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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 6 months

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so, we’ve seen Sebastian and Claude in pre-heat preparation and we’ve seen Sebastian when he’s in heat, but not Claude, soooo can I pretty please ask for a scenario or headcannons about what Claude in heat is like? With tying in his spider behavior and all?

Oh so I have a few of these! I combined these three since these seemed compatible to mix!

(Also Ty Anons I’m so glad you enjoyed em!

So far starters I don’t think he’d just come up to us like Sebastian, he’s the type to just lock himself in his room and try to jerk off until he’s satisfied. (Which doesn’t end the way he wants since his body is craving you know…a mate. He can ‘finish’ on his own just fine but it’s not as good) he leaves a majority of the work to the other servants and will avoid rooms your in unless, you’re alone.

(I got carried away!! Made it a lil weird while I took a break from kinktober! I hope it’s good!)

Claude (heat cycles, afab reader, demon forms, (demon form Claude has a weird flexible tentacle d!ck), Claude’s big flexible tongue, oviposposit!on, )

You were surprised to have Hannah greet you at the door to your bedroom. You expected it to be Claude, but she quickly informed you that Claude was ‘feeling under the weather’ which…only happens once a year for an entire week. You went on with your day, you were aware of what he goes through (thanks to the Triplets accidentally telling you while venting) and expected him to come to you if he needed ‘extra help’.

You’d slept with him before, there’s no reason for him to be shy when you’ve ridden his face and sucked his dick before, though it’s been three heats since you’ve first contracted him, you figure he knows what he’s doing. With Hannah you ended up ending the day early and you just went to your room, maybe you’ll sleep early tonight.

You heard the door click open without a knock, before you can say anything you distinctly feel eyes on you. Your desk faces away from the door so you don’t know whose watching you so…intently, you stand up ready to turn and confront them, but your instantly pushed against your desk.

You freeze and try to turn but the person doesn’t let you, arms wrap around your waist and your lifted up like you weigh nothing. You cant see the person but as soon as you feel them carrying you to the door, you kick, trying to get them to let go. “Drop me!” You yelled, hoping it was one of the triplets messing with you.

Whoever it is ignores you and you breathe to scream but a hand covers your mouth. “Please, Master, quiet. I’m t-taking you to my room.” It was Claude, his voice sounded strained and he wasn’t letting you turn to see him. “Sorry to grab you like this, just n-need you.”

You were unceremoniously thrown onto a bed and it took you a second to realize you weee in Claude’s room and on his bed…but there were webs all over the floor and walls, it took you a second to realize the silky sheets you were on weren’t in fact blankets, but finely woven webs. You recoiled at the sight and tried to move backwards to get off the bed but Claude sits behind you and blocks your path.

“Claude this is gross, I don’t want to be surrounded by webs while we-“ You didn’t get to finish before he’s pressed against you with a kiss and his tongue shoved itself down your throat. You jerk under him and writhe away enough to breathe before he’s between your legs. Now that you can see him you can see just how disheveled he looks.

His hair is a mess, his tie is loose and he barely has his clothes on right, you cant help but notice he forgot to even put on an undershirt. He’s removing your pants without even asking so you give him a harsh slap, he doesn’t even flinch. “Claude! What the hell? Don’t you know to ask first! You cant just take me from my room and expect sex!”

Claude seemed taken aback by that, though he seemed to realize what he just did as he bows his head. “I-I’m sorry Master. I-I just need you now, I didn’t t-think you’d care-“ He whines out stopping to adjust the visible arousal he’s trying to hide. “It’s too much to handle on my own, even if you just let me use your hand please-“

He whimpers out more things you don’t catch before you sit up and glance around. His room…looks very different even without the webs, his normally neat room is a mess and there’s broken furniture and you cant help but wonder if he broke it in frustration while trying to avoid getting you.

You show him mercy and undress for him, he follows suit instantly and you can see just how bad his heat is getting him. His cock is dripping pre onto the silk as soon as it’s free. “Lay down.” You order, moving aside so he could. You turned away from him and seated yourself onto his face, leaning down so you could grab his cock.

He whines against you and you feel his tongue drag against your entrance before slipping inside of you. He purred feeling your walls constrict around his tongue. The vibrations gave you a surprise jolt of pleasure. You in turn take the head of his cock into your mouth, gently sucking it to coax a more noise from him.

He visibly flinched upon you taking his arousal into your mouth. You adjust yourself to practically ride his tongue, rolling your hips and stroking the rest of his cock with quick uneven strokes. He bucks up, only for you to completely move away from his cock. “Don’t choke me on your dick.”

Claude whines and his toungue retreats as he lifts you enough of his face to talk. “I-I need to be inside you.” You take it into consideration before lowering yourself onto his face again. He whines in protest but allows his tongue to lap at your clit before slipping into you once more.

“Maybe if you help me get off I’ll help you.” You respond. Claude’s tongue drags along your insides, seemingly twisting inside you in search of your sweet spot. You didn’t need to help him, his tongue can reach everything inside of you with ease, he’s just so excited he keeps missing.

You grab his cock, teasingly ghosting over the head and rubbing the base. He bucks forwards, cock trembling in your grip as pre swells at the head. You squeeze the base, grinding down on his face, feeling him hiss in response. His cock suddenly writhes out of your grip, when you look up, you can see a shadowy haze over Claude as his body shifts.

His cock is more tentacle like in this form, twisting and nearly tying itself in a not as it searches for stimulation. You can feel his firm under you, the warmth providing you comfort, after you had him ‘satiated’ you were definitely using him as a pillow (or maybe a blanket) while you rest.

You can feel him using his extra limbs to rub your breast, massage your clit and hold your hips close to his face. He purrs when your hands return to his cock, stroking it in tube with his own movements. He trembles with every few strokes, cock twisting in your grip causing you to tighten said grip.

“Good,like that.” You praise, earning a deep purr in response, his hips bucking forwards. Your thighs nearly snap shut on him when he finally finds your sweet spot. You don’t need to tell him, your moan lets him know instantly and he’s hitting it repeatedly. To reward him you swallow down his cock and before you can suck it, it wraps around your tongue causing you to gag.

You spat it out but Claude still mewled, hips trembling as he tried to stay still. You huff as you feel your own climax reaching you. His cock weeps as your hot breath teased it. You don’t touch him as causes you a blissful orgasm, you’re legs going limp as you collapse ontop of him.

You’re panting, face centimeters away from his raging erection, panting directly onto it.

You do intend to help him with it but you need to catch your breath. You watched in amusement as it seemingly stiffened more with each breath until it was so swollen it couldn’t do anything but twitch. It brushed against your cheek, then Claude practically screamed, completely muffled by your sex.

He cums against your cheek, just short of your mouth as he trembles, body going completely stiff. You get off him, adjusting yo place your weight in his lap, getting his attention. Four pairs of eyes watch you grab his cock, taking it to your entrance and lowering yourself on his still orgasming cock.

He whines, his shaft sensitive as you used his knees to brace yourself before riding him with no care. Claude mewled happily, bucking up a few times before he’s limp under you, cock spilling the last of his mess into you. “T-th-ank you M-My Queen.”

“I’m not fucking done yet, I love it when your dick is like this!” You slam down with each thrust, squeezing his still hard shaft while he recovered. His heat kept him excited, allowing you to use his stiff cock like a dildo while he trembled and recovered from days of aching finally being taken care of.

He was thrilled you let him finish inside of you, he’d let you ride him till he’s unconscious if it meant he could finish inside of you. His swollen shaft ached with every stroke, feeling like it’s going to burst while stimulate him.

You pause open feeling what seemed like his cock expanding inside of you.

You jump off him quickly, startled, when you look down you see your suspicions confirmed. Claude desperately whimpered, cock bobbing as you undoubtedly ruined his second orgasm…

A small, circular swollen spot moved from the base of his cock to the tip, it seeming was stuck, as Claude quickly stroked himself, noticeably squeezing himself from base to tip to force his cum to push whatever it was out.

The entire time he’s sobbing and whining, if you didn’t know any better you’d think you broke something down there…

You finally get to see the object nearly a minute later, it finally emerges fro his swollen cock, popping out with a ‘squelch’ that made you cringe. The way it forced his cock open looked painful, though he continued stroking himself feverishly, bucking into his own hand.

You pick up the object an realize, it’s an egg.

You look up and see another small bump working it’s way up his still hard cock. You examine the egg in your hand, it’s maybe the size of a golf ball, a little pressure made it give, your certain you could crush it easily. You hold it in your hand, watching Claude continue to try to milk the rest of his clutch out, without the cum aiding his shaft, it was difficult, and you noticed, there were a few at the base of his cock.

You decide to experimentally help him, pulling the lotion (or lube you couldn’t really see) from the night stand, pouring it on the engourged head of his cock. You practically squeeze it into his shaft and your hand is suddenly stroking him, his own hands pushed out of the way.

“D-don’t stroke d-down!” He squeaked out, legs shaking as they were pressed together. “I-it hurts, just, stroke up, squeeze, like I-I-it’s..” He paused thinking of an example. “T-tooth paste? T-they are d-durable b-but there’s no room t-to push them d-down.”

“Even in your heat you wish to lecture me?” Nonetheless you do as advices and he melts. He’s purring, cock spitting out three more eggs, you are about to stop but he bucks up. “Wait, there’s more?”

Claude nods. “I c-cant tell how many, I-there was no p-pressure t-they are supposed t-to come f-faster…” You let the eggs pool on his stomach, the white eggs standing out against the black fur.

He’s whimpering and just shy of thrashing you off of him as another couple of eggs started working their way up his aching cock. They come out quite quickly as his cock has recovered enough to build up pre again.

You are left with eight eggs, you notice his cock still hasn’t softened but you put the eggs aside first. “Still got a few left in you?” You tease, getting ontop of him again. He nods, too tired to respond. “Tell me when you are close or I’m forcing every one of these eggs back into your cock.”

He shudders at the thought, cock jumping inside you.

#sub claude faustus #claude faustus #claude x reader #black butler #black butler x reader #heat cycles #mating cycles/in heat #dom reader #demon form #demon forms #ovipositor #ovi kink

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rhettabbotts · 8 months

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it’s a bad idea, right? - rhett abbott x fem!reader

pairing: rhett abbott x fem!reader

summary: mixing tequila and calls from your ex. what could go wrong?

warnings: 18+ only. smut. rough sex. drinking. bad decisions. mentions of a breakup. p in v. a lil choking. dirty talk. yearning. love confessions.

a/n: this is for my dear abby’s (@mothdruid) writing challenge. i have been thinking about writing a fic with rhett and this song since i heard it and abby gave me the perfect reason to do it 🥺💜

“Come over.”

You couldn’t help but scoff as you took another sip of your Long Island. It’s been nearly three months since you heard from Rhett. Nothing but radio silence since the day he left town. He was chasing his dream of riding professionally, you needed to focus on your career. You were on different paths and you grew further apart with each month until the end when it was nothing but slamming doors and heated arguments.

Your friends warned you about him. Told you he’d chew you up and spit you out in a heartbeat and you didn’t want to believe them at first. You fell hard and fast for Rhett and you couldn’t have stopped it.

Another message came in. And then another. All of which went ignored while you ordered another drink. Eleanor was talking about her coworker, the one she so desperately wanted to fuck she could hardly stand it. You felt bad for zoning out but your mind kept going back to the man texting you.

“El, I’m sorry. I gotta- I gotta get some fresh air. Save my seat?”

You hopped off the bar stool and headed towards the door, taking a look over your shoulder before walking out into the crisp autumn air.

Your thumb hovered over the call button. You knew it was a bad idea. You knew you’d regret it tomorrow. But between the tequila shots and the memories of Rhett’s hands, your phone was ringing before you could change your mind.

“Hey,” his gravelly voice muttered on the other end of the line and it sent a white-hot fire through your veins.

“Hi,” you stuttered out, pressing your cool hand to your heated face. “Why are you texting me now?”

“I miss you.”

“Bullshit.”

“I do! And I just moved into a new place. My place,” Rhett said, a little breathless. He sounded like he was pacing the floors, or he had been running, or he was- No. Don’t think about that.

“That’s nice. What does that have to do with me?” You questioned, a snarky tone escaping you.

He smirked at that. It had everything to do with you. He needed you. And he knew you needed him.

“I just wanna see you. Friend to friend,” he said playfully.

“I don’t know... I’ve been drinking and I’m out with a few friends and-“

“Please, darlin’. Just for a little bit,” Rhett pleaded. God, he sounded so pretty when he begged. You shook your head at the thought. “I’ll send you the address.”

You sighed deeply before hanging up the phone, a text coming in not a second later with his new address. What were you going to tell Eleanor? Lexie? You really didn’t want a lecture. You just kissed them on the cheek while grabbing your bag and called for an Uber.

Passing street lights and the light hum of the engine was enough to make your brain turn static. There was nothing on your mind but Rhett. The way he smelled. The way he kissed. The way his fingers would curl just right when he-

“We’re here, ma’am,” the driver notified, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Oh. Thanks.”

Your hands trembled slightly as you ascended the stairwell to the second floor. He was already standing there, hand braced on the top of the door frame. When did he get a tattoo on the inside of his bicep?

Rhett had a smile on his face. That crooked grin that always meant trouble. You wanted nothing more than to kiss it off his stupidly handsome face.

“There you are,” Rhett said proudly, knowing the hold he still had over you.

“Shut up,” you commanded as you pushed him through the door, tugging at the hem of his white t-shirt. He pulled it off with one hand, tossing it haphazardly onto the side table’s lampshade.

You were tripping over your feet as he pulled you towards the bedroom, hands pushing down the straps of your dress. They were calloused as ever. You couldn’t wait to feel the roughness of them rubbing against your chest, your thighs, your hips.

“God, you taste the same. I wonder if that’s everywhere,” Rhett muttered, mostly to himself but his words never failed to make your thighs clench.

“Less talking, more undressing.”

One second passed and then you heard a loud rip! before the cool air hits your back. Rhett had torn your dress right down the zipper, shoving his tongue in your mouth once more before you could protest.

Once you made it through his bedroom door, he took a moment to stop and take a look at you. You were standing in the middle of the room in nothing but your bra and panties. You should’ve worn something more fancy, more lacy like he liked. But he looked at you hungrily as his eyes roamed your nearly naked form. A low growl released his throat as he stalked forward, grabbing handfuls of your breasts roughly.

“Fuck, baby. Such a gorgeous thing. I’ve thought about you every night for the past three months,” Rhett confessed. He sounded genuine but you couldn’t be for sure. You were here to fuck. Nothing more.

Your eyes rolled back when Rhett pulled one cup down, bending slightly to wrap his lips around a peaked nipple. He suckled and tugged with his teeth, moaning loudly when your fingers tangled in his hair and pulled harshly.

“Bed. Now. Now!” You whimpered, pushing at his chest until the backs of his knees knocked against the mattress.

Rhett pulled you on top of him, his hard cock nestling perfectly against your clothed cunt. It caused you both to let out desperate noises, his hands finding their way to your hips and guiding you to move over the denim.

“Condom?”

“Drawer,” Rhett exasperated, eager hands tearing the flimsy cotton of your panties until they ripped as well.

“Rhett! Jesus, stop acting like a fucking caveman! I have to go home tomorrow, you know,” you fussed as you jerked the button open on his jeans.

“We’ll see about that,” he proclaimed proudly. That damn smile is back on his face. You rolled your eyes and ripped the foil with your teeth, causing a winded sound to leave Rhett. Good. You had the upper hand now.

He wriggled out of his jeans, hastily kicking them off the end of the bed and tugging his black boxers halfway down his thighs. He hissed as you gripped the base of his erection, slowly rolling the condom down while biting your lip. The head was red and leaking and your mouth watered at the sight. No time for that. You needed to feel him inside you.

“Quit lookin’ at me like that, woman. I ain’t a piece of meat,” he teased, then groaned wantonly when you positioned him at your dripping hole. You were going to regret not prepping yourself in the morning but you couldn’t wait another second. You gasped loudly as you slowly descended his length, nearly hissing at the stretch.

“So desperate for my cock, sweet girl couldn’t even take the time to stretch herself,” Rhett tutted, bracing his heels against the mattress and sliding his hands behind his head. You didn’t know if you wanted to smack him or kiss him. You eyed the black ink that lined his inner bicep. It took you a moment for your mind to process what the words were but your heart seized in your chest when you realized it was song lyrics from yours and his favorite song. You used to sing it in the truck all the time.

“You gonna ride me or are you gonna keep staring?”

“Do you ever shut your mouth or does it just keep running?” You retorted as you settled against his lap. You wiggled your hips and squeezed your thighs, grinning proudly when a pinched whimper came from him. You took your time slowly sliding up and down his cock, savoring the feeling of him hitting that spot inside you just right.

“I like you better when you’re not talking,” you said, picking up your pace ever so slightly.

“And I like you better when you ride my cock like you mean it,” Rhett growled, bucking his hips into you, causing you to fall forward and brace your hands on his upper torso. You snarled at him and his witty comment. Fuck him.

Your right hand slid across his collarbone and toward the column of his neck, bracing your hand there.

“Do it. I know you want to, baby,” Rhett responded, looking up at you with his crystal blue eyes wide and thin bottom lip tucked between his perfect teeth.

Everything became a blur after that moment. It was all nails and hands and moans. The headboard knocked against the wall as you bounced desperately on him, your hand wrapped tightly around his throat. He grunted loudly as he chased his release along beside you, the sound of skin slapping filled the room. It was filthy and feral and you could feel your thighs trembling uncontrollably.

“Come for me, sweet girl. Fuck, like a fucking vice. Come. M’right there with you,” Rhett begged, voice raspy.

Stars exploded behind your eyelids as you reached your peak, nails digging into Rhett’s pectorals. A sound escaped you that sounded like a near scream, disregarding whatever neighbors Rhett may have. He was not far behind you, even with the condom on you could feel his release.

You collapsed forward onto Rhett’s sweaty chest, trying to catch your breath. His heart pounded against your ear and his chest rose and fell rapidly, moving you with it. You heard a car horn down below, pulling you from your post-sex haze.

You winced when Rhett lifted your hips, a slight sting radiating from between your legs. He grunted deeply, grimacing at the feeling of his oversensitive member. You rolled over onto your back before rolling onto your side and propping yourself up on your elbow, watching him throw the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed and making his way toward the en suite bathroom.

You took the time to look around the room. It didn’t look much different than the room that he had at his parents' home. The same posters decorated the walls; his record player in the corner on the old table with the records stacked beneath it. His bed was bigger, that much you noticed.

Another tug at your heartstrings occurred when you saw a picture framed tucked on the back of his dresser. You couldn’t see the entire thing but you knew the picture all too well. It was a picture of the two of you at the lake the previous summer. It was your favorite picture. You couldn’t believe he still had it, still displayed it. Not that you could judge. It still sat proudly on your desk at home.

You blinked the tears away as Rhett emerged from the bathroom, still naked but now carrying a damp cloth. He cleaned you gently, awkward silence swirling around you. He placed a small kiss on the inside of your knee, stubble tickling you slightly.

“Thanks,” you whispered softly, earning a hum in response.

Rhett tugged a pair of sweatpants on and crawled into bed behind you, strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight to him.

“Rhett… we need to talk,” you spoke into the darkness.

“In the morning,” he said, soft snores escaping him not but a couple of moments later.

Birds chirped outside the window and the smell of french toast and fresh coffee flooded your senses. Your head pounded and your mouth was dry but you grinned at the familiar scent of Rhett. You didn’t get to enjoy the moment long before your phone buzzed on the floor in the pocket of your shredded dress.

You wrapped the sheets around you and bent to pick it up, groaning when you saw that Eleanor had called you twenty times. An incoming call making it the twenty-first.

“Don’t yell at me,” you pleaded, waiting for the berating to begin.

“Where the hell are you? I tried coming by your place this morning for our usual morning after brunch and you’re not answering. I’m worried!”

“Sorry, I was asleep.” Not a total lie.

“Where are you?” El questioned.

“Not at home…”

“Hey, honey. You want cream in your coffee? I got a fresh pot going.”

You smacked your forehead and cringed at the sound of Rhett’s voice filtering through the room.

