she cried and looked at you, you could see nothing but fear in her eyes. You put on your coat and left, going to a nearby park no one ever went to. You knew what you did was wrong, and you didn’t want to, but you had lost control of yourself. Jenna knew that you could lose control, but she never expected you to throw yourself at her.

Here you were, kicking trees in that abandoned park as you kept on thinking you were like your father. ‘Am I like him? Is this why I have no friends? Is this why I might be loosing Jenna?’ Your head was filled with these questions to which you had no answer as you kept on kicking trees. Then suddenly, you heard a voice. “Taking out your frustrations huh?” You turned around, Percy was standing close to you as you stopped punching your tree. “Did you talk to Jenna? How is she?” You immediately asked him, puffy eyes from crying, he looked at you with an expression that was a mix of disgust and pity.

“Well how do you think she is? Her girlfriend just slapped her across the face, she’s shocked. You should be ashamed of yourself” he stated, and you knew he was right. He couldn’t have said something else. “I wasn’t myself Percy! I lost control, I didn’t want to but I did, I didn’t realize what I was doing!” You stated as you walked closer to him, which only got him to throw a fist at your face in return, which made you fall backwards. You didn’t fight back, you knew you deserved it. “She knows about your disorder, she has always told you to go to therapy because her help wasn’t enough. Now if you end up losing her, that’s on you” he said and left, leaving you there. The punch had hurt your jaw, but you knew you definitely deserved it.

You stayed at the park for the whole day, waiting for night to come so that you could go back home and sleep on the couch, without waking Jenna up. It was after midnight when you came back home, each light in the house was turned off which made you sigh of relief. You walked in what should be your shared room, as you walked to Jenna’s side of the bed. Her eyes were swollen, nose tip red and dry lips. You saw that the slap you gave her caused a huge bruise to cover her whole cheek, which only made you disgusted in yourself that you hit her with so much force you didn’t even know you had. You knew she had a deep sleep so you took advantage of the moment to kiss her bruised cheek and forehead, before going to the living room and sleep on the couch.

You didn’t sleep the whole night and you were up at first lights, but you stayed laid down on the couch. You kept thinking about Percy’s words. ‘If you end up loosing her, that’s on you.’ You knew he was right, and deep down you hoped that you wouldn’t loose her. You would break if you did, even if it was indeed your fault. You were up making coffees for you and Jenna after a couple hours when you heard Jenna come out of the room. You looked at her, hood over her head, eyes puffy and swollen still filled with tears. You wanted to talk to her, say something. Yet none of the words you had in mind came out. She looked at you and you could just say she was on the verge of tears.

“Why…?” She asked you with a raspy voice, you knew it was because of all the crying. She hadn’t specified the subject of the conversation, but you knew she was asking you why had you slapped her. “Jen, I’m so so sorry” you started again, tears making their way up to your eyes. You stepped over to her, but she flinched again so you stepped back again. “Babe I’m so so sorry” you started crying as you looked down. You knew now that she was gonna push you away from her. “I could blame my disorder, but I don’t really know if it’s that anymore… all I know is that I fear that I’m becoming more like my father..” she knew about your father, but she also knew that you were nothing like him. However she said nothing.

“I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t do it on purpose Jen I swear-“ by now you were sobbing and you got to your knees. you just wanted to hold her in your arms, but now you were scared to hurt her. “Please give me another chance-“ you said in between sobs and looked at her. She was quiet for a while until she wasn’t. “…come here” she said, her voice making you stand up. “Are you sure?” You asked sniffling. “Yes, I’m sure… hug me please” she said, you could see she was about to break again so you pulled her in your arms. You hug was loose at first, you were too afraid to hurt her. But she was the one to tighten the hug. You tightened it as a consequence and soon enough the two of you pulled back slightly, though still remaining in the hug as you brought a hand to her cheek, gently caressing the bruise. “I’m sorry…” you whispered and she smiled slightly at you.

“It’s okay honey… but promise me that you’re going to therapy now” she said and you smiled slightly. “I promise.”

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wednesday #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday adams #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader

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davenweenie · 1 year

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Lab Rats Headcanons!

-when Kaz first complimented Chase, a spoon came flying at them and slapped Chase in the face because he got flustered and glitched.

-Bree and Chase love horror movies, Kaz and Oliver stare at them like they’re crazy whenever they put on a horror movie.

-since Adam, Bree and Chase grew up in a basement and raised as weapons rather than kids, they never had stuffed animals. When Tasha found this out, she was mortified and immediately took them to Build-a-Bear and let them pick out stuffed animals they wanted. Adam got really excited about it and even did the heart ritual that they make you do.

-when Bree and Chase visit home, Adam and Leo are there too. Adam’s immediate reaction is to grab Chase and throw him as far as he can (Bionic Brother Toss) and then pick him up off the floor and hug him like a bear. Chase is confused because he’s just been thrown across the room and is now being hugged by the same person that threw him. Adam has never hugged him directly after tossing him across a room.

-Leo tries to do the Bionic Brother Toss but didn’t even get halfway to what Adam does. However Leo has beat Bree’s score.

-Chase is fed up of being tossed around but he deals with it because people actually get on for once while throwing him.

-Oliver used to get really annoyed with Chase all the time because he thought Chase was stealing his best friend (Kaz) from him and he also thought Chase was crushing on Skylar. He soon found out that Chase and Kaz are boyfriends and Chase is not trying to steal Kaz or Skylar. They’re now really good friends.

-Chase is a massive control freak. He hates not being in control of things so giving up his title of mission leader was a massive step forward in letting other people take charge sometimes. (I’m going to completely ignore the whole Chase locking Skylar in Mission Command thing. Elite Force ruined perfectly good characters)

-Chase sometimes stands awake at night questioning his humanness because he feels he’s too computer like. He tends to neglect the human part of superhuman a lot. Kaz finds him zoned out a lot, rubbing his back to bring him back to reality. Chase eventually tells him what gets him so caught up in his thoughts. Kaz tells him if he wasn’t human he wouldn’t able to feel emotions the same way. Chase then asks ‘what if I can’t feel?’ and Kaz kisses his forehead and tells him he can see that he loves him. That if Chase didn’t have emotions he wouldn’t save people everyday, that he wouldn’t wake up really early to go and get everyone their favourite breakfasts from several different cafes to make it just perfect. Chase cried in Kaz’s arms that night. He hadn’t cried in years.

