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songbirdofthenight · 21 days
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Play With Me?
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post divider by @kithsune WC- 1470 Join my tag list here! 
Warnings- 18+, MDNI, plus sized!fem!reader, praise (pretty girl, doll, sweets, honey, good girl), inexperienced reader (never orgasmed), fingering, 
Characters- plus sized!fem!reader X soft!Eddie Munson
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Eddie sat on the edge of his bed with his legs spread while you stood frozen between them. “Well, doll?”
Well he said like it was no big deal. Was it a big deal? This is what you wanted after all, wanted him, here, naked and waiting. Not necessarily waiting, actually, but you wanted him. “Well,” you paused. Eddie’s eyes scanned over your entire body watching as your arms crossed over your bare breast and stomach. “I’ve never, I mean, I have but…” “Take your time, pretty girl, we can go at whatever pace works for you.” You took a breath nodding to acknowledge him. Your arms uncoiled from your torso, exposing your plush skin. You’d both been nude in front of each other before but this was new, intimidating. “Eddie,” you sighed, “I want this, want you.” There was a hesitation in your tone, Eddie reached out, taking hold of your hand. “I’m not rushing you, sweetness, I will be as gentle, as kind, as patient, and as good as I can be for you. Tell me what you need?” Eddie- hardcore, rough around the edges, blasting metal till your ears bleed- Munson was here in the palm of your hand. Waiting to do whatever you asked of him. He gave your hand a squeeze, “I want,” you hesitated “...need…need you to put your hands here.” You spoke, bringing his hands just beneath your breasts. His hands were warm, calloused fingers pad at your supple skin. You moved closer, stepping carefully into his parted legs. 
Eddie’s hands carefully explored your skin, padding their way around your breast. His fingers worked their way up to your nipples, pausing for your consent. “Come on honey, I know you can use your words and tell me what you need like a good girl.” “Want you to touch me.” you managed to squeak out. “Aw sweets, I am touching you.” Eddie wiggled his fingers against your tits, just barely missing your nipples. The lack of touch was frustrating. You needed more, his hands to grope your breasts, tongue and lips exploring every inch of your body, you needed him in any way possible. You let out a whine, unsatisfied. 
“C’mon, words for me” he urged, waiting for you to spill every last dirty secret you held so tightly to yourself. “I want you to play with me, wanna feel good Eddie,” you pleaded. Play with me. The words ping ponged back and forth in his head. Here you were, stripped to nothing but your lacy panties wanting so much, yet asking so little. Eddie’s hands tapped your skin again, you nodded. With that, his fingers found their way to your nipples, thumbs pressing softly against them. It wasn’t much, a wave of relief washed over you breaking any tension in the room.
Still standing between his legs, you shuffled closer, earning more pressure from his thumbs. His fingers slid in little circles on your skin. “Feels good, Eds, need more,” you hummed as your head tilted backwards. “Can we try something?” Eddie asked, watching you slowly become more comfortable with his touch. You nodded, tilting your head back up to stare down at him with curious eyes. His fingers stopped as he moved you beside him. Eddie closed his legs, patting his lap for you to sit on. You went to straddle him, but he shook his head. “No honey, want you to sit with your back to my chest.” Confused, you listened, sitting as he asked. 
His hands snaked up your body, making their way back to your chest. In front of you was a small, slightly cracked mirror. Eddie’s eyes met yours, watching as he carefully started circling your nipples again. You stared, blushing as Eddie’s pace quickened. Your legs parted slightly, “Eds, more,” you begged. His lips found themselves pressing against your bare shoulder, sloppily kissing anywhere he could. Your hands landed on top of his, forcing more pressure into his squeezing. Eddie took his time with your tits. Fingers squeezing around them, pinching and pulling each sensitive bud. 
 Soft “uh huhs” filled the empty room around you two. Eddie adjusted himself, letting one hand continue to pinch and pull at your tit, the other gliding slowly down your midriff. Excitement bubbled in your stomach, it was unfamiliar. You moaned with each movement of his and moved your body rhythmically against his. 
Eddie felt you wiggling in his lap, your ass grinding against his stirring cock. “Can I touch you baby?” He hummed sweetly watching you squirm with pleasure. “Please Eds, need to feel you.” His hand slipped over the plush skin of your stomach, dipping into your panties. With new anticipation your breath caught in your throat. “This okay?” 
“Uh huh, just new, keep going, please.” His fingers travelled between your wet folds, easily finding your clit. You jolted at the sensation as his fingers pressed against you. Slowly, pleasure surged through you as Eddie rubbed your sensitive buds simultaneously. Your hand matched his, groping your neglected tit, body rocking with the feeling. A pit formed in your belly, sending shocks through your nerves. “Oh, Eds, god, wanna feel you.” 
“You wanna feel God baby?” he chuckled. You squeezed your thick thighs together around his hand, “Nuh uh, you, Eds. Wanna feel you.” Without hesitation, Eddie spun you around, pinning you to the bed. He loomed above you, lips crashing against yours. Eddie kissed you like he would never be able to kiss again, tongue and teeth crashing into one another, sucking either of your lips. You both wiggled yourselves up towards the head of his bed, Eddie now kneeling on either side of you. His hands were pressed beside your head while yours pulled him in. You smoothed a hand down your belly trying to reach the same pleasure he had been giving you before. 
Eddie’s cock rubbed furiously against your skin as you grinded against each other. You wiggled your fingers, trying to elicit the same feeling yet couldn’t do it. You huffed in frustration. Eddie shifted from your lips to kissing down your jaw and neck. He leaned closer, letting one arm support him. The other quickly found yours, tangling your fingers together as he circled your clit yet again. You cried out in pleasure as his fingers dipped into your soaking hole. “So wet f’me. Good girl,” he had you melting. His fingers slid in and out of your pussy flicking up with each thrust. The pads of his fingers easily knocked against your g-spot, fingers moving in an up and down repetitive motion. “Eds, ngh, eds please,” you cried out with a slightly worried tone. “What is it sweets,” 
“Feel funny,” you mumbled. 
“Where?” Your hand pressed against your lower belly. 
“H-here, Eds I gotta…” You were cut off by a sloppy kiss. Against your lips Eddie murmured “Gotta what baby?” You couldn’t respond. The feeling was strangely familiar, you’d been here before it just wasn’t as intense. You remembered the sensation of fingers touching you, everywhere, inside and out. Panic suddenly became pleasure, Eddies moans pulling you back to reality. Waves of euphoria washed over you as you moved your body with his fingers. Up, down, up, down, up, down, in. Up, down, up, down, up, up, up. His fingers hit the soft, spongy spot inside you at a relentless pace. 
You moaned his name loudly, each thrust of his fingers bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The bubble burst, you cried out moaning his name over and over again. Moans quickly became babbling. Eddie’s fingers slowed, as he slid them out of you. “Hey, hey pretty girl look at me.” Your eyes fluttered open, gazing back at him. “What do you feel?” It was a simple question, but you were unsure how to respond. Good was an understatement. You nodded at him, eyes glazed over. “Aw sweets, did I give you what you wanted?” “Needed.” You corrected him softly. Eddie smiled, “I can show you so much more pretty girl.” The idea of more was intimidating, but it excited you. “Maybe we rest first, hm?” Eddie suggested. You hummed softly, agreeing. Eddie moved off of you, shuffling the blanket over you. With a bit of awkward shuffling, Eddie slipped back into his boxers and pulled your panties back on to your tired legs. 
“Eds?” 
“Mhm?” “What about you?” You sat up and stared at his still hard cock practically springing out of his boxers. “Oh no, this, no, it's nothing. You feel good, that's all that matters.” Eddie was a horrible liar. He pressed his palm against his hard-on accidentally letting out a groan. “Eds, let me help you.” You pleaded with big, begging eyes. “Sweets no, you’re tired, we can rest.” “But Eddie,”
“Hm?” “I wanna play with you.”
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aeyunaa · 9 months
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Toxic
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Idek anymore y’all this post is kinda random so 😭💁🏻‍♂️…
Word count🍂 1.1k
Pairing🍂 san!dom x fem!reader!sub
Bdsm relationship?!
Smut warning ⚠️
Throat fucking, bondage, creampie, namecalling, degrading, spanking, oral!female receiving.
Guys the start of this seems sorta non/con…..idk y.
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It’s been a week.
52 missed calls over a hundred texts all from him, your relationship with him was difficult to define. Lovers? That couldn’t be it. You love him, he says he loves you but arguments break out every other two hours. You had enough so you left the house without him knowing and when he caught up he started blowing up your phone.
You roll your eyes and set your phone down looking up at the show playing on the tv in front of you.
Your phone starts ringing again. You think about it for a bit before answering the call last minute. “Hello?”.
“Y/n, please come home I’m not upset or anything. I just wanna talk…you can’t run away every time we have to deal with tension between us. We have to talk about it eventually. J-just come talk to me please.”
You sigh loudly before agreeing. “Fine, I’ll be over in ten.” You quickly hung up the phone. “Gosh I just made a terrible mistake didn’t I?”
10 minutes later
You felt your stomach drop to your ass when you knocked on the door. San opened it and the first thing he did was wrap both arms around your waist and pull you into a hug. “I was so worried”. You don’t say anything. After the hug San tells you that he cooked he closes the door as you walk in.
When you walk into the dining room you see the table neatly decorated with different displays and options of food items. You sat down and started eating, San was quiet, he walked behind you softly stroking the top of your head. He leaned in and he started kissing your neck leaving small purple hickeys. “S-San wait”. He softly pulls away from your neck, “look I’m sorry I left without saying anything I know I scared you, I just wasn’t thinking straight.” He nodded “I was just really worried…what you was childish…”. You cut him off “I won’t do it again”. “I know..” You didn’t know what he’d meant by that at the time.
8:00 pm evening
“Babe, can you help me really quick!” You heard San yell from upstairs so you stand up a dash up the stairs and down the hallway “can you get the remote? It fell behind the bed frame and my arms aren’t small enough to fit behind there. You nod before crawling up onto the edge of the bed, you rest the top half of your body against the silk sheets you slip your hands behind the bed and feel around after awhile you pull your hands out and grab onto the frame looking over at San who was totally staring at your ass from underneath your miniskirt. “There’s nothing there liar! You’re such a pervert!”. “Last time I checked you slept with this pervert” he grins cockily. You break character and crack a smile. He walks towards you and places a hand next to yours pressing his lips into yours. When you broke the kiss he quickly grabbed both of your wrists binding them together with the black leather belt he had on. “What are you doing?” He snuck both hands up your skirt, hooking the rim of your panties and tugging them off. The sudden coolness against your wet cunt made you shiver. “S-san?” He taps a finger on your thigh. You open your legs a bit wider allowing him a good look at your soaking heat. He smiles and cocks an eyebrow “why are you so wet already I haven’t even touched you properly yet.” His hands softly caress your ass, riding your skirt further up your body. Before you could register what he was doing, his hand rewarded your ass cheek with a hard spank. You whimper in pain as the spanking continues over and over again, landing in the same spot every time. The last spank was the hardest, you felt defeated, it’s most likely to leave a large bruise and it'd be difficult to sit comfortably for the next few days. He grabs both of your asscheeks, spreading them widely before lowering his head to meet your warmth. He slowly works his tongue through your folds and around your sensitive bud. Your body jolts forward further into the bed. He slid his tongue into you painting your walls saliva. San pulls away, licking his pretty lips clean.
“Come here..”. You sit up, back now leaning against the bed frame, he grabs your ankles pulling them towards himself laying you down properly. San reaches for his pants, unbuttoning them quickly before tugging them down with his boxers. “Now be a very good girl for me..” he crawls on top of you, setting his cock on your chin slightly rutting himself against your bottom lip. “Such a slutty little thing, you’re so much prettier with my cock on your face” he slightly pressed the head of his dick against the corner of your mouth and continued talking. “…but you'd look a little better if I just-“ with one quick thrust he managed to plant himself deep down your throat. He chuckles “wow look at that…”
His hands force your head against him once again, your nose pushed against his pelvis. It’s been going for way too long, you gag against his cock, taking all of him down your throat. your mascara runs down your cheeks through streams of tears. You look so helpless, and San is taking so much satisfaction in breaking you. He glances at you through heavy eyelids, his lips lightly parting, letting almost desperate moans and whines fall freely “fuck yess, choke on my cock slut.”. Mixtures of spit and cum coat your lips and chin. You felt you were going to faint, before you could San pulled out of your throat, resting his thick Cock on the side of your face. He flipped you into your stomach and you could feel him as he started to align himself at your entrance with one rough thrust, he was inside you. He started thrusting into your tight hole ramming into you like there was no tomorrow. He couldn’t hold on any longer.
His thrust grew faster and harder than the last. You scream his name each thrust, it makes him want to destroy you even more. The knot in your stomach grew as he repositioned, hitting your cervix with each thrust. He could feel himself getting close. Your breaths grow sharper as you clench around his cock, your back arches as you scream his name, the knot in your stomach released. “Fucckk y/n…your little cumdump just came all over my dick.” He continued thrusting into your swollen cunt. His body stiffened and you felt his warm liquid fill you up quickly spilling out of you as he pulled out. He grabs your bonded wrists and takes the belt off before pulling you into a warm hug. You were too fucked out too hug him back but he understood that, so he kissed your forehead before reaching over to the nightstand to turn off the light.
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salbei-141 · 3 months
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Be honest with me (Roman Roy x reader)
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word count: 1.1k
warnings: 18+, pure fluff and comfort, mentions of verbal abuse
a/n: Inactivity who? A rare update I know lol. Anyway y’all I’m so in love with him - honestly in love with all the Roy siblings, but Romulus got a special place in my heart <3
I love how late I jump onto writing trends for characters, but in my defence I've had this in the drafts for MONTHS. Anyway, hope you enjoy my loves <3
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The apartment was silent, it felt too out of character, especially for Roman. The both of you lay in silence on his bed, still in today's clothes.
You move your hand slowly - scared that a sudden movement would cause him to suddenly get up and leave without warning. Tentatively, you inch your fingers onto his own - he said nothing, nor did he move. Gaining more confidence and desperate to comfort him knowing how loud his mind must be right now - you encapsulate his hand within your own. They’re soft and warm - Roman was always warm to touch. You feel his hand squeeze your own back - still no words being said.
You take a deep breath, feeling the need to break the silence finally, but before you can, Roman cuts you off.
“Please don’t,” his voice came out weak - he was usually so quick witted…he just sounded tired.
“Okay,” your voice was soft - a complete dichotomy to the tone he was used to from his father and siblings.
Another 30 minutes went by in complete silence - the both of your steady breaths being the only thing heard. Your hand still lay in his - he hadn't moved an inch unless it was to gently squeeze your hand every so often.
You turn on your side, slipping your hand out of his - he still didn't move. You decided to move closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder and draping your right arm across his chest that rose up and down with each breath he took.
You studied his face - he looked like he wanted to push you off of him, and yet simultaneously he was aching to pull you closer to him. Your touch was the only touch he felt safe feeling - you'd never hurt him, and he never doubted that thought for a second, but he was just so used to being alone and pushing people away.
You were desperate to hear his voice, to understand what was running through his head. You knew he was probably going to say some stupid quip to hide how he really felt, but you'd see straight through him; he knew this and it was the scariest thing to him - that you actually saw him.
"Ro...," you were gentle - a part of him just wanted you to shout at him and tell him he was a waste of space just like his father had - it was all he knew. However, you were just too kind, you actually cared for him, and not in the way his father cared for him - if you could call it that - but in a way that was so genuine and pure that it felt wrong to him, but he craved every second of it.
His gaze moved from the ceiling to your worried face - you looked beautiful he thought, he had always thought you were the most beautiful person he knew. "Yeah," his voice sounded small and tired.
"Are you okay?" the question was stupid, you knew he wasn't, but you wondered if he'd answer you honestly - if for once he'd be vulnerable with you, and truly let you into what was going through his mind.
"What? Pfft yeah I'm fine, real fucking good...just thinking about who has bigger tits - you or Gerri...I think Gerri does," there it was...he couldn't be honest with you for a minute if he tried - he'd rather say some crude shit and hope you'd be weirded out enough like everyone else and just leave him so he could avoid sharing his emotions.
You sat up, leaning on one hand as you stared down at him while he tried to avoid your gaze which was slowly glazing over with unshed tears. "Roman...please I-...can you just be honest with me?" your voice had a slight shake - scared that you were going to push him over the edge and he'd run.
He made eye contact with you, his heart clenching in his chest, no one had made him feel the way you could make him feel, and that scared him. He didn't know what to do - his mind was screaming so many things at him all at once that he couldn't really make a decision, so he stayed silent.
Several minutes passed of you both just holding each other's gaze then he opened his mouth tentatively, "Why do you care about me? Why can't you just call me a freak or a perv and leave?" You watched as his eyes reddened and glazed over as he tried his hardest not to cry in front of you. Had you cracked him? It felt bittersweet that he might finally just be honest with you, but the pain in his eyes was tearing at your heart.
You smiled, giggling softly as you lifted a hand to his cheek and wiped away a singular tear that had managed to fall, watching as he turned his face to meet your caress - he trusted you. "Because I fucking love you Roman".
"But why?" he interrupted you like a child would trying to understand such a foreign concept that you were trying to explain.
"There's no reason - I mean there is, you're...you. I love you Roman." You were so soft with him, it felt alien to him. It broke you that he couldn't fathom the concept of someone genuinely loving him, and in such a pure way too. This love wasn't like the love from his father, nor from his siblings - it was something so foreign that he couldn't understand it, but he liked it...he liked this.
You laid back down beside him, "Come here Ro...please" your eyes had such a soft stare - they were so warm and inviting, he couldn't object to the embrace you were offering him.
Roman inched across the bed over into your arms, wrapping his arm around your waist and burying his face in your chest, while you wrapped an arm around his back, holding him close to you. You fell into a comfortable silence, holding each other without a care in the world - it was just the both of you.
"I love you too, you know?" he muttered it so quietly that it almost went unheard, but a smile spread across your face at his confession. You knew that he had probably been having an internal argument with himself on whether or not he was actually going to say it to you; without any sarcasm too.
You felt your heart fluttering in your chest and you pulled him closer to you, "Yeah I know". You tilted your head down slightly and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head. He went to open his mouth to say some sarky comment, but immediately shut it - he didn't need to feel defensive around you, not now, and not ever.
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flightlessangelwings · 8 months
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Mando M.C.
Biker!Din Djarin x fem!reader Word count- 6.1k Prompts- AU fic, hurt/comfort, “Do you trust me?” “You can’t go until I tell you” “I can’t stop thinking about you” Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), biker au, hurt/comfort, pining, feelings, protective!Din, attempted kidnapping, nondescript violence, minor character death, reader is a sex worker and uses “Amarilis” as a fake name (it’s explicitly said so), same no removing helmet rules, no use of y/n Notes- Written for @pedrostories 1k celebration, congrats you guys y’all deserve it!! The fake name "Amarilis" is a nod to my good friend @olliwan-kenobi  own biker!Din au which I have a cameo in under that name, so it's something special to me! I had a lot of fun with this one, and I just can never get enough of biker au's!! And we respect sex workers in this house (and so does Din and the rest of the Mandos)!! Enjoy!! @flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so feel free to also follow that and turn on post notifications to stay up to date on when I post new fics! Moodboard made by me! The Din vibes in that right pic are immaculate omg!
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The roar of the motorcycle echoed in the wind as the Mandalorian drove down the open road. It was a crisp, bright Nevarro day, and the long winding road was the biker’s for the taking. On the sleek black and silver bike, he could go anywhere, do anything, see anyone. But right now, there was only one place he wanted to be.
“Welcome back, Mando,” the lady of the house greeted his helmeted form as he stepped through the familiar doors.
“Madame Luna,” he nodded his head in a friendly greeting.
Neither of them knew the other’s true identities; no one used their real names behind the doors of the brothel. Madame Luna, the beautiful, tall and commanding mistress was in charge here, and she always made sure her girls were safe, protected and taken care of. It was the place to be, both as a worker and a client.
“I’m here to see…”
“I know who you’re here to see,” Madame Luna interrupted, “You always see her,” she bat her eyelashes at the leather-clad and helmeted biker, “Are you sure I can’t keep you company today, Mando?”
