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The Rite of Movement | part two

“first impressions”

part one | honeymoonin’

A/N: well, well, well, fancy that we’re all meeting up here, huh? 🥵 first, I just wanted to give a big thank you to @itsokbbygrl who has been feeding my brain rot all day. I appreciate you so so much and your input is extremely helpful 🥺 I do not have a lot of knowledge on the adult film industry, but I’m eager to dive into it with y’all. We all have our different preferences and tastes when it comes to porn, (if you choose to watch it) but for me personally, I’m into porn that is catered to women. And guess who else is? Joel fuckin’ Miller! I hope these impromptu drabbles give you all the warm, fuzzy, and hornknee feelings. In this household, we support sex workers 💗 we also support healthy communication during sex, safe sex, and sexual liberation for everyone. Thank u also to @strang3lov3 for the title 🤍

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Summary: it’s your first time meeting Joel Miller, your new adult film partner

Pairing | pornstar!joel miller x pornstar f!reader (and a sprinkle of pornstar!tommy miller. More to come in later chapters!)

Warnings: 30s reader/40s joel, general discussions of the porn industry, brief discussions of workplace trauma, mild swearing, kissing, slightly inappropriate workplace relationship, boss/employee power dynamic but it’s only lightly explored in this chapter, voyeurism, light smut, f!masturbation, reader has no physical descriptions, mentions of cigarettes and alcohol consumption, +18, minors dni! Let me know if I missed anything!

When you moved back to Austin Texas looking for a fresh start after a rather rocky experience doing unsatisfying pornos as a regular on screen talent for the mega studio, Brazzers, you never expected to rejoin the industry through a professional studio. After being fired, you settled on making solo amateur films in an attempt to pay your bills and make ends meet. The only problem was rent in LA was nowhere near affordable, and the pay was significantly less than you’d been bringing in from the studio. That’s when you made the decision to leave the state of California entirely, looking eastward towards a once-familiar home.

Your roots were in rural Texas, and although your parents ultimately disowned you for joining the adult film industry, you still had a support group of fellow transplants in Austin that had missed you terribly.

The porn industry was always evolving, but with these changes came an influx of new content. You had a decent following for a small time account, but without the promotion budget that came with films produced at larger studios, your homemade solo films were inevitably pushed to the bottom of the pecking order, making it difficult to expand your audience. You thought about quitting entirely and getting an everyday job as a receptionist at some corporate office, until one night you stumbled upon a channel account that was based in Austin. “Miller-Co, Real people, real sex, professionally produced for your pleasure.” Surrounded by unpacked moving boxes on your single, sad, sofa, you poured yourself a tall glass of wine and clicked on the first video that appeared on the channel’s page, its male lead catching your eye immediately and you clicked the video details to find his name.

Joel Miller was big in every possible sense. From his hands, to his biceps, to his strong thighs. His cock was stunning. It wasn’t the longest cock you had ever seen, but it was deliciously thick, a girth that had you salivating immediately. Not only was it big, but the more you watched, the more you learned he sure knew how to use it. Despite Joel’s brooding nature, his attentive care to his partners on screen was something you had never seen before. He was a talker, a praiser and it seemed he only did scenes in positions where he could see his partners face while they came. The studio lighting was softer, inviting, and very, very intimate.

You clicked through more videos. Joel’s apparent brother, Tommy Miller, was also a big talker, but he reminded you more of a sweet frat boy with some serious golden retriever energy. In simple terms, Tommy liked to pound it. His style seemed more physically intense and fun, lighthearted even. He could do more sensual, intimacy based scenes, but that was more Joel’s forte, you gleaned as you continued to consume their content. Tommy’s cock had an inch or so on his brother, but his cock wasn’t as thick. What it lacked it girth it made up for with how it was curved, and you could only imagine how easy it would be for him to hit that spot inside of you that sent you keening.

The more you watched these two brothers in their element, the damper your flimsy panties grew. It had been so long since you had gotten off while watching porn that you weren’t even sure if you could have a successful orgasm from it. Boy, were you wrong.

Your clit was soon overstimulated and pulsing beneath the soft silicon of your vibrator. You tossed the toy to the side and paused the video while you caught your breath for a few minutes, coming down from your high. A sense of post-orgasmic clarity settled in your mind and something was telling you that working for this channel’s studio might end up being your calling. A wonderful, horny twist of fate. Your ticket back into the industry that had left you both emotionally and physically bruised.

You couldn’t help the gleeful giggle that slipped past your lips the further you scrolled down the channel’s main page, looking for information on Miller-Co’s parent studio, and discovered a link at the bottom: Auditions.

You scrambled to update your resumé, and threw together a portfolio of your past work and clicked on the link. You submitted your application and downed the rest of your wine before closing the screen to your laptop with a decompressing sigh.

No one could say that you didn’t try.

On the other side of town Joel Miller was just closing up the studio for the evening to meet Tommy at their usual watering hole for a drink. His phone buzzed, notifying him that he had a new email and while he walked to his truck, he opened the email.

He had been recently looking for a new film partner outside of his current talent pool. Things were going well at his and Tommy’s boutique adult film studio, they were starting to see growth, and that meant making sure there was regularly fresh content for their growing audience.

Despite receiving 100s of applicants a day from his online posting on his studio’s PornHub channel, none of them were quite what Joel was looking for..until he opened up your application. Joel got a sudden overwhelming feeling in his chest that you were exactly the type of on-screen partner he was looking for. He exited out of the email and sent a quick text to Tommy. Hey, I'm gonna be a few minutes late. Got an applicant that I think will be perfect.

After sending the text to his brother, he opened the email once more. Your resumé was brief, and a noticeable frown crossed over his face when he saw that you were ex-Brazzers. When Joel was 18 and fresh to the industry, he worked for Brazzers. Being so green, he hadn’t known what exactly to expect, so he suffered through in the name of independence and regular pay, but he had hated it, and especially hated the way it made him feel. The culture there had led him to never wanting to partake in making that type of porn again. There was no emphasis on the comfort of his female partners, little to no communication between the actors, and Joel ultimately was uncomfortable with following through with the things he was requested to do. Half the time it didn’t even feel good. And what the hell is the point of making porn if both participants aren’t having fun and feeling pleasure?

For this reason, he felt wrong viewing the content that you had made with Brazzers. Given his prior experience, he could only imagine what you had gone through, and he didn’t want to see you that way. His business was solely based around respect, consent, and comfort as a top priority.

He opted to view your solo amateur content instead. You were a natural, and he knew that he could easily make you a star, if that’s what you truly wanted. Joel knew that mixing pleasure with business, in this industry in particular, could end up messy, but he never felt so physically and emotionally attracted to another human being till now.

His fingers worked fast on the screen as he responded to the email.

Hello,

It’s after working hours for me, but I just went over your application. You’re a natural, and I would be extremely interested in meeting for an official audition. Here is the address to the studio, and my personal work number.

I am off tomorrow, but if you are interested, I can go ahead and schedule a meeting for noon?

Looking forward to hearing from you,

Joel Miller.

He receives an email response from you five minutes later just when he starts the engine of his truck.

Hello Joel,

I would absolutely be interested in coming in for an official audition tomorrow. Noon works for me as well.

See you then!

He lets out a sigh of relief at your response and despite his goal to remain professional, he can’t help the flush that rises to his cheeks at the thought of filming with you. He sends a calendar invite to your email address with the meeting time of noon tomorrow. He tosses his phone into the cup holder and finally drives to the bar.

“She’s ex-Brazzers. Moved all the way from LA just like you and me.” Joel discusses with Tommy over a beer. He takes a sip from the rim and slides his phone across the table to the opposite end of the booth where Tommy is sitting.

“And she’s only been doing solo amateur content as of late?”

“Yeah, she’s only got a few videos up, but it sounds like she’s ready to dip her toe back into the industry. She’s a natural, Tommy. Real captivatin’ on camera.”

Tommy glances down at your application and lightly taps out a bit of ash from his cigarette in the ashtray resting near his elbow. “That so? Well, guess I’m just gonna have to see for myself jus’ how captivatin’ she is.” He looked over at his brother with a knowing grin and pulled out his earbuds from his jacket pocket and slipped them in.

Joel intently observes his brother watching one of your solo films and when he sees Tommy reach down to adjust himself, he couldn’t help but grin.

Tommy’s cheeks have a bright flush to them as he hits pause on the video, taking out one of the earbuds and makes direct eye contact with his brother. “Holy fuck, she’s gorgeous. Those eyes? Brother, I feel like I was being sucked into the screen! God, and her little whimpers? The way they kept gettin’ higher and higher—” Tommy said animatedly.

Joel feels a twinge of jealousy zip up his spine like he was shocked. Tommy’s never been shy, and neither has Joel, but he’s already feeling protective over you and he hasn’t even met you yet. “Yeah, she is a thing of beauty, ain’t she? I don’t know what it is about her, but I love her energy.” Joel comments thoughtfully.

Tommy, being the horndog that he is, can't help but look back down at the screen and the part where the video has paused. Your thighs are spread wide, fingers playing with your clit, teasing yourself while making occasional direct eye contact with the camera. “And god, that pussy? Y’ever see somethin’ so pretty? Bet she tastes like fuckin’ honey.” Tommy drawls.

“Tommy.” Joel snaps his fingers in front of his face in a quick motion. “Don’t go gettin’ too excited now. I’m the one meetin’ with her.” Joel gently reminds him.

“Well, I can see why ya like her so much already, Joel.” He winks and slides the phone back in his direction. “Don’t go gettin’ your panties in a twist. I think just based on this single video, she’s gonna be a good fit. On a serious note, I hope that Brazzers didn’t fuck her up too much.” He reaches for his beer and takes a sip.

“It’s her energy man, it’s infectious. She seems so gentle, soft, but you can tell that she knows exactly what she wants just by looking into her eyes alone.” Joel said rather dreamily.

“Y’gonna give ‘er the ole Joel Miller razzle dazzle then?” Tommy wiggled his eyebrows playfully with a chuckle.

Joel rolled his eyes and flipped him off before taking another sip of his beer. “All depends on her comfort level during our first interaction. I want her to know that she gets to call all the shots.”

Tommy tips his beer towards Joel in a mock salute. “And yet they say chivalry is dead.”

At first you wonder if Miller-Co is just another too good to be true scam and Joel had played you, providing you with the wrong address on purpose. Maybe this was a sign for you to never try studio work in the adult film industry again. You were standing outside of a hardware store, triple checking the address while simultaneously looking up at the sign: Miller-Co

Joel is sitting behind his desk when he sees you teetering around outside. He checks the time on his watch—quarter to noon—and smiles. He’s a punctual person himself and always had this philosophy of showing up earlier than planned out of respect for everyone’s valuable time.

He gets up from his desk and walks towards the door just as you’re turning on your heel to walk away.

The door swings open behind you with a sweet chime, and then you hear the raspy timbre of his voice, his smooth southern accent that already has you feeling weak in the knees.

“Are you my 12 o’clock?” He grins a boyish grin that oozes a level of natural confidence and charm that men dream of possessing.

“Oh.” You laugh and fiddle with the strap on your purse. “I totally thought I had the wrong place for a second there.”

“Sorry ‘bout the confusion, darlin.’ Folks ‘round these parts can be…sensitive to what we’re doing here. Gotta be sure they ain’t have a clue what they’re walkin’ by, be discreet, y’know?” He holds the door open with his shoulder effortlessly, and you get a good look at his handsome features. Joel Miller is tall, well-groomed, and there’s something immediately comforting about him. You can’t quite put your finger on what that thing is, but it might have to do with the selfless energy that radiates from the depths of his soft, espresso colored eyes. Or maybe it’s the endearing heart-shaped patches in his gray speckled beard.

“Oh, thank god!” You laugh again, hoping he didn’t notice your staring, and he chuckles. Something flickers in your eyes that Joel registers as unabashed curiosity. He clocks the slight hitch of your breath, your pupils dilating.

“I take it you’re probably used to dingy warehouses, unkempt garages, and the occasional sketchy office building?” Joel quips. He slips one of his hands into the faded pocket of his denim jeans.

“Yeah, how did you know?” You retort with false sarcasm and a small smile.

He shrugs his shoulders. “Lucky guess?”

“Well, you didn’t not hit the nail on the head, Mr. Miller.”

You swear you see him blush, the tops of his cheeks turning a flushed pink color. “Oh, please, call me Joel, darlin’. Mr. Miller makes me feel so..old.” He laughs and subtly gestures to the open door. “And hope ya don’t mind me sayin’ this, but ain’t you jus’ the sweetest n’ prettiest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of layin’ my eyes on.” He winks. “Shall we?”

“Oh, please, you aren’t old at all, Joel,” you brush away his self deprecation as his compliment leaves you feeling flustered, the heat beginning to rise to your cheeks. “So, your videos weren’t lying then? You really are a sweet talker?” You flirt back.

“Some days I feel like I am, got a bad back and ‘a that. And, oh, I am quite the sweet talker, darlin’.” He holds the door open for you as you slip past him, brushing up against the rough denim of his jeans due to his sheer mass taking up most of the entryway.

Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach when your eyes zone in on an all-to familiar black leather couch pressed up against the side of the wall. He notices your immediate discomfort and hesitation and clears his throat alongside you. “We uh—don’t film anythin’ on that, darlin’. It’s there more as a joke than anythin’.”

He sees you visibly let out a sigh of relief as your shoulders relax. You don’t see his face, but his lips are set in a deep frown and he genuinely feels bad. “There’s no leather couches or bright, headache inducin’ lights where I film, darlin’,” he adds softly and steps around you to pull back the chair at his desk.

You’re not even sure what to think or say as he pulls the chair back and you quietly sit down and watch as he sits across from you. “Hey, before we get into talkin’ business, I’m aware that you worked for Brazzers at one point, saw it on the application you submitted, and I jus’ wanted to let you know that me sayin’ ‘lucky guess’ back there was to ease your nerves. I understand what it’s like coming from that world, could tell that you were feelin’ a bit apprehensive, and I didn’t wanna jump right on into discussing your portfolio out in the open, y’know?” He held steady eye contact with you which was something that you normally would be intimidated by, but Joel wasn’t trying to make you feel small, his concern was genuine.

“It’s just been awhile for me since working there, but I appreciate you trying to ease the tension, Joel. I swear I’m not always this jumpy,” you add softly and he smiles.

“S’alright. I understand. I jus’ wanna start off by sayin’ that I want you to be comfortable, darlin’. That’s our first priority. We can film in the studio if you want. Now, personally, I never film here. All feels a bit too sterile for me; got a set up at home to film there. Feels more natural, but if you would rather be here, we can make that work.” He clicks a few buttons on the desktop mouse and pulls up your application so he has it to directly reference.

“Your first priority is that you want me to be comfortable?” The question tumbles past your lips and your pupils are blown wide. In past jobs your comfort was always pushed to the very bottom. It was viewed as insignificant and something that you were told you’d just have to suck up and get over. There was always a limited budget, which meant limited time, which meant little care given to anything other than hard and fast, turn and burn shoot days. And the studio executives cared about little except increasing profits year over year, so time and time again, you’d endured a lack of connection with your scene partners and set crew alike, never more than a quick direction thrown your way. No, comfortable was a far cry from what you were used to.

He’s not taken aback by your response at all. It’s something that he’s all-too familiar with, unfortunately. “Of course, darlin’. That’s the key to makin’ good porn, ain’t it? Both parties gotta be comfortable, otherwise the audience won’t feel connected to what they’re viewin’. All sex sells, but intimacy sells more.”

“I’m just not used to this kind of treatment, Joel. I honestly didn’t even believe that it existed in the adult film industry. The whole notion of comfort above all is just…new for me.”

“I know it is, darlin’,” Joel takes a breath before continuing, “I’m ex-Brazzers, too. Started there when I was 18, and left on my 30th birthday.” This was a piece of Joel’s past that was especially private, it came with baggage he still wasn’t entirely ready to unpack, and yet sharing this with you felt comforting for him.

“Oh my god, did they fire you too?” You lean forward in your chair feeling shocked that someone else in the industry shared the same awful experience as you did.

Joel’s heart shatters when he learns that you were fired. It makes him angry for you and the other women in the industry that were often released from their contracts for frivolous reasons. How could they let someone like you go? You have all the potential in the world with real, raw, talent, and on top of that, you were an absolute knockout. Those motherfuckers had a goldmine with you, and yet they couldn’t see what Joel sees.

“No, darlin’,” he frowns, “they didn’t. My brother and I made the decision to quit on our own. We stayed in LA for awhile with some old costars and made some amateur films before we moved back home to Austin, and started our own studio. I’ve strived to make porn that is catered to women. It’s a market that’s been largely untapped, and I’m lookin’ to shift the industry by showing how profitable it is,” he explains honestly. “And folks deserve to see real sex full of connection and intimacy and even sometimes some bloopers,” he chuckles. “It’s something that I’m incredibly passionate about, and that’s why it’s my utmost priority to make sure that you are respected and feel comfortable.”

You shrink in on yourself when the wave of sudden emotions hit and you don’t even realize your crying till Joel is getting up in a haste with a few tissues in his hand. His eyes are laced with concern as he crouches in front of you. “Hey, I’m sorry, darlin’. Didn’t mean t’make ya cry. I jus’—know how harmful the industry can be, and ‘m tryin’ to build a safe space within it.”

Fat tears begin to roll down your cheeks as you try to laugh through the tears. You feel pathetic for breaking down in front of this man who you have only just met. He must think you’re a lost cause in the industry if you can’t even hold yourself together for more than five minutes. You sniffle as he gently brings the tissue upwards towards your face and gently brushes away your tears. “I’m sorry, Joel. I don’t mean to turn into this blubbering fuckin’ mess.”

“Hey, ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for, darlin’,” he coos. “Maybe we wanna get outta here for some fresh air? If you’d like? Know a nice quiet coffee shop jus’ down the street. How do you feel about that?”

You look at him through wet lashes and parted lips when you slowly nod. “Uh—yeah. That would..be great. I’m just not exactly comfortable in this environment,” you murmur.

“I understand. No hard feelin’s taken or anythin’. Would you like some help gettin’ up?” He offers you his freehand.

“You’re not..upset?” You question softly and grasp his hand in your palm as he gently helps you up from the chair. His palm is warm against yours and massive in size.

“Upset? No, not at all. I meant it when I said that your comfort is a priority, darlin.’” He affirms.

After you’ve composed yourself a bit, you let Joel lead the way to the quiet coffee shop down the street. He holds the door open for you and lets you pick a secluded table in the back. When you offer to pay for the coffees, he interjects with a small grin and shakes his head. “S’on me, darlin’. G’on now and make yourself comfy,” he nudges you gently towards the table.

It’s a depressing thought to have, but you think about how no man has ever treated you with the kindness and respect that Joel Miller has thus far. It’s the bare minimum, but you appreciate him for it deeply.

He returns with two lattes and places them on the table before taking a seat across from you. “Y’jus’ let me know when and if you wanna continue the conversation, alright? There’s no rush. I ain’t got anywhere else to be.”

You grasp the mug between your palms and let the warm steam wafting from the mug kiss your skin as you look over at him. “Well, I figured it would be okay with me to share with you a list of things I’m not comfortable with?” You lean over the side of the chair and reach into your purse to pull out a folded up piece of paper that you drafted up after submitting the application last night.

He nods and takes a sip of his latte. “Of course that’s okay for you to do. I’ve got a form for you to sign back at the studio that includes a section disclosing your limitations and your personal comforts. We like to keep it on file so we can prepare everyone before shoot day, that way there ain’t any accidental crossed boundaries.” He reaches across the table and gently takes the paper from you.

Despite everything Joel has told you thus far, you’re afraid that he’ll end up being judgemental based on your list. It’s pretty much everything that mainstream porn runs on: bondage, punishment, gang bangs, overstimulation, and anal to name a few. You’re already thinking of getting up from the table, and protecting what’s left of your ego when he sets the paper down, reaches for your hand, gently picks it up and kisses the back of it while looking into your eyes. “This is it? We can absolutely work with this, darlin’. Don’t you worry none,” he reassures you.

His lips against your skin are like two plush pillows. Soft, silky and it’s hard to not imagine what those lips would feel like pressed against either of your own. You expected shame, and instead were greeted with the complete opposite. He validated you, and that alone was making your head spin like a ferris wheel.

“I know you ain’t have any pleasant experiences in the industry, and that’s a damn shame. But I can promise you that you won’t have to worry about none of that with me. Okay, darlin’? Sweet girl, I’m gonna be honest with ya because that’s jus’ the kind of man I am. Y’got some serious talent that I think has been severely overlooked. I can make you into a real star if that’s what you want. I’m simply jus’ actin’ as a guideway for ya. And between you and me? I love my job, and I hope that maybe I’ll be able to turn those bad experiences you had into somethin’ good.”

Your eyes focus on his lips and their movement with each word that flows past them. Neither of you realize how close you’re leaning over the table till you can practically taste the hazelnut latte lingering on his tongue.

“Joel, I swear I heard every word you just said, and please tell me if I’m being unprofessional given the circumstances, but I really want to kiss you right now,” you breathe.

His brow raises and a dimple pokes through his cheek as a grin tugs across the corner of his lips. He chuckles softly, “Well, lucky for you, it’s totally appropriate given the circumstances. Jus’ one of the many perks of bein’ in this industry, darlin’. Unbridled desire is personally one of my favorite things.” He leans in closer, his tone dropping down to an octave that made you tingle with desire, and admits quietly, just for you, “If we weren’t here in this coffee shop right now, I’d show you just how unbridled my desire can be.”

You gripped the edge of the table for dear life. It took everything in you to not rip that man’s clothes off right then and there. That part of you that had laid so dormant was crackling to life again, and he could see those emotions swirling in your eyes. “Maybe we should get those papers signed so that you can show me if you’re really just all talk?” Your brow quirked upwards, mouth lifting into a flirtatious smirk just as his nose brushed against your own.

“Think you’ve seen enough to me to know that I ain’t bluffin’, darlin’.” His hot breath fans your lips as you reach across the table and rest a hand on his shoulder, the other steadying your balance on the table. Joel lifts his hand to your face and gently guides you by your chin. His lips brush yours, testing the waters while your tongue swipes confidently at his lower lip. He surges forward, hand moving from your chin to cup your face where your jaw meets your neck and deepens the kiss. You unconsciously let a soft moan loose, lost in the feeling, and Joel feels his cock come to life at the sound. It’s a good thing the barista behind the counter is too busy watching a YouTube video to see you and Joel practically gorging on each other's faces.

You can feel him smiling against your mouth before he leaves you with a final press of his lips and pulls back, sitting back in his chair, shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he brings his thumb up to the corner of his lips and wipes away a stray strand of saliva. “Think I’m gonna get a little somethin’ to eat. Y’want anythin’?” He rasps and reaches for his wallet in his pocket.

“Yeah.” You grin and rest your chin in your palms. “Something..sweet.”

A flush rises to his cheeks as he stands up from the chair and discreetly adjusts himself in his jeans and you giggle at the sight. You’d think it was his first rodeo by how quickly he had grown hard from just kissing you. Then again, Joel did say that he loved his job. And if he treated the less significant parts of his job like that, you were more than looking forward to seeing, feeling, him do the other parts of his job he loved, too.

You sat in that coffee shop for hours getting to know one another. It felt like no time had gone by at all, and it was obvious that you both were feeling that spark of an immediate connection blossoming. There was no denial that you and Joel were physically attracted to one another, but you had no idea what doors were now opened because of this first meeting. The chemistry was palpable, electricity ricocheting off the walls, and that unspoken language between one another was apparent.

“Hey, Joel? I think I’m ready to sign those forms now,” you spoke, wading through the building sexual tension.

“Perfect.” He grins. “Let’s go n’get ‘em signed.” He pats your thigh gently.

Once you’re back in the studio, Joel goes over every section of the documents and answers every single one of your questions with direct thoughtfulness and professionalism. You can hear your pulse beating in your ears when you sign the last page, clenching your thighs to abate the need growing between your legs.

“Now, there’s no rush to filmin’ anythin’ right away, okay? We don’t gotta dive head first if you wanna go home and process all of this, I completely understand. But, if you’re interested, I can give you my address and we can—”

“How about you drive me to your place instead?” You coyly interjected with a grin.

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lem0nademouth · 1 year

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things heartstopper does brilliantly because i refuse to let some of you monsters ruin it for everyone

1. models healthy consent practices!! oh my goodness!! asking to kiss, double checking that consent is enthusiastic, being honest about moments that lacked consent (see: b*n h*pe and imogen asking out nick). later in the books we get even more amazing examples of consent being an ongoing conversation!!

2. the teenagers act their age!! they’re awkward, they’re confused, they’re unsure of themselves, they are PLAYED BY YOUNG ACTORS!!! it’s realistic and beautiful and doesn’t set unreasonable expectations for viewers like almost every other show about high schoolers

3. SUPPORTIVE PARENTS!!! all of the parents we have met so far have been loving, supportive, compassionate, and patient. it’s so nice to have multiple queer and trans characters who are embraced by their parents and their friend’s parents from the beginning. and tao’s mom is an icon.

4. safe people and places!! the characters have trusted adults like mr. ajayi and mrs. singh and safe places like the art room that they can go to when things are rough. it models healthy support network building and healthy coping skills!!!

5. all the ways you can come out and be out!! it tells a beautiful “coming out isn’t always easy and it’s never the end of the journey” story without making coming out seem like a disaster waiting to happen. yes, charlie was outed - and people still jumped to his aid even before nick came around. no one pressures nick to come out (a major story arc some of y’all clearly didnt pay attention to) and they tell him it’s fine if he doesn’t know what to label his sexuality if he even wants to label it at all.

6. LETTING. BOYS. CRY. oh my god it’s so refreshing to see a show where boys get to cry instead of punching walls. and not once does someone tell them crying makes them less masculine. no one tells anyone to stop crying. they’re allowed to be emotional and it’s wonderful.