“That’s not- Oh my god. You didn’t-”

“Love you, El! I’ll talk to you later,” you rushed to hang up the phone, throwing it across the mattress and letting out a frustrated noise into your hands. Rhett was standing at the door with a tray of food.

“Hungry?” He asked as he made his way towards you, taking a seat next to you on the bed. He sat the tray to the side and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Starving, actually. Look… about last night. I- I don’t normally do that,” you confessed.

“What? Come to your ex’s house in the middle of the night and fu-”

“Yeah. That.” Rhett laughed at your sudden shyness. He always knew his crudeness flustered you. “I just- these past few months have been hell without you. And I guess I got a little too excited when you called me last night. But I don’t think I can just be a late-night booty call for you.”

“I don’t want you to be that,” Rhett said.

“Oh.”

“I want so much more.” Rhett’s large hands cupped your face, tilting your head up to make you look at him in the eyes. “I was a damn fool to let you go, sweetheart. And I’ll be damned if I make that mistake again.”

Tears prickled the corners of your eyes as you surged forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. He kissed your temple and held you close.

“Now eat up. I learned to cook this just for you.”

It may have been a bad idea last night, but now you’re thinking it was the best decision you’ve ever made as you shared a piece of french toast with Rhett.

tagging those who may be interested: @lewmagoo @withahappyrefrain @laracrofted @whisperofsong @damrlova @arctvrvs @bobgasm @mxgyver @ryebecca @nobody7102 @sebsxphia

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott fanfiction #SOURGUTS #SOURGUTS writing challenge

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kvtie444 · 5 months

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☆⋆｡OMW pt. 2

part 1

A/N: a lil part 2 dedicated to my most popular fic !!

Summary: you and matt never saw eye to eye but after a shitty night out he pulls thru lol

Warnings: steamy make out lol,, swearing, touching ???!! lmaooo, angsttyyyyy

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"Yo," we heard Chris yell as he ascended the stairs. He quickly entered the room, his eyes darting from mine to my neck, an understanding expression crossing his face.

Matt you fucking idiot.

"what the fuck?!"

"Chris-" I begin, but he quickly cuts me off. "My own fucking brother? Last thing I knew, you hated each other, now you're- you're getting off with him?!" He stumbles over his words due to shock, hands gesturing towards us. I look to Matt, and he has a smirk, tongue in cheek as he throws his head back against the couch, arms that were once all over me now spread across the cushions.

"I'm sorry, Chris, it's not like that," I plead, stumbling forward tipsily and trying to grab his arm, which he jerks away. "No, Y/N, you don't get to apologize and think that makes it all better." I hear Matt stand up; he places a hand on Chris's shoulder. "Dude, lay off her. It was just a one-time thing; she was hammered," Matt says calmly, a smug smile still on his face. Chris smacks Matt's hand away. "What, so it's fine for you to take advantage of the situation and fuck her?" Chris snaps, stepping closer to Matt.

"Chris, he didn't do anything, I di-" "The only reason we were in that position in the first place is because you left her drunk and alone in the club for some pussy," Matt cuts me off, looking down at Chris as he pokes him in the chest. "Get the fuck out of my face, bro," Chris says, shoving him away. Matt's jaw clenches, but before he can do anything, Chris storms off down to his room, slamming the door. Shit.

I feel my chest tighten. I'm such a fucking idiot. I hear Matt sigh, and he steps behind me. His hands move my hair over my shoulder and then holds onto my waist. He places soft, ghostly kisses over my neck. "Fuck him," he mumbles against my skin, his hands moving down to the front of my hips. I grab his wrists and push him off me, stepping away and turning to face him. "No, Matt, this is serious," I yell, his bottom lip between his teeth. He just stays silent. I scoff and turn, walking to Chris's room.

I knock on the door, no answer. I peek my head in and see him in his bed, eyes glued to his phone. I shut the door behind me and walk over, sitting on his bed. He looks up from his phone, looks back down, and grabs a random hoodie from his bed, throwing it at me. I clutch it and look at him, confused.

"Can't look at that shit on your neck," he mumbles. I pull on the hoodie, now covered up. "Can we talk, please?" I plead. He sighs, turning off his phone and tossing it aside, his eyes now boring into mine. "We just kissed. I know it's still totally out of order, but I promise it didn't go any further. It's the first and last time it will ever happen, Chris. I'm so sorry. I was drunk and pissed, and a fucking idiot. Please, Chris," I beg. He sighs, looking away for a second before his eyes meet mine again. "Promise it will be the last time?" he asks, raising his eyebrows. "On my life," I reply. "Alright. I'm sorry too, for leaving you. It was a dick move," he says. "It's fine, Chris," I smile, happy that he's forgiven me. He smiles back, opening his arms, which I happily lean into as he engulfs me in a big hug. That went better than I thought, holy shit. "Never again," Chris mumbles against my hair. "Never," I reply.

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Well, the "never again" vow didn't last long. Matt messaged me the following night, telling me how much he missed me. Now, he's here, on top of me in my bed, both of us shirtless. His lips are hungrily tracing a path from my sternum down to the waistband of my shorts. He breathes heavily, his eyes locking onto mine. His hands slide beneath my ass, working to pull down my shorts. I lift up slightly, contributing to the removal process.

My mind raced as Matt's lips continued their descent, leaving a trail of fire across my skin. Despite the inner turmoil, the heat of the moment was undeniable. His touch ignited a fierce longing, and my resolve wavered.

As Matt's hands skillfully removed my shorts, the room pulsed with an electric tension. His gaze met mine, a hunger burning in his eyes. In that vulnerable moment, all pretenses and defenses melted away.

He whispered, his breath hot against my skin, "Gonna show you how much i missed you." His words sent shivers down my spine, and any lingering doubts momentarily vanished.

Our connection felt both forbidden and exhilarating. I surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of our desires, losing myself in the embrace of the unexpected. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the intensity of the present.

The room filled with a symphony of hushed moans and heavy breaths as the boundaries between us blurred. Matt's touch

became a symphony of passion, each caress echoing through the room. Every kiss, every touch, carried an unspoken promise of shared vulnerability and desire.

In the midst of the moment, a sudden knock at the door disrupted the intimate atmosphere. Startled, we pulled away from each other, our eyes wide with the realization of the precarious situation. The knock persisted, growing more insistent.

"Y/N, are you in there?" Chris's voice called from the other side of the door. Panic surged through me as I scrambled to find my clothes, while Matt hastily threw on his shirt. "Uh, yeah, just a second!" I stammered, my heart pounding. Matt shot me an apologetic look, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of guilt and exhilaration.

I opened the door to find Chris standing there, a bemused expression on his face. "What's taking so long? I thought we were watching a movie together," he said, looking between Matt and me with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, sorry, we lost track of time. We'll be out in a minute," I replied, attempting to conceal the unease in my voice. Chris nodded, still wearing a skeptical expression, before heading back to the living room.

As the door closed, Matt and I exchanged a fleeting glance. The gravity of the situation hung in the air, and a shared understanding passed between us. We needed to navigate this newfound complexity carefully. As i sigh, Matt pulls me towards him, quickly pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Once composed, we joined Chris in the living room, where an awkward tension lingered beneath the surface. The movie played on the screen, but my thoughts were elsewhere, contemplating the intricacies of the unexpected connections that had woven themselves into our lives.

The events of the past two nights had blurred the lines of friendship and desire, leaving us entangled in a web of emotions. The challenges that lay ahead were uncertain, but one thing was clear – the dynamics between Chris, Matt, and me had shifted, and we were now navigating uncharted territory.

Chris, oblivious to the internal turmoil I'm facing, believes Matt and I are now friends. Guilt gnaws at me, especially considering I broke our promise within the first 24 hours. Lost in my thoughts, a scream from the horror movie we're watching snaps me out of my thoughts. I look up, resting my head against Chris's shoulder, who insisted on sitting between Matt and me. Chris's hand, previously over my shoulder, soothingly rubs up and down my arm, offering a comforting gesture.

"They always kill off the best-looking ones," Matt randomly remarks, throwing popcorn into his mouth. I shoot him a dirty look, but he responds with an obnoxious smirk before redirecting his attention to the TV.

He can be such a dick. It's easy to forget that I genuinely disliked him before last night for a valid reason. Am I really jeopardizing my friendship with Chris over a total douchebag? I sigh, standing up, capturing everyone's attention. "I'll be back in a sec," I shoot a soft smile to Chris, purposefully avoiding Matt's gaze before heading to the bathroom.

Once inside, I shut the door and run my hands over my face. Matt can be nice at times, like when he went out of his way to pick me up and defended me during the argument with Chris. No, Y/N, don't. I need to set boundaries. Suddenly, a knock at the door grabs my attention. "What?!" I say, my tone unintentionally aggressive. The door opens, and Matt lets himself in, shutting the door behind him.

"That's no way to speak to someone you were just begging for an hour ago," he cockily smirks, stepping closer. I sigh, and he grabs my waist, softly pushing me against the wall and holding me down as he presses quick kisses to my lips, moving to my cheek, jaw, and neck. You can't do this to Chris. I push his chest away from me, and he looks down at me, brows furrowed.

"What the fuck is your problem, Y/N?" he snaps.

"I'm just not in the mood, Matt."

"You were all over me a second ago, though, no?" he spits. "Matt, please," I sigh, looking up at him. He just kisses his teeth, walking toward the door. "You're still the same bitch I've always hated, Y/N," he says, slamming the door behind him. What the fuck.

The door slams shut, leaving me standing in the bathroom with a mix of frustration and confusion. I take a deep breath, attempting to collect my thoughts. What just happened? Why did I let Matt in, and why did he act that way? My mind races with questions as I decide to head back to the living room, hoping to find some clarity.

Upon returning, Chris shoots me a concerned look. "Everything okay?" he asks, his eyes searching mine. I force a smile, brushing off the awkwardness. "Yeah, just needed a moment," I reply, taking my seat on the couch beside him.

The movie continues, but my attention wavers. Matt's sudden advances replay in my mind, and I can't shake the feeling of guilt for allowing it to happen. Chris senses my unease and subtly places a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

As the night progresses, I make an effort to engage in the movie and put the unsettling encounter with Matt behind me. However, the atmosphere remains strained, hanging in the air like an unspoken tension.

When the movie finally ends, Chris suggests calling it a night. I agree, eager to put the events of the evening behind me. As I prepare to leave, he walks me to the door, his concern evident.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Chris asks, his eyes searching mine. I nod, offering a half-hearted smile. "Yeah, just tired. Thanks for the movie night," I say, appreciating the genuine friendship he provides.

As I step outside, the cool night air provides a moment of clarity. The situation with Matt needs addressing, but I can't ignore the importance of maintaining my friendship with Chris. I decide to reach out to him the next day, hoping to clear the air and mend any potential damage caused by the unexpected encounter with Matt.

About 5 minutes in on my walk, I feel my phone vibrate. I pull it out and read the message,

From Matt S

i miss you

want me to pick you up?

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lazyneonrabbitt · 4 days

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Forest guardian

Daryl Dixon x reader

You plan a week long vacation to a luxury cabin. Luxury is nowhere near what you find.

Yet another AU, mentions of canibalism, also Merle is gross.

The bald man behind the counter of the shoddy store was probably the grossest dude you had ever seen, cleaning what looked like blood off his hands while he kept so openly staring at your tits in the low cut top and following you around with his intense gaze as you picked up some items from the racks. "Dontcha worry, doll. Had ta quit skinnin' rabbit when I heard ya come in. S'legal in these 'ere parts." He reassures you, and after you paid you sadly needed to interact with him even more, seeing you weren't familiar with the roads and needed help finding your destination.

"Oh, tha' cabin's over 'ere on tha' road. Can't miss it, sugar." He doodled a little house on the map for you. "Gotta park righ' 'ere." 'here' was marked with a small X. "Road ends, rests'a sand path, too narrow fer cars." With a filthy grin he pointed at the map and marked the location of the place you rented to spend a week in nature to heal. You needed to be away from society for a bit and booked this crazy cheap place in the middle of the woods close to a gorgeous lake. It surprised you there weren't any more cabins like that around, the area was so nice it would make a perfect luxurious vacation spot. Still, that gross man's voice rung in the back of your mind. "Now dontcha go swimmin' in tha' lake, missy. Pretty lil' thang like yerself'd gon' get snatched up ne'er ta be seen 'gain."

On the way to the cabin, following the route you were suggested you passed the lake and watched the sun cast a beautiful gleam over its surface.

'This really is too gorgeous to go swim in.' You mind wondered to the cabin as you closed in on its location, turning the last corner before the road cut off and your small path through the tree line became visible. Not wanting to walk the path twice you stacked everything you took onto your body and started to lug your stuff forward, seeing you had to round the cabin to make to the front door.

The cabin that looked nothing like the photos on the website.. "Oh of course I got catfished by a fucking cabi--"

Stopping dead in your tracks you dropped your bags and sent yourself forward, up the wooden porch and down on your knees.

A man laid passed out in the door opening of the cabin, his breaths shallow. Every item he wore was covered in dried mud and stained to hell and back. A dead rabbit laid beside him, probably dropped from his grasp when he went down. Kneeling closer you looked him over for and wounds and found a deep gash on his side when you turned him over, and saw what looked like a stab wound on his upper arm.

Underneath long, greasy hair there was a large gash on his face, long healed over and leaving an angry scar over an empty eye socket and one side of his mouth was torn open.

You wanted to stare but needed to help this man first, going to find your first aid kit and cleaning the wounds after dragging him onto the cot in the corner of the ratty cabin.

"I'm sorry." You murmured at the man who didn't even hear you as he was out cold. Applying the disinfectant to his wound had you wince along with the soft twitch of his body and a wave of panic washed over you.

What if he woke up, with you hovering over him? You had spotted the throwing axe strapped to his waist, along with two large hunting knives and suddenly prayed you wouldn't end up on the wrong end of those.

When he didn't wake you continued to clean and bandage his arm, and thanked yourself for throwing a pack of butterfly stitches in your bag and carefully stuck them over the cut over his side with one hand as the other held it closed between your fingers.

Wrapping his arm was easy, but having to unroll the bandage around his waist was proving to be a challenge, having to shove your arm underneath his body to pass the bandage to your other hand multiple times.

The invasive movements had moved the man's body and it surprised you he hadn't woken up by the time you tied off the end.

With his wounds patched you could only sit around and wait. You got scammed by a too good to be true offer on a cabin and the first thing you had to do after getting creeped out in the shop was patch up a stranger's wounds yourself because the area had no service.

Curiosity got the best of you after a moment and you went to snoop around the place, passing time by going through cabinets and drawers.

At the third drawer you opened you felt like you stumbled on a goldmine. A black wallet and chain, and a passport laid pushed towards the back.

"Daryl Dixon, huh." Both the ID and the passport belonged to the man, and other cards in the wallet held the same name. It had to be him.

You gave the pictures a long inspection, turning to go compare to the passed out man behind you.

Instead, before you got the chance to turn a hand came and snatched the items from yours. "S'mine, thank you very much."

With a shriek you turned to face the voice and were met with the iciest blue eye you had ever seen.

The open drawer dug into your back as you tried to move away from him.

With the stabbing feeling your gaze turned back to the drawer, hoping to close it but something familiar caught your eye. So instead you dug your hand to grab at a flyer, and with it pulling out a stash of attached papers that scattered over the floor and made Daryl take a step back.

The paper in your hands was filled with the same photos as the cabin rental showed. "The hell?" It was a sales flyer, it told about the building plan for a large amount of cabins surrounding the lake. You looked past the flyer to the floor, bending down to look at the various news articles about the area.

"JUST ANNOUNCED: NEW LUXURY VACATION HOMES." That one spread information about the upcoming tourist attraction.

A smaller piece announced a delay due to "disagreements from locals." You thought if Daryl and the shop guy were those locals.

Then a large, gruesome front page spread.

"MASSACRE AT BUILDING SITE. PROJECT CANCELED."

The title did the article no justice, the first sentence warning people to stop reading if they were easily nauseated, and continued on to go into detail of the events where a whole building crew was murdered mere hours after their scheduled arrival at the site. The murders deemed "too gruesome to share in more detail.".

More articles of missing campers and words of the mysterious serial killer in this area were scattered around and that sudden panic from earlier arose again.

You were dead. It was a fact at the time you first thought of it and it was still a fact now that you saw all this. With shaking breaths you slowly looked up at the man still standing before you.

His hand rested on the handle of his hunting knife, fingers not yet curled around it. His one eye staring, clearly deep in thought.

"That's you, right? The killer?" Your fingers rested on a smaller article, looking further up at his face.

A quiet acknowledging grunt left him as he turned around and ignored your further words.

Daryl's mind raced with opinions, facts and other voices that all called out different things.

He killed trespassers. Humans were bad for these woods, they shouldn't exist here. Except for him and his brother. But this one healed him, patched up his wounds and made sure he didn't die. You weren’t here to harm..

His wandering mind had led him outside, lighting a cigarette and deciding to return the favor and rummage through the bags you brought, fishing out a tub of cookies from your backpack.

From just outside the doorway you heard the familiar click of the tub clasps opening, followed by a loud crunching.

“Huh. HEY!” Getting up from the floor you made your way over to the man and snatched the box from his hands. “Those are mine, thank you.” Your tone mocked his from before and Daryl grunted in protest.

“Why’re ya ‘ere anyways?” You huffed in response, a hand on your hip and pointing the one with the box at where he still sat in front of your pile of bags. “Obviously I came here on vacation, but I guess I’ll be driving home again since I got scammed…”

You had moved to start packing up your first aid kit and moved over to stuff it back into your backpack but pausing, and handing the kit to Daryl. “Why?” He spoke around lungfuls of smoke before blowing it out away from you. “Got ‘nough a’those layin’ ‘round.”

‘Why’re ya tellin’ her tha? She saw yer a killer. Why aint she dead yet?’ The voice in his head blended with his brother’s, scolding him like he was so used to, but still not believing you were harmful enough to kill.

Besides, you knew how to tend to wounds which was useful.

Hell, even going out to find his brother to bring him an outdoor oven and ingredients to make those cookies and keep you around just fir those was enough to dispel the voices.

You were standing in front of the storage space at the back of he cabin and you were worried. Why were you following this killer and not just leaving your stuff behind and running to your car? You’d never speak of this and find some excuse on the way home. But still you kept standing there next to him as he opened the door and showed the huge collection of useful stuff. All taken from trespassers.

“You’re killing me aren’t you?” The words weren’t supposed to leave your mouth and a hand clamped over it immediately after, eyes on him in fear as tears threatened to spill due to the panic you were causing yourself. But then again, would it really be that bad if he killed you? No more shitty jobs and cheating boyfriends. No more crying yourself to sleep over bills and food.

“Yer dif’rent.” You barely caught his words when he disappeared into his stash and throwing a soft fuzzy blanket at you. “Feel tha’ one. Ya like tha’?” You hadn’t throwing the item until it hit you in the face, grabbing to catch it before it hit the ground and being taken off guard even more by how soft it was. It calmed you, rubbing it against your cheek. At the sight of the tab on it you gasped, taking a closer look at it and staring back at Daryl, your previous worries entirely overridden by the shock. “Why do you have a hundred dollar blanket in your shed?”

He only shrugged. “Sum whiny whore had it. Guess ‘er boyfriend thought campin’ at a pretty lake was gon’ get ‘em laid or sum’n.”

“Bitch was fuckin’ disgustin’.” A shudder ran along his spine at the memory of cutting her open. “All ‘er curves fake, no meat left on ‘er bones tha’ was edible. Damn fillers leakin’ out of ‘er flesh over the fire.” He just rambled about it like it meant nothing to him at all while you stared. He ate them? You were getting hungry just now but that feeling faded just as quick upon hearing him talk.

He saw the disgust on your face and decided he needed to shut up. “Ah, sorry. Ain’t normal people talk.”

His apology really came out of left field and had you swallow a giggle, but failing and sputtering out a laugh. “Why even are you telling me all this?” Despite your laughs it was a serious question. “I mean, what if ai leave and call the cops on you?” Not that you were going to, but you got curious and had already decided you were fine with however this day was going to end. If this guy as gonna roast you over a fire then so be it, you weren’t scared anymore.