“I’m sure,” his tone was firm yet kind.
Before either could say anything, your hushed voice came from behind the mistress of the brothel, “Mando…” Although his chapter was well known for never removing their helmets, you recognized his silhouette anywhere.
He turned his helmet towards you and you saw his shoulders visibly relax, “Amarilis.”
No real names.
Mando looked you up and down and his fist involuntarily clenched at the sight of you. You were draped in a black silk robe and you leaned against the frame of the doorway. Like all the others who worked at the brothel, you were styled to perfection to attract those who patronized there, but there was something different about you. Something about your energy that no one else possessed drew Mando in.
“Mando,” you repeated in a more sure tone as you reached your hand out to him, “Follow me.”
Madame Luna smirked as she watched the two of you pass by, “Enjoy yourself, Mando.”
The brothel itself was dimly lit, but clean. It was frequented by many different motorcycle clubs in the area, but it was also a designated neutral space. Even if rivals were seen in the halls, it was a no-violence building. Mando himself was the one who put the deal together so that no one who worked there, no one who wasn’t involved, would ever be caught in any crossfire. 
It kept you safe.
Your hand felt warm in the Mandalorian’s gloved one as you took him into your room. It was simple, yet the space’s purpose was as plain as day. The bed sat on the far end of the small space and it was adorned with silk sheets that matched your robe. A small dresser sat on the other end, and he knew what the drawers held. Light in the room was minimal, yet it was just enough to highlight your silhouette. With the door closed and locked, you let go of his hand and looked him up and down as you fiddled with the sash of your robe.
“It’s been a while since you’ve been by, Din,” your voice was soft as your robe opened to reveal nothing but tiny lace black panties underneath, “Everything ok?”
Din’s breath hitched in his throat as he took off his gloves, the only piece of clothing that he ever removed, “Fine,” he replied as he reached out and caressed your body gently, “Guild’s been busy lately,” his gruff voice echoed from under his helmet as he felt his pants tighten. No matter how many times he saw you, it was like the first time, and his heart pounded in his chest every time.
“I was worried,” you looked into the darkness that was the visor of his helmet and imagined his eyes looking back at you. You opened your mouth to say something more, but you left it unspoken… I missed you.
Din breathed your real name as he pulled you flush against him, “Are you alright?”
Your smile lit up the room, “I am now,” your voice was raw yet hushed as you backed up both your bodies towards the bed, “But you’re here on business… So let’s get to it,” your tone turned more sultry as you bumped into the bedframe.
A single soft chuckle escaped his lips as his hands ran up and down your slides, memorizing every dip and curve of your body. Your skin warmed as you felt his eyes devour your figure, even if you couldn’t see them. Both of you let out harmonizing groans as Din hooked his fingers on the elastic of your panties and coaxed them over your hips and down your legs, dropping down to his knees as he did so.
Din’s eyes landed on your pussy, already wet for him, and he let out a low growl. His eyes ran down the length of your legs as you stepped out of the small piece of fabric. But, as you were about to use your foot to fling them aside, he grabbed your ankle, caressing you as he reached down and picked the panties up off the floor. Without looking, Din tossed them over his shoulder, and you let out a laugh as they landed right on the door handle.
“You know how I like you,” Din purred as he stood and guided your body onto the bed.
You let out another soft chortle before you rolled over onto your stomach, comfortable on the plush bed and silk sheets. You let out a whimper as you felt his calloused hands roam over your back. Din’s touch was always surprisingly tender for how strong and tough a man he was on the outside. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as he cupped your ass and gave it a firm squeeze, and you heard him groan as he kneaded the soft flesh.
A contented sigh escaped your lips as you buried your face in the sheets and Din positioned himself behind you. You heard the faint sound of his belt clicking and you felt the mattress dip by your legs. Shifting yourself so that your knees propped your ass up a bit, you heard Din let out a low growl as you presented your dripping pussy for him.
“Good girl,” the words slipped out before he would stop himself, but it only turned both of you on more.
“Din…”
He ran his fingers across your folds, savoring the wetness he felt there before he pushed two fingers inside you with little resistance. You moaned into the sheets as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you, getting you ready for his cock. Din was always so soft with you, as if he was worried he would break you if he went too hard. You almost would have wanted him to be a little rougher, but you also craved the way he handled you so tenderly.
Din groaned as he pulled his now soaking wet fingers out of you, and if it weren’t for his helmet, he would have licked them clean. But, his aching cock demanded his attention first, and instead he used his slick-coated fingers to pump himself a few times before he lined himself up with your pussy.
Slowly, Din pushed his cock into you, making both of you gasp at the same time. You clutched into the sheets as you felt his thick cock stretch you out inch by delicious inch. And Din could not look away as your pussy lips wrapped around him as he felt your warmth engulf him more and more. It was a connection unlike anything else either of you had felt, yet neither of you spoke the feelings out loud. To both of you, this was just business, At least that was the lie you both told yourselves.
“Fuck,” Din growled as he bottomed out inside of you and leaned forward so that his leather-clad body covered your bare one.
He held onto your hips as he positioned himself to thrust in and out of you. But, Din frowned from under the helmet when you hissed in pain.
“You ok?” he asked in a whisper.
“Yes,” you replied instantly, “Please, keep going.”
Din released his grip so that only his body weight kept you pinned underneath him as he slowly rocked back a bit. Gently, carefully, tenderly, he thrust forward, feeling your tight muscles around him once more. When you only moaned in pleasure, Din kept his slow yet precise pace.
With your face buried in the sheets, Din used the leverage of your back against his helmet to tilt it up just enough so that his lips were exposed, allowing him to place a series of open mouthed kisses on your back. You moaned loudly as you felt the tickle of his little hairs, his soft lips, and the sharp angle of his nose against your bare skin, and it almost made you cum then and there.
“You…” you moaned, “You can go harder… If you want… Din…” you breathed heavily as he thrust into you over and over again.
Din’s cock twitched as you begged for him. And though he never wanted to hurt you, he also couldn’t deny your request. He groaned your name as he wrapped his arms around you, propping himself up on his knees so he would pound into you harder. As he adjusted your bodies, his helmet slid back down, covering his face entirely once more. 
You cried out in pleasure as you suddenly found yourself in Din’s lap, his cock buried even deeper inside you at his new angle, as his arms held you firmly against his chest. With the new angle, your moans echoed freely in the room as he thrust into you harder and faster. And all you could do was hold on to him whenever you could grasp. 
And you loved it.
Skin slapped against skin as groaned from both of you filled the room. Din kept his grip on you tight, yet not painful. And he was careful, even lost in his bliss, not to grab onto your hip where it caused you pain. As he thrust into you at his new angle, Din again used your shoulder to push his helmet up enough to free his lips so he could nibble on your skin. It was the closest he would get to kissing you.
“Fuck… Din… I’m…”
He moved his hand and rubbed at your clit, and he growled when he felt your inner muscles clench around his cock, “Cum for me, mesh’la…”
The room spun and you saw stars as your climax hit hard. You felt so wonderfully helpless in his arms as he pounded into you over and over again, hitting your sweet spot with precision. You moaned his name as a string of curses flowed from your lips as you rode out your orgasm on his cock.
Din loved to make you cum. Feeling you fall apart in his arms, knowing how vulnerable you were in that moment, and seeing how beautiful you looked, turned him on like nothing else. And as he held you tightly in your high, Din’s own climax soon followed and he bit down on your shoulder to stifle his own groans as he spilled himself deep inside you.
Once both of you were spent, Din rolled your bodies forward and you both collapsed onto the bed. His helmet dropped back down as your body bounced on the mattress while his own stayed over on shaky arms. Heavy breaths filled the room as neither of you moved for several long moments. You lied on your stomach, your eyes closed in contentment as you caught your breath and tried to calm your pounding heartbeat. 
It was Din who broke the silence as he cupped the side of your face, “You ok?” he asked in a raspy voice.
You grinned before you opened your eyes, “Never better,” you replied as you finally opened your eyes and were met with his familiar figure hovering over you. Having never seen his face, you imagined what he looked like under the helmet. You imagined soft eyes and a kind smile. And something in you said that his eyes were brown. You had caught a slight glimpse of his hair a few times when he obviously needed it cut, and your heart fluttered at the thought of being able to run your fingers through those soft brown waves that stuck out from under his helmet.
Unaware of your internal conflict, Din extended a hand to help you up, and both of you almost gasped as a jolt pulsed through your connected hands. He cleared his throat though, and bent down and picked up your robe before he stood and strode over to the door where your discarded panties lay. You slipped your robe over your shoulders and held it closed as you watched his fingers nimbly slide them off the handle.
You studied the broadness of his back, covered completely by the leather jacket of his motorcycle club. On the back was a large skull, the Mythosaur, with the words “Mandalorian Motorcycle Club” around it. On his shoulder, Din had a patch with a mudhorn- his personal emblem. From being with Mandos from other chapters who did remove their helmets and jackets, you guessed he had both tattooed on his body. You were sure he had other tattoos as well, but the only one you ever saw was the little bullseye on his hand.
As Din turned back to you, instead of handing your panties back like you expected, he let out a mischievous exhale and balled them up before stuffing them in his leather jacket pocket. You practically saw the smirk that laid hidden behind the visor from the way his breath hitched. 
You smirked, “I usually charge extra for that you know,” your tone was playful. Another Mandalorian, who always dressed in blue and silver and had a very handsome face, a sexy accent, and flirty demeanor, was actually one of your best customers in that regard.
“I know,” Din’s voice matched yours in friskiness. And you could tell he smiled back at you with a little gleam in his eye. Without another word, he came back and settled on the bed next to you, and you were sure your heart would burst from your chest as you listened to the sound of his breathing from under his helmet. 
“I always look forward to your visits, Din,” you broke the silence with a light tone.
He let out a single amused huff, I do too…
Silence once again came over the two of you as you sat side by side on the bed. Your eyes looked around the room as you suddenly felt nervous at his side. The roughness of his leather jacket rubbed against your skin, yet it was a feeling you craved. Ever since the first time he came to you, there was something about Din that made him different from anyone else. You even trusted him enough with your real name, and he did the same.
That had to mean something, right?
“So…” you cleared your throat, “How’s Grogu?”
That made Din let out an amused chuckle, “That kid is gonna eat me out of house and home,” he laughed softly, “But he’s good. The covert is watching him right now.”
You sat in a comfortable silence before you burst into laughter.
“What is it?” Din asked, secretly savoring the sound of your laugh.
“Nothing,” you covered your face, “It’s just…” you tried to calm yourself before you continued, “I was just thinking about the first time you came here,” you snorted, “In all my years of working here, I’d never seen a man come by with his kid before.”
Din let out an amused huff, “Ok, yeah laugh it up.” But, he also couldn’t help but remember that day too. He was on the hunt for a bounty, and Grogu stayed with him in a little sidecar that Din had made for him. He had come by looking for information, and you were the one who had what he needed. Din was taken with you from the moment he laid eye on you, and he made a silent promise to return without the kid to see you more. And it was a promise he kept over and over again.
“No, no,” you waved your hands, “I didn’t mean anything by it,” you rested your hand on his knee, “I just mean you’re different… In a good way.”
“Thanks,” he huffed as his heart pounded in his chest from the way you held onto his leg.
After a few moments of calm silence, you spoke up again, “I have to say, Din,” you chuckled, “Your MC sounds more like a family than any other group that’s ever come around here.”
Din turned to you but said nothing.
“I don’t mean it in a bad way,” you raised your hands in defense, “It’s just funny how a group of bikers who have a reputation for never showing their faces and being the toughest out there are actually the easiest to get along with.”
Many members of Din’s covert came by this brothel, and he was sure that others he knew had also been with you. He wasn’t jealous, though, even if he wanted to be. He had to claim to you, and you were both free to do what you wanted and needed when the other wasn’t around. This was your job after all, just like he had his line of work. Din was only concerned for your safety, that was all. And at least he knew the other’s in his covert would treat you well. 
“That really big guy had been here a few times actually,” you continued, “He wears blue…”
Din nodded, knowing you meant Paz.
“Want to know a secret?” you leaned in with a grin on your face, “He puts on a big macho guy act… But he’s even gentler than you,” you couldn’t help but burst into laughter, which Din joined in, “Please don’t tell anyone though. He would kill me!”
“Your secret is safe with me,” Din promised. Although it amused him to be privy to that information. As the laughter died down, though, Din turned more serious, “There is something I do need,” he said plainly.
“There always is,” you sighed as you turned to face him, “Who is the unlucky bastard this time?”
It was what brought him to you in the first place. Being the most sought after brothel in Nevarro, many came by here looking for the same thing Din did. But, it also proved advantageous for his job as a bounty hunter, and the two of you struck a deal that you would help him find his targets in exchange for a cut.
Din pulled out a photo and handed it to you, and his face morphed into a deep scowl under the helmet when he saw the way your face dropped and a gasp escaped your lips.
“You know him?” he asked in a low tone, “Did he hurt you?” every muscle in his body tensed.
You swallowed hard and nodded, “His group asked for a girl for a party two days ago and it paid well so I volunteered,” your hands trembled as you clenched the photo, “They weren’t too bad, just a little rougher than I expected.”
They just unknowingly signed their death certificates. “Where can I find them?” he growled.
A gasp escaped your lips at his sudden change in tone, and you weren’t quite sure what to make of it. You turned to Din and saw the way his fists clenched and his posture stiffened. You had become good at reading his body language over the time he had been coming to you, and you could tell he was pissed. And yet, it made your heart beat even faster.
Before you answered him, you grabbed his shoulders and straddled his waist, facing him as he remained seated on the bed, “How about another round first,” you purred as you rocked your hips against his and let your robe fall open, “On the house…”
Din groaned as he immediately rested his hands on your hips, careful not to hurt you but still hold you securely, “Yeah?” he asked with an obvious smirk in his tone.
“Yeah,” you whispered as you leaned in closer, your pulse running wild as he rested his helmeted forehead against yours. 
*
It was dark by the time Din reached his destination: a rival MC’s clubhouse. He didn’t tell you the whole story; you didn’t need to know. But, his target, and the others in the group, were part of a new club that had been terrorizing the borders of Nevarro. They were a threat to the Mandalorians, and to everyone who lived closeby, so they had to be taken care of. Quickly and quietly. And being the best at what he did, Din volunteered to be the one to take the job. But, since he found out that they had hurt you too, it suddenly became more personal for him. 
By the looks of the clubhouse, most of the group was there, and they all passed out after another night of heavy partying. Din rode his bike close enough that he would walk towards the dimmed house without being heard or spotted. His breaths came out in short, heavy bursts as he fastened a silencer on his gun and readied himself.
Without a sound, Din made his way through the back doors, taking out the two prospects that slept on the porch on the way. The floors creaked softly as he stepped inside, but he quickly shot three more men who were passed out drunk nearby. He crossed the doorway into another room where he fired on more unsuspecting, sleeping bikers.
But, as he got into the main room, one of them stirred and shouted as he recognized the figure in the shadows as an intruder. The rest of the men who snored on the floors and couches quickly snapped alert and reached for their guns.
“Shit,” Din cursed under his breath as he ducked for cover.
He easily took out two of the five men who fired at him before he ran towards another. Din evaded fire from the drunken men, shooting one of them dead on his way towards his target. With an angry growl, he tackled the man in the photo he showed you to the ground, punching him and nearly knocking him out as they collided with the floor.
“How…” the man wheezed, “How did you find us?”
“A friend,” Din answered in a voice that even he barely recognized, “Someone you hurt… And you will pay for…”
“Fuck,” he coughed as the realization became plain on his face. He didn’t have time to worry about it too long, though, as Din punched him several more times until the red on his face matched the rage that pulsed though Din’s veins.
With a heavy sigh, Din finally leaned back and surveyed the room. Bodies laid scattered all over the place, and the smell already started to invade his senses. But, before he could relax his tense shoulders and call the job done, a gunshot rang through the air, and Din quickly launched himself behind one of the couches for cover.
“You’ll pay for this, Mando!” a voice screamed over another gunshot, “I know there’s only one person who could have told you where to find us,” he sneered darkly as he holstered his gun and ran towards his bike, “I’ll have to pay her a visit…”
“No…” Din breathed as he bolted towards the man who already mounted his bike. Din pulled out his gun and fired several times as he started to ride away, but he missed every time. “Shit,” he spat as his heart pounded in his chest. He ran in the opposite direction toward his own bike parked in the shadows and he prayed to the Maker that he would reach you in time.
*
The sun was just starting to set the next day as you bid farewells to the others inside the brothel and stepped out back. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, savoring the fresh air as the sun warmed your skin. Turning to lock the door behind you, you faintly heard the sound of a motorcycle in the distance, but you didn’t think anything of it. Bikers came by almost daily, and you were confident that Din wouldn’t be back so soon. 
Suddenly, a gloved hand clasped over your face, covering your mouth while another strong hand grabbed your arm and yanked you against a strong body. You tried to scream, but your cries were muffled by the hand over your mouth, and your struggles were useless since the stranger who grabbed you was bigger and stronger than you.
“You think you can tell your Mando fuckbuddy where to find us and get away with it? Huh?” a familiar voice sneered in your ear, “Well I’m going to make you pay for that, bitch!”
You gasped as you knew that voice: the vice president from the group that Din was after. The same one that you entertained at a party just a few days prior. Realizing just how dire your situation was, you failed your body and tried to fight back. But, he only laughed darkly at your attempts to free yourself.
But, just as quickly as his hands were on you, they were suddenly ripped away and you fell forward towards the door. Turning around, you saw Din’s figure blocking you from your attacker. He acted so fast, pulling out his gun and shooting the man twice in the head without a second thought. You gasped as you saw the blood pool underneath the other biker’s now lifeless body and your eyes went wide. It wasn’t until you heard your name in Din’s comforting voice that you pulled your eyes away.
“Hey,” he cupped your face and guided you to look into his helmet, “Don’t look,” he breathed your name again as he looked you over, “Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”
You looked at Din wide-eyed for several moments before you swallowed hard and shook your head, “No,” you whispered, “I’m… I’m ok… But Din…”
“Listen to me,” the urgency was clear in his voice, “Go back inside and stay there until I come back,” Din tightened his grip on you, “I have to get rid of the body. I’ll be back in one hour. Do not leave until I come for you. Ok?”
You nodded as you trembled in his grip, “Ok.”
Both of you knew why he had to act fast. The truce that Din himself helped to create to make the brothel a safe and neutral zone had just been violated. If anyone were to find out, it could be all out war between the MCs. But, none of that mattered to Din. He would break a thousand truces if it meant keeping you safe. 
So many thoughts ran through your head as you sat inside waiting for Din to return. But, at the same time, the hour went by in an instant and before you knew it, he knocked at your door once more. 
“You alright?” he asked again as he took your hand.
“Yeah…” your voice sounded vacant, as if you weren’t fully there.
“Come with me,” Din helped you up and led you to his bike, “I’m getting you out of here until we know it’s safe again. Here,” he handed you his spare helmet, “I’ll keep you safe.”
Your gaze dropped down to the helmet in his hand and for a moment you felt like you weren’t in your body. But, Din’s words kept you grounded and brought you back, “I know you will,” you replied as you slid it on and got on the back of his bike, wrapping your arms around his strong torso.
“Hold on,” he said over his shoulder before he took off.
The wind in your face wasn’t bitter, but calming. With each gust of air, you smelled the scent of his leather jacket and the warmth of his body remained a comfort for you as he drove you far away from the brothel. If it were any other circumstance, the bike ride would have been exhilarating, but the mix of emotions almost drowned out the excitement of finally getting to ride the bike with him. You buried your face in his board shoulder as he revved the bike to go faster down the long, winding road.
“We’re here,” Din shouted over the roar of his bike.
You looked up and saw a small house in the middle of nowhere. There wasn’t much to it, but you noticed a small pond in the front and a lot of trees surrounding it. It looked tucked away and hard to find, but it also felt warm and welcoming at the same time.
“Where are we?” you asked as Din helped you slip the helmet off.
“A safe house,” he said plainly as he led you inside. 
Your heart fluttered in your chest as you took in the surroundings. The house wasn’t anything special, just a small kitchen and living space, with doors for a bathroom and 2 small bedrooms. But it felt comforting… and familiar. Not as if you’d been there before, but you knew who it belonged to…
“This is your house isn’t it?” you asked in a breathless tone.