7. affection. i adore the way this show portrays all the small ways you can say “i love you”: a homemade picture frame, buying your apple juice every day, waiting until you’re ready, taking you to the beach, bringing over cookies for movie night, bringing their dog to the date to cheer you up, running over in the rain, punching someone in the face for you.

feel free to add more!!! i just want to highlight the best parts of this show + graphic novel series because it really is a masterpiece. i hope kit (and the rest of the cast and crew) knows that he’s doing a good job - a great job - and that no one else’s shitty behavior can change that.

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famemonsterrr · 5 months

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Astrology observations part 19.

! Pliz these are my own observations and experiences not facts so really don’t take them so seriously because we all have different experiences and opinions !

- Sagittarius suns/rising people are always smiley and bright especially the women I have example of miley Cyrus (she is Sagittarius sun)

- I have noticed that a lot of people who have Sagittarius rising they end up being either addicted to weed or having this hippie guru style you know the todays crystal girlies

- Fire signs are meant to be rock stars or in stage in general. If you have noticed so many stars have fire suns or placements

- Aries they always have a way to look like a HOT mess look at my wife gaga she is a mess and that’s what makes her hot

- Taurus mars are the most lazy active bitches out there I swear to god it’s a curse to be active yet wanting to go slow and maybe chill out for days until you found the right time to do something.

- Scorpio placements/8th house placements whatever you do pliz wear Smokey eye look and black clothes. You just look soo good with this style and really makes u so sexy

- Leo sun and rising most of the time have diamond shaped face not all the time of course like Selena Gomez is a Leo rising but her face is round youthful face her cancer energy is still there lmao

- among the earth signs in men the most organised and clean is Capricorn but in women the most organised and clean obsessed is Virgo all the Capricorn men I have in my life are so organised and clean to a sick level

- water signs are the obsessed lovers always. Like even me who is Pisces sun and Venus in the 8th house (Scorpio energy) I’m very obsessed not with different people (like a Pisces dominated) but definitely with a specific person for so many years. Scorpio is just our favourite insane little water signs and cancers are the best hiding it but they love to be obsessed with their crushes/lovers

- out of the earth signs, Capricorn is the most softie don’t get fooled by Virgo being always there to help they aren’t that nice about it. Taurus is Taurus- strict and specific yet very lay back person but don’t provoke them. However for me Capricorns have been the best people ever- very patient, they don’t start drama and so giving in every aspect.

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angxlofvenus · 10 months

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Hiii so I wanted to ask if you could write some headcanons about how the brothers would react if MC suddenly turned into a toddler (due to some forbidden book or Solomons cooking or whatever you want) like ,how would they react ,how would they take care of my ?

I hope this request makes sense ! I really like your writing

When You Become A Toddler

Thank you so much for the request! This was so cute to write about, Have a great rest of your day/night! Genre: Fluff Ship: Platonic brothers x reader TW: mentions of hurting Solomon, killing Solomon, Pretty much just threats on Solo's life, minimal cursing, eating Solomon's cooking, Turning into a child, Child reader

You should've known better by now... When Solomon brought you a Tupperware claiming it was Simeon's cooking, You knew it was risky but the food looked good! You only realized how badly you messed up after only one bite...

Lucifer

No. Not another one- He refuses

This man has pretty much raised 6 kids already, and while he may kill Solomon for this, He is the most experienced in helping you

He’s got this whole mom thing down to a T

Will probably just care for you like a normal Toddler

It does get a teeny strenuous when he eventually needs to get back to work

No mc, you can not help him sign papers with your red Crayola crayon.

Once you’re back to normal, he’s mostly relieved, Though it was nice to reminisce on the good ol’ days when his brothers were still just young Cherubs

Mammon

First thought is, “Oh shit!”

Second thought is, “Lucifer’s gonna kill me!”

He may strangle Solomon right then and there

He is the second oldest so he’s got some experience under his belt

Immediately is picking you up and coddling you

Will totally become the best babysitter ever (aka letting you do pretty much whatever you want)

Wanna go spend Lucifer’s money? Hell yeah! Wanna go to the park? Let’s go!

Once you’re back to normal, He’s gonna deny Caring for you as closely as he did but he secretly enjoyed having someone younger around who actually likes him for a while (Luke…)

Levi

Nope, He can’t do this!!

Yes, He technically has 4 younger brothers, yes he knows how to take care of kids but still-

His room isn’t for kids, All of his precious collectibles!!

Is cursing the sorcerer's name

Y’all will end up watching some kid-friendly anime and playing some of his easier games

Will let you win too

After you’re back to normal, He will let out a sigh of relief, You weren’t a bad kid but, He likes you better grown up and not so destructive

Satan

As he is technically the youngest in age, He won’t be the most experienced

But- This man has read a couple things about kids so he isn’t totally helpless

Will be one of the better caretakers, He will keep you happy and calm throughout the day

He’ll find some more age-appropriate books to read to you

Afterwards, He is happy you’re back to normal safely but it was nice to act so domestic for a bit, He will being having a ‘talk’ With Solomon :)

Asmo

Well, aren’t you cute!

Would also be a great babysitter in my opinion

Y’all will be having a fashion show, sorry I don’t make the rules

His phone is now full of pictures of just you and him being fashionistas

Will 100% let you play with all his makeup and nail polish, Yes he’ll let you give him a makeover

No matter how bad the finished product looks, he will shower you in compliments on your skills

After you're back to normal, He’ll laugh about the situation with you and gush about how cute you were!

Beel

Now this guy is a family man so he’s immediately in protective mode

Will protect you with his life

Is maybe the best babysitter out of everyone

Will get everything you need, Blankets, coloring books, toys, You name it- He’s gonna get it for you

Will absolutely cook for you/ share his food if you ask nicely, He could never say no to that face!

Once you turn back, He is a little sad but overall just happy you’re healthy

He won’t let you anywhere near Solomon or his cooking for a while…

Belphie

Get somebody else to do it-

In all seriousness, he isn’t really good with kids

Will probably take you to the park or something so you can get all your energy out while he naps on a bench

Once y’all get back, He’ll give you his phone and just let you go wild while he sleeps

Will be nice enough to let you cuddle with him/ steal his cow pillow

He’ll be so happy when you’re back to normal, Not that you weren’t cute and all but he likes you better when you can care for yourself

He will definitely be out for blood though, Solomon isn’t going to get off that easily

Best babysitter to worst:

Beel Satan Lucifer Mammon Asmo Levi belphie

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sugarlywhispers · 6 months

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m.izuku + fem reader – Halloween special

Summary: He growled against your lips, “If you want it, bunny, ask for it.”

Genre: Yandere!Midoriya AU; Smut; PWP.

Rating: Explicit; +21 (cuz of yandere-ish, dark themes)

WARNINGS: (it’s pure filth, don’t @ at me, y’all know you want it lol xD) adult sexual content, dub-con (?KINDA?; like, reader hates him but loves him? LOL I SAID DON’T @ AT ME XD), obsessive behaviour (y’all, Izuku is a freaky cocky bastard in this, and y’all gonna like it; like I did; periodT), choking, thigh biting (c’mon, Izuku is hella freaky and we all love it, wachu expect?), description of blood sucking. I SAID IT’S FILTHY, BYE.

a.n; i already said it, don’t @ at me😆; i wrote this for Halloween a couple of years back, so i had to adapt it to MHA. i honestly wasn't expecting to create this kind of Reader, which i liked very much (you'll understand once you read), so i think i will write this type of Reader with other characters of MHA, mostly like what i did with the "making their gf squirt" kind of drabbles. Hope y’all had a nice day and stay safe and healthy. Love y’all~💕

This is for @tragiclotus, even though is not exactly what you asked me for, i hope you still like it~♡

'Run. Don't turn around. Just run!'

How did it come to this? When was it that everything turned like this? You didn't know. You just knew that you hadn't had a choice. He did it for you, he chose for you. A chill ran through your body at the thought of him. Why you?

That had always been the main question, to which you had all the answers.

You were already tired of running. You were tired of hiding. You were sick of pretending to have a normal life, knowing that you did not have it.

No matter how much you ran, he would always catch you. No matter how good you hid, he would always find you. No matter how much you denied what you felt, he would always know your true feelings.

You stopped running and rested your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath. Your legs felt like heavy stones, the cold wind hitting against your wet face from the tears you allowed to escape from your eyes. You could feel your cheeks flushed, hot, from the effort you were making to keep running.

‘Run. Keep running. Don’t stop…’

You couldn’t. You couldn’t keep running anymore. What difference would it make? In the end, he would always get you. What difference would it make if you were already doomed?

“What's wrong, little bunny? Don't wanna run anymore?” You heard his voice right behind you, followed by his dark and wicked laugh.

A laugh you had nightmares with; a laugh that no sane human being would make.

A chill ran through your body when you heard it, causing the adrenaline to rise again through your system and making you run again.

More laughs. Damn it! When was going to be the damn day he would leave you alone?! A voice within you answered that question: Never.

You finally came across a cabin that seemed abandoned. There was no other option, so you ran to it. When you opened the door, your body went static in its place. The inside of the cabin was all adorned with candles of different colors and smells. A huge bed lay in the middle, filled with different colored rose petals.

Fuck! You had fallen right into his trap.

A couple of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You knew it was him, and there was no escape for you. However, and like it always happened, you never gave anything to him easily; you began to struggle, arms and legs kicking everywhere, even though you knew it would be in vain. In less than a blink, he had you between his body and the bed.

You looked into his emerald eyes, which were filled with desire and amusement. A stroke of lust invaded your body and the entire room. Your core wet as you threw your head back and groaned.

"I love seeing you like this, little bunny," he commented, his nose caressing the lines of your jaw. His lips then caressed the skin of your neck, slowly and gently, his tongue licking from kiss to kiss, tracing a path towards your ear, where he whispered, "All mine..."

He smirked devilishly against your skin before ripping off all your clothes, only your panties hold onto your body. The rest was a little tattered roll of cloth on the floor.

You opened your eyes, a few tears already escaping; and you hated it. You had made a promise to never cry in front of him. Never give him the satisfaction of seeing you break before his eyes, the eyes of a villain pretending to be a hero.

He was a monster.

A monster that you created.

Midoriya Izuku broke away from your skin and looked you straight in the eye. You once thought the green in his eyes was mesmerizing, the freckles on his nose and cheeks gave into his features that make him look cute and gentle, his smiles were friendly and trustworthy. Now, all is different, all is scary. When he smiled, his perfect white teeth, where two sharpened canines poked out on each side of his devil smile, shined in that dim lighted place.

“I hate you,” you spat at him as you tangled your fingers in his curly hair, grabbing and pulling him towards you. He laughed cockyly.

"So you say now,” he bragged with a smirk before his mouth trapped yours in a heated kiss.

His tongue, which you loved and hated from him the most, demanded submission from yours, but you never gave it to him that easily. One of his forearms landed next to your head, handling half his weight on it; his other rough and cold hand caressed your cheek before travelling down until it was right at your neck, slowly making pressure. You knew he would never kill you, but he liked to increase and decrease the strength on his hand there, just to prove to you how easily he could kill you. With that only hand he could crack your neck and you will be done for. But he didn’t want that; he wanted, needed you alive. Who else would give him what he desired the most? Only you could give that to him.

Midoriya Izuku, the creature that became your worst nightmare –yet the best thing that ever happened to you– decided you were his the moment his green, dazzling eyes gazed your way.

You belonged to him; your body –especially your body– and soul recognized it. They reacted to a mere whisper, a mere glance, a touch from him. Now, all he needed was your mind finally accepting it.

His lips and tongue became more demanding, making you unable to follow him, to defy him. You couldn’t even contain the whine that escaped your mouth when he ended the kiss pulling your bottom lip with his teeth, at the same time his hips thrusted into yours. He still had his clothes on, yet that sudden friction over your already needy center had you almost begging for him to do anything, and everything he wanted.

Izuku smirked knowingly at you, “When are you gonna give up, bunny?”

Your eyes opened, dazed with a need that only him could suffice, yet filled with also a deep hatred that he and only him was responsible for.

“Never.”

The frustration and anger in your tone were clearly evident, yet he chuckled it away, putting a bit more of strength over your neck and pelvis, making you release a high pitched moan. You hated him even more for making you like, desire, want, need everything he did to you.

This creature, because he no longer was-felt like a human being to you, was going to be the end of you.

“Let’s see if this pussy thinks the same way,” his deep voice sang mockingly while his body travelled down, until his face was right in between your legs. “But first, I deserve a reward for catching you again, don’t I, little bunny?”

Izuku’s tongue licked the inside of one of your thighs, and he smiled against the skin when you shivered in expectation. You knew what he was going to do, and you couldn’t do anything against it, nor could you contain the loud groan your mouth freed when you felt his bite on your thigh, teeth breaking the skin deeply.

You still felt his cocky smile against your skin when he started licking the blood coming from the bite; it was so freaking painful, that it didn’t matter how many times he had already bitten you, it still hurt as fuck. Not like that the first time he did it, but still hurt. However, Izuku simply knew how to make you come back at him for more of his bites. When his thumb started rubbing against your core as he licked your blood, you moaned, the pain completely transforming into pleasure, the cloth of your panties drenched with your wetness. It was a pleasure no other man could ever provide you. You cursed the day he found out about your Quirk.