“Who says yer leavin’? M’keepin’ ya ‘ere with me. Yer dif’rent.”

Different. There it was again, he’s called you that more than once now. “Who says I want that?”

“Y’aint runnin’ yet.” He put his pointer fingers together in a counting gesture. “Ya patched me up. An’ yer not scared a’me ‘n ma face.”

It’s true. When you first saw his face it shocked you a bit, but mostly you were curious how someone could survive a wound like that. You nodded thoughtfully, not entirely aware you did so and earned a smile. “I aint plannin’ on eatin’ ya. But ya gotta respect ma rules or I’ll change ma mind ‘bout it.”

“If you’re talking about eating people you better end me now, there’s no way I’m doing that, ever.” You held your hands up in defeat with the blanket tossed over one shoulder. “Go ahead.”

This time it was Daryl’s turn to laugh. A deep, rumbling laugh that had you squint at him. He laughed?

Your calm around the offer for him to kill you right where you stood surprised him. You really didn’t care if he took you out. He respected that, so as long as you were fine with his ways he had no reason to get rid of you. “Dontcha worry yer pretty lil’ head ‘bout tha’. Aint gon’ make ya eat ‘em. ‘Nough small game ‘round ‘ere fer ya. I’ll keep ya fed.”

Oh. That wasn’t so bad. Yeah, rabbits and squirrels weren’t part of your menu now but as long as he wasn’t feeding you humans.

Talking about eating made the grumble in your stomach make another appearance, this time accompanied my the unmistaken noise of hunger. A huffed laugh and a nod towards the front door had you both back inside where Daryl still had his rabbit he had started skinning at his makeshift kitchenette across the room rom where you sat on the bed eating your leftover sandwich.

You observed him from a distance. How he skillfully took apart the animal and separated the meats while keeping an eye on his fireplace in the meantime.

“Hey, c’mere.” Without looking up from his work he waved one hand above his head to get your attention. He made sure you got the pieces you wanted, and prepared them to your liking. The way he was roasting them over the fireplace was almost like an inside barbecue.

“Smells nice.” You had moved to sit next to him beside the fire that roasted your dinner.

You ate together and spent the time after in quiet togetherness. Daryl cleaned up the rabbit’s leftovers and spent some time doing god knows what outside while you stayed in. You sat on the bed fidgeting with your clothing and the soft fuzz on the blanket he gave you. For a short moment you wondered what you were still doing here, why you hadn’t gotten up and started walking away, but now your mind was blank, staring mindlessly at the floor. You didn’t even notice Daryl come back in. He just suddenly appeared in your view, dropping a stack of bedrolls and sleeping bags at your feet and beginning to roll them out. When you realized his implications you let yourself fall. Ack with a sigh. You really had been here since early in the afternoon and still hadn’t made an effort to leave and were about to spend the night in a killer’s cabin in the woods..

You wondered if all these setbacks in life had officially driven you mad.

After you offered to take over from Daryl to “make your own bed” he only scoffed and tapped your ankle to make space. “Makin’ ma own bed ‘ere. Ya keep the cot, s’fine.” You went back and forth a bunch of times but he kept insisting you kept the bed. Why was he so kind?

You tossed him his pillows and got a quizzical look that followed you as you went to retrieve the ones you brought from your duffle bag at the door. With an understanding grunt he moved on, unzipping a sleeping bag and laying it over the bedding and left through the curtain beside the kitchenette.

You were about to lay down and zone out when he walked back through the curtain, ducking b something out of one drawer lower than you got before when you got there and move back, keeping what was in his hand hidden from your line of sight, but you caught something in his mouth for a second. “Wait. Hold up.” Oh fuck. His mind told him he fucked up by grabbing that magazine. You were gonna ask what he grabbed and there was no way you needed to know what he was planning to do behind that wall. You sat up and watched as he peeked his head from behind the curtain to look at you with a raised brow, faking his best annoyed look. “Hmm?” With a toothbrush between the scarred end of his lips he waited for you to speak.

“You brush your teeth?” You were seriously confused now. “You, a serial killer living in the middle of nowhere, brushes his teeth.” You pointed at him, hand palm up in disbelief. He rolled his one eye at your wording and took the thing from his mouth and pointed it back at you in an almost threatening way. “Yeah, so?” He spoke around a mouthful of foam. “Ya will keep up too when ya gotta yank out a rotten tooth ‘n can’t eat nut’n but soup fer weeks.” He scoffed at your assumption of his hygiene just because he killed people. “Gotta keep clean ta eat. Can’t eat, can’t hunt. Can’t hunt, can’t keep them woods ‘ere safe.” His tone was serious, he meant every word and made it clear these woods meant much to him. Enough to kill for. After he was done he turned away again and the room fell silent once more, taking it as your cue to crawl under the soft blanket Daryl gave you and sleep for the night.

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rokomoi · 1 month

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“I was all over her..”

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pairing: hyunjin x reader.

synopsis: he fell in love at first sight but…

now playing: i was all over her-sylvia path.

notes:hihi!..so sorry for not posting last week on friday,got too busy with school stuff and got all of my energy drained because of it. take this lil story today as an apology for all of you my lovelies!. will be definitely posting one or two more stories to make up for it.

disclaimer:english isn’t my first language, apologies in advance for any grammatical mistakes and errors. no pronouns nor skin colour will be mentioned. have fun reading lovelies!.

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I did not know what I wanted, I was high off of drugs and drunker than an alcoholic, but I did have a certain memory of that very night when I met them. The music blasted throughout the crowded living room of the host’s ridiculously expensive mansion, and the prominent smell of alcohol, sweet vapes and drugs filled up the entirety of the room, making me feel more dizzy in the head. It felt like my soul was slowly leaving my body the more I drank shots, snorted cocaine up my nose and swayed my body with the rhythm of the beats being played by the DJ. Feeling like the whole world and room was spinning inside my head, making me grunt in response as it dyed down thanks to the loud music, I stopped my now sweaty body from dancing, running my hands through my now messy black locks as I felt the pounding in my head intensifying. Raising my head, trying to blink away my blurry vision as I looked around the crowded place now lit with red lighting and making the atmosphere look like more of a club than a party. My eyes narrowed at some random girl who was coming towards me with a not-so-confident smirk on her face, lowering my gaze down to look at her small self and height, a scoff erupted out of my throat as she started to sway her hips against my crotch, I brought my hands up to her bare shoulders, gently grabbing a hold of them and drawing circles on the sides before digging my nails into her skin and quickly pushing her off of me and out of my way as I tried storming my way out of the crowd, ignoring her yells that was somehow louder than the music from the crowd, the people who were victims to my pushing kept cursing at me but all of it just fell on deaf ears as I finally made out of that pile of a mesh of sweaty bodies and god forbade what else was in there. My nose scrunched up in grimace as I was now met with the sight of couples and potential hook-ups all now eating each other's faces out in the hallways. A small sigh left me, and my heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hallways as I pushed and wiggled my way out, the music getting distant as I let my body go on its way and lead me somewhere, just as long it was far away from the party. I was now left standing in front of the gigantic windows somewhere in the penthouse.

The city lights all beamed their way inside the room, casting a small glow on my face as I stared out the window dazed. However, my pherial vision caught a glimpse of the shadowy body moving around the balcony.

“What the-“. I mumbled out, confused and I squinted my eyes to see if this shadow person was real or was too drunk and high off the huge amount of cocaine I had done earlier. My fingers went up to rub harshly at my eyes, smudging the small bit of mascara I had put on for the sake of my outfit and look, now looking down at my black-stained fingertips, making me huff out in irritation.

“Hello?” My body jolted at the soft-spoken voice, making me turn my head faster than light to see who this person could be that was talking to me. I was expecting maybe that shadow person had somehow managed to have a person, possibly sacrificed a person from the party and then stole their voice, or just a hallucination of a person that I was making up in my head because of the drugs but nope. Instead, I was met with the most angelic-looking person I've ever seen or met in my life, my gaze followed their hair as it gently waved around as the breeze hit it, and then slowly let my eyes trail down their body, my mouth parting agape. Although it may made me look stupid, just standing in the dark of a random room and just gauging at a stranger person, hell..it may even made me appear creepy to them, or even worse..perverted.

“Are you okay there?..” The said stranger asked me with a smidgen of joking in their tone. I hummed in confusion, as their question entered one ear and came out of the other, I raised my head from the floor, going back to dazedly eyeing them, feeling the alcohol and drugs rushing and pumping through my body. I felt hypnotized, slowly dragging my feet toward the person in front of me as I towered over them once reaching them. I gulped down the saliva that was built up in my throat, my eyes met theirs, god..they were holding all the stars in them, fuck that..the whole astronomy was in them. From how they shined and had a slight mischievous glint to them, it had me more fucked up in the brain than the drugs. My breathing got shakier as I extended a hand out toward their soft face but before my fingertips could even their cheeks, a hand was slapped onto my wrist, a very particularly small and cold to-the-touch hand clasped on my wrist, preventing me from moving my hand any closer to their faces. My breath hitched in my throat, parting my now-dry mouth open to speak but as expected nothing came out of it.

I felt giddy, I felt my heart swell up with love, joy and excitement the more we talked and chilled around the balcony, staring down at the nightlife of the city below us as we occasionally passed the cigarette I offered them between the two of us. Although my memory is all fogged up I just remember that we didn't make out or do anything, I was just..lonely, desperate for a bit of love from somebody different than all the other people I've dated, good and bad experiences. They were just the new breath of fresh air that I needed currently, and I was thankful for it…

I jolted out of my bed awake, my clothes, hair and body covered in huge patches of sweat as I looked around the room, well..the white bland room, with nothing in there but a singular light bulb, very uncomfortable bedding and desk. My memories flooded in and crashed down on me like a train running me over repeatedly. My lips quivered as I tried to fight back the tears that were welling up in my eyes, using my shaky arms to gently pull myself up and sit down on the uncomfortable bed. I bit and chewed down my lower lips until I could feel blood seeping out, feeling my heartbeats picking up and pounding against my chest, it could pop out of my chest any moment if it just pounded harder. I gasped out, trying to take in some breaths as I felt my chest tighten, my shaky hands going to clutch at my shirt as my body started to shake frantically. I couldn't hold it in any longer, I let the hot tears fall and wet my cheeks, sobbing out loudly as I brought my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, hugging myself and trying to stabilize my breathing and calm myself and heart down before I could get a heart attack..again. My sobbing filled up the quiet and depressing blank room, making me feel even crazier and the need to do drugs more. God I hated it, I hated the moment when I first met, I hated the moment how I felt when we talked on that night, I hated how joyful I was when we went out on a night, I hated how much love I felt in my chest when they said those three little words and later kissed me on, I hated myself for not seeing the signs that they were clearly struggling with their mental health, I hated myself for always lashing out on them and breaking their hearts even more when they were at their lowest, I hated how selfish I was after every argument and leaving them alone in the apartment, I hated how when they were left alone in the apartment but I was out here in the clubs and cheating on them multiple days, and nights with different-girls, I hated the scared look on their faces whenever I smashed things around the apartment whilst arguing and lastly…I hated the pale, lifeless look on their once angelic face as I stood by the doorway to the white bathroom, now covered in red from their blood as they seeped out of their wrists. I hated how the metallic smell of the blood, I hated seeing their bodies being put into a bag by the paramedics whilst I sat down on the couch, the questions of authority falling on deaf ears as I stated at them, now being carried out the apartment, not the way I imagined they'd leave. I hated how addicted I became to drugs after their death, that even my family, friends and all of my loved ones cut ties with me because they were scared of me. I hated how tired I felt because I couldn't sleep, every time I closed my eyes that god-awful night played over and over again until I became just like them, self-harming myself, doing more illegal activities until I was sentenced to jail then moved over to a rehab center with tight security until I go back to normal. Bullshit…five years, five years ago I was put in here and I'm still not improving. The more days pass the more I feel crazy and empty, and I long for them, the feeling of going back in time to change how I was acting towards them and love them all over again.

Bringing my hands up to tug at my locks harshly, letting out a scream that I've been wanting to let out ever since I was put in here, banging my head backwards into the padded walls. Making me more frustrated than before as I started to kick everything that was in my sight, which wasn't much but enough to tire me out and make me collapse on the cold floor. spreading my arms and legs out as I tried to breathe normally again, feeling a singular tear run down my cheek as I stared at the light bulb on the ceiling, making me smile and laugh hysterically out in pain. I'm now lonely, always and forever, stuck in this room with myself who lost their soul the night my special person died…I deserved to die in their place instead of them.

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notes:hope you enjoyed but please keep in mind that this is fiction and that none this happened in real life to hyunjin or anything!. well, i’ll see you sooner than later bye bye!. kisses and hugs from me :3.

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sgnjimmy · 7 months

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7 for joker from windbreaker character x reader nsfw please 🥺

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≛ 𝙰/𝚗: thank you for requesting. there's a bit of humor at the end but I'm actually scared nobody is gonna like it so, -1 for me 😔👍

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"Baby, baby." You whine, unable to keep your body still.

Joker continues his thrusts, only getting more excited from your moans. Tears run down your cheeks, and you look up at him with pleading eyes.

He goes in, out, in, ou–

"Tangerine!" You finally find the words.

The safe word, he realizes.

Your boyfriend stops abruptly, his body quits his movements as he grows worried.

"Y/n?" He touches your face softly. "You okay?"

"It... Hurts."

Joker maneges to pull out slowly, trying not to warm you anymore. He keeps his hands on your head and cheek — carefully caressing your skin with one hand.

"'M sorry. I'm so sorry… " His voice hits a unfamiliar pitch, and you're afraid he'll cry. "Didn’t mean to hurt you, baby."

"Is okay, is okay." You assure him. "Just went a little bit rough, don't worry." You clean away a stray tear from his face.

"You sure?" He asks again — trying to make sure.

"Yeah." You nod your head. Joker mumbles some soft of 'okay' while getting off of you and laying down in the bed — facing your side profile as he watches you take calming breaths.

"You want a bath? I can run you a bath." You smile at his sweetness. Joker still sounds very much worried, and it tickles you inside — knowing he cares so deeply about you.

"I'll take that, ahh. A bath does sound nice… But only if you join me." You face him smirking.

"No more funny business tonight, Y/n."

"Oh, come on. That's gonna be so hard since I'm extremely funny, man." You brag fakely.

"Hafta try then, clown ass."

"Well, aren't you just the Joker."

He can't help the chuckle that breaks out of his throat at that. Sometimes you really are funny.

"Okay, c'mon, lil' Joker." Your boyfriend arms reach for your skin and he grips them around your body, carrying you out of the bed and making his path to the bathroom.

"Stop laughing." He complains, although there's no truth behind his words.

#wind breaker x reader #wind breaker joker #wb joker #joker x reader #gn!reader #webtoon #manhwa #wb x reader #x reader #windbreaker

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“hiiii i loved your last piece and damn your writting is SO GOOD <3 so i ask you pretty please if you could right about an aged up!lo'ak w aged up!reader where they're in a romantic relationship and finally mate after a couple of months of waiting. THANKS IN ADVANCE LUV YA”

hiiii! so, as you asked me to, this is me fowarding the request! 🫶🏻 i imagine this being with a female reader, something like childhood friends to lovers – the girl would be a na’vi and they grew up together or smt. i also see the reader being a little scared of mating with lo’ak – thinking things like i love this man but he’s so reckless i dont wanna loose him – and shit. i trust you a 100% with this because I KNOW you're gonna make me giggle scream in my pillows and punch the air even if i read your grocery store list.

lmk if you need anything more! lots of love & kisses. 💘💘💕💞💘💖💗💓💗

Chosen | Lo'ak x fem!Omaticaya!reader (Smut)

A.N: Hello there! Sorry this took me so long, but I'm in the middle of exam season and also my birthday was last week and yea lots of stuffs going on. I hope my interpretation of your request will be everything you dreamed of, tbh I went a lil extra, but this story has literally been plaguing me for days and I loved writing it so much!

Summary: fem!Omaticaya!reader x Lo'ak, both reader and Lo'ak are 18/19 in this, usually I write 20+ characters but I was trying to keep the story as close as possible to Na'vi 'marriage traditions, according to them 15 is the age of maturity and I believe parents arrange marriages around that time, but if anyone is uncomfortable with this then please feel free to imagine the characters are older.

T.W.: NSFW, this is pr0n with feelings, but it is detailed. As always, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK OR ANY OF MY ACCOUNTS, thank you. Awkward first-time shenanigans, angst, fluff, and yeah if I missed anything please let me know.

T.W. 2: This turned into a whole ass fic so forewarning for mentions of blood, neglectful parenting, and a near-death experience for a main character.

Word count: 6.355

Mini dictionary for this fic:

Olo'eyktan = clan leader

Kaltxì! = hello

Oeru syaw... = My name is...

Ngaru tut? = And you are?

Sempul= father

Sa'nok= mother

Oe tìwayn...= I love...

Tsahik= spiritual leader

Yawne = beloved

Oeya- = My-

Oel ngati kameie = I see you

Nga yawne lu oer = I love you (You are beloved to me)

Kehe= no

If you have any Lo'ak requests, please send them my way!

Lo'ak had never been chosen for anything in his life.

For as long as he'd remembered, his parents had either been taking every spare moment they had to teach Neteyam the right path in life, so that he would one day be an Olo'eyktan fit enough to succeed his father or alternatively, dote on his sisters. It was at an embarrassingly young age when he discovered that he could have wandered off from the safety of his family and nobody would have taken much notice until the eclipse would come, and it was time to turn in.

Even on those occasions, Lo'ak would try to prove his worth by showing his father a creature he had caught or a place he had 'discovered', but his parents didn't really do much other than reprimand him for his reckless behavior.

"You know you were supposed to help me look after your baby sister today, why is it so hard for you to understand basic instructions?" His father would huff, dragging him back home while carrying Tuk on his shoulders. Lo'ak looked at her. She was a tiny infant, where could she have possibly gone by herself? And why did he have to stick around to look after her, while Neteyam and Kiri were out hunting with their mother?

Eventually, his disappearances stopped raising alarms, as his family had accepted Lo'ak would always find his way back or his brother would be the one to recuperate him. On these occasions, Lo'ak had tried to fit in with the rest of the clan but had quickly discovered his presence wasn't all that welcome among his peers. While they felt the need to respect him because he was the Olo'eyktan's son and Neteyam's brother, his quirks, specifically his hands and his speech pattern were too... different. Too human. A lot of Omaticayans his age had been orphaned as a consequence of the war against the sky people, and Lo'ak was just another reminder of what their presence had left behind. Not to mention he was also friends with Spider, an actual sky person, even though he was born on Pandora and knew nothing of Earth.

On a day like any other, Lo'ak and Spider were playing hide and seek just the two of them, a game Jake had taught them and was too 'human' sounding for the rest of their peers to want to join in, and Lo'ak had found the perfect hiding spot on a tree Spider was never going to be able to climb when a voice startled him so much, he almost fell out of the branch he'd been resting on.

"Kaltxì!" The little Na'vi girl his age greeted him enthusiastically while hanging upside down from the tree branch directly above him. Lo'ak stared at her and felt like prey in the split second it was about to be hit by an arrow. He had never seen such beautiful eyes. And he had never talked to a girl before, other than his sisters. "Oeru syaw y/n." She continued. "Ngaru tut?"

"L-Lo'ak." He managed to say, instinctively hiding his hands behind his back. She looked at him curiously, almost as if to ponder his silence. Then y/n seemed to have a sudden realization. "Now I know!" She exclaimed again loudly, along with switching her language register, but Lo'ak couldn't care less about losing his game of hide and seek with Spider anymore. "You are the Spider's friend. You speak the English. You see? I speak the English too. You can talk to me." Y/n announced rather diplomatically, not knowing that Lo'ak was perfectly capable of speaking Na'vi as well. "Friends?" She reached out her hand, her eyes brimming with hope.

Lo'ak nodded and smiled back at her, still at a loss for words, until he finally said: "Yes, friends." But he didn't dare to shake her hand. Y/n dropped down from the branch she'd been hanging from gracefully, her tail twitching as she inquired: "You are hurt?", trying to get a better look at his hands.

