#I’m sorry I cried myself to sleep over this last night-

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Against All Odds - Part 2

➪the one where bradley pushes away his pride and finally admits to himself what he already knew, that you are his number one priority.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of injuries, descriptions of injuries, arguments, break ups, bradley is a major dick in this

Word Count: 3.8k | Part 1

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Bradley had to blink away the sleep in his eyes as he quickly sat up, his phone nearly falling from his hand as he brought it up to his ear. “Baby,” he said desperately as he called you back. 

It rang and rang until he was beginning to think he had completely blown it, then the call connected. He was met with silence, but you had actually picked up, so he knew you could hear him.

“Y/n,” he hesitantly said, his heart beating loudly in his ears as he heard your quiet inhale. 

“Bradley?” Your sweet voice called his name, and Bradley felt his eyes sting a bit as he sat up and planted his feet onto the carpet to ensure he was stable and not dreaming this.

“Babygirl,” he rasped, his body full of adrenaline even though he had just woken up. His face was as sore as anything else and his body ached, but he was talking to you for the first time in months. The only thing that would make it better would be if you were actually here with him. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

He heard you sniff quietly on the other end, and he knew you were beginning to cry. His heart ached to be with you right now and his fingers were begging to be able to wipe away your pretty tears. 

You didn’t say anything and he was desperate to hear your voice again and get you talking to him. “Y/n,” he called softly. “Talk to me, baby, please.”

He hears you sniff again before you mumble. “I don’t know what to say,”

“Anything,” he answered instantly. “Say anything, please. Yell at me, call me a selfish asshole, tell me that you hate me. Just don’t hang up.”

“I don’t hate you, Bradley,” you tell him quietly, making his heart race as you confess that he was wrong in thinking you’ve spent the last couple months despising him. “And you’re not a selfish asshole.”

He could’ve cried at that if he wasn’t too focused on trying to figure out what to say next that will keep you talking to him. “I’m so sorry,” he said again, his voice hoarse and his face aching. “I’ll keep saying I’m sorry for the rest of my life. I need you, Y/n.”

“Bradley,” you trail off, your tone quiet and your breathing uneven. “It’s been months.”

“I know,” he said quickly. “Trust me, I know. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since…since I broke up with you. That has been the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my entire life. I can’t believe I talked to you like that. Fuck, you deserve so much better.”

You were quiet for a bit and he began to think he had run out of time with you, but then you spoke softly, “I’m sorry about last night. I watched a bit of it, but I couldn’t bring myself to see the end. I guess you lost, huh?” 

Fuck, he almost wish you got to see him get his ass handed to him. It’s the least you deserved, to watch the guy who broke your heart get his face beaten in. “I’m glad you didn’t,” he admitted. Then he clued in to what you said and a small smile formed on his lips as he asked, “You still watch the matches?”

“Sometimes,” 

Bradley wasn’t sure whether or not he should feel relieved or guilty. He leaned back on the couch and draped his free arm over his sore abs as he sat in silence for a few seconds. He wanted you back, more than anything else in the world. He knew now what he should’ve known before, and that is that he’d do anything for you. 

You wanted him to give up his career? He will. He’d get an office job if it meant he got to have you back in his life. 

You wanted to have a house together? He’ll get the papers ready that confirms it within a few days. 

You wanted him to take you and your relationship seriously? You’ll be his number one priority for the rest of his life, like you should have been since the very beginning. 

“Baby,” he nearly whimpered. “I miss you so much. Every fucking day.”

He dreaded your next words, unsure if he should even be telling you that he missed you right now, but he was never good at keeping his thoughts to himself. That was one of the things that caused you to leave him, and that really fucking hurt to think about. 

Thankfully, you saved him from hurting even more by whispering, “I miss you, too,”

He knew he was going too fast, but he couldn’t help it. He needed to see you, face to face. He needed to tell you how sorry he is in person. “Y/n,” he begged. “Come over, babygirl. Please.”

-

“Bradley, what the fuck were you thinking?” You nearly yell as you carry more than half his body weight while you guide him into the house. “He could’ve killed you. Why do you insist on getting so damn cocky every time you’re in that stupid ring?”

“Enough, baby,” he muttered as he pulled away from you and limped his way into the living room. Truthfully, he probably needed your help right now in order to fix up the wounds he received, but not if it meant you were going to baby him like you were his mother. “It’s fine.”

Of course you weren’t going to let him off easy. You never did and it was usually something he appreciated, but he was really fucking annoyed right now and just wanted to end the day with you in bed, but you looked as energized as ever. “It’s fine? It’s fine? Bradley, it’s not fine!”

He huffed and sat down on the couch, lifting his sore hand and massaging his knuckles. “Fuck off,” he said under his breath, not at all saying it to you but about his current situation. He just wanted to sleep off the events of the night, and you weren’t letting up. 

Maybe he should have been clearer about that, though. “Fuck off? Seriously, Bradley?”

He held back an eye roll as he leaned back against the couch. “I wasn’t saying it to you, come on, baby,”

You glared at him. “Who were you saying it to then? ‘Cause if you haven’t realized, I’m the only one here. I’m always the only one here. It’s me who has to clean you up whenever you get the shit beaten out of you, and it’s me who has to haul you all the way home since you won’t let anyone else touch you,”

Bradley did roll his eyes this time. “Sue me for only wanting my girlfriend to take care of me,” he grunted, pressing his thumb harshly against his bruised knuckles. “You do realize that’s what you are right? You’re my girlfriend, not my fucking mom, so can we please drop this and go to bed?”

You laughed. “Why? So you can just forget about it? You do this every time, Bradley and I’m getting pretty fucking tired of it,”

“Oh, cry me a river, Y/n,” he huffed as you stepped towards him. “You knew what you were getting into when you said yes to going out with me five fucking years ago. Why is it such a problem now?”

You cross your arms, your gaze softening a bit. You hated arguing with Bradley, and while you didn’t do it all the time, it was something that had been happening quite often as of lately. “It’s always been a problem, Bradley. You know I hate seeing you get hurt,” 

Bradley looked up at you and his hard gaze, too, faded a bit. “It’s part of my job, babygirl. You know that,” he reminded you and tried to keep the irritation out of his voice. “You said you supported me.”

“I do,” you say, a bit offended as you stand in front of him. “But I don’t support the guy you become when you think things are too easy for you. Why do you instigate things with the guys you fight? You always end up eating your words when they put you back in your place. It’s like you go out of your way to put on a good show or something, and I’m the one who’s left to look after you when it’s over. It’s hard on me, baby. I hate seeing you get hurt and you seem to get a kick out of it.”

Bradley pressed his palm flat against his bruised face as he tried to think of a rational way to respond to you. He did not want to be talking about this right now, and you showed no signs of giving him the fucking break he was craving. He knew you were just worried about him and he loved you for it, so he was trying hard to not go off on you since you really didn’t deserve it, but it was taking a lot out of him to keep calm. He felt like he was being interrogated, and he felt like he needed to remind you once again that you are his partner, not his parent. 

“It’s my job,” he said again, this time not doing much to keep the annoyance out of his voice. “I’m supposed to entertain people.”

“Not by going out of your way and ensuring you walk away with a beaten up face, Bradley,” you counter, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. “That’s not entertaining, it’s scary. You don’t care what happens to you as long as you get what you want out of it, and it’s scary. You scare me sometimes, Bradley.”

While on a normal night your words would’ve had him straightening up his act a bit and apologizing, the events leading up to this moment have him feeling more pissed off than understanding. 

Things were going well for him a few hours ago, and he just started his sixth round with Banks Harper when you tried giving him a pep talk that felt more like a lecture. Your scolds were all he could think about as he threw his first punch, then he spewed out some dumb line about how his mother could fight better than Banks, and then he was getting the shit beaten out of him. 

It wasn’t your fault he lost tonight, but he was far too stubborn to think that it was his own right now. “I scare you?” He asked with a humorless laugh, and by the look of surprise on your face he knew that wasn’t the response you were expecting from him. He pushed himself up so he was towering over you, using his height and build in ways he used against his opponents, not while he was with his sweet girlfriend. “Why the fuck are you with me then? Huh? Why the fuck are you here?”

You stare up at him with hurt evident in your eyes. “I’m here because I love you, Bradley,” you weakly answer. “Because I don’t believe in throwing away five years just because you don’t know how or when to stop.” 

Bradley could see how much his harsh words were affecting you, but he was fired up now and you weren’t offering him the escape from it all like you usually did. You were adding to his frustrations instead of helping him get rid of them. “So you don’t believe in me. Is that what you’re saying?”

“No!” You yell and drop your arms to your sides. “That’s not what I’m saying at all! You’re putting words in my mouth. I’ve been your biggest supporter ever since we started dating and I still support you now, I-”

“Still? You still support me now?” He asked as he stepped closer to you. Your eyes were pleading with him now and if he had half a mind he’d shut up and whisk you away to bed so he could apologize to you while holding you in his arms. But he was running off of the small amount of adrenaline he had left in him, and it was making his brain feel a bit fuzzy. “Then fucking act like it. Maybe, I don’t know, don’t question me on everything little fucking thing I do. If I want to talk shit to the guys I fight then I will. You don’t get to fucking control me or what I do when I give you everything you could ever need. I provide you with everything, the least you could do is act a little grateful, not jump on me as soon as we get home. Just…get off my back, alright? Fuck.”

You cower away from him a bit as tears sting your eyes. You were glaring at him now and trying to fight off the way your lip was quivering, but you were feeling hurt at this point and he still wasn’t seeing it from your perspective. “I’m not trying to control you, Bradley, I…” you trail off, looking down at the floor as the first of many tears begin to fall. “I can’t believe you actually said that to me.”

Bradley rolled his eyes and walked past you, the adrenaline doing a fine job at keeping his body upright and taking away the pain he will be feeling later. “What? Can’t believe what? That I won’t let you walk all over me? You can say all this bullshit about me but then get mad when I throw it back at you,” he muttered. “Real original, baby.”

“Bradley,” you gasped as you turned to him and tugged on his arm. “What the hell. All I wanted was for you to see things how I see them, that’s all. Maybe if you did then-”

“Oh, my fucking- you’re still going on about that? Enough, Y/n,” he raised his voice in a tone he never used with you before. You step away from him, putting some much needed distance between the two of you. “I swear, sometimes you’re so damn unbearable, I’m surprised I haven’t pulled out all my fucking hair. Take the fucking hint and leave me the fuck alone, okay? I don’t want to talk to you right now. At all.”

And maybe the two of you would’ve been fine if you had just left it at that. Maybe you both would have slept it off, made up the following morning.

But then you wiped at your eyes as you tried to find the courage to de-escalate things. “I just-”

And he reached his breaking point and turned back around to face you. “Jesus Christ, when will you learn to shut up? Seriously, shut up,” he yelled. “I’m so fucking sick of talking about this. We could have avoided all of this if you hadn’t decided to act like my mother as soon as we walked through the fucking door. I can’t deal with this right now. I can’t deal with you. Fuck, just go. Leave. I don’t want you here anymore, not if you’re going to treat me like a fucking child.”