Din turned to you and stared at you for a long moment, “Yeah,” his voice was just as soft, “Grogu likes to play in the pond outside… He’s good at catching frogs,” he tried to lighten the mood a bit. When you looked at him and smiled softly, it made his heart skip a beat.
“It feels like you,” you replied as you wrapped your arms around yourself.
“Are you cold?” Din sounded concerned as he pulled you close and guided you to the couch on the far end of the room.
“No… I’m not sure why I did that.” You felt nervous all of a sudden, like you did the first time you were alone with Din. Before you knew his name, and he knew yours. Something about being in his home made things feel different. You felt safe, that wasn’t the issue. What you weren’t sure about was what this meant for the two of you now. The way he didn’t hesitate to kill a man, to break a truce, to protect you. The way he held you so tenderly and let you into his home. It had to mean something…
“Hey,” Din said your name so sweetly as he cupped your face, “You’re safe here,” the resolve in his voice sent a shiver up your spine as he held you, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
You swallowed hard as you looked at him wide eyed.
Din rubbed his thumb across your cheek as his own heart pounded in his chest, “Do you trust me?”
You looked into the darkness of his helmet and swore you saw his eyes looking back at you, “Yes,” you breathed without hesitation.
He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a bandana, something his people always kept in case their helmets came off, and gently rolled it before he brought it up to your eyes and securely fastened it.
“That ok?” his low voice felt louder in your ears as your sight was completely blocked.
“Yeah,” your voice trembled as you sat in the darkness and listened for his next movement.
Din slid his helmet off and set it down with a soft thud. He blinked his eyes to adjust to the soft light that the low sun illuminated the room with as you let out a deep breath. You looked so beautiful in the setting sun, and Din couldn’t help but reach out for you once more, tracing your face with his hands.
You gasped when you felt his breath on your face for the very first time. “Din…” you breathed as you reached out and clung to his leather jacket.
With a low murmur of your name, Din closed the gap between your faces with a deep and passionate kiss. You immediately parted your lips to allow him in, and the taste of his tongue on your made all the emotions you felt bubble to the surface and explode. He groaned into you as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in as close as possible while he explored your mouth. Din swallowed the whimper you let out as he kissed you even harder, allowing the kiss to voice all his unspoken feelings.
But, neither of you could stay locked together forever, and eventually you needed to break away for air. With a gasp, your chest rose and fell with deep breaths as you heard Din do the same. Without another word, he grabbed the back of your head and yanked you against him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. The leather of his jacket engulfed your senses and you rested against Din’s shoulder and settled into his arms.
“Listen… I…” Din started but stopped with a sigh as he struggled to find his words.
“Din?” you tried to push yourself up, but he kept you pinned against his broad, strong body.
“You can’t go until I tell you,” his voice wavered for the first time since you’d known him.
“What is it?” you asked in a whisper as you clung to his jacket.
“I was afraid,” he admitted with a sigh, “I… I didn’t know if I would get to you in time…” It was the first time in a long time something like this happened. The last time Din was this scared, Grogu had been taken to be used against him, and the rage he felt carried him until he got his kid back. It was a similar feeling to today, and it wasn’t something he ever wanted to feel again.
Before you could say anything though, Din continued, “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he brought his thoughts back to the present, “You and Grogu… You’re my world… You’re my everything,” he sighed, “I don’t know what I would do without either of you,” he paused as he felt you tighten your grip on him, “What I’m trying to say is…” Din let out a deep breath, “I love you.”
You choked back a sob as tears filled your eyes and dampened the bandana around your eyes, “Din…” you could’t believe the words you were hearing, but you also didn’t want to pinch yourself if you were dreaming, “I love you too,” you whispered.
Din responded by holding you even tighter, as if he couldn’t get you close enough. Having you here in his home, in his arms, was more than he could ask for. The two of you stayed like that until the sun completely set, leaving the world to be illuminated by the moon instead. And you looked even more beautiful in the light of the moon.
After some time, Din murmured in your ear, “Why don’t we go get the kid and bring him back home?”
“Home…” you echoed with a grin, “I like the sound of that.”
Din smiled against your face, and you felt the muscles in his cheek against yours, “I do too.”
Carefully, he slid his helmet back on and untied the bandana from your eyes, wiping away a stray tear as he did so. You blinked your eyes open and gave him the warmest smile as his hand cupped your jaw once more in his usual affectionate gesture. 
“Want a ride?” he asked with a jovial tone in his voice.
You chuckled, “Yeah.”
Taking his hand, you went back to his bike and this time you both took your time setting onto it. You weren’t in a rush this time, and you could really appreciate the feeling of the motor beneath you and the strong, capable driver in front of you. Wrapping your arms around his waist again, you rested yourself on his shoulder, making yourself comfortable. Din touched the tip of his helmet against yours once before he revved the bike and took off. Together, the two of you flew down the road, towards your future. 
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Taken pt. 8
If Bucky Barnes could time travel, he would go back to that morning. He would hold you a little tighter in his arms, and he would kiss you a little deeper. He would pull your daughter in between the two of you, letting her giggle as loudly as she wants whilst her parents kiss her cheeks and tickle her belly. If Bucky Barnes could time travel, he would have told you not to go to the park—to go anywhere else. But Bucky Barnes can’t time travel, and his wife and daughter are gone.
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warnings: swearing, blackmail, mention of murder, themes of conspiracy, canon typical violence.
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He doesn't cry, though. He doesn't scream or hit anything. No, he can't. Not yet. For now he can only hold his sleeping daughter close to him and listen to the gentle breathing of a child who hasn't slept or eaten well in weeks.
It is all he can do to stay strong for his daughter.
The trip back to the States from Siberia was certainly tense, but Bucky is certain that it was preferable to the conference room he is currently sat in. He has been in many a debriefing, but he has never been in one reliant on a toddler.
“Bec, honey,” Natasha says softly to Rebecca, “I know it’s all bad memories, but can you tell me what happened to you and your mom while you were away?”
Rebecca looks at Natasha unsure before looking up at Bucky from where she sits in his lap. She had developed a habit of looking to you for permission to speak while in HYDRA’s custody and the habit has transferred to Bucky. After all, the toddler essentially traded one parent for another.
Bucky smiles encouragingly at his daughter, “Go ahead, love.”
Becca looks back to Natasha and takes in a deep breath.
“Just start from the beginning, yeah?” Natasha encourages.
Becca nods shyly before finally speaking.
“Mommy and I were at the park. I was swinging really high and jumping off. Then, Mommy said we had to leave, and she started walking really fast. Then we were in a box, and it was dark, and I was really hungry. We were there for a long time.”
Bucky bites the inside of his cheek while he rubs his flesh hand comfortingly up and down his daughter’s arm.
“You’re doing great, sweetie,” Natasha says. “What happened next?”
Becca nods. “Dr. Frost took us to the room where he hit Mommy. He wanted to know about “The Asset.” Mommy said that was Daddy.”
Bucky visibly tenses in his seat and makes eye contact with Natasha in front of her. She sends him a tense smile in hopes of providing some comfort.
“What did Dr. Frost want to know about your dad?” Steve chimes in. While Natasha sits in the chair directly across the table from Becca, where she sits in Bucky’s lap, Steve sits at the head of the conference table a few feet away.
Bucky had insisted that not too many people were in the room to question Becca when Steve finally convinced him to let the team talk to her.
“Buck, I know you don’t want her to have to think about it anymore, but if we’re going to stop Morozov and avenge Y/N, we need to talk to her. She’s the only one who knows anything, and we’re desperate for a lead here, pal.”
“He kept asking Mommy about words that didn’t work.”
“Do you know why he wanted to know that?” Steve pushes.
“Steve,” Bucky warns as he becomes exceedingly more uncomfortable with the interrogation of his daughter. Steve makes eye contact with Bucky, and the face he sends tells Bucky he has no intent to back down. But he’s sorry about it.
“They wanted to keep me,” Becca says, scrunching her face.
Bucky scrunches his own face in confusion, and anyone observing the pair would be able to note their resemblance on the facial expressions alone.
“What do you mean, honey?” Natasha asks tensely.
“I do not know,” Becca says, confusedly looking back up at her dad. “But Mommy got really angry and pulled the…” she trails off, searching for a word you’d taught her all those weeks before. “Handcuffs?” Becca says, continuing when Bucky nods, assuring that she is making sense. “Mommy pulled her handcuffs off the wall. They wanted her after that.”
The three adults look at each other, trying to make sense of Becca’s story. Nothing was adding up. If they wanted Becca to begin with, why would they stop? Why would they kill you just to return her?
“We were there for a long time after that. They hit Mommy a lot. They asked her to do something for them, but she said they had to give me back to Daddy.
“They took her away. When she came back, they hurt her until she stopped moving.”
Becca finishes her testimony, and the Avengers are nowhere closer to understanding what HYDRA was planning. Bucky, however, begins to think about all his daughter shared, and he thinks maybe—just maybe—they didn’t actually kill you.
A month goes by and Bucky Barnes insists his wife isn’t dead. His friends all insist he’s grieving, but he knows better. Something about Rebecca’s story just doesn’t add up, and he is sure there’s more going on than his daughter could possibly know.
He has taken to keeping to himself, only really talking to Becca, who he has diligently kept close to him at all times. So, when he is called in for a meeting for the first time since Rebecca’s rescue mission, he isn’t sure what to do. He settles for letting her sit in the briefing room with her headphones on, turning on a cartoon for her to watch. After she’s settled, he turns to the team.
“What do we got?” He asks, mouth held tensely in a thin line.
Then, with the flourish expected from the director of SHIELD, Nick Fury waltzes into the room, answering Bucky’s question as he goes.
“President Atkins was found dead in the presidential suite of the White House at 9 AM this morning,” he says, taking a seat at the head of the table. He presses his fingers together in a triangle formation, taking on an introspective look of sorts.
A wave of shock passes through the Avengers.
“If we’re all here,” Tony speaks up from his seat at the conference table, “it must not have been a natural death.” He says it as a statement, but it is a question.
“Exactly,” Fury confirms. “We’re not sure who or how, but someone is loose who is capable of breaking through top of the line security without being detected.”
“So, possibly inhuman? Alien?” Bruce muses from Tony’s right.
“Or, it’s a defected SHIELD agent,” a new voice speaks up.
The room’s attention is drawn to a darkened corner of the large conference room. Bucky squints to make out the figure of a man, and he is surprised he hadn’t noticed the stranger before. Then again, one doesn’t have to be on guard at all times when surrounded by Earth’s mightiest.
The faces of the original Avengers team are confused, and Bucky wonders if the stranger is someone they know.
Finally, the man steps forward.
“Sorry to scare you guys. I’ve just always wanted to do that. The light was out in the corner, and I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Coulson?” Steve asks surprised.
“You died in The Battle of New York,” Natasha says, shock evident in her voice.
“Only for a few minutes,” Coulson shrugs with a lighthearted grin.
“Where have you been?” Tony asks tensely.
“Tahiti. It’s a magical place,” Coulson says ominously and with a smile.
Steve, Tony, and Natasha share a look. Coulson makes eye contact with Bucky.
“Sargent Barnes, it’s a pleasure to meet you! You know, if you have a minute later, I have a trading card of you and,” Coulson rambles only to be cut off by Fury.
“Agent Coulson,” Fury says, quickly ending Coulson’s fanboying and placing the conversation back on track.
Coulson straightens up and nods, clearing his throat.
“Like Director Fury said, President Atkins was found dead in his room this morning. We have reasonable evidence to believe this was an assassination carried out by a former agent.”
“And what evidence is that?” Bucky asks, eyeing Becca in the corner to make sure she’s still occupied with her show.
“Well,” Coulson says, moving to grab the tablet sitting on the conference table. “After the death of the president, two more assassinations took place.
“The Secretary of Defense, Elizabeth Fitzgerald, was found deceased in her home at 11:26 AM, and the Director of Homeland Security, Antonio Smith, was found deceased in his office in the capital building at 12:58 PM.”
“Okay,” Sam speaks up for the first time since Bucky had arrived. “That still doesn’t explain what makes you think a former SHIELD agent is responsible.”
“I’m glad you asked,” Coulson says, turning to a screen on the wall to his right. He taps the tablet and security footage appears.
Bucky and the team—Steve, Tony, Bruce, Sam, Natasha, Wanda, and Clint—all turn their attention to the screen. Bucky thinks the camera is portraying the backside of the U.S. Capital Building—a camera meant to watch the perimeter.
“SHIELD received this video from a trusted source within the Capital earlier today,” Fury says, nodding for Coulson to play the footage.
The video plays, and seemingly nothing is out of the ordinary at first. The wind gently blows the grass far below the camera, and no one is walking on the pavement directly below the camera. Approximately 30 seconds into the video, though, the camera catches movement in the bottom right corner of the screen. A figure swiftly walks to the edge of the Capital’s platform, quickly looks back over their shoulder, and jumps off the platform.
“Wait, go back,” Tony says.
“Was that?” Wanda asks, looking warily at Natasha who nods to say she saw it, too.
“There’s no way,” Sam says, leaning forward in his seat as if to see the frozen frame better.
“So, when you said a former agent, you meant…” Clint trails off, looking at Fury and Coulson for confirmation.
Bruce sits next to Tony, hands clasped underneath his chin in thought, eyes trained on the screen, analyzing it.
Coulson and Fury nod, but before anyone else can say anything, Bucky speaks.
“It’s Y/N.”
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tinkerbelle05 · 1 year
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Characters: Ronal/Tonowari x child!reader
Warning: none just fluff
Summary: Just some fluffy headcanons. Didn’t wanna focus too much on the pregnancy but I can make one if that’s the people’s will
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Finding out and telling people
When Ronal found out about you, she was ecstatic and thanked Eywa for her beautiful blessing. She would protect you with her life and make sure you knew you were loved.
She rushed out of the shared Marui she had with her mate (knowing that it would be a bit fuller made her heart swoon) and rushed throughout the village looking for her mate.
When she found him, she made sure to have a passive expression on her face and slowed her movement.
“Ma Tonowari, we need to talk,” she whispers to him. Eventually, they’ll tell the clan but right now, she wants this to stay between the two.
He nods and excuses himself from his previous arrangement.
“What is the problem, Ronal?” He saw that she was vibrating with happiness and had a big, bright smile on her face. Which was very much not Ronal.
She takes a deep breath to ground herself, “I am with child, Tonowari.”
He blinks, then blinks again. Ronal could see the moment when it hits him. He laughs, loud and boisterous. He pulls her close into an embrace and plants kisses on her face.
He puts her down and smiles, “This is…oh thank Eywa.”
Roa was delighted to hear the news and couldn't wait to meet the baby. But Ronal could sense her sadness and gave her some comfort. It was hard for her spirit sister to have a calf.
She leaned her forehead on her spirit sister’s, “Do not fret, my sister. You will be with a child. I just know it.”
For a few weeks, Ronal and Tonowari mutually agreed to keep this little secret to themselves. To have a little something for themselves.
When she a month pregnant, Ronal announced the news to the clan at the communal dinner.
As expected the whole clan was overjoyed at the news. Everyone came up to express congratulations, give gifts, or blessings.
Meeting you
The pregnancy and birth went smoothly and had no complications.
When Tonowari saw you his first thought was that you were just beautiful, it was as simple as that.
Ronal and Tonowari never thought they could love a person this much, yet here they are.
The ceremony welcoming you into the clan was lovely. Their spirit brothers and sisters had returned also which just made the whole thing better.
When Ronal introduced you to Roa, she was happy for her sister. Together they sang songs welcoming you.
“They are just as beautiful as you, Ronal and they have Tonowari’s strong presence,” she complimented the newborn.
“Thank you for your kind words.”
Tonowari held you high above his head and the clan all interlocking with eachother. “(Y/N)!” He yelled out.
“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” The clan chanted out.
Your birth meant that the Metkayina clan would prosper well into the future. They would be in good hands when your time would come to rule.
Overall, you were loved by your clan and everyone was excited to see the person you would become.
Life with you
Ronal holds you to her chest and sings little lullabies to you every night.
When he’s out and about Tonowari has you in this little baby carrier. Some of the clan members stop him to say hello to you or to gush about how cute you are.
He’s such a soft dad y’all.
Whenever you are crying, he’ll rub circles on your back and hums a little song to you.
It works every single time.
To get you to eat your food, Ronal would say, “Here comes the skimwing..” You would eat whatever was in the spoon, even if you were disgusted by it seconds ago.
When she is working you would be strapped to her chest, similar to Tonowari. If their injury is not too severe, the patient would laugh at your antics.
Tonowari is totally whipped for you and there’s nothing Ronal could do about.
Don’t get me wrong.
You got her wrapped around your tiny chubby finger too.
But she doesn’t want you to be spoiled and lack manners.
As you grow up, you became more curious around your surroundings. Always wanting to wander off into the beach, maybe hangout with the baby ilus in their pens.
You gave your parents multiple heart attacks with your behavior when they thought the absolute worst would come.
But even then…
You would still cry long into the night if you didn't get to sleep with them. You had your own bed in the pod but you liked sleeping with them.
It was just more comforting for you.
“No, they need to sleep on their own,” Ronal protested as Tonowari walked to their bed with you in his arms.
“I know my love, I know. But can't that lesson be taught another night?” He smiles down at you. He turns around and shows her your peaceful face. “How can you say no to this face?”
Ronal only sighs and shakes her head. She had 2 babies, she couldn't believe it.
“Fine, Tonowari. When this comes back to bite you in the butt don't come to look at me.
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Taglist: @crabcollectorskykid, @sillydog3-4-5
Like, reblog, or comment if you wish. See ya in the next one, friends.
Also lemme know if you want more of these headcanons, like them growing up, meeting the Sully’s, etc.
Reminder: My asks, suggestions, and requests are all open.
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spidrstar · 8 months
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A LITTLE BIT MORE
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★ pairing: aged up!miles1610 x latina!reader
★ warnings: all characters in this story are 18!!! suggestive i think?
★ summary: Miles has been your math tutor for the past few months and you can’t lie, he’s been sort of your lil bestfriend too because you tell him all about your boy problems and everything. It got to a certain point where you were about to let something personal slip.. specifically how you didn’t know how to kiss. Miles may be a lil nerd n a tutor n all but he still gets play, so you asked him to show you how to kiss and it slowly turned into more than that.. a make out session.
★ w/c: 2k
★ a/n: ok so ik i put up a poll for y’all to choose but.. i rly wanted to write abt 1610 miles esp for this one shot 😣 sry yall i got yall w the next one shot tho trust🙏
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“Miles, please don’t make me do this problem on my own.. you know how I am with fractions.”
You groaned at just the sight of the problem and leaned back on your arms.
For context, you were currently in Miles’ room with three different text books sprawled out open on the floor. He’s been your math tutor for the past four months because you failed your last two math classes and couldn’t afford to fail one more because that would cause you to fail the grade. Today, you were both going over things that were going to be in your test at the end of the marking period.
You’ve been studying non-stop all week and grew tired of it (even though all you mostly did was get off topic and have endless conversations with Miles.)
“Y/n, c‘mon you can’t do this every time i’m tutoring you. Just try.” Miles smiled at your reaction to the math problems in the book.
“Can we please just take a small break?”
“..Y/n our last break was 5 minutes ago.”
“Exactly my point!! It’s been too long.”
He chuckled at you and had no choice but to give in. It’s not like he didn’t enjoy the silly conversations you both had. You both saw each other as.. you wouldn’t say therapists but more of a.. comfort friend? Just someone you could talk to freely basically. At this point you were practically each others best friend, you just hadn’t noticed it yet.
Miles always enjoyed your company, no matter what you both were doing as long as it was together. You rarely ever hung out together if it wasn’t involved with tutoring, but that wasn’t a bad thing. You would almost get tutored everyday because math just really wasn’t something you were good at..
“Soo.. what’s with you and that guy what was his name.. Ethan?”
“It’s Evan, and we fell out. I found him talking to two of my friends at the same time and I wasn't gonna stay around to see that unfold. I told them of course, just didn’t wanna be there to witness the outcome.”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, Miles knew your situation with guys very very well. He knew almost all of the guys you messed around with, well.. weren’t the best. If he was honest, they sucked ass. They all seemed to go after you for one thing, your body. Miles always hated the idea of you talking to another guy, not in a weird or possessive way of course, he was just over protective of you. He always remembers the nights you would text him asking him if he was free just to cry in his arms.
