#goddamnit i almost cried when i had to put it on

[miirohs]

nightingale [m.v.s]

pairing: Mob Boss!Max Verstappen x Nurse!Reader wc: 1.7k cw: indications of ppd (not explicit but you'd have to read the lines for it), max is not the most mentally stable, abuse mentioned (not in detail) an: elle is 100% made up and if yall want more family content hmu i can do it 😝 also, the nightingale oath isn’t universally used, but essentially it’s almost the same thing as the Hippocratic oath doctors take :)

“She won’t stop crying!” Max snapped, frustratedly clutching the rails of the crib as the baby in it cried relentlessly, giving you a crazed look from the corner of his eye as you got closer. It was like dealing with a wounded animal that refused your help.

“Breath Max. Breath.” From the moment you had arrived at the Verstappen home, it had been walking on eggshells, anger fueling his every waking move from as far as three weeks as he prowled around the house.

“Godverdomme (goddamnit) Y/n, I know that! Why is she crying though?!”

You reached out a hand, stroking his back gently. You ought to be as angry as him for having you snatched off the streets but you couldn’t, not with the reveal of his child. You had the barest idea of what he might have been going through.

“I don’t know, I'm not… yeah.” The look in his eyes turned sharp and you closed your mouth, staring down at your hands.

“I’m leaving, I can’t do this right now. Don’t come after me or else.” He threatened, the anger on his face fading into a stoic look as he turned away from the child, one look you feared more than his explosive anger.

It wasn’t until he left the room, gun drawn in hand, that you could breathe again, nearly collapsing to the floor.

You turned around, weakly holding the rails. You could hear him barking at the guards from inside the room, fading into the distance as your anticipation slowly died down. You thought that maybe today, you were good as dead.

The baby’s fussing had died down long before you had finally noticed. You hesitated when looking at her, reaching in to pick her up gently.

“Hi Elle.”

All the baby did was look at you blankly, eyes still wet from the countless tears that’d been shed before Max left. She had his gorgeous blue eyes, but most likely her mothers soft face.

You knew he was a dangerous man, and now you supposed the baby knew as well, seeing the way she’d been crying before Max had finally left the room. It wasn’t an isolated incident as well, building up across many miniature incidents.

The most shocking part, though, was the fact you’d been told the biggest kingpin in the Netherlands had a child. You would’ve laughed in the face of the person telling you before, but now it felt realer than it had been for the last couple weeks.

You gently cradled the baby in your arm, rocking her lightly as you looked out the door ajar to the hall. You could hear the guard grumbling in discontent as they went about their business, yet none of the commotion had bothered Elle. 

She had finally fallen asleep in your arms, gripping onto your finger as you put her down, a strong sense of familiarity washing over you. 

You spent a good part of your time caring for children, as this was no different to you.

Letting go of the crib, you steeled your nerves to walk out the room, arms crossed in front of your protectively as you eyed the men in the hall.

One of the guards, Daniel, held you back gently by the shoulder, looking at you with curious eyes. This was probably one of the more rare times seeing you, it was like you’d never left the nursery from the moment you got here.

“You can’t-”

“He kidnapped me from my own home Daniel. I don’t think he has a right to keep me from going wherever I want in his house.” You snapped, surprised at how hoarse your voice seemed.

He didn’t fight you, simply nodding and slinking back to his spot because there wasn’t much he could do to convince you to stay. 

You could easily recall your steps to the kitchen, the heat in your feet dispelled by the cold tiles as you entered.

You didn’t know how long you were there, standing blankly at the sink as the water continued to fill up in the glass.

The glass was overfilling and you watched it, hands clenched into fists before you released them entirely, weight rolling off your shoulders.

The sound of a door slamming snapped you out of your stupor, turning off the sink and staring into the dimly illuminated living room.

Max came through the door, blood staining his shirt and face, dirt smudge across his nose and cheeks. He noticed you, a look of disparagement in his eyes as he got closer. Looking into his eyes, it really reminded you of Elle.

He ignored you as he limped into the kitchen, opening a cabinet with more gentleness than you’d seen in days.

“I thought I told you not to leave her alone?” He said, voice scratchy and low as if he’d been screaming. 

“She’s finally asleep.”

You responded. He didn’t bother to critize you again, popping open the bottle of whisky and pouring it into a glass. 

He limped back to the living room, settling into an armchair with his back to the cityline. He looked almost formidable as the harsh shadows cast lines on his face.

“You sure have a way of showing you care, Max.”

“I know you aren’t criticizing me now, schat.” He laughed humorlessly, sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh yeah, because kidnapping someone to take care of your child really says you love them.” You snarked, eyes trailing to his sides. 

There were minor tears when you hadn’t seen his shirt before he left, heart beating loudly as you got a glimpse of his bloodied side as he pushed himself up.

“What happened to you?”

“What do you think happened?” He said, rolling his eyes as he lowered the glass from his lips.

“Well, this isn’t healthy. For you or Elle.” You said wearily, finger tracing the rim of the glass. “Have you ever considered therapy? It might-“

“No.” 

You blinked, surprised by his sudden refusal. “Why not?”

“I can’t. Do you know the kind of risk that poses?” He grumbled, clearly offended at you for suggesting so.

“Okay then, sure would’ve been better if you’d kidnapped a therapist rather than an underpaid nurse to do that job for you. Secrecy and all.” 

“That’s how you want to play then? I’ll give you the money, then leave this place and never come back, if you’re that desperate.” He gritted through clenched teeth, temper clearly being dialed up by the reminder.

“What? Absolutely not.” It was your turn to reject his offer, staring at him blankly. You didn’t know why that made you feel so upset.

“I’m offering you money and allowing you to leave, what more could you want, schat?” He scoffed, sharply putting down the whiskey glass as he held his head in the other hand.

“I can't just leave her like that, you know that as well as I do.” He remained silent, which you took as permission to get closer to him.

He didn’t protest as you leaned over, yet flinched slightly as you pulled his shirt up.

“Calm down, if I had any intention of hurting you, you’d know.” You rolled your eyes, turning up the light a little more so you could see the full extent of his wounds.

“I don’t think it’s necessary-“ 

You cut him off with a sharp inhale. The other miniature wounds stared back at you, barely cuts compared to the jagged scar that ran down his side. “When did this happen?” You whispered.

He slammed his glass down again and you flinched back, split seconds before you could look him in the eyes again. They were slightly sorrowful, but otherwise empty, where there had been every negative emotion a human could muster moments before.

“It was my dad.”

“Did he…” You didn’t finish the sentence, swallowing your doubts as you stared at it.

“Yes. It was in a fight. He won, obviously.” He answered, short and clipped as his posture dropped slightly. 

“Is this why you don’t want Elle? Because you don’t want her to go through-” You asked meekly, cut off almost instantly. “The old man is dead. I killed him myself, made sure he couldn’t lay a single hand on anyone else.” Max hissed, a few beats passing in between the both of you.

“Do you know anything about her mother maybe? I could probably pull together something if-”

“She’s dead.” 

You blinked, mouth gaping slightly.

“She was a prostitute. Most likely gone from all the drugs up her system by now. That’s why I needed you. Our old doctor… left his position early.” 

You watched him get up from his spot, clearly done with the conversation, but something about what he said seemed to strike a chord in you.

“So you brought me to make sure-“

“The baby wasn’t affected. You weren’t a doctor but you did just fine I suppose.” He finished, back to you and he poured himself another one.

“Max, do you know what a Nightingale oath is?”

“Een nacht wat (a night what)?” You continued on, though you had a feeling you knew what he said.

“It’s an oath some of us take. To protect and to serve.”

You got up, feet pattering against the ground as you got closer to him.

“I don’t think anyone really abides by it anymore-“ He let out a short laugh, clearly unbelieving of your words as you continued, “-but maybe, just maybe, that’s why I haven’t gone home just yet.”

“Are you sure you want this Y/n? When you could just as easily leave and go home now?” He muttered softly, hunched over the countertop as your hand met his back.

“I’m sure. You need the help Max. You can’t deny it.”

“Then so be it nachtegaal. I can’t stop you when you’ve made up your mind.” He murmured, steely blue eyes meeting your own as he held your gaze.

“Maybe, once you’re well enough, you can finally form some connection to the child.” You sighed, looking at him. “I promise it.”

“You’re very confident in this plan of yours.”

You smiled inwardly at his words. “Why else would I be here if I wasn’t?”

[billskeis]

your fics have got me ACTING UP. like i was reading them for 20 mins this morning and i had a boner (im a woman)

now i cannot stop thinking about cock warming bill. 😭

like imagine cockwarming him while his cock twitches under you and him softly moaning and whining in your ear when you refuse to move.

and bill gets so worked up and starts to grind into you so you edge him as punishment for not being patient

okay well im getting carried away 🙏

(fic idea??)

ᡣ𐭩 cw cockwarming bill, teasing + edging ur subby boyfie >_>

“o-oh..” bill had to look up towards the ceiling, bracing himself as you held onto his shoulders. you slowly sunk down on his cock, dragging and ravishing each and every inch of his length, swallowed by your silky cunt.

he clutches the couch under him as he anticipates for you to ride him. he’s been waiting for this all day as you constantly teased him about wanting to fuck him, but this isn’t what he was expecting tonight.

as you sink to the bottom of his shaft, you let out a heavy sigh into his ear, “oh bill..” satisfied with how he stuffs you full. the stretch burns too good, and you sit on his lap as his thighs can only shake and tremble from how he wishes you would just move.

a hand holds your waist tight, "schatzi, please.. i-i need this.." as he caresses the slim of your back, fingers slowly digging into your hips.

"mm nh," you hum a noise of disapproval as you smack his hand away from sneakily squeezing your ass to gain any movement from you. bill can only whine as you look down from above him. glossy eyes shine in the dim light where the two of you were previously enjoying what seemed to be a Netflix marathon gone wrong.

cheeks flushed and he pouts as he bites his lip, you lean down to close the gap between your lips, shoving your tongue in his mouth as he gasps "hhn!" a jolt of his hips from shock as you slightly pinch him.

with obvious control, your tongue dances in his mouth, licking every crevice and corner of the oral canal; he's sweet, and addicting, his moans are vocal even when stifled by how you attack his mouth vigorously.

he runs his hands up and down your body, gently shoving you off needing air as he catches a much-needed breath "n-not fairrrrr..~" he drags on, "you feel so good, just, m-move goddamnit.."

you giggle. "bill baby, i said no. just a little longer, 'kay?" he's so cute when he's all whiny and needy. bill looks like he's almost about to cry, he's not used to not being spoiled as you have every day, always compiling to his needs because he's such a good boyfriend <3.

leaning your body onto his as you hug him, he puts his chin on your shoulder and you feel his hot breath near his ear.

smacking his dry lips, he licks them wet, breath again fanning against your ear as he whines how "need more of you.. wan'it so badly, fuck." his cock twitches against your plushy cervix as they remain in an everlasting kiss.

"already so needy huh? well, i'm in the mood to only tease you." a snarky comment, but you simply wished to tease him. he was adorable like this. so pliable and filled with so much want, so much need. taking things up a notch you slowly move your hips in a circle.

bill lets out a wanton moan, his mouth in an 'O' shape as he can only watch you mound his cock with such slow and painful grinding. he can only be grateful for the little movement you give him, not wanting to say anything more.

small cries elicit from his swollen lips from the previous biting of how much of a tease you are, "p-please..!" he immediately holds you closer to him, desperate whispers tickling down your ear and neck as bill unconsciously fucks his hips into yours.

with his grinding unbeknownst to him, bill forgets his size. he's big. skinnier than others but that length means business when it comes to fucking you, and he definitely knows how to.

"h-hahh shit! bill." your stomach clenches as you almost feel yourself coming from just one slight movement. truth be told, you're as sensitive as bill when it comes to sex; so you lasting longer than him was quite the stretch.

"'m sorry, 'm sorry 'm sorry i had no c-control of myself.. fuck i just couldn't wait..!"

his useless apologies mean nothing to you when he couldn't follow such simple tasks. as he tries to take the matter into his own hands, you regain total control as you begin riding him.

bill lets a cry out as tears stream down his face, only being able to watch you pummel your hips up and back down onto his, ensuring to stay down for a little bit longer before dragging your pussy to the tip of his sensitive cock, and quickly falling back down to the hilt of his length.

following a rhythm, you bite back your moans to show bill you're not faltering from this. "y/n.. i'm dying trying to take you like this..—just—please let me cum.." you still your movements to wipe the tears away from his face as he sniffles, whimpering at the soft loving touch you emit off your fingerpads caressing his face.

your stomach burns with the urge to just fuck him until the both of you reach your highs, he deserves it of course, but that just wasn't your intention for the night.

"you're adorable bill, but maybe next time. you cum, and no sex for a week," as you began moving again, air thickening with lust coming from the both of you.

bill's leg shakes and he immediately clenches his eyes closed, no longer able to watch the sight of how your cunt so easily swallows his length as even then the sight in front of him might cause him to prematurely ejaculate.