Your Quirk was a rare one. One that people could use for their own gain and advantage, if they discovered how it worked. Because of one simple drop of your blood making contact with someone who had a Quirk, it strengthened their abilities, senses, everything. It didn't need to be drunk, just by the touch of it on skin it was enough.

When you met Izuku, you told him you were Quirkless. You had the support of the government to hide this because it was too dangerous. For you and for the whole world.

He thought you were a Quirkless girl that lived a life pretty normal and boring. It was all sunshines and rainbows and pink skies at the beginning. Midoriya Izuku was nothing but the perfect gentleman. Until one night, you were cooking dinner and he was helping you. It was a mistake, a stupid fucking mistake you should have been more careful about. While cutting the vegetables, you cut your finger a bit, and Izuku reacted way faster than you did, grabbing your hand and intending to direct it under water. He meant well. However, there was a particular thing about your Quirk… Whenever it made contact with somebody's skin, they would feel the development inside their bodies and they would feel so good about it would make them go on a frenzy, wanting more and more of your blood. Like a vampire, thirsty for blood.

You never knew it could be this bad. And it got worse when in his frenzy, Izuku licked your finger instead of putting it on the water like you were sure he intended in the first place. A green light that came from him cracked around you both, as the pupil of his eyes grew larger, the clear thirst in them making you gasp.

You were stupid. So fucking stupid. You should have taken more research on how your own Quirk worked and not blindly trust in government people who clearly didn't know a shit more than you did about it. Because if you did know how your Quirk worked, you wouldn't have let Izuku lick your blood, you wouldn't have let him close enough to you at all in the first place. Because if you did know how your Quirk worked, you would have known that the second someone tasted your blood, a sort of bond would be created between you and them. A bond that united your soul with his, your body with his, your needs with his.

And you would have known there was no turning back once it was done.

You could hear Izuku eagerly licking, drinking your blood there in between your legs; you even felt the blood leave your body from where he was sucking as his index finger joined the other in rubbing your clothed and wet pussy. The moans and whimpers you let out only ignited him even more.

With each suck on your skin and rub on your sex, he brought you closer to that wonderful, pleasing and mind-blowing edge only Izuku knew how to take you. But when he realised you were close to cumming, he grabbed with his other hand your thigh in a strong hold and with all his self control –or the few he could provide when it came to you, all of you– he pulled his mouth away, blood sliding down the corners of his mouth and from the bite he created on your thigh.

His fingers also stopped moving on your core and you groaned frustrated. You had been so close…

Izuku chuckled one more time at you, his tongue relishing on the magnificent taste of your blood on his mouth, before licking the bit that was outside his mouth and going for the bit that slid throughout your wound.

“You’re such an awfully beautiful and delicious little bunny,” he praised hungrily.

“You are the awful creature, not me,” you spat, but you could feel the need already winning over your hatred towards him once more.

He travelled back up your body until his whole big and muscular one was over yours, his lips ghosting over yours in a teasing manner and his forearm next to your head, holding himself over you. The hand of his other arm grabbed your hand and guided it towards the prominent bulge over his pants, making you feel him, how hard he was for you and how much he wanted you the same you wanted him.

“You love this creature, baby,” he insinuated, smirking cockyly and making you move your hand over his clothed, hard cock, stroking him nice and slow. “Don’t even try to deny it.”

You moaned, needy for him, body, soul and mind already surrendering to him, for now. “Please…” you couldn’t even articulate other words as you rubbed him on your own, your hips also buckling up to create any and every kind of friction.

“Mmh, yes, bunny?”

“Please…” you begged again, already feeling like crying. You wanted him, you needed him.

He growled against your lips, “If you want it, bunny, ask for it.”

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explorevenus · 1 year

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something permanent, pt. 4 ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors dni i am so for serious rn

reminder that this is a dark fic, if any of the following bothers/triggers you do not read: yandere!leon kennedy, kidnapping, drugging, noncon, somnophilia, forced daddy kink, forced breeding

in other words, dead dove, do not eat !!! you are responsible for your own media consumption.

find part 1 here ! ♡

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word count - 4.9k

description - leon discovers a new way to connect with darling after hours. later, darling hits a breaking point that sends her down an unwinding path that might be hard to crawl out of.

tags/warnings - yandere!leon kennedy, fem/afab!reader, kidnapping, drugging, noncon, somnophilia, forced daddy kink, forced breeding, pet names, praise, fingering, choking, restraint, reader has a trauma trigger sooo implied ptsd i guess, dumbification, dollification if u squint, leon gets mean again, heavily implied onset stockholm syndrome

a/n - y’all have @dollrxst to blame for this one ♡ go follow tea she’s the mf best and put somno!leon in my brain :^)

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Leon liked to watch you sleep more than you could possibly realize -- you weren't conscious, after all. You knew he at least used to, due to your complete and utter inability to sleep for the first few weeks after he'd taken you in, when sleeping didn't feel safe, didn't feel worth it.

But, as Leon knew it would, you eventually succumbed to your exhaustion and began to sleep again, mostly during the day when he was away at work, but with time your sleeping pattern became much more normal and he was able to delight in watching your sleeping form once more.

He loved how your body would warm up when you slept. How your lashes would flutter as your eyes darted around behind your lids, an indication to him you were dreaming. The way your lips would sometimes part and you would let out little noises, or even talk a little bit. He liked to imagine you were dreaming of him. He liked to imagine you were talking to him in those dreams.

Since your attempted escape three weeks ago, Leon couldn't fight back the urgency to knock you up any longer. He'd held off for over a month to ensure you were able to heal after your IUD was removed, and now that you were becoming more and more pliant with him, all he could think about was fucking you over and over and over again until there was no possible way you weren't pregnant.

Your attempted escape terrified him very deeply. Although you had been quite sweet to him since those three days you spent cuffed to the bedframe, he couldn't help but worry you were just trying to manipulate him. He wanted-- no, needed-- to know you were his forever. He needed to know you were really serious about this, about him, about your future family.

What better way to ensure you'd never leave than to make you the mother of his children?

He brushed his knuckles over your cheek softly enough to feel you without waking you. He knew you needed your beauty sleep if you were going to be healthy enough to conceive, but he was having a considerably hard time convincing himself not to fuck you right now.

Slowly and feather-light, Leon dragged his fingers down your jaw, over the soft skin of your neck, up and over the slope of your shoulder. He laid the flat of his palm over your breast, feeling through your shirt the way your chest rose and fell with sleepy sighs. You were just so cute, he couldn't help himself. Leon was growing hard in his boxers.

He wondered how he might be able to make absolutely sure you would stay asleep while he fucked you. Then, he remembered something he'd smuggled home from work to use in an emergency.

Carefully, Leon shifted out of bed and crept over to his desk in the corner of the room. Pulling open a drawer as silently as he could manage, he reached for the object that would allow him this opportunity.

He pulled out a sleek metal syringe, filled to the brim with tranquilizer. It would only take a small dose to keep you out for a few hours due to your size and the concentration of the solution. The tiniest prick would grant him at least the rest of the night to do with you as he pleased.

Leon made his way back to the bed, crawling in beside you with the syringe in hand, freezing as you stirred beneath the covers. He waited to make sure you hadn't woken up before continuing to get close to you, hovering over your sleeping face to brush your hair away from your neck and ready the needle. In the dark room he felt gently for your artery, and the tip of the needle just barely grazed your warm skin before you woke up with your brows furrowed.

"What're you doing?" You mumbled tiredly, reaching up to rub your eyes. "W'time is it?"

"Nothin', baby," He shushed you, steadying his hand again. You hadn't noticed what he was holding, it was too dark. "It's late, you should go back to sleep."

You grumbled, tucking back into your prior position, and Leon knew it was now or never. He punctured your neck with the needle and injected the tranquilizer before you could push him off of you.

You jolted into consciousness, hand raising to nurse the stinging bite in your neck. "W-What did you do?" You asked in a panic, your words already beginning to slur.

"You're okay princess, don't fight it. Just go back to sleep," He cooed, cradling your cheek. "Did so good for me. Took it like a champ."

Your mouth fell open to ask what exactly it was that you took like a champ, but you were rapidly struggling to hold yourself up and you couldn't get a word out. Your fingers and toes were tingling and your head felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. Your eyelids felt just as heavy. Suddenly you felt like you were falling, and you grabbed at him weakly for stability before tipping back into the pillows with a soft sigh.

"That's it, pretty baby," You faintly heard him praise you over the ringing in your ears. "Right back to sleep."

Then you were gone, and you were unknowingly at his mercy.

Leon kissed your forehead, crawling atop your unconscious body, hands shaking a bit with excitement as he tried to decide where he wanted to start. Typically he would take his time to warm you up, playing with your tits, smothering you in wet, sultry kisses, toying with your clit until you caved and begged for him to get on with it. This time, he was far too eager, too excited at the prospect of having free reign to pump you full of his cum that he couldn't wait any longer to feel you on his cock.

He parted your thighs eagerly, pushing your panties aside with one hand and pulling himself from his boxers with the other. His eyes sparkled at the sight of your pretty pussy on display just for him, stuffing two fingers inside your tight little hole to stretch you out a bit. Precum dripped down the rosy head of him just at the feeling of your plush, wet walls inviting him in.

Leon drew his bottom lip between his teeth as he lined himself up at your cunt. He began to sink into you with a bit of resistance from your body, and he watched your pretty face scrunch up, your cute little nose wrinkling as you whimpered quietly in your sleep. With all the restraint he could muster, terrified of hurting you, he slowly fucked deeper into you with shallow thrusts, easing your tight cunt into taking him completely.

He shuddered at the feeling of you clenching around the length of him. He couldn't help but think that even unconscious, you knew you were meant to carry his seed. He curled over your sleeping body, planting his palm on the bed just beside you to steady himself before he began to really fuck you.

It was remarkable how quickly your breathing picked up, sweet, soft little whines and sighs falling from your plush lips. Even in the dark he could have sworn your skin was going rosy.

"Good girl," He smiled to himself, speaking as if you could hear him. He hoped you could. "So fuckin' tight and wet for me."

He let his eyes slip shut as he pounded into you, one hand planted into the sheets and the other gripping your hip with white knuckles. Just the thought of having you to himself for the entire night made him dizzy with lust. Leon worried a bit that he was going to finish early, but he could hardly bring himself to care-- you felt so good, and the sooner he'd finish, the sooner you might be pregnant.

Leon huffed out a breath, brain wired in concentration as he took you, the sound of skin on skin and hushed chants of your name over and over again flooded the dark room. His mind was racing with thoughts of you, your body, your scent, the taste of you, the thought of you in his daydreams, ring finger adorned with a band of your favorite stone, tummy full of his seed. You were so pretty, so sweet, so cute and sexy and loving and he just couldn't possibly get enough of you. It made him fucking crazy.

He was quickly approaching his release just thinking about you, pace of his hips stuttering to a halt as he buried himself into you and groaned as he filled you up with hot cum. You were clenching around him, like you were trying to milk every last drop from him. He couldn't help but smile as he caught his breath.

Leon rested his head on your chest, still inside you, plugging the cum in you with his cock.

"So pretty," He spoke into your shirt, lazily pressing kisses over your clothed tits. "My pretty girl. Gonna get you good 'n knocked up, I promise."

He let his hand slide up your shirt, feeling your hot skin beneath his palm, trailing up to toy with your breasts. They were so supple and soft and fit so perfectly in his hands. Absent-mindedly he felt over the expanse of your chest and your tummy as he lazily rutted into you, quickly recognizing he was growing hard again.

Leon would be making a habit of this.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was a throbbing pain in and between your thighs. The next thing you noticed was the feeling of something thick and sticky leaking out of you.

Your first instinct was that you were bleeding again, but as you propped yourself up on your elbow and pulled back the covers, you were weirdly relieved and not at all surprised to see your hips littered with fingertip-scale bruises and your inner thighs slick with something pearly white. Leon was nowhere to be found, and as badly as you wanted to get up and shower off, you were so sore and your body still felt so heavy from whatever Leon had dosed you with the night before. There was no possible way you were getting out of bed without assistance... or painkillers.

Leon's intention of getting you pregnant was beginning to worry you a lot. Something about waking up full of cum just really made the whole thing feel real. For obvious reasons, you couldn't depend on your contraception anymore, and he was intent on fucking you every single day, sometimes multiple times. Apparently now he felt the need to continue those efforts into the night. His stamina was terrifying and the thought of growing his child inside of you was petrifying.

You couldn't help but make yourself sick to your stomach just thinking about what was in store for you. His efforts were so thorough, as much as you wanted to believe the universe would give you a break and make you infertile or something, you were smart enough to know it was only a matter of time. You might even be pregnant already, and there was nothing you could do about it, Leon made sure of that.

Leon. Where was he?

He hadn't exactly been great about showing up to work lately-- he'd rather call out to fuck you-- but if he was home he would definitely be in here with you or at least close by, making his presence known in some way. Maybe he had to go in today. Maybe he was running errands or something.

