#baby's first near death experience🥰

[costelloschoice]

I absolutely adore your fics and was thinking about a Yandere Mizu fanfic idea (if you like the idea as well of course) Keep up the good work you're amazing 🥰💜

-Thank you for the request, i made a little something short yet sweet <3 -sorry it took so long, I managed to fuck up my legs by falling from ice (don't ask) so i've been focusing on feeling better :}

Red Means I Love You Yandere!Mizu x fem!reader -warnings: toxic behavior, possessive over reader -hope you enjoy :]

She never felt this way about anyone else. It was scary.

Mizu believed that love wasn't for her. Love was harsh to her, least till you came along. You were such a breath of fresh air, a beautiful rose in a garden of weeds. And she wanted your sweetness all to herself.

You were like a small deer. A fragile and gentle being. Something so pure and sweet, weak and defenseless. So pretty up close but easily scared…Yet she managed to get close to this deer. And you didn’t run away…In fact you decided to come closer to her. She was a hunter, killing many, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t appreciate your beauty.

She thought she had a little crush on you. I mean, you were so nice to her and showed her kindness that she always dreamed of. But seeing how Taigen would try to flirt with you, made her feel an unbridled rage. How the hell does this man think he is? First, he has Akemi and now you? No. He doesn’t get to have who ever he wants. Maybe because of Mizu’s childhood he tortured her, but he doesn’t deserve a girl like you.

Mizu would Taigen away, threating him to stay away from you. That Mizu knows men like him will use someone as beautiful as you. Everything about you was perfect, Mizu couldn't find a flaw if she tried. It seems like you've stolen her heart from her. Taigen would get offended and walk away. Like a buck trying to win over a doe deer but failing due to the human the deer was so close to.

In her eyes, no one could be around you or talk to you for too long. She would barely let Taigen speak to you and Ringo was allowed to talk to you and only to help you with an injuries.

When Boss Hamata sent his men to attack Mizu and the women at the tea house, she tried to protect you the best she could. You refused to stay in the basement and help Mizu fight against the corrupted boss and his men. She told you to stay back and hide with the rest...but of course you didn't listen.

You were a foolish girl, but like all humans, we make mistakes.

You were on the ground, bloodied and you tried to stop the man’s katana from going into you. From the blood spots, it looks like you were getting weaker and weaker by the second and wouldn’t be able to last any longer. You were a poor, helpless baby dear against the big bad wolf…You couldn’t find this man off alone. It was pathetic, but in a cute way.

Mizu, trying to have a grip on the situation, immediately went after the man. Ripping the man off of you before stabbing him repeatedly. She was the hunter who took the wolf down to protect her doe deer. She didn’t care if he was dead, she just kept stabbing till her anger subsided.

Now covered in this man’s blood, she turns to see you. You looked petrified. She thought it was because of the man but really it was because of her. She was used to everyone looking at her that way…but your gaze hurt the most. Her deer was surely to run off in the woods and never been seen again from her.

“Oh my dove..” Mizu spoke, moving to you. Her bloody hand caressed your cheek. The smell of iron was thick and heavy, making you flinch and gag internally. You were disgusted by these actions, her violent and ruthless killing. Yes he hurt you but at some point it’s uncalled for….but bigger shouldn’t be choicers.

“You’re safe..” she whispered, placing a kissing to your forehead. A red lip print on your forehead. It felt so wrong but nice after your near death experience.

“My small doe…You’re mine to protect..” she whispered into your skin, continuing to place kisses on your forehead.

“You’re mine.”

She said with aggression present in her tone. You just nodded, what else could you do? She could easily hurt you is you protested. You didn’t wish to die at the hands of your protector.

“I’m yours…”

“All mine..” she mumbled. Mizu caressed the soft hair of her doe deer, calming down the easily frightened creature. She perfect, sweet, weak and fragile deer now safe in her arms again, where she belongs.

[linksthoughtbrambles]

Adventure Log+ AU Fic List

A reader on Ao3 asked what order I would recommend reading the fics in this AU in--so here it is for Tumblr readers, too. Linked fics are in suggested order of reading. Pretty much all Zelink.

Link's Thought Brambles - on Tumblr - on AO3 - (Rom-Com, Drama, Action - complete, 56 chapters, 203,000 words, rated M). - The Sheikah Slate's Adventure Log activates pre-Calamity.  Its beta software version produces a more... er... complete log.

Blindsighted - Tumblr - ao3 - (Rom-com, 5,886 words, rated T). It's Link's first day as a trainee at Hyrule Castle. He tries to navigate social situations by keeping his mouth shut and face cool. This isn't always the best idea. And... Link and Zelda see each other for the first time. (Prequel to Link's Thought Brambles).

Substatutiary - Tumblr - ao3 - (Comedy, drama, 6,297 words, rated T). Zelda can't believe her new appointed knight's behavior. She tries to escape him. He tries not to let her. (Prequel to Link's Thought Brambles).

Adventure Log+ - on Tumblr - on AO3 - (Sequel to Link's Thought Brambles, Rom-Com, Drama, Action - WIP, 14/? chapters, 66,282 words so far, rated M). - The Slate's beta Adventure Log changed everything. Link and Zelda are armed with more knowledge but hunted with renewed, fanatical fervor.

Sunsensity - Tumblr - ao3 - (Poem for 'One Last Look' prompt, 702 words, rated T). An expression of Link's feelings as they transition from knowing only platonic love to romantic love for Zelda.

Sirenity - Tumblr - ao3 - (Rom-com, 2,567 words, rated T). Link's having trouble getting over a violent melee where he was the only target. Zelda tries to help. Also, breakfast and a bouquet. (Concurrent with Link's Thought Brambles).

Precipitory - Tumblr - ao3 - (Rom-com, 1,746 words, rated T). A race and a rainy-day lunch on-the-go. (Concurrent with Link's Thought Brambles).