"w-wait, agh.. stop.. stop..! baby please!! 'm gunna cum!!" slapping your thighs as a warning sign to get off of him. you feel his cock pulsating inside of you as you slow down the pace of your riding, the slow fucking of your cunt onto his cock is what does it for him.

he attempts to shove you off of him, but you're stronger than him. wayyy stronger as his efforts to get you off are no good. not moving an inch, you continue to ride your boyfriend as you feel a certain warmth inside of you.

"s-shit..." bill squeaks as his legs twitch, coming down from his orgasm strongly washing over him as he lols his tongue out, saliva dripping off the tip of it. he looks as though he's straight up from a porno.

hair tussled as his face a flush pink, sweat dripping down his forehead as the button-up of his shirt is all wrinkled, skinny jeans pulled down low to reveal his happy trial and the v-line of his abdomen.

you knew he wouldn't have been able to last long, but that's okay, you weren't actually gonna take sex away from him for a week.. how cruel!

as you sat still on his lap, stuffed with his seed, bill can only cry and hiccup. he doesn't know what came over him, but he's very upset that he wasn't able to follow such a simple command of yours.

thinking he's a bad boy, he can't even face you as his lips tremble. his gaze is set down onto the sight your hips on his. if he was a puppy, bill’s ears and tails would be folded in disappointment and sadness on himself.

sighing, with a smile you tilt his face up by his chin with your thumb, swiping it over his puffy pink lips.

you again catch his lips in a kiss as he takes what you give him, tongues massaging one another as he moans in satisfaction. pulling away, bill lets out a little 'pwah' as saliva leaves both of your mouths.

"l-liebe.. i.." you chuckle at him as you pat his head, then push away his fringe from his face, "i was only joking bill, i would never refuse sex with you."

his eyes light up as he leans closer to your face, sniffling. his body is spent but happier now that you aren't mad at him for not listening. "oh baby.. you had me so sad," engulfing you in a hug with his long lanky arms, warmth shared between your two already heated bodies.

he's such a good boy. so pretty, so compliant, and so sensitive all for you. bill loves to feel good. and he always wants to feel good, but he feels even better listening to you.

oblivious to your knowledge, secretly, he's fantasized about doing this with you, but will never admit it. at least for now.

i feel like i suck at writing LMFAOOO that’s why i haven’t shown face in like a month hi guys what’s up :333

university just started and i wanna die . so like see y’all soon in my monthly appearances TEEHEE

[junkiepunkie]

Peter was never going to be a best man. It was so obvious. James and Regulus had planned for Sirius and Remus to be theirs, and there was no doubt the Sirius would want James as a best man, and Remus would want Reggie. Lilly are Dorcas would have Mary and marlene on Lilly’s end, and Barty and Evan on Dorcas’. Even Mary and Marlene and Evan and Barty had other people to use. So you see, Peter would never be a best man. What he did become was a death eater, before Reggie joined officially and long before Barty would even consider it. Peter became a death eater because goddamnit he had 10 best friends and NOT ONE wanted him in their marriage party. It was the day before Remus and Sirius got married (they were the first to tie the knot), that Peter sold out the Potters hideaway. Telling Voldemort to “pay them a visit” in a week, after all the fucking weddings, when they’d be home. He had sold them out and put everything in place to frame Sirius in a fit of pure envy that had been building up for years. The dozen fucking weddings were just the cherry on top of a very tall cake. On the day of Remus and Sirius’ wedding it’s Remus who pulls Pete aside. “Pete, who do you want to walk down the isle first? Me or Sirius? We can’t decide who should be the one waiting”

Oh.

it was always a joke between all of the marauders, that James and Remus acted like mothers, but that it was Peter who always stepped up to play dad in a room full of kids who really needed fathers. But Peter had never considered…. It was a joke. He had always thought it was just a joke.

Pete walked all ten of his closest friends down the isle that week. He had cried like a baby for every one of them. Partially because of how much he loved them, but partially because he knew now what he had done. James and the surrogate mother of his child would be unprepared and in a house with no defense on Halloween and they were going to die there.

on Halloween Peter had decided his life was less important than he thought, he had ran halfway to the potters but he knew he wouldn’t make it. He found a pay phone.

“hello? Who is thi-“

“James… i-“

“Pete! Hey how are you I was just-“

”James! James! I- I’ve done something terrible.”

Peter didn’t need to elaborate. James just sort of knew.

”oh Peter…”

The door. Peter heard the Potters door though the hum of the phone.

“Peter. I forgive you.”

Pete cried. He cried for three hours in that phone booth that was half way between his house and the Potters. When he finally pulled himself together, he couldn’t do anything apart from wonder aimlessly to the Potters. He could turn him self in, be put to death, end this shell of a life. He deserved death.

But of course, Sirius had to be there. Peter almost broke down seeing his friend cradling a baby boy in the midst of a tragedy. Sirius looked up at Pete and sat harry on the Potters doorstep.

“Pete…. How could you..?” He wasn’t angry yet. He was still in shock. In a moment of horrible clarity Peter remembered his plan. Sirius saw the spark in Pete’s eye, it was the look he got when he was in charms, or even just reading about them. Peter was always the best at charms.

“Pete! No-“

“RICTUSEMPRA!”

[blacklegsanjiii]

I just loved your 0&3ji!Twins au, and I couldn't stop myself from thinking about a new version of it. Where our Pudding gets her deserved love, tough.

So, in this, after Pudding eats her Devil Fruit when she's 4 and ends up not being able to use it, Big Mom chooses to "get rid of this failure". She goes to the East Blue and drops her there, on a sinking boat. But, luckily, she manages to hold on to part of the boat, floating on the open sea. For hours, almost two days.

Until a 9 yo Reiju and a 4 yo Ichiji find her and yells so their siblings hear, they help put her inside their boat and take care of this girl. The older girls sharing worried looks.

Pudding wake up scared and start to cry, of course she would. Sanji (who is there to make sure the little girl is okay), comforts her. She asks what happened and the (ex) Charlotte tells. Sanji's heart breaks, she knows exactly how is going throught this, she was locked on a dunsheon until 1 year ago!

They take care of her, give her food, a place to sleep, and for once, Pudding feels... safe, especially after noticing that they don't get scared by her third eye (she cry from happines, the poor girl). Sanji shares what Pudding told her to Reiju, and both choose to let this girl live with them, if she wants, of course. Pudding couldn't be happier.

They live and Pudding start to see them as her siblings, the caring siblings she always wished she had. They see her as their sister, too. Pudding being the same age as the triplets help a lot.

Until the storm and then Mihawk saving them. And then, months after, they finds Sanji on a rock. And god, she is so so so happy but also worried as hell.

Then they meet the Warlords who the other four start to be like parents to them and... feels good. Having father figures and a mother who is not toxic. Them, all of them, tell her they love her the exact way she is and her heart gets so warm she cries.

Sanji and Reiju call her ma petite fille (my little girl in French), Reiju teaches her on how to make and use poisons, Sanji bakes any dessert she wants with her, the triplets play and study with her, the Warlords spoil her with love just like with her siblings. She always says she will be one of the chefs on Sanji's restaurant when her big sister find the All Blue. It's great, she loves her family.

Sanji joins the StrawHats, East Blue Polycule happens, yadda yadda yadda.

Then, during same time as Dressrosa, the Big Mom Pirates kidnap Pudding. When she was out buying supplies to bake her desserts. To fucking marry her with some princess. Then she goes to meet with said princess and it's Sanji, her big sister. Who is also kidnapped but by Germa and has cuffs just like her.

After, Sanji panics. It's her goddamnit little sister! Both start to think about how they will run away, the two of them, safe. When Sanji talks with Luffy and Nami, she tells about her little sister who she already had talk about for her crew and that she is kidnapped by Big Mom, they say they will get both out, then. Pudding subtly helps the Sanji (and now her's too) Rescue Team.

When they're running away, Pudding goes to the Sunny with them. It's just after everything is over that she discovers her big sister is dating four people. Two of them who helped rescue herself. Then she goes with them to Wano but stays on a safe place, since the Big Mom Pirates hurt her during the time she was with them. She meets the whole crew after the fight, when she just thanks them for taking good care of her old sister and threatens them to don't hurt her.

Sanji tells the bullshit Big Mom and Judge where thinking, and everyone is horrified that they wantes to marry Sanji, who is 21 yo, and Pudding, who is fucking 16 yo.

Jinbei is on the crew too now and is relieved both his daughters are safe. Pudding stays with the crew until Karai Barai, when the StrawHats (who already adore Pudding) meet their other siblings.

That's horrific, wow.

Pudding holding onto a big chunk of floating debris until she can pull herself up on to it. She's sobbing and scared and waiting for either death or salvation. Until Reiju and Ichiji spot her and call to their siblings to sail towards this kid, they get close enough to see she's alive and haul her into the boat. The girls of the boat getting her dressed in spare clothes and sharing worried looks as they give her some food and fresh water and asking what happened. Pudding tells them she doesn't know how to use her devil fruit so her mom put her on a boat and sank it. The boys tell her it's okay, they'll protect her now. When Pudding wakes up scared and crying Sanji holds her and comforts her. Sanji knows the feeling of being a failure and explains that's why their sailing, because she was the failure to her father and he was going to hurt her brothers over it. Pudding burrows into the older girl basically, Sanji's heart breaks because she's comforting a girl without getting much comfort herself. She and Reiju have to take care of four four-year-olds and parent them. She has no time for her own comfort. Sanji is more focused on them, as is Reiju, taking care of four children is no easy task, let alone on the open seas.

Over time Pudding grows to see them as her siblings and the twins somewhat as parental figures. The triplets are only a bit older than her where as the twins are five years older, even if Sanji doesn't look like it. It's okay, she always has food and clothes and is warm and cared for. She's not competing for attention like she was with her mother, the twins make time for all them and always help when asked.

Then the storm ruins it because Sanji goes overboard as she's fixing the sails and they can't get her. Pudding can hear the cannons over the storm, she's terrified of what's going on and losing Sanji to the raging sea around them. Her screams and the screams of the triplets draw the attention of a coffin boat nearby as their boat starts flooding. One of the most powerful men in the sea is looking at them, a boat of children screaming for their sister in a storm with a battle raging nearby. She doesn't know why he helps them but he does and their all hauled onto the boat as their belongings sink and so does the hope of finding Sanji. Mihawk sails away, not bothering to try to calm the children down until the sea calms down and they're all exhausted. Mihawk is looking at these five kids as he sails to a port, and steals a bigger boat and loads the kids into it and sails to Kuriagana. Only stopping to get more food and clothes for them as he learns about what happened. He doesn't bat an eye at her third eye and checks her over, asks what fruit she ate which she stumbles the name of. Mihawk nods and says if she wishes he will train her in her fruit. They still mourn Sanji, Pudding especially because their experiences were so similar and she doesn't have someone to relate about that anymore. Mihawk is weary around the kids because he doesn't interact with others often, usually killing them, but he's trying for these children. They've lost a lot and he knows that. He notices Pudding is always holding onto one of the other kids so Mihawk starts carrying her a lot. Holding her hand and helping with her and Reiju's hair.

One day, a few months later they're sailing when they hear a voice screaming for help from a rock and Reiju looks at it with recognition and asks Mihawk to sail to it and he does. Mihawk helps the two skeletal figures, one of which is engulfed by the five year olds he has aboard as Reiju sets the sails. Mihawk apparently knows the man. The siblings are wailing with relief as the man asks Mihawk questions, but he answers diligently without giving too much information about the kids away. Pudding is so thankful she is back, she is alive and she has the most relatable sister back. Not too long after that they start going to the warlord meetings. She is especially cooed over by Hancock which is weird to Pudding to have a mother figure who shows kindness and care without judging how useful she is. She can see Sanji going through the same things with their new paternal figures. Sanji and Reiju definitely call her 'ma petit fille' and everyone encourages her passions of baking and such, she and Sanji spend a lot of time in the kitchen together and Reiju teaches her about poisons, she promises to be Sanji's dessert chef on the All Blue and everyone smiles softly at that. Everything happens, you guys know the drill. I feel like Pudding goes to Baratie at fifteen like Sanji did, during the time skip which where she's kidnapped from.

I have to imagine the siblings and parents are looking for Pudding, except for Sanji who doesn't know and Mihawk who is taking care of Perona. There's a lot of talk about finding Pudding and investigating the Charlottes, then the Strawhat crew gets back together and take Doflamingo down a bit later they get more concerned. Because they still don't know where Pudding is and suddenly Germa and the Big Mom pirates are collaborating on something. Pudding meanwhile has been captive basically for a while and she's not having a good time and then at the introductory meal they're having with the King of Germa she sees her older sister. Sanji is looking back at her and they're not exactly in the best place for a reunion right now. It's upsetting for both of them as this is all going on and then the rescue team shows up and doesn't understand why Sanji isn't just leaving her supposed fiancee behind with the Big Mom pirates until they're on the Sunny and hearing Judge shit talk Sanji and their siblings and Pudding tells him to shut up because those are her siblings and he's lucky Sanji even thought he should live! Also their parents are going to come get them! They're so pissed she was kidnapped and she knows it! Luffy whines and says he wants to kill them too and Nami doesn't disagree, Brook laughs heartily at the scorned lovers of the cook and the sisters. Sanji then has to explain Pudding, their siblings, and their parents and then has to explain to Pudding she's dating four people including Luffy and Nami but also Zoro and Usopp. Pudding tells her their parents are going to be pissed but their mama even moreso because Sanji is dating Luffy and Hancock is obsessed with him. Luffy says they need to get to Wano and asks if there's someone that can pick Pudding up and she shakes her head so she's going to Wano with them. Sanji sighs but agrees and asks how Pudding's training is going with her fruit and Pudding shrugs and says she's not allowed to use it on Zeff anymore which makes Sanji laugh and ask why she was using it on him in the first place and Pudding pouts instead of answering.