-and to end on a happy one, Otis the dog is now Adam’s dog since Chase has moved away from the island and doesn’t have to deal with the dog fur. Otis sleeps in Adam’s capsule with him even though he’s got his own little dog capsule bed. Douglas loves seeing his old dog follow Adam around everywhere. They’re best friends and they wouldn’t have it any different.

I hope everyone enjoys these HCs as much as I do. I have a pretty active mind so it’s nice to be able to share some of my ideas with people that do actually care lol.

#adam davenport #bree davenport #chase davenport #chase x kaz #donald davenport #elite force #lab rats #leo dooley #mighty med #oliver mighty med #skylar storm #tasha davenport #these are still way too long

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narumi-gens · 1 year

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Triptych | "Please, take her."

Chisaki Kai x f!Reader

summary: Your life is nothing more than a triptych, a work of art in three parts with each panel depicting a distinct period — a beginning, a middle, an end. And in the triptych that is your life, the central figure has always been Chisaki Kai.

chapter warnings: 18+ minors/blank/ageless blogs dni, yandere, possessive behavior, imprisonment, emotional manipulation, emotional/psychological abuse

notes: a wild Eri appears! 🥲 this is from a non-chronological series so the parts can be read in any order.

words: 4.4k

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The End

The furious pounding of your heart is so loud in your ears that it threatens to drown out every other sound. It’s so defeaning that underneath it, you can only just hear the loud slaps that your zori make each time they meet the concrete as you run. You’re heavily panting, your body desperate for the oxygen required to keep your legs moving so quickly.

The only thing you can focus on besides the fear driving you forward is the small, trembling girl in your arms. She’s clinging to you so tightly that you’re positive that even if you let her go — not that you ever would — she wouldn’t fall.

“He’s coming,” Eri whimpers before burying her face in the crook of your neck.

“Don’t look,” you tell her, the words coming out ragged as you try as hard as you can to speed up. But with the weight in your arms and the constrictive kimono that you’re wearing, the only thing keeping your pace from lagging is a mixture of fear and desperation.

There’s a break in the alley and you quickly make a sharp turn, hoping that if you can escape from his line of sight then you can lose him in the maze of buildings. But just as you round the corner, the ground in front of you suddenly reforms, a wall erupting from the concrete.

You skid to a stop before you can run into this new obstruction. With a speed only possible because of the adrenaline coursing through your veins, your hand shoots out to touch the wall. Your Quirk immediately negates Kai’s and halts the concrete from growing any higher.

Your chest and shoulders rise and fall rapidly as you take in large gulps of air. With frantic eyes, you examine the barrier now cutting off your escape — too high to climb, too thick to break, too dangerous to turn back.

“Eri, I need you to be brave,” you murmur and the little girl in your arms furiously shakes her head, her grip on you growing even tighter.

“N-no,” she cries into your neck.

As much as it breaks your heart, you begin to unwind her limbs from around your body with firm hands. Once she’s free, you stand on the tips of your toes and lift her above your head to set her on top of the wall.

“Eri, listen to me,” you say, a warm smile on your lips in an attempt to comfort her through her terror. You try not to think about how every second spent standing still meant Kai is only that much closer to reaching you. “Look on the other side. Is there something for you to climb down on?”

She glances over her shoulder and nods. Her tiny fingers are fearfully gripping so tightly to the steadying hands you have on her waist that you have to hold in a wince when you felt her nails piercing your skin.

“Okay good. Then go,” you order her and she looks at you with wide eyes full of disbelief.

“I don’t want to. Please don’t make me,” she begs through the tears that are beginning to form.

“Listen, Eri. You need to hurry. He’s coming,” you tell her. “Go find a hero and make them take you somewhere safe. They’ll protect you.”

“I want you to come with me,” she cries and you have to take a deep breath to keep your own tears at bay.

With a loving touch, you reach up as high as you can and move one of your hands from her waist to gently brush her long hair from her face. You then give her a bright smile, one that’s meant to assure her that she’ll be okay.

“I’ll come find you when you’re safe. I promise.”

It’s a lie. If Eri makes it to safety, you trying to find her — you trying to escape Kai — will only endanger her further.

After a long moment, one that feels like an eternity due to how conscious you are of your limited time, she finally nods before carefully climbing over the wall and out of your sight. A shuddering breath leaves you as your heels drop back to the ground.

‘Please, protect her. Get her as far away from here as possible,’ you plead to whatever higher power — or Pro Heroes — might be listening.

With Eri now out of your hands and hopefully on her way to safety, your adrenaline starts to fade. And as it does, you become all too aware of the footsteps growing closer. For just a second, a foolish part of you wonders if there actually is a way to get yourself over the wall.

But what good would that do Eri?

Inhaling deeply for whatever courage you can muster, you turn around, ready to face your pursuer. When Kai finally turns the corner and finds you, you straighten your posture.

“You should know better than to run by this point,” he comments.

His tone is casual as he continues to approach you and you quickly push away the unwanted memory of unending darkness that his words dredge up. He comes to a stop before you, his eyes glancing over you before looking to the wall he had created.

“Where’s Eri?”

“Gone,” you answer simply and he lets out an aggravated sigh.

“Why do you keep doing this?” he asks, but he sounds more annoyed than angry, like this entire escape attempt is nothing more than an inconvenience to whatever afternoon plans he has.

“If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll make sure she’s safe,” you say, your voice unwavering as you think about Eri — your niece, your own flesh and blood — and how you’ll do anything to keep her from any further harm.

There’s only one card you have left to play.

You reach out for his gloved hands and take them in yours, bringing them up to cup your face.