Sightholder - Tumblr - ao3 - (Romance, Drama, 3,507 words, rated M for a few suggestive snippets). Zelda feels Link is blind to her faults. She knows she should tell him she's invaded his privacy. She wants to get through this ritual first. (Concurrent with Link's Thought Brambles).

Catharstasis - ao3 - (Warning nsfw, 7,509 words, rated E, nsfw). Link's dealing with a recent near-death experience. Zelda wants to help.

Mini-fics in same AU (consider them not-spoilery even in future - I may or may not change things!):

Home - (Rated G) - Baby Zelink 💕

Undercurrents - (Rated G) - A special bouquet 💐

Cheeky - (Rated G) - A nap 😴

Shrine-Stone and Sure Steps - (Rated T) - Hand-holding 👀👀👀

[Even itty-bitty side-eye can be intimidating.] - (Rated T) - Zelink Baby 🥰

[racfoam]

AAAAA TINY HARRY ACTUALLY BEING RESCUED FROM THE DURSLEYS BY VOLDEMORT 😭😭😭 and she doesn’t like how thin her soulmate is bc she’s afraid he’s gone thru the same as her, so she shoves extra servings at him and doesn’t take no for an answer. Tiny baby Harry threatening him w a spoon if he doesn’t finish his seconds…. 🥰

Also, I’ve had an idea as to how he can get to her in this au…. One that won’t involve him gutting the Dursleys in front of her but still saving her all the same 👀

Essentially, my first thought looking back on HP recently was, “they lock him under the cupboard from the OUTSIDE?! What if there’s a fire?” AND BASICALLY THAT COULD BE EXACTLY EHAT HAPPENS. The Dursleys go out for a nice family dinner or business function or something and leave poor Harriet locked in her cupboard as a punishment for something or another. Petunia left the oven on with the goodies she forgot to take out, and the house catches fire… they don’t realize what they’ve done until they come home to a smoldering ruin that used to be number 4 privet drive, and as they don’t find their tiny niece in the wreckage they naturally assume the worst 😔

Meanwhile, Voldy felt Harry’s terror at the near death experience, and broke through the blood wards to save her. He doesn’t even know his soulmate is Harry Potter yet, he just loved her so much already that it negated the blood wards 💖

DAMMIT. AND NOW I WANNA WRITE THIS TOO, ON TOP OF THE SNAPE ONESHOT IM ALREADY HALFWAY THROUGH 🤣🤦‍♀️

This is amaaaazing. Oh, this can definitely be how it all happens. Voldemort pulling Harry out of the cupboard and Harry clinging to him...

The image of Voldemort surrounded by walls on fire as Harry stares up at him from her cupboard...

Voldemort disapparates and immediately vanishes the smoke from Harry's lungs so Harry can breathe... Voldemort clutching Harry tight and Harry clutching him back...

GOD, I NEED TO WRITE THIS, I GOTTA, I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED TO WRITE THIS.

[hirukochan]

Hi!! I love your writing so much I was just wondering what do you plan to do in the future? I’d love to live in your brain for like one minute because the ideas you have and the way you write is so amazing and unique.

Hi!! <3 

My brain is a very crowded, forgetful and cramped place, zero out of five stars would not recommend lol.

I have a few ideas for the future!

Of course A Servant of Death. I have four parts in total planned for that series and there is a vampire arc coming up in part three I am so excited for! It’s a huge project and I try not to stress myself out to prevent burn out. The first part ended up being longer than the HP book it was based on 😅. So that - even though it’s updating slower rn (I might have gotten a tad too excited and published too many WIPs right after one another 😅) it’s my baby, my love, my passion project. It’s not getting abandoned, it’ll just need some time to grow 🥰.

I am being strict with myself to finish my WIPs before I publish anything longer than a oneshot. Your tears is nearing its end though I am beginning to fear it’ll be longer than I anticipated because I’ve had a few more ideas (cramped and crowded brain and terrible planning skills + a lack of self control 😬). A most unexpected turn of events won’t be too long (she said optimistic for the fourth time now???) and with Carrying Atlas I honestly have no idea. I could spend forever developing their relationship and ignore the plot I have planned. I’m avoiding sitting down and fleshing it out for now in favour of writing smut!

As for oneshots:

I have a second part for Ministry Documents planned!

A Snape/Reader/Voldemort oneshot, the reader is either an Auror they trap and ‘punish’ together or a new recruit that has to prove her loyalty, haven’t decided yet, might write both. 

I have a half finished Snape/Reader/Crouch jr professor-student oneshot lying around where the reader has been sleeping with both her professors but neither knew about the other and they punish her together.

I am writing on a Snarriet oneshot, Snape is a demon Harrie summons but something goes wrong.

I have a few more ideas for Snarriet, including one Muggle AU where James and Lily are alive and Snape is Uncle Sev 🤭 (no blood relation!!) Questionable but it’s intriguing me.

Then I would love to rewrite an old fic of mine. It’s a Snape/OC story that’s very dear to me. It has its own magical society within the wizarding world. It follows Snape and Theodora O’Brian who has to attend Hogwarts against her wishes. She experiences racism, discrimination, classims, cultural genocide and the literal murder of her relatives because they arn’t ‘real’ witches and wizards.

It takes place during the first and the second war. They both join Voldemort after school, both get sucked into this cult and soon realise it’s not what they were promised it would be. Voldemort takes advantage of them, he seduces them and they have to navigate their life together, their complicated feelings for Voldemort, Dumbledore’s questionable morals and many more challenges. So it’s teen!Snape and adult!Snape. And there is an irish wolfhound named Duchess!

I have a Severitus fic with fem!Harry planned! Snape has to care for baby Harrie after the war. Voldemort is dead once and for all, no Horcruxes. It’ll be a bit of a character study I think, exploring Snape’s trauma and his struggles with reentering the ‘normal’ society after a horrible time among Death Eaters, his struggles as a parent, his wish to do better for her than his parents did for him. I think Snape reconciling with one of his parents during his journey as adoptive dad would be nice too. 