During Wano Jinbei is thankful his girls are alright but he's nervous about showing up to see the coparents with his two missing/kidnapped daughters to drop off the sixteen-year-old and have them explain the wedding to them like they did to him. Jinbei sighs heavily after they depart Wano and head to where the parents have agreed to collect Pudding from and let her decide who to go with. When they arrive the colorful hair run at them with yells of relief and happiness. The girls hug their siblings and the parents and Pudding starts excitedly rattling off about Sanji and her four partners and the escape from Tottoland and the Raid of Onigashima and Crocodile is laughing his ass off at Hancock's face when she finds out her daughter is dating Luffy and then three other people and Mihawk is pinching the bridge of his nose as Reiju sizes up her twin's partners. Zoro is probably keeping an arm around Sanji with his good eye watching Reiju as Luffy, Usopp, and Nami watch the parents cycle emotions as Pudding rattles on.

[thestoryloft]

Attitude Problem

Bucky Barnes x Reader smut

contains DUB-CON, spanking, biting, degradation, as well as fluff, aftercare, praise, etc.

Bucky knows you want him- and he's tired of you pretending you don't.

“You have a fucking attitude problem, that's what!”

You laughed out loud, throwing your arms into the air.  “That's fucking rich coming from the most self-absorbed, bratty man I’ve ever met.”

Bucky’s expression darkened at your words, and his face was so severe as he stepped forward you moved back instinctively.

“You want to talk about being bratty, Princess?”  

He moved closer toward you, jabbing his pointer finger against your chest.

“This is all a fucking act you put on to look tough.  I know you want me more than anything.  I turn you on and you’re just too stubborn or scared to admit it.”

You slapped his hand away, stepping towards him menacingly now.  “You’re so fucking stupid, you have no idea what you're talking about.”  

How dare he say that shit to you, even if every word of it was true, and just hearing him call you out like that sent tremors of excitement through you and practically soaked your underwear.

It was Bucky’s turn to laugh at you.  “Oh really?  We’ll see.”  His voice deepened to almost a growl as he closed the distance between you, grabbing your face roughly in his hands and pressing his lips against yours.

Lightning swept through your body, your lips and fingertips tingling and your heart racing, but you pushed him back as hard as you could.  There was no way in hell you’d let him win like that, no matter how much you wanted him to do it again.

“Get the fuck away from me!”  You yelled it as loud as you possibly could, trying to convince yourself as much as him.

Bucky said nothing but grabbed your waist this time, forcing you to back up against the wall.

You smacked the wall with a thud and Bucky attacked your lips again.  You pushed yourself off the wall a few inches and tried to wrench his hands off of you, cursing at him.  He was far too strong, especially with his metal arm, and barely budged.

Bucky kept his metal arm pinned to your waist and let go with his other hand to reach behind you and slap your ass hard.  

You cried out in pain but despite yourself, it came out as a loud moan.  Your pussy was already aching but when he spanked you it started throbbing.

Bucky pulled back from your lips, surprise on his face that was quickly replaced by dark, arrogant, excitement.

“You dirty little slut.”  He breathed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.  “You liked that.”

You huffed, quickly losing any control you had in the situation but desperately trying to hold onto it.  

“I did not!  You’re disgusting, let-”

He spanked you again, harder this time and you cried out again, running from his hand and straight into his chest.

Bucky grabbed you around the waist with his metal arm again, trapping you.  

“You really are a brat, aren't you, Princess?”  He whispered as he pressed his lips to yours once more.  

This was bad.  You were enjoying it too much, melting into his kiss and embrace.  Your cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

You bit his bottom lip, hard.

Bucky growled- no, roared-  at the pain, grabbing your arm and dragging you across the room.  You stumbled to stay on your feet until he stopped in front of the bed and tossed you onto it like a sack of potatoes.  

You landed on your stomach and before you could scramble up he was on top of you.  He pinned your arms behind you and you were forced to struggle vainly against his literal iron grip.

“You stupid little slut.  You love when I make you behave, don't you?”

Goddamnit, you needed him.  Your whole body was hot and your pussy was practically screaming at you to give it something, anything.

You rubbed your thighs together, desperate to get some kind of friction on your clit but dreading the inevitable shame of defeat.  

Bucky saw you and yanked your legs apart, pressing down on your arms and forcing your face into the mattress.  

“Look at you, horny and trembling.”  You tried to plead with him for something you didn't have the gall to ask for, but your mouth was muffled by the blankets anyway.  

You made one final attempt to fight back and give yourself the relief your heated body needed, pressing your knees into the bed and trying to get up.

It worked momentarily but before you could get up the rest of the way Bucky’s metal hand made contact with your raised ass which sent you plummeting back to the mattress.  

All the air left your lungs, preventing you from screaming at the throbbing pain in the shape of a hand on your ass.  

Bucky returned his hand to your arms, holding them down again.  “You are so fucking desperate for me it's pathetic.”  He spat the words at you and tears began to roll down your face from pain and shame.  

He had completely dominated you and he knew it.  He knew how badly you wanted him and how badly every touch or rough smack or grab turned you on more than you’d ever been before.  

“I bet you’re just dripping for me right now.”  With one sudden movement, Bucky yanked your leggings off.  You were stunned and totally overwhelmed as he furthered your shame. 

You wriggled and let out a sob into the mattress as he ran his hand up your thigh and as you felt his hand reach your cunt you winced away from his touch.

You felt all movement above you still as you cried quietly into the bed, your head spinning from the overstimulation.

Bucky’s grasp left you suddenly and you were flipped onto your back.

Your head was lifted and set gently into Bucky’s lap, his hands soft against the sides of your face.

“Shhh, shhh.”  Bucky's voice was barely audible above you.  You kept your eyes clenched shut as you tried to catch your breath, your head still spinning and tears still flowing.  

Your tears were wiped away by the softest fingers and followed by the slightest touch of lips against your face.  

Your eyes fluttered open and you gazed up at Bucky looking down at you, a look of concern and maybe even sadness on his face.  

“Hey there, beautiful.  Breathe for me, okay?”  You let out a shuddery breath, relaxing slightly into his lap.

You were confused by the lightning-quick change of pace but you treasured the now comforting presence Bucky exuded.

He gently massaged your temples while you caught your breath and waited for the dizziness to go away, whispering encouragement and leaving tiny kisses on your cheeks and forehead and nose.

The world eventually stopped spinning and you moved to sit up.  Bucky helped you and opened his arms for you to climb into his lap.  

You instinctively lay your head on his shoulder, all thoughts of your pride far gone.  He held you close to him and you basked in the warmth of his body against yours.  

“I'm sorry.”  Bucky’s voice was sincere, something you’d heard only a few times before.  

“I went too far too fast, I didn't mean to hurt you or scare you.”

You nodded against his shoulder, still marveling at the current position you were in.

“Hey, let me see those pretty eyes, sweetheart.”

Bucky’s hand gently led your face to his and you opened your eyes and looked into his.  

He smiled, running his thumbs along your cheeks tenderly.  

“There’s my girl.”  

Your heart skipped a beat at his words.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay.”  You gave him a little smile back, wrapping your hands around his body.

“You didn't hurt me or scare me.” 

 Bucky raised an eyebrow at you.

  “Honestly.  I just got overwhelmed.  There was a lot happening.”

“I'm glad.  I don't want you to ever think I’d push you too far or hurt you in any way.  I… I want you to know I...”

Bucky struggled to find the words he needed and you couldn't help but lean in to kiss him.

It was slow and soft and if you thought you had melted into Bucky’s kiss earlier he did so even more into yours.  

You wrapped an arm around his neck as your eyes both opened, and the glimmer in the soldier’s eyes made you want to cry again. 

You rested your head back against his shoulder, your hand lazily playing with his long hair.

“You were right, you know.”  Pride be damned.  You cared about this man far too much to let him go right now.

“About what?”  You smiled into his neck, staving off a laugh.  He had completely forgotten in his concern for you and it was adorable.

You kissed your way up his neck as you took one of his hands and led it slowly to your panties.

“I think you know what, Sergeant.”

Bucky’s hand levitated right next to your pussy, a fraction of an inch away.

You made your way across his cheek with pecks and leaned back to look him in the eyes.  His eyes were shiny with lust but his face was still full of concern.

Bucky let out a deep breath, searching your face for doubt.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded.  “Definitely.”

“You’ll tell me if you need to stop or something to change?”

“Only if you do the same.”

Bucky nodded slowly.  “Okay.”

You waited for him to move but he stayed perfectly still, completely frozen.  

He seemed nervous and it made you practically swoon for him.  Instead, you leaned forward to gently bite his lip as you forced his hand directly against your scantily clad pussy.

It was like you pushed his ‘on’ button.

Bucky’s lips pressed against yours hard as he pressed against your clit with his fingers through your underwear.  

“shit.”  He felt how completely soaked you were and you felt him immediately start growing hard.

“I want you so bad, Bucky.”  You whispered against his lips.

“Fuck.”  There was the hint of a growl in the back of his throat and it made you feel giddy to have such an impact on him.

His whole hand rolled back and forth against your throbbing core, giving you just enough friction to tease you.

You tugged at Bucky’s shirt in an attempt to get it off but you were too preoccupied with his hands on you to make a real effort.  

Bucky quickly stopped to help you by pulling his shirt off before returning to your lips and cunt, leaving your hands free to explore his now-exposed chest and back.

You needed him now.  Moaning against his mouth, you tugged at his jeans in hopes he’d get the message, and luckily he did.

Bucky released you but kept his hand on your clit, kicking his pants off with one hand.

You grasped at him through his boxers but he removed your hands swiftly, pushing you gently down on your back.  

You whined in protest, wanting him now and unwilling to wait any longer.

“Bucky… please…”

“Shhhh…”

Did he just?  Yes, he actually shushed you as he crouched below you, your straddled legs still hooked around him.  You lifted your head to complain but his hot breath against your underwear sent you falling back against the comforter.

One warm and one cold hand slowly worked your underwear down, so slowly you couldn't help kicking your legs to hasten the process.

You thought you heard chuckling and wanted to retort but found yourself once again breathless as his lips grazed your cunt.  

Bucky’s arms wrapped around your thighs and you gasped as he pressed his mouth against your lips.  

He nuzzled into you, spreading you, and started licking and sucking gently.  It was absolutely heavenly after the pressure that had built up and you shamelessly thrust against his face, your hands flailing for something to grab.

One of your hands grabbed the comforter and bunched it up in your grasp while the other threaded into Bucky’s hair, tugging gently.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your climax after what felt like an eternity of arousal and teasing, and your back arched up off the mattress as you felt your nerves tingling.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna-”

Bucky buried his mouth further against you as electricity sparked through your veins.  His mouth didn’t leave your cunt for a second while you rode out your high, clinging to the matres and his hair, and he continued slowly as you began to come down as well.

You panted heavily as Bucky finally pulled away, climbing up your body and kissing along your jawline.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

His raspy words in your ear were enough to fully bring you back to reality in a split second.

You slid your hands around either side of his face and guided him to your lips, delving against his mouth and pressing your body up against his.

“Bucky, I need you.  Please.”  You whispered against his lips.  As amazing as his mouth was, you still felt an aching deep inside you.

He shakily exhaled, sitting back quickly to remove his boxers.  You sat up and hovered over his lap, taking your place there once he was fully unclothed before you.  

You reached a hand down to grasp his cock, finally.  Bucky hissed in your ear at the contact as you rubbed slowly, introducing yourself to its weight and feel.

Bucky searched for your lips and you kissed him while teasing his dick against your folds, wetting the tip.

“Fuuuck…”  Bucky moaned hard against your mouth, sounding almost desperate and you finally gave him what you both needed, raising up and lowering yourself all the way down onto his cock.

You couldn't believe how full you were.  It didn't hurt but you were almost dizzy from the intense feeling of his cock inside you.  

Bucky choked when you enveloped him, faltering and panting.  You searched his eyes and held still to make sure he was alright.

You had never ever felt so full and so good before.  You cried out shamelessly when he began moving slowly, clutching his body and pulling him even closer than he was already.  

If you thought Bucky was loud and talkative before, he was ten times more so in bed.  His mouth was full of the sweetest words and the dirtiest too.

“Fuck, you're so tight around my cock, baby.”

“That's perfect sweetheart-  oh fuck just like that.”

It was truly a side of him you’d never seen before or even knew existed.  All the shame you had felt before was gone and you basked in the arousal and pleasure his praise gave you.

His pace was slow and deep and passionate and you writhed under his ministrations.  

You ran your hands through his hair and your grip tightened with every thrust that pressed you hard against the pillows.

“Fuck, sweetheart, that’s so good.”Bucky sped up his pace slightly and you clung to him, your nerve endings exploding in pleasure.