Sometimes you would come in all moody to your study sessions too and for you that was off, because when you opened your mouth it never seemed to shut.
He palmed his face and sighed in disappointment of yet another shitty guy you messed with.
“I told you he seemed off. He was wayy too friendly for a guy that ‘only wanted to be with you’ I never trusted him and i’m proud to say i didn’t.” Miles quoted with his fingers.
You smiled and looked down at the floor deep in thought, “Yeah well, he was ugly anyways. Personality wise too, he never really made me laugh. When I did laugh around him I would laugh at him, not with him. Y’know?”
“Yeah, I would notice. Your laughs never seemed genuine around him.” He shrugged.
You smirked and cocked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what’s ‘genuine’ to you?”
Miles leaned in and placed his palms on his knees looking up at the ceiling thinking of what to say.
“Like.. it’s hard to explain. Around me, your laughs just have a higher pitch and you lose your breath much quicker and you make random sounds while laughing which is what gets me to laugh. Then, around him your laughs were like so motone and you didn’t really hold onto your stomach as if it hurt from laughing so much, you get me?”
You stared at him in disbelief from how much he went into detail, you never thought of how much he really paid attention to you. Your face was a little bright red, you were flustered because you just felt so.. special? The feeling was unknown.
“Wow.. that’s—that’s a lot. I get what you mean though, his jokes were never as funny as yours were. You don’t even have to try to make me laugh.” You smiled.
He smiled back and made a proud expression, you knew what was coming next. Miles always made this face when he was about to brag about something.
“Thank you, I get that a lot from girls. I always make sure to keep them entertained and never treat them like shit. I don’t understand how you manage to find guys like that, I would never do what they do. Pretty sure my ma would kill me.” He chuckled at the last sentence.
You rolled your eyes at the bragging, you knew Miles had game and had many many girls falling for him. I mean, who wouldn't fall for him? Look at him, he has a great personality, he's caring, a momma's boy which, by the way, is totally adorable and he’s just so sweet and genuine. His smile was contagious and he was attractive too of course..
You snapped back to reality, your mind wandering off somewhere else.
“Bet you got lots of bitches huh.” You choke out a laugh trying to ignore the thoughts lingering at the back of your head.
“Nah, it may seem that way but I honestly got my eye set on one girl. I’m not bout that ‘playa’ shit y’know? Gotta keep it real and let ‘em know that cause leading people on ain’t what i’m about.”
You looked at him intensely, really wondering who this girl was. Although you felt the urge to beg him to tell you because you knew how stubborn he was, you didn’t. You were scared you weren’t gonna like his answer so you brushed the feeling aside.
You wouldn’t admit it to anyone but yourself (barely) you had feelings for Miles, you weren’t aware of it until about a month ago when you went on countless dates. On every single one, Miles was in your head and you couldn’t seem to focus on the person in front of you.
“That’s surprising, if you’re not a player like you say you aren’t how do you treat your girls?” You quickly switched the topic and switched the rolls.
“Well, ion be messin’ around with other girls or on that friendly shit y’know? Every chance I get ima flaunt my girl like she’s the lottery.” He smiled proudly.
You scoffed in jealousy. “Wow, I wish there were more guys like you shit ONE like you at least.”
Miles blushed a bit at the way you said you wanted someone like him. He quickly recovered and perked a brow, scoffing with a proud expression.
“Yeah well, I'm one of one. Can’t find anyone like me.”
“I just can’t believe it, I haven’t even been with one guy who’s good enough to show me how to-“
You quickly saved yourself from the embarrassment and threw your hands over your mouth. Miles took notice of this and he raised a brow at you and moved slightly closer.
“Show you how to what?” He asked, smirking only slightly.
Heat rose to your cheeks, you covered your face and grumbled from already feeling embarrassed even though you hadn’t even told him yet. You hid yourself in your knees not wanting to face him.
“C’mon I promise I won't laugh!” He begged.
“Yes you will! I know you!”
“I swear on my pet hamster's life I won't.” He spoke seriously.
You looked up a bit, sighing and agreeing to say what was on your mind, you had always been ashamed of it because you never really kissed just anyone. You wanted it to be special, of course you’ve kissed a few but your old self thought they were special when they weren’t.
“F-Fine. I—I..don’t know how to kiss.” You whispered the last part lowly, too embarrassed to say it outloud.
“A lil louder than that Y/n, it’s just you and me here c’mon.” He sweetly smiled at you placing a hand on your back.
“I don’t know how to kiss.” You said bluntly, looking straight to avoid his striking gaze.
All that could be heard were stifled chuckles and you turned to stare at the culprit, Miles was cupping his mouth with both hands trying not to burst out laughing straight in your face. You smacked the back of his head and scolded him for swearing.
“Miles! You swore on your hamster's life!”
Laughter erupted from him and could be heard loudly throughout the room. Soon he calmed down and collected enough breath to speak.
“He died like a week ago, it's fine.”
“What?! And you didn’t tell me?? Tu si eres malo.”
“Whatever, back on topic. You don’t know how to kiss? How? You’re like, genuinely one of the prettiest girls I know.”
You blushed at both the comment and from embarrassment. You were 18 almost 19 and didn’t even know how to properly have a make out session, not that it was your fault. All the guys you messed with genuinely sucked, and your lips were far too precious for you to just place them on anyone.
“Hey! No es culpa mía, i bet you’re not even good at kissing either.” I huffed angrily.
“Actually, I'm quite known for being a great kisser para tu información.” He admitted proudly.
Then, an idea spiked up in your head. He was your best friend.. you think? Might as well take this perfect opportunity to ask him for a favor, a huge one. This had you nervous though, because it could go two ways. He would say yes and show you and you both would continue to live your lives as if nothing happened, as normal friends right? Or.. you would be embarrassed for the rest of it if he said no. How would you recover from that? Whatever.. might as well do it now and pray nothing bad happened.
“Miles?” You finally spoke, with a serious tone hiding behind your words.
“Yes?”
“Could you.. um—do me a favor?” You spoke shyly, a wave of nervousness was coming at you and strong.
“Depends. What is it?” He spoke more lowly now with curiosity, he subconsciously moved closer to you to hear you clearly. In case you’d decided to whisper again since that was a habit.
You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for what was to become. This determined whether or not you would ever talk to him or see him the same, you seriously thought you wouldn’t be able to recover from this.
“Could you..maybe.. teach me?” You looked down at the floor again, biting the inner corner of the inside of your cheek. You were slightly sweating from how nervous you were.
A few seconds of silence passed before you looked up nervously. Many thoughts racing in your mind right now;
‘What if he was making fun of me in his head right now?’
‘What if he didn’t want to be friends with me anymore?’
‘What if he thought I was weird?’
‘What if he hates me now?’
Your thoughts were quickly put to a pause when he spoke up, you thought you were dreaming when you heard the words escape his mouth.
“Sure, I’ll teach you. But are you sure like, completely sure you wanna do this? I’m kinda rough with it, and i don’t know if you’d like it.” He spoke softly when looking at you.
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, shutting your eyes and nodding. You smiled sweetly at him, your heart speeding up with a hint of excitement. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about kissing Miles at least once.
“Yes, I'm sure.” You stared at his eyes then his lips wide eyed, your eyes glistening with anticipation. Your lips were slightly parted as you oh so wanted to lean in and just kiss his pretty lips already, but you waited for him to instruct you on what to do.
He moved closer to you and sat in front of you staring at you with slightly hooded eyes. He smirked as he spoke and that’s all you seemed to notice.
“Alright, first you needa part your lips slightly which i see you’re already doing. Then, you just tilt your head to whichever side you prefer and lean in. Close your eyes obviously, then just follow my lead. Simple, you got it?”
You nodded once again, and blushed lightly as he leaned in closer. His hand made his way up and he gently placed it on the side of your neck and tilted his own head shutting his eyes to kiss you.
“Alright, here we go..” He whispered.
With that, he kissed you gently. His soft lips locked with yours, surprisingly you seemed to follow along quickly and placed one of your hands on his toned chest. Your breaths seemed to quicken with every second that passed and he started to lean in more, this time you were slightly pushed back. You held onto the front of his shirt pulling him down with you. Your forearms supporting your upper weight as you laid back on the floor.
Miles now completely on top of you deepened the kiss, his tongue softly grazed against your bottom lip asking for permission to enter which you complied to. He placed his hand back on your neck, his fingers resting on the bottom part of your lower head pushing you against him more. You let a low moan slip past you and you opened your eyes wide, with shock but quickly closed them back up once you heard the sounds he made.
The ‘agressiveness’ he mentioned now showing as low growls escaped his lips when getting a few seconds to breathe between kisses. His tongue fighting with yours for dominance which he quickly claimed.
He broke the kiss, a string of saliva showcasing how intense the kiss was. He smirked against your lips and you both breathed heavily against each other, chests heaving up and down rapidly. He caressed the sides of your waist slipping one hand under the hem of your shirt and leaned in to seductively whisper in your ear.
“I think I'm gonna have to teach you a little bit more than just kissing, ma.” He smirked.
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★ translations: tu si eres malo - you’re so mean || no es culpa mía - it’s not my fault || para tu información - for your information ||
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rashomonss · 9 months
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Late Nights
a/n: I’m kinda tipsy and I’m listening to jazz rn so ofc I’m in my feels, also I’ll post a dateables version if y’all like these (*´▽`*)
“I enjoy your company”
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Late nights with Lucifer consist of sitting in the comfort of his office as the fire crackles its hypnotizing little sparks.
Just the two of you, listening to some of his favorite music as it plays in the background.
His tie is loose and his top buttons are undone. You on the other hand are wearing something comfortable but still use his large fluffy coat as a blanket; not that he minds.
The two of you just sit and end up talking about yourselves as well as life in general. It’s times like this where Lucifer truly bares everything he is to you without the worry of any judgement on your end.
You also in turn, bare your true self to the Avatar of Pride who relishes in the thought of learning more about you.
Maybe it’s due to the drinking you both have been doing, or maybe it’s due to the comforting atmosphere you both share; but no matter what it is Lucifer finds himself enjoying moments like this the most.
And the simple reason behind that is the fact that he will always enjoy you and your company no matter what, for he truly loves your whole being with all his heart.
Late nights with Mammon are you both cuddling up together on his couch staring at the large tv in his room.
Candy and chip bags are scattered across his table but the two of you are too warm and comfortable to go throw them away.
A stack of DVD’s can be found on his side of the couch; this pile contains the ones both of you have already watched. Another stack can also be found on your side of the couch, those are the movies you both have yet to watch.
Currently on the tv, a cheesy Devildom romcom plays and the two of you joke and make fun of the main couple. His laughter and yours mix together until they become one unified laughter filling up his room.
Mammon bashes the main love interest for being to chicken to tell the girl he likes his feelings, to which you laugh and reply “that sounds like someone I know”
Immediately his face goes red, however he does explain to you that he’s never be like that loser, because he claims that you already know he’s head over heels for you. In response you smile at his protests.
The longer the movie drags on the more you both find yourselves snuggling closer. You two have no room to talk because you’re cheesy enough just being yourselves, but it’s okay neither of you actually mind.
After the movie ends Mammon does claim that he truly does love you, and how he always will.
Late nights with Levi end up in tears and screaming, as the two of you hold each other and cry after finishing an anime.
Before the two of you were gaming, but Levi decided to take a break brace he just wasn’t in the mood to game, so you suggested a few new shows that had just come out. And of course he could never deny that.
You both went to the kitchen before starting your anime marathon and grabbed a few things then went back to his room and settled down together in his bean bag and blankets pile.
You had suggested cuddling and finally after awhile he had given in.
how as each episode passed you began to wonder, how many have the two of you binged today alone? Five? Maybe seven? If you’re being honest you lost count awhile ago.
You both had currently just finish watching a new series that came out, and honestly it was a lovely romance at first…until the main character died that is.
The story was so well written and animated that by the end of the season you both were a crying mess as you hugged each other with a death grip.
Levi cried and begged for you not to leave him, and you in turn did the same as the two of you rolled around in each others arms on the floor, whispering how much you two loved each other.
Sometimes others only realize and express their true emotions through the pain of watching others.
Late nights with Satan consist of you laying your head on his lap as he reads another chapter of the new book you both were currently fond of.
You both had finished two books already earlier in the day, so was one more so wrong?
As Satan sat on his bed reading aloud your head rested on his lap and he had unconsciously been running his fingers through your hair for the past 15 minutes.
He was unaware of how tired he made you with this action but you were determined to stay awake for the rest of the book, after all it was just getting to the good part.
So after he finished the last chapter you decided to take over and read aloud instead, to which he greatly appreciated it. Now it was his turn to lay on your lap. And if he’s being honest he had been waiting to for awhile.
As you began the next chapter Satan couldn’t find himself concentrating on the words at all, instead he took in the scenery of his room at that very moment.
Over at his table was a pot of tea and your two matching cat tea cups. Next to it was a small desert tower that was now empty, if he remembers correctly you had eaten most of the top snacks. The rest of his room may have been messy yes, but messy or not the scenery made you look beautiful.
As you continued to read he looked up at you and admired how the moonlight hit you as it shone through the window. Then sighting to himself Satan relaxed as he felt your hands in his hair, softly running your fingers through it.
There was truly no place in the world he would rather be than here with you in this very moment.
Late nights with Asmo have the two of you laying on his soft bed with matching pajamas and face masks.
Asmo sits up and does your nails, as well as inform you about the latest gossip while your head lays in his lap.
Soft music is played to set the mood and he has a dim lamp on as well, and the TV can also be heard in the background.
After he finishes with your nails you both head to his private bathroom to wash off the face masks and take a nice bath together.
When he’s with you, he makes sure to use all of his expensive bath salts and bubble bath products, after all they’re only used for special occasions such as these. He loves spoiling himself and you.
Asmo always sets the bath at the perfect temperature as well as the perfect fragrance when you both get in, to the point it makes you sleepy. Not to worry though, Asmo has no qualms against washing you, as long as you’re okay with it. But be warned he will want you to wash him back.
Once your bath is done he does his skin care as well as yours if you deem yourself to tired; and will also apply his favorite lotions and creams to your skin for that extra soothing feel. Lastly once the two of you are finally done you cuddle up under his soft fluffy sheets and listen to him tell you how much he truly adores you.
Late nights with Beel take place in the House of Lamentation kitchen.
You both wanted a small late-night snack and thus met in the kitchen to prepare one.
He decided to take over the cooking this time so you sat on a stool and listened to him talk as he cooked your favorite food.
Every now and then you’d have to remind him to stop eating the ingredients because he’d run out eventually. He would always smile in return but no matter what he’d still nibble on a few here and there.
Beel then began telling you about his upcoming fangol matches as well as how practice was going. He liked talk to you about matter such as these, he wanted you to be the first to know after all, but don’t tell Belphie he said that, he might get a bit sad.
As you listened to him talk he took the liberty of feeding you small bites of food asking if it was to your liking as well as if you had any feedback for him.
Once the food was finished he pulled up another stool and joined you, continuing to talk about anything he found interesting.
However you had become full quite quickly from being fed so much earlier that you decided to feed him the rest of your food, which he happily enjoyed.
After you finished he then insisted that you needed to feed him the rest of his food too. You smiled and kissed his cheek as he happily continued eating.
Food does taste the best when it’s shared with the people you love the most.
Late nights with Belphie consist of you both laying on the roof of the House of Lamentation and looking up at the beautiful night sky.
Sure it took a bit of convincing on his end to get you up here but it was worth it, after all the view of the Devildom sky during this time was incredible.
You both spent your time pointing out stars and Belphie continued to tell you interesting facts about his favorite ones.
He pulled you close to him and for once, let you lay in his lap as he continued to talk about his love for the stars.
The way the stars sparkled off his two-toned eyes was the most beautiful thing in the world. Not to mention the way he talked to you.
His voice is so full of love and warmth you found it hard to pay attention to what he was telling you. As he spoke he too watched the stars reflect off your eyes as well and felt his heart stop for just a second.
He had never seen anything more beautiful than the views he would look up to see when he was with you. And it was then he believed, that you were the best thing to ever happen to him, and he wouldn’t change anything for you.
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milktei · 6 months
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Us Without Me
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Suna Rintarou x gn!Reader
Genre: Angst. hurt with no comfort :0. a bit of a character study??? with a touch of song fic (but no lyrics because it’s just not my thing)
Warnings: none(?)
Requests: Closed
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a/n: A small gift for 300 followers :3 Based off of the song ‘Us Without Me’ by Grent Perez (PLS LISTEN TO IT. AND HIS WHOLE DISCOGRAPHY ITS BANGER AFTER BANGER FOR ANY MOOD). i haven’t had the energy to do any requests but this song just inspired me and i managed to write it between all my school work.
I hope y’all enjoy this because i know that i’m very inconsistent when it comes to posting but i’m so so grateful to everyone that enjoys my writing. I’m currently in stem so being able to be creative in some way between my stressful life has been a blessing. it’s just an extra benefit that people enjoy what i write.
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In his defence. He was never that in tune with his emotions. At least… that’s what he keeps telling himself.
The silence that came with staying up well into the night was something that he used to relish in. After a hectic day of training he knew that eventually the night would come and he could relax in complete silence doing whatever he wanted.
That was until you left.
You used to go up to him to talk about your day the moment he got home. He would often tune you out as he took off his shoes, up until he managed to get into the shower. His days used to be filled with your voice.
Used to.
For a while after you had left the apartment, he thought that you’d eventually come back. You always did. You usually needed a bit of time to calm down after big arguments such as the one you had that one fateful night.
Eventually you’d come around. That’s what he always told himself.
Though it seemed like this would be the one exception. Now he was left in this apartment that felt far too big, and far too quiet for one person.
How he wished to hear you talk about your day just one more time.
He was never the type to think much about the past, always the kind of person to look towards the future and its plethora of possibilities, but not this time.
In the quiet parts of the night, when there was nothing to distract his mind from reminiscing, his mind forced him to consider the ‘what if’s?’ What could have been had he not spoken to you the way he did that night. Had he put aside his pride for once and chased after you like the damn fool he knew he was.
You leaving him left him with more questions than answers. Rather, more questions that he didn’t want to know the answers to. Questions that he would never be able to pull himself to ask.
He would never ask those questions. He kept his space. He wouldn’t dare contact you because he knew that it wasn’t him that you wanted. Definitely not because he was scared of any further rejection.
Definitely.
So he was stuck, thinking about what you had, cursed with the thoughts of what could have been while you had managed to break free.
He eventually got into the habit of watching from afar, just to make sure you were doing okay. That’s what he would tell himself unconvincingly. What a mess he was, looking at your posts on social media for a bit too long. Clicking on your account and scrolling through it a bit too often.
Analyzing your most recent post for a bit too long, and realizing that there were two drinks at the table you sat at. You’d always beg him to visit new cafes with you, more often than not he’d say he was busy or tired.
He’s stare at the picture for far too long, and eventually realize that you were looking at the person taking the picture with the same flustered yet elated look that you would give him all that time ago.
His heart sinks to his stomach but all he can do is look at you through a screen.
The more you posted the more evident it became that you were over him. He would chuckle angrily at his phone. The same phone you would beg him to get off of, just to give you even a fraction of his attention. He could never tell if he was angry at you for moving on so quickly, or at himself for caring so much now. Only after you had left for good.
He found himself wondering how you purged him from your heart so easily. When the mark you left on his was still so prominent. Then he remembers how he treated you and the mark begins to throb.
He thinks about how you live somewhere else now. How you’ve made a new place your own but even after all this time there are still remnants of you in his godforsaken apartment. The bath mat you bought, the way you organized the kitchen, the body wash you insisted he buy because you liked the way it smelled. He still buys it.
All this pain and heartache that he feels. He worries that he’ll be tethered to it forever. forced to live with the fact that he’s lost the best thing that could have ever happened to him and he’ll just have to accept it. For a man that only looked to the future, he can’t imagine himself living as carefree as he once did and it worries him. More than he would ever like to admit.
He finds himself comparing your new relationship to the one you two used to share. An immensely unhealthy habit for one to develop, but one he couldn’t free himself from.