“Use me,” you breathe as you look up at him with desperate eyes and hoping that none of your fear can be seen in them. “Let Eri go and use me.”

Surprise is a rare emotion to see on Kai. But your offer is one that he clearly wasn’t expecting. It’s been months since you brought it up, after all. The memory of how angry he became — and the punishment he doled out — the first and only time you made it is still fresh in your mind.

“Use my Quirk to create the product. It’s not the exact same as Eri’s, but it can still stop Quirks. And you’re smart. If anyone can figure it out, it’s you. So, use me instead,” you tell him softly, hoping that this time he’ll finally agree. “Take me apart however you need to. Just let Eri go.”

There’s a moment of absolute stillness as your plea hangs in the space between the both of you.

But then his hands drop from your cheeks to grab tightly onto your hips. He uses his bruising hold to maneuver you so that your back is flat against the brick wall of one of the buildings lining the alley. He looms over you, the entire front of his body pressed intimately to yours, leaving no gaps between the two of you.

“There’s a lot that I’ll do to achieve my goals,” he begins, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes thoughtfully. “Whether that’s killing anyone who gets in my way or using a little girl to create a drug or putting the man who raised me into a coma.”

He then opens his eyes and you can see the fury in them at your attempt to try and take Eri’s place. He holds your gaze, wanting to ensure that you hear and understand everything he’s about to say.

“But I won’t touch you or your Quirk,” he says, determination coloring his features that are unobscured by his mask. “All of my goals have always included having you at my side.”

His grip on your hips grows so tight that you’re sure that you’ll be able to feel the bruises underneath your skin.

“Now that I have you here, I will never let you go,” he swears and as you take in both his words and the wild look in his eyes, you feel nothing but pure fear.

He lets his statement sink in before he releases your hips. He then reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a simple black face mask. You don’t need to see the front to know that the Shie Hassaikai’s crest is emblazoned across it — like a brand.

“You know that I prefer it when you wear this whenever you leave the compound,” he tells you as he slips the straps over your ears.

He takes a moment to adjust it so that it fits the lower half of your face perfectly. His touch as he does so is the exact opposite of how he was just holding your hips. His fingers are gentle, almost reverent, as he lines up the top of the mask to cover your cheekbones.

While you feel like a dog who’s been muzzled, you can see the proud satisfaction in his eyes as you now openly bear the symbol of the Hassaikai for all to see.

As he slips off the glove from his right hand, he turns to the wall he created to cut off your escape. He touches it with his bare hand and using his Quirk, it sinks back into the ground, the concrete looking entirely undisturbed in its wake.

“If you put up a fight, Eri will be the one who pays,” he warns you as he pulls his glove back on and your heart jumps into your throat. He then looks at you from the corner of his eye. “Because no matter how hard you try, I’ll be bringing her back with us.”

Whatever fight was left in you slowly fades. You know that he isn’t lying.

Unless Eri has found a hero — and even a Pro Hero might not be able to provide her the protection she needs — then she’ll end up back in Kai’s hands. As much as you want to dig your heels in and refuse to move from where you stand, you know that provoking Kai’s wrath will do neither you nor Eri any good.

And as ashamed as you are to admit it, even to only yourself, you’re too scared to even try.

You don’t want to go back all alone into the darkness.

So, when Kai begins to walk down the alley after Eri, he doesn’t need to spare you another glance to know that you’re following right behind him.

With the wall gone, you can see down the long alley and dread fills you when you see that Eri hasn’t made it as far as you hoped. Despite running, her two short legs can only carry her so far and she hasn’t even made it to the street yet. Even with Kai’s measured pace, the two of you will easily catch up to her.

The closer you get, the stronger the urge to grab onto Kai grows. You reach out a trembling hand.

‘Buy her time. Even if it’s only for a second, slow him down. You have to do this for her.’

It feels like your heart is beating faster now than it was when you were sprinting. All you have to do is close the distance between your shaking fingers and his jacket. Your vision begins to blur with tears of frustration at how scared such a simple action makes you.

You asked Eri to be brave for you. Why can’t you do the same for her?

Why do you have to be such a fucking coward?

It’s that thought that gives you the small burst of courage that you need. But just as your fingers brush against the fabric of his jacket, he comes to a stop so suddenly that you almost run into him.

“Now, you know you can’t go causing trouble for the heroes,” he says, his tone uncharacteristically amiable. When you look around him to see what’s happened, your eyes widen at what you see.

Eri is on the ground in front of two Pro Heroes.

The relief is so overwhelming that for just a moment, it finally feels like you can breathe.

But then you feel Kai’s hand on your lower back as he guides you to stand at his side.

“I’m sorry about our daughter, hero. She likes to play around a lot and keeps getting hurt,” he chuckles and you glance at him to find him giving the heroes a sheepish expression — something you’ve never once seen on his face in all the years that you’ve known him. “We’re just not sure what to do with her.”

As you realize the situation that you’re in, you become all too aware of Kai’s hand. Even through the layers of your kimono and the glove he’s wearing, it’s like you can feel his skin directly on yours. It’s a warning.

‘I’ll never let you get away. Even if I have to kill these heroes.’

You have to be smart. You need to find a way to tell the heroes that Eri is in danger without Kai’s knowledge.

It’s a tricky balancing act — raising the suspicions of the heroes while simultaneously giving nothing away to Kai.

But now is the time to be brave, even if it means risking Kai’s anger. These two heroes, despite how young they both seem, will help. They won’t just ignore a scared and shaking little girl.

If they did, what kind of heroes would they be?

So, desperately holding onto the thin thread of hope that these heroes are dangling in front of you, you force a relieved smile on your own face — even if it’s hidden underneath your mask. You then give the heroes a small, apologetic bow.

“Yes, we’re very sorry for her. But you know how children are,” you tell them, mimicking Kai’s geniality.

The taller of the two heroes simply waves off your concerns as he yanks the hood of the hero kneeling before Eri over his head of messy green hair.