“So fucking good for me.”  He didn’t stop talking even as his pace quickened and pressure increased, even reaching a hand down between the two of you to play with your clit.  

“Bucky, Jesus.”  His words were driving you crazy, bringing you closer to coming again already.

“Oh, you love this too, huh?”  

You nodded against his neck, not bothering to answer.  He knew very well how you felt at this moment.

“Yea, you do, Princess.”  A hint of his signature cockiness was back but you didn’t care.  On the contrary, it turned you on even more.

You tilted your head up and moaned in Bucky’s ear.  “You make me so fucking wet.  You always have.”

You heard him release a shaky pant and his arm around you gripped slightly tighter, emboldening you.

“I’ve dreamt of fucking you since we met- and that day I found you in the bathroom I wanted you to throw me against the shower wall and fuck me right there.”

“Fuck- sweetheart I’m gonna- I…”  Bucky’s pace faltered and you kept forcing yourself up and down his cock, the sensations of everything sending you into another climax.

Bucky pressed his lips against yours hard as he came, shivery moans forcing their way out of his throat.  You followed close behind, stilling on his dick and simply grinding down in his lap.

“Fuck, Princess.”  Bucky groaned as you both came down slowly, out of breath and shaking.  “That… that was…”

You waited for him to finish but he simply leaned against you, panting.  You couldn’t help but grin against his neck.  You had finally shut up Bucky Barnes.

You eventually slid up off of his cock and you both lay down against the blankets, exhausted.

You woke up slowly, your body gradually taking note of all the sensations around you.

Warm.  You were wrapped in a downy comforter and your back was nestled against another person’s body radiating warmth all around you.  

Soft.  You pressed your head further against your pillow and gently ran your hand along the silky smooth skin of the arm wrapped around you.

The soft groans of someone waking up met your ears and you slowly flipped around, facing the beautiful face of Bucky Barnes.  

His eyes slowly flickered open against the light streaming in from between the blinds and his hold on you grew instinctively tighter, as if he feared you were a dream he had to keep ahold of.

“Good morning.”  You whispered against his skin.

“You’re still here.”  His response was quiet and throaty.

“Of course I’m still here, you sound surprised.”

Bucky’s hand caressed up and down your jawline.  “I was worried that… you wouldn’t be here.  That you’d be mad or regret.”

Your heart reached out to him painfully.  He was scared you would leave in the middle of the night after you bared your souls to each other- that you’d leave like so many other people.

You cradled his hand in yours against your face, giving it a squeeze.  

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Bucky moved closer and placed a gentle, slow kiss on your lips.  When he pulled back, the joyful glimmer in his eyes was enough to make you cry.

“We should probably get up soon.  Cap’s gonna wonder where we are.”  Bucky reminded you quietly.

“Shit, you’re right.”  You wondered what Steve’s reaction would be to finding the two of you in your bed together.  “We gotta get cleaned up- I guarantee both us and this room are a mess.”

The two of you sat up slowly, taking in your disheveled surroundings.  

Bucky stood, stretching out his arms.  “I’ll go run the shower- that is, if you still want to play out that fantasy of yours.”

[kotalloxaloy]

Ok, so I finally finished Burning Shores and I have several thoughts

Below the cut because I'm sure many people haven't played and I don't want to spoil anything!

I liked the DLC! I had a lot of fun. I thought the setting was really interesting, I liked the new characters and the storyline definitely drew me in and I fucking LOVE the new mount (PSA you can take it to the main map and go underwater in the expanse of ocean that you can't swim through. There is nothing interesting down there and it pops up the warning that the current is too strong, but you can swim through it no problem.)

Yes I'm sad there was no Kotallo. It's fine, I wasn't expecting him, and we only saw Sylens and Alva so the other GAIA gang wasn't there either. I am extra disappointed that we can't go talk to him more!!! But I think that it's cool that Kotallo traveling to the sundom for the new embassy is canon now. I think lots of fics put forth the idea that Kotallo would act as a diplomat for the Tenakth to the Carja in Fashav's place. Cool that it's canon now.

I chose to kiss Seyka. Normally I pick the brain options but if I'm given an opportunity to kiss a girl in games I do it! Now, I haven't had the time to process everything well enough to pick apart the romantic story line (was it rushed? was there enough lead up to it? did it make sense?) but I do think Seyka is a good match for Aloy- the whole "I broke my tribe's rules and used technology I wasn't supposed to to help me accomplish an important personal goal" is very reminiscent of Aloy using a focus despite Rost insisting that it was dangerous.

Yes I still ship Aloy with some people who are not women. The devs have not said and nothing in the game has confirmed that Aloy (or Elisabet or Beta) is a lesbian. I myself am a bisexual woman and I am a big stickler about bi erasure. I also headcanon Kotallo as Bi. and plenty of other characters for that matter. The main thing that FW and Burning Shores confirmed for me is that Aloy (and Elisabet, and presumably Beta since they have the same DNA) is queer and I absolutely love it. More queer women leads in video games!!!

The fucking villian. Oh my god. I know I just talked about being bi but goddamnit they cast SAM WITWER as the villian??? I literally have never been so disgusted by a character I was attracted to. I've had a thing for Sam Witwer for like 13 years back when he was on Being Human. I got his autograph at a con and have it displayed in a DnD book that he contributed to. I didn't even realize it was Sam Witwer until I walked into that room with his face plastered all over the walls. Before that we only heard his recorded voice and saw holograms of him-and that never looks or sounds exactly like the character. But I walked by that first photo on the left when you walk in and I literally yelled out "SAM WITWER?" listen I could go into it more as to why i'm horrified by his character but I am a Sam Witwer fan so I can and will appreciate his performance.

Walter Londra is disgusting and I literally yelled "GROSS" out loud with the way he looked at Seyka's sister. I'm so glad Seyka was like "ABSOLUTELY NOT" and put a stop to it because if I had to watch one more second I might have puked.

I liked the theme park. Dinos are fun.

I play on story mode so maybe this is because I'm on the easiest setting, but I was able to walk on and in the lava and only go caught on fire once I was like waist deep in it. that was weird.

I would like significantly more underwater content with the Waterwing. I absolutely love it an I was just going up and down into the sky and into the water. extremely cool and I just want more underwater stuff to do with it.

There was an NPC with vitiligo which I thought was neat.

I almost cried at the end of Gildun's little side quest. And when Aloy gave him a focus I just thought it was so sweet!

I kind of felt bad for Evelyn Day? I know everyone had it bad, lots of people ended their lives before the Faro Plague hit them, and I know she cheated on her husband with his best friend which is kind of a dick move. but that last recording was very sad.

SYLENS 😭😭😭 I know I probably feel more attached to him knowing that Lance Riddick has passed away. But the end there, Aloy was SO MEAN to him! I was like "NO ALOY! He isn't doing this to prove he is the smartest!!! He decided to stay when he saw the friendships you formed! You showed him that there is value in human connection and that maybe there is a little hope when people work together!" I think she saw the good in him in the end but she was so snarky about it!

I probably have more thoughts but that's enough for now. I'm not very interested in an discourse about the devs offering a love interest or if the story of the dlc was good or whatever. I had fun, I can't wait for Horizon 3, and I still love Kotallo and ship him with Aloy but I'll be just as happy if we end up with Seyka or another WLW ship in the end for Aloy. The end. Please enjoy the queue that I just filled for you!

[jackzillanyanut8008]

Star Wars TLJ Rewrite: Part 6

Author’s Note:

This rewrite is completely fan-made. I am not the creator of these characters. They belong to George Lucas, Lucasfilm Entertainment, Lily and Mikaila Orchard, and Disney+ Entertainment. I am not claiming any of these properties of my own. In the event that I do otherwise, I will take full legal responsibility for the misuse of these characters. Please support the official creators and there content. Thank You

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Chapter 25: Talking About What Happened

Varax lands the shuttle outside Theed, laying back on the pilot’s seat as he sighs with relief. “Goddamnit Varax, you just had to be a hero” he says to himself, wincing in pain due to his scarred back and shoulders. He gets up and grabs Rey, who’s awake but almost lifeless. Almost as if her spirit has left her body, leaving only a husk of her old self “C’mon Rey, let's get out of here and head back to HQ. Hopefully 2V can patch us up” he says as he walks out of the control room. Rey doesn’t even respond, she just gets up and walks out, not even saying a word. 

Aliana sees Ren’s dropship, almost reaching her arm out to crush the bastard's shuttle before seeing Rey and Varax walk out of it. “Rey! Varax! What happened?! Are you hurt?! I’ll get 2V and the medical squa-” she says before Rey hugs her, burying her face into the Sith’s shoulder as she cries softly. Varax limps over, a look of pity and sadness on his face “We got captured by Ren and his Knights, they…” he says before stopping himself, almost getting sick at the thought of what happened to Rey aboard Snoke’s warship “They tortured us, Rey got the worst of it” he says, still wincing in pain from his burns as 2V and a medical team come to walk Varax to the medical tent.

Aliana walks Rey over to the Fury, her girlfriend was pale, almost as if she was  a ghost, which scared Aliana more than anything. The two sat down as Aliana clears her throat “Hun, I don’t know what went on when I was gone, but I’ll tell you this: Did Kylo hurt you, even in the slightest?” she asks as she puts her hands on Rey’s shoulder. Rey still is shaking from the experience “H-he entered my mind, he… tried to find Luke” she says, almost in a whisper. Aliana was shocked, she knew Luke was powerful, but she didn’t see him as a threat to anyone, even the First Order.

Aliana hugs Rey gently, “It’s okay love, as long as I’m here, nothing bad will happen to you, I swear on my life” she says as she kisses her forehead. Rey wipes away her tears “Thanks hun, Is it alright if I stay here for a while? I just wanna sleep, hopefully I can forget that whole fucking ordeal…” Rey says.

Aliana kisses Rey’s forehead “Sure thing, I’ll be in the living room if you need anything, if not 2V should be close by” she says as she gets up, Porg-Racing jumping onto the bed next to Rey, nuzzling her thigh. 

Rey smiles at the creature as she drifts into slumber. Hoping to never see Kylo Ren again…

Chapter 26: A Jedi’s Crusade

Varax leaves the medical tent, still sore from his injuries aboard the Supremacy. “Thanks guys! I’ll see if I can pay you all back someday!” he says as he waves farewell to the medics inside. He walks around the new compound, which Ackbar Named Leia’s Rest, after the fallen founder of the Resistance. 

Poe and Finn meet up with him, walking alongside the fallen Jedi. “So what's the plan? Do we bomb the bastards? assassinate Snoke and the Knights? Give us something man!!!” Poe exclaims as he and Finn follow Varax to his new personal shuttle The Obsidian Blade, Varax stops as he opens the shuttle. “I need to gather an army, one that can compete with the First Order, but I may not come back…” he says as he enters the ship. 

Poe and Finn look at each other as Finn stops him “We’ll go with” he says as Varax brushes his arm. “No, this is my task, not yours… besides, we need all the troops we can get, I’ll be fine” he says as he gets into The Obsidian Blade and takes off.

“Alright Snoke, you and your Dark Jedi wanna war, I’ll give you a damn war” he says to himself as he jumps the ship to hyperspeed to the homeworld of the most savage beasts in the galaxy… the Yusong Vong.

Varax lands the ship outside the massive walled village of the creatures as the guards block the gate “HALT, STATE YOUR BUSINESS OR DIE JEDI SCUM!!!” the soldier barks as Varax looks up. “I seek a quarry with your Chief, the galaxy needs an army” Varax says as he reveals his blade to the guard, who stares for a moment before the gate opens.

Varax was impressed by the Yuson Vong’s recovery after their fight with the Old Republic, Varax eventually reached the palace, home to the Chief of The Yusong Vong. “Oh mighty chieftain, I seek your aid in the fight against a new empire, one that threatens all alien and human life in the galaxy” he says, respectfully bowing before the warrior chief in honor.

The Chief laughs as Varax bows “You come to our home, demand our aid, and expect us to follow you? Who do you think you are?” he says 

Varax smiles as he ignites his lightsaber and unveils his hood, “I’m a peacekeeper your highness” he says with an smirk.

Chapter 27: The Warrior Tribe Of Exegol

“You are a Jedi? I thought your kind we’re extinct” the Chieftain says as he stands up from his throne. Varax gives the warrior a chuckle “The feeling’s mutual friend” he says, still holding the blade as the chief steps closer. “What are you called, Jedi?” he asks as Varax straightens his poster “Varax Koslov. Jedi Master and bounty hunter” he says, outstretching his hand for a handshake, which insights a laugh from the shake “You’re a funny little man, but we do things differently here on Exegol…” the Chief says as he signals his guards to stand down.

“My name is Lord Ku’n, I am the leader of these people, and we choose our allies not by their words…” he says as a red serpent coils around his leg and into his hand, transforming into a staff as he slams it to the ground, “But by their strength, fight me in mortal combat. If you win, you’ll have our allegiance, if you lose… you’ll become a slave” he says with a deep and menacing laugh.

Varax gives the warrior a look before chuckling to himself, “Deal” he says as the two warriors exit the throne room and prepare for a fight.