"No!" Lo'ak blurted out, and in doing so he inadvertently put his hands forward to keep y/n at a distance, while he was backed up against the tree trunk, with nowhere else to go except fall to his death. Y/n's comically large eyes took in the sight of his hands, examining them for signs of trauma. But there were none. Lo'ak braced himself for the inevitable rejection. "Big baby." She chided. "Nothing wrong with your hands, see?" Lo'ak let y/n hold his hands up to his face, and Spider found them like that the very next second.

"Ha-ha!" He panted, out of breath from climbing all the way up to where the two Na'vi hadn't been so quiet. "I. Win."

"Win?" Y/n asked, dropping Lo'ak's hands. "Is it a game? Can I play? Oh, and-and my friends as well. You will meet them now. Come."

Lo'ak realized then, that was what it must have felt like to be chosen by someone.

From that day onward, Lo'ak and y/n had been inseparable. He was the first person she'd pick to play on her team once he and Spider had been accepted by her friends, he was the first and sometimes only person she'd tell her 'secrets' to, and as they grew older they would only go out hunting if the other was with them. Ceremonies, dinners, you name it, Lo'ak and y/n were sitting next to each other, trying their best to keep their giggles and whispers at a low volume, something y/n really couldn't help, especially when Neteyam would turn around to reprimand his younger brother.

Y/n got gradually closer with his family as well over the years, being of big help with babysitting Tuk and escorting Kiri to Hellsgate with the rest of her siblings whenever she wanted to visit her mom. Her English had gotten progressively better, and she was as fluent of a speaker as the rest of the Sullys, regretfully owing a lot of her vocab to the two brothers. On a particular outing to the lab, Lo'ak had been in the middle of teasing Kiri about her conception, and y/n was quick to respond to him, intent on defending her friend.

"-their avatars, all alone in the forest-" Lo'ak goaded Kiri, and y/n cut him off before her best friend could insinuate anything else. "As if you would know anything about that, virgin!" His siblings laughed at this.

"Who are you calling virgin, virgin?" He'd snap back, and their argument would usually end up in a scuffle, which he was always the first one to pull away from.

Lo'ak hadn't realized how easy he had it back then, before... Well, before none of them no longer had time to be kids. The sky people came back around the time of Neteyam's 20th birthday, and yet somehow, that hadn't been the most devastating event Lo'ak was about to experience in the days to come.

"Lo'ak listen to me, and for Eywa's sake, don't run off until I'm done talking." Neteyam rested a hand on his shoulder, he had never seen such a pained expression on his brother's face before. "Sempul has been talking to me about responsibility and family, and-"

Lo'ak tsked, shaking his head. "Big surprise there, bro."

"Lo'ak..." Neteyam said sternly, and Lo'ak wondered when exactly had his brother become so much like their father. "I saw him and sa'nok talking to y/n's parents the other day. Saying stuff like she is the only one other than Kiri who truly understands Eywa's will. They've seen her healing abilities, she's been helping out with the war effort under Mo'at instructions. They want her to be the next tshaik, after mother."

Lo'ak couldn't stop the ugly frown that took over his features, and neither could he prevent himself from shoving his brother off him in disdain. "What are you saying?" He asked angrily, even though he already knew the answer to his question.

"You know what I'm saying, bro-"

"You're not my brother!" Lo'ak snarled, and for once in his life actually felt intimidating as he did so. Neteyam looked even more distraught than he had been a few seconds ago, but his agony was nowhere as close as the hell wreaking havoc inside Lo'ak. Y/n was the one thing Lo'ak had in this world that was truly his, and now he was going to have to stand aside while she married his brother. "I love her, I need her." He screamed, the pain in his chest was unlike anything he'd ever felt. "You don't-"

"Exactly, I don't." Neteyam said, trying to recover his younger brother from his anguish. "And I will say no to this union, but you know this decision is out of my hands-"

"Of course, you'll do anything as long as it doesn't interfere with you being the perfect son!" Lo'ak spat with tears in his eyes and Neteyam was quick to raise his voice, something that he almost never did. "Do not say that, Lo'ak. You know that is not true-"

But Lo'ak was done talking. And he had a feeling he didn't want to stick around for the evening ceremony either.

Y/n had remained deadly silent as her parents had given her the news. Tsahik, marriage, Neteyam. At one point it all started to become white noise in her head. All she could think about was Lo'ak. The day they'd both ridden their ikrans for the first time, and had stayed out well passed the eclipse. The hunting excursions, when it was just the two of them. Listening to human music on a device they'd stolen from the lab one time.

"Oe tìwayn Lo'ak." She'd never said it out loud to anyone, but it was true. She loved Lo'ak, and her parents simply couldn't understand. The younger Sully boy was nothing but a troublemaker, a complete mance to the clan and anyone else around him. They were never going to give their beautiful, talented daughter away to a five-fingered freak of nature, no matter how much she begged and pleaded with them.

Y/n felt like she was having an out-of-body experience, not even recollecting how she'd found herself sitting amongst the rest of the clan, as they all faced the tree of souls and the Olo'eyktan began to speak. She couldn't see Lo'ak anywhere. Y/n found it harder and harder to breathe. He was still her best friend, and she needed to tell him what was about to happen before his father announced it to everyone they knew. Lo'ak would have thought she'd have kept it secret from him, and y/n could never break his trust.

"It is with great pride and joy that today we-" The clan leader, Jake Sully, had stopped talking in the middle of his speech and was now looking directly at her. In fact, everybody was. Y/n only then realized she'd stood up while everyone else was still sitting down. Neytiri walked up to her, wiping the tears from her face. Y/n hadn't even realized she'd been crying. "Child, you do not look well." She spoke warmly as if she were speaking to one of her own daughters.

Y/n's tail was twitching violently, still looking around for Lo'ak as she took in a shaky breath. "It is Lo'ak." She managed to say. "He is not here." Y/n whined and her parents decided to step in. "Sit down, daughter. You are disrespecting the clan leader. End this foolishness at once!" But Neytiri was quick to be concerned, asking Neteyam for answers about his brother's whereabouts. "He could not be here. And I do not blame him."

Jake finally decided to have his say. The only fool around had been him, if he'd only now realized the love Lo'ak and y/n had for each other, if the look in her eyes and Lo'ak's disappearance from her side had been anything to go by. "Every single one of our people is allowed to speak their mind. Y/n has not disrespected me, or anyone else." Jake reassured her parents. Y/n saw no other way out for herself, and she knew she was either going to have to say the truth now or forever be silent. "Forgive me, Olo'eyktan. Forgive me, Neytiri. I know I am promised to your eldest son, and I know you wish for me to be tsahik one day. These are the two greatest honors I could ever ask from Eywa herself, and I am grateful. Nothing should be more important to me than looking after the clan, especially now, in a time of war... but my heart, it belongs to your youngest son. It belongs to Lo'ak. It always has. And because I know I would be doing the clan a disservice, that I would be undermining your authority and Mo'at's, I am prepared to be exiled from the clan or pay whatever other punishment in light of my failure."

A loud ruckus erupted as soon as y/n had finished her speech, her parents, in particular, trying to undermine everything she'd just said, while everybody else began to give their opinion on the matter. "Where is he? Your demon son? Can he not even vouch for the woman he has clearly seduced?"

Neteyam could still hear the clan squabbling from where he eventually found his brother. His usual hiding place. "When you are done sulking" He said, announcing his presence before grabbing Lo'ak by the scruff of his neck. "Maybe you could come back and stand by y/n side. She is talking of leaving the clan-" Neteyam's eyes widened as he saw the deep claw marks that ran from Lo'ak's chest all the way down to his left side. Lo'ak was clutching his abdomen, his hands covered in blood.

"Lo'ak, look at me... bro!" Neteyam's voice cracked. "I'm taking you home now, understand? You're going to be fine..."

"I thought... If I could be... a mighty warrior... like you..." Lo'ak murmured, a faint smile on his face. "Maybe... "

But he didn't get to finish that sentence, because a blood-curdling scream had just pierced through both of their ears. Y/n had known about every single one of Lo'ak hiding places too, and it hadn't taken her long to find him. It was almost as if she'd already known, deep within her bones, that he had gone and hurt himself, yet nothing could have prepared her for seeing him like this. "Yawne, what have you done? what have you done?" She wailed and kissed his face, trying to put pressure on his wounds. Neteyam had to separate them, his priority was to take Lo'ak back to Mo'at in time, even though he was just as devastated as y/n.

Y/n didn't leave Lo'ak's side for a single second over the following days. She carried him home with Neteyam. She helped Mo'at and Neytiri heal him. She stayed by his bed until he finally regained consciousness. "Oeya-Lo'ak, you are awake!" Y/n embraced him, mindful of his recovering wounds. Lo'ak pulled away from y/n enough to look into her eyes. "You see me. Only you see me." He said, touching her face gently as she nodded, pressing her forehead against his. "Oel ngati kameie." Y/n whispered, and Lo'ak could have cried when he heard those words leave her lips. "Nga yawne lu oer, y/n. I see you."

Lo'ak came to know of her and Neteyam's refusal to be together, of the rift it had cut between y/n and her parents. How she'd stood up in front of them and the entire clan to declare that she loved him and she would sooner be exiled than belong to anyone else other than him. Amongst the Omaticaya there were some who were certain Lo'ak had taken advantage of y/n, so that he could trap her in being with him, knowing full well Lo'ak would have never lived up to his brother's perfect image. All of this enraged him. He could no longer withstand being on bedrest while wild accusations were being made on y/n. On his mate.

She hissed at him while he tried to get up, and his siblings were having none of it either, when his parents finally turned up to see him. Lo'ak took in their expressions. He had never seen them so worn out with worry. Both Neytiri and Jake embraced their youngest son, dutifully checking on him. After making sure he had eaten, and with Mo'at's permission, his parents asked for everyone except y/n to leave.

By the time his parents had also left, Lo'ak and y/n were promised to each other.

Lo'ak was on strict orders to recuperate from his run-in with a thanator over the coming weeks and was forced to get updates about the ongoing war from Kiri and Tuk. Neteyam and y/n would visit every day, but now that y/n had stepped down as future Tsahik, she was determined to make herself useful by replacing her mate in the war effort until he got better. Neteyam had sworn to Lo'ak that he would have kept y/n safe, but it didn't stop Lo'ak from trying to escape his grandmother's watchful eye so he too could be out on the battlefield with his yawne. Where he belonged.

"Oeya-Lo'ak, you are still recovering." Y/n would complain to him almost every night when she came back to be by his side. Truthfully, she was scared. The second the excuses for making him stay behind ran out, Lo'ak could have gone back to playing a reckless game with his own life. And now, her own life was tied to his. She had gotten hurt fighting the sky people, yes, but nothing could have ever come close to the visceral pain that had ripped through her the day she thought she had lost him forever. Sometimes it made her even too scared to get closer to him, of sharing everything of herself and then suddenly being left behind without ever being able to cope with that loss.

Y/n was on the verge of losing her mind, she was certain because the instinctive need to protect her own heart was more often than not overcome by a different type of need. Y/n had felt low echoes of it when she and Lo'ak had been growing up, whenever he'd wrap his tail around her leg or he'd be standing right behind her, his arms circling hers as he taught her how to shoot an arrow. Now that need was stronger than ever, and she knew what name to give it. Tìnew. Desire.

And she didn't know what to do with it. In fact, she felt ashamed. Lo'ak was still hurt, and all she could think about while she was in the middle of checking on his progress, was wondering what it would be like to run her hands across his body in a different type of way. Her other friends had all already mated, she knew. Y/n wondered sometimes if Lo'ak did not find her beautiful, if he regretted choosing her, but could no longer back out of his decision. He did not seem to want her, in fact, over the following weeks, he seemed to struggle greatly with the feeling of her touch. Something which had never happened before.

Little did she know that Lo'ak was struggling just as much as she was. Y/n's touch burned in such a delicious manner, Lo'ak could not have described it in his own words if he tried. All he knew was it left him starved and aching for more whenever she would eventually have to leave. But he could not initiate anything real while he was still in that state. He could see the sorrow in her eyes every time she'd look at his wounds, and he knew his recklessness had scarred her. And in turn, it had changed him. Eywa as his witness, he no longer wanted to hear y/n scream so viscerally as she had done the night he'd almost died. He needed to be a better person. If not for his sake, then for her own. Y/n was his responsibility now.

Soon he was back on his feet again, and ready to face the rest of the clan. Y/n would now sit amongst his family and Lo'ak was always glued to her side, ready to hiss or growl at anyone who so much as looked at his mate the wrong way. Y/n loved sitting between his legs with his chest to her back, wanting nothing more than to show off her mate to the rest of the clan. She noted that since his recovery, Lo'ak had been less inclined to chat or make jokes like he usually did when they both had to sit through another one of Jake's boring speeches before dinner. It made her sad, since Lo'ak's jokester side was one of the things she loved most about him, but she understood he was going through a lot.

It was on one of these occasions y/n decided to soothe her mate by reaching for his braid, bringing it to rest over her shoulder so she could play with it absentmindedly. Lo'ak realised only after a few minutes that her ministrations were making him purr. Him. Purr. In public. His hands dug into her hips and he hid his face in her neck, trying to keep quiet. "Yawne, you need to stop that... please..." Lo'ak whispered so only she could hear, her hands dangerously close to his queue. Y/n frowned and turned back to look at him. "Did I hurt you?" She asked in concern, reaching out to touch his face. Lo'ak felt his cheeks flare up with heat. He wanted to give her some cocky response, but in truth, he was scared. "No, no. You could never hurt me, y/n... it's more... the opposite." How could anyone want to be with him in that way? To physically bind themselves to him for the rest of their life? Hadn't he taken enough from y/n already?

"The opposite?" She asked, ears bent downwards and still not understanding. "If it makes you feel good, then why would I stop? I like hearing you purr..." Lo'ak tried once again to hide his blush by looking away but to no avail. Y/n's tail wrapped around his own then, preventing him from furiously whacking it against the ground every few seconds, like he always did when he was nervous. "It's just... I—"

All it took was for y/n to look him dead in the eye for her to understand. Eventually she would always see through him. "You wish to mate with me."

A nervous cough overcame Lo'ak as soon as y/n had said those words, making quite a few of their clan members turn towards him and shake their heads in disappointment. Y/n immediately grabbed some water for him to drink.

"Y-yes." He finally managed to say, not sure if he was ever going to recover from such an embarrassing display.

"But... I was certain... you did not desire me. That maybe, you loved me but did not find me beautiful..." Y/n confessed and Lo'ak realized what an absolute skxawng he'd been. The entire time he'd spent feeling sorry for himself and trying to be a better 'version' of himself for y/n, to stop getting in harm's way and taking every aspect of his life more seriously, he'd ended up neglecting his mate. The two of them had probably been the only couple to have waited so long, and he couldn't imagine what kind of reasons y/n had to come up with to explain his 'disinterest'. Clearly, he'd made her feel less than worthy, and it devastated him.

Lo'ak placed one of his hands over y/n's jaw, tilting her face upwards to look at him. "I never, ever want to hear you say that, yawne." He pulled her lower back snugly towards him until she could feel how hard he was for her, making her let out a shaky breath as she turned away from Lo'ak but pressed back against him even more. "Can't you feel how badly I want you? How badly I've always wanted you?" Y/n nodded, trying to look stoically in front of her as if nothing was going on. As if Lo'ak's words weren't making her heart feel like it was going to burst at any minute. As if it would make things any better, y/n reached for one of Lo'ak's hands and held it close to her breastplate, trying to slow her heartbeat down. "Your little heart is beating so fast..." Lo'ak spoke against her braids. "So is yours!" Y/n snapped at him in a low voice, making Lo'ak chuckle. She could feel the beat of his heart against her back.

She wondered if the rest of the clan members could tell what was going on. Y/n didn't want to disrespect Lo'ak's family a second time. But nobody seemed to be taking any notice of them, except the handful of jealous fuckers who eyed y/n whenever they thought he wasn't looking. Lo'ak wondered if they could tell she was shaking in his arms just because of his words. "You don't see the way they look at you? How much they hate me because you're mine?" He asked, placing a hand dangerously close to her inner thigh.

"I don't care about the others. I never have." Y/n sighed leaning back against him.

It was a long wait for everyone else to go to sleep and leave the Tree of Souls empty that night. Sure, they could have gone some place else, considering how worked up the two of them had gotten, but Lo'ak wanted to do things the right way. This was the one thing in his life that he was not going to half-ass or screw up.

Y/n had put him first since the day she'd met him and Lo'ak was going to spend the rest of the night, no, the rest of his life, showing her just how she made him feel every single day.

"You are worrying again..." Y/n noticed, pulling him down to sit next to her. Lo'ak had been overfixating on finding the perfect spot for them to lay down. "I am worried too..." She confessed touching his face. Lo'ak frowned, wrapping his arms around her waist. "We do not need to do this... if you've changed your mind..."

"Kehe! Of course not..." Y/n climbed on top of him, laying across his chest as she kissed him. "I am afraid of losing you... always." Lo'ak really didn't know what to say to those words, because he knew in his heart she was right and he could not argue. He felt exactly the same way about her, but he'd given y/n plenty of reason not to trust he'd stay out of harm's way. "What if... what if I am to carry your child and you don't come back to me? What then?"

The notion of getting y/n pregnant made Lo'ak revert to blushing and scrambling his words, and she blushed as well, realizing she had been somewhat blunt. Lo'ak hardly ever saw her blush and it truly was a sight to behold. "I promise. Eywa as my witness, I will always come back to you, yawne. Always. " As he said those words, Lo'ak didn't even feel like he was himself anymore, but he was certain he meant them.

Y/n brought both of her hands to his face and kissed him again, deeply this time. It was languid and desperate, almost as if she'd been waiting for that promise for a very long time. Lo'ak groaned as she run her tongue over his fangs, pulling away to graze his teeth over her neck and making her gasp. He sat up to get some leverage and asked his mate permission before sinking his teeth into her skin, marking her permanently.

"Lo'ak!" Y/n cried, digging her nails into his back as he lapped up the blood running down her neck. She gave him a sharp bite too, just over his shoulder, in retaliation, making him chuckle. "I'm sorry yawne, let me make it up to you..."

"You better, skxawng!" She huffed, shoving his chest playfully, even if the act of being marked had made the pressure between her legs so unbearable it was beginning to hurt. Lo'ak laughed again and y/n hissed at him meakly, ears drawn back. Why did his laugh also have to... have an effect on her?

"So I'm a skxawng, now?" Lo'ak asked in amusement as he kissed his way down her neck, deciding to get rid of her piece of clothing with his mouth also. It didn't take Y/n long to notice, Lo'ak's hands were no longer on her body, in fact he was leaning against them, only reaching out to touch her if he needed to hold her in place for a few seconds. He was still insecure about them, after all those years, and it would have broken her heart if Lo'ak hadn't been in the middle of making her feel so good. "I thought I was your yawne—"

Y/n got rid of her top piece herself and brought Lo'ak's hands to her breasts. His confidence seemed to leave him then. "You are my yawne. But you are also a skxawng... " She sighed softly through her nose. "I want you to use your hands on me, Lo'ak." Y/n told him, searching for his eyes as one of her hands guided his own over her breast.

"Y-yes. I know... it's just..."

Lo'ak's mind completely blanked the second y/n brought his other hand to her mouth, kissing every single one of his fingers before wrapping her lips around his index and middle finger, sucking around them. She took them as deep in her mouth as she could before pulling away again, enjoying the sight of her flustered mate. "Your hands are beautiful. And they're mine." She whispered, kissing the pad of his thumb. Lo'ak ran his thumb over her bottom lip, and reached back for her queue, bringing it together with his own.

"Nga yawne lu oer, I want to be with you, like this, forever." Lo'ak murmured before making the connection between them. Y/n jolted in his arms, hanging on to his neck for dear life. She'd known the tsaheylu would have felt good, intense even. But she could not have anticipated half of what she was feeling at that moment. Lo'ak's heart was beating so hard, she could feel it in her own chest, battling against her own. And he wanted her... Eywa, he wanted her so bad he could have died from it.