Maybe he was delivering your letter?

Something like that, anyway.

Leon was sat outside in the sunshine, in his enclosed backyard, idly twirling the crumpled note in his fingers as he stared at the high wooden fence, the very same one you'd tried to scale three weeks ago.

He read it a while ago. He noticed your code-- it was pretty obvious, after all-- but he couldn't help but think it was cute that you'd tried.

More than anything, he couldn't quit thinking about how proud he was of you. Yes, proud. The fact that you wrote the letter at all proved to him how you really felt. If you weren't ready to commit to him, why else would you bother? Surely you would have refused his demand if you were still trying to be difficult. In your own little way, you were finally succumbing to the truth. You were realizing that Leon would take care of you, that he knew what was best for you at any given time. It was just a beautiful thought to him.

His eyes casted downward to the paper, tracing over the lines of your delicate writing once more before standing to his feet, turning around to walk inside with a soft thud of the sliding glass door closing behind him. He went into the kitchen, taking one last long look at the letter before he tore it to shreds and let the remains flutter into the garbage.

He didn't even have to send it off to your family. The message was clear to him-- you didn't really want to be found, and he was intent on making sure you weren't going to be.

Anything to please his princess.

Eager now to see your face, Leon hurried up the stairs and down the hallway, unlocking the door to your shared bedroom with a shaky hand. He was delighted and unsurprised to see you laid exactly where he'd left you this morning, although your eyes were open now.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart? Need anything?" He asked, trying to stay focused as his gaze kept trailing back to your cum-stained thighs.

You groaned quietly. "Water. And Tylenol."

He chuckled, prying his eyes away from your cunt to focus on the task at hand. "I can do that," He said, stopping to kiss your forehead before exiting the room in search of what you'd asked for.

He was so proud of you. You were really shaping up to be such a well-behaved little doll for him, even if it was hard at first, because you were just that perfect. That brave. That well made for him. Leon appreciated the challenges you would throw at him-- the attempted escape, the kicking and screaming, the hunger strikes, all of it. He knew love wasn't meant to be easy. It was meant to take a lot of work, and he would do it all for you a thousand times over if it meant keeping you to himself forever and ever.

When he returned to the room with two pain relievers in one hand and a tall glass of water in the other, he saw you had at least managed to sit up while he was gone, though you otherwise hadn't moved. He thought that maybe he should be fucking you past the point of being able to walk more often. It would certainly deter you from running.

Typically when he'd walk into the room with water and pills you'd curl away from him, shaking and crying, pushing him away and begging him not to make you take anything, but not today. Not this time. You were taking the medicine from him without hesitation, swallowing them with what was probably a bigger chug of water than was necessary. Was your fear of him starting to go away, too?

He sat beside you on the bed, massaging your sore thighs quietly as he gazed upon your spent body. He had a feeling he was forgiving you too quickly for what you'd done, but it was just so hard for him to stay mad at you. It tugged at his heart when you'd speak to him casually, like everything finally felt normal. It made his heart race when you'd curl up on him at night without him even asking, or forcing, you to. It made his cock twitch when you'd submit to his advances and let him fuck you however he pleased.

You groaned with relief, squirming your sore legs into his touch. He knew you didn't mean for it to be, but the sound you'd made was borderline obscene. Although, it never took much of you to get him overwhelmed with impure thoughts, especially when you were laid limp and groaning beneath his touch with hours-old cum puddling out of your cunt.

You were unaware of his gaze, eyes closed softly as you basked in the feeling of him working out the knots in your legs. It was certainly a welcome reprieve from the pain.

"Thanks," You sighed softly. "Feels nice."

"Does it?" He perked up.

You nodded. "Mhm. M'so sore."

A grin tugged at his lips, his body flooding with adoration at the sight of you, the sound of you, the feeling of your plush thighs beneath his strong hands, the way you'd thanked him for fucking you into a state of mandatory bedrest and then having the decency to ease the tension in your muscles.

He just couldn't bite back the thoughts creeping up through his lovesick brain, the thoughts of a better method to ease your tension.

"I know, princess," Leon hummed, a rosy blush creeping up his neck as his pupils began to dilate. "Just relax for me. I'll make you feel all better."

He began to slowly work his way up your thighs with every movement he made. You were so enthralled by the relief that it didn't seem you'd even noticed.

Or maybe you didn't mind...?

Encouraged by this, Leon's touch left you with just one hand, though it would soon return, two fingertips barely dipping into your folds and dragging up the length of you.

Almost immediately you tensed right back up again, eyes shooting wide open as you sat up to stare at him like you were about to cry. It confused him, he thought you were enjoying this, inviting it, even, but as much as it confused him, it made his cock throb just a little harder beneath his pants.

You shook your head. "D-Don't, please..." You said timidly. "I still just... I can't..." You elaborated-- well, barely-- shifting to close your thighs.

Leon simply held you open. "Sure you can," He said. "Didn't I tell you to relax?"

Your bottom lip quivered. "Leon..." You whispered his name as a warning, a plea, voice breaking with upset, and you hoped it would get through to him. "P-Please, I just... I just can't," You repeated, eyes glossing over as memories flooded your dizzy head.

The pain. The blood. The bathtub.

You began to kick at him a bit, trying to push him away from you.

Leon was quick to take ahold of your ankles, pinning your legs down to the bed. "Hey, none of that," He chided, realizing now might be a good time to mention what he'd thought about earlier-- you hadn't done nearly enough to gain his trust back yet, let alone his good favor. "You have a long way to go before you're forgiven, pup. It would serve you well to remember who you belong to."

"Leon!" You gasped in offense. Even through your rising panic you knew that was bullshit. Your brows furrowed in frustration and your hands curled into fists at your sides. "Let go of me!" Angrily you tried to kick and thrash your legs, but as per usual, his hold on you was virtually unmoving. You weren't able to get much farther than a pathetic squirm.

He couldn't understand for the life of him why you were acting like this, throwing a tantrum like a spoiled fucking princess. Perhaps he had been too soft on you.

"Knock it off. I'm not going to ask you again," He demanded, suddenly going stern with you as he pinned your legs to the bed with what was likely not even half of his strength.

He was staring deeply into your eyes, icy blue clouded over with annoyance. Leon knew that adjusting to life with him wasn't going to be painless, but he was starting to get rather sick of your mood swings. One minute you would be putty in his hand and the next you would be fighting him, crying, arguing, disrespecting him in every single way you could think of. He didn't want to be angry with you. He didn't want to have to punish you.

Sometimes you just made it really hard for him not to.

In an act of defiance he truly wasn't expecting, your dainty little hands began flying forward, landing a series of punches on his face and shoulders that he could only assume were hurting you more than they were hurting him. Still, that kind of behavior could not and would not be tolerated.

Leon crawled atop you, pinning your legs down with his own so he could snatch your wrists up in one hand, clutching your throat with the other. Just as he suspected, you recoiled in fear, pleading up at him with just your teary eyes, but it was far too late for that now and you both knew it. You were trying and failing to get a breath in, lashes fluttering as you writhed.

"I am sick and tired of your disrespect," He growled, hovering closely over your face so you didn't have anywhere else to look but him. "You know my name, so fucking say it."

He gave your neck a parting squeeze before letting go of his bruising hold of your windpipe to allow you to respond. You spluttered as you caught your breath, hot tears leaking down the sides of your face. "You don't even love me!" You shouted at him through labored breaths. "You treat me like garbage and I've tried but I can't take it!"

"Say it," Leon repeated, returning his hold to your throat. "Say my name, you little brat."

Your face went hot with frustration and strangled breathing. Gritting your teeth, you choked out, "I.. h-hate... you..."

Leon froze, a mixed bag of emotions flashing over his face-- at first it seemed he was hurt, and then he looked furious, but then, perhaps most chillingly, he looked as though he pitied you. His hold on your neck remained as your body began to tingle and your vision began to blur. Even so, you did your best not to give him the reaction he was inevitably hoping for. You weren't going to blurt out a strained apology, you weren't going to plead for him to stop, you weren't going to try his restraint on you anymore.

If he wanted to kill you-- or at least toe that line very closely-- why not let him? Either you'd die or you wouldn't, but whichever way fate called, you hoped he'd be teaching himself a hard lesson.

No such luck. You weren't going to die today.

He removed his fist from around your neck, hand lowering down between your legs while you were distracted catching your breath. "Poor, dumb little baby," He sneered. "You have no idea what you're even saying. Can't keep your head on straight without me holding it there for you, huh?"

What? He had to have known he was just making you angrier. You tried to close your thighs around his hand to stop him in his tracks, but the weight of him straddling you was more than enough to hold you open past the point of being able to budge. Your heart sank heavy into your stomach as you were quickly reminded just how helpless you were against his physical capabilities alone.

Oddly enough, the defeat and the utter fear that settled in the wake of that revelation wasn't scaring you into submission, it was making you rage at the mere thought of your situation, the way it made you feel like a caged animal and a hopeless pet, the way he treated you like a stupid child, the way your agency had been entirely stolen from you to the point where you weren't so much as trusted to wash your own hair. You wanted to scream until your throat was in shreds, you wanted to burn the whole house down.

Yet here you were.

Perhaps you couldn't move far enough to burn the house down, but you could at least scream. You struggled in his hold as he forced two fingers inside of you, knowing he wouldn't be phased by it but you wanted to make it a little harder for him, at least. The sounds that came from you were fucking primal. You were unleashing months worth of fury and resentment in one big supernova of an explosion, honestly unable to care if it'd anger him further. You had to blow your lid, eventually.

Seemingly uninterested in entertaining your meltdown, Leon practically ignored you as he pumped his thick fingers in and out of you, tips of his fingers dragging over that sweet spot inside, but it didn't feel how it usually did. You weren't psychologically there enough to feel it. You were just sobbing and screaming, writhing with discomfort aching in each one of your limbs as you internally begged for the universe to smite you.

"H-Hate you," You hiccupped, throat becoming scratchy already, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you..."

Leon chuckled darkly, squeezing your wrists as an acknowledgement of your words. "Just let it out, doll," He said. "Let out all those icky thoughts 'til your little brain's nice and empty for me."

It was as if the thought of you crying it out until you went stupid spurred him on. He was pounding his fingers into you now, watching with drool pooling up on his tongue at the sight of his fingers slick with your wetness and the multiple loads he'd left in you overnight. He had to fight back the urge to devour you because he knew you'd like that too much, and you were still being punished.

He let his thumb brush feather-light circles over your clit, delighting in the way your thighs jerked beneath his own at the unexpected stimulation. He was going to make you cum in the way that he wanted you to, until you were boneless and chanting his title above you like a mantra, until you realized only he knew how to really please you. You might be silly sometimes and think you didn't want him, but Leon knew the truth in his soul. You were his and you always would be, whether you accepted it or not.

"I hate you!" You shouted, eyes screwed shut as white hot tears dribbled down your face. "I hate you s-so much, it makes me want to die." You were red in the face and gasping for breath, slowly running out of energy to keep thrashing around, though you still felt it was necessary.

With an unimpressed hum, Leon pressed a kiss to your shoulder before sitting back to watch your cunt clench around him, like you were sucking his fingers up into you. "Oh, sweetheart, my dumb, needy little puppy... Such a flair for the dramatics, hmm? Crying about how bad you hate your daddy but you just can't help but fuck yourself on my fingers..."

Am I doing that? You thought to yourself, quickly realizing your squirming away from him had switched to bucking into him at some point and you felt your soul flood and your ears burn with shame. You went from screaming and crying to just... crying.

Leon clicked his tongue. "Aww, baby... You don't have to be embarrassed, just give into me. Show me how sorry you are, and maybe I'll forgive you."

You shook your head, trying to bury yourself into the pillows but couldn't even do that. You felt weak and angry and defeated and done, but worst of all, you sort of did feel sorry.

Sorry for pushing him away from you, sorry for punching and kicking at him. You were sorry for being loud, for being obnoxious, for being an idiot, for ruining what could have otherwise been a pleasant day with your spontaneous tantrum. Suddenly you were beginning to ask yourself why you even felt the need to put up such a fight with him. He took good care of you, loved you unconditionally, and for the most part, didn't pose any physical threat to you unless he felt pushed to do so.

Pushed by your disobedience, your disrespectful behavior.

The innate part of your brain that was solely concerned about survival was beginning to crack, and quickly so. Maybe it would just be better to submit, to actually submit, to 'accept you were made for him' as he'd put it and just... let him take care of you like he wanted. He was willing to feed you and bathe you and clothe you and hold you and shower you with enough sweet compliments to give you a toothache. A lot of people would kill for a partner like that. Why were you being so ungrateful, such a brat?

You could barely catch your breath through your cries as your peak approached, crashing over you in a shameful wave of release that would have felt good in any other context, but it just made you feel guilty.

You went limp in Leon's hold, giving in to everything in you that told you it wasn't worth it to fight anymore. Words wavering, you wished you could reach for him as you sobbed, "I-I'm sorry, daddy, I'm s-so sorry..."