Varax wasn’t against the Yusong Vong, he understood their culture to a sense, a race of aliens who believed machines were the enemy of life and should be destroyed. And although they were essentially savage barbarians, Varax was low on both time and options. He grabbed a large broadsword with a serrated blade as he entered the coliseum. It wasn’t as big as the one at Cato Neimoidia, but for a desert world it was impressive.

Varax saw his opponent, sure he was big, but Varax was stronger.

A horn suddenly blew off as the Chief charged Varax, unleashing a flurry of attacks as Varax tried to block the blows. He countered the blows fairly well, staggering the Ku’n once or twice before pulling a fast one and disarming the warrior of his axe and tripping him, the warrior’s body echoing the arena as Varax held the blade to his throat. “Your choice K’un, surrender or die, I’m good either way” he says as the warrior gives him a snarl.

K’un looks at the Jedi, “As much as I’d like to die honorably…” he says as he gets up “I’d rather die fighting a common enemy than an ally” he adds, outstretching his hand. Varax laughs “Welcome to the Resistance Lord K’un, I’ll contact my allies and get some ships here as soon as possible” he says as he tosses the blade, K’un laughing as the two leave the arena.

Chapter 28: The Birth Of The New Eternal Alliance

Rey gets up and stretches, exiting her and Aliana’s room as she sees her girlfriend reading an old holodoc on the couch with a plate of sandwiches next to her. “Whatcha reading Alie?” she asks as Aliana looks over her shoulder and smiles. “Just some old history, the Eternal Alliance to be specific” she says as she moves over to let Rey sit, “Eternal Alliance?” she asks as she sits down “Never heard of it”. Aliana laughs a little, “Most haven’t, it was formed over a millenia ago by my ancestors to fight against Emperor Arcann and Empress Vaylin” she explains, showing Rey the insignia of the old order.

“That looks like a mix between the Imperial mark and the mark of the Jedi order” Rey says as she points to the symbol. Aliana sighs “Yeah, before Sidious and his Empire that insignia was a mark for the original Sith Empire which was formed thousands of years ago” Aliana explains. Rey smiles as she pecks her girlfriends cheek “Well if you wanna stay in here, I’m gonna walk around Leia’s Rest and see how everyone’s holding up” she says as she gets up to leave. “Okay love, if you see anything weird-” she says before Rey cuts her off “I won’t leave the compound I promise” she says with a gentle smile.

Aliana gives her a look of concern before brushing it off, “Just be careful, I don’t want you getting hurt is all” she says as she gets up “And besides, Talon said her and CD-9 were gonna swing by with the Ryloth Pirate Order, figured we should stick around to say hi and all” she says as she kisses Rey’s cheek. “Actually.. I should get out of here too, I need to keep up my ‘Sithly glow’ after all” she says with a smirk as Rey blushes up “OH MY GOD I TOLD YOU THAT IN CONFIDENCE!!!” she said as her face turned bright red. Aliana laughs a little “Besides, it’ll be like a date, kind of” she says with a smile.

“Well I guess I can’t say no now can I” Rey says flirtingly with a smirk as the two walk out and see several cruisers missing. “That’s odd, where are the Mon Cala cruisers?” she asks. Aliana gives her a shrug as they walk to the control room, General Ackbar and Rose both talking to Varax over a holographic transmission. “ How can we trust these ‘Yusong Von’ Master Varax, last time they got involved in galactic affairs-” he says before Varax cuts him off. “General Ackbar, we need allies who are willing to fight the First Order, Lord K’un and his people are willing to set aside past differences and help us” Varax explains, a large alien warrior walking next to him.

“And besides, we need all the help we can get” he says as he ends the transmission.

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and just when i got some epic t shirts to look more masculine

[rainylana]

Eddie knocking you up

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: my headcanons for how eddie would react to getting you pregnant;)

warnings: just language!

• it would be by total accident. you both were WAY too young to even consider having children, and neither of you ever thought you wanted them.

• he definitely wouldn’t get all “i’m so happy princess blah blah” no. it’s eddie we’re talking about. he’d freak the fuck out. he’d abandon you for a couple days, and you’d have an absolute meltdown thinking that he had left you. but he didn’t know what else to do. he had to be alone with his thoughts.

• he’d feel guilty for leaving, but he was too scared to go back. he couldn’t even comprehend, wouldn’t even be able to process the news. he’d be scared shitless.

• when he eventually did come back, you were seething angry, but deep down relieved to see his puppy dog eyes. you slapped him across the face as you cried.

• “y/n…i’m sorry. i screwed up, i know. i just, god, do you really think i’m ready to be a dad?”

“no, i don’t. but, i’m not ready to be a mother, either. so…i guess we’ll just figure it out.”

• it took about a week after you both found out before it really sunk in. then, it became more exciting and real. it happened when you were both out at the local diner, and seen an old high school graduate walk in with a baby boy on her hip. he had been giggling and smiling, gaining the attention of everyone.

• “holy shit. you know what i just realized? we’re gonna have one of those. you and i. like us.”

• it was still a lot to process, but you both loved each other with everything you had. and you couldn’t deny it, imagining your lover with a crying baby was the most adorable thing you could imagine.

• he treated you like royalty during the pregnancy, but god, you scared the shit out of him. you were flat out mean sometimes, only due to the mood swings, of course. sometimes the kids didn’t even want to show up for hellfire night, because you scared them too.

• he tried to be calm and rational when you’d get overwhelmed over something and bawl your eyes out. he just learned to agree with everything you said and admit everything was his fault.

• “goddamnit, i can’t get my jeans up! oh, god- i’m huge! none of my clothes fit anymore! look at me!”

“honey, you look beautiful. calm down.”

“calm down?”

• he was sent to the moon that day.

• during labor, he was almost more of a wreck than you. he put the sympathy in sympathy pains, for sure. each contraction, each scream, he was with you through it all. he held your hand while you pulled his hair out by the roots, screaming as more and more contractions came. he screamed right along with you.

• “oh, god, eddie i can’t do it! i can’t, i changed my mind. i don’t wanna do it, let’s go.”

“i think it’s too late for that, sweetheart.”

“i hate you! this is your fault!

“i know, i’m sorry.”

• when the baby finally came, he cried. you had a son, with curly, jet black hair just like his daddy.

• it was unimaginable the kind of love he felt for his child, and he fell in love you all the more for it. he was an amazing father, and wanted to do almost everything.

• except change diapers.

• of course, he took the baby to hellfire night when he was older, sitting him proudly on his shoulders like a little king. you wouldn’t allow him to go as a newborn. you didn’t trust dustin to hold him properly, and frankly, neither did eddie.

• he was the proudest a father could be, showing off his son as his greatest accomplishment he could ever achieve. he promised to be a better role model than his father ever was.

• steve and robin babysit;)

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hello!~ o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

can i request headcanons for kaeya, diluc, childe, and venti on what they would while their s/o dies in their arms? (if thats okay with u <3)

thank u sm! :))

BESTIE THE PAIN I FEEL RN!!! Omw to make hurt some of my faves hope you enjoy <3

Also guys I’ve been here for a day how are there almost 50 of you following?!

Pairings; (Separate) Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Venti x reader

Warning(s); hurt, big hurty, reader death, vague wound description, cursing, talk about dead bodies

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Kaeya

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were meant to live forever with him. You were supposed to grow old with him and become a parent to your future children. You were-

“Kaeya” you choke out smiling at your partner above you. The man shakes his head mentally pleading with you to not die “Kaeya I will always be on the wind” you tell him, a shaky, bloody hand raised to his cheek to weekly caress it

“Please” he pleads “Please don’t die on me [name]” you smile at him feeling the breaths in your lungs disappear

“I’m sorry Kae--ya” you apologise before passing away in his arms

He doesn’t move for a long time. He doesn’t feel for a long time. The one person he could share his secrets and his love to gone. Away with the wind

Kaeya doesn’t remember the last time he cried, but he’ll remember this one. 

Your beaten, bruised, broken, dead, and beautiful body slumped in his arms as his tears fall from his face as he feels an absence in his heart

How is he supposed to live on if this is the pain he feels right now?

Jean eventually stumbles upon Kaeya out in the wilds, still clutched to your now cold and even more lifeless body

Jean manages to get the man up with your body held close to his chest

“Jean, I can’t, I can’t let them go” he pleads as if he’s waiting for you to simply wake up in his arms

“Kaeya...” Jean says in a concerned tone having never seen him in such a state, even he seemed to quickly recover from his fathers death

Eventually Jean coaxed Kaeya to go back to the city and leave your body in the hands of the sisters. Where they dressed you up and prepared a funeral service for you

The funeral was larger than Kaeya was expecting, you had affected a many more people than he realised from your small jobs around the city. Kaeya can’t help but be awed at how many people you’ve helped while you were in Mond

The usual chatter of Mondstat is quiet and in a time of grieving for about a week or so, many people have wonderful memories of you and Kaeya seems to be collecting them all, that and bunches of flowers. Many of which find themselves laying on your tombstone as Kaeya tells you about his day

A month passes and it seems like everything's back to normal, Kaeya is back to his outgoing self. He spends more nights at the tavern, but even Diluc doesn’t have the heart to cut him off. 

Jean seems to pick up on the smallest things, goddamnit Jean, the extra nights at the tavern, the eyebags, the weeping she can hear from his room. In it’s own right is heart-breaking, the acting Grandmaster cannot imagine what it’s like to be actually experiencing that kind of pain

-

Diluc

No, not like this

You had both decided that night to join each other in your little vigilante escapade. Which was fine you had both done this before, but tonight resulted in something very different

Here you are, head on Dilucs lap. This could be considered romantic, and often was, were it not for the fact you felt like you choked up a mixture of your lung and your bloody supply

“Diluc” you speak with a much worse for wear voice, the red-head looks into your eyes, eyes already gaining moisture. A similar scene has befallen him before, a Diluc knows how this ends

“Please” he pleads his voice wavering “Please don’t leave me” he chokes back a sob and tears fall off his face the salt hitting your own

“I love you so much” you start, Diluc shakes his head. Must you hurt him so with last words? “Don’t blame yourse-” another set of hacking befalls you as you lose more blood

“Please” he pleads again as the grip you had on his arm goes slack indicating your loss of life

Diluc screams, he cries and he hugs you close. He screams into the air of Mondstat until his voice hurts and he cries until all he’s doing is dry sobbing and he holds you close until you’re broken body is pried from his own broken mind

A wondering Jean heard his screams into the night sky and hereby answered them. She never expected to see Diluc, still in his vigilante getup, crying over your body

She calls for more guards who take your body from his and Jean helps Diluc get back to the estate. At one point during the walk Jean can feel DIluc shaking and hyperventilating. So they stand for a moment, Jean holds and comforts the wine-master before they move again

Jean has never seen such emotion from Diluc before, and she wholeheartedly hopes she’ll never have to see it again. Seeing Diluc so raw and rife with emotion is enough to make anyone cry. And Jean nearly did on more than one occasion.

Your funeral is small, much to Dilucs request and really only were attended by the estate and Jean. Diluc didn’t want to cry again in such a large audience

Though the maids often hear pained sobs coming from Dilucs room as he contemplates and often blames himself for what had transpired. Maids daren’t speak up about what they hear though, Diluc’s pain is more than understandable

Diluc throws himself into work opting to man the bar most days of the week and fighting for the city as often as he can. People around him are more than concerned

Diluc’s stoic nature seems to be intensified now, not wanting to let another person in and die in his arms. He’s seen enough death for his life and wishes not to lose more loved ones

Everything seems to have moved back to what life was before you arrived in your life, depressive, monotonous, boring, mundane for the most part and sad. So very sad

He wishes for a day where his heart isn’t strife with grief, but he doubts that day will not be coming anytime soon

-

Childe

You grin up at him, feeling close to naught pain coming from the gaping wound thanks to the excess of adrenaline that’s pumping through your body

“Childe” you say the smile still on your lips in an attempt at not making the situation as dark and horrific as it is. Childe speaks your name in return

“I love you” you tell him mustering the strength to cup the mans cheek, who immediately nuzzles into it. The situation almost doesn’t feel real to him. He’s going to be shaken awake by a very unwounded you in just a moment and inform him he’s having a nightmare

But that moment doesn’t come. Nor do any words come from you. Your slow rhythms of your heart remind you that he’s still got time, but you’ve expended all your energy. Your smile you’re wearing seems to be dropping

“I love you [name], I love you so much, you are everything I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you” he rambles bringing your body to his chest

“Live for--- me” you sputter out into his chest, a dying wish that Childe isn’t too sure he can uphold. Is it really living if he’s an empty vessel.