As he lightly admonishes his fellow hero, you carefully look them over and it sets in just how young they are. Are they even licensed? The unwelcome doubts start to creep in as the hero turns to you and Kai.

“We’re sorry, too, for bumping into her,” he says, turning towards you and Kai with a friendly smile. “With those masks, you must both be from the Hassaikai, right? You guys are famous around here.”

Against your will, your smile slowly begins to fade. He knows who the Hassaikai are? Then why doesn’t he sound more concerned? He has two members of a designated villain group in front of him as well as a child whose limbs are completely covered in bandages.

He should be on edge and instantly wary. He shouldn’t sound like you’re merely talking about the weather.

You’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you barely hear the discussion about what agency they’re attached to. Your eyes are darting between the two heroes and Eri as you try to understand what’s happening.

You hear the hero mention that they’re students, but that doesn’t mean they’re stupid.

They have to see what’s right in front of them — a little girl in trouble.

“Anyway, we need to finish patrolling this division by lunch. Let’s go!” the caped hero tells his junior, gesturing for him to follow as he makes to walk away.

Suddenly, you’re acting on instinct.

“Come on, Eri. Let’s leave these heroes alone. I’m sure they’re very busy,” you say kindly as you kneel down behind her. Now at the same level as the younger hero, you see that his eyes are locked on the way you’re shaking as you reach out to place a comforting hand on Eri’s back.

Under the guise of simply adjusting the way you’re kneeling to avoid bruising your knees on the hard concrete, you shift minutely to your left and in doing so, are now directly between Kai and this younger hero. You catch his gaze and from the way his expression hardens, you know that the desperation and fear in your eyes have come across.

“Take her. Please, take her,” you whisper to him, your words soft enough so that only he can hear them. He sharply inhales and you then raise your voice back to a regular volume, your tone turning just slightly exasperated. “Eri, let’s go. We’ve already taken up enough of the heroes’ time.”

Very gently, you push Eri closer to the hero and you see that she’s now clutching onto the sleeve of his costume.

“D-don’t go…” she begs and you can hear the tears in her voice.

You feel Kai’s eyes on you like a giant spotlight and you readjust your position so that you’re no longer blocking the young hero from his gaze.

“Um, y-your daughter…s-she seems scared,” he stutters and despite the nervousness that’s rolling off of him in waves, you’re overcome with gratitude to him.

“She’s just a little bit upset because we had to scold her for her behavior,” you offer as an excuse, your polite tone a direct contrast with the pleading expression on your face and the way you continue to push Eri toward him.

“Let’s go!” his partner calls and you don’t spare him a glance.

How can you when he’s willing to ignore what’s right in front of him and leave Eri behind? Doesn’t he want to save people? How can he do that when he won’t even lift a finger to save a little girl?

The younger hero doesn’t seem as willing to overlook the terrified girl in his arms. He gently cups the back of her head and pulls her into the safety of his arms.

“Wait. Her bandages don’t seem like they’re from playing,” he observes, his eyes sharp.

“She falls a lot,” Kai explains, sounding like the hero’s implications are so outlandish that they’re amusing.

“For such a small child to be trembling like this without making a sound…” he remarks, disregarding Kai’s explanation. He then looks up from Eri with determination written across his face. “I don’t think that’s normal.”

“Please don’t force your own ‘normal’ on other people’s families,” Kai replies, his tone suddenly chilly as his patience begins to wear thin.

“Everyone has different dispositions, right?” the other hero offers and his words are like knives to your heart.

Aren’t heroes supposed to offer people hope? Why is he doing everything in his power to take yours away? You tilt your head just slightly so that you can look up at him and the movement catches his attention because his gaze shifts from his partner to yours.

You see the briefest flash of guilt in his eyes through his visor, although his smile never wavers. So, he isn’t ignorant to what was going on. He just doesn’t want to act.

He’s a coward.

“What are you doing to this girl?” the braver of the two asks, his voice filled with enough conviction that you almost want to believe that he alone can save Eri.

There’s a beat of silence, his question hanging over all of you before Kai lets out a loud exhale.

“Heroes are so sensitive to the subtle signs in people, huh?” You glance over your shoulder at him to see that rather than looking angry, he simply looked slightly put out — like this is nothing more than a minor annoyance. “Very well. It’s embarrassing to talk about it. People are watching here, so will you come this way with me?”

He begins to turn around back to the alley before pausing to call your name. There’s no need to order you to follow him. Him simply speaking your name is enough to know what’s expected of you.

“Go. Just go,” you whisper hurriedly before you give Eri one last push into the hero’s arms before standing up and following Kai like an obedient dog.

Rather than running off with Eri like you wish they would, you hear the pair of heroes beginning to make their own way down the alley after the two of you.

“Actually, we’ve been having a lot of problems with Eri lately,” Kai says once you’re by his side again. “She just won’t listen to a thing we say.”

“Parenting, huh? It must be hard,” the older hero comments, his tone still surprisingly light, and you look back at them over your shoulder to see that Eri is wrapped up safely in the shorter hero’s arms.

Why won’t they just run?

“Yes, children are hard to understand,” Kai sighs. As you turn to face forward, your eyes widen when they catch the way he’s reaching to pull off the glove from his left hand.

Kai continues to speak, but you can’t make sense of his words, too consumed by fear as you slide your own hand into his to prevent him from removing the glove. You keep looking straight but from the corner of your eye, you can see that he’s turned his head to you, a displeased expression on his face.

Instead of dwelling on the consequences, you simply interlace your fingers with his and squeeze them tightly.

He addresses the heroes again, but his attention is solely on you. The atmosphere in the narrow alley is suddenly so suffocating that you’re finding it hard to breathe.

The oppressive feeling is broken only a few moments later when the younger hero lets out a cry of surprise behind you before you hear small footsteps running toward you. You close your eyes in defeat when you feel a weak tug on the back of your kimono and both you and Kai stop walking.

“What, done with your tantrum already?” Kai asks her.

“Eri-chan…?” the hero calls, confused about what’s just transpired.