Another old story I’d like to rewrite is about Snape suddenly having to take a far more active role in raising his baby sister. It takes place before Harry comes to Hogwarts. She is sixteen (or fifteen??? I can’t remember lol) and a whirlwind of chaos, anger and some underlying issue she isn’t talking about. She went to Ilvermorny because Eileen moved to the US with her when she was a baby, leaving Snape alone with their father. After their mother dies Snape lets her stay at Ilvermorny. She gets expelled and Snape brings her to Hogwarts to finish her education. They bump heads all the time. It’s a lot of chaos 🤣 but also a fiercely protective older brother!Snape 🥰

I have probably more ideas that I forgot about and are now rotting in some notebook I’ll rediscover in a few weeks 🤣

But these are those stories I have lined up to write once I have cleared some things off my plate ☺️💚

[shadowthestoryteller]

Exactly! A bad guys messes with Tintin one (1) time and suddenly that little ginger haired, baby faced reporter becomes an absolute hellspawn that no amount of near death experiences can remove. Karama has a name and it is Tintin😂

He would be a TERRIFYING bad guy, especially given how lucky he can be. It is hilarious tho when someone first starts reading Tintin they’re like “oh, lawful good” then two stories later it’s like “OH chaotic good”

🥰

I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING 🤣🤣🤣

"moral compass of a crow that just got kicked at the park" I'M DYING

You're so right and thank you for these, they made my day 🥰

I am SO glad my nonsense was amusing!😂

He really has the vibe of “incredibly smart and clever, and even friendly, but if you inconvenience him he WILL become a curse unto your very existence until the end of time and that is a threat”

Exhibit A: Rastapopoulos

You’re very welcome! I love your art!🥰

[whiskeynwriting]

First of all CONGRATULATIONSS!!!! U trully deserve it like really your amazing and ur writing is just so perfect.. So I was thinking maybe the reader was close to getting hurt or death during a raid with Javier peña, and them admitting their feelings after a heated argument and then u know what comes after it with all the adrenaline and stuff😏 Again congrats and I am so happy for u, stay safe & sendig love🤍🤍

Thank you bb ♥️ you've supported me for so long and your love means the WORLD to me! 🥰😊😘

Something More

Javier Peña x Female Reader

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Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) use and descriptions of guns, physical violence, angry/possessive Javi, angst, friends with benefits, slight nipple play, vaginal sex, cumplay, fluffies, slight mention of cartels and drugs

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A/N: Javi baby I’ll be yours 😍😍🥵

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At the end of the day, it’s not like he really had a choice. He’s not your boss, he can’t tell you what to do or where to go, or rather, where to not go. It’s not up to him, and if you’re being honest, he had no right trying to convince you to stay in the first place. Javier’s so-called ‘care’ for you made you feel small and weak, made you feel like you were a child to be looked after and not an asset to your team.

In your mind, it was just sex, and you thought he’d felt the same way, too. He doesn’t exactly have a great track record for dating women, he just sleeps around. And truly, you’re no different. So, you didn’t think it’d be a big deal if you slept together. But after doing so a handful of times, Javier’s feelings got the better of him. Maybe it was because he saw you every day, worked with you so closely and got to know you so well. The other women he slept with, he’d only see them if he wanted to. But with you, he had no choice. You were in his space all day, every day, and he just couldn’t fight it anymore.

“Where’s Peña?” Steve asks, glancing over at you in the passenger seat.

“I don’t know,” you respond, twisting up your face as you load your pistol. “Why’re you asking me?”

Steve grins, giving you another sideways glance. Then he shrugs.

“I dunno; he’s on our team.” Steve’s explanation is bullshit, and you both know it. “I don’t know where he is; just figured I’d ask.”

You shoot him a stare as you cock your gun, shoving it into the front holster of your tac vest. Whatever, Murphy. With a slight huff, and another chuckle from your older teammate, you switch off your phone and shove into the middle compartment. You need to get in the right headspace for this and thinking about Javier is not the way to do that.

Javier. It’s funny, you think, referring to him by his full name or his last name while working. Because when he was inside you, it was always Javi.

“Javi, baby, please, please don’t stop.”

“Shh…” he’d cooed, whispering into your ear before placing a furry of tender kisses there. “Nghh, fuck.”

He’d covered your neck in kisses, occasionally sucking on your earlobe while he rocked into you. Javi’s large palms roamed your body, caressing your back, holding your hips, touching every part of you he could. He made you feel so full, but not too full, not to the point where it was painful. He also knew how to use his hips, moving them rhythmically against yours. It made for the most pleasurable experience, for both him and you.

“Javi, Javi, Javi…”

Fuck, stop.

   Steve pulls into an alleyway about five minutes later, allowing both of you to approach the scene quietly. You meet Javier and the rest of your team near the edge of the building, your group now reviewing your strategy before executing the plan. Steve stays by your side, or rather, you stay by his. Any excuse to get further away from Javier.

When your group gets into formation, your specific spot is near the rear. There are three men behind you covering your back, and five other officers in front, Javier leading the pack. You are to sweep the building for any possible evidence or convicts. You don’t expect a particularly large group of the cartel to be in here, but you are expecting a few stragglers. With your handgun to your chest, you make your way up the stairs, each pair of you dispersing into your assigned level of the building as you continue your ascent. Your assigned partner for the bust is Agent Romero, but when you step onto the fifth floor, your assigned floor, another agent joins you instead.

“What are you doing?!” you hiss, shooting Javier a glare.

“I switched partners.” He whispers back, eyes not on you but scanning your surroundings.

“Why?”

He doesn’t respond, just sends a quick look your way. A look that says shut up and do your job, or maybe his look says you already know why. Maybe it’s both, and maybe he should be doing his job and stay with his own partner. Regardless, you roll your eyes and remind yourself of where you are.

It’s obvious you’re annoyed with him, but when it comes to your safety, your aggravation doesn’t matter. He knows you can handle yourself; he knows that. But it’s too much stress to see you out in the field and not be by your side, not knowing whether or not you’re okay. So he continues on, taking lead as the two of you scan the fifth floor.