You go limp in his arms and he can no longer sense your heartbeat. Death had finally laid claim to you

Childe sits with you for hours, you’d expect him to be wailing like a banshee if you knew his personality but that’s rather not the case. Sobbing quietly is a better word for what happens. Most of his sobs and hacks for air are hidden in your hair. He pulled your body to his shoulder just to weep

Eventually he finds himself mustering the courage to walk back to Liyue Harbour. You firmly held in his arms. He knows that if he walks too plainly the Millelith would pry and ask too many questions for his fragile heart to answer

Childe ends up barging into the wangsheng funeral parlour, which surprises Zhongli a little. He’s about to go on a rant to Childe about how he must book an appointment, until he sees your lifeless body in his arms

The funeral is arranged quickly and neatly. There aren’t many people who attend, Childe is okay with that, he secretly wants to see his family and cry on their shoulder a bit

Instead he opts for a letter, which arrives to the family tear stained and lacking the usual penmanship ‘I’m sorry, you won’t be able to see [name] after all. They passed away not too long ago...’ he basically writes your arbitrary in the letter. And his whole heart is in every word he writes

Determined not to let anybody in Childe finds himself in a pattern, when he’s not throwing himself into battles he’s doing paper work or yelling at his subordinates and when he’s not doing that he’s doing his weekly fight with the traveller. Childe gets next to no sleep and instead opts to reading and rereading every letter and note you’ve ever given him

If Childe passes out at his desk nobody bothers him either in fear of getting yelled at by the harbinger or an understanding of losing a loved one

They never said being a harbinger was fulfilling work. Yet, he let himself believe that he could be fulfilled and content with a lover. What a shameful lie

-

Venti

He’s awfully quiet. He hasn’t experienced death in so long. Especially one he thought would be forever.

He couldn’t even get to you to hear your last words. Ironic isn’t it? He hadn’t heard that guys last words either. And yet this pains him so much more

Sure mortal lives are fleeting but he was certain he had more time with you. More time to see you grow old, more time to put off your inevitable mortality. More time to-

He’s hyperventilating, Venti’s body shakes as he finds nothing to ground himself not even the person he loves so dear is there for him. He feels like he could explode, breaths caught in his throat refusing to surface and come up for air. Despite being an immortal archon, the breaths that refuse to surface don’t fail to make him feel like he’s choking

A bard he is. And one that knows every song from the past, present and future. Suddenly the pained songs from the future make sense to him. He knew what was written. A love lost

Suddenly he finds himself crying and hunched over your deceased form making promises to the wind that he’ll never forget you. Much like he’ll ever forget that bard

He isn’t sure how long has passed but he’s still sobbing over your form, there aren’t many tears left for him to cry but he can’t find himself stopping. He feels like they’ll never stop. 

Maybe he could lay beside you and sleep for another thousand years. But that would only delay the inevitable. The inevitable sinking feeling.

Maybe it was his fault for letting himself fall in love with a mortal, but in the moment he could truly see you living life with him. He could see a marriage, children. He wanted you to have it all.

Damn celestia and all things above for not letting you ascend, at least when he inevitably ascends you’ll be there to greet him. Curse that and your mortality

Jean eventually stumbles upon him during a recon mission to find him covering your body in various flowers, a crown made of cecelias don your head. He’s quiet, but he’s saying goodbye. Who would blame him? Jean doesn’t interrupt him and only wishes you a farewell

News of your death spread around town like wildfire, your grave donned with more flowers than Venti can count. He almost feels bad about not doing a public service after seeing how many people are truly in mourning

Diluc doesn’t push Venti to pay his growing tab no matter how much he should. And Diluc doesn’t say no to Venti singing his happy tunes in the tavern

It feels like his life has retuned to normal. Though Jean can’t help but look out the library window to see Venti sat atop his statue with an expression, as Jean can only guess, of sadness.

Venti finds himself going back to an old schedule again but he can’t miss the nagging feeling of somethings missing. The something being you

Sometimes he half expects you to hug him from behind, or join him up at the statue, or kiss him on his nose, or-

Venti can’t quite comprehend how he feels, he just knows there’s a hole in his heart where you belonged. And he doesn’t want to let anyone find their way into there

He doesn’t want to lose again

It’s happened too much

[wandaswifeyforlifey]

hi! could i make a wanda x reader request with 12 prompt where reader cuts themselves with a paper/knife and is being a dramatic little baby about it

A/n: This ended up being way longer than I anticipated but I still love it nonetheless. Enjoy!

Ship: Wanda x Reader

Summary: You’d always been very clumsy and got bruises, cuts, grazes all the time. After a while, it just became a redundant thing and you learnt to take care of it yourself but ever since you got a girlfriend you became more and more reliant on her. One day while reading in the living room together, you get a papercut and are very dramatic about it.

Warnings: Not much just clumsiness and papercuts?

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Ever since you were little you had been a total clutz. Your parents had to stock up on plasters and disinfecting wipes just to make sure that you could keep the severity to a minimum. You would graze your knees from tripping over your own feet, you would get bruises from simply bumping into things but your worst enemy was getting papercuts. The most irritating part was that you loved to read. You went through almost every book you ever bought in 3 or 4 days but managed to get almost 5 papercuts per book.

Once you became a teenager you figured you would have to learn how to look after yourself because your parents weren’t going to be there forever. You were constantly aware of your surroundings, and yes that sounds dramatic but otherwise, you would be a mess. Then, possibly the worst thing that could happen in your situation happened. You became an Avenger. You were brought in by Natasha Romanoff due to your ‘unique’ abilities, which were elemental manipulation. Instantly you clicked with Wanda Maximoff who always seemed to be there for you, whether you had a gash on your leg or had been pricked by a thorn.

Soon after, Wanda asked you out and, of course, you said yes. So the next months were incredible. You were the happiest you had been in a long time. You shared a bed with a loving girlfriend in a comfortable home surrounded by loyal friends.

One of the things that really brought you and Wanda together was what you would choose to do during your downtime: reading. Any book either of you could get your hands on. You would talk about it with the other, trade books, read out excerpts to the other, anything to share your joy with them. But, just as it was when you were younger, you would get paper cuts every time. Although there was one difference between now when you got paper cuts and then, you were way more of a baby about it too. You were so used to having Wanda there to take care of you that you completely forgot how to take care of yourself and treat it like the minor thing it was. Whenever you did get one it tended to go a little bit like this:

“Ah, goddamnit. I got another paper cut, Wands!” you cried out to her.

“Oh it’ll be fine just get a tissue,” she replied without even taking her eyes off of the book she was currently engrossed in. Tears pricked at your eyes as you felt the sting of brushing over the cut and you looked back to your girlfriend for sympathy. As you made eye contact, she felt a slight twang of guilt when she saw the innocent look on your face.

“Fine, but I’m not going to be doing this every time. Ok?” she added with loving annoyance. Wanda grabbed your hand and walked you over to the sink in the bathroom. She got an antibacterial wipe and tried to gently clean up your cut. You flinched at the contact and pulled your hand away to which she turned to look at you and placed her hand on her hip.

“Stop being dramatic, it’s only a tiny cut. Now come on, this will all be over soon and we can go back to reading. How about that?” she gave you a comforting smile and you edged your way back over to her.

Once Wanda had cleaned the cut and put a plaster on it, you both went back to your books. This time, you cuddled on one sofa with one blanket on top of you and she was reading out some of your book until you fell asleep. Now, this was one of the things that made up for getting hurt a lot. When you got hurt, you always had love and reassurance at home.

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Hold Tight

Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader

Combining 2 Anonymous requests: I’m here to be a simp and ask ab Carrillo as a dad and Can I please request Carrillo with a baby? That’s it. That’s the entire request 😭 I know it isn’t much to go on with, but goddamnit I just want some sweet, non toxic, wholesome hours with this man 😭😭-🐝

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I enjoyed writing every single word of this fic more than you could even imagine. It’s definitely a little universe that I’m up for exploring more in the future but this was a nice little way to get acclimated to writing Dad!Carrillo. Hope you enjoy!

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He never thought that crying could sound so beautiful. But, standing there next to you in the delivery room, waiting for feeling to return to his fingers after how hard you were squeezing his hand, the sound of your newborn daughter crying for the first time was the most amazing sound that he’d ever heard.

“You want to hold her?” the nurse asked you after she’d cleaned her off, and despite the sweat, and exhaustion, and pain that you were in, your response was a resounding yes with no hesitation.

She was so small, and she looked even smaller swaddled up in her blanket. She squirmed slightly in your hold at first, but eventually she began to settle, her cries slowly beginning to soften. Her eyes closed, but you knew that she wasn’t asleep. Holding her in your arms was a surreal feeling, and you wondered how you were ever supposed to put her down even to get some sleep.

“She’s beautiful,” his voice was hardly a whisper, choked up with so much emotion that was so unlike him.

Truthfully, you’d almost forgotten that he was in the room. Your main and only focus was the baby in your arms. Prying your eyes away from her for a moment, you looked up at him, and the smile on your face grew. There were tears in his eyes that you chose not to comment on, and a smile on his face unlike anything you’d ever seen before. Over the years, he hadn’t always been the best at telling you how he felt, but in that moment, he didn’t need to say a thing—you could see it all in his eyes.

His hand came to rest on your shoulder, giving it a gentle and reassuring squeeze, “You did good, amor,” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, not caring that your hair was still slicked with sweat.

The nurse allowed the three of you a few moments of quiet together before asking, “Have you decided on a name?”

You and Horacio looked at each other, soft smiles on both your faces. You nodded slightly, “I know we had talked about Liliana?”

He nodded, “Liliana is perfect.”

The nurse smiled, nodding as she wrote down the name, “Liliana Carrillo. Beautiful.”

Hearing someone else say it brought tears to your eyes, your emotions running rampant from everything that had been happening. A sob made its way past your lips, but the teary smile on your face let him know that you were alright, just overcome with all the emotions that came with everything that had just happened.

When the three of you were back in your hospital room, he brought his chair as close as he possibly could to the hospital bed, wanting to be as close to the two of you as possible. His hand never strayed far from you, either resting on your arm or shoulder, or on the blanket that was wrapped around your newborn.

“You can hold her, you know,” you realized that you hadn’t mentioned it yet, too busy trying to soak up all the time that you could.

He smiled, and he wanted to, but you could see the nerves that flashed across his face. He didn’t trust himself with something so delicate, so pure and wholesome. A man who hadn’t let himself fully believe that not everything he touched, everything he loved would fall apart in his hands. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times, trying to figure out how to say what it was that he wanted to say. He already loved his daughter more than anything in the world, and his biggest fear now was messing up, hurting her.

“What if I hurt her?”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “You won’t hurt her, Horacio,” adjusting yourself so that you were sitting a little more upright in the bed, you motioned for him to bring himself just a little closer, “Here. Just support her head like this,” you modeled it for him and you could tell that he was soaking it all in, determined to do it right.

She fussed a little during the handoff, solely because she was being moved. You could see the panic set in on your husband’s face and you fought the urge to chuckle. He was afraid of so few things in the world, and you couldn’t deny the fact that your daughter was already bringing the man to his knees was quite the sight. He took a deep breath as he tucked her up in his arms, settling back into his chair as he gazed down at her.

“See?” you spoke softly, a tinge of amusement in your voice, “Not too hard, right?”

He shook his head, “I’m never standing up.”

You laughed, laying back against your pillows, “I love you.”

He was smiling, but still looking down at his daughter as he responded to you, “I love you too.”

You saw the way he was studying her face, trying to memorize every detail. Time would pass and things would change, but Horacio Carrillo would be damned if he ever forgot a single moment of fatherhood. He delicately ran his thumb over her cheek, letting out a deep sigh like it was the first time he’d ever been able to breathe in his whole life.

“What’re you thinking, Horacio?” you kept your voice soft.

“That I’m never letting either of you out of my sight,” he glanced up at you for a moment, a smile on his face.

It was the happiest you’d ever seen him. You watched them for a few moments more before letting your eyes drift shut, exhaustion finally settling into your bones, “Sounds good to me.”

He was glad that you were asleep, knowing that you needed the rest. He sat silently in the chair next to your bed, carefully cradling the baby in his arms. She was falling asleep too, but he knew that he could sit there and just stare at her like that for hours. He’d let the rest of the world burn around him to stay in that moment with the two of you. Quiet. Calm. Safe.

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Yuma Mukami Smut x Reader

Dirty talking, assertive reader, Rough, missionary and doggy style

I’ve never done a smut with an assertive reader so I figured I’d try it. The dirty talking in this smut also contains words like “dick”, just so you know. I don’t use them often cuz I’m not into that but for a rough assertive smut I figured some dirty talk would fit in

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You were needy. For one thing specifically: Yuma. You wanted your lover filling you up as he slammed into you, his tongue caressing your body, his strong hands gripping your hips as he repeatedly made you his.

You walked outside to the garden. The tall vampire turned to you. “There you are. Get over ‘ere, Sow, I could use some help.” He turned back to the tomatoes. You stayed quiet, walking up behind him. He turned his head. “Eh? Why aren’t ya talking?” You hugged him, making sure your breasts pushed up against him. You slid your hand down his torso and palmed his member, getting wet and grinning as you felt his member start to stiffen.

Yuma’s shoulders tensed and he sucked in a breath. “Goddamnit, Sow. You’re gonna be the death of me.” Yuma turned around and lifted you over his shoulder, making sure his hands gripped your bottom. You squealed and held onto him as he stormed into your shared bedroom, throwing you on the bed, locking the door and taking off his shirt.

He climbed on top of you, taking off your shirt and the two of you undressed each other, your tongues dancing as you kissed passionately. Yuma’s large hand ran over your breasts and he licked down your torso, leaving you moaning and spreading your legs wider.

Yuma lined himself up and slid inside you in one smooth motion. You cried out and moaned, gripping the sheets. Yuma lowered himself onto you and began to rock his hips. He kissed and nibbled all over your neck. “If you hold onto something, Sow, you hold onto me.” Yuma growled, his voice low and seductive.