‘We used to be like that’ he thinks to himself dejectedly as he sees a video of you and your new flame a mutual friend posted. He can see himself in the position of the other person but then he is dragged back to reality, and can see it’s the relationship you two once had. Just without him.
In the end he has to accept the bitter truth and realize that it wasn’t him that you needed. But god he still desperately needed you.
But as he looks at your new relationship, it becomes more clear to him. He didn’t deserve you, and he would have to live with that. The amount of attention and love you now get. The happiness in your eyes that grows with each post. It’s incomparable to how you two used to be. When he’s feeling particularly pathetic, he imagines himself as your new partner. Devoted, loving, determined to ensure the relationship works.
That’s where his imagination stops. In reality he knows that your relationship never looked like that. It never would have, not with how he was.
So he remains in the silent darkness of his room. Staring at pictures of you and your new fiancé. Stuck in his delusions that in another life this is exactly how your relationship would looked. It’s just that this time, it was without him.
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dearsnow · 3 months
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KNOW IT’S FOR THE BETTER
- what exactly ran through neil perry’s mind before he pulled the trigger. (neil perry x gn!reader although it’s definitely an emotion piece rather than an x reader, angst, ⚠️ dead poets society spoilers, canon-typical main character death, suicidal ideation, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SUICIDE AND ITS THOUGHT PROCESS)
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a/n - this is not proofread LMAO we die like men! and yes yes this is another music piece, based on waiting room by phoebe bridgers. yesterday was neil’s death anniversary, so this is a tribute to that. love y’all, and please read the message at the end.
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Neil held cold metal in the palm of his hand, his fingers trembling over the shiny object. God, he thought, let them know it’s for the better.
Let Todd know that he never found another person that understood him as greatly and as openly as he did. Let him know that he is proud of him for changing so much in such little time. He doesn’t need him anymore, Neil thought. Now, he can fade away while someone else steps into the spotlight. It was always for the better.
Let Charlie know that he loved him because he could not always understand, and yet he tried. That they were kids together, and in a few months, Charlie will be older than Neil ever got to be. He deserves it. He deserves to be older, to be independent, to love freely and carelessly like he has always wanted. If Neil’s absence could push him forward and stop him from caring about how his friend felt, he knew it was for the better.
Let Mr. Keating know that his impact was far greater than he could ever imagine. His influence encouraged Neil to scale mountains. In the end, though, there is always a choice; to glide on wax wings or painstakingly climb back down. That, in death, he flew.
Let you know that he loved you. That he always loved you. That your whispered words were ichor to his ears, your touch a saccharine balm to the parts of him that ached the most. If he thought about it, he thought that in the entirety of his life, he would never find someone who made him shiver in the exact way that you did. He wants more than anything to tell you that everything he did is for you. You deserve better. Know it’s for the better, because the loss of him will surely open up your future to the same unearthly love that you brought to him.
Let his parents know that he will no longer be a problem.
Let the dead poets know that he is soaring.
Let everyone on the godforsaken planet he is leaving know that this is what happens when the sun’s heat caresses the skin on his back.
Let them know that everything is for the better.
Please, please know
if nothing else,
it is for the better.
[suicide is never for the better, and it should never be any option at all. if you are struggling with this thought process or any mental health issues, i strongly advise you seek professional help, but my inbox and messages are always open if you need friendly comfort. please come to me if you ever need it. i love you guys.]
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remcycl333 · 2 years
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Void/LOA success by 💇‍♀️anon
This post is gonna be a bit lengthy , blunt and unbelievable 😭 also very sloppily written cause i’m havijh so much fun. i really have got out of my comfort zone and I’m so happy i did. No you do not have to follow every step I did! This is simply for motives and inspo.
So, yeah it's obvious i was one who struggled with void and loa blah blah blah for a LONG TIME! I was a hardcore druggie, physical and mentally abused all my life, had a very rare illness and so much more. But who gaf ab the old story. ☠️
So after a day of sending that cringe ass message to u i ended up prioritizing myself. It’s clear I was idolizing void and I’ve been doubting in LOA too like ??? So in the 3D i moved in with my one and only friend, got a job at a fastfood place (pls this is sorta embarrassing), and decided homeschool was much better for me. Also between that time I learned how to correctly manifest and shiz by you and @theandreiaeffect<3. And girlllll literally less than the next week I manifested perfect mental and physical health, my dream job, desired appearance, and 7,000,000$ with a 15,000,000$ home me and my bestie now live in. I was already so happy how it was. Yet after that crazy ass week passed by i woke up in the fucking void. I have no clue how but i did.
Now for what I manifested in void.
- ‘i heard a rumor’ power - a power of this girl from a netflix show. basically you say ‘i heard a rumor ____’ and it happens. its like a brainwash power? its simple to explain but idk. (If u watch that show my fav character is klaus whats urs?)
- Time travel(?) - so when i got in void it was prolly like september 11th 2022. i just said in the void ‘it is August 30th’ and when i woke up it was august 30th as you can tell so now I’m just relapsing my days but in a goodway.
- changed family - my bestie is like family and i changed her appearance to her desired appearance, more cousins, siblings, aunts etc. my dad being a famous nfl star.
- Revenge - basically just fucking with my abusers life the same way they fucked with mine. I have no regrets so🤷‍♀️
- Name and age revision - I always hated my full name so i changed it. I was 17 and just revised that i’m 21. yeah it was a big gap but idc it was worth it for me honestly. i also manifested i’m not gonna die till like 90 and age like wine so.
- a bf- oh let me tell u. i’ve always had a crush on ralph macchio. and now i have a boyfriend who is his twin but even more attractive. his personality and the way he showers me with love is mwah.
- Removing phobias - i’ve always been scared of animals🤦‍♀️ not anymore tho now i have 2 cute lil puppies and a parrot:)
- Vegan restaurants and shops opening up close to me - I’ve been vegan since the beginning of the year due to animal cruelty and just not enjoying meat.
- Immune from getting preggo til 25 - its self explanatory what i be doing but i’m not ready for a baby yet so🤫
- Being protected and safe 24/7 - anyone around me also is aswell its like a invisible barrier to danger
Now those are just a handful of what I manifested. I literally manifested sooooo many other priv things. Just get ur shit together. I have nothing else to tell u. Honestly idk how LOA coaches don’t get fed up with y’all constantly crying ab how u dont got ur shit when u are the reason why. U have a cheatcode to life. Not many people are spiritually awoken. Do you know how fortunate you are to have discover LOA???? Keep this in mind and maybe ya know manifest ur dream life. To Rem, I thought I’d be on tumblr way longer as your anon, but I’d rather go live my life to the fullest for a while. I hope my story leaves an imprint on the LOA community. Andreia, you have also really inspired me. I’m so fucking happy I made a whole 180 with my life. Rem and Andreia, i will NEVER forget what you have done for me. Thank you so much really. I love u guys so much🥲🥲
yesss im so proud of u!!! when u said u traveled back in time from september i got the chills! and baby go live your life and enjoy it, you deserve it!!! come back whenever u want and update us <3
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smok3r7 · 2 months
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Is Leaving Even An Option?
Joel x F!reader
Explicit, 18+
Seven: Seventy-Five Percent
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Summary: Your days have become one in the same, even with the terrifying reality of death right outside the walls of Jackson. You never thought you’d be in the situation you’ve been stuck in for seven years now, the daily abuse you endure has become an expectation. You take whatever your husband throws at you, literally and figuratively, because you’ve been trained to believe this is normal. But a new man, Joel, moves next door and happens to be friendly towards you, this causes your husband’s anger to worsen. Your mind starts a gruesome war with itself - can you leave him or do you stay until the inevitable happens?
Chapter Summary: You and Joel have the heart-to-heart that’s been needing to happen for months now. You’re finally able to go back to Jackson and face your traumas, with the positive reinforcement from Joel. However, you’re not safe when you get home and you quickly realize that you have to face the inevitable.
Word count: 6.2k
⚠️Warnings: NOT A HAPPY ENDING, Small description of rough sex (memories from husband), feelings of losing a child (reader and Joel), mentions of miscarriage, feeling guilty, gun use in DV, taunting, major character death, reader death
Here’s the finale babes🫡💓 - love y’all
“I just,” you start to explain as you pick at your cuticles to avoid looking at Joel’s reaction, “I don’t know, got scared ‘cause it all seemed too familiar, and that terrified me.”
“What was all too familiar?” Joel asks as he continues to massage your calves and feet that lay over his lap.
Your eyes move away from your fingers to gaze at Joel on the other side of the couch in the middle of the cabin's living room. You take in how soft and gentle he looks - his face slightly furrowed and yet still relaxed, his broad hairy chest rising and falling slowly, and the mesmerizing way his large hands press into your sore limbs has you melting.
“The whole thing-” you blurt out as lay your head back on the arm rest and cover your eyes with your hands, not knowing how else to say it, “the drinking, the sex that wasn’t really sex, the breakfast the next mornin- and the thing is, the first time with Nate was pretty much exactly like that. All the focus was on me and I didn’t do anything in return.”
You take a breath and it rattles your lungs, tears are welling underneath your palms that cover your heavy lids. The terrifying memories of Nate doing indescribable horrifying things to you start to flow back into your brain, like an avalanche - it’s all starting to snowball out of control.
But before you let it kill you from the inside out, you blow out a more steady breath than before, and finally you raise your upper body from the couch to look at him. You want to gaze into his eyes when you tell him why the last interaction was so triggering, you want him to fully grasp it.
“The next time we had sex, was just-“ your voice shook once again, as you crack each one of your knuckles. You’ve never talked about this before with Joel, but if you really want to have something with him, you’ve got to open up.
“So, so violent, there was no concern for me in the slightest. It was like I wasn’t even a person to him, just something for him to fuck. And that’s what I was for those seven years, an object.”
Joel’s silent, but you can feel the anger that’s seeping out of his tan skin. But yet, his hands give no indication that he’s raging on the inside, because they’re still comfortably massaging your legs and the balls of your feet. The silence that comes after has you feeling worried, so you try to quickly save it from going under anymore.
“So I’m sorry but, like, sex is really something I shouldn’t be doing. At least right now, because I clearly am not ready for that,” you laugh at yourself as you point your fingers at your face, stained with tears. You feel like you owe him an explanation, or an apology, about your feelings - it's just what you’re used to doing, you absolutely hate it.
“And I know I initiated, and I led you on but fell short on my end. And I’m having such a battle with wanting to apologize for it and not, because I know I don’t need to for anyone. However, you’re so kind and generous, I just- don’t want to hurt you and I feel like I owe you at least that-“
“Darlin’?”
“…Hmm,”
“You don’t have to explain yourself,” he takes a heavy breath as he softly picks up your feet from his lap, and he turns his body to sit facing you. His right foot stable on the hardwood floor, his left knee bent on the cushion as he drapes your relaxed legs on his thighs.
“I’m so- shit, sorry can't even begin to describe it, but please understand, the sex isn't even on my radar, sugar. I can go without it, I promise you that. But I feel so sick about what you’ve been through. You did not deserve any of that. How a person, let alone your husband, can do such things is just repulsive. I know there’s nothing I can do that will ever make you feel a hundred percent whole ever again. But I want to tell you, I will try my damn hardest to try. And I want you to know, none of what happened to you was your fault. Okay?”
Joel then brings both his hands to your cheeks as he gently cradles them. The warmth of his fingertips, his sincere eye contact, and his words causes you to break one more time. The waterfall of tears begin like they did earlier, but this time a range of wails escape your mouth. You’re absolutely incoherent, you sound like an injured animal screaming for help, howling almost.
Sshh, oh baby girl, come here, Joel murmurs as he wraps his muscular arms around your torso and pulls you into his lap. Your face burrows right into his neck, your arms wrap around the tops of his shoulders, and your knees hook around his hips, so he can’t escape from you. One of his arms stays tightly anchored around your waist and the other lays against your spine that leads to his hand holding the back of your neck.
The wails and sobs continue, muffled by his soft skin, and you get so caught up in the emotional rollercoaster that you’re not sure how long your two bodies stay together. It’s long enough for the bright sun to begin moving behind the autumn trees and for the white moon, along with the sparkling stars, to take over the beautiful sky. The light from the moon shines through the big front window to show you and Joel on the brown loveseat, fit together perfectly, like a puzzle - your favorite hobby.
Joel is nothing like Nate, not even close. Joel is a gentleman, he doesn’t want to hurt me in any way.
“Baby?” His voice cracks, like he’s trying to hide the fact that he's been crying also. A comforting silence had started about twenty minutes before he said anything, all he did the whole time was hold you and stroke your back with his calloused fingers.
Your throat is dry from the screams, the body heat from his bare chest pressed against yours, causing you to sweat, and your body just aches from the exhaustion of crying. Usually, this combination stems from a negative experience, and you know it all too well and hate it. However, this time it’s for a different reason. You aren’t in fear for your life, you just finally opened up to Joel.
That is growth. That is the beginning of healing. The raw negative emotions that instinctively flow through you, are no more, they’ve evolved into something new. Something that tells you, I actually can move past this, I can live without fear, I can maybe even be happy.
Maybe running away did some good for you, but you can’t do that again. You have too many people who love and care for you now, you’re wanted. So, no more running away, you now have your safety net - Joel Miller.
You gently push your tired body off of his skin, when you can finally see this man’s face - for the first time is fucking decades, you finally feel valid and cared for. His eyes are bloodshot, tears and snot stain his skin and his beard, and his lips are red like he’s been biting them. Your nose sniffs and a soft smile creeps onto your face, which causes Joel to copy the same small smile.
“Joel, I love you.”
“I love you too, old lady.”
You and Joel end up staying that night and most of the next day at the little cabin. Just talking about what the two of you have been through, down to all the minute details of the situations and the emotional toll it took on either of you. You’ve done this with Joel before but, there’s now this new sense of vulnerability between him and you - almost like an understanding of it all, realizing you weren’t alone in some of the feelings you had.
Like losing daughters. You told him about how you stumbled upon Rosa, and it had been over five years since you’ve talked about her. Nate never let you, unless it was to learn your triggers so he could use them against you for later. As you remembered Rosa, your heart fluttered and then slightly ripped - you still blame yourself partially for how her life ended, even though there was nothing you couldn’ve done.
You then opened up about your miscarriage. The brutal emotional and physical damage that it caused you, the confusion that was going through your brain about Nate and what to do. For once, you didn’t feel embarrassed talking about your feelings or your brain battles.
Joel was finally able to express his hurt about his beautiful Sarah and not being able to keep her alive, about what Ellie went through with David and the Fireflies, and his own thoughts about them. He, too, blames himself for not being able to save Sarah, when no matter what he did, it wouldn’t change anything, the same with Ellie being assaulted and almost killed. All you could do was listen as he wept, because you two are so similar that you know that he knows, there’s nothing different he could’a done. It was just the way the dice rolled, and no matter what you said in that moment, he already knows it - but he just has a hard time accepting it, like you with Rosa.
When you guys lay down for the night in the master bedroom, you can hear him crying to himself as he has his back to you. Without saying anything, you roll over and drape your smaller arm around his thick torso, and wrap your top leg around his thigh.
As you tighten your hold, you nuzzle your nose into his wide shoulder blades just under the nape of his neck, covered by his now sweaty curls, and you deeply inhale. Joel has this distinct scent that you crave and love so deeply; Sweat, woodsy, subtle hints of men’s body wash, and a hint of sugar.
The soft sounds of Joel’s crying come to a slow stop, his breathing regulates and becomes one with yours, and one of his large hands covers the one of yours that’s splayed across his belly. No words are said, none are needed. The two of you are connected by your souls and bodies, you and him are made for each other.
You’re here for him, and he’s here for you, always.
The sight of the gigantic metal walls that surround Jackson causes you to freeze, and Dougie, sensing your fear, also stops as he breaks the tree line. Joel and his horse, Shimmer, are to the right of you, also stuck.
It took about two days for you guys to travel from the cabin back to Jackson, a group of about twenty raiders having shown up at the Motel 6. So to avoid them, you guys had to find a different route that kept you out of view from them - which you did with no problems.
“You ready, Sugar?” Joel’s southern accent rolls off his tongue like he still lives in Texas.
A second goes by before you tilt your head to him and murmur, yeah. Joel smiles as he softly whips the reigns on shimmer and begins to trot down the dirt path that curves down a small hill.
Yeah, I am ready, you think to yourself as a prideful smile naturally appears and you start behind Joel down the hill to the new beginning you see in your horizon.
When the two of you enter Jackson and the massive doors get shut behind you, the first thing that catches your eyes is that Ellie and the three sisters are all standing by the stable doors just about twenty feet in front of you. My girls, you whisper as you swing your leg over your saddle, you jump off of Dougie and sprint to the group of young girls.
Joel yells something to you but you don’t hear it, all your focus is on these girls - your daughters, basically. You need to hear their voices, to touch their soft hair, and to tell them just how sorry you are for abandoning them.
“Ellie, girls!” You shout, now only about ten feet away. The huddle of young teens spin their head around and their eyes widen as they watch you run towards them.
“Old Lady!” they all yell in unison as they start to head towards you, all of you meet in the middle and you reach for all of them. Ellie is the first one to reach you and she wraps her arms around your waist, almost knocking you over, as Jinny and Andrea fit on either side of Ellie and hold on to you. Chloe is the last one to reach you, but she opens her arms around the other three girls and leans in to touch any part of you she can to know that you’re really back.
Your hands sporadically move from one girl's head to the others, not wanting to miss one of them. The tears begin again as you tell them, oh my girls, I’m so so sorry, god. I love you gals so much, I will never leave you ever again. You can’t see any of their faces, all you see are the tops of their heads as they hold onto you, but you can hear and feel their cries. The small bodies below you slightly jump inconsistently as they cry and cry, your heart shatters at the sight of these girls being so broken about you leaving.
After a couple more apologies and tight squeezes, you clear your throat and tell them to look at your face. The sisters let go and take a step back as they wipe their tears away from their eyes, but Ellie doesn’t let go, so you let her stay wrapped around your tired body. You gaze at Chloe, then Jinny, then Andrea as you repeat, “I am so sorry. I love you all. I am okay, now please go get some dinner and I will see you all tonight for the movie, okay?”
“Yes, old lady,” Andrea sniffles with a soft curve to her lips.
“You better be at the movie, they’re playing Goodfella’s, your favorite,” Chloe teases as she points her finger in your direction.
“I’m really glad you’re home, don’t know what I would do without you,” Jinny admits as she rocks side to side.
A heat rises in your face and chest at the words of these teens, I’ll see y’all in a little bit, you tell them before they all blow a kiss at you, then turn around and head in the direction of the dining hall. But there’s still one young girl tied to your body - Ellie.
“Where do I even start?” You ask her as you set your lips in her pulled back hair and strongly wrap your arms around her shoulders. When she takes a deep breath your whole body moves with hers, you can tell she is struggling to bring together the right words - you know she’s angry, rightfully so.
“Please look at me.”
She doesn’t move, not even the tiniest bit.
“Please.”
Your voice is broken completely, this hurts more than seeing Joel this upset. Having Ellie hurt like this at the cause of your actions has you feeling sick about yourself, how could I do this to her? A second after, she hesitantly lifts her face from your chest, and she is a mess - full dark bags under her eyes, her sage green eyes bloodshot, and her cheeks look sunken in. Oh my god, your mind is so overloaded with emotions that you’re scared that this is too much at one time.
“Why did you leave me?”
The sound of her weak voice crushes your soul, because this was not your intention by any means. Instantly, you carefully set both hands on either of her cheeks and you scramble together the right words to her.
“I wasn’t leaving you baby, I just- I needed time away to think through my own feelings. This had absolutely nothing to do with you, please believe me. This was all for myself, because I hadn’t dealt with my own shit and running away was a way for me to take control when I felt like I had none, okay? I love you so much and I hate that I did this to you, I am sincerely sorry.”
Her beautiful green eyes stare back into yours, but there’s a glint of hope that returns in hers. She sniffles and nods her head that is still in your grasp, I love you too, she whispers as she bites her bottom lip to try to hide her tears. You pull her into your arms and give her a caring squeeze, and your lips give a gentle kiss into her chocolate hair.
“Okay,” you chuckle, “Now it’s your turn to go get some dinner.”