“Let’s split up.”

“What? No –”

But you’re already gone, deciding you can do this on your own. You step off to the left, rounding a couple of abandoned desks. And then you hear something rustle, seeing a small stack of papers fall off the side of the nearest wooden surface.

“Put your hands where I can see them.” you calmly demand, training your weapon on that same desk.

You can see the top of someone’s head, a light brush of dark hair that had been moving slightly. And at your words, they rise, hands still at their sides.

“Hands up and behind your head.”

He does as you say, watching with a stoic expression as you approach him. When you go to reach for one of his hands, though, intending on cuffing him, he swings. His fist hits you dead in the chest and knocks you back. He tries to run but you grab his arm, tugging him back. The force of his blow had stunned you so much that you dropped your gun, and lucky for you, he doesn’t have one, either.

It turns into a full-fledged fight; one you’re not prepared for. But you’ve trained for this, so you handle it as best you can. You’re able to twist one of his arms behind his back, your struggle growing loud enough to draw Javier’s attention. He comes running, seemingly out of breath as he draws his weapon. He sees you restraining the man, but decides to take action anyway. In a few large strides, he’s next to the two of you, grabbing the man’s arms and slightly shoving you aside. You scoff as he does so, watching Javier whip out his handcuffs to detain the man.

To say you’re angry would be an understatement. You feel absolutely embarrassed, and offended. You were clearly in charge of the situation. He could’ve stood by in case you needed backup, not shove you out of the way and take over completely. It made you feel fucking weak, he made you feel weak.

Everyone decided to go out and celebrate, the plan being a complete success. But you choose not to go. You have nothing to celebrate, not personally. You love going out into the field, love taking action and making an actual difference. And Javier took that away from you.

It’s late when you get back to the office, dark outside and dimly lit on the inside. The only people occupying the building during these hours are the janitors, and you already have a key to get inside, so you don’t even have to speak to them. All you’re doing is grabbing a few case files, intending to review them over the weekend in order to get ahead. When you see the papers on your desk, you pile them into a folder with a defeated sigh. Maybe you’ll have a better chance next time.

“Hey,”

You don’t even turn around, you just close your eyes, releasing a frustrated breath.

“Why are you here, Javier?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He casually responds, walking up behind you and then standing at your side. “Look, I’m… I’m sorry about today.”

“You do this all the time.” You have your teeth clenched; eyes still pinched shut as you try to control your rage.

“What?” he asks, voice quiet yet slightly surprised.

“You constantly undermine me, Javier. Constantly. I’ve done my training; I’ve done my time. I’m not a rookie anymore and more importantly,”

Finally, you spin around, eyebrows furrowed as you stare up at him.

“You’re not my boss.” You then shove past him, folder tucked under your arm. “You need to stop acting like you can tell me what to do.”

“I’m trying to apologize, can’t you wa –”

“Javier,” you scoff, finally stepping away to leave. “Fuck off.”

         You make it home, seeing red the entire way. And Javier does the same, each of you stomping into your respective homes and slamming the doors behind you. You opt to take a shower to calm down, but Javier is different.

         He plops down on his couch, groaning as he rubs his face. Both the whiskey and cigarettes aren’t far away but he doesn’t feel like reaching for either of them. Instead, he reaches for the phone. Unbeknownst to him, you’re washing away your worries in hot steam, so you don’t answer when he calls. He assumes, though, that you’re ignoring him. Which only aggravates him more. He doesn’t know what to do. He thought he was helping you, protecting you, but at the same time he can see things from your point of view, too. The feelings he has for you… maybe you don’t feel the same. But he reminds himself that that can’t be true. He sees the way you look at him, feels the way you fuck him. None of that is fake.

         A few miles away, you finish your shower, wrapping your hair up and stepping out. It made you feel better, refreshed your mental state. You’d also received some bruises from your short fight, the hot water helping the areas that are slowly beginning to ache. Some sweatpants and a light tank top are what you choose for the night, keeping your clothes light and making sure they don’t hug your body too tight. And then you sit down, taking a moment to rest on the couch. It only takes seconds for you to shoot right back up.

         “What the fuck are you doing here?!” you spit, opening the door to see Javier. He’d been pounding on it relentlessly, clearly still frustrated. “Why’re you being so loud?”

         “Why did you ignore me?” he responds, completely disregarding your questions.

         “What?”

         He strides past you and through the door, stomping into your living room while he rubs a hand over his jaw. Quickly closing the door, you follow him further inside, watching him move around in his flustered state.

         “I called you,” he finally says, hands on his hips. “Why didn’t you pick up?”

         “I was in the shower, Javier. I didn’t even know you had called.”

         “So, what?” he shrugs, continuing on. “You’re just done with me? Is that it?”

         “What the fuck are you talking about?” now you’re growing aggravated, the adrenaline you’d felt earlier quickly returning. “When did I ever say that?”

         “Sure as hell seems like it, since you told me to fuck off.”

         “Look, I was mad, okay? And I had every right to be!”

         “I tried apologizing, and you just walked away!” he shouts, feeling incredibly hurt. It stung when you said those words to him and nothing more. It felt like you were walking out of his life.

         He surges forward toward you, immediately crowding your space with his toned body and booming voice. His chest drops deeply, now rising rapidly as he inhales his next breath. Hesitantly, he reaches for you, his hands falling on your hips.

         “I don’t like you being out there, okay? I don’t like not… knowing.”

         “Not knowing what?”

         “Whether or not you’re okay.”

         You swallow at his response, thinking it over in your head. Javier actually worries about you? But your thoughts quickly turn, convincing yourself that that’s what anyone on your team would do. Honestly, he probably just wants a quick fuck.

         “Look Javier, thanks for looking out for me. It’s what anyone on our team would do. But I’m not in the mood to argue, and I’m not in the mood for sex. So, if that’s what you want, go find Vanessa or something.”

         “Would you stop being so goddamn defensive?!”