You obliged, letting go of the sheets and instead gripping Yuma, digging your nails into his back as he pounded into you, leaving you a moaning and writhing mess under his large frame.

“Yuma!” You cried. Yuma groaned your name in your ear and snaked his arms around your waist, holding you in place as he rocked his hips against yours fiercly. The new angle was incredible, your eyes rolled back in your head and you wrapped your legs around Yuma’s waist, pulling him deep into you whenever he rocked his hips.

“Damn, Sow, you feel so fucking tight around my dick. It’s driving me crazy.” Yuma muttered. You whined and scratched at his back, pleasure soaring through your body as his large member reached every sweet spot in your depths.

“Fuck, I love being inside you. Tell me you love having me inside you. Tell me.” You could barely talk, too overwhelmed by the pleasure, but you managed to speak. “I love...having you inside me...Yuma...”

Yuma growled. “Shit, Sow.” He squeezed his eyes shut and rammed into you harder.

You moaned and orgasmed, your thighs shaking against Yuma’s. Yuma pulled out and positioned you in doggy style, putting you on your hands and knees, your behind facing him.

“Yuma...” You whined weakly, your knees still weak from your orgasm. “You started this, Sow.” Yuma began to rub your clit and stroked your folds, causing you to whimper. “And I can tell you still want more. You’re so wet, you’re begging for my dick, Sow.” You moaned as he pumped his fingers inside you. “Yes.” You cried. You couldn’t deny it. You wanted him to fill you more.

Yuma gripped your hips and slowly pushed inside your warm depths, groaning as he watched his length disappear inside your beautiful body, as he felt himself being enveloped by your tight folds. He started slowly, holding you steady as he rocked his hips.

His eyelids fluttered shut and he tilted his head back. “Fuck.” You moaned in response, feeling Yuma’s member hit a sweet spot deep inside you.

Yuma moaned your name, picking up speed. You gripped onto the sheets desperately as Yuma started to pound into you. Your orgasm came out of nowhere, leaving you screaming. You would’ve collapsed had it not been for his hold on you. He thrust inside once more and groaned, releasing his seed inside you. You slumped onto the bed and he joined you, pulling the blankets up and wrapping you in his arms.

“Damnit, Sow.” Yuma muttered, kissing the top of your head. You both almost always passed out after sex and you could feel deownsiness starting to overtake your body. Judging from Yuma’s tired voice and his body relaxing beside you, you could tell he was about fall asleep too.

“I love you.” He told you, saying your name. You snuggled into his chest. “I love you too.” He kissed you once more. “You’re working your ass off in the garden when we wake up.”

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[thatweeboverthereisthirsty]

Can I call you mine?

A commission from the lovely @carlottastudios who I absolutely adore after only having a few conversations with. These were jealousy scenarios with a bit of spice! I went over my word limit on Jamil’s but that’s just cause I love him so much! Please enjoy! And commissions are open still! This one cost $3

Warnings: slight spice, fem!reader, jealousy, protectiveness, possessive behavior, light light LIGHT angst, marking kink (is that a thing? oh well. Basically a love bite that displays their claim.)

   “In the jungle, the botanical jungle, a lion sleeps all the time~!” you sang out teasingly. Leona huffed and his tail thumped against the ground once in irritation. Giggling, you slid closer and poked said tail, which retracted swiftly, prickling in annoyance.

   “Scram herbivore.” Leona’s tone was mildly annoyed but had no bite to it. Truthfully he hoped you would inch just a bit closer so he could grab you and hold you hostage as his pillow. 

   You hummed and stood, much to his displeasure, and grabbed your school stuff. Quietly you packed everything away and threw out your lunch trash before returning to Leona’s spot one more time.

   “I have class now, Leona. I’ll see you later, kay?” he grunted in agreement and watched you walk away, nose twitching as he inhaled your fresh scent one last time before it began to fade. The down side of the botanical garden was that any smell other than flowers was quickly dispersed by the sickeningly sweet perfume of nectar.

   The lion sighed and stared up at one such flower with distaste. How dare they try to outdo his beloved? He would never appreciate their scent more than hers. He rolled his eyes at the ridiculous thoughts and fell back asleep. He hummed as he did so, mimicking the tune you had sang to him. He missed you already.

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   5:48 P.M. You were 18 minutes late. 18 minutes had passed since you were supposed to be in Leona’s bed, curled up next to him, petting his ears, and doting on him like the king he was. 18 minutes where Leona gradually became more worried, as well.

   It wasn’t like you to be late. Especially not late to a night with him. It set his instincts off and he was on high alert, tensed, ready to pounce on anything that dared touch his mate. Finally when the clock turned 5:20 he sprang out of bed and strode down the hall with power that sent the message “don’t mess with me”.

   In the Savanaclaw lounge you were seated next to the decorative pool, chatting amidly with a fellow student. Leona glared and growled when he spotted you, far too close to the other man for his liking. He watched in anger, as the student slid even closer to you so that your hips touched briefly.

   Rage flashed in Leona’s eyes and his expression darkened into something dangerous. He stalked over behind you and the student, who seemingly didn’t notice his presence and hastily picked you up before throwing you over his shoulder. 

   “Hey! Put me down!” you cried out and he snarled at you. “Quiet, herbivore!” Recognizing your boyfriend's voice you stilled and relaxed a bit. At least it wasn’t some stranger. 

   He mentally gave you points for fighting back when you didn’t know who it was. “That’s right, only I get to touch you.”

   Looking down at the student who had been sitting with you, he noticed your homework was on his lap and realized he had just been helping you. He growled and turned walking away, a bit upset that he didn’t have a good reason to turn them to dust. Not that he needed one, but he couldn’t imagine upsetting you by harming one of your classmates, no matter how much he wanted to.

   Soon he reached his room and threw you on the bed. You landed with a gasp and looked up at him in confusion and slight annoyance. “Leona! What was that-MPH!”

   He silenced you quickly by shoving you down on the bed and sliding his tongue into your mouth. Immediately your body relaxed underneath him and he smirked when you brought your hands up to weave into his hair. 

   Only he got to touch you like this. Only he got to kiss you. Only he got to say that you were his. His and his alone! 

   You panted when he pulled back and started to ask why but he kissed you again so you couldn’t. “Jealous. Protective. Possessive. Mine” He said between kisses and soon trailed them along your jaw and down to your neck.

   A breathy moan slipped from your lips as he sucked on the sensitive skin near your collar. He kissed up until he was right over the junction between your neck and shoulders. Then he bit down hard, drawing a loud cry from you. 

   The taste of your blood only just barely appeared before he pulled back and began to kiss the wound. He knew that licking it would irritate it further due to his cat-like tongue, but he still attempted to soothe it as much as possible.

   Finally he pulled back completely and gazed down at you with a smirk. Several different bruises and love bites littered your neck, shoulders, and collar. Only one had been deep enough to break the skin. It would scar he was sure and the thought of you always wearing a symbol of his claim made him purr.

   He stopped though when he realized he could have hurt you. “I’m sorry. Princess, I didn’t mean to get so upset, it’s just instincts.” he sighed. 

   You smiled at him and pulled him down for another kiss. “Don’t worry. I find it super sexy when you get possessive.” His eyes widened in surprise and he took in your mild blush. “Hmmm…” he purred with a smirk. “Well in that case you don’t mind if I mark you up a bit more… and while I’m at it you can use that pretty voice of yours to remind the whole dorm that you’re mine and mine alone!”

   Jamil gritted his teeth and turned away from the lounge. He made his way to the kitchen and immediately began to prepare more horderves. Kalim’s party was going wonderfully, of course all due to his hard work. Although he supposed he appreciated a week's notice and Kalim did help magically with some of the decorations.

    He was still stressed, but not quite as much as he could have been, had Kalim not given him a warning. In fact he was looking forward to actually trying to enjoy one of Kalim’s parties for the first time since he was born. 

   It was a very nice party and since everything was going smoothly, Jamil found time to sit down and sip some juice. Alcohol wasn’t allowed on school premises but grape juice mimicked the taste nicely depending on what brand you bought. Kalim was partial to the sweeter stuff, while Jamil preferred it to be more sour.

   However, he found that the sour taste in his mouth wasn’t from the juice at all when he spotted you dancing joyously with some other student. His smile fell into a frown and he watched angrily as the student pulled you close and said something that made you laugh.

   You had a beautiful laugh, it was the kind that made everyone in the room sigh in content when they heard it. Jamil fell in love with it almost as hard as he had fallen in love with you. Especially because you rarely laughed for anyone but him.

   To hear you generously sharing that sound with some nobody sent flashes of anger through him.  He clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms a bit. Just remembering it made him pissed.

   Shaking his head to clear it, Jamil got to work cutting up some more vegetables at a fast speed that would intimidate anyone who tried to approach him. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone so he glared darkly at the food in front of him in an attempt to send off silent go away signals.

   Kalim, who entered the room to find Jamil after seeing him storm off, caught sight of the frustrated man and paused to observe his body language. Ever since Jamil’s overblot, Kalim had been trying to read his friend's emotions better. Luckily he caught on quickly and left the room.

    Jamil sighed in relief and set the knife down. Why the hell would you wanna hang out with anyone but him! You were his and his alone! The only thing he had claim over, or ownership of. Mentally he berated himself for thinking that way. You weren’t an object, you were a person and you should be allowed to do whatever you want. He would be a hypocrite if he tried to restrict your choices and behaviors.

   “Jamil?” The man spun around and found you standing behind him with a concerned look on your face. “Kalim told me you looked upset, is everything alright?” Your tone was soft and worried. It eased Jamil’s emotions in the way it always had. You always put him first, a habit he both loved and hated. On one hand he adored being pampered for once, on the other he knew what it was like to ignore your own wants and needs for another person.

   He sighed and put on a smile, taking your hands in his own. “Just tired that’s all.” you frowned and glared up at him in the way you always did when he lied.

   “Now, I know that’s not true. I’m not gonna force you to tell me, but I also want you to know that you can be honest with me. That’s why I’m here.” Jamil bit his lip and turned away, a flush rising on his cheeks.

   “The truth…” he hesitated. “The truth is I don’t want you hanging out with that other student!” The sudden exclamation took you aback and you blinked in surprise. “I don’t want to control you or tell you what to do and who to hang out with, but I also want you all to myself. No one else should be able to touch you or whisper in your ears, or dance with you, or make you laugh and smile. That’s my job, because your mine, not theirs!”

   At this point you were blushing as well, but noticed he was beginning to get upset. “And I’m so sorry for saying that like you’re some object, cause you’re not. You’re a person who deserved to make their own choices and decisions, but goddamnit I can’t help wanting you all to myself. You’re- you’re…” he paused and looked at you. “You’re special… to me. I don’t want anyone taking you away from me. I know i’m being a hypocrite but don’t go back out there. Stay here and be mine-”

   Jamil was cut off by you kissing him passionately on the lips. His eyes widened before they fell closed and he snaked his arms around your waist, tugging you flush against him with a growl. 

   His tongue swiped at your lips and you parted them obediently. He smirked and chuckled lowly before slipping it into your mouth. “Good girl.” You moaned through the kiss and felt your knees weaken. He pulled you around and lifted you effortlessly onto the counter. His kisses moved from your lips to your neck where he simultaneously worshipped and abused your skin.

   Love bites and dark bruises displayed his rough treatment, but the sighs that fell from your lips told him that you were enjoying it greatly. Silently he pulled back to observe his handiwork and smirked at the amount of marks he had left behind. Some would be easy to hide, whereas others he had left strategically in places that would be impossible to cover up. He felt a little guilty, knowing that you would be slightly upset later for making it so hard to hide the fact that he had been kissing you, but seeing something almost like a name tag, or a brand, that signified you were his and his alone, stirred something in him and he was tempted to never let you leave his sight without a mark warning people off about advancing on you.

   “Jamil…” you spoke shakily. He looked at you and how wrecked you were just from some kisses and his gaze darkened with lust. His tongue licked his lips subconsciously and he watched you shiver in reaction. “I have something important to tell you…”

   He raised an eyebrow and moved his head to the other side of your neck, placing kisses and marks there as well. It made it very hard to think so you momentarily pushed him away, making him growl in displeasure. “Don’t feel bad about being possessive over me, okay? Because when you are…” you hesitated, “it’s really freaking hot.”

   His eyes widened and an almost evil smile drew up on his lips. “That so… well, then I guess you don’t mind me leaving a few more marks over here,” he licked a stripe up your neck drawing a gasp from you, “to show the whole world that you belong to me!” He snarled it out before biting lightly at your skin and relishing in the way you tilted your head to the side with a moan. Yeah, he could get used to you hanging out with other boys so long as he got to do this to you before and after.

[ja3minz]

warnings. fem!reader, voyeurism, public fingering, light humiliation and manipulation kink, finger sucking. ment. jeno, renjun, hyuck.

this was wrong.

this was so very wrong, and you knew it. there was this churning feeling in the pit of your stomach, a stinging sensation in the base of your thumbs that told that you were doing something terribly immoral.

well...you weren’t the one doing it. technically.

the metaphorical devil on your shoulder tried to reason, and you made a small, annoyed noise to yourself. two long fingers had practically made their home inside of your core; index stroking your sensitive bundle of nerves slowly but it was still enough to put you in a haze.

you squeezed your thighs shut, puffs of hot breath leaving your lips in quick succession. the culprit only hummed in response, a shameless grin spreading over his face, brown eyes glinting with what could only be described as playful defiance. na jaemin had you exactly where he wanted you.