Your eyes widened a bit, your mouth parting in a silent plea. Surely he didn’t mean that, right? 

Wrong. “I mean it, Y/n,” he rasped as he turned back around and headed towards the bedroom. The same one he had shared with you, officially, for three months. Unofficially for five years. “Get the fuck out.”

-

Bradley wished he had let Nat take better care of him last night. Maybe she could’ve helped prevent his face from looking this fucking bad. Without proper care for them, the bruises worsened overnight and his left eye was half closed because of the darkened skin around it.

He looked terrible, but still he found himself feeling happy because you would be here soon. 

You were coming here, to him.

He could look as bad as he wanted, it still wouldn’t dampen the mood he is in at the fact that he would finally get to see you again after spending so long without you. 

Though, he was sure you would hate his current appearance. You never did like seeing him like this, and he wished he won last night and didn’t let himself get knocked around so much if he knew there was a chance he could get you back the next day.

His heart skipped multiple beats at that. 

He was a few minutes away from possibly getting you back, from being the one who receives all your love and affection like he had been for five years. He’d be damned if he fucked this up. 

Minutes that feel like hours pass before he hears quiet knocking on the door, and Bradley had to take a second to compose himself before he embarrassed himself by rambling as soon as he saw you. 

He made it to the door in three strides and took less than a second to open it. 

For the first time in months Bradley felt like his world was falling back into place. His heart leaped in his bruised chest and his arms begged the rest of him to take you into them. 

He longed for the sweet scent of vanilla you always seemed to emit, and he was desperate to know if you still fit perfectly against him. He knew you did, but he wanted to prove it to the few doubts that ran around in his head. 

“Baby,” he rasped, his voice rough and breathless as he took you in.

You hadn’t changed at all, not really. You effortlessly made the grey sweatpants and black tee you wore look like the most beautiful outfit he had ever seen you in, and he knew if he looked close enough he might be able to tell if your hair had grown out a bit or not, but he was mainly focusing on your achingly pretty face. 

“Bradley,” you said back, equally as quiet. 

Then he was taking one step towards you and you were meeting him way more than half way by jumping into his arms. Your legs wrap around his waist as his hands instinctively grab onto the undersides of your thighs, and you fit perfectly against him. 

The impact of your body crashing against his had him holding back a grunt as his chest was still extremely sore, but he needed this. He needed you, and he was fucking kidding himself when he tried to think otherwise. 

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, burying his face in the space between your neck and shoulder. Not being able to stop himself, he kissed the skin there multiple times as he felt his eyes sting with unshed tears. “So fucking sorry. I can’t believe I said all that shit to you.”

He pulled away in order to make eye contact with you, finding your eyes in a similar state as his. 

“I was out of my fucking mind, babygirl,” he murmured, brushing his nose against yours as he spoke the words you’ve been wanting to hear for weeks now. “Completely out of my mind. You’re everything to me, baby, you always have been. Always will be.” 

No more words were said after that as you both gave each other a look of consent before Bradley was closing the distance between you completely and kissing you deeply. Your hands slide up and tangle in his hair, tugging on it in the way that still drove him crazy. 

Your lips mesh together like no time at all has passed. One of his own hands reached up and gripped the side of your face gently, his fingers curling around your jaw and angling your head a bit as the kiss progressed. 

“I missed you,” you confessed when you pulled away for air, your eyes softening at the bruises around his eyes and on his nose. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. You’re right, I should’ve been, I-”

Bradley shook his head quickly, effectively cutting you off with the simple movement. “No, I wasn’t,” he corrected you. “I was wrong about everything. About all of it. I’m just a big fucking idiot. I can’t believe I said all that to you. I was mad and embarrassed and you were just trying to help me. God, you’re so perfect, babygirl. You’re too good for me, I don’t deserve you and I never did. I know that, but I love you. So fucking much. There’s no one else for me except you.”

Your fingers gently trace the edges of his wounds, your slightly wet lips quivering a bit as you took in both his words and appearance. 

He sounded as broken as he looked, and the sight had your heart aching in your chest painfully. “Bradley,” you whisper, closing your eyes and kissing his forehead as your tears begin to steadily fall. “You really don’t see yourself in the way I see you, huh?”

Your breathless laugh has a smile forming on his lips as he shakes his head again and pulls you close to him once more. “I’m an idiot,”

“You’re everything,” you say and wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders. “I want you to be happy, and if you weren’t happy with me then that was okay. I didn’t want to hold you back, I still don’t want to hold you back. If you still want me, I promise, I will be your number one supporter forever. I’ll get over everything and be on your team again. I’ll be in your corner whenever you’re in that ring, I swear.”

Bradley let out a laugh mixed with a cry. “I still want you, baby,” he promised, holding your body close to his. “I’ll always want you. Always. You make me happy. I was the one who ruined everything, not you. This is all on me.”

You pull back, grinning at the way his arms reluctantly loosened around you. “I love you,” 

He leans in and kisses you, pulling your chest completely against his as he stepped back into his house and kicked the door closed. “I love you,” he said back, kissing you again as he stumbled his way into the living room. “I love you so much.”

He repeated it as he settled on the couch above you, wrapped up in your arms now. 

“Take me back,” he begged, kissing along your neck as your hands trailed through his hair. “Please, take me back. Stay here with me, please.”

You take his face in your hands and press a soft but firm kiss to his mouth, soothing the sting of his bruises with the pads of your thumbs. “Always,” you promised, and Bradley knew there was a lot more you and he needed to talk about, but he was okay with just being with you like this until that time came.

-

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Training, Interrupted- Dracule Mihawk x Reader

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS, afab! reader (no gendered terms), PiV sex, mentor/ mentee relationship, not beta read

Summary: You’ve been thinking about your mentor too much. In ways you shouldn’t be thinking about your mentor. It was stupid of you to think your ogling went unnoticed, wasn’t it.

Word Count: 2.6k

Note: I’m a sucker for surprisingly slow and romantic Mihawk ok

It remained a mystery to you how you even got taken in under Dracule Mihawk’s wing. You think he must have been really drunk the night he saw you scrapping in a back alley and promised to show you how to dial your natural talent into precise skill- and then the morning after was too proud or stubborn to take that promise back.

But here you still were, months later and living in his castle, training day in and day out. Constantly exhausted, beaten, and bruised you sometimes wondered why you stayed. And then Mihawk would give you an approving nod or slight praise and- yeah- you were in love with him.

He was effortlessly powerful, a refined pirate, and, of course, incredibly hot. And you had to suffer through the man walking around constantly with his unbuttoned. It was a hell of your own choosing though, you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

But sometimes you got frustrated. And by sometimes you mean all the time. Frustrated with your training, frustrated with Mihawk, and worst of all, sexually frustrated. Every day you would end your training with a duel with Mihawk and every day you would end up panting, sweaty on the ground with your mentor standing over you, pointing Yoru at your throat. Every night you shamefully muffled your cries into your pillow as you cum on your fingers to that exact image. It was never quite enough though and you always fell asleep unsatisfied.

It was hard not to think about in the mornings, sitting at his ridiculously long dining room table as you ate breakfast together and talked over your training for the day. You focused all your energy on your toast as he went through what you were expected to do today in the hopes that his keen observation skills can’t detect that you’re still worked up from the night before.

“I don’t like to repeat myself.” The sharp sound of Mihawk’s displeased voice cut through your thoughts and you realized that in your focus you had totally blocked him out.

Fuck.

“I’m sorry.” You don’t look him in the eyes, embarrassment burning up your skin.

“Work on fixing your sleep schedule, you’re never present in the mornings.” He says as he stands up, walking behind your chair as he passes to the kitchen. “Or I will have to work you until you pass out.”

You barely hold yourself together until you hear the door to the dining room shut and you practically collapse onto the table. The mixture of shame from not paying attention and the lust how your dirty minded twisted his last statement overloaded your brain. Not to mention you don’t even know what your training routine is supposed to be today. You’re screwed.

In an effort to not be kicked off the island you ran yourself through the hardest training regimens you could think of. So much so that you could barely drag yourself to the room where you did you nightly duel with Mihawk. However much your body (and your mind) protested you made it right on time.

“I see you figured out what to do with yourself today.” Mihawk was already in the room, Yoru in hand.

“I did what you wanted me to do.” You brought up your sword, knowing he wouldn’t want to waste any time.

“And how could you be so sure.” It takes him no effort to close the distance between you two, Yoru swinging down fast. You manage a weak block, having to side step to avoid taking a hit.

“I’m sorry.” You swing into Mohawk’s side but in a flash Yoru is there, easily parrying your blade.

“You keep saying that and yet-“ Yoru sweeps up and binds your blade and with a shove your grip, weak from heavy training, gives. “Your behavior isn’t fixed.”

Your eyes dart from him to your sword on the ground and you decide to make a lunge for it but your move is easily predicted. A quick foot slides under yours and kicks, sending you clattering to the ground. Mihawk lazily walks over you, Yoru’s tip drifting to your throat.

“You’re constantly distracted. What am I to think? Because I’m not sure how much you want this.” Normally he’s walked away at this point and left you to your defeat, but now he is still bearing over you.

“I want this. More than anything.” You plead from the ground.

“More than anything?” Mihawk retracts Yoru, swinging it over his shoulder. In a move that surprises you he goes down on one knee next to you, staring intently. As much as you want to break eye contact you can’t, his bright ringed eyes hypnotizing you. “I certainly don’t believe that.”

“W-what do you mean?” You manage to choke out, feeling cornered despite being in the middle of the room.

“I know you don’t think I’m stupid.” His head tilts slightly “I see how you look at me.”

Oh, you’re done for. You know you’re bright red from embarrassment and all you can do is finally lower your gaze in shame. “I’m sorr-“

You’re cut off by Mihawk’s pointer finger being brought under your chin and pulling it up, forcing you to look at him once again. “Do I need to keep telling you not to say you’re sorry?”

The small move has you biting back a whimper. “No sir.”

“Good.” You see his gaze flick over your form for a second before returning to stare into your eyes. “I’ve also heard you, you know. Late at night.”

You feeling like you’re going to burn up under his gaze and words. You go to apologize but manage to switch up your words before he tells you off again. “I can leave. I’ll be gone before dark.”

“Why would I want that?” His thumb goes over your chin and using his two fingers he drags your face closer to his. “I was enjoying watching you squirm but it’s clear you’ve grown distracted. We can’t have that can we?”

You’re not sure what’s happening right now is real, because it could have been ripped straight from one of your masturbatory fantasies. You try to nod your head but his two finger grip is surprisingly firm.

“I’ll need you to use your words darling.”

Practically melting at the pet name you manage to squeak out a “yes.”