         “How can I not be when you act like you’re my goddamn boyfriend but only come around for sex?! You can sleep around, and so can I. This isn’t something that’s exclusive.”

         “Well, I want it to be.”

         For once, you’re speechless; all you do is stare up at him. Your anger is still there, sure, but only because you don’t want to show him that you’re cracking underneath. You don’t want to believe him, but why would he say it if it wasn’t true? He’s never mentioned anything about being exclusive before, hell, you’ve never even been on a real date before.

         “Really?”

         “Yes.” he steps even closer to you, the hands he once held at your hips now sliding around your lower back. “I care for you, bonita.” (pretty)

         Javi’s left hand rises to brush a strand of hair away from your face, now cupping your cheek. Your eyes flicker back and forth between his, the furious adrenaline coursing through your veins now turning into something different, something pleasurable and exciting.

         “I thought, I thought this was…”

         “Whatever you thought this was,” he says in that low and slightly rough tone. “It’s not, not anymore. I want it to be something more.”

         You don’t often see him like this, so vulnerable with his emotions. He usually remained rather stern on the outside, stubborn and determined. Feelings deeper than that were just that, deep, hidden away where no one could find them. Not even him.

         “Is that what you want?” he then asks as his thumb strokes your cheek, worry accompanying the emotions his vulnerability brings. For a moment he waits in silence, terrified inside that you won’t return how he feels.

         “I didn’t let myself feel that way for you,” you admit in a hushed tone, and it makes his heart sink. “It’s hard to let you in, because… I feel like it will only hurt.”

         His face twists in confusion, his head tilting slightly. The hand on your face doesn’t move, though, and you don’t want it to.

         “I didn’t think you’d want me like that.”

         Your own hands begin to slide up his front, fingers rubbing slightly at the fabric over his chest. And then, your eyes dip down in uncertainty, thinking about how to translate the thoughts swirling through your head.

         “Tell me if you want this.” He begs, licking his lower lip.

         Nerves bubble up inside him, anxiety tensing his muscles to their limit.

         “I want this with you, Javi.”

         Hearing you speak his nickname again makes him melt inside, all of his anxiety brushed away in one deep breath. And when your eyes meet his, he can practically feel you asking for him.

         Javi mirrors your need, dipping his head down to capture your lips with his. The hands that you’d placed on his chest slide up to his neck, fingernails brushing against the tips of his hair. He uses his right hand on your back to pull you flush against him, a small moan now purring from your lips. And inside, your heart flutters. It feels strange, fully letting go and allowing him into your life like this. But you hope it’s good, you believe it will be good.

         Slowly, you begin to move against the other, feeling the other’s body on yours. Your gentle caresses turn into passionate grabs as you hold each other, because this is unlike anything you’ve felt before. To surrender fully to someone has never been an easy thing for you, but with Javi, you know you’ll be safe with him.

         “Oh,” you huff out against him, his full lips insistent on meeting yours.

         He molds his mouth to you, disregarding your slight noise as your back hits the far wall. And he easily moves, immediately moves, picking you up and wrapping both of your legs around his waist.

         “Oh…” it hits the air gently, your quiet moan.

��        Javi nudges your head to the side with his nose, his lips and tongue then finding your neck. You hold him against you while both of his hands remain underneath your thighs. His grip is firm, strong, continuing to hold you up between himself and the wall. He’s already grinding into you, his tighter pants allowing you to feel his full length. You’re both an absolute mess of sighs and moans, his heavy breaths hitting your skin with each heated pant. He groans lightly when you tug on his hair, nails scratching against his scalp.

         “Do you want to, baby?” he asks breathily against your throat, continuing the placement of his heated and sloppy kisses.

         All you do is nod, hands lowering to his face and dragging him up to yours. You press Javi’s full lips to your own, passionately moaning against him. And that’s all he needs.

         He knows the layout of your apartment like the back of his hand, having been here so many times over the past few months. Without much guidance from his own eyes, he lifts you from the wall and begins to walk down your hallway. He makes it past your bathroom on the left, and with a few more steps, turns into your bedroom on the right. It makes you smile against him, knowing how well he remembers your home. If only you knew how fondly he thinks of it.

         “Baby,” you breathe out, both hands holding his face as he lays you down.

         Javi gives you a quick kiss before he stands, turning to switch on the small lamp sitting at your desk. He then lifts his shirt, turning back to you as he tosses it onto your desk behind him. The breath that comes from your chest is one of contentment, watching as his skilled fingers drop to his belt, setting it aside and then sliding down his pants. It’s then that he returns to you, crawling over you on your bed, body hovering over yours. He urges you to lay back, slow yet sensual kisses places directly onto your lips. And while he distracts you like this, his hands work their way down to the hem of your shirt, and you lean up when he tugs at it lightly. He slides it off your form, and like clockwork, he then moves to undo your bra.

         “Mm…” he mumbles, pressing his face against them.

         “Javi…” it feels natural like this, saying his name. Not his full one, not his title, his name. The shortened word making the moment much more intimate than before.

         He savors this moment, really takes it in. You’d only had sex with him in your bed one other time before, the act usually unfolding on one of your couches or on his own mattress. Sometimes even in the back of his jeep, but that’s a story for another time, perhaps.

         He’ll never admit it, but over these past few months, Javier has thought of nothing but you. He’d imagined so many women to be you, women he’d kissed and fucked and met a dozen times before. But when he had sex with you, it felt more intimate, felt more natural. It wasn’t just a simple fling for him, it never was. And now that he has you all to himself, it’s like he’s unlocking a world he thought may never be open.

         Suddenly, Javi moves down your body, pressing kisses between your breasts as he trails down. The warm wetness of his tongue glides across your skin, those effortlessly tender lips kissing your stomach and hips. You shiver at the feel of it; Javi always seemed to worship your body whenever you were naked with him, and now you know why.

         “Oh!” you gasp, feeling him nip at the thin skin of your hip.