“Let me see Joel first, then I’ll go.”
“Sounds good.”
Your two bodies finally let go of one another, when she steps back you give a warm smile, which she mimics. You then watch her eyes as they gaze behind you, must be Joel. Your eyes follow her small figure as she walks past you, and when you turn your head Joel comes into your sight. He’s only about ten feet away from where you’re standing and he’s talking about something with Tommy who’s next to Vince.
A warm tingly feeling ignites in your belly as you watch Ellie run up to Joel and jump into his opened arms. He picks her up and spins her around once, then sets her back on her feet and kisses the top of her head as he holds her little body against his towering one.
I have the life I want, a man who loves me and a daughter who adores me. I can finally be happy. It finally clicks, you know you can trust Joel, he is not going to hurt you or put you in harm's way ever. You’re never going to run away again, you’re going to have to work through whatever the issue or trauma is because that is the only way you’ll be able to actually heal and move on.
You watch Joel pick his head up as he still holds Ellie in a tight grasp. I’m gonna go to the house, you mouth to him as you point your finger in the direction of the house you shared. He nods his head, I’ll be there soon, he mouths back to you with a smile. You reciprocate the smile and spin on your toes in the dirt as you head towards Main Street, to the beautiful navy home.
As you walk up the porch steps, the familiar creaking echoes through your ears, I’m home. Your hand goes to the knob and turns it, click. You push the door open, walk in, and push the door closed with your butt, then lift your head to look around the familiar living room. Your blood runs cold, your body is frozen on the large oak door behind you.
No, no, no.
“Hi there Mrs. Rossi, or should I call you Mrs. Miller? I can’t keep up.” Nate’s voice echoes through the empty house.
He’s sitting on the brown swivel chair that faces the front door, his elbows rest on his knees and your eyes dart to his hands. His gun, his black 9mm. The same one he’s threatened you with countless times before; in your bed while you were sleeping sometimes, in the shower, the kitchen, living room - and so many others, that you can't even remember them all.
Your throat swells, hands hang parallel to your thighs, your stomach twists and turns, your mouth becomes dry, and your eyes widen at the sight of him in your home - why is he here?
“Oh, don’t look so scared now, sweet thing, you should be excited to see your husband. I know I’m happy to see you, been gone way too long.”
His face lights up with the smile that you used to love so much, but now all it does is horrify you. It sends a punch right into your gut because you know that there is nothing but evil behind his smile. What do I do, what can I do?
“What are you doing here, Nate?” You barely spit out loud enough for him to hear.
“I told you,” he stands up and starts to slowly walk closer to you, “I miss my wife.” He’s now arm's length away from you, and his face has this malicious look to it. His baby blues now look black, his beard messy, his smile filled with mischief and lies, and what makes it all scarier, is the way his brows are furrowed just enough to cause concern.
“But it looks like she’s decided to be a whore!” He yells the last of his sentence, and before you can do anything, he pistol whips the right side of your head. Your body drops to the floor instantly, you can’t see straight, and your head is pounding behind your eyes.
You’re on your side in the fetal position, blood starting to drip into your eyes causing you to squint them closed to avoid any more pain. Why me, god, why me? You question over and over again in your head, while he stands over you and aims that black 9mm at your helpless body.
“I said it before, you were never going to leave me,” he taunts, “but your dumbass didn’t wanna listen, like usual.”
With your brain still bouncing against your skull, you somehow find the strength to wipe the dripping blood out of your eyes, and open them to look up to him. When you open your stinging eyes, you’re met with the barrel of the gun only inches away from your face. But you’re not scared, even though you should be. It’s a weird feeling, almost an acceptance thing. In the back of your mind, you somehow knew this was going to happen at some point - you just wish it wasn’t right now, when you’ve finally found the man that you actually love and who actually loves you. What a joke this is.
Still looking down the barrel of the gun, you slowly push your hands on the floor and sit yourself up against the door. Nate tracks your subtle movements with his baby blues and his hands. The gun never leaves the spot in front of your face. As you finally lift your eyes to meet him, you notice how angry he looks - this is a different type of rage than you’ve seen from him, it’s almost pouring out of his skin. But you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you scared anymore, you’re not going to let him have this power over you any longer.
How do I want to play this? You think as you watch his hands start to vibrate and his breathing start to become erratic, he’s gonna lose it soon. I should just play it up until Joel gets here, he should be here any minute. This confidence builds in your heart knowing that once Joel see’s Nate in his house and you on the floor - shit, Nate is done for.
With your head still shaken up from the blow and the adrenaline rushing through your blood, you’re not thinking quite a hundred percent. You start to laugh, like a delirious kind of laugh - which is a dumb move considering you have a gun aimed at your face by your abusive husband.
“Sweetie, you really think that’s a good idea?” He chuckles softly as he brings his free hand to wrap around the bottom of the 9mm.
“I ju-just find it funny that-“ you take a second to wipe the stream of blood that is running down your face, “you feel the need to come bother me almost two years later. Like you really couldn’t find any other pussy out there? Women must not like you, I wonder why that is?” You laugh as you raise your pointer finger, then suddenly drop it with a smug smile.
His impotence was something that hit a nerve in him every single time, and you know that, but you really don’t care anymore. You just want to make him feel every ounce of pain that he’s inflicted onto you, even though that’s simply impossible.
“You cunt!”’ He yells as he lowers the aim and shoots into your left thigh. Fuck you, you scream at the top of your lungs as your hands fly to the burning hole in your leg. The pain is indescribable, the amount of blood that seeps through your fingers has you terrified.
Your face shoots up to look at him, the gun still aimed at you and he has this smug ass smirk on his lips, “Didn’t think I was gonna do it, did ya?”
“Just go-goes to show-“ you grit through your teeth and the pain, “how much o-of a coward, you actually are.” You’re breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth to try to relieve some of the panic that’s running through you.
He tauntingly laughs at your words as he squats down only a couple feet away from you and whispers, “Who’s the one who’s shot dear? Not me,” he says, then slowly stands back up and looks at your stunned face.
Okay, well. This is it. This is the end. I’ve lived a pretty okay life, all things considered. I’m gonna miss you Ellie a fuckton. You’re so beautiful and smart, I really hope you put your brain to really good use young lady. Please take care of yourself, once I’m gone, you’ll have to figure some things out on your own. You’re like a daughter to me, and I’m blessed to be able to call you a loved one - and please, keep an eye on Joel. This is going to crush him, just please make sure he doesn’t go running away like I did. Thank you for giving me a chance, baby girl, love you so much.
“Any last words, Mrs. Rossi?” The tip of the gun is now directly on the center of your chest, you squint your eyes shut and wince as the cold metal presses against your warm skin. The fear is starting to set in your bones, I’m fucked, there’s nothing that can stop him right now. He’s already shot you in the leg, what makes you think that he’s gonna stop with that?
Your leg is in excruciating pain, the burning has stopped but a new kind of stinging sensation shoots through your whole leg, and the blood is still just flowing out from under your hands.
Joel, my love. Thank you for showing me what love and admiration really mean. You saw me as a broken soul and thought I was worth the time to put back together. I really can’t express how grateful I am for that, you built me back to my old self, and I love you so much for it all. I’m sorry that I left for so long, we could’ve built a life together but now, that change is going to be taken from us. Please don’t dwell on me for too long baby, you gotta stay strong for Ellie and yourself. Just know that I will be by your side forever, even in the after life.
After a second, you open your eyes to see that he has brought his face down parallel to yours. If you weren’t injured by the pistol whip and the bullet, you would surely be able to snag the gun out of his hands and aim it back at him. But you can’t, you’ve completely lost, all you have left are your words - fuck it, why not?
“Yeah,” you smirk as you stare into his light blue eyes that are now all pupils, “Joel’s gonna fuckin kill you.”
“Well, too bad he won’t be able to save you.”
Nate laughs as he watches the way your face winces from the bullet in your leg and from the pistol on your skin. It’s almost like this whole thing turns him on, which you’ve never really thought about before but now it all makes sense. He gets off on this shit, seeing me in pain that’s caused by him. God, he is sick.
“Fuck you, Nate,” you breathe out, “just, fuck you for ruining me as a person. You are a rotten piece of shit, a complete waste of a person. Go choke on a dick.”
“Not a bad choice of last words honey, gotta hand it to ya. But I miss when you would just shut the fuck up.”
Just before he pulls the trigger, a piece of your old survival skills kick into overdrive. You quickly lean to the left, away from your heart. But the piercing feeling of being shot hits the skin between your shoulder and chest, much better than the center of your chest.
“Shit-“ you scream as your body thuds to the floor once again, but this time the pain is ten times worse than the one in your thigh. The burning, the blood, the tears, all so much stronger than the other.
Your brain is scrambling on what to do, you should get up and fight - you can’t, all you can do is moan and cry at how much pain you’re in. Your hands leave your wounded thigh, which you feel gush with blood as you relieve the pressure, and they move to the bullet wound on your chest. The warm blood spreads all over your chest and onto the floor below you, from the amount of blood you can only think that he hit a major artery, fuck.
“Good luck surviving that one, whore,” he then spits on your body as he turns to walk away.
Your vision is blurry, your brain is becoming foggy, your body feels nothing but pain from head to toe, all you want is Joel. Where the fuck is Joel? Then. like a genie granting your third wish, Joel appears and meets Nate in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room - at gunpoint, he must’ve come in through the backdoor.
“Joel,” you hoarsely whisper as you reach your hand out in his direction. Then without another second, you watch as Joel shoots Nate in the chest over and over, emptying the clip. Nate’s lifeless body falls flat on his back, onto the hardwood floor with a loud thud.
A sense of relief goes through your body, he’s finally gone, I’m finally safe. Your lungs give one last deep breath before it starts to hurt to breathe in and out.
“Oh darlin’, no, no, no, stay with me, please,” Joel cries as he runs over to your bloody body. Your eyes try to follow him but your head stays in the same position on the floor. Joel, you choke out as he carefully picks your body up bridal style, opens the front door, and sprints into the street screaming for help.
“Help me, anyone! Please, she’s been shot! I need help!”
Your body doesn’t hurt anymore, well, you can’t feel anything anymore. All you can do is gaze your eyes up into Joel’s face, tears streaming down his face and pure panic in his voice. You’re gonna be okay, baby girl, I got you, please stay with me, you’re so strong, baby. He’s repeating to you over and over as he follows the people who are telling him where to take you.
All you can do is just try to stay awake, but with the amount of blood you’ve lost, it’s becoming almost impossible. You want to hug and kiss Joel, but your body can’t grab ahold of the energy you need to do so. You want to tell him you love him, that you can’t thank him enough for saving you, that you’re sorry for leaving him for so long and you would take that back in a heartbeat.
But the last thing you see and remember, is Joel and the amount of anguish he’s in as he tries to save your life.
The first time I saw her, I was hooked. She was absolutely beautiful, and the way she spoke with such confidence even though she was going through some of the worst things. It blew my mind how strong she was, she wouldn’t talk about anything until me or Ellie would have to pull it out of her.
The two years that she lived with us was just pure bliss. The community was telling me how much she had changed in the small amount of time she moved in with us. But I don’t want to take any of that credit, that was all her, she did that, not me n’ not Ellie.
I wish that she knew she didn’t have to run away when she did. The community alone would’ve helped her, and it’s so fucked that once she got back here to Jackson n’ finally understood her worth, her life was ripped away from her. She was finally happy and ready to move on with her past, until a miserable person took her life, with no hesitation or care in the world - her so-called ‘husband’ ruined her whole future in minutes.
But today isn’t about him, it’s about her and only her. The light in so many people’s lives, for example; Working at the stables with Jinny, Andrea, and Chloe for over five years, she watched those girls grow up n’ taught them so much, they were all like daughters to her. Now I want to say to those three girls, I am so sorry I couldn’t save her, I wish I could have. All I ask is to just to always remember her in the positive memories and please don’t hesitate to reach out if you wanna talk. I love you girls dearly.
Ellie - I-I’m, I’m so so sorry. She was like a mom to you, the two of you were so much alike it was kinda scary. But it was also the sweetest thing to watch, ‘cause you were able to be a kid again and she was able to enjoy herself again. She always talked so highly of you, man Ellie yo-you made her so proud with how much you grew here in such a short period. So please just know, she is looking down at you in pure awe and love, you were her rock, love you entirely Ellie.
Now, I want to share a conversation she n’ I had early on. It’s not word-for-word but it went something like this; she told me how she used to help women and children get out of domestic violence situations for her job n’ I really commended her for that because that can not be an easy job. But she told me this insane statistic at the time, it actually broke my heart. She had told me that seventy-three percent of women in domestic violence get killed by their abusers or are severely injured.
Let that sink in - seventy-three fuckin’ percent, and look at how fast even she became a part of that statistic. I’m sure that number has increased since the apocalypse, and it’s disturbing that it's so high. We need to do better, plain n’ simple, for anyone who is in a similar situation please, don’t hesitate to ask for help because there are plenty of people who will help you out.
Please, don’t end up in the same situation as she did.
I’m gonna end this with one last thought. My darlin’, there are no words to describe how sorry I am for not being able to get there fast enough. You had so much more to give to the world, just know we will forever remember you and keep your spirit alive.
I love you, my ol’ lady.
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Being a Pro Hero with wings and dating Hawks (GN!Reader) would include...
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Warnings: Small mentions of blood and tiny bits of angst
a/n: This will be my second time writing for Hawks cause honestly this man is just SOOO much fun to write. Also I have more headcanon ideas that are based off of having wings (mainly ones that look similar to Hawks) so don’t be afraid to encourage me to write more about that specifically! Also I have yet AGAIN gotten carried away with headcanons so I not only did quite a few headcanons but ALSO wrote up a small drabble at the end of this. This is my very first time doing a little drabble within headcanons so let me know what y'all think about it and my characterization of Hawks. Without further ado, if you liked what you read, remember to reblog it! And while you're at it, check out my other works for anything else that might tickle your fancy! Enjoy!
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I feel like Hawks would react differently based on if your wings are similar to his or very much different
If your wings are similar to his I think he’d fine them pretty intriguing but also comfortable in a homely way due to the fact that they remind him of his own and he’s very proud of his own wings and what they can do and have accomplished
He likes to tug or brush his fingers lightly against the very tip of your wings as an affectionate gesture
Definitely loves to touch both of y’all’s wing tips together like y’all are fist bumping
But in all seriousness he absolutely shows the most physical affection through touching your wings or touching/brushing his against yours
If you’re the one to mainly initiate said wing caressing then he would love that form of affection even more than he did before
Some of his favorite positions to snuggle in are where your wings and his are touching or lying on top of one anothers
Loves the friction that the wings will make when they rub against each other
If your wings are quite soft, it’ll feel even better, and maybe even ticklish at times
His two favorite snuggling positions are when you lay on top of him, with your arms around his back and vice versa, meanwhile your wings and his also hug one another intimately
The other favorite position is whenever the two of you spoon, your wings act as little blankets to lay softly on top of whoever’s the little spoon
They actually work to create some level of warmth when it gets a bit chilly outside or inside
He likes to be a bit of a playful ass at times by rubbing his wings against fabrics and then touching them against your skin, causing one of those shocks that you get from touching a car door handle
One of your favorite bonding activities to do with Hawks is to help preen his feathers and then have him preen yours
I personally headcanon that Hawks does have to do SOME type of maintenance to his feathers especially after a particularly tough battle since the feathers can collect all kinds of dirt, sweat, and debris
And once they come back to Hawks after being sent out by him to do various tasks, they can feel a little awkward and grainy cause they’re dirty themselves
Not to mention they can get burned, burned, sticky, etc, so they’re not immune to the elements or being roughed up or out of alignment in general
So the two of you will have wing cleaning days were it’s literally just you and him sitting on top of a tarp that’s on the floor and just picking the grime out of each others feathers
It’s extremely therapeutic and calming especially with some music going in the background or y’all’s mutual comfort shows playing on the TV off to the side of you
A times you him and talk but y’all two get into so much that it’s one of the only times in your relationship with Keigo were he’s dead silent but not because something is wrong or bothering him
If you’re new to having someone else clean your wings for you, Hawks is arguably the best pro hero in that department and man to be handling your feathers
He’ll always be careful and cautious when cleaning your wings, and even more so if he finds any injured ones (blood feathers)
Knows just how to deal with blood feathers and will pluck them just right while also applying sufficient first aid to them, all the while making sure that his care causes minimal bleeding for your wings
Hawks will also teach you how to deal with blood feathers on your own as well but he won’t protest if you overall prefer that he take care of them when you find any
Whenever it’s your turn to preen his feathers, Hawks likes to hum softly while you do so, and even goes as far as to lay on his back and sometimes with his head in your lap
Will not be upset with you or hold a grudge against you if you accidentally injury him or have to do so because you’re trying to treat a particularly nasty injury on him
At the end of every cleaning he likes to spray some light perfume onto both your wings and his, like dog groomers do after they’ve just gotten done grooming a dog’s fur sksks
Another one of his favorite past times with you is when the both of you take turns stroking and petting each others wings while watching TV, listening to music, reading, etc
If you’re wings are vibrant colors, he’ll admire them even more and really enjoy seeing them while in broad daylight because he gets to see how the sun reflects and bounces off the myriad of colors on them
His first action whenever the both of you wake up in the morning is to kiss the shoulders of your wings and spread them out ever so slightly to admire them yet again
That’s basically his version of saying good morning which you’ve learned to do to him usually whenever you wake up first before him
Loves waking up with his face in your wings and for that to be the first thing that he sees every morning and last thing that he sees before going to sleep
Likes to “hold wings” with you whenever the two of you are out and about in public and will gladly also hold hands with you on top of that
Hawks also likes to do things that make not only your body react but your wings as well
Will absentmindedly play with them whenever he’s bored especially at home cause he’s not really used to having someone else whose wings he can mess with
Does things like stretching them out and then folding them back in again, which can actually be kinda of relaxing on the muscles especially if you’re sore from a recent fight with an adversary
Speaking of fighting, both you and Hawks gained the team duo name “Birds of a Feather” from the citizens that you and him have saved and y’all are hands down the hottest (literally and figuratively) Pro Hero duo to date
You’ve learned to synchronize both your speed and flying abilities with Keigo’s and both citizens and heroes alike get a kick out of watching the both of y’all fly around together
You ever seen videos of birds “becoming official” or mating by flying together in intricate dances, yeah that’s you and Hawks
Though overall Hawks would rather you not fight and stay safe off to the sidelines instead, despite that he knows that would be insulting your potential and your strength if he brought it up so he fights the hardest whenever you’re around to make sure that never happens
You can tell that he does it as well and it makes you push yourself even harder to protect him, though you both know that you’re not perfect, and stuff happens
If you do get hurt, he’ll fight to the death to get your somewhere safe, and to receive proper medical assistance
Will always shield you with his wings while you’re down, even if he doesn’t have a single feather left to fight or defend you with
If he gets hurt, you will come out wings swinging to ensure that man makes it out alive, even if you don’t
He hates the very thought of you doing something sacrificial stuff like that but he could never blame you because he operates and thinks the same exact way and would be a stone faced hypocrite to get onto your back about something like that
Now that we’ve talking a bit about flying, another favorite bonding activity of yours to do with Hawks is to just flying around the city, with him right next to you
Doesn’t have to be to any particular place, y’all just fly together, hands holding, and talking about whatever
Can be about other Pro Heroes, what’s being happening in the world lately, or about the silliest of things
As long as y’all have the city to look down on, the many lights brightening up both of your faces, as the two of you cruise through the skies calmly
In fact your very first date with him was just like that and you hold it very close to your heart which Keigo does as well
He enjoys doing little tricks and twirls with you and showing you new styles and positions of flight
If you show him a thing or two that he doesn’t know himself or isn’t able to do, he’ll be greatly impressed with your flying capabilities
He’s incredibly internally grateful to have someone around that’s so much like him in many ways but also different at the same time
Most folks would think that Hawks would be pretty arrogant about having someone around who’s like him and even view them as competition to take out of the picture
But in truth, he’s quite lonely...