“She’s always like this. I’m sorry you had to listen to my problems,” Kai tells them as he pulls his hand away from yours to drop it onto Eri’s shoulder and guide her between you. You reach down and gently pick her up, holding onto her trembling form tightly as she buries her face into your neck and clings onto your kimono. Kai then gives the two heroes an apologetic nod of his head. “Sorry for the trouble. Well, do your best at work.”

He then puts his hand on your lower back and begins to lead you back toward the compound.

“Wait—” the hero starts to shout only for his demand to be cut off and you don’t need to look over your shoulder to know that his partner — the coward — has stopped him.

You can feel the skin of your neck growing wet with Eri’s tears and you can do nothing for her but hold her tighter. Your feet feel like they’re made of lead, growing heavier with each step forward.

“Didn’t I tell you that we would be bringing her back with us?” Kai finally asks, breaking the silence.

“Please don’t hurt her,” you beg as you bury your masked face in her hair. “You got what you wanted. We’re both going back with you. She doesn’t need to be punished.”

“She might not,” he agrees before looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “But I think you do.”

“Then take it out on me,” you plead and you can hear a muffled sob leave Eri at your words.

You give her a comforting squeeze, trying to wordlessly reassure her that everything will be alright. You know that what you’re about to say will only distress her further. You stop walking so that you can look at him fully and he curiously stops as well.

“Please. Don’t punish her for my mistakes.”

That seems to catch his interest because he takes a step closer to you and you have to fight the instinct to back away from him.

“What was your mistake?” he asks. “I’ll leave Eri alone if you can tell me what your mistake was.”

“Running,” you breathe out, your voice so soft that it’s barely able to be heard over Eri’s quiet crying. He looks at you silently, patiently, waiting for you to continue. “Trying to stop you.”

When he doesn’t react, you know that you haven’t given him the answer he wants and you begin to panic.

“Interfering with business,” you guess again.

Nothing.

You blink away the tears that you can feel forming.

“I-I…” you trail off, unable to sort through your thoughts well enough to find the right answer. “I’m sorry, Kai.”

He brings a merciful hand to the back of your neck and pulls you into him, Eri sandwiched between you in some warped mockery of a familial embrace. You can feel her terrified trembling growing more severe at being so close to Kai and you simply tighten your hold on her in a poor attempt to provide her with what little comfort you can.

When you rest your forehead against his chest, you’re filled with self-loathing at the perverse sense of comfort you feel by having his arms around you. As much as you fight him, as much as you want to be free of him, your body will always feel at home with him.

“Your mistake was thinking that you belong anywhere else but here. This is your place. You can never leave. Remember that,” he says and you quietly nod as tears begin to spill down your cheeks and wet the fabric of your mask. The sickening realization that he’s right washes over you.

This is your fate.

Even begging the heroes for help is useless. They won’t save you because this is where you’re meant to be. When you tried to take a different path — a path that led away from the Hassaikai — fate intervened to put you back on the correct one.

Despite the little girl crying in your arms, the one who means more to you than life itself, you find the last vestiges of your will to fight beginning to fade. Maybe it’s just time to accept it.

There will never be anything else for you.

Only Kai and the Shie Hassaikai.

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Goodbye, Love - N.R.

College AU

Warnings: Natty (receiving), NatxReader, smut 18+, angst, break ups, slapping kink (only three times though), sex after break up, bit of exhibitionism, reminiscing, crying, no happy ending, ruined plans, pet names, unprotected sex. I think that's it

A/N: can you tell i like the pain of it all😃

Words: 4738

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This was the place you shared with the love of your life. The two of you spent your ten years of being together here. This house was full of your memories with Natasha. Your home of memories. This place was where you had your first fight with her over the smallest of things, this was where you had your first time with her, this was where you spent weekends cuddling on the sofa in the middle of a snowstorm, this was where you first got vulnerable with each other, and this was where many other core memories were made.

As you plopped yourself down on the couch, you remember a time where Natasha cried on your shoulder after she nearly didn't pass her second semester's finals exam on the same couch you were sitting on now. You remained silent for her, letting her just let out her emotions and rants about how thankful she was that she passed because if she didn't pass that would mean she would be separated from you, and neither of you wanted that.

As Natasha was packing up her clothes in the bedroom you two used to share, she picked up the hoodie she stole from you the first time she came over to your house. She remembered how you leant her the hoodie to sleep in and how she promised to return the next day. It never made it back to you. Since then, the hoodie was hers to wear anytime she wanted. Natasha stole many more of your clothing after that, all of which she promised to return but never did.

Natasha removed her shirt and slipped the hoodie on instead. A plethora of memories flooded her mind, flashing in front of her eyes as if it were to be the last time she ever remembered them. Natasha wanted to cry, but at the same time she felt like she had no right to cry because this was a mutual decision brought up by her. Apparently, she felt as though the two of you were drifting away from each other, and you respected her decision wholly. Whether you admitted it to yourself or not, you felt the same way, but you wanted to talk about it and think of ways to improve with her, not split up because of some strain that could be resolved easily.

Meanwhile back downstairs in a hallway bathroom, you were sat on the tiled floor, willing the oncoming tears away a another wave of memories hit you like a tidal wave. As you held onto your toothbrush, you remembered how Natasha was laughing at you so hard because you couldn't help but gag when your toothbrush hit the back of your throat. Your lover event went as far as to tease you, saying that you wouldn't be able to take her cock. You retorted, saying that it was a good thing you were the top in the bedroom. It wasn't until you looked back at her that you saw how red her face was. Tearfully, you stood back up to continue packing the rest of your belongings up.

Back in the bedroom, Natasha laid down for a moment, trying to control her racing thoughts. Not long after, your red-headed lover fell asleep, laying on her back still wearing the hoodie she stole from you. While Natasha slept soundly in the bedroom you used to share with her just a floor above you, you were distracted by a crumpled piece of paper on the floor. You'd been sweeping when you came across it and picked it up out of human curiosity. The paper revealed another memory, one where you and Natasha were cuddling for the first time upon successfully building the bed you bought with spit money from ikea.