“Good.” And just like that his hand is gone and he’s standing up over you. He reaches a hand down for you though, and you take it before you can overthink the situation.

“Do I- I mean should we-“ You stumble over your words now face to face with him.

“How about I meet you in your room in a half hour.” You think you see the ghost of a smirk on his face.

“Yeah. Yes. Yes sir.” You’re not sure if you can actually manage to wait that long but you’re at least grateful for the chance to run through the shower first.

“Perfect.” You expect him to leave immediately but he surprises you by snaking a hand around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Your faces are so close you can feel your nose brush against his and you hold your breath.

“Can I kiss you?” Mihawk asks at a whisper.

Having lost the ability to speak you instead bring your lips to his in answer. Mohawk’s hand at your waist grips tightly as he quickly dominates the kiss. But just as fast as it started it ended with Mihawk pulling away and striding out the door, leaving you standing breathless.

——

You took the quickest shower of your life, leaving you with just enough time to overthink what you were going to wear. Clothes? Stay in your towel? Nothing? You groaned as you rifled through your closet before finding a basic robe. You throw on the middle ground of clothing and run to your bed, unsure of how much time you have left. Seating yourself on the large bed you face the door, doing your best to slow your breathing down. This was real. This was happening.

Before you could think too much a knock echoed through your room. Taking only a moment to collect yourself you call out that he can come in.

Mihawk opens the door and walks in, shutting the door behind him without taking his eyes off of you. Yoru and his coat are missing, it’s almost like you’re already seeing him naked. He wastes no time and strides over to you, hands immediately going to the tie of your robe.

“Wrapped yourself up for me?” He smirks, hands not untying the knot yet.

You nod, already flushing under his gaze.

His fingers dig their way into the knot and start to pull but before it comes undone he stops and leans in closer. “I want you to be sure about this. If you don’t want this we can pretend this never happened.”

“No!” You say a bit too loud. “I mean- please, I want this.”

“Perfect.” In a flash your robe is untied and his hands are on your skin, grabbing at your waist and pulling you to him. He captures your lips in a searing kiss and you can’t help but be swept away. Your mind goes blank as you feel his hands run down to your hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin.

His mouth moves down to your neck and you shudder as he bites down, marking you. While he runs his tongue over the fresh mark one hand leaves your hip and travels inwards, skating over your mound.

“Tell me,” he whispers into your neck, “what do you think about when you’re moaning to yourself late at night.”

“I-“ Your words catch in your throat as his fingers ghost over your folds. “You.”

He chuckles as his hand stills. “Come on now be more specific.”

You groan in frustration, his fingers so close to where you need them to be. “Your fingers. Your hands. Anything you’d give me really.”

The answer seems to satisfy him as you feel his fingers push past your folds and gently enter you. You bite the inside of your cheek to stifle the noise but Mihawk notices and bites down again, this time on your shoulder.

“Don’t hide your voice from me darling, I want to hear you.” Two fingers curl inside you and your mouth falls open in a moan. You don’t try and hide it this time and are rewarded with Mihawk’s thumb gently circling your clit. As his fingers work inside you his mouth travels back up your neck, eventually recapturing your mouth in a kiss. He’s more relaxed this time, lazily swallowing your moans as you get closer and closer to the edge.

You pull back and press your forehead to his. “I’m close.”

He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth as he adds a third finger and precisely angles his fingers to hit that delicate spot inside you.

“Cum for me.” The gentle command sends you over the edge, white hot pleasure racking over your body.

You barely register him pulling his fingers out but you see when he backs up a fraction, pulling his fingers up to his mouth. Dazed, you watch him lick your slick off of his fingers one by one.

“I’ll have to have a proper taste next time.” He stands up and takes off his shirt and you prop yourself up to get a proper look. You’ve seen him shirtless before but as he reaches for his belt you can’t wait to get the full picture. In a bold move you lean forward and replace his hands with your own on his belt, opening it and quickly going to unbutton his pants.

“Eager, aren’t we?” You glance up and see a smirk but it’s quickly chased away as you slip your hand down the front of his pants. Both of you gasp when you make contact with the large bulge underneath and you lightly palm him through his boxers. You swell a bit with pride knowing that you’ve effected him like this.

After one long drag your hand comes back out as you yank his pants and underwear down. His cock springs free, his tip red and leaking. You look up innocently as your hand gently wraps around it and you tug experimentally. You’re rewarded with a small gasp but before you can go any further he pushes you back into the bed.

“Some other time I’ll let you suck my cock but right now-“ He climbs over you on the bed, sitting back slightly so he line himself up with your entrance. “I need to be inside of you.”

You shiver as you feel the head of his dick slide over your folds. He braces himself over you, one hand coming up to your face and brushing away some hair. The unexpectedly soft gesture made you relax and you leaned up and kissed him. Your arms snake around the back of his neck and you hold him close as he slowly enters you.

The stretch is almost painful and your fingers dig into his back as he slowly continues to push into you. You feel like it takes an eternity but he finally stills, his hips flush with yours. Mihawk pauses, letting you adjust to his size.

“You take me so well darling.” He breaths into your ear before slowly moving out and then back in. You press your face into his neck as you let out a loud moan, overwhelmed by the drag of his cock inside you.

Mihawk is in no rush, continuing his languid pace and whispering praises in your ear. You give up all control, letting Mihawk use you as he pleases, enjoying the way pleasure chases out any other thoughts in your head.

You’re snapped back into the moment after who knows how long when Mihawk slides a hand between the two of you and his skilled fingers start working at your clit.

“I want to feel you fall apart around me.” He nips at your ear as he starts thrusting faster.

You clench down around him and a low moan escapes him. Feeling how close you where he doubles his efforts and you practically scream his name.

“Can you cum for me again? I know you can, cum with me.” You can tell he’s close too, his breath is shaky in your ear.

“Yes I’m-“ is all you can manage to say before pleasure overtakes you once again and you dig your nails into Mihawk’s.

Mihawk isn’t loud as he cums but you feel him fill you up as his breathing finally slows.

He doesn’t move for a few moments, letting the two of you come back to your senses. He gently pulls out and kisses you on the forehead, leaving for the bathroom. Coming back with a washcloth he cleans you up. You honestly weren’t expecting your mentor to be this gentle or caring, but it makes your heart swell.

He pauses at the foot of your bed for a second and for the first time ever you see him hesitating.

“Don’t leave.” You plead softly with him.

You see the hesitation slide off of him as he climbs back into bed with you.

Wrapping your arms around him again you bury yourself in his side, content in his warmth. You’re not sure how your relationship is going to change after this, but when you feel his steady heartbeat you’re not worried at all.

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[tatsumessy]

~ op men and their pregnant wife: she’s mad at them - series ~

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pairings: Sanji, Zoro, Shanks

warnings: misunderstandings, kissing,

theme: angst - fluff

synopsis: op men doing things to make you upset.

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Sanji all day had been in the kitchen ignoring you for some reason. He was gone when you woke up this morning and every time you tried to talk to him about something he would walk out the room or start a conversation with someone else.

You found out you were four months pregnant a month ago from Chopper who urged you to tell Sanji immediately but every time you tried the timing wasn’t right. But today you felt the need to finally just tell him.

You were all sitting at dinner together and being as petty as he was Sanji sat in between Robin and Nami, you just couldn’t stop them. Your tears started to fall, you dropped your fork out of shook while trying to clean your face but it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Oh no, what’s wrong Y/n? I get it, Sanjis food makes me want to cry sometimes too.” Luffy said stuffing his face with the food that you didn’t eat, Sanji looked like his was ready to jump up and fight Luffy but you just smiled. “Is it the baby?” Chopper whispered in your ear but being the reindeer that he is everyone heard what he said.

“I-I’m sorry Sanji if I upset you.” You wiped your face while standing up and excusing yourself out of the kitchen to go downstairs below deck by the fish tank. The one place that could calm you down, even though you apologized you were even more pissed off than you were sad.

Everyone was still sitting at the table at a stand still except for Luffy of course. He wasn’t maying attention and was only eating but Tobin spoke up out of curiosity. “I’ve been noticing something’s with her lately, like the lack of skin she’s been showing, so it’s because of a baby? Huh. Makes sense.”

Are you that bad of a girlfriend that even the sweetest man on the earth could be upset with you? More tears fell as you cried into yourself while keeping your arms wrapped around your stomach. Footsteps could be heard infront of you but you couldn’t be bothered to look at him, you knew exactly who it was.

His arms pulled you forcefully into his chest as he placed a long kiss on your forehead. “Let me go.” You said trying to pry yourself away from him but he wouldn’t listen, you were to weak from crying and not eating as much as you should’ve for two people. “No, Y/n I’m sorry. I overheard a conversation between you and Luffy last night and I was just so upset with myself that I chose to be petty and ignore you.”

You pushed away from him looking at him with confusion, the conversation you had with Luffy last night was over food. Sanji had made you a snack before going to take a shower and Luffy was trying to eat it, he kept clinging onto you and you said, “I don’t need a clingy man on me.” Sanji is naturally clingy so when he overheard you saying this to Luffy he took it the wrong way.

After explaining that to each other you both say there staring at each other until you started crying once again. Sanji started freaking out once you punched him in his arm. “I thought I really did something to make you mad at me, why would you ignore me l-like that-t.” You whined into his chest as he sat there trying to calm you down, he knew it was the hormones causing you to cry like this but it was still a hard sight to look at.

“I’m sorry my love.” He apologized once again and sat there with you until you fell asleep. He picked you up and brought you back into your shared room so the both of you could go to sleep cuddling each other.

“YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE OF A HUSBAND, FATHER, EVERYTHING ABOVE YOU PIECE OF SHIT.” You yelled at Zoro who stood there with his arms crossed with an annoyed expression on his face.

“I NEVER SAID I WANTED TO BE A FATHER IN THE FIRST PLACE, NOR DID I WANT TO GET MARRIED!” He yelled back, everyone on the ship stood there frozen at what he said. You could already feel the tears brimming in your eyes so before anyone could see you break down you used your devil fruit powers to get off the ship.

You disappeared into town trying to find a place to hide and just opted on sitting on a wooden crate box in the back of an alleyway. Because of how big your stomach was you weighed more than the box could handle and it broke causing you to fall onto the ground. The broken wood pieces scratched at your body but that wasn’t what hurt the most, it was what Zoro said to you.

When you think about it Zoro wasn’t fond of being in a relationship with you either, you wonder why he even married you in the first place. Maybe it’s best if you just leave him to do what he wants, to be free. Just to disappear, maybe he’ll be happy if you do that. The log pose already reset so you were supposed to be leaving an hour ago, maybe they left already which would’ve benefited all of them really.

Not to have a pregnant crybaby on the ship. Thinking back on your argument more tears started to form and as they fell so did heavy rain. You were getting soaked but at least with this you can mask how hard you were crying. You basically forced Zoro into a relationship with you and now he was finally telling you that he wanted an out.