He’s flown too many nights alone, taken care of his wings solo too many times, and had nobody to bond with in terms of being avian like until you came long
He yearned to not be the only one like himself which he knew that he wasn't, considering just how many people with quirks are out there on a global scale
But damn if he couldn’t help but feel like he truly was the only one like him, which in a world were quirks are in abundance, must mean that the loneliness was just that heavy enough to weigh on him like that
From time to time he expresses that feeling to you but only in passing or in minor ways
He tries his best not to show it with his actions and reactions and how excited he’ll get about doing anything that involves your wings
Hawks doesn’t expect you to take it too seriously, to really read into that much, and especially not to take it to heart
However when one day you bring it up before going to bed, that you do in fact think seriously about what he’s said, and that you’ve not only thought about it deeply in your spare time, but can even personally relate to it
This man is high key dumbfounded and for a rare moment, at a loss for words
There’s no quirky, laid back comment to make about that one, he instead genuinely and deeply processes what you’ve confessed to him in that very moment
Hawks moved one of his wings forward and then proceeded to arch it outwards slightly so that the very tip of his wing stuck out a bit. Selecting a feather near the end of the row, he softly pulled on it, plucking it from its place.
You watched intently, wondering just what your boyfriend had in mind, as he took a moment to examine the feather that he just pulled.
“Here. Have it. Little souvenir for the road.”
While the bird-like man extended his feather towards you, you could tell from the tone of his voice that he was more serious than he was letting on. Usually his voice had an aloofness to it. It was often detached and unconcerned. Mostly slow with words, dragging them out a bit at end of each of his sentences but this time it had sincerity, a bit of hardness, but also concern etched into it.
You huffed with laughter slightly as you took the wing from his hand. The back of the red winged Pro Heroes hand being soft, warm, and inviting as per usual. However just as quickly as you took the singular feather from Hawks, you placed it down onto the plush bed sheets that crinkled under the weight of your elbow propping you up.
You moved one of your own wings forward, braced yourself, and then winced from the sharp pain of you snatching a single feather from its secure and comfortable shaft. You wiped off a bead of blood that stuck to it and then held it out for Hawks to take.
“I outright refuse to be the only one in this relationship with a new key chain bauble, Keigo.”
You earned a couple of laughs from Takami, which you always aimed to do whenever you were in his presence. He carefully took the feather from your hand, making sure to caress it lightly before doing so. He placed it on his side of the bed, right next to his own that he just gave to you, and let out a brief sigh of relief.
“Just wanted to be able to know where you are at all times, yanno? Or at least have something to remind you of me whenever we’re apart. Not that you could ever forget a face as handsome as mine of course, but the thought is what counts right?”
You rolled your eyes playfully, this man. But you knew very well that under the facade of jokes and banter, there was an individual who yearned to not be alone and to have a long term and committed relationship. Someone who couldn’t bare the thought of losing you in any capacity.
He distanced, defended, and protected himself with humor due to his occupation, and you didn’t seek to change that about him, only to walk pathways that lessened that hurt inside of him.
“Wouldn’t have it any way Keigo. You know that.”
Hawks smiled softly while bringing you closer to his chest, the two feathers staying exactly where they were. Right in between the two people who were now bonded even more so through the very features that were at the core of their quirks, lives, and love.
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La Estrella de mi Vida- Part 1/3
Javi Gutierrez x fem!reader (nicknamed “Estrella” by Javi, no use of y/n)
Word Count: 6.4k
Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), pining, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), reader is the daughter of the doctor to the cartels, canon compliant but takes place pre movie (about 5 years before is what I imagine), minor character death, undetailed illness mention, reader has a good relationship with her father but it’s not explored too much, angsty ending to this part, protective!Javi 
Notes: I am SUPER excited to share this minseries with y’all cause I had so much fun writing it and I spent a lot of time and effort with this! I really hope you guys like it so let me know what you think of part 1 so far! This sex scene is proally the most poetic smut I’ve ever written too, but Javi deserves it!! And this miniseries is packed full of easter egg references to the movie for funsies too!  
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“Tell me, doctor,” Mr. Guiterrez sighed in defeat, “How long do I have?”
“Couple of months maybe?” the doctor’s shoulders dropped, “I can try and get you some experimental drugs to give you some more time. And I’ll do what I can to make you more comfortable, but this really isn’t my area of expertise, you know.”
“I am aware. But you are the only doctor I trust. And no one can know about this outside these walls.” Mr. Gutierrez had a solemn look on his face as he was finally confronted with his own mortality. 
The doctor nodded, “Of course. I will do my best, señor.” 
“You always do.”
The doctor was the most trusted and sought after medical professional in the cartel world. Anyone and everyone went to him, mostly for injuries, because he was the best and he was discrete. He was also your father, and the only family you ever had. While it wasn’t easy to grow up in the world of cartels and gangsters, you still maintained a good relationship with your father, and he did everything in his power to keep you safe in this dangerous world he brought you into.
Javi, on the other hand, was the opposite. He also grew up in the world of the underground, but he never had the father-son relationship others his age did. Perhaps Javi was too kind, too good a man for this type of life, and that wasn’t what his father had in mind for him. If anything, Javi’s cousin Lucas had more of that relationship and the senior Gutierrez took him more under his wing as the two boys got older.
Over time, the relationship with his father deteriorated to the point where Javi wanted nothing to do with him. He bought another house in secret and lived there on his own for some time, all the while planning to get out of the country and start a new life somewhere else. Yet, something held him back: you… 
But, just as the doctor promised, the experimental medicine did greatly help the senior Gutierrez with his diagnosis. However, as time went on, he became weaker and weaker until he wasn’t able to leave the safety of the doctor’s walls. 
Javi, his only son, was by his side every evening. Once Javi found out about his father’s illness, he chose to come back to him and mend the relationship before he passed. Javi was always a good man with a good heart, and even through a troubled relationship, he still tried his best. Even when there wasn’t much for them to talk about, he was there to support his father and stay with him so he wouldn’t be alone.
It was only one movie that the two were able to bond over, and the first stitch of a mended relationship began from there.
You walked into his room one day and saw the two Guiterrez men relaxed side by side in the small but comfortable room. They both had their eyes glued to the tv, both immersed in the movie they were watching together. It wasn’t until you cleared your throat to announce your presence that they looked over at you.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” you said sheepishly, “I just wanted to check on you, Señor Gutierrez. How are you feeling?”
“Ah, the doctor’s daughter!” he exclaimed, “Always a pleasure to see you. You look radiant as ever,” he nodded over to the machines that remained hooked up to him, “The constant beeping is getting on my nerves, but what more can a dying man complain about?”
“Papa!” Javi exclaimed as he stood up, “I am sorry about my father. He can never hold his tongue at all.”
You couldn’t help the chuckle at Javi’s embarrassment, “How long have we all known each other? I’m used to his antics, Javi, it’s fine.”
Being the daughter of the most prominent doctor to gangs and cartels, you had put up with far worse than an off-color comment. Growing up, it was never easy, but your father always made sure you were safe, even in his dangerous line of work. As you got older, you started to help him out more, since his business was completely off the grid to keep his patients completely anonymous, even from each other.
It had gotten him in some trouble at times, but the cartels came to a truce that whatever happened within the walls of his clinic stayed there. Rivals would sometimes be wheeled past each other in the halls, and neither would make a move. And everyone came to an agreement that the doctor, and his daughter, would never be punished or harmed for treating those on the opposite side of their wars.
That was how you had met Javi. It was many years ago and he dragged his injured father into your father’s clinic. You had just started to help out, and you did what you could to clean and bandage the wound under the watchful eye of your father. Javi was enamored with you from the moment you met; you were strong and brave and beautiful and smart. You were perfect.
He could tell you had a good heart, even from what he was sure was hell at times. He had watched with those big, soft brown eyes while you cared for his father, but he kept his feelings closed off and never let you know how much he truly cared for you. It was too dangerous to get close to you.
So, Javi watched you from afar, but he always made sure to talk to you as much as he could whenever his father’s duties brought them both through the clinic doors. In Javi’s mind, there was at least one thing to look forward to at the clinic.
“You’re watching Guarding Tess again?” your light tone brought Javi back to the present, “This is the third time this week you’ve watched this.”
Javi let out a nervous chuckle, “Yeah, it’s our thing I guess.” Luckily, you didn’t seem to notice that Javi was staring at you while his thoughts raced.
“Didn’t you bring over Face Off last week too, Javi?” you asked as you fluffed his father's pillow and helped him get more comfortable.
“I did,” Javi’s face lit up at the mention of the movie, “It’s my favorite movie, though I do not think my father enjoyed it very much.”
“Psh,” Mr. Gutierrez waved his hand dismissively. He looked like he wanted to say more, but the way Javi’s face dropped made him change his mind. Perhaps he too wanted to end his life on a good note with his son after years of having a rocky relationship. “How about you? What’s your favorite movie?”
“Hmmm,” you thought, “That’s a tough question. It’s so hard to pick just one. But I think…” you paused as you mulled it over and Javi couldn’t help but notice how stunning you looked when your eyebrows scrunched together while you were deep in thought, “It’s a tie between Paddington 2 and Agora.”
“Excellent choices!” Jaci exclaimed. The truth was he would have said the same thing no matter what you said, because everything you did and everything you liked was perfect in his eyes.
Your face lit up in a smile as you met Javi’s eyes and he swore that he forgot to breathe for a moment. You had charmed him without any effort on your part, and every time he saw you, Javi was sure you got more and more beautiful. You were kind and smart and funny and easy to talk to when he had no one else. He felt like the two of you had a special connection, even if he buried his true feelings for you. It was strange to say that Javi at times looked forward to going to your father’s clinic because he knew he could see you there.
Little did Javi know that you secretly felt the exact same way about him. Javi had always been so gracious towards you since the day you met all those years ago, and you couldn’t help but picture his face in your mind when you were having a bad day. His soft eyes and warm smile made your heart skip a beat whenever you saw him, and you couldn’t help but think he was the sweetest man you had ever met in your life.
But, you knew what a big risk it would be to pursue anything with Javi since it could look like favoritism to the other cartels. Worst case scenario it could start an all out war, and that was the last thing you wanted. So, just like Javi, you kept your true feelings buried deep down and we’re grateful for the times you could see him.
“Javi, why don’t you bring over one of those movies next time. The lady has good taste,” Mr. Gutierrez’s voice broke though the silence that had fallen over the room.
“Whatever you want,” Javi’s voice was soft as you gave him a sympathetic smile and left the room.
Javi’s father passed away just a week after that.
*
You hadn’t been to the Gutierrez compound before, but it was magnificent. It sat right on the water, and the setting sun reflected light off the sea so beautifully. The buildings within the compound were old, but they were charming. Guards were posted everywhere, and the walls were built like a fortress, yet it still felt warm and inviting, even in the circumstances. You felt safe there, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the place itself or because of Javi’s presence.
Javi’s father’s funeral was short, but beautiful. Javi gave a eulogy filled with depth and emotions that you couldn’t help but cry at his words. And after the burial, family, friends, and close business associates gathered at the Gutierrez compound for his life celebration. While your father attended the funeral, he always passed on the gatherings afterwards.
“You go on,” your father insisted, “You’ll be my representative,” he said with a light chuckle.
The mood inside the compound was somber and melancholy, yet it felt comforting somehow. As if everyone remembering his life made it feel like he was still there. The senior Gutierrez may have been the founder and head of a major arms cartel, but he was well respected among the other leaders. Some would even say he was a good man, but you would argue that his son was the more honorable of the two.
While you tried to stay close to Javi, too many others vied for his attention as well, so you stepped back for a time and let the others offer their condolences as well. For a time, you ended up in idle conversation with his cousin, Lucas, who you had met several times at your father’s clinic as well. But, as the sun went down and the moon rose, you noticed that Javi had disappeared. So you excused yourself from the conversation and decided to go look for him. 
Javi sat in his room, alone, with a glass of alcohol in his hand and a movie on the tv in front of him that he only mildly paid attention to. He had retreated away when the well meaning consolations from everyone became too much and he just needed some time alone. However, there was one person that he wouldn’t mind joining him.
A knock at the door started him so much that he almost dropped his drink. Javi quickly rushed to his feet and set the glass down before it broke it before he called to the closed doorway, “Yes?”
The voice from the other end was exactly who he had hoped it would be.
“Javi?”
A grin lit up his face for the first time in days as he bolted to the door with your name in a whisper. When he pulled it open, you stood next to one of his guards, who looked at him apologetically.
“I’m sorry sir. She insisted on seeing you. Says it’s important.”
“It’s fine, gracias,” Javi shooed the guard away and extended his arm out in an invitation to you, “Come in, querida.”
It was the first time you’d been in Javi’s room, and it made your hands tingle with nerves. And it was only made worse when Javi stood just inches from you, his hand still firmly in yours. 
He must have read your mind because Javi suddenly let go of your hand and looked down with embarrassment, “Sorry,” he mumbled as his eyes met yours once more.
“It’s fine,” you whispered as you savored the warmth from his grip before it faded away. 
You saw every little detail on Javi’s face, from the way his curls fell on his forehead to the sharp angle of his nose to the slight bloodshot in his eyes that told you he had been crying. He was beautiful, and you couldn’t help the thoughts that popped into your head, even at a time like this.
“It’s getting late, shouldn’t you be heading home? Is something the matter?” Javi asked sincerely as he placed his hand on your arm and guided you towards the small ottoman that sat at the foot of his bed. 
“I just wanted to check on you,” your voice was soft as you fiddled with your fingers, “I was worried, I hadn’t seen you in a while.”
Javi’s eyes sparkled as he gave you a sad smile, “You do not need to worry about me, querida,” he replied in just as hushed a tone.
For several moments, neither of you knew what to say next. You found yourself lost in his eyes until your gaze dropped down and you realized that once again his hand still gripped your arm. With a quiet gasp, your eyes shot back up, and Javi’s eyes widened as he realized he still held you as well. You covered your hand over his and made it clear that you didn’t want him to let you go. 
And he didn’t want to either.
“Javi…”
“You look so beautiful in the moonlight,” Javi whispered as he brought his other hand up and cupped the side of your face, “More beautiful than the stars reflected off the sea… Mi estrella.”
His words took your breath away, and you felt like your skin was on fire. Part of you screamed to stop, since you were sure Javi was in a fragile emotional state and you didn’t want to make things weird between you. Yet, the other part of you wanted to keep going and see what he would do next. And you had dreamed of being this close to him for years.
“Javi,” you repeated his name, “Is this really a good idea? I mean, your father…”
“I’m alright, mi estrella,” Javi’s voice never faltered, “You of all people know I was never that close with my father,” he paused as he took a deep breath, “In fact, this has made me more sure that I shouldn’t let what is in front of me slip away.”
Every time he called you that nickname it made your heart pound in your chest. Vaguely, you wondered if you were dreaming, or if this was actually happening. Years of denying your feelings and dancing around each other finally came to a head at this moment. It wasn’t the ideal circumstances, but still you were in awe that this was really real. 
Javi’s face was only centimeters from yours, and you felt his breath on your lips. But, he did not move. He stayed perfectly still, his lips ghosting over yours, and you realized that he waited for you to make the final call. As badly as he wanted to kiss you, Javi wanted to be certain that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.
And of course you did.
With a gasp, you closed the small gap between yourselves and kissed him. Immediately, the kiss erupted into more and Javi held you tightly with his large hands as the kiss deepend. Neither of you were sure who parted their lips first, but the moment your tongue met his, it was like an explosion of fire and feelings completely overcame you both. Desperately, you both clawed at each other, as if you couldn’t get close enough to him, and Javi gently guided you over to his bed.
“You are exquisite, mi estrella,” Javi murmured in between kisses as he tugged at your clothes. But something suddenly snapped in him, as if he regained control of his brain once more and he paused, “Are you sure this is what you want? If I am going too far just tell me and I’ll st…”
“Don’t you dare stop, Javi,” you grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him in for another heated kiss, “I’ve wanted you for so long,” you whispered as your hands worked on the buttons of his shirt.
Javi couldn’t help the smile as he exhaled heavily with relief and sighed your name, “I have longed for you since the moment we met.”
“Well, now you have me, Javi,” you breathed as you felt him carefully strip you of your clothes while you did the same to him, “Now what are you going to do with me?” you added with a coy smirk.
He didn’t answer you with his words, only with another kiss as he pulled the last piece of your outfit off and spun you around. He launched both of your bodies onto his bed, and both of you grunted as you landed on your back on the soft mattress with Javi’s full weight on top of you. He had barely touched you, and yet just having Javi on top of you already felt like a perfect dream come true.
Javi’s thoughts must have mirrored yours as his eyes wanted across your now fully naked body. His mouth dropped open in awe as he memorized every inch of your figure in the moonlight, “You are… So perfect,” his breath was heavy and ragged as his skin felt warmer and warmer by the second.
“So are you, Javi,” you reached up and cupped his face as you traced your thumb across his cheek. In the moonlight, the shadows danced across his face and his eyes sparkled. The soft shine from the curls that france his face highlighted him perfectly, and the look of pure admiration on his face was something you knew you would never forget. Javi Gutierrez was truly the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life, and now it was a fantasy come true for you to finally be with him.
“Now kiss me again,” you used the leverage of your face on his head to pull him flush against you.
Javi didn’t need to be told twice, and he surrendered to your touch as you crashed your lips together. He moaned into you as his hands wandered down to your breasts and gave them a soft squeeze. When you let out a gasp, Javi broke away to watch your expression as he kneaded your breasts and ran his fingers across your nipples. He felt himself harden with every moan and gasp you let out, and when he pinched your nipples a little bit harder and you threw your head back, he thought he might just cum then and there.
But Javi kept his composure as best he could, and he rocked his hardening length against your fold as he continued to play with your breasts. He positioned himself so that he hovered over you, and as he watched you lose yourself in the pleasure of his touch, he couldn’t help but attach his lips to your neck and suck hard at the sensitive skin there.
“Javi…” you moaned his name as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and rocked your hips against his.
“Mi estrella,” he groaned your name after his new nickname for you.
“Call me that again,” your voice wasn’t commanding, yet Javi felt the immediate need to obey your request.
“Mi estrella,” he repeated with a smile, and it warmed his heart to know you approved of the nickname he chose for you. You were always a shining star in the darkness that was his world, and the way you lit up in the night sky in this moment compared to nothing else. For so long, Javi thought you were out of reach, but to have you now was better than anything he ever could have imagined.
And Javi was sure he never wanted to let you go now.
Javi kissed his way down your body until he reached your breasts. He wrapped his lips around one of your nipples as he cupped your other breast. You let out a wanton moan as you dug your nails into his shoulders while he swirled his tongue around your nipple. You bucked your hips against his chest and Javi groaned into your skin when he felt the wetness from between your legs.
For such a solemn evening, the night became so perfect with you underneath him like this, but Javi still wanted more. He needed more. He needed you. So he continued to kiss his way down your stomach, leaving a trail of saliva and affection along the way. But when he finally reached your pussy, he paused.
“Can I taste you, mi estrella?” Javi’s voice was low and heavy and his curls fell into his face as his chest heaved. He looked as if he would suffocate if he didn’t lick your pussy, but he still held back and waited for your permission.
“Please,” you breathed as you cupped his face.
Wasting no time, Javi suddenly dove in between your legs and gripped your thighs tightly as he covered your cunt with his mouth. The scream you let out when you felt his tongue on your clit went right to his cock, but he ignored it in favor of pleasuring you.
You tasted so good, and the more Javi ran his tongue up and down your folds the more he knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to how things were. He could spend every night, every morning, whenever you wanted buried between your legs.
“Oh shit… Javi… Jav…”
As Javi flicked his tongue on your clit while he kneaded your thighs, you felt completely lost in the bliss. You felt like you floated on the Mediterranean Sea outside instead of his bed. And Javi seemed to know exactly what spots drive you crazy as you felt the tingle of an approaching orgasm before you knew it.
“Javi I’m…” 
He groaned into you as he picked up his pace, desperate for you to cum against him. And it only took a few more licks of his tongue for him to get what he wanted. With a low moan and your hands tightly buried in Javi’s hair, you came hard. Your legs trembled in his grip as waves of pleasure crashed through you over and over again until you couldn’t take it anymore.
You yanked Javi off of you, and the two of you panted in silence for several long moments. Javi had a glazed over expression on his face as his chin glistened from the evidence of your climax. But even as his cock throbbed with need, all Javi could think of was you. How beautiful you looked lost in your bliss like that, how much he wanted to please you, take care of you, grow old with you…
But, Javi was knocked out of his thoughts when you bucked your hips against his and let out a low whimper, “Javi… Please… Fuck me… I need you inside me.”