“you’re doing so good, sweetheart.” jaemin whispered, his head buried in the crook of your neck. “such pretty little noises you’re making for me.”

you whined in response, and you sounded so meek and submissive; you hated it. you never once in your wildest dreams thought that jaemin of all people, the boy who just a day ago was happily introducing himself to your parents, would be the one to have you in such a predicament. cuddled up on the couch with him, a throw blanket rested over both of you, while jeno and renjun sat mere inches away from you.

there was a part of you that remembered growing up with nct dream, watching them walk their path to achieving their dreams of becoming idols. you remembered meeting jeno and jaemin back when they were in the mickey mouse club, all of you in the same age range with goals of making it big.

so, the fact that you were inside of their dorms being fingered by their best friend and bandmate while they were supposed to be watching movies almost felt sacrilegious.

but you didn’t dare tell jaemin to stop.

so he continued, index finger lazily massaging your soaking wet core as if nothing was happening. he even managed to keep a straight face, staring at the screen and turning to crack jokes with jeno every so often. he wasn’t even blushing! how the hell was that fair at all?

you were filled with so much shame, and yet at the same time the thrill of being touched so explicitly right in front of people made your heart race.

every time his fingers would dip to gather some of your essence, teasing at your begging hole, it would take every ounce of you not to scream. you wanted to drop to your knees and beg him to just fuck you stupid, right in front of everyone. you wanted him to go faster, you wanted his mouth on you, you wanted his hands all over you.

goddamnit, you just wanted to cum.

“nngh...t-tease…” you mumbled, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration. jaemin only chuckled softly in response, other hand rested on your thigh; fingers drawing patterns over the expanse of it. “but you sound so cute.” he giggled against your ear, kissing your cheek. “you’re so good for me, doll, you’re doing so good.”

to the naked eye, jaemin was just being overly affectionate. which was in his nature truly, so jeno and renjun didn’t bat an eyelash at him canoodling with you the way he was. if only they knew what magic his fingers were working underneath that throw blanket.

“should i let you cum right here? hm?”

panic began to rise through your chest as jaemin picked up his speed, he kept an eye on his friends, index finger rubbing your clit in quick circles; or as quick as he could do without getting caught. you dug your fingers into the flesh of his arm, whimpering softly as you shut your eyes to try to focus. you were trying your absolute best not to let your thighs tremble, but it was useless at this point.

“jaem, no...n-not here. please, not here.” you pleaded with him, voice a broken whisper. jaemin hummed, his middle finger slipping inside of you before you could stop him.

you inhaled sharply, which caused jeno and renjun to turn to look at you. “you okay?” renjun tilted his head at you and you scrambled to come up with an excuse, nodding your head rigorously.

“yeah! i’m okay! i, uh. i just...accidentally scratched myself too hard. g-gotta cut my nails later.”

renjun narrowed his eyes at you for a moment before nodding, seemingly buying it, and you felt like your heart was gonna come tumbling out of your ass at any minute.

jaemin giggled again, nibbling on your earlobe. “nice save, baby. you’re adapting well.” he teased, and you were so angry you wanted to scream. as a ‘reward’ he curled his middle finger inside of you and you were losing your mind.

you bit down on your lip so hard it hurt, head falling and resting on his chest. “please...please please please please…” you whispered.

“shh shh. c’mon, baby, you can handle it.” jaemin whispered into your ear. “you’re doing so good. so good, my baby, you’re gonna earn your orgasm. i’ll make you feel so good.”

you bit back another whimper, eyes falling shut again as you tried to calm yourself as best as you could. you felt like one more prod was going to send you right over the edge. “nana...i c-can’t…”

“you can.”

jaemin’s voice was dark and demanding, and it made you shiver. “sit still.”

minutes went by, and they felt like hours. the movie had finished and the boys had a long conversation about how boring it was for it to have been a horror movie; you were unable to contribute much as you weren’t paying much attention to it to begin with.

the plan was to order food and watch something significantly better, which in jeno’s mind was some obscure murder mystery he had found on netflix. jeno had left to go to the bathroom, renjun getting up to make popcorn and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“jaem, for fuck’s sake.” you finally burst out, whimpering and whining as you buried your face in his chest. “you’re so fucking mean, i hate you.”

jaemin laughed as he slid a second finger into you, surveying the area and making sure the coast was clear before curling both fingers and ramming them into you with such speed you were sure you were going to pass out. after at least an hour of slow teasing, the sudden onslaught of pleasure was almost over stimulating. you threw your head back, eyebrows furrowing and eyes crossing while your thighs instinctively shut around his hand. it was too much for you, so much that you began to try and squirm away from him only to have jaemin give your thighs a firm slap.

“keep them open.”

“n-no, you’re gonna...m-make me…”

“that’s the plan.” jaemin glanced up again, making sure to keep a lookout. “if you don’t cum before they get back, you’re gonna have to wait another hour or more. possibly until they fall asleep, which could take all night. you’re very impatient so i know you don’t want that.”

oh, god you hated time limits.

you were sure you had, at best, 30 seconds or less before jeno or renjun returned. the last thing you wanted was to be caught mid orgasm by either of them. what would they think of you? their friend reduced to some disgusting little whore being fingered on their expensive couch?

something about that turned you on so much more, though. the adrenaline of trying not to be caught, chasing your orgasm as fast as you could. “you’d better hurry…” jaemin sounded almost sing-songy in your ear, fingers still fucking into you at speed your brain couldn’t comprehend. with the palm of his hand rubbing against your clit, you were melting into his arms.

you stuffed your fingers into your mouth in a feeble attempt to keep yourself quiet enough that they wouldn’t hear but your poor brain was fried, all you could think of was jaemin and how good his fingers felt inside of you.

‘fuck, i have to cum now. i need it, i need it so bad. they’re gonna see me, fuck. oh, god, they’re going to catch me. this is so fucked, they’ll never see me the same if they catch me. they’ll think im such a slut, i have to hurry!’

suddenly your jaw went slack, the burning knot in the pit of your stomach finally unraveling. there was an explosion of white, followed by splotches of every other color in the rainbow as you convulsed in his arms. you found yourself biting down on jaemin’s collarbone as you hid your face in the crook of his neck trying not to scream while he cooed in your ear.

“theeere she is. that’s my girl, i knew you could do it. i knew you could hold out for me, baby. fuck, you’re so beautiful, that’s it. thaaat’s it, fuck my hand. god, you’re amazing.”

you whined desperately, trying to push his arm away as he continued to rub at your over sensitive clit. your chest was heaving, tears clinging to the corners of her eyes and then you heard footsteps. jeno had returned first.

he sighed, sliding his phone back into his pocket before glancing around the room; locking eyes with you. you looked out of breath, panting in jaemin’s arms while he smiled down at you with a loving look in his eyes. “what the fuck are you two doing?” he asked bluntly with a laugh.

you startled, giggling nervously out of instinct. had he seen you? did he know what was going on?

“i showed her this funny video donghyuck sent me.” jaemin answered calmly, removing his fingers from their warm spot inside of you. “she started doing that thing where she laughs until she cries.”

god, he’s way too good at this.

you lifted a hand to wipe your tears and gave another giggle, playing along with his story. “the stupidest shit makes me laugh, it’s really awful.”

jeno scoffed a small laugh, falling down on the couch. “yeah, tell me about it. your humor’s so fucked, one weird sound and you’re giggling about it for weeks.”

‘home safe. god, how did i get out of this.’ you thought as he and jaemin delved into a conversation of stupid memes and how weird the internet’s humor had become.

renjun returned with popcorn and the food jeno had ordered, giving jaemin the chance to fully retrieve his hand as they had their backs turned. “messy girl.” he whispered to you, smirking as he showed you his two fingers coated in your juices.

you felt like your face was on fire, watching him dramatically encase his own fingers within his mouth; licking your cum clean off them before turning to grab the ramen he had ordered as if nothing had happened.

you started incredously at the back of his head, in utter shock at just how brazen your boyfriend truly is. you hated that you weren’t sure if you could control yourself the next time you were left alone with him. you were half considering taking him to the bathroom to take his cock into your mouth and give him a taste of his own medicine.

you decided to keep your composure, though. trembling hands reaching for the peach flavored drink you ordered while jaemin practically burst with pride when renjun began to tease you for your shaking hands.

[can-youimagine]

Work In Progress Chapter Ten

Summary: After leaving the BAU, you promised you would never go back. But then, you meet your replacement. Your genius, caring, loving replacement, and you can't stop yourself from being pulled back into that world.

Chapter TW: Angst, mention of being unconscious, questionable morality, mention of abortion, loss of child, swearing, near death experience. See Series Masterlist for full series TW.

Word Count: 945

A/N: Itallics are flashbacks

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

You watch him walk into the building before leaving. As much as you want to think about Spencer, you can’t help but think about the last time you left this building.

Tears blur your vision. You aren’t entirely sure how you manage to see the road well enough to get home, but you do, and you’re relatively certain you didn’t hit anyone or anything on the way.

It’s sometime between morning and night. You had dropped off your gun and badge before anyone you knew would be there. Namely, before Aaron would be there.

You aren’t sure you can ever look at him again. In your experience, death either pulls people together or drives them apart. In your case, it was the latter. In Aaron’s, it was the former.

When you get back to your apartment, you see him sitting in front of your door. “(Y/N), please-”

“My badge and gun are at the Bureau. You get to have your life with Haley without anything holding you back.”

“You know damn well that isn’t true.” When his hand slams against the door, you become acutely aware of your neighbors.

“If we’re going to do this, we’re going inside.” You don’t look at him as you unlock the door, but you know he’s watching you. You leave the door open behind you. To his credit, Aaron manages to contain most of his anger and shut the door at a normal volume. You finally turn to face him. After spending the last week (plus a few days when you were unconscious) in a hospital bed in Ohio trying to put on a brave face, you are at your breaking point. “What do you want from me?”

“I want you to be okay. I want you to scream and throw shit and cry and then get better,” he confesses. “I want you to be you again.”

For the first time, even to yourself, you admit, “I’m not sure I can be.”

“Can you try?”

“Aaron, he took so much from me. He took my baby. He took my future.” You fall onto the couch. “How can I let him not take me too?”

He sits next to you before gently correcting, “He took our baby.”

“I don’t even know why I’m so upset. It’s not like I could be pregnant with the job, and you and Haley just got back together. It’s not like I could have expected you to take care of them. Honestly, I probably would have had an abortion anyway, but…”

“It would have been our choice.”

“Aaron, you have to understand, I can’t go back there.”

He rubs your back, trying to slow the sobs. “I know.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You push yourself away from him. “I’m fine now.”

“(Y/N),”

“Aaron. I’m fine. You should get back home. It’s late.”

“Goddamnit, (Y/N)! You aren’t the only one who’s hurting!” He cries for the first time. “It was my baby, too. I have always wanted to be a father, and-”

“And you still can be!” You wish you had bit your tongue. “That wasn’t taken from you. You get to go home to your wife and build a family. I will never get that.”

“I almost lost you, (Y/N). Do you know how scared I was? And I couldn’t fucking tell anybody. I had to be the boss. I had to be the one to prepare paperwork for your death. I had to be the stonefaced one while everyone else was sobbing.” He drops his head into his hands. “I had to mourn you by myself. I had to hold JJ while she cried. I had to remind Morgan to leave your side every few hours to eat something. Hell, I had to pull Gideon back to earth at least once a day before he went AWOL to find that son of a bitch.

“I called Dave. He knew about us. Of course he did.” He sighs. “I hung up as soon as he answered. I was so fucking scared of telling him what happened. I was scared that if I told anyone that you were so close to death, that you would,” he chokes, unable to think about it even now.

“I didn’t know.” You’re quiet now, rather embarrassed by your outburst now.

He shakes his head. “I didn’t want you to. You were, and are, in a lot more pain than me. And, you’re right. It wasn’t my future that was taken. I’m sorry that yours was, and I’m sorry I didn’t do en-”

You cut him off, “You saved my life, Aaron.”

“I could have-”

“Done nothing different. You did the best you could with the information you had. The fact that you found me at all is a miracle.” You stare at your lap. “That’s why I can’t go back. When people talk about near-death experiences, they only ever have one. I’ve had mine. I can’t risk another, Aaron.”

He grabs your hand, and you look him in the eyes for the first time that night. You see nothing but sincerity. “We’ll always have a spot open for you.”

You nod. “Thank you.” You’re too tired to push the issue. “Go home. Tell your wife you love her. Then, go back to work and save the world.”

He chuckles. “What’re you going to do?”

You shrug. “Well, my other degree is in elementary ed. I’ll probably get recertified and start teaching.”

He smiles. “You’ll be a great teacher.”

“Thank you.”

He squeezes your hand one last time before walking out of your apartment.

The same apartment you are walking into now. You sigh. Home sweet home.