You fell in love with him but i guess he just felt sorry for you. The only thing that could be heard throughout the town was the heavy rain and a group of people yelling loudly. It was your crew, they were looking for you.

The rain was getting heavier and before you knew it your body was over exhausted and you passed out. When you woke up you were in a room and just from hearing the rain outside you were asleep for a few minutes to an hour.

Chopper had run back into the room with a bowl of warm water, he placed a wet towel on your forehead breathing heavily. “Y/n, please wake up. The rain was so heavy when I found you, I brought you to the nearest building to take care of you. You have a high fever and this may prove bad to the baby. If you don’t wake u-” you shifted under the blanket and chopper yelled out in happiness.

“We need to get you back to the ship now.” He said helping you stand up, you were still in a pained daze as he changed into a form to where you could lay on his back. He placed a blanket over you and sprinted back to the ship.

You still got soaked through the blanket as you both arrived on the ship, he took you straight to his office to get your fever down. “Sanji, can you bring some soup for Y/n for when she wakes up.” He immediately started cooking something to your liking, when you finally woke back up Chopper forced you to take some prenatal medicine then forced you to eat something.

“Thank you Chopper. Do you think I could speak with Luffy?” He nodded and ran to go get their captain, Luffy showed up worried for you condition but faltered when he saw your expression. The bowl of soup laid in your lap as you looked up at him with teary eyes. “I think it’s my time to go Luffy.” “What?” He asked in confusion.

“With me about to have a baby and being useless for your crew-” Luffy gripped your shoulders urging you to look at him. “DON’T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT. YOU ARE VERY IMPORTANT TO OUR CREW AND EVERYONE WANTS YOU HERE. Just because you’re having a baby doesn’t mean that you’re going to be discarded like trash. We all have been looking forward to a new addition to our crew, Zoro is just a dumbass who says the wrong things at the wrong times.”

He smiled wiping your tears with his shirt before pulling you into a hug. This was the first time Luffy was serious with you so you knew he meant every word he said. That still didn’t change the fact that Zoro definitely meant what he said. Luffy stayed with you while you ate the rest of your soup talking with you about random things.

Chopper advised you to stay in his office so that he could check on you for the next couple of days and as you laid on your side reading a book the door opened. Thinking it was Chopper you ignored it but the large hand that rubbed the back of your thigh grabbed your attention.

“Y/n, I don’t expect you to talk to me but atleast listen to what I have to say.” You closed the book and set it down back where it was on Choppers desk, closing your eyes you laid there waiting for him to speak. “I love you.” He could see you visibly flinch at his words, “I know I don’t say it much but I do love you. I mean how can I not love you, I can’t even imagine my life without you in it now. Every decision I make I always think about how it’ll affect you.”

He paused and watched as you sat up leaning you back against the wall. Your eyes stayed closed but your arms were crossed over your chest. “I’m scared to have a child right now. We’re pirates always on the move on a ship, I’m still weak in many ways and I fear that I can’t protect the both of you. I’m sorry for what I said, I really didn’t mean it.” He looked down at your lap but your grip on his chin made him look at you.

“You are not weak. I don’t understand why you would even say something like that. I’ve never doubted you for a second in the field. Whose the one with devil fruit powers? Me, I can protect myself even if you weren’t here. But we are a team that’s why I know I can count on you to protect me whenever I need you. But this baby has the both of us as her parents and a whole family who loves them with everything they have. I love you Roronora Zoro.”

You were sitting on the deck in your sundress waiting for your husband to come out from below deck. It was your five year anniversary and Shanks promised to take you out on a date and to make the day feel special but as he walked out with your crew mates drunk on end you realized what was going on.

He forgot. He walked over to you dropping onto his knees and kissing your stomach while laughing, “Why are you so dressed up sweets?” You looked at him with an annoyed confused expression, “Are you serious right now Shanks.” He smiled wondering what you were talking about.

“Babe what is it?” He asked as you stood up walking back inside to your shared room, you locked the door behind yourself and changed into some more comfortable clothes. A knock at the door was heard and Shanks was asking for you to open the door for him but you ignored him and stayed laying in bed while reading a book.

You wanted to go on that date before being put on bed rest but he just had to ruin it, especially on your anniversary. He forgot and was acting childish in a situation you wanted him to be serious in. For a week you ignored him only letting the doctor in on his orders, “How long are you going to keep your husband looking like a puppy dog who lost his bone?” “Cause he did. He promised to take a day out for me for our anniversary, usually I let things like this slide but not this time.” You replied leaning back into the pillow as he checked your stomach making sure the baby was okay.

“Don’t leave him waiting for too long, he might bring the mood of the whole crew down.” He smiled leaving the room and you just laid there forgetting to lock the door, while reading there was a knock and you thought it was the doctor so you allowed for him to come in. It was Shanks, he jumped on the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist as his head laid on your stomach.

“Sweets I’m sorry. I promise I had the whole day planned out but then the guys brought on some new sake and I got distracted. I’ll admit I was in the wrong.” You rolled your eyes at his confession, he saw that and made a fake sad face while pressing his body against yours.

“Don’t do this to me. You know I don’t like it when your mad at me.” You scoffed as he tried to lean in for a kiss but you pushed his face away with the book, “You get nothing, it’s a fair deal. I got nothing you get nothing. Now go.” He started pouting and whether you wanted too or not he grabbed the book and threw it on the ground then interlocked his fingers with yours while attacking your face with kisses.

Giving in you started smiling and ended up giving him the kiss he’d been wanting for days. “I’m really sorry sweets, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” “Mhm sure mister emperor.” He gasped, “I thought I was your husband…”

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[cherryobx]

𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 || 𝐑. 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

requested?: yes!

a/n: forgot how to write full fics so im sorry if this sucks lol

summary: Rafe forgets your anniversary and you give him the silent treatment

wc: 1.1k

warnings: language, angsty, fluff in the end

gif's not mine! creds to the owner!

You had been looking forward to this day for weeks. It was supposed to be your 2-year-anniversary with Rafe but the day had passed and you hadn’t heard a single thing from him. He hadn’t even come over. Hell, he could’ve even just sent you a text but no. Nothing. 

You couldn’t believe he forgot.

You were laying in your bed staring at the ceiling when your phone made a chiming noise, indicating that you had gotten a message.

It was from Rafe. But it was just a simple good night text. You groaned in frustration and placed it back on the nightstand, screen down, ignoring him. If he forgot your anniversary, you “forgot” he existed.

So when he showed up at your door the next morning, you tried to slam closed in front of his face but he was quicker and pushed through and stepped into your apartment.

“What’s going on?”

You turned your back to him and started walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He followed you close behind.

“Hey!” 

You grabbed a glass from the cabinet, filling it with water and taking a sip. Leaning against the counter you looked at the man in front of you. 

He had no clue why you were ignoring him and that was the part that hurt the most. 

“Talk to me.” 

When you didn’t answer him again, he took the glass from your hand and put it in the sink before placing his hands on the counter, trapping you inbetween.

His eyes were drilling into yours and you took a sharp breath. You were mad at him but your body still reacted to him being this close to you.

“Y/N.” His voice was low, demanding.

You had to get away from him before you gave in to your desires and forgot the reason you were ignoring him in the first place. You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him away which caused him to take a step back.

“Are you mad at me for something?”

You huffed in disbelief. This man was going to drive you insane.

“Did I do something?” You just stared at him in silence.

“Tell me, what did I do?” He was beginning to show signs of anger. Good, you thought. He deserved it.

“I can’t fix it if I don’t know what I did wrong. Just talk to me.” 

Instead of doing what he asked, you grabbed the calendar hanging on your wall and threw it at him. His reflexes were fast and he caught it before it could fall on the floor.

He gave you a puzzled look but opened the calendar on this month’s page and you saw the moment his eyes found the day that had been circled with a red marker and when the realisation hit him.

“Oh shit.” The calendar was quickly disregarded and he tried to come closer to you but you held up your hand, signalling that you don't want to be touched at the moment. Hurt flashed in his eyes but he respected your wish and took a step back.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m such a dick. I’ve been so caught up with all the stuff going on with my dad and I just forgot.”

You turned your head to the side, tears welling in your eyes. You couldn’t look at him.

His voice was desperate as he tried to get you to talk to him again “Baby, please. Say something.” 

“2 years, Rafe,” you started, “we’ve been together for two fucking years and you ‘just forgot’? You’re an ass!”

“I know, okay? I said I’m sorry.”

You threw your hands up in irritation. “‘I’m sorry’ isn’t going to make this all okay. You forgot our fucking anniversary, Rafe! Does our love mean nothing to you? You know how much it hurt when I cried myself to sleep last night? Do you? Of course you don’t.”

Tears were running down your cheeks and all Rafe wanted to do was hold your face in his hands and wipe away the tears that he had caused. He hated that he was the one that had made you hurt like this.

“I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do!” he yelled. 

You hid your face in your hands as the sobs took over your body. Your heart was aching and you thought it was going to shatter into a million pieces at any second.

“Y/N,” he spoke, voice softer this time. “Y/N, please. I love you, alright? I messed up. I know that. And I will do everything I can to make this up to you if you let me. Please, let me fix this.”

He couldn’t hold himself back anymore and he took the step towards you and wrapped you in his arms. You didn’t even protest this time and you leaned into him, pressing your face against his chest and staining his shirt in the process.

“You’re an asshole.”

“I know.”

“You’re an absolute dickhead.”

“I know.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“I know.”

“But I still love you.” Rafe let out a relieved breath he didn’t realise he was holding. “So you’re getting one more chance. But if you fuck this up, I swear to god-”

“I won’t, I promise.”

“Now go to the store and get me the best present in the history of presents.” You looked up at him, a small smile on your lips.

“Yes, ma’am.” He let go of you and ran to the front door. But then he immediately ran back and placed a quick peck on your lips.

“Happy anniversary, babe!” And then he ran away again. 

He came back a few hours later with so much stuff that he almost fell over four times while climbing up the flights of  stairs leading up to your apartment. He had to knock on the door with his foot because his hands were full.

You opened the door for him and he stumbled in. 

“Sorry, it took so long. I got you some take-out from that place you love and a butt-load of your favourite snacks and…” he carefully placed the bags in his hands on the kitchen counter before he reached into one of the paper bags and pulled out a bouquet of flowers.

“Thank you, Rafe. These are beautiful.”

“Just like you.”

“Too cheesy.”

“Sorry.”

You spent the rest of the day in your bed eating all the food he bought and watching crappy reality TV.

“Y/N-”

“Don’t. I don’t want to talk about it. What’s past is past. Okay? Let’s just enjoy the now.” You snuggled close to him as you felt sleep take over.

“I love you, Y/N. So freaking much.”

“I love you too, Rafe,” you mumbled before drifting off.

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kylian mbappè x reader

tw : smut, safeword and aftercare!! read this only if you’re 18+!!!