Leon smiled softly as he watched you unravel beneath him, soaking his hand with your release as you twitched with overstimulation and continued to repeat yourself, melting into a puddle before his eyes. It was a beautiful sight.

You were forgiven.

part 5 ♡

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b1ackbunny · 6 months

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TAKE IT ALL

A Monika Shin Oneshot

paring: gf!monika shin x fem!reader

synopsis: you and monika have been dating for years. she’s been your person since the beginning, and you’ve been hers. for the past few months, you’ve barely talked to her, much less seen her although you two live together. she’s been caught up with work and you’ve been understanding. that was until she forgot about your fourth anniversary.

word count: ≈ 2.4k

warnings: ANGST!!!, like I’m talking gut wrenching, nausea, strong language, feelings are hurt, mention of knives, monika is a d1 asshole here, angst with sad ending, if my english is bad here I'm sorry

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a/n: this is so self-indulgent bc I've been feening for some angst 🧎‍♀️ also I was listening to adele and sam smith while writing this so I hope y’all enjoy 🫶🏽 my heart physically hurted writing this I’m so proud (pun intended)

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. The obnoxious ticking of the timepiece above the door constantly sounded, finding humor in your current situation. It was a little after 10 o'clock at night, and you were still waiting for your girlfriend to return.

Sure, the past few months have been a little rocky, but you've been understanding. Her schedule has been hectic with different events to attend, choreographies to work on, and classes to teach.

But this was different. You’ve tried as hard as you could to stay supportive and compassionate, though the minimal communication was eating you alive. You’ve tried so hard to give her the benefit of the doubt.

But this was different. It was your fourth anniversary and where was the woman you were supposed to be spending it with? Nowhere to be found. Except, that’s not entirely correct.

You knew where she was. You saw it on Lip J’s Instagram story a few hours ago. She had gone out with a couple of friends to a nightclub downtown, ignoring each and every one of your calls.

At this point, you were more tired than mad, but you were still very aggravated. You and Monika had only talked to each other once today, on one of the most special days in your year.

It was that morning when you passed each other in the kitchen. You asked her to come home earlier because you had something “special” planned for her. She agreed before kissing you goodbye and walking out the door.

There were no signs that she had forgotten what today was. None at all. You went the whole day giddy and excited about that afternoon. Your co-workers teased you for your excitement, but nothing they could say was able to wipe the smile off of your face.

After work, you stopped by the grocery store to pick up ingredients for the special dinner you planned to make for the two of you. Ironically, it was Monika’s favorite dish. You had to substitute some factors for the second-best thing since the store ran out, but it still tasted the same.

You rushed home to begin cooking the meal before she got back. You were even dancing around the kitchen while cooking and looking back, you feel like an idiot at your excitement. At around 6:30ish, you sent her a text asking if she was on her way and received no reply.

You shrugged it off and started setting the table, assuming that she was finishing up her last class. After thirty minutes you decided to text her again and received no reply.

That's when you started calling, but she didn't pick up. You begin feeling worried, the worst scenarios coming to mind. You called around and found out that Monika was safe and healthy, but just not picking up your phone calls.

This is when you started feeling irritated. Your girlfriend of four years was ignoring you on your anniversary and it made your blood boil. But then, (maybe it was the delusional part of you that took control) you started to think she was just pulling a prank on you.

She would burst through the door at any moment now with a gift and your favorite flowers in tow, a bright cheesy smile adorning her features. But when you saw Lip J’s story, your fantasies came to a halt.

Now, you were sitting at the decorated table alone. The food had gone cold a while ago and the slow-melting candles were lighting your emotionless face. You were hurt. How dare she? How could she?

Every year without fail, neither of you had ever forgotten this sacred day. No matter the amount of work either of you had, you made sure to make time for each other on this day.

So this just confirmed how rocky things had recently been. You were lost in your thoughts when from the corner of your eye, you saw the door open. Your gaze slowly trailed from the wall to the front door where Monika had walked in.

You felt nauseous, the hurt and heartache getting to you. “I made you dinner.” You emotionlessly stated as Monika locked the door. She turned toward your seated figure and glanced at the table before looking back at the door.

“I'm not hungry,” Monika muttered, exchanging her shoes for her slippers by the door. You scoffed and humorlessly chuckled, pouring yourself a glass of wine.

Monika directed her gaze back toward you, finally taking notice of the tense environment. With a sigh, she dropped her duffel bag on the couch, mumbled a ‘fine’, and moved toward the table.

Before sitting down, she dipped her head to kiss your cheek. But, before she was able to reach it, you moved your head out of the way. She looked at you with furrowed brows and tried again, but you repeated your motions.

Her eyes darted across your face, observing your stone-cold expression before giving up and sitting in her seat. She took a bite of her serving and instantly started criticizing, “It's cold.” “Something tastes different.”

You mindlessly hummed at her statements, taking a sip of wine and keeping your eyes trained on the picture that hung on the wall behind her. Funny enough, it was a picture of you two on your second anniversary.

The two of you took a week-long vacation to Jeju Island in honor of that special day. How things have changed. “Interesting choice of wine…” Monika mumbled and that's when you decided you had enough.

You pushed your chair out and stood up, taking both plates and moving toward the trash bin. “What the fuck is your problem?” Monika exclaimed as she followed your figure.

You couldn't help the scoff that escaped your lips, dropping the plates onto the counter above the bin. “What's my problem? I made your favorite fucking food and all you did was critic every aspect of it.

There was no ‘thank you’ or ‘I appreciate you slaving away in the fucking kitchen for me as soon as you got home from work’.” You stressed every syllable, dropping the food in the trash as your voice grew louder.

“Is that what this is about? The food?” You were quick to respond to Monika’s words, spinning towards her after you reached the sink. “It's not about the food! Don't you see? I wanted to spend time with you today!

I asked you to come home early today and what did you do? You went to a fucking nightclub with your friends.” You're voice cracked a little, and you wanted to slap yourself for getting this vulnerable.

The look on Monika’s face only got you more heated. It was obvious she found your statement unreasonable as she let out a dry laugh. “Wow, I didn't know I couldn't spend time with my friends anymore. Why are you being so fucking clingy?”

Monika’s words felt like a bullet straight to your heart and your eyes began to water. You kept your tears at bay but the glisten in your eyes revealed the truth. “Stop it. I'm not being clingy. You agreed to come home early today and you didn't.” Your voice got dangerously low as you approached the other side of the kitchen island that Monika was behind.

“Well, sue me for wanting to have a little fun. I didn't know I had to be with you every second of the day.” Monika’s voice rose as she spewed her words covered in sarcasm. “But you're not! You're not here with me every second of the day. You're not even with me for an hour a week.” You cried out.

“So what? Just because I don't see you every day means I can't have a social life? Newsflash, I have a life outside of you, y/n.” Monika matched your volume, slightly leaning over the table.

“That’s not what I’m saying. You're not even listening to me! We're a couple, Monika! When you say you're going to be home early to spend the evening with one another, you're supposed to mean it!” No matter how loud you talked, you couldn't get through to her.

“You’re being ridiculous! Since I’m dating you, I can’t have any friends?” “That’s not what I’m saying! You’re twisting my words.” “It’s like you’re dating me to control me. Is that what it is?” You were shocked by the words that your girlfriend was saying.

Is that how she truly felt or was she just saying that from the anger? More tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you slowly shook your head. “You don’t mean that.” Monika rounded the counter to step closer to you, but it was like she was a stranger.

You couldn't recognize the woman standing in front of you. “Oh, I mean it. I've been nothing but good to you and this is how you treat me? I can't have fun with my friends and I have to be with you whenever I'm not working?” You took a couple of steps back at Monika’s words.

“Stop.” You breathed out, gripping the edge of the counter. You were starting to feel nauseous again. “Stop what? Telling the truth? It was like you came into my life to ruin it. Is that what you want?

To ruin my life? Because you are. You're making a fucking hellhole out of it.” Monika yelled and her words cut like knives. The tears started to slowly glide down your face. “Don’t be a bully. You're being a bully.” Your tone was hushed and you couldn't take your eyes off of Monika’s.

It was like they had an iron grip on you. Her walls were up, and it was clear she was in defense mode. Nothing you could say or do could bring them down.

“This isn't how tonight was supposed to go. I just wanted to spend time with you today. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to wait around like an idiot for you.” Your gaze flickered between Monika’s eyes and you saw nothing had changed.

“No, you wanted to ambush me. This was an ambush.” You let out a heavy sigh at what your girlfriend had said, wiping the tears away. “No that is not what this is. Monika, please listen to me. There's been this distance between us for the past couple of months and I've been trying so hard to be understanding-”

Monika was quick to cut you off. “What happened to make you act like this? You've never been this unbearable throughout the entirety of our relationship, so what changed?”

There was a moment of silence where you just looked down at the floor. You contemplated even bringing up today to the stranger standing in front of you. Your breaths were shallow as you looked back into Monika’s unwavering gaze.

“Do you even remember what today is?” Monika rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “What? Are you going to lie and say it's your birthday? Because we both know-” This time you were the one to cut her off, your voice low and as steady as it could be given the tears you were holding back for dear life. “It's our anniversary.”

A prolonged pause occurred and the silence was deafening. You saw Monika’s eyes soften at the revelation. “Baby, I'm so sorry. With work and everything-”

“Don’t start with the bullshit excuses, Monika. I have work too, we both do. I'm not just sitting at home twiddling my thumbs waiting for you to come home.” Your voice was steady and you scoffed at the solemn look on Monika’s features.

There was a whirlwind of emotions you were feeling, the most prominent were agitation, sadness, hurt, and exhaustion. “I carved time out of my day to make today special and all I asked was for you to come home early, to which you agreed but didn't live up to your word.” Monika was silent now and her eyes seemed to grow glossy.

She moved closer to you, reaching to grab your hand but you moved away from her before she could do so. “C'mon, can we talk about this tomorrow? We're both tired-” You shook your head, instantly shutting down Monika’s idea.

“No, we’re going to talk about this now. Do you even realize the shit you said to me? How hurt my feelings are?” Your eyes squinted in disbelief as all Monika could do in response was swallow and spew fake apologies. You shook your head and looked at Monika. Like, really looked at her.

You still couldn't recognize the person she had become. You regained your composure and took a deep breath. It was your turn to stop being vulnerable and start building your walls back up.

“I think we should take a break.” Monika looked completely bewildered at your words. “What do you mean? No, we're not doing that. Absolutely not.” Monika grabbed your hands before you could move them away, holding them to her mouth and kissing them as she spoke.

Your eyes began to gloss over again and you shook your head, slowly pulling your hands from Monika’s grasp. “We have to. It might be that we've been together for too long, but what you said today… I know you meant it. At least a little bit.” Tears started to roll down both of your faces and Monika quickly shook her head, spewing ‘no’s’ and apologies.

Although the two of you were standing face to face, you couldn't be farther apart. You wiped her tears and stared at her before moving toward the shared bedroom. You felt horrible inside, the sick feeling that never left was more prominent. You grabbed your wallet and keys before moving back toward the main section of the apartment.

Monika was still begging you to stay, saying how she would change and how she was sorry but you couldn't stay. After tonight, there was a cement wedge pushed between you two that would take a lot of work to get rid of.

You still loved her, that was a given, but you needed some time to heal before mending your relationship. You unlocked the door and looked back at the girl.

She was still crying and you almost listened to your heart that told you to stay, but your mind was too loud. You caressed her cheek and wiped the tears that spilled, leaving her with a teary smile before leaving the apartment.

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bit-dodgy-innit · 2 years

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Close Encounters of the Maternal Kind

Summary: In which your mom almost finds you with Steven’s head up your shirt.

This is set within my other fic THE SHAPE OF YOU which is helpful to read first but not necessary!

Pairing: Steven x afab!reader here, though Reader is married to the system so background Marc x afab!reader and Jake x afab!reader

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2.4k (which for me is a drabble)

TW/CW: Lactation kink (shocker, I know), fluff, dirty talk, teasing, and a touch of softdom!reader, maybe a little exhibitionism too because our lovely couple almost gets caught?

A/N: AGAIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE AND ATTENTION EVERYONE HAS SHOWN SHAPE OF YOU!! So glad I’m not the only fan of Steven being a fan of your boobs out there!! Hope y’all enjoy, and if everyone keeps up the love, I’ll keep writing for this boy and this kink!

“Oh wow, well done Nyla!” Steven cheered from his seat next to you as he watched with sheer pride and delight as she breastfed from you.

Getting your newborn daughter to latch had been an ongoing struggle, one that had threatened to completely spin you out in your sleep-deprived, postpartum state. Yet ever since the entrance of Pippa, your obstetrician-recommended lactation specialist, breastfeeding had gone much more smoothly.

“For the love of God, Steven, don’t film this,” you chided in a loving but exasperated tone when your husband whipped out his phone.

“Why not? These are precious memories,” he contended, “not to mention a major moment in Nyla’s development.”

You grinned and allowed him to keep recording, sometimes your Steven was just too earnest for his own good.

“She is doing rather spectacularly” you admitted, sending an absolutely besotted gaze to your little daughter. “Just don’t show anyone this.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Steven averred, “I promise. Well, other than Marc and Jake, of course.”