         He sucks on it, grazing his teeth along it and making sure he leaves his mark. While he’s doing so, his hands hook into the waistband of your pants, sliding them down and kissing every inch of exposed flesh that he reveals. He’s never licked you before, though he’s thought of it often. And while he wants to stick his tongue inside and see how you taste, he decides it’s better for a later date.

         All of a sudden, you reach down, hauling him back up to you. He’d begun to remove your panties, but you finish the job for him by shimmying them down your legs and then kicking them off. Passionately, you hold his face, pressing your lips to his over and over again.

         “Let me grab a condom,” he mutters, giving you one more kiss, and then another on your cheek.

         He remembers you grabbing one from your nightstand the last time you’d had sex in your bed, so he reaches over to do the same. In two quick swipes, the drawer opens and shuts, Javi now returning with the packet in hand.

         “Let me do it,” you sigh, reaching out for it. “Let me.”

         Javi smiles down at you, always a fan of your eagerness. He’d never met another woman that did this for him, he always put it on himself. But he leans back and upright, resting on his knees so he can allow you to reach him. You sit up, too, following his motions. Your eyes immediately focus on the beautiful erection between his thighs, hanging heavily and waiting. Without pulling your eyes away, you tear the top off of the wrapper, letting the piece fall beside you as you lay the rubber covering over his tip. You don’t have to look up at him to know that he’s watching too, his jaw dropping and broad palms coming to rest on your knees. With delicate motions, your right hand holds him, your left rolling the protective piece down. When it’s fully on, Javi sighs, the sound rough and deep. You smirk to yourself, both hands wrapping around and jerking him slowly. Inside, you can feel yourself pulse, watching him rock his hips into your grasp.

         You’ve always loved listening to Javi’s grunts and groans; he sounded so different like this. You’d heard the noises he made while working out or fighting, and while those made you just as hot for him, these ones are just… different. They’re exhaled with more meaning, more passion.

         “Cariño…” he groans, now tilting his head up to look at you. (Baby…)

         And when you meet those deep, chestnut eyes, you lean back, allowing him to hover over you once again. His loving gaze doesn’t leave, not until he places a kiss on your cheek, and then on your jaw, all while positioning himself between your legs. You let your eyes close when you feel him nudge your entrance, his face now nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Both of your hands move to Javi’s back, holding him against you as he slides inside.

         “Javi…”

         His groan vibrates through his chest, the ending of it more of a sigh than anything else. In one smooth slide, he’s all the way in, his hips meeting your own. He grinds himself into you, the firm press of it making you moan.

         “Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, breaths already becoming hurried.

         He presses his face further against you, lets his chest lay over yours though not enough for it to hurt you. His left arm slides up, laying his forearm down beside your head for support. Javi’s right hand decides to travel lower, now holding onto your hip as he begins to move back.

         Even the slightest of movements makes your insides glow, sets your body alight with desire and pleasure. It makes you want more, and his body reacts the same, not even pulling all the way out before sliding back in. His lips brush over your skin, the hair above his lips and the stubble scattering his cheeks scratching you kindly. The sensation only furthers the ripple of goosebumps washing over you, making you cling that much tighter to him.

         He whispers your name, the coarse tone of the syllables echoing in your ear. And then he moans it again, hips now steadily rocking into yours. When he gives you a particularly hard thrust, your nails scratch down his neck and shoulders, the movement immediately followed by a harsh bite on your earlobe.

         “Fuuuck, yes. Javi faster, please.” You whine out, throwing your head back as you rise your pelvis to meet his own.

         “Mierda,” the word is hissed against your neck, Javi’s open mouth now panting against you. (Fuck)

         At your wish, his thrusts begin to quicken. He dives inside, grunts now slipping past his lips with every fervent shove. Javi’s motions become heated, all while remaining sensual. His hand continues to grip your hip, rising to firmly hold your waist.

         “Can I go deeper, bonita?” he asks with a sweet kiss to your ear. “Feels so good when I’m deep.”

         “Yes,” you immediately return. “Yes, Javi. Please go deeper.”

         All at once, Javi pulls back, the muscles in chest and stomach flexing above you. He lifts the arm he was leaning on beside your head, placing his palm underneath your left leg. He bends your knee, shoving it upward toward your stomach while keeping your other leg down. The new angle allows him to shift his hips, now moving to pound himself down into you.

         “Oh my god, Javi… fuck,”

         “Ugh,” he chokes out a groan into the crook of your neck. “Feels so good…”

         Your nails scratch along his back, the harshness he’s delivering almost painful. The muscles in your legs stretch for him, doing whatever he asks. His nose nudges your head further to the side, sucking on your neck with intent.

         “I need this,” he grunts out, lifting his head and returning his lips to yours. “Fucking hell.”

         “Baby you’re so, s – s” you continue to stutter, feeling his cocky grin grow beside you. “Strong.”

         “Yeah? Is that what you like about me?” his beautiful smirk remains, the curve of his nose tracing a path along your jaw. “Hm?”

         “Among many other things, yes…” you sigh out, a wide smile now running across your own lips.

         “You sexy fucking thing.” He grumbles, bending your leg even further back. “Look at how well you take me.”

         “Fuck, Javi, you make me feel fucking amazing. Baby,”

         “Baby, you’re gonna be mine?” he quickly asks, huffing the sentence out in two breaths.

         “Yes, Javi. I wanna be yours; I wanna be with you, baby.”

         “I like making sure you’re safe, bonita. I know you’re strong, but that doesn’t mean you have to fight.”

         You hadn’t expected to hear such soft and meaningful words from him, but they make your heart melt inside, make you go soft beneath him. A sudden gasp forces its way past your lips, your eyes fluttering shut as he hits that very specific spot. He feels your walls clench around him, feels you pulse inside. It makes him groan and growl into your neck.

         “Ngh, I can feel it, fuck.” Javi’s panting has grown frantic, his pelvis slapping down onto yours. “Cum baby, I know you can do it. I know how good it feels for you…”

         “Javi,”

         “Do it for me.”