Safeword

kylian needed to show you who did you belong to.

he knew you knew but seeing that man flirting with you at the restaurant drove him crazy and he couldn’t wait to have his hands all over your body that night.

you loved when he showed his possessiveness to you, you loved how he made you feel, how he marked you up like you were his and his only, but sometimes he had a tendency to lose himself in those feelings and getting a little bit too rough.

you loved him when he was rough with you but you didn’t want him to overstep your boundaries.

“let me hear you baby” his voice whispered into your ear while his thumb worked on your pulsing clit.

he already made you come once with his tongue and now he wanted to do the same with his fingers. he wanted to break you and have you at his mercy.

he was so jealous that the man even watched in your direction he swore he was going to kill him.

“come for me baby” he said when he felt how close you were and you came with a loud moan.

you were panting, needing air in your lungs but he had no intention to stop.

“i’m gonna show you who you belong to princess, no man on earth will ever look into your direction again…” he said kissing you while he drove his cock between your folds.

you were loving every second of it.

he filled you up so good you’ve never felt that full.

he started rocking his hips into you at inhumanly speed, skin slapping and moans were covering the room.

“kyky i’m so close please…” you moaned, feeling the overstimulation from the previous orgasms.

“me too baby, come for me, come now” he whispered and you followed his order and came all over his cock. the way you clenched around him was enough for making him come into you.

“oh shit…” you whispered once you got down from your high but the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know, he had no intention of stopping.

“who do you belong to princess?” he asked you while his hand laid softly on your cheek.

“you kylian , only you” you whispered.

“good, now turn over” he grabbed your waits and made you lay on your chest, ass up in the air while your head was on your pillow.

“this is mine” he said slapping your ass.

it burned but you loved it.

“this is all mine…” he slapped you harder this time.

you didn’t mind it, but the moment he brought his thumb back to your clit your legs began to shake again, you were too overstimulated from the previous orgasms to be touched there again.

“kylian wait…” you tried to stop him but his middle finger was already thrusting into you. you clenched hard around his finger, trying to show him your discomfort but he wasn’t having any of it.

he thought you were enjoying it and so he continued it.

in fact you were enjoying it but it all became too much, the pleasure was overwhelming and even if you wanted to come one last time you knew you had to stop.

“kylian…” you cried, tears falling from your eyes.

“…red, red please…red, red, red” you kept whispering but kylian stopped the moment he heard the first red coming out from your mouth.

“hey hey it’s okay baby…” he tried to calm you down when he saw how you fell on the bed when he stopped his movement inside you.

his heart broke when he saw you crying.

“shhh, baby it’s okay” he comforted you without touching you.

“can you hug me please?” you asked softly and he immediately wrapped his arms around you.

“i’m so sorry baby, i never meant to hurt you…” he was feeling guilty.

“no kyky you didn’t hurt me…it’s just, it was too overwhelming…i couldn’t bring myself to another orgasm it was too much…i’m sorry” you cried into his shoulder.

“no mon amour don’t cry…you did so good to me, that’s why we have a safeword for…i love you so much babe, i mean it…do you want to sleep? we can cuddle or eat something, whatever you want baby” he said stroking your hair.

“i’m really tired…can we sleep please?” you asked him.

“of course baby, wear this” he gave you his t-shirt to sleep in, knowing how much you loved wearing his clothes.

“thank you kyky” you laid down on the bed and brought your head over his chest.

“i love you so much baby…have a good night” he kissed your forehead while his hand was on your back, gently touching it and stroking it, helping you fall asleep.

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[chaotic-iguana]

hello, friend <3 I’m sorry if this is weird but recently I’ve been feeling like there is not a lot of gender neutral readers out there. I was wondering if you could write something where Din is trying to see why the reader is feeling down one day and they have this little heart to heart between them. I don’t like telling people what to do but I love reading your work! Thank youuuu <3

Bodyguard

Summary: Reader hasn’t been feeling too great lately, and they’re surprised when Mando asks about it.

Wordcount: 1.6k

Pairing: Din Djarin x gn! reader

Warnings: just a lot of fluff

hello! not weird at all; im non binary myself and go by she/they and i feel the same!! this is such a cute prompt i love it hehe (and don’t worry, im a sucker for requests pls keep sending). thank you anon , i hope you like it

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Today just wasn’t going well. The baby seemed to be in a particularly devious mood, pushing things off shelves and flinging his toys all over the ship. You had scrambled to fix things; put others back in their places, but he’d just do it again. 

You loved him; he’d burrowed into your heart in the past six months you’d gained employment on the Crest with its peculiar passengers. A Mandalorian and a green ‘baby’ who was somehow thirty years older than you. You liked both of them, assuming a pseudo-maternal role with the child as its sitter, while you had a fairly amicable relationship with his dad. A little standoffish and took some getting used to, but overall he hadn’t been hostile or aggressive towards you so far, no matter how rough he was with his bounties. In fact, you had almost taken a liking to your quiet, straight-forward companion. He paid you generously, and even if he wasn’t the most friendly employer you’d had, he tried his best to go above and beyond to ensure you were comfortable on his ship. He’d seen you shivering in your cot one night on his way to the fresher, and at the next stop a pile of plush, fluffy blankets rested on your bed. When you tried to pay him back, he just feigned innocence. 

Biting back a curse and jumping back, you groaned as the bowl of broth in your hand slipped and got everywhere, from your clothes and hair to the floor all over the cockpit. Muttering, you’d taken a quick shower and changed your clothes - but when you checked the pantry it turned out that the broth was the last ration you had. 

Mando had been on his bounty hunt for over three weeks now, and while you were used to him being gone for long, you weren’t particularly inclined towards going on a supply run alone on a planet he’d warned you of saying it wasn’t known for its safety. And while you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, you just couldn’t put the child in that kind of danger. Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a fistful of dried berries you’d picked up at the last stop. Atleast the child was fed. 

But it seemed that he was missing his father, because midway through flipping a chair like a rag doll, he burst into blubbering, inconsolable tears. Even after cradling him for three hours, shushing and cooing to him softly, his sobs weren’t dying down; just getting worse. You had bought him a toy a while back, but it was forgotten underneath your cot, so you bought it out as a last hope to calm him - and thankfully he was so enamored by the mirrors stitched into the side that he forgot his desperation for Mando for a while - before the crying started again. 

You rocked him until he cried himself to sleep, tears of your own building in your eyes at the helplessness you felt. Just before you were about to curl up in your cot, you heard the ramp being lowered and the pleads of a bounty cut short by the hissing of the Crest’s carbonite chamber. A feeling of warmth passed through you at the fact that he was finally back before sleep took you. 

Hours later, you woke in a cold sweat, panting. Your palms were clammy, your tunic clung to your skin, and your cot felt too stuffy to lie back in. Running a hand through your hair in frustration, you stepped out and began fumbling in the dark to climb your way up to the cockpit, nearly tripping over a toy on your way to the pilot’s chair. 

“What are you doing?” A modulated voice gruffly interrupts your thoughts, making you gasp and turn in your seat. Pressing a hand to your chest and willing your heartbeat to just calm down you’re safe it’s just Mando, you squint your eyes against the shadows of the room to spot a single familiarly glinting flash of beskar. 

“Nothing, just couldn’t sleep very well. How was the hunt?” You speak softly, mindful of the baby who tended to be an extremely light sleeper. The thumping of footsteps sounded from in front of you, getting closer. 

“What’s wrong?” He’s close enough for you to be able to make out the ‘T’ of his visor now, and you look at it as you shook your head, mumbling a soft ‘nothing’ followed by an excuse that sounded hollow even to you. “Are you not happy here?” His tone seemed softer, more hesitant somehow, even despite the helmet he wore. 

You shook your head again, more vigorously this time. “I don’t actually know what’s wrong. Yesterday was…” you trailed off, sighing softly before continuing. “ I just keep thinking that the Guild is going to catch up with me - even though I know you helped clear my bounty. It feels like the weight on my chest is still there, like I’m living on borrowed time and any minute now, someone’s going to take their favor back and just end it. End me. And it keeps me awake on the worse days, even though I know how stupid it is. It’s not about being here. I love the child, and the Crest - it’s the first home I’ve had since that fucker put a bounty on my head - and I’m happy here, I am. I just-I don’t know. Sorry. This probably isn’t what you wanted to-“

“I asked. I wanted the truth. You were on the run for a very long time when I found you. Don’t be hard on yourself for struggling to settle in.” He came even closer, his right hand twitching as if he was fighting the itch to move it. After a beat of silence, he brought it up to your shoulder awkwardly with the stiffness of a man who clearly hasn’t done this before. You gaped at him, puzzled. Never before had this many words come out of his mouth in one go. A deep inhale crackles through the helmet, before he starts again, impossibly gentler this time. His words come out in a rush at first, as if he were having trouble with maintaining speech for this long. 

“You know I’d never let anything happen to you, right? You pulled a blaster on a guy in the middle of a market when I couldn’t see the knife in his hand as he charged at me from behind. The protection goes both ways. We’re a crew now, we take care of each other. No one’s taking you out without having to get through me first, okay?” Your eyes widened as they searched his helmet as if one would a face, waiting for any movement at all. Did he mean it? But the helmet remained impassive, as helmets generally do, staring back at you unmovingly. 

You gulped, dipping your chin while maintaining eye contact with the visor. “Thanks, Mando.” Another beat of silence, and then a grin made its way onto your face. “So you’re saying I have a big, scary Mandalorian bodyguard now?” You want to wince, crawl away from the words that just slipped out of your mouth. You just teased a Mando- one who also doubled up as one of the best hunters in the Guild. The Guild which tried to kill you countless times in six years. He was also double your size and could likely snap you in half if he tried. And you just… made fun of him after he was nice to you. Either I’m going to die in the next few minutes or he’s gonna throw me out in space or something. He’s been nice so far, but I’ve also been super professional. Fucking bodyguard? Really? He was trying to help you, idiot. 

To your neverending surprise, neither of those scenarios played out. He just went silent for a second before a laugh choked out from the modulator, shocking you with how warm it sounded. And the butterflies that fluttered low in your stomach at the sound of his amusement. Shaking his helmet, he lifted his hand off your shoulder - making you instantly miss its warmth, even with the glove - and chuckled again. 

“A big, scary Mandalorian?” He tuts, cocking his helmet. “Didn’t seem too scared of me last month when you told me to shower before holding the kid.” Laughter echoing in his voice, he watched you scoff in mock offense. 

“You were filthy, Mando. He could have gotten sick!” Okay, even I can hear the chiding in my tone now.“Sorry. For being bossy. ‘Course I can’t be, cause technically you’re my boss but-“ 

“You were right though. It’s good that you aren’t scared of me. Makes you better company.” You raised a brow at that, smirking even as your stomach began doing somersaults. 

“Y’ think I’m good company, Mandalorian?” Your eyes started drooping as you spoke, the last word coming out slightly slurred. He heard the sheer glee dripping from your tone, tired as you sounded, making him huff and walk back towards the hatch.