You had your arm wrapped around Natasha, you remember it being numb after the photo was taken. Natasha had her arm resting on your chest close to where her head was resting. The two of you had bright smiles on your faces. You remembered that day being exhausting and fulfilling at the same time. The photo brought a distant smile to your face. You love Natasha with all your heart, and you knew she did too. The break up was most likely brought on by yours and Natasha's schedule getting more crowded by the day.

You wanted to make it work. The day Natasha came home and sat you down to "gently" break up with you was the day you cooked her favorite meal for her to try and talk things out between the two of you. For you, relationships have always been about communication, compromise, and reassurance, trust, of course was a given. You believed Natasha did too, but when she broke up with you because you were 'drifting away', you realized she had a different outlook on proceeding with relationships. While you wanted to work things out to make it work with your partner when it gets hard, Natasha would say, "It's not working anymore, I think we should break up.

You respected her opinion, but that wasn't to say it didn't hurt like hell. Natasha was the woman you planned to spend the rest of your life with. Sure, it was a little early to think so far ahead, but with the way your plans were so aligned with hers, it was impossible to think that the relationship you had with her won't last until death took either one of you.

Unbeknownst to Natasha, you entered the bedroom she resided in while she peacefully slept in your hoodie to collect more of your belongings from the closet. You stopped in the middle of the room, stoked to see that Natasha still has the first thing she stole from you aside from your heart. You didn't know how to feel. Your heart was pounding and your stomach turned into a million butterflies, but at the same time, your heart felt like it was being shredded and it seemed like your stomach was at your feet.

Upon collecting the items you intended to collect in the first place, you stuffed them into your duffle bag and returned upstairs, leaning back on your vanity table. You had your left arm wrapped around yourself while your right arms rested on top of that, putting two of your fingers up to your lips in thought. It was nearing dark out, the light from the sun casting a golden light through your floor to ceiling windows. With the light shining on Natasha's features like that, it was hard to think of anything else except from her.

In this setting, you couldn't help but reminisce about the many other times you admired Natasha's beautiful form while she did the most mundane tasks throughout the day in your shared home. You love waking up to her eau de nil eyes, the way the sparkled in both the moonlight and the sunlight had your knees weak. You could spend an eternity looking into her forest-like eyes and you could stay there, knowing you would never get bored of the many shades of green her eyes could take on.

You walked closer to Natasha, your gaze looking a little too distant to be understood by anyone. No one could blame you though, You just got your heart broken, you should be cut some slack. You nudged her foot that was hanging off of the bed, moving your gaze to her pretty face for any signs of her beginning to wake. You nudged her foot with more force for a second time when you saw she hadn't stirred awake like you'd hoped.

Natasha stirred awake, her arm lifting up to grope at the spacious side of the bed naturally, causing a pang shoot through you as you realize that you're not the only one who naturally reaches for her other half upon awakening in the morning or any time of day at all.

"Shouldn't you be packing?" Your tone was guarded, unintentionally so, but it was expected by the woman whom you used to call your forever girl.

"I have been packing, I just needed to lay down for a bit." Natasha has sat up, her elbows resting on her knees as she rubbed at her barely sleep-filled eyes. Her fingers raked through her hair, an indication that most things in her life was stressing her. She took a sharp breath in, attempting to reel her mind back to herself before she patted the spot next to her.

You stood there idly, not being able to register her command in your grieving mind, but when she patted the same spot again, her face bearing a look that left no space for discussion, you jumped into action and joined her on the bed. You sighed, you missed having her close. All this time spent moving everything out of your shared townhouse was taking a toll on you. You haven't been away from your lover since the day you made it official with her on her birthday.

"You look like you've gone through hell and back, Y/N/N." You knew it was meant to be a light tease, but with the grieving and the added nickname only she was allowed to call you, it was really difficult to not take it seriously.

"Well, I am going through a break up, we both are." The bright city lights were the main thing your eyes focused on. The inability to look the love of your life in the eyes had never been an occurrence you thought would happen to you. Natasha was the only person you trusted so easily. There was something about her that made you feel so comfortable. Natasha made you feel safe, free, and protected whenever she was near. Even in a crowded room filled with party people, a simple glance at her breathtaking figure would bring you a sense of calm that no one else could ever bring you. You never thought you would force to move on from the love of your life by the love of you life. It just never seemed possible. everything was perfect between the two of you. Until suddenly it wasn't.

And you hated that it wasn't because the two of you planned a future together. Getting married then moving into a bigger house where you will raise your first child and if they were a girl, you and Natasha would name her after Natasha's sister or if he were a boy, he would be named after your twin brother. You planned to have a separate bank account for your kids' future for them to use when they need. You and your Natty had everything planned, and now that the two of you were splitting up, it was hurting your soul.

You were broken out of your head when you felt Natasha shift in bed. You lover slid her hand behind you, propping herself up with it and leaning closer to you, pressing light kisses along the length of your shoulder. You sighed, relishing in finally having her lips back on your body where they've always belonged. As much as you knew you shouldn't be letting your ex start something again, it just felt too good to love her but not have her. So, you allowed yourself this moment of clouded closure before finally willing yourself to let the love of your life slip past your fingers. Even if Natasha says that your relationship should end, you knew that she knew she could always come back to you. You were wholly hers, there was no body else who can love you better than she can. You knew that this was just her twisted way of trying to 'protect' you, so you let it happen because you just know that she will always come back to you.

But even if you wanted this really, really badly, you gave Natasha an out just in case this was just her in her sleepy state. Incase her mind was simply muddled by exhaustion, you wanted to give her a chance to leave before anything got too heated to stop.

"Natasha, we shouldn't do this." Your voice was breathy, clearly you were affected by this just like she was. Natasha felt a warmth spread through her. The fact that you were still looking out for her even through your break up meant everything to her. So much so that it made her question whether or not she made the right decision, breaking up with you, or not.