Lo'ak saw inside y/n too, and wasted no time in tugging her forward in a searing kiss. She arched into him and squeezed her thighs around his middle, squirming in his lap as he finally let his inhibitions go. "Want this off--off..." Y/n protested at the sight of his loincloth, rudely tugging at it without much regard for the fact Lo'ak wouldn't have anything to wear the following morning if she destroyed his clothes.

Lo'ak grinned and helped her, finally getting some of his cheeky attitude back. "Who knew my y/n could be so needy—" Her hand on his cock however was enough to make him shut up, well, curse under his breath more like. Y/n meanwhile was completely enthralled with what she was doing, enjoying the feeling of Lo'ak's shaft hardening and leaking under her touch. The fact he was falling apart from it was just an added bonus. "Where were you hiding all this?" She teased and Lo'ak was certain the woman in his arms was going to be the death of him.

"S-shut up..." He whined, struggling to even remember his name when she twisted her wrist and added just the right amount of pressure, making Lo'ak buck up into her hand instinctively. "Shit, y/n, you're being really... d-distracting right now... you need to give me... ah... a break, okay yawne?"

Against every fiber of his being, Lo'ak gently removed her hand. She frowned "Oh? But I like playing with your—"

"Kehe! None of that either..." Lo'ak reprimanded her softly and she giggled. "Let me focus on you, please? I've been waiting for so long..." Y/n nodded, smiling shyly at his words. "Honestly..." Lo'ak mumbled, kissing down the slope of her breasts, having hooked his arms underneath her thighs to hold her higher up. "Only you could get all shy... at something like that... and not about jerking me off..." Y/n loved to listen to Lo'ak talk to her while he drove her crazy with his hands and mouth. The second Lo'ak figured her nipples were particularly sensitive, she was a goner. She mewled and whined as he abused them with his mouth, and tugged harshly on his braids, which only seemed to encourage him further.

Her remaining piece of clothing was completely soaked, and y/n had to resort to rutting herself down against his thigh to get any sort of friction. "Shit..." Lo'ak cursed, realising he'd completely neglected that aspect of things. "Yawne, you're so wet... is this where you need me?" He cooed and Y/n nodded, crying out from the relief of feeling Lo'ak push a single long digit inside of her. She was ready for him, had been for a while, but that didn’t seem to matter because Lo'ak had just discovered how much he loved taking her apart with his fingers. He wanted to eat up every single reaction he could get out of her, hooked on the feeling of her slick running down his skin and the deep purring sounds she'd make if he stroked the most inner walls of her core.

"L-Lo'ak... Lo'ak please... I don't know what's happening..." she sobbed, the coil that had been building in the pit of her stomach was about to snap and it felt so good and so foreign at the same time, y/n didn't know what was about to happen. Lo'ak stilled immediately, afraid he'd been hurting his mate, but then he understood. He didn't know if it was through their bond, or something else, but he just knew. "Just hold on to me, yawne." He asked he to trust him, not faltering his rhythm inside her for a second. "Trust me, I know it's scary, but you're about to feel so good. So, so good... I promise..."

The only thing better than watching his mate come apart was feeling her pleasure radiate through their bond. Lo'ak watched y/n in complete and utter adoration, holding her through the aftermath until her breathing went back to normal. "Lo'ak..."

"What is it, yawne...?"

"Don't make me wait anymore..." Y/n laid herself down on the grass, pulling Lo'ak down to be on top of her. It was so dark now so could perfectly make out all the luminous freckles on his body. He entered her slowly, immediately feeling like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs. Y/n was slick, warm and impossibly tight around him. It took everything he had not to fuck her senseless right then and there.

Y/n on her part wanted Lo'ak to be as close to her as it was physically possible. She wanted his body to completely cover her own, feel his entire weight bare down on her. "I'm right here, y/n..." He reassured her as he began to move, listening to her soft moans. "I see you."

It didn't take long for y/n to start meeting his thrusts, whining that he go faster. "I don't want you to stop, Lo'ak... you can't—" She had never felt so good in her life, and she begged to Eywa that the morning would never come if this was what the rest of their night was going to be like.

"No, 'm not gonna stop, yawne..." Lo'ak quelled her worries with a kiss, and lifted her hips upwards to hold them in place. The new angle made y/n cry out his name, and Lo'ak held her like that, one arm around her middle and his other hand splayed out across her stomach to keep her still as he fucked her in earnest. The nature of that raw act made her cum again, this time without warning as she clamped down on his cock.

Lo'ak wasn't that far behind her either. "Good. That's my good girl..." He praised, reaching out for her hand as she intertwined their fingers together. "Yawne... y/n I'm going to cum now... " He was about to make himself pull away, since they hadn't really discussed that sort of thing, but y/n locked her legs around his waist. "Inside me..." She whined with a shudder, a little overestimated by that point. That was more than enough to tip Lo'ak over the edge. He groaned, fucking his load inside y/n for what felt like an eternity. He'd never come so much and for so long.

Afterwards he found that he couldn't pull away from his mate. Y/n was particularly adamant that he stay inside of her even while they slept, and it didn’t fail to make Lo'ak grin like an idiot. "Can I at least turn as around so you can sleep more comfortably? I promise you, you can have my dick back in a second..."

She hissed at him, dismounting from him herself. "Only you could ruin a romantic moment like that, skxawng..."

Lo'ak hugged her from behind, kissing the bite mark he'd left on her neck. "So I'm back to being a skxawng? You know I liked the things you were calling me before a lot better..." He teased, doing a very poor impression of her moaning, which made y/n give his tail a sharp tug.

He did the same in retaliation and the ended up in one of their usual play-fights, only this time, Lo'ak didn't eventually shy away from her touch. Once they'd both finally worn each other out, Lo'ak wrapped his arms tightly around y/n as she rested on top of him.

"Y/n..." He whispered, wandering if she was still awake. Luckily she was already fast asleep. "Thank you. For choosing me."

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intoxicated-chan · 1 year

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Hey so I was wondering if you could do an Valeria x f reader where the reader goes to infiltrate the cartel instead of soap and the reader gets like scared and starts tearing up a lil bit yk?

Anyways thanks if you do it 🫶

Learn and Convince Me

♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Valeria Garza x F!141!Reader

♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // With the rest of the men being too military, you went instead but what you hoped would be a walk in a park became a fear for your life.

♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // Thanks for requesting! Sorry for the errors in the Spanish translations… Yes I did use google translate, please don’t look at me like that. I decided to make this a bit longer since I feel like there wasn’t enough Valeria in it. I hope this is all to your liking and hope you enjoy it!

♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 3k

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Female reader, violence, murder, profanity, blood, guns, drugs, death, horrible flirting, pet names (cariño, crybaby?), incorrect medical stuff…

“I’ll do it.”

Why the hell did you do it? Like Ghost said, make your presence known and show that you mean no harm. Like it was so easy for him… You peer from the car, with no radio in your ear and no weapon, fear became known when the guard caught sight of you. They shouted, guns aimed. One marched over and dragged you forward and pushed you down to your knees.

“¡¿Quien diablos eres tú?!” (Who the hell are you?!) Feeling the barrel of his gun pushing into your head, and arms held high.

“I’m (Y/n) (L/n).” You spoke, not even attempting to look up from the ground, “I have information that El Sin Nombre would like to hear, I can tell him who attacked them.” One guard stepped aside, speaking into his comms.

“Stand up.” He ordered.

Even with your pace, the other grabbed your arms while the other threw a bag over your head and roughly pushed you forward. You were lucky not to fall on your feet, but you continued your way blindly into the mansion of one of El Sin Nombre’s members.

You could hear whispers of others in the mansion, some in Spanish and some in english. All eyes were on you as two guards held their grip on you, leading you to the elevator. You were too focused on memorizing the path that the two left you alone and another was waiting for you.

Suddenly the bag was pulled off your head and you were faced with a man, “You’re alive.” Alejandro spoke, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You let out a sigh of relief, “Alejandro, thank god it’s you.”

“Listen…” He comes in closer, “Give them good intel, American PMCs, the Shadow Company, Mexican Special Forces, everything.”

“Even you?”

The elevator doors open before he can speak, Alejandro steps to the side to which you are greeted with a new face, Diego, “¿Es esta ella?” (Is this her?) The man asks Alejandro who nods, “¿Cómo se llama ella?” (What is her name?)

“...(Y/n).” You answer.

Diego laughs at the tone of your voice, “¿Trajiste una perra tímida?” (You brought a shy bitch?) It was difficult to tell if he was angry or not. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt, “Listen here.” His breath reeks, he smells of gunpowder and men’s body spray, “You give me some good information or I’ll let my boys finally have some fun.” He laughs in your face, finally letting go of your shirt, “Get the fuck out of my elevator.”

Another man pushes you out of the elevator, seeing it close on Alejandro, “This is my house. That means you don’t meet the boss until I say so. You don’t speak unless spoken to. Y lo mas importante (And the most important thing) tell the who fucking truth.” Diego is brought to a halt when one of his men is sniffing cocaine, you don’t need to watch what’s gonna happen, all you need is the sound of Diego’s fist coming into contact with the man, and his shoe stomping on his face.

You open your eyes before Diego can see, “Las Almas is at war. You want to win? Don’t disobey.” The guard following you pushes you again, “That is how the organization survives, and that is why the boss is here tonight.” Diego brings you to a door.

“El Sin Nombre is here?”

“Heh, no... Sin Nombre’s personal sicaria is.” Diego opens the door as he and you enter the room. A woman and another guard with three soldiers tied to their chairs, one is struggling against the bag tied over his head, the other is alive and not harmed, but the third…

“Valeria, il y en a une de plus.” (Valeria, there’s one more.) Diego walks down the steps, leaving you standing there, “A gringa.” He stands next to Valeria who eyes you carefully.

“Come…” Valeria pushes the dead soldier off the chair, “Take a seat.” You’re slow to move down the steps, shaking, “We don’t bite, that’s unless you tell us something we don’t want to hear.” She warns, giving you a push of encouragement.

You sit in the chair, anxiety feeling your stomach as well as worry, was it the right choice to offer yourself up so quickly?

“¿Quién es?” (Who’s this?) Valeria asks Diego.

“Su nombre es (Y/n). Ella vino a nosotros.” (Her name is (Y/n). She came to us.)

Valeria walks behind Diego, “¿En serio? ¿Y la dejaste entrar?” (Really? And you let her in?)

“Ella dijo que tiene información-” (She said she has information-)

Valeria kicks Diego behind and brings him to his knees, then she takes her knife and holds it close to Diego’s face, “¡No la conocemos y ha visto caras!” (We don’t know her and she’s seen our faces!)

“Valeria, necesitamos la información. Ella podría ayudarnos.” (Valeria, we need the intel. She could help us.)

Valeria drags her knife across Diego’s face, “Ella debería o después de que la mate, estarás en la silla.” (She should, or after I kill her, you’ll be in the chair.)

Valeria releases Diego, who gets up and rubs his throat. Valeria unholsters her pistol and walks up to you. With a happy and kind smile spread across her face, she pats your leg when she comes in close.

“¡Niños y niñas! (Boys and girls!) This is simple. I ask questions. You answer truthfully. Do not lie to me.” knowing she meant Nunez, “Recently someone attacked us up in the mountains while we were protecting a friend... Who?” Now looking at Nunez.

Nunez shakes under her glare, “Era un caos... yo no-” (It was chaos… I didn’t-)He stammers before Valeria angrily cuts him off.

“¡En inglés!” (In english!) You could’ve swore you saw him jump the second he heard her shout.

“I-I think it was the Rivals Cartel.” Nunez finally comes up with his answer.

Valeria cocks her head to the side, then turns to you, “Your turn, cariño. Who attacked us?”

You feel your hands start to sweat, feeling your heart beat rapidly, “It… It wasn’t cartel.”

“Then who was it?” Valeria asks, coming in closer.

“...I-It was-” Suddenly you’re pistol whipped.

“¡¿Podrías responder más lenta?!” (Could you answer any slower?!) Valeria growls growing frustrated, “Who attacked us? Or do I need to beat the answer out of you?”

Your vision went hazy for a second before focusing. Your head sting, letting out a hiss which made Valeria more irritated.

She again pistol whips you, “Answer me!”

“Valeria!” Diego shouts, “We need her alive.”

You hear her scoff as a warm feeling falls down your face and onto your lap. You’re beginning to bleed, “I’ll ask one more time, who attacked us?”

“It was Mexican Special Forces.” You finally speak, giving her a satisfying answer. She backs off and you let out a soft groan.

“We found the bodies… Fuerzas Especiales.” She smirks. She now looks back at Nunez, “Now, how would an outsider know they were Mexican Special Forces and not you?”

“M-Maybe she was there!” Nunez said.

“Tú también estabas allí, imbécil. Tal vez ella también…” (You were there, asshole. Maybe she was too…) Diego offered Valeria another question.

“Were you there?” Valeria asks, her grip tightening around her pistol.

“I-I was.” You spoke before she could even lift her arm threateningly.

“Looks like you’re learning.” Valeria comments, “So then, there were outsiders helping the Mexican Special Forces… Who were they?” Asking another.

“W-We heard them yelling, some in English. They were with the-”

“Enough.” Valeria ordered, “Your turn.” Now looking at you, again her grip tightens on her pistol.

“Shadow Company, private military companies.” You tell her, feeling more of your blood.

Valeria takes a few steps back and confers with Diego, “Los vaqueros están trabajando con mercenarios…” (Los Vaqueros are working with Mercenaries…)

“Esas malditas serpientes.” (Those damn snakes.)

“¡¿Verás?! ¡Yo tenía razón!” (You see?! I was right!)

Valeria scoffs and comes back to her original place, “Can you even prove this ‘Shadow Company’ even exists?” She asks Nunez whose face shows fear.

“H-How can I prove this…?”

She turns to you, “What about you cariño? What proof do you have?” Again ready to whip you.

“My pocket. Left.” You feel her left hand pull the patch out of your pocket.

Valeria hums, observing the insignia, “How did you get this cariño? Come on.”

“Off one of the dead Shadow.” You lie.

“I’ve told you before that I do not like lying.” Valeria hands the insignia to Diego, she comes in closer than she was before, “I’ll give you one more chance, who?” You feel the cold serrated steel against your neck, slowly pressing into your skin, burning…

“I-It was given to me!”

Valeria sighs loudly, dramatically, “You were doing so good.” Shaking her head, pulling the knife back. But she doesn’t move, still too close, “Now, who leads this Shadow Company? Give me a name.”

“Phillip Graves.”

“And is he the one who gave you the proof?”

“...Yes.”

Valeria moves back, “See? That wasn’t that hard.”

“Fill Graves… Me gustan.” (Fill Graves. I like that.) Diego smirks.

“This man… Graves… What does he want?”

“He wants the Iranian you’re protecting, Hassan.”

“¿Cómo sabes eso?” (How do you know that?) Diego asks, getting in Valeria’s way and now the one in your face, “Answer me! How the fuck do you know?!”

You choked on your words, trying to come up with a reason that’ll not blow your cover. But you couldn’t find any, you shook under his glare, his voice scared the ever lasting shit out of you.

Diego is pushed back, “¡Bastardo! No te atrevas a interponerte en mi camino.” (Bastard! Don’t you dare get in my way.) Valeria warns him, she then looks at you, “But like he said, how do you know?” Valeria spoke in a more softer tone but you knew the venom behind it as she was filled with it.

“I-I… um…” You couldn’t say it, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t risk blowing not only your cover but Alejandro who was still somewhere in the penthouse. Your eyes begin to water as you panic, “I…”

“What? You what?” Valeria asks, “Don’t you lie.” She warns.

You’re tearing up and now head hanging low, you say, “...I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” You don’t respond but you shake your head, refusing to answer. Valeria grabs your hair and pulls your head up, she sees you beginning to tear up, “Oh, now you’re gonna cry? Like a little crybaby.” She growls, she releases your hair, “Go on, cry!”

“¡No puedes confiar en ella, no puedes! ¡Te lo estoy diciendo!” (You can’t trust her, you can’t! I'm telling you!) Nunez shouts.

“¡No nos ha dicho nada!” (You haven’t told us anything!) Valeria retorts, looking at Diego.

“Te pagamos bien, y este llorón sabe más que tú.” (We pay you well, and this crybaby knows more than you.) Diego comes around as Valeria holsters her pistol.

“Es hora de matar a este inútil hijo de puta.” (It’s time to kill this worthless son of a bitch.)

“Con mucho gusto Valeria.” (With pleasure, Valeria.)

Nunez is next to beg and begin to cry, sobbing on his words, he shuts his eyes as he could hear the sound of Diego’s gun before the sound of the gun going off makes you jolt and turn away. Diego comes back to Valeria’s side who is just staring at you.

“Mira a este llorón.” (Look at this crybaby.) Valeria snickers with Diego, “But I do love the ones that cry.” She comes back again, taking your chin into her hand, titling your head to look at her, “I’ll let it slide… For now.”

Again, Valeria unsheathes her knife, and cuts on the zip tie off, “You’re bleeding all over the place, get this llorona fixed up, I’ll have your head if she dies.” Valeria walks out of the room.

“To be clear we are not done with you.” As you walk towards the open door, you take one final glimpse at Nunez’s body, “¡Vamos, llorona! (Come on, crybaby!) We don’t have all day.”

You follow back into the elevator with Diego and you see Valeria waiting, you’re pushed again inside. You feel cornered, maybe because you are cornered, feeling so small and helpless…

It wasn’t long before Diego’s inside, swiping his keycard on the sensor before pushing the three buttons on the elevator wall, “Los Vaqueros se están moviendo rápido.” (Los Vaqueros are moving fast.)

“When can I talk to him?” You ask, quickly regretting your choice of words.

“Valeria is going to speak with the boss, now. You will wait with the others.” Diego tells you.

“I have a feeling El Sin Nombre will be very interested in talking to you.” The elevator doors open to outside where another guard is there waiting, “Fix her up and keep a close eye on her, I have a feeling she’ll try something.” Valeria orders.

“Sí, señora.” (Yes, ma’am.) The guard has a tight grip on your arm, pushing you up against the glass, ready to pat you down.

Alejandro appears, “Lo tengo. Te necesitan afuera.” (I got it. They need you outside.)

“Bueno. Dale una máscara y obsérvala. Haz algo con el sangrado también.” (Okay. Give her a mask and watch her. Do something with the bleeding too.)

Alejandro begins to pat you down until the guard is no longer in view, “¿Qué mierda te hicieron? (What the fuck did they do to you?) He brings you into one of the bathrooms, sitting you down on the toilet.

“Valeria. Pistol. Head.”

“She pistol whipped you?”

“Two times.”

“Two times?”

“Or was it three?”

“Fuck.” Alejandro curses, “Ghost, we have a problem.”

“What is it?”

“(Y/n) my have a concussion, and it looks like a bad one.” Alejandro holds your arm to keep you upright.

“Bloody hell, they must have a good arm. Soap get in there.”

“What about (Y/n)?”

“I’ll leave (Y/n) here, you’ll be taking her place.” Soap appears suddenly, nearly scaring Alejandro.

“El Sin Nombre is on the third floor.”

“We’ll be back.” Alejandro hands you a pistol, “Let’s go Soap.” Handing the mask to Soap, “Comms are hooked in.”

“We’ll need a keycard.”

“Diego has it.” You tell them.

“Just don’t sleep.” Soap warns before following Alejandro out and turning off the lights. You hid from view and from the door, anyone could walk in and that’s what scared you the most. Your head felt heavy and your eyes were ready to shut, it was a struggle to stay awake in a quiet environment.

But you were jolted awake by shouting outside, “¡¿Dónde diablos está ella?!” (Where the hell is she?!) It wasn’t just any guard, Diego… He was marching through the halls of his penthouse looking for you.

“¡Se suponía que debías vigilarla!” (You were supposed to watch her!)

“¡Me dijeron que me necesitabas afuera y cuando regresé ya no estaba!” (They told me you need me outside and when I came back it was gone!) The guard tried explaining, obviously scared.

“¡¿Qué tan estúpido eres?!” (How stupid are you?!)

His voice became louder and louder, and stopped at the bathroom you were in, “¡Lo siento señor! Te prometo que la encontraré.” (I’m sorry sir! I promise I will find her.)