“Maybe. Go to sleep. I’ll get your blankets.” 

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[xoioel]

➤ MENT TO BE

parings: tzuyu x 10th!Member Reader

genre: fluff, angst

warning; none

summary: Being new to all of the relationships stuff, Tzuyu thought you had left but in reality you were just cooking breakfast

note: very short but i love it so. Love my bias Tzuyu

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Tzuyu groaned as she rolled towards the nightstand to silence her alarm. It was the one she only set to make sure she didn’t sleep all day on her rare days off. She wanted to make sure that she spent most of it with you. At the thought of you, she instinctively rolled back towards your side of the bed, opening her mouth to tell you to wake up. Her jaw hung open in shock when she didn’t see you in bed next to her. Her brow furrowed in confusion, making her sit up to find some sort of answer as to why you weren’t lying in her bed.

No text messages, no note, no sign of your things. She sighed defeatedlty, letting her insecurities get the better of her. She probably said something that scared you off last night. She figured that her telling you she loved you must have made her look desperate. Even worse, maybe you weren’t in love with her back at all and left her because it would be too hard to say it to her face?

Her internal monologue was interrupted by a loud crash that sounded like it came from the kitchen. She immediately sprung up, startled and wanting to investigate the scene. She hurriedly turnt the corner into the kitchen, and stopped in her tracks at the sight before her. There you were, cleaning flour up off the floor while the kitchen was in shambles around you. The counter was covered in eggs and milk, all the pots and pans were brought out from the cupboard, and something was burning on the stove.

“Ah, I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean to wake you up!” you cried as you noticed her in front of you. “No, it’s okay. I’m kind of relieved to be honest.” she laughed, putting her hands up in her hair in disbelief. “What exactly are you doing?” You sighed, dumping the dustpan into the trash. “Well, I’m trying to make us pancakes, but it’s not exactly working out.” She gave you an affectionate pout, clasping her hands over her heart. Here she was, worried that you didn’t love her and abandoned her, when you were just in the kitchen making her breakfast. She felt so stupid, and a little bit guilty too. “Awh, you’re so precious Y/N! Let me help you…”

She put her long auburn locks up into a ponytail and approached your messy bowl of batter to make some new pancakes. She had apparently been making them for the girls lately, and had gotten pretty good at it. You had never really cooked them by yourself, you just wanted to surprise her. “You’re so good at this honey!” you squealed, wrapping your arms around her torso in a soft back hug. “Sorry I couldn’t make them myself. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.” She giggled, flipping a pancake. “Hey, it’s the thought that counts! It’s so kind of you just to want this. Besides, it’s more special because we got to work together on it!” Soon your girlfriend had cooked up a huge stack of beautiful pancakes, and you were sitting at the table about to devour them. “I was relieved to see you here…” She said as she drunk her juice.

“Tzu?” you asked suddenly, stopping your knife mid-saw. “What did you mean when you said you were relieved to see me in the kitchen earlier?” She set down her glass of juice, eyes going wide at the table beneath her as she tried to think of what to say. Her fingers drummed on the table for a minute before she gave you a fake laugh. “Of course I just meant that I was happy you weren’t hurt… I heard a loud noise so I ran out and-“

“Tzuyu.” you stopped her, looking at her with a knowing expression. You reached forward and grabbed her hand, rubbing your thumb against the back. She looked at you with big, vulnerable eyes, completely frozen. “You didn’t think I left, did you?” She glanced to the side with an anxious smile, biting her lip. After she collected herself, she turned back to face you. “I didn’t mean to think poorly of your loyalty, I was just scared because of what I said last night.”

“What, that you love me?” you inquired, squinting your eyes slightly in confusion. “I said I loved you too though...” You said very confused. “Y/N please don’t be upset,” she pleaded, eyes growing glossy. “I know you’re not that kind of person. I was more looking down on myself because I thought I didn’t deserve you.”

“Hey hey, there’s no need to cry…” you hushed her, pulling out the chair to sit in her lap. “I’m not upset with you, I’m just worried that you don’t know how much I love you. Nothing you ever say could scare me. I’ll never see you as desperate just because you don’t want to be abandoned. Relationships are scary, I would be more concerned if you didn’t get anxious. But I promise I’m not going anywhere.” Her face slowly turnt up into a loving smile as she put her arms up around your shoulders to embrace you. “You always know the perfect thing to say.”

You rested your forehead against hers, looking deep into her eyes. “The only thing I know for sure is that I love you.” You say very happily, “I love you too, Y/N. I think I just needed to hear it from you first.” She giggled, leaning forward to meet your lips in a soft, slow kiss. It was full of adoration and gratitude, and you could feel through the grip she had on your shift that she was trying to communicate how she felt about you with her actions. And of course, you understood her perfectly. That was what made you two such a perfect match after all! The both of you spent the rest of the day doing all of things you both love. Also going to you guys favorite stores and stopping at the animal shelter so look at all of the puppies. Going to Tzuyus favorite clothing store and your favorite stores aswell. You both are just ment to be…

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[shadowdaddies]

Hello will you please write me nesta x female reader where they get into a fight and reader storms off even when nesta tells her to stop and when reader realizes she was the one in the wrong and goes back she gets into an accident (happy end please but make angsty at first)

ooh I've been in an angst to fluff mood myself lately and it seems like y'all are too

Don't Leave Like That

Nesta x Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence/injury

“Back off, Nes,” you seethed, stepping out of her reach. Nesta’s hand hung in the air for a moment before she dropped it, shoulders slumping in defeat. “I didn’t mean to be so harsh. You know I’m just worried about you. The Illyrian camps are so dangerous for females - I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you up there.” 

You knew Nesta had a point, but by now you were too angry to care. “You think I can’t handle myself, Nesta? Watch me.” With that, you disappeared, heading towards the Illyrian camps on your own, without anyone with you for protection as Nesta had argued was necessary. You were determined to show her that you could handle this simple mission by yourself. 

The meetings at Windhaven were tense, but fine as you communicated with Devlon and the other warriors as briefly and efficiently as possible. While everything went as smoothly as you could hope for, it was your goal to make it back home to Nesta as quickly as possible. You didn’t like how you had left things with her, and knew it was in your best interest to get out of Illyria as soon as possible.

You left quickly after dinner, walking quietly out of the camps to avoid any suspicion when you noticed a large, shadowy figure tracking you from the forest. Drawing your dagger, you prepared yourself for whatever may come your way. At least you thought.

A gale force wind knocked you off your feet as black swirled around you, stealing the air from your lungs as you lost consciousness. 

The next memory you had was Azriel holding you in his arms as he flew over the territory of the Night Court. Still dizzy from whatever had knocked you out, you managed to fumble out the question of what had happened. Azriel looked down at you, grimacing as he took in your state. You were apparently more injured than you realized, only registering half of what he said about Koschei’s spymaster who had tracked you down, before a sharp pain in your ribs had you losing consciousness again.

You awoke in your bed back in Velaris, bones protesting your every movement as you failed to lift yourself up on your elbows, forced to scan the room by only moving your stiff neck.

Moonlight poured in through the window, the crackling fireplace spreading needed warmth throughout the room, and Nesta lay sprawled uncomfortably in a chair that had been pulled to your bedside, where she lay sleeping with her hair disheveled, clearly exhausted herself. Tears formed in your eyes, gratefulness to see her and regret of your last words to her overwhelming your emotions. 

“Nesta,” you croaked out, willing your pained arm to move towards her. Her silvery blue eyes snapped open instantly, and she let out a soft sob as she scrambled to the edge of the bed, grasping for your outstretched hand like a lifeline. Careful of your injuries, Nesta brushed your hair from your face as she pressed a kiss to your hand, lip wobbling as she took in your appearance. You managed to whisper your request for water, which Nesta eagerly helped you. 

Refreshed with the ease to speak, you squeezed Nesta’s hand with what little strength you had. “I’m so sorry, Nes. I should have listened to you. I know you were only looking out for me and I was stubborn. I regretted my words from the moment I left-“ you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything more as the little energy you had was now expended towards producing the tears in your eyes. 

Nesta cried with you, shaking her head as she whispered, “I’m sorry. I know I come across abrasive, but it is because I care for you. I have watched so many people I love get hurt, and if something happened to you...” she trailed off, taking a deep breath before kissing your hand again. “When Azriel brought you back here, nearly dead - I can’t do that again. Please don’t leave me in an argument again.” 

You breathed out the promise as you nodded your head, “never. I love you, Nes.” She leaned in to kiss you, and you moved a hand to tap the bed next to you in silent request for her to join. 

Nesta curled up next to you on the bed, holding you close to her warmth as you turned to press a kiss to her temple, whispering “I love you,” before you both drifted off to sleep.

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[arminaneka]

Tired

Content: You were pregnant with your 3rd child for ran, it has been an emotional roller coaster lately days of Ran not coming home and you having restless days and nights.

Proof read 1 time (sorry for any mistakes) 😔

Fluff with a little big of angst and smut (not really smut)

It was around 2:35 am when you jumped up out of your sleep because you heard your youngest daughter Rendi crying. You looked over to the left side of the bed to see that Ran wasn’t there so you got up and made your way to Rendi’s room. As you entered the room and picked her up she stopped crying, you went into the living room and placed her in her crib while you went to the kitchen and put on the hot water to make her a bottle.

Yesterday was so exhausting for you, you barely got any rest because you were busy giving all your attention to both your kids and Ran promised that he was gonna be home early and it’s the next day and he isn’t even here to help you. What makes it even worse is that you’re pregnant with HIS 3rd child and he’s hasn’t been doing anything to help you. You were so glad that your oldest Ramie wasn’t awake because if she was awake you wouldn’t be going back to bed rn.

As you were boring the hot water in her cup the cup slipped and the hot water spilled on your feet cause you to curse.

“Fuck, why is this happening to me rn” you cried out. At this point you were on the verge of crying you haven’t gotten barely any rest between the last 24 hours. You wiped up the mess, made her bottle and put her bottle in some cold ice water so that it can get warm. When the water was cooling you heard the front door open and you didn’t bother to look who it was be you knew who it was.

Ran walked right next to you and you instantly smelled alcohol on him. You pushed him away and told him to go shower but he still sat down right next to you. “Hi doll” he said while looking at you smiling. You mumbled a quick “hi” and ran knew that you were upset at something, so he decided to ask you what was wrong. And you didn’t want to sugar quote anything so you told him as is. “Ran I’m honestly so tired of you coming home late at night and some days you don’t even come home, then I’m left with not just my kids but also yours and that’s so much stress because I barely get any sleep” you said all in one breath. Ran looked at you for a moment before he got up and went into your shared room, not long after you heard the shower running and you sighing

You started to feel guilty about what you said to Ran because you know the type of job that he has and you knew if he could have helped out he could have. But the thing was that he never called nor text you to say that he was coming him. In your own thoughts you didn’t even realize that He came back out into the living room looking sexy as ever but you weren’t gonna tell him cause you were still upset. “Alright. So I’m not working tomorrow” he said while taking up Rendi and manspreading in the couch. “I’m sorry doll” you heard him say. You turn to look at him only to see him looking at you, you sat there silently not knowing what to say.