With a sigh, Natasha let herself let go of all her problems with you temporarily. She could deal with her troubles another day. Those could wait, but with the way her heart was hurting so much, she just had to have you inside her one last time. Natasha deceived her herself and made herself believe that this was only a twisted kind of closure, and that this wouldn't happen again, but deep down she knew that this would only make her want you more. "Just one more last time, please, before we really say goodbye."

You pressed your lips against Natasha's as she leaned in, releasing a breath you didn't know you'd been holding since this the beginning if the bargaining. It felt so good to finally have Natasha back against you, but then when Natasha made a move to pull away, the harsh reality settled deep within you.

As the weight of it all set in and Natasha's lips were getting farther and farther from your own, you harshly pulled her face back against yours, claiming the mouth that has always been yours since the beginning of time. You pushed Natasha back, gently laying her down against the sheets with a hand supporting her head as she slowly fell on her back.

When you pulled away from your woman, you manhandled her onto her stomach, her knees down to her feet hanging off of the bed. Natasha raised her jean-clad ass up in the air, her bodyweight leaning on her ample chest, wiggling her plump bottom at you like lust driven animal. You've always loved this side of Natasha when making love to her. You loved how submissive she got, hoe she easily took orders from you, and, most importantly, you love how much she trusted you with her body.

You tore the button of her jeans open pulling them down along with her white underwear just enough to reveal her pretty cunt to you. You salivated at her scent, wasting no time in lapping at your woman's core with no regard for her need to adjust. You missed having her like this, you missed having her in any way she presented herself to you.

Your palms rested on Natasha's well rounded ass, holding her open to you while your tongue randomly licked at her pussy. The moans Natasha released filled the room, breathy gasps and random puffs of air included as Natasha's mind melted into a puddle left for someone to clean up. The fact that you still made Natasha's mind go blank while you pleasured her caused a sticky wetness to flood out of her, transferring to your waiting tongue at the next second.

Using both hands, you smacked Natasha's ass a few times, making your lover yelp out as your calloused hands beat at her plump bottom.

"Gonna cum, Y/N/N, please don't stop." Natasha breathed out, her panted moans spilling out of her mouth faster. Natasha's heavy breathing filled your bedroom and you loved every single second of it. Your hands squeezed at her butt, randomly tapping at it to bring you beloved closer to her high. Upon humming against Natasha's sopping pussy, you were rewarded with her sweet arousal jetting out of her and into your mouth. You lapped up every last drop, muttering to Natasha about how her taste is way too Devine to let it drip onto the sheets.

"You taste as good as I remember, little girl." Natasha's heart thumped rather hard in her chest as you used the title you only addressed her with when you felt overwhelmed with your want for her. You pulled away from her delicious hole and moved to stand on you knees in front of her, not being able to ignore your aching cock anymore.

Natasha understood you silent command, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and your boxers, pulling them down to reveal your hard cock. Natasha wrapped her lithe hand around you, the warmth of her hand giving you an all too familiar feeling of euphoria. Natasha poked her tongue out, flicking it against your reddened tip. Then finally, after what felt like an eternity, Natasha wrapped her lips around your cock and immediately started bobbing her head along the length and girth of you tasteful dick.

You fuck Natasha's mouth roughly, not really caring if she could breath at this point. Your hands propped you up on Natasha's back, you had your hand just at the top if her hip and you other hand rested on her shoulder blades. Without intending to, you pushed you weight onto your lover, thus making her lean on her elbows. Natasha's hands flew to the back of your thighs, feeling the need to hold onto something or else she would lose the little control she had left.

This felt so good, and it nearly made Natasha take the break up back and instead work things out. But the need to protect you from further getting hurt won out in Natasha's heart. You gripped Natasha's hair in one hand, making a makeshift ponytail, and with your other hand, you held onto Natasha's throat. You held her in that position, loving the way the back of Natasha's throat pressed against you tip.

Natasha squeezed the back of your thighs in one hand twice, using her safe move to make you let her catch her breath. Natasha heaved while maintaining intense eye contact with you. Natasha blinked up at you slowly, her chest steadily moving up and down as she breathed in and out roughly. Natasha made a show of making bubbles with your pre cum, sticking her tongue out flat to let you see how your cum rested in her mouth before she swallowed the sticky substance.

You then unhand your woman, gently laying her down on the pillows before you dove into her pussy again. Her knees were up beside her head, you hands soothingly rubbing up and down the back of her thighs while she moaned out when you tongue prodded at her sensitive clit. You pulled away just for a second, grabbing the pillow closest to you and laying it just under Natasha's hips, thus making it easier for you to hold her down.

"Fuck." Natasha breathed out, reaching her hands out to spread her ass before moving her hands to hold you closer to her core. Natasha gasped and moaned as your tongue briefly made contact with her ass hole, your tongue flicking at it like you would on her clit. "Feels s'good.

Natasha's babbling drove you to the brink of release, which in turn made you shake your head in her cunt, driving your tongue deeper into your woman's delicious pussy. Your hands tightly gripped Natasha's calves, squeezing every now and then when you would feeling her pussy throb against your tongue. Unexpectedly, Natasha screamed out and came on your unrelenting tongue. You gave her pussy long licks, leaving your tongue out and using your head to make long licking movements before sucking on her clit once and pulling away.

Slowly, you pushed yourself into your lover, you pace starting out slow before going as fast as humanly possible. Now, you were thrusting into Natasha harshly, the sound of your skin making sharp contact with hers filling the spacious bedroom. You panted as the tight coil in your stomach felt like it was about to unravel very quickly, but just then you also felt the way Natasha clenched and unclenched around your cock repeatedly, it being a sign that Natasha was also about to cum around your bulky cock. You wanted Natasha to cum for you first, so you slowed down you thrusts the slightest bit and started to thrust into her with more force than speed.