“Será mejor porque él te despellejará vivo.” (You better because he'll skin you alive.) The doors are slammed open, scanning through the room. Did you forget to say that you shoved yourself into the cabinet under the sink, a tiny movement would make a sound but your pistol was aimed right at the doors.

“Señor, Valeria lo está buscando.” (Sir, Valeria is looking for you.)

“Bueno.” (Alright.) He walks away with the guard.

The instant relief washed over and you quickly relaxed, but your eyes were too heavy to stop them from closing on you. All you heard was you dropping your pistol and a thud of your head lightly hitting the cabinet, falling asleep.

“How’s the damage?”

“She received a head injury which caused the bleeding and considering she was hit twice, there was no internal bleeding, only external. We have her hooked up to an IV and she may receive additional transfusions later. I recommend that she physically and mentally rest to recover.”

“For how long?”

“At least two days, limit activities that require thinking and mental concentration.”

“That means she’ll be put on bed rest?”

“Yes.”

How many hours passed since that conversation you overheard. You sneaked out of your room late at night and headed towards one of the buildings, where you found a shipment container. Slowly you opened the door and found Valeria leaned up against the wall.

“I see you’re still walking.”

“And you’re still talking.”

“When I say I’m surprised, I am. I didn’t think you had the nerve to sneak into the penthouse and lie to me. It explains everything.” Valeria now stands.

“Then you understand how I was able to get the insignia for the Shadow Company. I offered myself to get in and Graves gave me the proof I needed.”

“Come on, cariño. Talking to me like I’m a criminal.”

You scoff, “Because you are a criminal, hoarding a terrorist while a narco. You think it’s good for business and I say you are just digging your own grave.”

“You dug yours the second you stepped foot on my grounds.” Valeria gets in your face, “This isn’t what’s good for you cariño. I know it, Alejandro knows it, hell I think that gringo knows it too.”

“I can’t wait to watch you burn.”

“You’ll be burning with me, cariño.” Valeria laughs, “We’ll burn the world together, I can be very convincing.”

“...Then convince me, I don’t have all night.”

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murdockussy · 2 years

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Could we get something sweet and spicy with obi-wan? Maybe he sees the reader for the first time since the order fell apart?

Absolutely loved writing this one! Thankyou for your request, and I hope you love it!!

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Hearts Finally Mending

Warnings: death references, a lil ROTS sadness, and SMUT SMUT SMUT

Words: 7,000 ish (sorry not sorry)

Whoever said ‘you heal with time’ was a complete liar. For your case, anyway.

Three years had passed since the fall of the Order, and with each day that went by, your heart did anything but heal. It was as if it was doing the complete opposite, an ever-growing ache expanding in depth, you unable to shake the grief you felt for all that remained lost – your home, your friends, and the man you’d thought you’d have by your side forever.

Recruited to the temple, you spent the most of your teen years training alongside your fellow Jedi, though you never seemed to connect with your peers in the ways they connected with one another, them bonding over the excitement of assignments and battle, whereas you found yourself uninterested.

You preferred a less chaotic lifestyle, leaning towards a path of serenity over battlefields, and once you passed your dreaded trails of becoming a Jedi knight, you ditched the off-planet missions for peacekeeping in the libraries. And though many would think of that occupation to be too tedious, you took on your simple duties with great pride, finally gaining a sense of belonging after so many years of feeling outcasted.

As time went on, your comfortability grew as you bonded with the fellow librarians, you grateful for your steady and smooth sailing occupancy, enjoying the bliss you’d found yourself wrapped up in. Though everything changed the day you eavesdropped in on a groaning teen, intrigued by the stern elder voice that hushed the boys whines – the day you fell head over heels for Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Sticking to your job, you assisted the two on locating the whereabouts of books for the younger boy – Anakin’s - training, cheeks flushed and words sputtering as you guided them through the endless rows of shelves. Obi-Wan humbly thanked you, his kind eyes locking with yours sending waves of adrenaline across your skin, you dashing away before you had the chance to embarrass yourself further, Obi-Wan's eyes lingering on your behind as you walked away.

And from that day onwards, Obi-Wan made it his own personal mission to stop by the library more frequently in hopes to gain any form of interaction with the girl that completely caught his interest, that lingered in his thoughts each day like a thick cloud he couldn’t shew away – you.

In the beginning, every interaction was nothing more than friendly, though you both knew that there was an expending connection you each felt, afraid yet desperate to act on it. You’d find yourselves tucked away in the furthest depths of the library, you pretending to assist Obi-Wan with research as you’d sit beside him, flutters in your hearts and hands finding any way to make feathery contact with each other, whispered flirtation lost within the pages of the stacks of books that surrounded you both.

Though as fun and sweet as it was, you both knew the rules and the risks you were running with, especially for the soon to be Council member Obi-Wan. His feelings and connection to you was a potential interference with his future, but he knew within himself that you were too great of a person to lose, him willing to risk it all for the librarian he’d fallen deeply for.

And on one quiet night, chief librarian Jocasta Nu retiring early leaving you to manage the library by yourself, you found yourself assorting through the aisles, tidying the books as you went when you felt a familiar presence entering the room.

You decided to have a little fun, to test the whits of the wise Jedi, you treading lightly as you snuck further away from him.

“You know, you’ve got a lot of faith to think you can shield yourself from me” his voice called, the playful tone evident in his words as he spoke, a mental vision of his smile clear as day, “You are up against a soon to be Council member, after all”

A few moments of silence passed as you threaded your way through the library, the clicks of his heeled boots not far behind you as you hid, your tone matching his as you replied “Yet you haven’t found me. Maybe you’re not as qualified as you think yourself to be, Master Kenobi”

“We’ll see” he laughed, his footsteps growing faster, alerting you of his quickened pace, you jetting off in a slow sprint, your giggles echoing around you as you ran. Meeting an end to the isle, you crouched yourself low as you passed a few vacant tables, Obi-Wans presence nowhere to be seen, the room now dead silent.

You waited, crouching beneath the table for a few moments, finally standing as you became confused by the man's absence. And just as you’d finally lowered your guard, you heard the padding of shoes, you too slow to run away, his arms catching your waist as you let out a squeal.

Wind began to pull at your hair as he lifted you from the floor and spun you in circles, the two of you laughing, slightly out of breath. Slowing to a halt, he placed you back down against the edge of the table, the back of your thighs connecting with the surface as you leaned backwards, a cheeky smile glued to his face as he pushed his grown-out hair backwards, you crossing your arms as he spoke, “Not too bad for a ‘soon to be Council member’, am I?”

“Could’ve been better, maybe you are too underqualified” you teased, rolling your eyes as your hands found themselves being drawn to his chest, adjusting his slanted robes.

“You really believe that?”

“Unless proven otherwise, I know I'm right”

His hands found yours, his fingers gently wrapping around your wrists as he leant his body closer to yours, locking your palms in place on his chest, the rumble of his voice vibrating on your skin as your eyes met his, the air in the room suddenly shifting.

“I can prove to you just how worthy I am, how good I can be on that Council” he whispered, your heart beginning to thump in your throat, you understanding the hidden meaning behind his offer.

His face drew in closer to yours, your eyes darting back and forth from his lips to his eyes, you feeling as though you were under some kind of hypnotic spell, you wanting nothing more than to feel his skin on yours.

“Then prove it” you mumbled, barely above a whisper, your eyes closing in sync with his as he dropped his lips to yours, a spark igniting in the pits of your stomach, the feeling mirroring within him as he felt you smile into the kiss.

After that night, your relationship with the Jedi Master formed into something more than just flirtatious yet platonic meetings within the temple. It took a drastic turn, the both of you twisted in a burning passion that was fueled by nothing other than pure love. When he’d be home from missions, he’d spend his free time by your side in the secluded depths of the library, kisses and touches shielded by the empty isles surrounding you, and in the nights, you’d lay together in your bedroom, naked skin kissed by moonlight as you’d lay wrapped amongst one another hours after he’d sneak into your apartment.

And although it pained you both to keep your love a secret, your relationship forbidden to be known by anyone other than the two of you, it was perfect, everything you could’ve hoped for, and you wouldn’t have ever wished for a moment to change a thing.

But it was all too good to be true, everything you loved being taken from the palm of your hands as a result of Order 66.

You fled from the temple, you too weak in the Force to target the whereabouts of your lover, anxiety and sorrow overcoming you as you soared into the skies, a knot in your stomach telling you that that after this, things would never be the same.

And you were right, the same sorrow you harvested on that day still lingering deep inside your bones three years later, an increasing infection that you accepted you’d have to carry each day, truly never being able to shake it.

But the worst reminder of it all, the one that haunted your dreams at night and clouded your mind throughout the day was him – Obi-Wan.

His absence left you eager for more, you yearning for his love more now than the day you first laid eyes on him. To say you missed him was an understatement, and it pained you to not know where he was, or if he even survived the rise of the Empire. Each night you’d lay in bed recalling your memories together, cursing at yourself for not doing more, for not loving him deeper, even though at the time you thought that was physically impossible. You’d give anything to rewind the time, but even for a Jedi, that couldn’t be done, so as time passed, you slowly created a new beginning for yourself, something you struggled to do, yet did anyway.

You now lived on Tatooine working as a farmer, something you had knowledge about prior to the fall of the Order. It wasn’t ideal, the two suns and the endless horizons of sand not particularly being to your liking, but it made do, and it was safe. You slowly gained some income, eventually branching yourself out in town markets to sell fruit and vegetables, you thankful for the various gardening maintenance books you read during your spare time on slow days in the library.

On the last market you attended, you bumped into a man by the name of Owen, and after some quiet conversation you learned that he too was a farmer. You chatted amongst yourselves, a strange sensation growing in the depths of your stomach as time and conversations passed, you feeling as though he held some sort of familiarity to him, you slowly gaining a trust towards the man. Before parting ways, you jumped at the chance and offered him some bulk of your crops free of charge, him taking the offer with gratitude, whispering the location of his farm to you before wishing you well, you joyous to the making of what you thought to be a new friend – the first you’d had in years.

You now found yourself waiting by the window of your home for the two suns to set, you neatly stacking the various fruits and vegetables in a basket as the orange hue casted across the skies. When the last red orb kissed the horizon, you gathered your belongings and wrapped an old robe around yourself as a form of protection from any nightly winds before leaving your home and climbing aboard your eiope, starting your journey.

To your gratitude, the distance between yours and Owens farm wasn’t too far, and you made it to your destination roughly an hour after sundown, the bright stars twinkling above you as you approached his home. Sliding off from your ride, you mentally debated making your presence known or dropping off the gift without a word, you not wanting to disturb his family's evening.

Coming to a decision, you pulled out a slip of paper from the bag that hung besides the animal and jotted a quick note before slipping it into the basket of food, quietly making your way towards the entrance of the dome, dropping the offering off on the descending stairwell.

As you made your way back to the eopie, you couldn’t help but feel an odd pull drawing your attention to the stone mountains in the distance, a completely new sensation flowing over your skin as you took in the sights before you. Your eyes squinted, looking for any sign to what the feelings could be drawing you to, you waiting momentarily before climbing back onto the creature, shrugging the feeling off, blaming it on your lack of sleep, though something deep inside you held its grip on the sensation.

And little to your knowledge did you know that the man you’d been dreaming about for all this time was the one casting out that pull towards you.

In the great distance, Obi-Wan sat atop of a flattened surface at the opening of the valley, pulse rapid and jaw slacked as he peered through the macrobinoculars. Participating in an evening meditation to help clear his clouded mind, he was disrupted by a sudden disturbance in the Force, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Racing to the top of the cliff, his stomach dropped at the sight of a person leaving some kind of offering at the home of the boy he swore to protect, anxiety washing through his veins at the possible pose of threat. But all that disappeared as the figure turned around, the face of the person now turned to look as if directly at him – it was you.

He blinked rapidly, breathing shallow as he peered at you, your confused expression held by your stunning features. Endless questions swarmed his mind as he watched, his mouth running dry as you slowly climbed aboard the animal, making your way back across the sand covered ground – Was this some kind of dehydrated hallucination, or was it truly you? And not only what were you doing on Tatooine, but of all places, Owen Lars farm? Where have you been staying? What have you been doing?

The thoughts clouded his mind, but the one idea that stood out clear as day, the one that Obi-Wan clung to amongst all the chaos, was that you we’re safe, you were alive. He knew that now was his only chance, the only window opening he’d have to finally see you – something he’d been yearning to do since the day he’d last laid eyes on you. Not wasting a single moment, he fled from the rock and began charging down the valley entrance, following the animal footprints in the sand, your distant figure blending with the night sky.

The further you travelled, the more the feeling from before continued to creep up on you, its strength growing unbearably uncomfortable the closer you got to your home. Sliding off the creature once more, you walked it back to its makeshift stable, the animal laying to rest after its journey. Now walking to the entrance of your home, you lowered the hood of your robe, only to spot a small blur in the distance, the sight causing you to jump. You couldn’t make out what it was, or who it was, but the growing anxiety in the pit of your stomach caused you to panic, you rushing through the entrance of your home, slamming the door closed behind you, ensuring it was locked three times before you backed into the room.

Fretting thoughts flooded your mind as you stood silently, you undaring to move a single muscle as you pondered – Was it some kind of trap, did Owen send someone to follow after you? Did someone want to invade your farm, to rob you of your only source of income? Or had someone noticed you, tracking you till you were entirely alone? Of all the possibilities, there was one that stood out amongst them all, one that caused you to feel so uneasy that you began to feel physically ill – What if someone knew who you were? What you were?

Your troubled mind came to a halt at the daunting sound of a soft knock at your door, your hand flying to your mouth as an immediate reaction to stop any noise from escaping, you drawing to a single conclusion that dug at the pit in your stomach – someone had definitely followed you back from Owens farm.

You remained stiff, wishing with every ounce of hope that whoever it was would leave, yet you were disappointed by the second round of knocking, you knowing there would be no way around your situation, you having no choice but to answer the door.

You slowly crept towards the doorframes surface, one hand resting on the frame as you took a moment to gather yourself, you putting on your bravest face before flicking the switch, the door unlocking as you slowly pulled it ajar.

The moment your eyes met with the man's stood before you, your vision began to blur as a result of your spinning mind. Your figure froze, your grip on the door frame turning limp as you looked at him, you taking in the face of the man you’d missed miserably for the past three years.

Your body suddenly had a mind of its own, you having zero control as you stepped backwards, the door swinging open giving you a full view of his frame, tears forming in your eyes as all colour from your face drained.

“...Obi-Wan?” you whispered in complete disbelief, a part of you fully convinced that you were seeing incorrectly, that you were amidst a mirage of the man.

Every hair on your body stood alert at the soft mumble of your name, the mans eyebrows furrowing as he gazed at you, his emotional state mirroring yours, “May... may I come in?”

Stepping aside from the doorway without a word, your eyes never left sight of him as he stepped inside your home, you closing the door gently behind him, your back leaning against the cool surface as you released the breath you were holding.

“What are you.. How did you find me?” you asked, your mind somehow so clear yet so clouded.

“I spotted you at Owen Lars farm. Forgive me for following you, I understand if you wish for me to leave, or- or come back at a proper tim-”

“No! No, this is just fine. I was just about to make a refreshment, would you like to sit for a moment?”

“I’d love to” he replied, a small yet sad smile crossing his face as he nodded, you leading him into the kitchen where he hesitantly took a seat at your dining table, the sight causing flashing memories from the past across your mind, him fitting in your kitchen the exact same as he used to back on Coruscant.

You stood with your back to the man as you poured the both of you a drink, your hands unsteady as the liquid ran from the carton into the cups, you starting the conversation lightly to rid the room of the blanketed tension, you growing eager to know the answers to the many questions forming in your brain.

“Have you been on Tatooine long?” you questioned, your heart fluttering as you spun to face the man, his posture straight as he watched you with eyes full of awe and admiration.

“I’ve been here from after... it happened” he replied with a mumble, his lips falling into a frown, “I haven’t been off planet since. But what of you? Have you come here recently?”

You were taken back by his answer, you in disbelief that he’d been here this entire time. Of all the days, weeks, months, years you’d spent wondering where in the galaxy Obi-Wan was - if he was even still here at all - he’d been on the same desert planet that you’d been on this entire time.

“I can’t say any different. After the attacks on the temple, I flew directly here... and I never left. It hasn’t been ideal, but this...” you said with a shrug as your eyes wandered around the room, “it’s enough to pass me by”

Heading back to the small table he was seated at, you placed the cup on the cool surface and manually slid it towards him, his hand catching the drink with quiet gratitude. You remained stood, your body comfortable with the distance between you both, though your mind and heart desired otherwise.

“What have you been doing with your time here?” you asked as you took a deep sip of your drink, nerves tingling down your spine as you anticipated his answer.

There was no denying Kenobi’s handsomeness, the rugged look he was sporting entirely different from his well-groomed appeal all those years ago – yet you had no complaints. The man was gorgeous, and you we’re certain every creature on Tatooine would be throwing themselves at him given the chance. Though as much as you’d wish for him to find true happiness, if he we’re to admit to having a partner given his freedom from the republic, you we’re certain your heart would break to a point beyond repair.

“I’m afraid there isn’t much to tell. I’ve taken a few meat harvesting jobs here and there, just enough to keep my head afloat. Though it isn’t as impressive as this farm you have here, but it’s safe”

Your cheeks grew warm at the compliment as you tried to hide your smile, Obi-Wan's heart fluttering at the sight of you acting as you did all those years ago. Silence drew in as he watched you with pure admiration, you undaring to meet his gaze as you knew you’d crumple, you speaking up once more.

“So, do you live near Owen Lar’s farm?”

“I’ve um... I have been moving from place to place, though I never stem far from his home”

“Why is that?” you asked, your curiosity spiking, a new wave of tension filling the air, sadness beginning to linger in the room around you.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat, his expression falling flat as his eyes drew in on the tables surface, “There’s a boy, Luke, Padmé’s son. I made a vow to watch over him after she... well, after she passed”

You felt a pain in your heart at the news of her passing. Though you never knew Padmé personally, you knew she was an amazing member of the Senate, as well as a kind lover to Anakin and friend of Obi-Wan.

“I’m so sorry, Obi. She would’ve made such a gracious mother, though I'm certain Anakin and yourself continue to take great care of their son”

Immediately you noticed Obi-Wans pained reaction, the way his shoulders tightened as his eyelids lowered, you catching onto his unspoken words as your eyes widened in shock, sadness overcoming you. Placing your cup down, you circled around the table without second thought, Obi-Wan remaining slump in his seat as you approached him.

“I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am” you said now standing before him, your arm taking action before your mind had the chance to stop you, your hand gently falling on the man's shoulder, a sensation flowing over your skin as you made contact with him for the first time in three years.

He stiffened at the feeling of your soft palm falling onto his shoulder, his saddened thoughts overrun with alarm bells, him feeling as though he could completely melt under your touch. Without a second thought, he spun in the chair, the seat sliding sideways as he did, him now completely facing you.

You jumped back, startled by the sudden movement, only for your action to be stopped by a pair of arms wrapping around you, your body being drawn back in closer to the man. Standing between his spread knees, he pushed himself against you as he remained seated, his arms tightly hugging your waist as his face now pushed against your stomach, your view looking down onto his grown-out hair.

Your muscle memory took over, your hands finding their way onto the top of his head, an instant relief erupting from the both of you as your fingers gently combed through his hair, his face warm against your clothed skin as he held you.

You stayed there in his hold, your hands working their way through his hair, neither of you saying a word, your actions speaking louder until you felt a rumble against your stomach, Obi-Wan mumbling a saddened apology.