“I understand if you don’t wanna talk to me right now but I’m trying, ok?. If you want me to explain why I wasn’t home I ca-” you cut him off before he could finish. “Ran you know I don’t ask for much, all I ask for you to tell me if you’re coming home or not so I can prepare myself but all I get is nothing” “I know I know and I’m trying, I really am” he said in a an regretful tone. You really didn’t want to go back and forth with him so you just decided to let it go and forgive him… “Alright, give me her. You have food in the microwave if you’re hungry.” You said taking her from him and walking into her room putting her to bed. Walking back out into the living room you saw Ran still sitting into the same spot as you left him “aren’t you hungry” you asked getting the food out of the microwave and handing it to him. “I’m hungry but not for food” he said while giving you a smirk…

Before you could respond the food was placed on the counter and his lips were smashed onto yours. You didn’t hesitate to kiss back because you missed his touch, how he tasted and you missed many more things. You parted yourself from to kiss to catch your breath, you look up at him to see him smiling waiting for you to respond. “You have to be gentle tho” you said to him. “I’ll try but no promises” he say picking you up and walking into the bedroom closing the door.

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[metallicaislife]

Bad Mood

Requested by: @dallysnecklace

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 909

Warnings: Cranky Kirk

I was so excited to spend the evening with my boyfriend, Kirk. I went to his place to make dinner before he got home from band practice. I made one of his favorites, and finished making it right as I heard him come through the front door. 

I rounded the corner, he met my eyes and gave me a small tight lipped smile. 

“Hey babe.” I said, wrapping my arms around him. He hugged me back softly. 

“Hey.” He replied, “what smells so good?” He asked, taking off his shoes. 

“Curry, rice and some naan.” I replied. I wrapped my arm around his and led him to the dining room. He shook my arm off and sat down. I sat across from him and handed him the rice to start serving himself. 

I tried asking questions about his day, but he was giving me one word answers then turning the question back to me. After dinner we cleaned up. I put the leftovers in the fridge while Kirk washed the dishes. I came up behind him snaking my arms around his waist. 

“Oh my god, would you let me breathe?!” Kirk exploded. 

I pulled away wide eyed as he turned to me. 

“You have been up my ass since I got home. Can’t I just breathe for 5 minutes without you clinging to me?” He continued to yell.

I clammed up. I stared at him wide eyed. 

“Um.. I’m sorry.” I squeaked out as tears started streaming down my cheeks. I didn’t give Kirk time to react, I grabbed my things and was out the door in a flash. I went home and curled up in my bed. I could tell he had been in a bad mood since he walked in his door, if he had told me that instead of exploding at me I would’ve understood. He had no right to yell at me like that though even if he had a crappy day. After mulling it over a while I cried myself to sleep. 

When I woke up I had a headache from all my crying. 

I had the day off from work so I took a super long hot shower to help alleviate the tension in my body. 

I felt much better as I stepped out, well physically at least. 

I had to try and figure out what I was going to do with my day. Kirk and I were supposed to spend it together since I had it off. After last night, I don’t think we’re hanging out. 

I got in cozy clothes anyway and curled up on the couch. I turned the tv on and let it play mostly as background noise as I fell back asleep. 

I was awoken by a knock at the door. I wasn’t so sure I actually heard it so I waited and a few short moments later there was another knock. 

I got up and looked through the peephole. Kirk stood with his hands in his pockets rocking back and forth on his heels. I opened the door. 

“Hi.” I said softly. 

“Hey, baby. Can we talk?” He asked. I nodded, opening the door wider for him to enter. I leaned against the door as he took his shoes off. My lips in a straight line. On the inside I was really happy to see him, but was also still hurt from yesterday. He looked at me and opened his arms. I stood in place a few seconds before moving forward into his embrace. 

“I’m so sorry I yelled at you. I feel absolutely terrible about it.” He said. 

“Let’s go sit and we can talk it out.” I replied. 

He placed his hand in mine and we went to the couch. He sat down at the end of the couch, and I sat on the other. We faced one another. 

“I had a really crappy day yesterday, it was so sweet of you to come over and make dinner, but I was just so overwhelmed I cracked. And I know that’s not an excuse, there is no excuse for how I treated you.” He stated. 

“I understand, and appreciate your apology. I know it may be hard, but next time you feel that way could you try to communicate? If you had let me know you wanted to be alone, I would’ve been happy to give you your space.” I said playing with my fingers. 

“But you made dinner.” He pointed out. 

“I could've taken some to go, or picked something else for myself on my way home. It doesn’t matter what the situation is, Kirk, I respect you and your boundaries.” I explained. Kirk’s lower lip wobbled a little bit. 

“Thank you, I’m really grateful for that. For you. I promise in the future I’ll try to communicate better.” Kirk said. I smiled softly at him. “Can we cuddle?” He asked. I nodded, opening my arms and kicking my legs out so he could lay between them with his head on my tummy. He hugged my middle and I played with his hair. 

“I’ll hold you later.” He said as he nuzzled into my warmth. 

“Sounds good.” I smiled softly. 

The tv was on but we went periods of just enjoying one another’s company, and then we would switch snuggle positions and chat, giggling about this or that. 

I was happy we still got to spend the day together, snuggling in a cocoon of blankets.

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-Isa

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[buckybarnesisdaddy]

“The Last 5 Years”

Summary: You spend the morning catching up with an old friend and in that some secrets are revealed.

Pairings: Bucky X Reader, Reader X (🤭)

Warnings: Talks of PTSD, failed relationships, Trauma bonding.

A/N: the plot thickens! 🤭 Enjoy!

Previous

*You walk around the compound as you try to find the kitchen. When you do you walk around the corner and smack right into Steve. He holds your shoulders and steadies you as you both laugh a little.*

Y/N- Oh, I’m so sorry!! *You smile and squeeze his arm where you had grabbed to keep yourself from falling*

Steve- it's okay! *Steve laughs and gives your shoulders one last squeeze before he lets go.* That will teach me not to hang out around corners. *He holds his hands up like he’s surrendering. You smile as you walk to the fridge, trying to get something to eat.* So how was the reunion? *You turn around to look at him and you know he is trying not to laugh about the events of last night. Rolling your eyes and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge before you walk back over to him.*

Y/N- It was amazing, *You tease* even after your intrusion. *Steve laughs and nods.*

Steve- Good! I'm glad you two were able to talk and- *He looks at you as you cock your eyebrow, wondering if he was going to continue his sentence. He laughs and cringes* And I'm gonna stop talking because I'm realizing how weird this conversation is. *You laugh and so does Steve.*

Steve- But really *He smiles at you* I'm glad he found you. Today and all those years ago. *you hum in response.*

Y/N- How did he find me back then, did Nat tell him? I never actually asked. *Steve sighs and nods as he crosses his arms.*

Steve- Yeah, it was while he was on the run after Shield fell. We caught up to him a couple times and Nat mentioned how we could use more Avengers like him and others. She said she knew a woman who could help us who was like Bucky and her combined. That was enough for Bucky because he left and we couldn’t find him again until the U.N. Bombing. *You smile fondly, remembering that day.*

Y/N- He wanted to pick up where we left off but everything was still fresh for me. I was scared so I told him to get lost but he didn't. He kept checking up on me, even from Wakanda. I just wish I could have let myself trust him then. We could have been together all this time- who knows where we would be or what our life would look like now. *Steve gently smiles and reassures you.*

Steve- You trust him now and you're with him now, that's all that matters. You start from here. *You sniffle and wipe a tear away from your face*

Y/N- making me cry before my coffee Rogers?! Not cool! *Steve laughs and wraps you up in a hug. He steps away and you start to walk out of the kitchen, deciding to wait on breakfast.*

Steve- Y/N, I feel I should tell you- it explains how he found you yesterday- Y/N, he knows what happened between us during the snap. *Your stomach drops and you feel anger and fear rising in you.*

Y/N- What?!? You had no right to tell him, Steve! *Steve tries to calm you down.*

Steve- He deserved to know- I knew he would understand. *He reaches out for your hand and you pull away.*

Y/N- I had a one night stand that turned into a year long relationship with his best friend and you thought he would just understand?!?! *As you raise your voice, Steve gets slightly louder as well, wanting you to hear and understand.*

Steve- I knew he would understand because I told him the truth, Y/N. That we found each other and we were both grieving and we needed something to take our minds off of it all. *You stare at him as his words sink in* I told him that when you eventually left me you did so because I couldn't be him and how you cried yourself to sleep most nights because all I did was remind you of what you had lost. *Your anger dissipates* And how even when you tried to move on you couldn't because your love for him was and is so great. *Steve takes your hands and you let him this time.* Y/N, I had to tell him, he's my best friend I couldn't keep it from him. Plus, he kind of found out himself. *You sigh and pull him into a hug and then pull back.*

Y/N- Wow, *You croak out sadly.* hearing it out loud makes it sound even worse. *Steve lightly laughs* You heard me cry at night?

Steve- yup *Steve says as he pops the “p”. Your heart breaks a little.*

Y/N- I'm sorry, Steve *Steve shrugs and looks at you. You both can’t help but laugh.*

Y/N- I never should have been with you, it wasn't fair to you. I knew I wasn't okay- *Steve stops you*

Steve- You we're going through it, we both were. Neither one of us should have pursued that relationship but we did... we both did. That's why I had to tell him, y/n. *You look at Steve and nod. You then shake your head.*

Y/N- Still, I should have been the one to tell him, Steve.

*A voice from behind you makes your stomach drop.*

Bucky- don't be upset with Steve..*You turn around and see Bucky.* I made him tell me everything. *You look at Steve who is leaning back against the counter, arms crossed and staring at the two of you.* I kind of assumed that something happened and he just confirmed it for me. *You start to explain.*

Y/N- Bucky I- *Bucky gently smiles and an ease washes over you.*

Bucky- Look it's all in the past. *He takes your hands* I was going to ask you about it later today *Bucky shoots Steve a look and Steve mouths sorry.*  I just want to know your side and If what Steve said was true.