His cock twitched and Javi froze his movements. He took just a moment to admire you underneath him before he spoke, “I am not going to fuck you, mi estrella,” his voice was low with need as he guided his cock to your entrance and pushed just the tip in. Both of you gasped but he held himself back to finish his thought, “I am going to make love to you.”
Before you could retort with something smart, Javi pushed himself into you more, and every thought you had was instantly gone. All the thoughts in your head were only of him, and how good his cock felt as he slowly pushed himself inside you inch by inch. 
“Fuck… Javi…”
He groaned through gritted teeth as he murmured your name, “Fuck you feel so good… Ahhh.”
“Shit, Javi,” you clung to him as if your life depended on it, “Don’t stop… Please don’t stop.”
Javi wasted no time and slowly thrust himself in and out of you at a steady pace. Moans and groans from both of you filled the room as Javi filled you over and over again. Mumbled curses in between the sloppy sounds of your wet pussy completed the chorus of your lovemaking.
“Mi estrella,” Javi groaned, “I am not going to last much longer… You feel… Ahh, you’re incredible… You’re…”
“Javi,” you cut him off as you bucked your hips against his and clenched your inner muscles around his cock, “You’re incredible… You’re amazing… You’re… Fuck!”
Javi snaked his hand in between your bodies and rubbed at your clit, and he savored the scream you let out as he interrupted your thoughts. Your cries only got louder and louder the more he fiddled with your clit, and from the way he felt you tightened around him, Javi knew you were close.
“Come on, mi estrella,” Javi cooed, “Cum for me again. Let me see you… Let me feel you…”
Your eyes fluttered open as you gaze into his eyes and for a moment you lost yourself completely. Your entire world became only Javi and his touch; everything else melted away. But, your sudden climax brought you back to Earth and you came hard with a loud scream. As Javi pounded into you and rubbed at your clit, your entire body trembled around him as you clung to him. Between how good he felt fucking you and the emotions of finally being with him, it was almost too much and tears filled your eyes as you rode out your second orgasm of the night.
With a moan of your name, Javi came right after you. The spectacular show you put on for him went straight to his cock, and his heart. You were everything he dreamed of and so much more, and to give you such pleasure was everything to Javi. And the way you felt so warm and tight around his cock only made his feelings for you grow until he couldn’t take it anymore and spilled himself deep inside you.
Once he had no more to give, Javi collapsed on top of you and both of you grunted from the sudden movement. Heavy breaths filled the room as neither of you had the energy to move. You felt Javi’s cock twitch inside you and it made you whine softly.
“Shit, are you ok?” Javi said your name as he pushed himself onto his elbows with a lot of effort and slowly slid out of you.
You let out another whimper as you suddenly felt so empty without Javi inside you, but he was at your side in an instant. His concerned eyes looked into your soul and it took you a moment to find your voice, “Perfect,” you finally replied before you pulled him in for another kiss.
This kiss was softer and slower, but still full of emotions. As Javi moaned into your mouth and allowed you to take his tongue with yours once again, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in close to you. When you both needed to break away for air, you guided Javi to rest on your chest. Neither of you spoke, but perhaps no words were needed as you rested together on Javi’s bed, tangled up in each other. 
Perhaps because he was exhausted emotionally as well as physically, but it took Javi no time to fall asleep in your arms. His head rested on your chest as the sound of your heartbeat quickly lulled him off to sleep. You, however, stayed awake for some time and just listened to the sounds of his soft snores. You ran your hands through his hair as you cradled his naked body against yours. And in that moment, everything was perfect. 
*
The sun had barely bagan to touch Javi’s skin when the sound of his phone woke him from a peaceful slumber. It had been so long since he had slept that well that Javi felt disoriented for a moment. The melody of his ringtone continued to play as he groaned and slowly blinked his eyes open. He tried to turn over, but a weight held him in place, and suddenly a rush of emotions jolted Javi fully awake.
You were still sound asleep in his bed, your warmth against his body a welcome comfort in the turmoil that was his life lately. Javi let out a deep sigh as he thought back to the night before and how beautiful you looked while lost in your passions. Even now, sound asleep, you looked like an angel from the stars. As he reached out and gently brushed his fingertips along your face, his phone started to ring again.
“Ay si, si I’m coming, I’m coming,” Javi mumbled a string of curses in Spanish as he carefully rolled over as to not wake you, “Si?” he answered his phone and pushed himself to the edge of the bed with his back to you.
“Ay primo there you are!” Lucas said from the other end of the line, “I’m downstairs, we need to talk. Get down here right away.”
Javi sighed as he ran his hand over his face and through his hair, “Lucas, this isn’t a good time. I…”
“Yes yes, I know you had company last night,” he interrupted, “I won’t take long, I promise.”
“Alight. I’ll be right down,” Javi sounded defeated as he hung up the phone and stood up. He stretched before he walked over to his closest, grabbed the first thing he saw and quickly dressed. He ran his hands through his messy curls to tame them, not fully caring about making himself fully presentable.
But, Javi let out a surprised yelp when he turned around and saw you were sitting up with the blankets pulled up to your chest.
“Ay, estrella,” he clutched his chest as he tried to calm his pounding heart, “You scared me. I didn’t hear you wake up.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at his exaggerated reaction, “Sorry Javi,” you covered your mouth and tried to hide your grin, “You seemed deep in thought, I didn’t want to make you lose concentration.”
Javi let out a deep breath as the corners of his lips turned up into a faint smile. Even with the new burdens he now felt after his father’s passing, you still managed to make your way into his heart and give him a moment of brightness in this dark time. He crossed the room and sat down on the bed and cupped your face with his hand, “Mi estrella, you always make me lose concentration,” he murmured, “But you are a more than welcome distraction.”
“I hope I’m more than just a distraction,” you whispered in a nervous tone. 
You had always had feelings for Javi, but you kept them buried deep down, that was until last night happened. And now that the dam broke, you weren’t sure what would happen next. From the way he held you and thrust into you last night, you were sure he felt the same way about you, but you also knew that it was dangerous to let your guard down, even around him. Yet, something about Javi made you want to take that risk.
Javi brushed his thumb across your skin and looked at you with the kindest, most warm expression you had ever seen, “Of course you are,” he said your name in a hushed tone that still held all his emotions, “It’s just…”
A knock at Javi’s door interrupted, “Sir?” a guard in front of the other side of the door called, “Your cousin is waiting for you.”
Both you and Javi dropped your gazes down and noticed that while you were talking, you slid your hand into his. Matching sighs escaped both your lips and you trailed your eyes back up Javi’s arm only to find that he was already looking right at you.
“I won’t be long, estrella,” he said, “We can continue this when I get back?”
You only nodded in response, not trusting your voice.
“Good,” Javi gave you a smile, “Wait here, I shouldn’t be long.” He leaned forward, as if he wanted to kiss you goodbye, but he decided against it. Instead, Javi gave your hand a squeeze before he let go and left you alone in his room: something he wished he didn’t have to do.
*
“Hey, cousin!” Lucas extended his arms out as Javi walked through the door, “I take it you had a good night?”
“It was fine,” Javi said shyly as he sat down at the table across from his cousin, “What was it that you needed to discuss that couldn’t wait?”
“Right to the point today, I see,” Lucas remarked with a grin. After a moment of silence, he continued, “Alright, I’ll get to it then,” he took a sip of coffee and cleared his throat, “Now, your father appointed us both leaders of his cartel before he passed. And business is booming, so we don’t have any time to lose.”
Javi nodded and closed his eyes; he already knew he wasn’t going to like what his cousin had to say.
“You and I both know that between the two of us, I am better suited to actually handle the business. I spent the most time with your father learning everything there is to know…”
“So, you want to take the business yourself?” Javi guessed.
“In a way,” Lucas smirked as he leaned forward, “I am going to run everything from the shadows, and you are going to be the figurehead. It’s a classic misdirection! The world will think it’s you but in fact all the deals will be safe with me. That way the business stays safely handled and no one will ever tear us down. We’ll be unstoppable!”
Javi felt a pit in his stomach. He had hoped that with his father’s death, he could just pass the cartel off to Lucas or another trusted family member and he could leave the business for good. Maybe then he could finally take you out on a proper date with the fear of getting you hurt. He could live the life he wanted to live, with you. 
However, that didn’t seem to be in the cards for him.
“But Lucas, I…”
“No, I know what you're going to say,” he interrupted, “If this is about the doctor’s daughter…”
“You leave her out of this,” Javi swiftly stood up as he raised his voice more than he meant to.
Lucas, however, was only amused at the outburst, “You want to protect her, right? Well, this is how you can. I give you my word, we will keep her safe, but only if you do what I say.”
Javi balled his hands into fists as he mulled it over. Deep down, he knew that once his cousin wanted something, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Javi also knew that having you as leverage was dangerous, but he would do anything to protect you. With a defeated sigh, Javi nodded, “Ok.”
Lucas stood and patted him on the shoulder, “Alright! Now we’re in business.”
*
Javi hung his head low as he walked through the compound back to his room. Just as he thought his life might change, circumstances got in the way. They always did somehow. Now, he was faced with how to handle things moving forward, and what was the best to keep you safe. He couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you because of him, even though he knew you were a strong person.
“Javi!” your voice broke him out of his thoughts as he entered his room. His eyes landed on your figure, dressed in your clothes from last night and seated at the window with a book from his bookshelf in your hands, “I was starting to worry, you took so long,” you stood and moved over to him, but your demeanor changed when you saw the solemn look in his face, “What’s wrong? What happened?”
This was harder than he thought, and all Javi wanted to do was pull you in his arms and tell you the truth after he saw the look of concern on your face. But, he had to remain strong, for your sake. 
“I…” he cleared his throat, “I have business to attend to,” he lied, “Someone will get your car for you.”
“Ok…” you weren’t sure what to make of his sudden cold attitude, “Is everything ok? Is there something I can do?” You were worried; this wasn’t like him at all.
“No,” he replied back a little too quickly and too forcefully, “No,” he repeated in a softer tone, “I umm, I don’t think we should see each other for a while.”
“Oh…” 
In just one word, Javi heard the heartbreak in your voice, and it took everything in him not to reach out and comfort you. But, he stayed stoic as he turned away from you.
“I see,” you dropped your gaze down to the floor as you gathered your things, “I guess that answers my question from earlier. I’ll just leave then.” When you reached the doorway and stood next to Javi, you whispered, “Sorry for your loss, Javi.”
The sound of your voice broke Javi’s heart more than you knew, but he had to remind himself he was doing this for you as he heard you walk out the door. He stood in silence for several long minutes as he imagined you getting into your car and driving away, unknowingly taking his heart with you. It wasn’t until he was absolutely sure that he was truly alone that Javi collapsed down to the floor with his head in his hands. 
It would be years until the two of you saw each other again.
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Not requested, but here’s some Technoblade for y’all. A mix of angst and fluff. It’s currently 1 am and I’m too tired to get any actual fics out atm so y’all can get this little thing before I go to bed. Goodnight my sleepies. 💕
🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷
Fandom(s): DreamSMP
Character(s): C!Technoblade
Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)
TW: Mention of death
Style: Hcs
Summary: You find out that Technoblade will be dying soon. You decide to finally confess your love to him whilst spending your last moments with him.
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You walked into Technoblade’s cabin, seeing him looking out the window. His cape and crown were discarded, leaving his beautiful form on full display. His hair wasn’t in its usual braid, it was fully down, framing his scarred face. The man had heard the door open, but didn’t move or look towards the sound, knowing very well who was here.
You walked next to him, staring at the same view. He had been watching the sunset. It reminded you of him.
“Y/N.” His monotone voice broke the silence. The air was tense. He could tell you were holding back tears.
“I’m dying very soon.”
“I know.” He noted how your voice broke, and when he looked down at you, he saw how watery your eyes were. You refused to look at him, knowing it would instantly break the dam. It hurt him knowing how much pain you were going through. He never knew he could have such an affect on someone. He watched with a sad expression as you wiped your eyes before turning to him, not yet looking at his face.
“Technoblade.” You grabbed one of his hands, which was a lot bigger than yours. His heart shattered as he thought back to all the times you played with his hands, tracing the lines and scars, maneuvering his fingers to form a certain shape, cracking his knuckles, playing with the jewelry, or simply just holding it. It was a habit that he’d come to enjoy and even find a comfort in. You knew he wasn’t really one for physical affection, so you showed your love in small ways. And whilst at first they were difficult to get used to, it eventually worried him if you weren’t doing the small acts you usually did.
You played around with his hand a bit, before intertwining your fingers with his and bringing your other hand to hold his near your heart. You sighed, stepping closer to Techno.
“I love you.” The words stunned him. Sure, you’ve said them before, but those were in a platonic way. He could tell that this time was different. But now wasn’t the time for him to go through a whole rant of “there’s so many other people but you love ME?” He could tell that was the last thing you needed right now. So he accepted your words.
“I love you too.” He gently unwrapped his hand from yours, moving it to cup your cheek. Your eyes finally met his red ones, tears streaming down your face. Now it was Techno who was holding back tears.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner..” The piglin took his other hand to cup your other cheek, holding your face still as he leaned down and placed a gentle yet loving kiss to your forehead. A silent way of telling you that it was alright.
“When I die, I’d like to meet you again. And spend the afterlife with you.” Technoblade smiled and leaned his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes with nothing but adoration.
“I’d love that.”
You spent his final moments right by his side in his bedroom, watching the sunset, then the moonrise, then the stars. He retold you Greek myths, rambled about how he was feeling, how scared he was to die, and how sad he was that he had to leave you. You listened and comforted him through the whole thing. And right before he died, he gave you one last kiss on the lips, one that was passionate and long-lasting. The tears came right back, knowing what was about to come. He shared one last “I love you” before taking his final breath. You luckily managed to say it back just before he died, seeing him smile before he went completely limp.
You stayed in his bedroom for hours, holding him close to you and sobbing until his body went cold. You hoped that it wasn’t true, hoped that he’d open his eyes and laugh at the state you were in. But no. He was gone, and he was never coming back.
You took all of his favorite and personal belongings. His crown, his cape, his sword, his axe, his book of Greek myths, and The Art of War. You gave your lover one last kiss before burying him along with all of his belongings, stabbing his sword into the ground and placing his cape and crown with it. You surround his grave with his favorite flowers and potatoes, along with a sign that said “I love you. -Y/N”
You took Technoblade’s extra cape, vowing to keep it safe and never let anything bad happen to it. It was all you had left of him. You stayed at his cabin that night, sleeping in his bed. Well, tried to. You were cuddled up in his sheets and his cape, Techno being the only thing on your mind. The feeling of his last kiss to you still burned on your lips, wishing you could feel it one last time. You cried all night in his bed, not falling asleep until the sun came up. When you awoke in the afternoon, you expected Technoblade to be there by your side, before remembering the tragic truth.
He was gone.
🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷
Honestly just knowing that Alex’s heart no longer beats, he no longer breathes, and his body is now ice cold is just super scary. The sound of heartbeats have always been comforting but after losing him I’ve realized how scary and painful death can truly be. Now whenever I hear a heartbeat I’ll probably start crying and imagine it’s Techno- Anywho, it’s officially 2 am, almost 3 am. I spent way more time on this than I thought I would lmfao. But it’s time for me to sleep. Bye bye sleepies. <33
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housewardens helping you take your braids out pt.2
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synopsis : it’s been 3 months since you’ve gotten your braids done. it’s finally the day you’ve been dreading; the day you have to take them out. luckily, your dear boyfriend is (hopefully) there to help! hopefully he’ll make the process more quick and fun!
info : black reader, gn. reader, maybe ooc for vil
characters : vil , idia , malleus , azul
a/n : okay finally here’s part 2!! (read part 1 here if you haven’t yet) sorry this took so long, i accidentally deleted the draft n had to rewrite everything zzzz
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> vil schoenheit
vil had everything you needed to take them out, stuff you hadn’t thought about using too! oil? he got it, different types of combs and brushes? check, even a damn spray bottle mixed with leave in conditioner and water
before y’all even start taking the braids out, he drags you to the pomefiore bathrooms to wash your scalp and roots. he’ll go on and on about how you need to wash your braids at least once a month to prevent the gel buildup and how it soothes an itchy scalp!
he’d be the type to section off your braids, maybe four parts. he’ll tell you it’s to make sure you don’t miss a single braid
don’t even think about unraveling a single braid without some oil on your fingers, at least not around vil. he’ll smack your hand away and dump the oil bottle in your hands
never again will you take your braids out alone. god, vil makes everything more enjoyable. he’ll massage your back and hands whenever they start to hurt, if you get hungry he has snacks (never the good kinds but it’ll do)
when it comes to knots, vil would be so gentle. he’ll spray the hair before using a detangling brush. if he tugs too hard by accident, he’ll mutter an apology before continuing
just like leona, when they’re a few braids left, he’ll start to braid down your natural hair. but my god his braids hurts, he might as well braid your thoughts while he’s at it. if you complain their food tight, he’ll just say beauty is pain
> idia shroud
when you asked for his help, he was unsure if he wanted too. a new event boss was coming out that night! he needed to prepare but boyfriend duties come first
being a total shut in, he was very uneducated on taking out braids. occasionally he’d seen the videos you posted on your magicam story involving this stuff, but 9 times out of 10 he didn’t pay that much attention to it
nonetheless, you still explained the process to him without him needed to ask. how hard could this be anyway, to him, it was like beating a level 1 boss at player level 80. or so he thought
he was so scared to touch your hair. you could tell him a million times it’s okay and he’ll still hesitate, so much for that confidence he had
eventually he was comfortable enough to help you, not without something to calm his nerves though. playing his favorite movie helped a lot!
idia’s hands are fast. once he gets into a rhythm, the normal time it takes you to finish gets cut town by an hour or three. maybe it’s from all that typing and gaming he does, who knows
being such a considerate boyfriend, he brushes your hair for you. he’ll put your hair in a low ponytail (a style he sees a lot on your magicam story too) with his blue ponytail holder. he’ll even put his in a low ponytail too so y’all can match
> malleus draconia
anything you need help with, malleus is there so of course he’ll help you take your braids out
although, he did suggest using magic to have the braids gone in an instant but you shut that idea down. no magic is ever getting near your hair
he may never did this before, but he’s old and smart so he understands what to do without you explaining anything. the one thing he didn’t understand what cutting the braid, isn’t that worst than magic? he was still a teeny bit confused when you told him it’s not real hair but whatever, he just doesn’t use the scissors
he’ll tell you he read about some of the cultural background of braids (hours after you asked him, the two of you set up a time for him to come and help) , telling you about the new information he learned. he’ll ask you if the information is correct, if it is, he’ll memorize it, if not, he’ll ask you to correct him
honestly, expect him to take longer to undo one braid. he’s being slow on purpose, the longer he takes; the longer he gets to spend time with you
if it takes up the whole night because of him, oh well, he doesn’t care and neither do you
when you eventually finish, he’ll massage your scalp, brush your hair, even play in it. maybe he laced the brush or his hands with a sleeping spell (if that’s even possible) cause goddamn you were one second away from falling asleep
> azul ashengrotto
did you really expect him to agree without him getting anything in return? just ‘cause your his lover doesn’t mean your exempt from his shady business dealer things
the two of you had to start once the lounge closed, which wasn’t too late but knowing how much hair you have plus the amount of braids (depending on what size you prefer) you knew it was going to take a while
knowing azul, he’d take this opportunity to propose a business deal; a new salon within nrc, with you as a co-founder. you thought it was a strange idea but you still agreed, just to humor him
the two of you would converse a lot, talking about anything and everything. hours would go by and you wouldn’t even realize you’re half way finished
any knots he comes across, he’ll have you tend to it. he doesn’t want to mess up or cause you any pain
azul would also be fast at unbraiding. if you’re talking too long on one braid, he’ll take over and ask you to just start on another one
he’ll definitely complain about the mess when the two of you are finished. he’ll be super dramatic about how there’s hair everywhere when there really isn’t, just a pile of hair sitting on the desk
once you both finish cleaning, he’ll remind you of payment. what is it? oh, you have to stay over for the night
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