“Of course,” you repeated softly.

You lapsed into silence, both of you rapt watching your baby girl. These were the moments you loved the most, just the three of you, enjoying something quiet and simple, qualities you’d learned not to take for granted since Nyla’s arrival. It felt as if her cries echoed nonstop in your head, and your stomach still clenched in apprehension every time you held Nyla to your bosom to feed, afraid that all the progress you’d made with Pippa would be lost.

But nothing was better than this, you decided: your little family safe, healthy, and happy. Nyla pulled off of you when she was done, and you readjusted your shirt so you could put her on your shoulder to burp her.

“I can do that,” Steven offered.

“It’s alright honey, I want to,” you told him. “Feel like I need to be close with her for a little while longer, Pippa said it’s good for us.”

He relented, instead using the time to tidy up the place. Thanks to your parents being in town it no longer looked like a bomb site. You paced around the flat while you coaxed a burp from Nyla.

“Did your parents say when they’d be over?” Steven asked.

“No. They said they wanted to check out the gallery at Dulwich but that’s–-oh good girl!”

Nyla had awarded you with a burp, which meant you could put her down to nap. Steven bided his time with the new information as you got your daughter settled. The gallery would take a solid while, plus if they walked around the park and stopped for lunch, Steven should have at least another hour alone with you.

He smiled when you tiptoed out of Nyla’s nursery, pantomiming victory after she fell asleep. Steven couldn’t help but laugh at your little charade.

Steven drew you into his arms. “We’re starting to get the parenting thing down, I think.”

“Too early to say,” you hedged, “but her eating and going down that easily was a definite win.”

Steven kissed you, unhurried and indulgent. You hadn’t kissed each other like this in forever.

“Hi,” he whispered, his lips lingering millimeters from you.

“Hi,” you bit your lip, a stupidly wide grin on your lips.

That was all you needed to to recapture one another’s lips. It was as if you were just seeing each other as people rather than exhausted, harried partners trying to keep a tiny, helpless being alive. Steven’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, yet he flinched away reflexively when the wet spot on your shirt pressed against his.

“Oh shit,” you apologized immediately, “sorry.”

Steven wasn’t offended in the slightest, instead he gave you a heavy-lidded, suggestive look. “Care for some help with that?”

Recently, accidentally, you and Steven had discovered you shared a bit of a lactation kink before Pippa had helped you get Nyla latch. Your husband had always been your tits’ number one fan, so when Nyla was born and struggled to breastfeed, Steven happily volunteered to relieve you when your breasts became too engorged.

Turns out you’d both gotten off on it, which led to a husband who was even more keen when it came to getting his mouth on your boobs.

“We can’t,” you rebuffed.

“Why not?”

You rolled your eyes, men and their libidos. “My parents will be back any minute! God, saying that makes me feel like we’re teenagers sneaking around before curfew.”

Steven wasn’t giving up that easily. He crowded closer to you again. “Please babe? Just a little taste?”

To help convince you, he dotted kisses on that spot just behind your ear. That fucker, he was playing dirty…though, your breasts were a little achy to be honest…

“A taste, that’s it,” you surrendered. You pushed him away to look Steven in the eye. “Seriously Steven, we’re staying clothed and nothing below the belt.”

He nodded, graciously accepting the terms you set forth as you sat down on the couch and reached under your shirt to unclasp a cup on your nursing bra. Steven followed you, rucking up your shirt.

“You should wear these all the time,” he declared before wrapping his lips around your bare nipple.

“What, my gross nursing bras?”

“Mmmhmm,” Steven only disconnected his mouth for a second to clarify, “Easy access.”

You chuckled incredulously. As scandalized as you’d seemed to Steven, it did feel heavenly to have him suckling at you. You sank further into the couch, luxuriating in the wet suction of his mouth on the mound Nyla hadn’t eaten from.

Obviously there was nothing sexual about feeding your daughter, though it was deeply vulnerable and wholesomely intimate. Sharing this with Steven was managed to be both those emotions in a different way and arousing.

You never imagined you’d get off on this, let alone enjoy it. Yet, it was how much Steven relished the act himself that did it for you, that never failed to get your pussy, in addition to your tits, wet. They weren’t kidding when they said becoming a parent changes you.

You carded your fingers through your husband’s curls while he licked and sucked at your peak. Once short, his hair was growing out more since he, nor Marc or Jake, hadn’t been to the barber since your daughter’s birth. You liked it, the longer hair gave you more to grab onto when you and your husbands were able to find the time, let along muster the energy, to fuck.

“So good,” Steven murmured against the thin, sensitive skin of your teat. “Need more.”

You two were already pushing it as it was. “Honey…”

“Please,” You watched him grind himself against the cushions. “You’re just so tasty.”

You tilted Steven’s chin up to connect your lips. He eagerly granted you entrance when your tongue invaded his mouth to taste the two of you for yourself.

“We make quite the combination, don’t we?”

“C’mon babe, you know the power these titties have over me,” Steven pleaded.

You did know. And if you had more time, you’d make him beg for them properly. Steven was the only alter that you felt comfortable with and sexy about bossing around a bit.

You tucked your tit back into your bra but before you exposed the other one, you provoked him, “Tell me how much.”

A little whine escaped from Steven’s mouth. “Want ‘em so badly, darling. Always so big and perky…gods, nothing gets my cock harder than these tits, could suck at ‘em all day—“

You interrupted him, freeing your other breast and pushing his head back to your chest. Steven went without protest, resealing his lips around your nipple and resuming his avid suckling.

Oh, it felt so good for your boobs to be both pleasured and drained. You were on the verge of caving in and telling Steven to get his sure-to-be throbbing dick out when you heard a key in the front door’s lock.

“Oh my God!” You pushed Steven’s head away just as swiftly as you’d pulled it to you moments before, internally cursing that you’d given your parents a key.

It was supposed to be so they could let themselves in without disturbing Nyla, but perhaps the access was hurting more than helping now. You dove away from Steven on the couch and fumbled for the remote.

The two of you could hear the doorknob turning…

“What are you doing?” Steven demanded in a whisper.

“Putting on the telly because why else would you be sitting on the couch with a pillow on your lap other than to hide a boner?” you fired back lowly.

The door opened, footsteps approached…

“Your shirt!” Steven frantically reminded you.

You hastily stuffed your still leaking breast back into your already stained top, assuming what you hoped was a somewhat normal pose on the couch as your mother entered, a few bags from the grocery store as well as one from the Dulwich gift shop in tow.

“Is she napping?” she whispered, referring to Nyla. Both you and your husband nodded. “Then why is the TV on?”

“Because Steven just wanted to check the cricket score,” you covered while Steven muted the volume.

All three of you looked at the screen. A home improvement show that was decidedly not cricket played.

“It’s on a different channel than usual,” Steven explained while he desperately searched the digital guide for Sky Sports.

Honestly, now would have been the perfect time for Nyla to start fussing and divert everyone’s attention away from your disheveled state. Damn your effective sleep training.

A subject change was in order, you decided. “How was the gallery?”

“Lovely,” your mother answered. “Dad was tired, still dealing with the jetlag, so I went to the store and picked up a few things.”

“Thanks mom,” you responded, your tone full of genuine gratitude. Keeping Nyla fed was overwhelming enough, never mind feeding you and Steven on top of it.

“So kind of you,” Steven added along with his thanks.

You both volunteered to help her put away the groceries, one, because she’d gone through the trouble of getting and paying for them, and two, you and Steven had a system.

While you unpacked, the two of you peppered her with a constant stream of questions about her morning at the park and gallery, which seemed to effectively take her mind off of anything she might’ve glimpsed earlier.

***

You thought you’d gotten away with masking your little escapade until later that night. Your mom sent Steven and your dad to pick up the takeaway and was rocking Nyla when she asked you, “Is everything alright, sweet pea?”

“Yeah. Great. You and Dad have been such big helps. Can’t imagine what we would've done without you.”

“Of course! We wouldn’t miss spending this precious time with our sweet Nyla-girl,” she said, gazing down at her granddaughter with eyes full of adoration. “Are you and Steven alright though? You seemed off before.”

Fuck, nothing got past your mom. Not when you were growing up, not now. You tried to think fast. “Oh that…we’re fine. Honestly, I think we’re so sleep-deprived we forgot that we gave you a key. We were a little startled, that's all.”

Your mother listened, giving no indication or not if she was convinced. Her silence prompted you to babble and overcompensate, a rookie move on your part. “Maybe...you know, in the future, you shoot us a text when you’re headed over so neither of us zombies spook and wake the baby.”

“Alright then,” she agreed. You were about to breathe a sigh of relief when she continued, “That’s good for you two, I’m happy you’re getting back to more ‘marital’ activities.”

Well it looked like Steven, Marc and Jake were going to have to raise Nyla on their own, because you died. Of course your mom knew what you’d been up to. “Mom!”

“Oh sweet pea, don’t be embarrassed!!” she tried to comfort you. She must have assumed you two were merely fooling around. You surmised from her nonchalance that she hadn’t seen exactly what you were doing, because wouldn’t she be more scandalized? “It’s a good thing!”

“A good thing that we pretend never happened?” You countered. “Mom, I beg you. It’s one thing between us, but you know Steven–none of the guys–had a good family life. He’ll actually die of embarrassment.”

“I’d never,” your mom replied, miffed you thought she’d mention it to your husband at all. “That's why I sent the men away so we could talk.”

Today had been such a rollercoaster of emotions that all you could manage was a “thanks” in return. And truly, what more was there to add?

***

After dinner, you and Steven showed your parents to the door. Good-nights were exchanged and when the door shut, it was Marc that greeted you. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you pecked him on the lips. “Missed you.”

“You too,” he murmured. “Good day?”

“As if you weren’t co-conscious for my and Steven’s sex debacle.”

Marc laughed softly. “I was trying to be a gentleman about it.”

“Well, I appreciate that, but can I talk to Steven for one more minute,” you requested. You circled your arms around his shoulders, “Then it’s just you, me, the RAF file, plus the bottle of wine my parents couldn’t finish.”

It never failed to astound you, watching one alter’s face subtly, but so distinctly, shift into another’s as they traded possession of the body.

“You’re cross with me, aren’t you?” Steven speculated without hesitation.

“I’m not cross,” you assuaged him, “But I think we can only have ‘parental time’ once Mom and Dad are undoubtedly home for the evening from now on.”

He conceded. “That’s fair. Besides, I know your dad knows we’re married and how babies are made and everything, but I still feel like he’d kill me if he ever caught us in the middle of shagging.”

You giggled, he wasn’t wrong necessarily.

“I’m sure he's telling you, but Marc has to prep for a meeting tomorrow and–”

“Yeah, alright,” Steven cut you off. Marc needed the body. Before he gave over control, Steven asked one more time, “You’re sure you’re alright? That you’re not angry?”

While you weren’t sure you’d live it down with your mom, you had been just as horny as Steven was. Besides, there were more important things to focus on.

“No honey,” you assured him. “I mean we’re only a little over a month into this, I’m going to need you to help a lot more with these.”

Steven took one last good look at your tits, sent you a cheeky wink, then Marc took back over.

Neither man had stopped holding you. Marc’s grasp tightened slightly and he asked, “Now what was that about a bottle of wine?”

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A/N: Soooooooo, what’d we think? I definitely have another lactation!kink fic idea centered around Jake in mind, and then maybe some good ol’ angst and communication between you and Marc about why he’s hesitant to front with the baby. Interested? Let me know!

Also more to come in my other AU with Marc and Sigyn, but after the overwhelmingly lovely response to Shape of You I had to get this out first! Thanks for reading!

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what about neteyam bringing home someone (romantic) and fali and y/n just teasing the shit out of them in front of the family😭😭

summary: [y/n] knows neteyam’s big secret.

a/n: okay i’m actually crying this is so short but so sweet. like not only does it embody fali and [y/n]’s dynamic , but it’s a strong example of how much [y/n] loves her baby siblings. she would do anything for them , despite how much she teases them. i hope you all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing !! reblogs + feedback are always appreciated !!

tags: @rafeslovergirl @wxnderingthoughts @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @hjkshshjkhklhkl @itssiaaax @grierpilots @fleurbeass @23victoria @nyotamalfoy

warnings: literally nothing, sm fluff, the cutest thing i have possibly ever written, healthy sibling relationships

words: 895 ( sorry y’all , it’s much shorter than i meant , but i didn’t wanna ruin it by adding too much !! )

baby brother’s got a girl

not once in her life could [y/n] have imagined any of her baby brothers bagging a girl.

sure, they had their father’s genes, but they also had their father’s stupidity, a trait that was communicated through their inability to woo any girl their age. trust me when i say that [y/n] has witnessed a multitude of failed attempts, especially back when they still lived in high camp.

as long as she knew her brothers, which was for about fourteen to sixteen years—roughly—she also knew they were a hot commodity based on their mere titles as the sons of the toruk makto. that always crashed and burned as soon as they talked due to the unfortunate fact that boys were just too awkward to flirt back.

that’s why [y/n] was absolutely floored when she found out lo'ak's attempts with tsireya were actually successful.

hey, she supposed. anything can happen in awa’atlu, right? i mean, i found love, which was thought impossible just a year ago.

but, there was a difference between impossible and just out of this goddamn world. it was just a few days ago that [y/n] realized, not only did lo’ak have a girl of his own, but neteyam did.

neteyam, of course, had no idea that [y/n] knew. he was trying to keep it a secret. only until they were, well, official past the mutual flirting stage. he also thought that he was being sly… he was not!

it was one night when, after neytiri and jake left to go meet up with some of the clan’s adults for some social thing ( the metkayina loved to party ), neteyam quietly tip-toed past where [y/n] laid stretched out on the ground, admiring the ceiling in complete and utter boredom.