“I’m so sorry”

“There’s nothing to be apologetic for, Obi. You’re not to blame for anything that happened, it was out of your control”

“No” he said, his head tilting backwards giving you a full view of his face, his eyes watery as all his trapped emotions began to pour through, “for everything before, for us”

“Obi-Wan, don’t-”

“I was a fool to put the Jedi code first, to put the Order first. They were never my main priority, you were, you always have been, and I should’ve made it known to you just how much I mean that”

“You we’re in the Council, that was your job, Obi-Wan. Nor you or I could’ve asked you to give that up”

“But I should have! If I knew what would come of the Order, I would’ve left with you the day I met you. I never fathomed what I’d be missing if I lost you, and the moment we parted, I lost everything. The Order never mattered to me as much as you did, as much as you still do, and I would give up anything to take it all back, to do what I should’ve done all those years ago”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you listened to his regrets, his emotional state mirroring yours, his face flushed as he breathed, pure pain splattered across his blue eyes. Slowly, your hand fell from his hair and traced the side of his face, pausing to stroke at the soft skin of his cheek, your thumb catching his tears as you did so.

“As much as I wish we could, we can't change the past, and you’re not at fault... but that doesn’t mean we can't change what we have now?” you said quietly, a pit forming in the bottom of your stomach as you waited for a response, you praying with every ounce of yourself that he wouldn't reject your offer.

Without a word, the arms around you tightened with a great tug, your body stumbling forward as he pulled you on top of him, the breath being knocked from your lungs in the process. His legs now together, you sat somewhat awkwardly on his thighs, your chest rising and falling at a quickened pace as his hands slid up your arms, across your shoulders and onto your neck, him holding your head in place.

“My darling, I’d wish to never let you out of my sights for any days to come. Say the words and I'm yours, just as I always have been, and always will be”

Feeling as though you could burst at the seams, your emotions too high to speak, you did what words could never do, dipping your head slowly towards his, your eyes fluttering shut, heart beating as rapidly as it did the first time you kissed him. Leaning forwards, your lips gently made contact with his, his hold on your face loosening as you both got lost, the kiss soft and sweet, yet powerful enough for the hair on your aims to stand upright.

Pulling away from one another, his hands found their way to your hips, him pulling you towards him, a fire growing in your stomach at the sudden movement, you now directly on his lap.

“Gods, I've missed you. Every day you’ve been the only constant thought in my mind, I cannot even begin to express the pain I've endured from your absence. I wish to spend the rest of my life making up for the time we’ve lost”

“We could begin now?” you blurted, your cheeks burning red from your questioned confession, a playful smile forming on the mans face as one of his hands left your hip, only to return to your neck, pulling you in once more.

The kiss started sweet, but as your lips moved against one another's, a firery passion began to ignite, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck, his grip on your hips as you slowly began to shift on his lap. With sudden movements, Obi-Wans hold scooped to the back of your thighs, his hold firm as he rose from the seat, your legs wrapping around his waist as he shuffled through your home, breaking kisses momentary to ask for directions.

Stopping at the entrance of your bedroom, he pushed your back against the door frame, his hot kisses slipping from your lips to work their way down your neck, soft sighs escaping from your throat as you tiled your head backwards.

“Obi-Wan” you sighed, your fingernails clawing at the fabric of the clothes on his back, you desperate to feel the skin beneath.

Tilting your torso backwards, he pulled away from your neck to swiftly discard himself of his top layers, your hands magnetically drawn to the skin once it was freed, him returning to the colourful skin forming on your neck.

You we’re impressed with his physique, him still maintaining the fitness he acquired from all those years training and operating as a Jedi, though you knew no matter what he looked like, he’d still be ideal in your eyes.

Pulling you both away from the doorway, he opened the door with ease, rushing to the bed the second he had the opportunity. Legs colliding with the edge of the old mattress, he softly laid you down in the center of your bedding, him taking a moment of gratitude for the sight sprawled out in front of him.

In the moment of silence you took to gaze at each other, you both recognised the joy and love you shared for one another, matching smiles plastered on your faces as you stared.

“I’ve done enough waiting, Obi. Please don’t make me wait any longer” you playfully begged, him immediately springing into action, his body connecting with the bed before crawling above you, him laying between your open legs.

Holding his upper half above you, he dipped down to your lips once more to spark a deep, emotion filled kiss, you pouring both lust and love into his mouth, him doing the same. Between contact, he lifted one hand to gently tug at the bottom of your shirt, him assisting you in wriggling out of it, as well as the layers beneath, stopping once your upper half was completely exposed.

He wasted no time in moving his lips from yours, down to your neck once more before exploring the untouched area, his wet lips leaving hot trails of licks and pecks across your upper chest, his free hand moving once more from beside you, only to trace the sides of your exposed stomach.

You squirmed under his touch, light laughter slipping you’re your lips before a gasp suddenly ripped through your chest, his hands snaking their way up to your breast, his fingers gently massaging the skin as his mouth danced between each globe.

He toyed with them, gentle sounds of pleasure from you making him eager to continue, him working on your chest for what you’d hope to be forever, only for him to dethatch his mouth from your skin, him lifting himself as he shifted his body lower, stopping with his head between your clothed thighs.

“Lift your hips” he ordered, his hands pulling at the hem of your pants. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as his hands pressed against your skin, him pulling the material of your trousers down to your ankles, your undergarments following pursuit directly afterwards.

He kept you completely on edge once you were fully unclothed, his fingers massaging the skin around where you desired him most, his eyes hungry as he stared at your exposed skin, you breaking his trance when you called out his name.

“What do you want, my darling?”

You groaned at his teasing, you attempting to close your legs only to be met by the resistance of his firm hands pushing them back open, now wider than before.

“Tell me what you desire, use your words”

“I want you to touch me. I need to feel you, please” you whined, the skin of your face growing warmer than ever at your confession.

His eyes caught yours, you catching sight of the devilish smirk on his face before his attention returned to your heat, his hands aching slow as they worked their way down your inner thighs, a moan escaping your lips once he finally made contact.

His fingers delicately massaged between your folds, his fingertips collecting wetness as he teasingly traced back and forth before making contact with your clit, your chest jolting forward at the pleasurous feeling.

He toyed with your nub, testing your reactions to the differing speeds and pressures his fingers applied, moans of approval telling him just how much you were enjoying him, pushing him to seek out more of your sounds.

Your eyes drew wide as his second hand jumped into play, it moving from your inner thigh to the direct source of your heat, his pointer circling around the rim of your entrance, teasing you as you groaned for more, him slipping just the tip of his finger in before slipping out again.

“Obi, please” you sobbed, mind clouded as his other hand continued to work at your sweet spot, you struggling to focus.

“Anything for you, sweetheart” he mumbled, his finger sliding inside you slowly, welcomed by a tight warmth, one that would linger in his thoughts on his loneliest nights. His pace began to speed up as he pumped the finger inside you, eventually adding a second to draw more noises for you, him approving of the result you gave him.

Your arms gripped onto the sheets beside you, your head tossed back against the bedding as you allowed the bliss to take over, your breath panting as you spoke between moans, “I.. Oh... I'm close, don’t stop, please”

Yearning for your release, Obi-Wan dropped the hand toying with your clit to the side of your thigh, him holding your legs open as his head dipped, the sudden sensation of his tongue against your bundle of nerves causing you to cry out, the sound echoing around the room.

Your hands freely moved to his head, your fingers gripping onto his messy strands as he sucked, lips wrapping around your clit as his fingers pumped rapidly inside you, your vision going white as your hips began to grind against his bearded mouth, your orgasm erupting in a powerful wave.

Obi-Wans movements stayed rapid as he rode you through your climax, hums of approval vibrating across your sensitive skin as he lapped up the taste of your juices, your body twitching beneath him, him only slowing his pace once your muscles fell limp, your breathing shallow. Detaching from your skin and fingers drawing from your opening, he gently crawled back up your body, soft kisses pecking against your exposed skin as he did so.

Now returned face to face with you, your arms tiredly wrapped around the back of his neck, you pulling him in for a deep kiss, the flavour of you wetness spreading across your tongues, your hands slowly tracing down his back before stopping at the hem of his pants, you attempting to pull them down.

“We don’t have too. Not tonight, if you don’t want to” Obi-Wan mumbled into the kiss, your attempts continuing as you replied.

“I want nothing more. I need you, Obi-Wan. Allow me to make up for lost time”

Applying pressure to the kiss, Obi-Wans lips pressed against yours strongly before pulling back, shuffling himself with ease above you as he slipped himself from his bottoms, him now completely naked, his body falling back onto yours, his shaft falling just above your heat, the both of you sighing at the feeling.

A sudden idea popped into your mind, you swiftly knocking Obi-Wans arms from beside you, his chest colliding with yours as you locked your arms around his back, you using all your strength to roll both your bodies over, you adjusting yourself as his back made contact with the bedding, you now sitting above him.

His eyes were widened with amazement, his hands sliding up your exposed thighs as you hovered over the base of his torso, his erect dick pressing against the skin of your ass.

“Oh, how I've missed this” he said, his orbs dark as they raked up and down your figure, “The entirety of you. Your mind, your voice, your lips, your body... and especially this” he cooed, one of his hands curving inwards from your thigh, his fingers returning to your warm folds, your body grinding down on instinct.

Your head rolled backwards, your chest popping forwards, his hand syncing with the movements of your hips as he released an uneven breath. Desperate for more, you jumped from his hold as you rocked your body backwards, you now kneeling directly above what you wanted most.

Obi-Wan caught on immediately, him just as needy for what was to come, his hand now wrapping around the base of his cock as he aligned it beneath you, him waiting for you to make the final move.

Leaning forward, your palms gently fell onto his chest, him removing his free hand from your thigh to grab hold of your wrist, drawing your hand to his face, him humming as he pressed a gentle kiss to your skin, your heart bursting at the gesture.

“Sweetheart?”

“Yes?”

“I love you, and I always will” he said, his lips still against the back of your hand, your lips curling into the widest smile you’ve held in years.

“And I love you, Obi-Wan" you replied with a joyful sigh, the moment pure and genuine, you wishing to stay there forever.

Returning your hand to your chest, his hand came back in contact with your hip, his grip gently pulling you down towards him, you following his guidance without hesitation. Slowly, you welcomed his tip to your entrance, him sighing as you made contact, you steadily inching yourself onto him.

Both hands returned to your hips, Obi-Wans fingers dug into your sides, his eyes shutting at the sensation of him sliding inside you, the feeling of your walls wrapping around him welcoming him to his own personal heaven.

Both your voices synchronized as you descended, your movements coming to a halt as you bottomed out, satisfaction echoing inside your walls at the fullness you felt. Growing used to the feeling, you lifted yourself once more, his shaft sliding almost completely out of you before you worked your way back down, each motion bringing you more and more bliss.

Completely adjusted, your actions began to pick up pace, your body rocking back and forth above Obi-Wan, fountains of pleasurous moans dribbling from his mouth as you moved.

“My love, god you feel good” Obi-Wan called, you paying no mind to the tightness of his hold, your focus clouded by pleasure, “I’ve missed... the feeling of you so badly”

“Yeah?” you replied, your breath puffed from your rapidly growing movements.

“Had.. so many dreams of you like.. t-this"

“Like what, baby?” you teased, his confession feeding into your drive, you pushing him inside of you deeper.

“On top of me. Under me. Taking me so well... so, so well sweetheart, just as you are now” he sputtered between moans, you sighing at his words.

The further you worked yourself onto him, the closer the both of you drew to bliss, him slowly growing restless beneath you, his skin aching to feel more of you. Catching you at the exact moment you bottomed yourself onto him, he used gentle pressure to hold you there, your eyes catching his with confusion.

Wasting no time, he shifted the both of you, his torso lifting from the bed as his arms wrapped around your waist. Now in a seated position, he pulled your chest onto his, his arms remaining tight across your back as he slowly rocked you up and down, him manually working you up and down his cock.

Allowing him to take complete control, your head hell onto his shoulder, your eyes fluttered closed as you moaned, him taking the green light to increase his speed, him bouncing your limp body onto him.

“Fuck... Obi. I’m... I'm-”

“Me too, sweetheart. Just... hold out for me a little longer, can you do that?”

You hummed in reply, you allowing noises to freely fall from your mouth, your sharp gasp taking both you and Obi-Wan by surprise as he suddenly began to meet your movements, him rocking himself into you as he pushed your body onto him repetitively.

Your legs began to shake, your gasps flowing rapidly as Obi-Wan continuously worked himself into you, his breath hot on your ear as he groaned, you both now mere moments before your release.

“Obi... please” you cried, your eyes squeezing shut as you tried your hardest to fight against your building nerves.

“Let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you”, he mumbled into your ear, every nerve in your body tingling as you tippled over the edge, your voice a cocktail of gaps and moans as you came undone on top of him, your muscles jolting as he held you against him, his shaft rocking side you working you through your climax, “there you go, so good for me”

With a raspy sigh, he followed shortly after you, hot streams releasing inside you as he came, his head falling into the side of your neck. He kept his pace steady, you using the little strength you had left to rock yourself onto him, his grip on your back strong as he cussed his way through his bliss.

Coming down from your highs, Obi-Wans hold on your skin loosened slightly, him still pressing you onto him as he gently lowered the both of you backwards onto the mattress, his shaft slipping out of you on the way down, a small gasp escaping your lips as it did.

Together, your bodies crashed back into the bed, skin hot and breaths quick as your chests rose and fell against each other, Obi-Wan keeping you wrapped tightly against his torso as you laid. Falling from your highs, completely blanketed by bliss and love, Obi-Wan squeezed your frame slightly, his head tilting to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, your unspoken words expressing the gratitude you both felt to be reunited at last, your hearts finally mending.

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simp999 · 3 months

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A New Home Ch. 27

Various! Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.1k

A/N: Sorry for taking so long chat I had to walk my fish

A/N 2: (Checks watch) uh. Damn sorry ya'll. Don't expect too much out of me but I think my life should be a lil less hectic perchance. We'll see ww

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One by one, over the course of a few hours, you each put the blindfold on and attempted to hit your teammates. The difficulty increased as you went on, from standing still to slowly moving, to running. By the end of the training session, you had multiple teammates whizzing past each other in different directions getting splatted.

As the four of you sat near or against the wall to catch your breath, you congratulated them on their improvement.

"I can't really put into words how impressed I am, nor will I admit I'm a poet at all. But I will say this; what you guys showed me today was something I never thought was possible when I got here," You spot Leo's smile grow wider, glad to be getting praised for his efforts, then you lazily point at him, "Hey, that doesn't mean that you can slack off now, you dork. Don't forget that there's going to be loud music, bombs, people cheering, ink being thrown around, not to mention communication between teammates that'll make this 100x harder."

You take another glance at each of your teammates. - No. - Your family members.

"...But I can promise that this will be worth it. Every time we train, great progress is shown."

...You sure are good with compliment sandwiches, huh?

You can't promise that you'll win against team Emperor, but you're sure that every minute you spend training will prove helpful on the battlefield.

You're all exhausted from training and just on time. The next big match is going to begin in roughly a half hour. The battle between Team Monarch and Team Yellow-Green. The manga had skipped how much time was spent between important matches on the smaller, less important matches. You allow your family to relax however they so desire while you wait for the match to begin. Leo playing games on his phone, Milo stretching, and Tasha cleaning her weapon.

Soon, it's time to make your way over to Sturgeon Shipyard, biting your inner cheek as you realize how packed the seats are. What you weren't expecting, though, was for a path to seemingly be made as you walked through. You tried to avoid the many pairs of eyes on you. It almost felt like back when you first got here and rose the ranks, but the gazes were much more uncomfortable back then. The whispers paired with them used to be much more curious and sometimes rude. You almost cringed remembering those salty players you had to drown out with your headphones what feels like forever ago. But now; you take a quick look around you, - they almost seem to be staring in awe.

You glance back at your team. You wouldn't say you're standing tall, maybe a more introverted kind of confidence if that makes sense. You're still not a fan of being the center of attention. But looking back at your team- your family- a lot sure has changed.

Once you begin to settle down in your seats, doing your best to take up the least amount of room possible, you catch the way the sea of cehalopods appear to disperse yet again. This time much more obviously. From your position, it isn't too difficult to see who it was, easily spotting purple tentacles above the crowd as the tallest of the group makes his way closer.

Aloha's quick to tug you into a hug before you can sit down, dabbing Leo up before taking a seat behind you. You don't remember them being here to watch this match last time, which is odd to you. Skull's got a lollipop in hand, sitting behind Milo after being instructed by Army to do so. He does so without questioning, as airheaded as ever- but Army has a reason, given the heights of the two inklings. Army takes a seat behind Leo, and Mask - you.

You would have jumped if you hadn't noticed Aloha slowly get closer to you ear, attempting to surprise you.

"Sooo~, how's the training goin'?"

You're about to answer, but the immediate terrified look Leo shoots his way almost makes you snicker.

"Hey, it's not that bad. C'mon now."

Leo once again turns towards Aloha and dramatically grabs his hand with both of his,

"Save us, dude!"

You let out a chuckle at the scene.

"Leo, chill."

His hands shoot up in the air, and his voice cracks as he tries to make his point.

"You blindfolded us!"

"Which isn't that bad!"

He faces Aloha again,

"You have no idea how much pain I'm in."

You gently nudge his side as another chuckle escapes you, shaking your head.

Leo dramatically points to where you gently nudged him,

"See?! Abuse!!!"

Aloha's forced into a fit of giggles as he watched the scene play out before him.

"Oh, can it, dork."

"I think I deserve some sort of reciprocation!"

You sigh and roll your eyes. You rest your chin in your palm. This was most definitely his plan all along.

Aloha leans down once again, this time whispering to Leo. Obviously, you could still hear him;

"Don't worry bro, I'll set something up for you."

You've got no idea what that means, but they dab eachother up again. Whatever makes Leo happy, you suppose.

The match is about to begin, and you hear Goggles blabbing away to his team a few feet in front of you. You ignore it as you pull out a pencil, along with your old manual. You're nearing the end of the pages, and it has clearly done its time by now. But this match is crucial to be taking notes of since you'll get to see a new emotion in Emperor- frustration. As long as it goes as planned, of course. You analyze the stage, zeroing in on the exact spot that Emperor will step foot in yellow-green ink.

Once it begins, a smile filled with pride makes its way across your face. Rider obviously had many, many plans for this battle. It was almost comforting seeing the wide grin he wore all along the match, even when he did lose. He was having fun. It seems you're not the only one who's changed lots since the beginning of the manga. He was so organized right out of the gate, and only once did he falter, and only a little at that. Which lead you to assume his only goal the whole time wasn't to win, because he knew he couldn't- his end goal was to only force Emperor to feel the frustration of stepping in his ink.

Maybe, just maybe, you think: Rider truly did stand a chance at winning against Emperor if he so chose to have that as his end goal. How does that saying go? Shoot for the moon, land among the stars?

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kitchen-spoon · 10 months

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Rockstar Eddie 90’s Drabble {steddie}

Steddie I 2.7k I 1/1

Sorry for any spelling mistakes etc..

Its 1992 and corroded coffin has made it big. Eddie and the band are famous now, selling out stadiums and living their dreams. He is one of the most talked about metal musicians of the era. And to make it even better Steve has been there for all of it since 1987 technically earlier but it took them awhile to get their shit together.

Being famous means getting to live with luxuries and Eddie loves spoiling Steve with them. Going to the spa was a big hit. Eddie was nervous at first but knowing Steve and his penchant for self care especially hair care he should have know it would soon become one of Steve’s favourite indulgences. Which is exactly why Eddie was suggesting it for their current situation.

As time went on all the upside down action began to catch up with everyone in the party but Steve especially. Chronic migraines, memory issues and random bouts of nausea just being the start of it. When they moved to California it was Gareth that brought up the idea of using marijuana medicinally, siting his uncle who had been using it for his arthritis for years.

Steve was hesitant at first, ever since star-court he had stayed away from anything stronger cigarettes but as time went on things were only going to get worse so he gave it a chance. As predicted it did not go well at first. Steve was already an anxious hyper vigilant person and the weed just heightened that, making him extra paranoid. But with work and a lot of patience from Eddie they found a way to make it work. They made a routine and stuck to it every-time which was why Steve was so thrown for a loop when Eddie suggested he take some edibles before they hit up a spa in the city.

“I know its scary baby but think of it as a trial run for Europe.” Eddie took Steve’s hands in his own, ducking his head down to catch his boyfriends eyes. “The tour starts in a month, and you know how flying affects your migraines, especially long flights.”

Steve bit his lip, “It does get really bad.” He sighed. “But I don’t know, I got so freaked out with just you and the guys around. I don’t think being in public is gonna go better than that.”