         He thrusts into you harder, his nose now running up your cheek as he nuzzles into you. Then he kisses you there, his hurried breaths fanning out over your face.

         You’re still in awe of the pleasure Javi’s been able to bring you since the first time you’d laid with him in bed. He had a certain way with himself, swaying his hips into you at a gracefully powerful pace. It made you feel weak, but in the best way you’ve ever known.

         “Yes, yes…”

         It’s not sudden, you’d seen it coming. Each shove of his cock inside brought incredible waves of bliss to your system, building you up from the moment he entered. He has such amazing stamina, fully satisfying your needs before his own. And as he does so, he feels you shiver, his right arm snuggling its way beneath your back to hold you close. As soon as it hits, you cling to him, arms and legs wrapping around his firm body. He drops your leg to allow you to do so, letting you bring him in closer. Jesus, it feels so wonderful to finally have him like this, having him and knowing you don’t have to let him go. His beautiful body holds your own, continuing to coax you through your high.

         The ripple of his own shaking muscles comes shortly after, his open mouth laying over your skin as he moans. He loves when you wrap your legs around him like this, linking them behind his lower back and shoving him further inside. Your inner channel squeezes him tight, the wet heat of your own cum allowing him to easily slide in and out. His eyes roll back into his skull at the sensation, hips jerking harshly against your own. Each thrust is sharp and deep, the rush of his cum flooding his body with a euphoric high. But before he lets himself release into you, into the covering you’d laid over him, he pulls out.

         You shriek at the sensation, head snapping down to watch him. He rips the condom off, tossing it aside on the bed. His movements are almost frantic, kneeling up between your legs with his hand flying down to grip his cock. Javi’s tan body shakes above you, jerking himself off between your legs and into your stomach. He’s gasping and panting, the fingers of his free hand digging into the sweet flesh of your thigh. It doesn’t take long for the first spurt to arrive, shooting hotly across your stomach.

         “Oh,” he groans, pumping his hand with his brow furrowed deep. “Ugh.”

         Javi’s staring down at where his cum litters your belly, gasping out harshly as it lands on your skin. You gain your bearings enough to lean up, resting back on your forearms as you watch. Your legs lay out on either side of him, breaths slowing down as you watch his release. The grunts from his throat are forceful, sinful, followed by a few satisfied sighs.

         “Ugh…” he groans, lowering his body over yours.

         His back stays slightly arched, his stomach not pressing over his own cum as he holds you. Both hands slide around to your back, face pressing back into the crook of your neck. And you smile at his loving affections, your hands rising to pet lightly at his dark curls. You can feel him place a few firm kisses, his lips meeting your neck a handful of times.

         “Baby,” he grumbles, head turning to the side to place a kiss on your ear.

         He then inhales a deep breath, face resting over your soft, sweet-smelling hair. A happy hum moves through your chest, a calm smile forming along with it. He holds you so tightly, slightly rubbing himself over you.

         “Baby,” he repeats quietly, “You’re mine.” 

Thank you for reading <3

[misspearly1]

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Hello friends! Hope you enjoy my Pedro Pascal Character fanfictions. Minors do not interact. My stories are 18+ content.

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Surprise Birthday Party - 🥰

Frankie rushes to the reader with Ben Miller, to his surprise birthday party when you’re waters break

Heat - 🥵

You and Frankie are partnered up on a recon mission, tasked to scope out a warehouse suspected of criminal activity in the middle of the desert. How will he react when you suffer from heat stroke and begin to admit that you’ve loved him for a long time? 

Amazonia - 🥰🥵

27k word count. Smut, Fluff and Angst with a happy ending.

Surprise Writing Game - (4th letter) Multiple Series 🥰

Frankie gets a surprise letter overseas early into 18-month mission from you.

Thank You, Elvis - 🥵 🥰

Ezra - a harvester of Aurelac and a very good one at that - is considered to be a very expressive and honest man. With his honey dripped words and southern dialect, he is also extremely handsome with an air of confidence around him, but he begins to act funny after a near death experience and you wonder what is wrong with him, but then, you see why he is acting funny…

My Little Sunflower - Kissing Prompt 🥵 🥰

Ezra has been stuck on this purple moon for six months with Y/N, pining for her day after day and dreamed of kissing her. What happens when he finds out she has done something terribly bad that almost costs their lives? So bad in fact that they have to abandon their tent at night and run away, but what will Ezra do when he finds out why she did it? Read on and find out…

True Loves Revelation - Mando, Ezra, Frankie & Max 🥵

You and your partner Mando, find yourselves stuck inside of the Razor Crest after a rupture in the timeline, causing three other people to emerge on the ship - three people that look exactly like Mando.

A Man of My Word - Supplied Prompts Request 🥰

"I love your body, baby. Everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy." // "You're so beautiful...so,so beautiful..."

The Kings Cross - 🥵

Mi Amor - 🥵

The life you live under your fathers ruling, a King, is coming to an end. His desire to wed you to the wealthiest man available was the catalyst in your plan to escape. However, your time is running out and your plan starts to crumble, until your personal knight saves the day. Pero Tovar comes to your rescue.

Gi Dumpling Soup - 🥵

Din D’jarin, the big bad and scary Mandalorian finds himself standing before a bathroom mirror of a bar in the city of Tatooine, hyping himself up to make the first move on the most beautiful, enamouring and kind-hearted lady he has ever came across. After many stuttering nervous conversations with Y/N, he simply cannot go on any longer with just thinking about her. He wants - he needs to hold and kiss her lips, expressing how he really feels.

My Riduur, My Aliit - 🥰

Soft Fluffy Bathtub Scenario. Maybe a tinge of Angst: To give a simple breakdown, you fall asleep in a hot, relaxing bubbly bath and Mando rushes into the room. worried and peeved off because you could have drowned. Nudity in this fic, Light groping and lots of Kisses.