Natasha's long, breathy moans filled the place as your thrusts never faltered, therefore causing the love of your life's orgasm to jet out of her. "My God." Natasha panted, rubbing at the side of her thighs as she came down from her high. You shared a sweet kiss with Natasha before you pulled out of her gently, positioning her on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed and thrusting back into her. You piston your hips into Natasha, your left hand gripped Natasha's hip with tightness that could bruise while you bit on your right fist to hold yourself back from blowing inside her just yet. You wanted this to last because you knew this moment is a fleeting one.

While you Natasha by her throat, you landed three slaps to her flabby bottom, causing Natasha to explode all over your cock, her cum drenching the sheets below her including your thighs. As Natasha tried to shimmy away from you while her orgasm continued to pour out of her, you walked forward until you had Natasha on her stomach with her ass still in the air. Natasha moaned at the feeling of you moving around inside her as her high calmed down. You stilled, giving your woman time to compose herself before you continued to fuck her until you were ready to finally let her go and wait for her expected return.

"You okay if I continue now, baby?" You asked, as you laid half your weight onto Natasha knowing how much it calmed her down. Natasha's legs were squeezed together, your still hard dick laid against her red and raw pussy while Natasha continued to pant away as her high finally subsided.

"Yes, please. Fuck me until you can't anymore." You continued your thrust yourself back into her at her vulgar words, now fucking into her harder than ever, causing your woman to moan louder. Your arm was stuck around her front, so you maneuvered your hand on your lover's soft cheek and used your fingers to cover her gaping mouth, fruitlessly attempting to quiet Natasha's loud moans down. You used your feet to spread Natasha's legs open again, you pace remaining steady and fast as you did. At the new glorious angle, Natasha's moan skyrocketed in sound, her moans, louder than ever before, sounding more stuttered out due to your intense thrusts.

"Oh, my God!" Natasha moan loudly at one particular thrust, her body rocking up as her face scrunched up while the pleasure shot throughout her nervous system. "Yes, yes, yes, yes! Just like that, please- Oh!" You hushed your lover, mockingly trying to calm her down as you intensified your thrusts even more, now going at an impossibly faster pace. You slowed the movement of your hips as you repositioned yourself on Natasha, your hand pushing her face into the pillow her hands gripped while your other propped you up on her shoulder blade. Thinking you should probably be considerate and show your girl some mercy, you took your hand away from her head, instead wrapping your hand at the nape of your lover's neck. Natasha's hands flew to your knees, lightly pushing at you, but at your next words, Natasha resorted to fisting the pillow in her hands, moaning as your voice fills her ears.

"Oh, baby, you're gonna make me cum."

"Please, cum in me."

You let your loads go inside her, fucking your seed deeper into Natasha's core before you next spoke. "You good if we keep going?"

"My God, you're insatiable."

You decided to chaff at her, "That wasn't exactly a 'no'." The two of you chuckled softly, proceeding to catch your breaths as you allowed yourselves a sight moment of calm in the midst of the troubles the both of you were going to face after all of this was over.

"You can keep going now, Y/N/N."

You pulled put of Natasha, causing her to whimper at the emptiness she now felt. You pulled Natasha up to a stand before walking her to the window in your room facing the still bustling streets of New York City. The coldness of the glass pressed against Natasha's warm chest sent shivers all over her body. Upon entering her again, Natasha's head fell back against your shoulder, her mouth agape and calling out to the heavens as you filled her up so perfectly. It was like the two of you were specifically made for each other, like the two of you were own by each other only. It felt like it was meant to be because truly, the two of you are meant to be, it was just Natasha's aggravating feeling of needing to protect you all the time that put a hold on the two of you being together forever.

You thrusts were more shallow this time, now being able to reach the deepest parts of Natasha in the most tender way. You loved soft moments like this when you had sex with Natasha because it reminded you that even if the both of your are clouded by whorish lust, the two of you can still be gentle with each other, treating each other as if you were a fragile pair. Even though your thrusts were slower, the way your cock filled Natasha up to the brim made her moan just as loud as when you're being rough with her.

"It feels so good, It feels s'good."

You panted against Natasha's ear, breathing rather heavily as the pleasure consumed you wholly. Without even knowing, your pace picked back up again, fucking Natasha into the glass window overlooking a busy street.

"Yes, oh, my God!" Natasha came all over your legs, her sticky arousal drenching the inside of her thighs and the front of your thighs. You spun her around in your hold, walking closer to the bed then hook her leg around your waist before inserting your cock into here tight molten heat. The new angle had Natasha reeling and wrapping her arms around you in a form of hug, nearing her orgasm embarrassingly quickly then before you even know it, Natasha was drenching you once again.

You laid back on the bed, Natasha straddling you as you fucked up into her, holding her close to you. "Fuck, baby you feel so good." You let Natasha take a bit of control this time, allowing her to set a pace for herself to make her make a mess on you for a last time. Just like you'd hoped, Natasha chalked both you and herself up to the same praisable edge. You helped Natasha with hers, fondling her squishy breasts as they bounced in your face, catching one nipple into your mouth and sucking on it. As Natasha came on your cock, you following just seconds later, her body went limp in your hold, nuzzling her head in between your breast as exhaustion slowly over took her. You felt the way Natasha's body become heavier and heavier against you, making you tear up a bit as you quietly mutter into her hairline.

"I will always love you, my dearest Natasha."

You gently pushed Natasha off of you, getting up and redressing yourself before grabbing a few clothes to change Natasha into. You grabbed a damp cloth from your en suite bathroom and wiped Natasha down with it, being gentle around her genitals knowing just how sensitive she was down there. You slowly dressed her in clean underwear, pulling a new shirt around her and her favorite shorts. Unbeknownst to Natasha, you placed a chaste kiss to her temple before packing away both of your things up, getting them ready to just bring down the few flights of stairs before you left your beloved wrapped up in the bed you once shared with her. You left the place you've always known as home with tears running down your face, your previously clean shirt now wet with nonstop tears. You willed yourself to say your final goodbyes and drive away before you ran back into your lover's arms.

You left knowing she knew that she can always come back to you. The little note you left on her suitcase said everything she needed to know if ever she wanted to come back to you.

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