Y/N- Yes Bucky, every word. *You plead for him to believe you. Bucky nods.*

Bucky- okay. *Bucky nods and kisses your forehead.*

Y/N- okay? *You are slightly confused. You pull back and look up at him.* You're not gonna yell or get mad? *You look between Steve and Bucky. Bucky smiles and laughs as he thinks back to the day he found out.*

Bucky- Well, when Steve told me about a month ago I was upset. *Steve nods as he looks at the ground.* But then we found out Hydra was back and I actually found out about you two because Steve brought up saving you before I even had the chance. *You look at Steve who looks at you and gives a sheepish smile. You smile and then look back at Bucky.* That is when I knew something was up so I asked him and he just confirmed it. He helped me realize that It was a relationship that was brought on by shared trauma- and technically we hadn't been together in what? 5 years- 10 if you add in the time I was snapped. So how could I be mad at you or Steve? *He pulls you close again.* I was tired of grudges and old mistakes ripping people apart so I let it go. I just want to be with you and start the life we fought so hard for in Siberia. *He runs his hand through your hair and he gives you the sweetest kiss. Your heart just melts. He then gives you a little smirk.* Besides it would have been silly for me to assume that there wasn't going to be anyone else during those 10 years. I mean look at you!?! *Bucky steps back and checks you out. Steve laughs and looks off to the side.*

Steve- Okay, I'm gonna be sick if you two don't stop. *Bucky puts his arm around you and gives Steve a daring smile*

Bucky-  Hey Y/N, guess what a little birdie told me late last night when I got up to get some water. *Bucky says all of this without breaking eye contact with Steve. Steve scoffs and shakes his head*

Steve- You wouldn't *He says shooting the same look back at Bucky*

Y/N- Oo Spill! *You jump up and down in Bucky’s arms, right where you stand. Giddy to hear the gossip.*

Bucky- I wasn't the only one who had company last night. Steve, do you have anything you want to share?

Steve- Nope. *Steve keeps a straight face, even as Nat walks through the kitchen wearing Steve's t-Shirt. You watch her as she grabs an apple and leaves the kitchen. You cock your eyebrow with a knowing look. You smirk at Steve.*

Y/N- you were saying?? *You tease and Steve smiles as he rolls his eyes.*

Steve- don't you have a date with Peter? *Steve said this in a way to try and embarrass you but it doesn’t work*

Y/N- oh yeah! *You exclaim. Bucky is a little concerned.*

Bucky- whoa whoa I don't know how I feel about-

Y/N- Peter!! Has anyone seen Peter? *you say as you are walking out of the kitchen. Bucky looks at Steve*

Bucky- Answer me this, How exactly did it end, you never told me. Also who else knew?!?

Steve- Nat was the only one who knew about us. How it ended? Well when we both realized she was never going to get over you we knew the relationship wouldn't last. So one day she just left. *Bucky stands a little straighter and he gives Steve a smug look*

Bucky- Well, what can I say, the Women always preferred me over you. *Steve laughs and gives Bucky a shove. Bucky just smiles*

Steve- I ran into her about 5 months later and she was teaching at the school and she was in therapy for her time with Hydra/PTSD and everything involving you. *Steve smiles* She was a lot better, we tried again but I knew I wasn't going to stop until I got everyone back and the moment you came back she'd leave me in the dust so we decided it was best if we remained friends. *Bucky cringes*

Bucky- ouch, sorry buddy. *He pats Steve’s shoulder.*

Steve- Ehh it's alright, *Steve looks over to where Nat is sitting* I'm really happy with Nat, I think we could really have something. And it’s been a long time in the making. *Bucky smiles and gives Steve another pat on the back.*

Bucky- I'm happy for you, man.

Steve- Thanks *Steve smiles before he looks and sees you outside with Peter. You are sitting and then looks back at Bucky and give him a teasing wave. They wave back.*

Steve- Is she really okay Buck. I mean it took her a long time to get to a good place but that dream she had on the jet last night- You know she wasn't de-programmed like you, it's all still in there for her. *Bucky sighs.*

Bucky- I know but we need to handle Hydra first then maybe we can take her to Wakanda and see if they can help her. I just hope nothing happens before then. *Steve looks at Bucky.*

Steve- Hey, we are all here for her Buck. We are going to keep her safe as best we can and on that note, Tony needed us, you coming? *Bucky watches as you talk with Peter, laughing and having a good time. Bucky looks over his shoulder as he answers Steve.*

Bucky- Ya, I'm right behind you. *Bucky looks over you one more time. You see him still there and you shoo him away. He smiles and waves you off as he leaves to go find Steve and Tony*

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Silent Treatment

“My feet are killing me” Y/N said as she stepped into the passenger seat.

When she got no response, she started to worry.

Y/N and Jack had just left the party they were attending, and he was quick to nonverbally express his discomfort, making Y/N grow anxious at the thought of her doing something to upset him.

She was scared of asking but deep down she knew she needed to find out.

“Jack are you mad at me?”

No response.

That told her everything she needed to know. She always tried not to upset him because she loved him. Growing up, her parents would always use silent treatment as a way of punishing her. And as time passed her anxiety increased as she remained there in the passenger seat trying not to cry.

“I’m sorry If I did something to upset you” she softly muttered looking down.

Nothing.

They managed to arrive home without Y/N breaking down.

Even though she was scared of confrontation, she still wanted to get to the bottom of this.

She found herself quietly walking behind Jack trying to find the courage to say something.

As he sat in the bed scrolling through his phone ignoring her presence, she stood in front of him.

“hey…..um….I don’t know what I did….but I'm sorry I upset you. I miss you”

“Of course, you don’t know” he muttered under his breath still not looking at her.

“Would you please stop” she softly said on the verge of tears.

“Excuse me?” he said lifting her gaze to her.

“I don’t know what I could have done to upset you this much” she said. “But I feel like you’re just being cruel. I just- I’m sorry” she said as she left the room before bursting into tears. His face softened as he realized how bad he had been treating her all night.

The truth was that, while in the nightclub, this guy kept flirting with y/n but when she made no effort to stop him, he became hurt at the thought that he could lose her to anyone. And even though he knew deep down, that she didn’t have eyes for anyone but him, he couldn’t help himself from lashing at her.

That night, Y/N cried herself to sleep in the guest bedroom.

The next morning, Jack decided to make things right.

Y/N heard a soft knock on the guest bedroom.

“Come in” she softly said knowing it was him.

Jack entered the room and that’s when his heart broke into a million pieces at the sign of y/n with bloodshot eyes; knowing he was the reason for it.

“I'm sorry I made you feel neglected. You didn’t deserve any of that. I was mad at you for not saying anything when guys would flirt with you. Which is no excuse for the way I behaved. What I failed to realize was that you were probably feeling uncomfortable in that situation, and I should have stepped in and talked to you, instead of shutting you out. I'm sorry”

“I- I would never do anything to hurt you like that”

“I know baby” he said kneeling beside her.

She looked down and started nervously playing with her hands. She seemed like she had something on her mind she wanted to get out of her chest. So, Jack waited for her to say something.

“I- I know is stupid….that I’m crying like a baby over this” she said looking down.

“No of course not” he said moving a piece of her hair away from her face.

“The truth is…..that growing up” she stopped trying to collect her though. “As a way of punishment, my parents would ignore me….while also not telling me what I did wrong”

She took a deep breath as she felt tears running down her face again.

“I guess…..last night I felt like that after a long time”

“Y/N I'm so sorry. I hate myself for making you feel that way. You deserve all the kindness in this world. You didn’t deserve any of that and I truly don’t deserve you”

“I’m sorry I stood there and didn’t say anything”

He pulled her into his arms and held her close.

The thought of possibly losing Jack like that, triggered something in her because as soon as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him, she started silently crying.

“It wasn’t your fault” he kissed the top of her head. “You have nothing to apologize for”

And they stayed like that until y/n stopped crying and her breathing pattern went back to normal.  

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kylian safeword??? ❤️

kylian mbappe x reader

smut! safeword and aftercare

Safeword

kylian needed to show you who did you belong to.

he knew you knew but seeing that man flirting with you at the restaurant drove him crazy and he couldn’t wait to have his hands all over your body that night.

you loved when he showed his possessiveness to you, you loved how he made you feel, how he marked you up like you were his and his only, but sometimes he had a tendency to lose himself in those feelings and getting a little bit too rough.

you loved him when he was rough with you but you didn’t want him to overstep your boundaries.

“let me hear you baby” his voice whispered into your ear while his thumb worked on your pulsing clit.

he already made you come once with his tongue and now he wanted to do the same with his fingers. he wanted to break you and have you at his mercy.

he was so jealous that the man even watched in your direction he swore he was going to kill him.

“come for me baby” he said when he felt how close you were and you came with a loud moan.

you were panting, needing air in your lungs but he had no intention to stop.

“i’m gonna show you who you belong to princess, no man on earth will ever look into your direction again…” he said kissing you while he drove his cock between your folds.

you were loving every second of it.

he filled you up so good you’ve never felt that full.

he started rocking his hips into you at inhumanly speed, skin slapping and moans were covering the room.

“kyky i’m so close please…” you moaned, feeling the overstimulation from the previous orgasms.

“me too baby, come for me, come now” he whispered and you followed his order and came all over his cock. the way you clenched around him was enough for making him come into you.

“oh shit…” you whispered once you got down from your high but the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know, he had no intention of stopping.

“who do you belong to princess?” he asked you while his hand laid softly on your cheek.

“you kylian , only you” you whispered.

“good, now turn over” he grabbed your waits and made you lay on your chest, ass up in the air while your head was on your pillow.

“this is mine” he said slapping your ass.

it burned but you loved it.

“this is all mine…” he slapped you harder this time.

you didn’t mind it, but the moment he brought his thumb back to your clit your legs began to shake again, you were too overstimulated from the previous orgasms to be touched there again.

“kylian wait…” you tried to stop him but his middle finger was already thrusting into you. you clenched hard around his finger, trying to show him your discomfort but he wasn’t having any of it.

he thought you were enjoying it and so he continued it.

in fact you were enjoying it but it all became too much, the pleasure was overwhelming and even if you wanted to come one last time you knew you had to stop.

“kylian…” you cried, tears falling from your eyes.

“kyky…red, red please…red, red, red” you kept whispering but kylian stopped the moment he heard the first red coming out from your mouth.

“hey hey it’s okay baby…” he tried to calm you down when he saw how you fell on the bed when he stopped his movement inside you.

his heart broke when he saw you crying.

“shhh, baby it’s okay” he comforted you without touching you.

“can you hug me please?” you asked softly and he immediately wrapped his arms around you.

“i’m so sorry baby, i never meant to hurt you…” he was feeling guilty.

“no kyky you didn’t hurt me…it’s just, it was too overwhelming…i couldn’t bring myself to another orgasm it was too much…i’m sorry” you cried into his shoulder.

“no mon amour don’t cry…you did so good to me, that’s why we have a safeword for…i love you so much babe, i mean it…do you want to sleep? we can cuddle or eat something, whatever you want baby” he said stroking your hair.

“i’m really tired…can we sleep please?” you asked him.

“of course baby, wear this” he gave you his t-shirt to sleep in, knowing how much you loved wearing his clothes.

“thank you kyky” you laid down on the bed and brought your head over his chest.

“i love you so much baby…have a good night” he kissed your forehead while his hand was on your back, gently touching it and stroking it, helping you fall asleep.

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