Long for me - part one 🥵 🥰 // Long for me - part two 🥵 🥰

After a little squabble between you and your employer of eight months - The Mandalorian - the tensions remain high between you both, yet when you break first and apologise, the beskar covered tin man surprised you with how much he shares with you. Then, you realise that you might actually be in love with the man… So what happens next?

Ner Cyar'ika Baar'ur - Secret Santa Event 2022

Working for the Mandalorian as his personal medic, it has become apart of the daily routine to battle against people who threaten his safety, or yours. You're apart of the chaos that comes with the bounty hunting life, but how does one particular quarry change everything between you and Din D'jarin?

The Receptionist - 🥵

Y/N is the receptionist at a sales company and had been working there for a total of two years, however the last six months she has had to endure the sexual teasing from her new boss, Max Phillips. It’s no secret that he is a seducer with every woman in the office, but he has a keen eye on Y/N specifically.

My Girl - 🥰

Dialog Prompt: “Do you dream about me?” // “Every night” // “That’s…surprisingly sweet. And what do you dream of exactly?” // “Different ways to kill you.” // “There it is.”

Overstimulated - Request with Supplied Prompts 🥰🥵

Prompt: "I'm Bored. Wanna play?"

The Christmas Display - 🥰

Reader attends a light display at the park outside her apartment and looks for her friend Zach. Handsome and homeless living out in the cold, her plans to accompany him and get him some food turn into something else.

New Beginnings - Request with Supplied Prompts 🥰🥵

Prompt: Sweat dripping down your faces, newly moved in furniture scattered around the half empty, small house & "You're so beautiful...so,so beautiful..."

First Look

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Same Mud, Same Blood

You have been picked up by some government agent and taken to a remote location. This place has been roped off by police and no one else has been permitted to enter. It was just a storm. What could've happened to warrant this kind of reaction?

Self Love - co-written with @scorpio-marionette

Working alongside the one and only Special Agent Marcus Pike is both a pleasure and misery; pleasure because he is a beautiful man with a sweet personality that you’ve grown to love unconditionally, misery because you can never admit that you have a crush on him and can only yearn for him in secret, however one question from the man himself sets off the first tumbling domino in your life and everything changes - for the better.

[familyvideostevie]

Hello sweet cheeks! This is my first ask with you, ugh im excited. So lets go with Eddie and if you're comfortable with Robin too🥰❤️

-Coco

hi coco!!! welcome!!!!!!!!!! im so happy you are here <3

Eddie 🦇: Have you ever had a near-death experience?

baby i live in a city i almost get hit by a car every other day <3

Robin 🎺: What piece of media secured your sexuality early on?

ok. hm. can i say pirates of the caribbean? is that too obvious? maybe that or watching danny phantom. like, damn! or LOTR? i was like everyone is beautiful what do i do with this information

stranger things inbox game

[erenscherub]

Thank you so much for clarifying! I love your rambling btw lol it give me more insight on both eren and readers feelings that you might not catch in the story. You have me so excited to read the rest of this story. Is it bad that apart of me want eren to get his shit together and they better their relationship together 🙈 everybody is on the fuck eren train lol and I’m just like they need to communicate, get everything out that’s hurting both of them, and work on bettering their marriage and family! ( I do not think him cheating is right btw)

Hello again, Nonnie! It’s great to see you in my inbox 🥰💕💕 you have no idea how happy it makes me to get asks like these and that someone actually reads through my Ted talks tag.

I’m sending you extra virtual hugs ❤️❤️

It’s ok to root for Eren. There’s two friends that go through all the rough drafts and one of them (A) said the same thing you did while the other (E) said Eren had a chance at redemption if he saved the reader from a near death experience.

It’s actually interesting that studies find over half of marriages do survive infidelity, yet only 16% of couples do. You know I think I’ll have to do a chapter centered around the Sunk-Cost fallacy…

Thank you so much Nonnie for that little plot bunny.

Somewhat related commentary below the cut.

When it comes down to it, life is very complex and if you nitpick at all the details, you can’t always simplify relationships to this person was the villain or make rational decisions on the fly like ‘just cut your losses and move on.’

Doesn’t justify cheating at all in the slightest.

But discussions with my friend E always help me see there’s another side to every story. The first arc is almost entirely from the reader’s perspective. It’s very easy for her to remember the amount of times Eren is absent because he wasn’t there during some pretty critical moments. So you could make the argument that he wasn’t there for her the five events when it counted, but what about his defense that you can’t eliminate his previous track record of the hundreds of times the reader was able to rely on him.

While Eren is toxic in this fic because he’s a cheater and insecurity led him to baby-trap the reader, he isn’t the only asshole in this relationship. E pointed out that it almost felt like the reader was keeping Colt and Marcel around like back-ups and doesn’t really do anything to assuage Eren’s insecurities.

While no relationship is perfect the key takeaways:

Communication is key in all relationships. So so many problems can be avoided/solved if people are willing to talk to each other and understand you can’t have it all.

Like your SO is not the enemy. There are times where there will be differences in opinion and ups and downs. But when it comes down to it, we’re all human and everyone makes mistakes.

The golden rule of moderation applies — don’t be a doormat but you do need to have the door open to allow room for error. Or I guess a better way to say it, there is nothing wrong with holding people accountable and calling them out on their shit. But you also have to be understanding that life fucks you up and no one is infalliable to error.

Don’t compromise. Instead you and your SO need to collaborate on the best solution

Also it is a HUGE red flag in relationships if your partner wants to get even and/or teach a lesson. No matter how pissed you may be at someone, you should never want to sabotage them or purposely hurt them.

This relationship is basically a blueprint of shit that shouldn’t happen and I hope no one ends up in a relationship like this.

After I finish this series, I really need to make an AU of this modern AU where Eren doesn’t cheat and they actually follow all the points above and it’s a healthy relationship. Eren’s Ever-After��? Confession Booth?

Ok. Definitely putting this under my Ted talk tag to revisit this idea later.

To whoever actually skimmed through all of this, take care of yourself, bubz! Remember to stay hydrated and get plenty of rest.