“Then I’ll rent out the spa.” Eddie said immediately like it was the easiest thing in the world and not a thousands of dollar decision. For Eddie though spoiling Steve was the easiest thing in the world money truly was no object and would never be enough to show his gratitude for how fiercely Steve stuck by his side during his and the band’s rocky climb to fame.

“Eddie no.” Steve shook his head, unable to hold back his smile.

Eddie couldn’t help but smile back “Fine what if we go somewhere more exclusive, less people.” He raised his eyebrows. “Less chance of being recognized too, everyone there will be so rich and up their own ass they won’t care about lil ‘ol me.”

“I’ll consider it. But we also need to outline a plan and have a quick evacuation set up.” Steve tried to sound stern but he knew he was already going to give in to his boyfriend’s plan.

“Consider it done Stevie.” Eddie squeezed Steve’s hands as he got up. “I’ll take good care of you baby don’t worry.” He leaned down and gave his boyfriend’s forehead a kiss before disappearing off into his office.

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Eddie’s new plan consisted of them driving out 2 hours to Joshua Tree where he had an emergency hotel booked and one of their regular drivers on stand by incase they needed to make a hasty exit. He also got the edibles from their regular source and was sure to check the dosage 3 times over before letting Steve even look at them.

About 30 minutes away from the Spa Steve ate the gummy’s. That ensured he was still be sober during their check in which he insisted and gave him 30 minutes to acclimatize to the environment before they started to kick in.

Steve began to feel it as he and Eddie walked on the warm stone path outside the spa building, fluffy white robes on, pinkies linked. They were making their way to the heated pool to loosen up before their couples massage. Then they were getting facials and sitting in a mud bath then getting scalp treatments at Eddie’s request. The day’s itinerary was planned by Steve with special consideration of him being high. It also gave him reassurance that there was a structure he knew they’d be following. When Eddie first started getting money and in turn started spoiling Steve, Steve felt guilty. He always tried to hold back, having to be pushed by Eddie to actually get what he wanted, to ask for the cucumber in his water, to book the facials and the mud bath. Now though Steve knew Eddie enjoyed it as much as he did because he knew it made Steve happy. It also kept him looking young so he couldn’t complain too much.

“Baby.” Steve barley whispered, his palm sliding into Eddie’s so he could squeeze his boyfriend’s hand.

Eddie glanced over at him, a calm smile on his lips. “Its okay sweetheart I got you. Its still early only 2 other people are here and they are on the other side of the spa.” Eddie kept his hand in Steve’s guiding him over to the warm salt water pool.

Steve slowly waded into the water with the help of his boyfriend, settling against Eddies side in the far corner of the pool. He took a deep breath embracing the light headed floaty feeling washing over him.

“Feeling okay sweetheart?” Eddie’s voice made him jolt, momentarily forgetting where he was. Steve moved to sit up but Eddie settled a hand around his shoulder, his musician fingers sliding slowly over Steve’s bicep. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you. You just look very content, its Sexy.” Eddie leaned in closer his lips brushing Steve’s ear.

Steve giggled, twisting his head away from Eddie to avoid the ticklish light touches. It made the water splash around them making Steve giggle more, he opened his eyes gasping and slapping a hand over his mouth. “Sorry” he whispered but Eddie was already shaking his head.

“Don’t be, nobody is around you’re all good.” Eddie smiled, brushing Steve’s hair back. “You’re enjoying yourself its what you’re supposed to do.”

“Okay,” Steve agreed easily with a nod. He leaned his face into Eddie’s hand and closed his eyes letting out a pleased hum when Eddie began scratching his nails over his scalp.

They stayed like that for another 15 minutes before making their way back inside the spa building for their massages. Eddie kept an arm wrapped around Steve the entire way, his fingers continuing to brush Steve’s shoulder when he felt his boyfriend get tense at the sight of other people.

“Hello, for Eddie and Steve?” A woman wearing what looked like scrubs asked them.

Steve stayed silent but gave her a nod trying his best to keep his face neutral. Most of his paranoia when high was with other people and having to interact with them. He was always afraid they could tell and were judging him. He always feared he was acting weirdly but couldn’t tell and nobody was saying anything and he unknowingly embarrassed himself or even Eddie. Because he was openly associated with Eddie his actions impacted his boyfriend’s reputation and he would never want to do anything to tarnish it.

“Okay Stevie c’mon time to relax.” Eddie’s voice made Steve blink, not even realizing he had zoned out. He looked around and both massage therapists were gone. “Lets get you undressed honey, that okay? Can I take this off?” Eddie’s fingers were wrapped around the belt of Steve’s robe but were still, waiting for his reply.

“Wha- yeah, yeah of course.” Steve said, his eyes focused back on Eddie’s face and he was met with a fond smile.

Eddie undid the belt of Steve’s robe then brought his hands up sliding them along Steve’s collarbones then over his shoulders, his arms catching on the robe and dragging it along as his hands continued to move across Steve’s body. Once the robe was off he hung it on the back of one of the chairs then made his way back to Steve.

“Arms up here big boy.” Eddie patted his own shoulders.

Steve giggled, his face turning pink as he followed Eddie’s instructions.

“These okay to come off too?” Eddie’s hands rested at Steve’s hips, fingers dipping just beneath the waistband of Steve’s swim shorts.

Steve bit his lip, his cheeks still burning, “mhmm” he nodded.

Eddie smirked back at him slowly dragging the shorts down until he was crouched. He tapped Steve’s ankles getting his boyfriend to step out of his swimsuit one foot at a time.

“Good job baby, now go lay down I’ll be right there.” Eddie took Steve by the shoulders and faced him towards the beds.

He folded Steve’s swim shorts up and placed them on the same chair as the robe. He then worked to undress himself, folding and hanging his own swim trunks and robe. He made his way over to the two beds smiling at Steve’s who was laying face down with his head turned to the side so he could watch Eddie.

“Want me to cover you?” Steve shifted up onto his elbows as Eddie got closer.

“I’m all good sweetheart don’t you worry.” Eddie gave Steve a quick peck then moved to cover his boyfriend up before worrying about himself.

A few minutes later there was a light knock on the door and the massage therapists were back. Soothing spa music began playing through the speakers, and oil was poured on their backs. Steve let Eddie’s pinky slip away from where it was wrapped around his own, turning his head into the rest and closing his eyes.

The massage felt amazing, it was like Steve could feel each individual line of his muscles being untangled and smoothed out. It created a low level hum throughout his entire body, like every single nerve ending was being stimulated all at once. He could hear groans come from Eddie every once and awhile and hoped he wasn’t being to loud either. Steve was glad Eddie was feeling good though, he knew his boyfriend’s back had been giving him issues lately.

Eventually the hands left his skin and he heard the door close once again. Steve kept his eyes closed for a little longer, breathing until the buzzing in his body calmed down enough that he felt he could stand up without bucking at the knee. He still moved a little too quickly though, feeling a little light headed as he sat up. Steve kept his eyes closed, focusing on the sounds of Eddie’s light snoring as he got his bearings. Once he was able to move again he made his way over to Eddie’s table, smoothing his hands through his boyfriend’s hair. Steve got a bit caught up in the motion, his heart jumping a little when Eddie snuffled awake, turning his head and kissing Steve’s palm.

“Morning sweetheart.” He reached a hand out, wrapping it around Steve’s bare waist and pulling him closer. “Ready for the rest of our pampering?”

“Yeah, c’mon”. Steve took the hand from his waist into his own, attempting to tug Eddie up. He ended up stumbling back into his own table, catching himself before falling on his bare ass.

“Alright stumerella, lets go.” Eddie chuckled as he pushed himself up off his bed.

Steve giggled at the nickname even though he didn’t quiet get it. He accepted Eddie’s help getting re-dressed, only smacking suggestive wandering hands away once. Maybe if he was sober he told Eddie who just wiggled his brows and moved on.

The kept their swimsuits on in the mud bath, laying side by side with their heads tilted back and hands intertwined beneath the mud as 2 aestheticians applied masks to their faces and cucumbers over their eyes.

“How you feeling baby?” Eddie asked once the women left the room. They’d be back in 20 minutes to wash the masks off and scrub them down on a wet table.

“Really good.” Steve sighed, his hand squeezing Eddie’s. “I think I could do this again…if you were with me.”

“Hmm sounds great to me, I don’t think I’ve ever been pampered this much.” Eddie tried to smile but his mask pulled and cracked.

“We’re gonna be glowing after all this, like…like glazed donuts or something.” Steve giggled.

“We’re gonna be krispy kreme level glazed…god I wish we had one here.” Eddie sighed.

“God me too, I could eat a whole dozen to myself right now I think.” Steve agreed.

“I’ll get some when we tour the US again, you’ll have to come to every show in a state that has one.”

“Hmm deal if I get a dozen every time.” Steve nodded lazily. “Now I’m so hungry.”

Eddie chuckled, “the munchies are upon us, took longer than I thought.”

“Hey!” Steve pouted.

“Hey! Nothing, I’ve watched you eat an entire tub of ice cream then throw basically all of it up because it gave you a stomach ache.” Eddie was laughing now.

“Whatever, you thought you had jaundice that one time because you and the band smoked for hours while trying to write for the album and you didn’t leave the studio for so long everything had a yellow tinge.” It was Steve’s turn to laugh.

“That was for the sake of creative process!” Eddie defended. “You are so lucky I don’t wanna mess up this mask or I’d mud wrestle you right here right now.”

Steve burst into laughter, just as the door opened again and the aestheticians returned. His teeth clacked as he snapped his mouth closed. They said nothing and Eddie gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

The mud mask was wiped away with warm cloths and a bunch of serums and oils were rubbed into their faces. Then they made their ways over to the wet room where they were wrapped in seaweed then scrubbed down with a giant natural sponge. They both opted for the lotion after and were thankful for it as it was basically a second massage.

All that was left was the scalp massage which was what Steve was looking forward to the most. He and Eddie kept their pinkies linked as they laid on their backs, heads tilted back into water basins. Two new aestheticians came in and steamed their scalps, then it was a dry brush through, shampoo with a scalp massage, rinse, hair mask with a neck and shoulder massage while it sat, rinse, conditioner.

Once they were alone again Steve was the first to speak. “You’re curls are going to look amazing baby, like a like a shampoo commercial or something.”

“Hmm not as good as when you do them for me though, you have magic hands baby.” Eddie replied.

“Its why I’m a hairdresser…wait that was an innuendo wasn’t it.”

“It was but it doesn’t matter, i’m the only one who gets both types of magic,” Eddie tugged Steve’s hand up to his lips, placing a kiss on Steve’s knuckles.

Steve rolled his eyes but his cheeks still turned pink “Can we go eat now?” He asked as he sat up. “I’m pretty sure it wore off now so i’ll be okay to be in a restaurant.”

“Sure sweetheart whatever you want.” Eddie sat up as well, pulling Steve over to him.

Steve went over easily, standing between Eddies legs allowing his boyfriend to koala wrap himself around Steve. Steve rested his head on top of Eddie’s his own hands wrapping around Eddie’s upper body.

“Thanks for today.” Steve whispered into Eddie’s damp hair. He played with it idly, fingers wrapping around random strands of hair to define their curl.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Eddie’s hands tightened around Steve’s waist. “I love spoiling you and am so happy I found another way to do that.” He moved back so he could look at Steve.

“I love you.” Steve smiled shyly.

“I love you too.” Eddie grinned, he leaned up pressing his lip’s against Steve’s for a sweet kiss.

As they pulled back Steve’s stomach made a loud grumble causing them both to burst out in a fit of giggles.

“Lets get you to that restaurant sweetheart.”

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shattersstar · 9 months

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facing the gun.

pairing: cowboy!jason todd x reader

series summary: the sheriff of the mining town, your farmhouse sat outside of, had never done a thing to help you and when he went missing, well you didn’t bat an eye. the town grappled with the loss and change while a stranger approached you for work, a black hat wearing rider on a pale horse, bringing violence and life to your lonely home.

warnings: lil angst, violence/death mention, jason n reader don’t actually meet in this one (which i feel like i should disclaim)

a/n: ahh ive wanted to write this for a while and im so nervous about starting a series because i dont have the brain for them but!! here’s hoping!! though this is just a prologue i’m hoping to have the first part out shortly <3 enjoy & feedback is always appreciated ! yeehaww

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prologue. — a stranger shows up in town after a widow leaves, and a quiet farmhouse encounters them both.

It had just been over two months, the mining town starting to come to terms with the fact the sheriff was long gone. Dead or alive didn’t matter—just gone. You could see it in his wife’s eyes, glassy and cold. She moved around town like a ghost, reality setting in and eyes all watching her. It was no surprise she left in the middle of the night, her children loaded into a wagon with her husband’s rifle to her right. You had been the only one to see her leave, sitting on your porch and keeping watch over your land.

She slowed her wagon once her gaze caught the light from your lantern. You squinted, trying discern their faces when you could only see three silhouettes against the deep blue night sky. She stopped at the mouth of your property, before carefully turning down the modest dirt path. It was lined with fenced in cattle on the left and an empty grass field to the right. Your brows pulled together as you watched the wagon move slow and carefully towards you. She stopped short of your lantern's reach, and got off her horse. You knew she could see the gun strewn across your lap, so you weren’t exactly worried.

You were curious if anything.

“I never did believe my husband when he told me you sat out here like this.” She said, the light illuminating her sad face.

“Had to see it for yourself?” You asked, with a raised brow.

“Might as well, girls wanted to know too.” You let out a breathy chuckle at that.

“Pardon me ma’am, but I must say I’m glad to know the sheriff did talk about me, even if he did nothing to help.” Her face didn’t change, no anger for the slandering of her gone husband.

“He used to be a good man. And I’m sorry he didn’t do more for you.” She sighed, sending you a wavering smile before turning back into the darkness.

“Be seeing you.” You called, with a wave of the hand, but she didn’t respond. She stood in front of her horse for a minute before mounting and staring at you through the darkness.

“If he…if he comes back, tell him I’m going east—to my family.”

And then you watched as they were once again into silhouettes in the distance, turning away from the only life they had known and disappearing into the wide world.

You sat outside till the sky started to lighten, an ocean blue instead of the drowning darkness it was hours before. You pushed yourself up, doing a lap of your wraparound porch before heading to bed. Exhaustion had already been pulling at the corners of your mind, and as you got into your bed the interaction with the sheriff’s wife repeated in your head. You dreamt of the moment on an endless loop—her sad eyes staring widely through you before the sound of her broken voice echoed and bled into that of her horse riding away and dragging the old wagon with it. It filled your ears till the point you woke up a few hours later with a jolt, the distant sound of horse shoes clopping hanging in your mind.

You fell back asleep almost instantly after your body calmed down, unaware of the lone rider who had just passed your farm, dawning a wide brimmed black hat and old bandana stained red and something violent. He was the devil who rode a pale horse accordingly, the white streak in the rider’s blacker than night hair opposed the dark grey markings against the white of his mare's forehead.

The pair slunk into the mining town as the sun started to warm the sky, exhaustion tumbling over him as his grip loosened around the reins. His fingers and wrists ached, joints overstressed and burning. He had been riding for a lifetime, just trying to get his furthest away from Gotham, from the life he had made and burned to the ground in the growing city. His only memories stuffed into his pack, and the horse that had been gifted to him by a man who was a father to a boy long dead.

“Put up a tombstone that reads Jason Peter Todd because he is dead from this moment on. To you and Gotham. I will never be back here, not as anyone you know at least old man.”

Jason thought of those words as he passed a farmhouse, sprawling fences with a barn in the distance. He could see a cat walking along one of the gates, keeping an eye over the cows it seemed. He clicked his tongue when he realized his horse had come to a stop at his staring. She picked up her pace again, trotting into the town that had started to awaken. Whispers filled the streets before he showed up, no one even seeming to care for the stranger trudging into the small inn and the weary horse lapping up water from the trough outside. Jason kept his hat on, but pulled his bandana off his face as he stepped inside. It was dark, one candle by the front illuminating the man working and the lone patron eating breakfast.

The keeper seemed to startle at the sight of Jason, who laughed to himself as he approached. “Don’t see many customers this early, sir.” The innkeeper gruffed, earning a hum in acknowledgement. “Not too many passing through these days either.” He added, as Jason set down a handful of coins.

“Don’t need a room for the night, just a few hours and a meal.” He explained, earning a weary glance from the man.

“Were not tha—“

“Kind of establishment, I know. I’ll be leaving this evening.” Jason didn’t add more, holding the man’s gaze. He had just said business was slow, refusing him would be idiotic.

“Get out.” The man apparently was an idiot, and it made Jason scoff. If only this man knew who he had just refused—no. Jason pushed his anger aside, snatching up his coins before he turned on his heels. He wasn’t going to haggle with a stupid man, and arguing only made men stupider. He tied his bandana back around his face as he reached the door, stopping with his hand on the handle.

“Any work nearby?” He asked no one in particular, earning a scoff from the innkeeper before he was interrupted by the man eating his breakfast.

“Nowhere in town stranger, see the mines dried up sometime ago I hear. Some settlements deeper in the valley got work, railroad too, but that’s down West.” He explained between bites.

“Rotten work too.” He replied, earning a chuckle and nod from the bearded stranger, who finally met Jason’s gaze. His eyes were tired, that glassy blue grey colour that seemed to see beyond time.

“Ain’t that the God’s truth stranger!” He all, but hollered, suddenly livelier—younger than he looked moments ago. “Rotten is exactly what that work was—worst time of my life on the tracks.”

“You’ve had your chat, now get going!” The innkeeper interjected suddenly, gearing up to shout more when the bearded stranger slammed his hand on the wooden tabletop.

“Aye—cut it out. You were stupid enough to deny this mans coin for a room, let him buy a meal and chat with me. I like him and Lord knows you need the money.” Jason couldn’t stop the grin pulling at the corner of his lips as the innkeeper stammered for a response.

“F-fine, but you’re both—“

“Getting out after this, we know. Now come take a seat stranger.” The man gestured to the seat across from him. Jason glanced sideways at the innkeeper who seemed scared more than anything. It made his smile fall as he joined the older stranger, taking off his black hat and placing it on the empty seat next to him. The worker vanished somewhere in the back while the two men sat in silence. Until, “Aren’t you—huack—“ He choked before continuing “gon’ tell me your name boy?”

“Call me boy again—“

“Hey, hey. Stranger is it than.” The older man relented, coughing a few times into his shoulder before taking a swig of whatever swirled around his stained mug. “So you’re looking for work?”

“Aye.”

“You picked the wrong stretch of land bo…stranger, its dry and dead out here.”

“How ‘bout that farmhouse, the one few miles outside the town.”

The man laughed, the innkeeper who placed a bowl of what Jason assumed was porridge joined in, both men nearly going blue with their wheezy chuckles. “You would be a fool to take work there, it's where the mothers send their sons for farmhand training or a disciplining.” The innkeeper explained before wandering back to his post.

Jason eyed the man sitting across from him, prompting details with his silent gaze. “Used to be run by a family, all, but one dead and gone. And lemme tell you, the one left is a real son of a bitch.”

“Probably ran the old sheriff outta town—“ The keepers voice piped in from behind Jason.

“Heard they beat the crap outta some miner a year back—“

“They got a temper like no other—“

“Most of the town steers clear unless it’s for business—“

“Damn hard worker though.”

Jason took in the men’s information, downing his food in a handful of spoonfuls before tossing a few coins onto the tabletop. It was more than the innkeeper deserved, but information was always worth paying for.

“Good day stranger.” The old man called from where he sat. Jason slipped his hat back on, about to pull his bandana over his face when the shimmer of the star tucked away under the old man’s coat caught his eye. It was a brief glimpse, but Jason could see the start of the word SHERIFF curved along the bottom of the man’s badge.

It made Jason chuckle, eyes dragging from the badge to the man’s face noticeably so. He grinned as he pushed the door open to venture to this seemingly infamous farmhouse, “And good day to you…deputy.”

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artwork cred: mark maggiori

#literally all the other parts will b jason n the reader interacting i promise yall #just gotta set the scene 😌🤠#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #dc x reader #dc imagine #writing #facing the gun

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