“where are you going, bro?” [y/n] sat up with a grin.

he froze immediately, eyes closing in frustration. “uh, just… out.” neteyam slowly turned towards her with an innocent smile.

“out?” she questioned, eyes widening in amusement. when he only nodded, she pushed herself up off the ground, standing on her two feet. “so, this has nothing to do with ipey?”

“shit,” he cursed, head dropping in defeat.

“ahah!” [y/n] declared, pointing at him. at the sound of the rest of their siblings shifting in their sleep, she immediately quieted down. “ahah,” she repeated in a whisper.

“[y/n],” he bagged quietly, walking towards her and grabbing her shoulders. “please do not tell anyone. please!” neteyam pulled her in, nose to nose, and [y/n] had to keep herself from breaking into laughter. “i do not need mom and dad up my ass about this right now.”

[y/n] bit her bottom lip in amusement. “aw, poor baby boy and his private life.” neteyam only gave her an unamused look. “okay, okay!” [y/n] stepped backwards, hands raised in mock defense. “your secret’s safe with me.”

“thank you,” neteyam breathed out, relief flooding his voice.

“but!” he looked back up, eyes flaring in concern. “only if you don’t mind fali and me just… taking a casual stroll on the beach, maybe keeping an eye out for disobedient teenagers.”

“are you kidding?”

[y/n] only smiled. “not in the slightest!” at that, fali stepped out from the doorway where he’d been standing for the past few minutes to listen to the discussion.

“don’t worry, bud, we’re just gonna be out there to keep our favorite sully boy from doing anything gross.” fali grinned deviously.

at the same time that neteyam protested, “you are disgusting,” lo’ak’s voice called from where he slept. “hey!”

neteyam’s jaw-dropped at that. “now lo’ak knows?”

[y/n] only laughed. “oh, please, he already knew.”

“yeah!” he yelled from the back of the marui. “i’m the one who told [y/n] and fali in the first place.”

“he also told the rest of us,” kiri mumbled with a tired huff. tuk hummed in agreement.

neteyam dropped his head in defeat. “i hate all of you. like, every single one of you. so, so much.”

“aw, you don’t mean that, little brother!” [y/n] cried teasingly as he spun around and stomped out the door. “you love us!”

“stay safe, make good choices!” fali echoed, the couple laughing as he only shook his head, shoulders tense and full of annoyance.

they only watched from the dock as he made his way across the beach, disappearing once he turned the corner. [y/n] smiled from where she leaned against fali, his arm wrapped around her in comfort.

“you think he’s gonna be okay?” fali wondered quietly.

[y/n] only chuckled. “i hope so. i cannot handle a heart-broken neteyam. that would be, like, the worst thing in the entire world.”

“is it because you love your brother so much?” fali teased.

“uh, no,” she replied dryly. “it’s because i don’t want to deal with tears and snot.”

fali dropped her head back, letting out a loud stream of laughter at that. the vibrations of his chest sent a smile across [y/n]’s face, her body melting into his embrace even more.

“oh, please,” he whispered once he calmed down. “you would drop anything to make sure he’s okay.”

“i hate when you’re right.”

with that, he pressed a kiss on top of her head. “and yet, here we are.”

she nodded slowly, closing her eyes and leaning her head against him. “here we are.”

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sugarybitterness · 2 years

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the first meeting - wandanat x daughter!r

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word count; 2,024

a/n; annnnd here we go!! the first part of scarletwidow’s life lessons 💗 i hope it meets y’all expectations ahdkdnd feel free to hop into in my inbox to talk about this fic because i love mama!wandanat with my whole heart and i already have a brief timeline for the next few fics in this au~ feedback is always appreciated <3!!

you pull your younger sister as close to you as you can, shushing her whenever you deem her to be too noisy. wary of the various adults in the airplane you are currently seated in, you do your best to calm your hammering heart. ellie needs you, you have to be strong.

natasha steals a glance at the kids once again and sighs softly, fingers pinching her nose bridge as the boys bicker over what to do with them.

“we need to run some tests, there’s no knowing what hydra could’ve done to them!”

“they’re children tony, they don’t need to be poked and prodded! i say we hand them over to the authorities, they’ll know what to do.”

“steve, your idea is even worse than tony’s.” natasha cuts in sharply, quirking up an eyebrow when the two men swivel to face her.

“so what do you suggest we do? we can’t take them in!” steve argues, arms crossing in front of him. “let’s say neither of them have powers, then what? the avengers compound isn’t exactly the safest place for two young kids- whose ages we don’t even know yet!”

“even if they don’t have any powers, they have obviously been through enough trauma while in hydra. we are not sending them away.” natasha states firmly, eyes narrowing at the two men as if daring them to rebuke her. with a curt nod at their silence, the redhead turns to go to check on the girls.

schooling her expression to what she hoped was a softer look, she makes her way over to where you and your sister are huddled together.

natasha stops several feet away from you two when she sees you tensing up. briefly she wonders if both of you heard the earlier shouting match.

“hi, my name’s natasha.” the redhead pauses to see if you both could understand english- there was nothing on the two of you at the base and jarvis was still running a search. “could you tell me your names please?”

a beat of silence.

“why do you need our names? you can just leave us somewhere, it’s okay.” you aren’t sure if you want to go back with them, what if they hurt you too?

the fear you were feeling in that moment must’ve reflected on your face as the redhead was quick to assure you, “well, we decided that it’ll be a lot of safer for you to come with us. i promise you that no one’s going to hurt you, okay?”

“no poke?” ellie asks, her big doe eyes staring up at natasha, who felt her heart melt slightly.

“only to keep you healthy.”

you weigh the options in your mind. you aren’t a stranger to who these people are, they’re the avengers, the superheroes.

“no one’s going to come for you, not even the avengers. you’re not worth their time.”

why are they helping you now? they weren’t here for all those other years, the ones where you had to watch them try and hurt ellie, the ones where they hurt you.

but they would be safe. the avengers were untouchable.

“once you are old enough for the tests, you might be able to help us finally take down the avengers.”

maybe it was safer to take the chance. you look down at ellie, whose gaze been on you this whole time. you have to keep her safe, that is more important than anything else.

“i’m y/n. and this is ellie.”

you insist on carrying ellie off the jet. natasha walks behind you with a hand on your back as she guides you to the lift.

“we’ll have to get you two checked out by our doctor just to make sure you’re both healthy. i’ll be there with you the whole time okay?” natasha can sense your apprehension from the way your body tenses and the way your stride slows. stepping forward she lowers herself in front of you.

“malysh, remember what i told you on the jet?” natasha questions to which you nod hesitantly in response.

“i said i wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, right?” another nod.

“and we only want to make you feel better? healthy?” you nod again, this time feeling ellie nod alongside you in a bid to copy your movements. natasha chuckles at that, a hand reaching out to tickle ellie’s tummy, making the younger girl giggle.

“like i said, i will be there the whole time. i wont let anyone hurt you, okay?” ellie nods enthusiastically before looking up at you, furrowing when you hadn’t done the same. you bite your lip worriedly but bob your head in agreement nonetheless. natasha has appeared to be truthful thus far and it seems like ellie liked the redhead as well. though you weren’t sure how much you could trust a four year old’s judgement. natasha smiles at the both of you once more before standing up and continuing to the lift ahead.

the doors slide open and a brunette steps out, her gaze landing straight onto natasha. she all but runs over, causing you to quickly take a few steps back while natasha welcomes the taller woman’s tight embrace.

the two converse in hushed whispers, sharing a sweet kiss before the attention goes back to the both of you. natasha had texted wanda earlier explaining the situation and while she was a little worried due to her inexperience with children, she promised natasha that she’d provide any help needed. all the redhead asked for so far was to join the trio in heading to medbay, hoping that a slightly more calming presence could help you two feel more at ease.

you eye the stranger warily but it seems that your sister has no such reservations.

“hello!” the younger girl greets, sending her a toothy grin. you see a brief look of hesitation flit pass the stranger’s face but it was quickly turned to an easy smile.

“hello, my name’s wanda. and you must be..?

“i’m ellie! sissy says i’m four!” ellie babbles out happily and you sigh internally.

“she turned four earlier this month, i’m y/n and i’ll be turning twelve later this year.” you supply, ignoring the way natasha eyes you suspiciously. deciding not to press the issue, the redhead simply hums in acknowledgment before gesturing for you to come closer. placing her hand on your back once again, the four of you make your way down to the medical.

the telltale smell of the chlorine causes you to flinch instinctively, your grip on ellie tightening.

“you’re safe malysh. i’m right here.” natasha reminds you softly, wanda moving from her position next to the widow to stand on your other side. slowly, the four of you walked to an examination room where dr cho was waiting.

you ask if ellie could be looked at first and natasha helps you set her on the examination table. you stay right next to ellie, gripping onto her hand securely. dr cho doesn’t bat an eye, instead opting to engage both of you while checking over ellie.

“she’s a little underweight and has a few bruises, nothing major to worry about. we might have to do some vaccinations but she’s otherwise good to go. do you need me to run any blood tests?” dr cho looks over to natasha who nods.

when dr cho turns to ellie with a needle in hand you’re quick to place yourself as a barrier, shaking your head quickly. “you said you wouldn’t hurt us.”

“dr cho just needs to take some of ellie’s blood to make sure she’s healthy. it’ll be a small pinch but it won’t hurt her i promise.” meeting your mistrustful gaze, natasha feels her heart break a little. you were just a child. before natasha can try to convince you further, wanda steps in.

“how about dr cho takes some of my blood? so you’ll see that there’s nothing to worry about. if you’d like we can draw some of your blood before we take ellie’s so you’ll be extra sure it’s safe. sound good?” wanda rolls up her sleeve and walks over. making sure that you have a clear view, dr cho talks you through the steps as she does them and soon she’s taping a bandaid onto wanda’s forearm.

deciding that it seems safe enough, you give dr cho your arm first. like natasha said, it was just a pinch and it was over quickly. only after that do you move aside to let dr cho do the same for ellie. natasha presses a kiss to wanda’s cheek in thanks when she returns to her side near the doorway.

“okay now it’s your turn. can you hop up on the examination table please?” dr cho looks at you with an encouraging smile. natasha comes over then to help you up and as she does, you whisper a small request. sitting you on the table next to your sister, natasha looks at you with an eyebrow raised and you nod in confirmation. ellie allows natasha to carry her but starts to whine when the redhead brings her away from the table, not wanting to leave your side.

“it’s okay. i’ll be here, listen to ms natasha okay?” you call out as you follow dr cho’s instructions to lie down. when she starts to move your shirt to get a better look, you let your eyes slip close, not wanting to be reminded of the things that happened.

wanda has to hold in her gasp when she sees the state of your body. the tshirt you had on was tattered and baggy, obscuring your frame. while ellie was definitely skinny for a four year old, you seemed to have it worse. natasha clenches her jaw in anger as she eyes the bruises and scars littered on your small body. she understands now why you had asked her to make sure ellie doesn’t watch and natasha makes sure to keep her hand on the back of the toddler’s head steady.

it was no doubt to all three adults that you took the brunt of whatever hydra did. they didn’t even want to think about what other things they might’ve done to you.

dr cho delivers her assessment quickly, prescribing some ointments that would help with the bruisings and any other cuts.

later on when wanda brings the two children outside, that’s when dr cho tells natasha to keep an eye out on you, that some wounds were still healing and at risk of infections. they set up dates for both of you to get a few shots and soon you’re all moving up to natasha and wanda’s shared floor.

there’s a few boxes in the living room with a small note. wanda ushers the both of you to the kitchen while natasha takes a closer look. her lips curls into a rare smile as she reads it. pulling out a knife from her combat suit, she quickly opens up the boxes to see the various clothing, child friendly utensils, books and toys ordered by tony. the note says that they can arrange the living quarters once they had time to discuss it. natasha reminds herself that this will only be temporary and makes a mental note to give a call to clint who was back at the farm. she isn’t sure if the archer would be able to take on two kids but maybe he would have an idea of someone who would be equipped to take care of the kids.

would she be? natasha wonders briefly. but she quickly pushes the thought away. it doesn’t matter now. now she needs to make sure you two have dinner, a nice bath and that you two can finally get some rest.

but when she steps into the kitchen, she sees wanda talk to the both of you as she prepares the pasta. even if ellie is the only one engaging at the moment, while you keep a sharp eye on the food being prepared, she can’t help but imagine what it’d be like if you two stayed here permanently.

her own little family.

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