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dont-look-its-embarrassing · 1 month ago

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To Be Seen

Azriel x Reader

This is my first ever one-shot or fanfiction type writing on here, so be patient with me bc it will be FAR from perfect or good.

This is purely self-indulgent bc again, I'm new at this and just wanted to write an insert or y/n type little blurb.

Summary; Being the best friend of Feyre when she was human, you regretfully got roped in and turned with her sisters as a tool for manipulation by Hybern. As the sister's find it hard to settle in claiming the attention of the two other bats, you attempt to make Feyre's and the inner court's life easier by flying under the radar and figuring it out on your own. However, are you really as unnoticed as you hope or is a certain shadowsinger entrapped by your caring and soft nature as his heart battles his mind for the third sister or you.

Warnings: None really, mentions of PTSD and anxiety, loneliness and self-help, slow-burn, slight angst with a fluffy ending, reader just wants to be seen but feels like she can't ask

Word count: 2,389

Pt2

The sound of a door opening broke you out of your thoughts as you sat in the drawing room in the house of wind. The gentle crackle of the fire Infront of you allowed your body to sit comfortably within the rather cold season and the book you were just reading sat loose in your lap. You haven't gotten used to your enhanced hearing yet as your now longer and thicker hair gently fell from where you had tucked it behind your ear.

"Y/n?" Your best friend's voice echoed into the room as her footsteps followed. A soft smile spread across your features as she came in, confirmed you where there, and plopped down ungraciously on the couch next to you. "Thank the mother you are here."

Her features where stressed, the worry written all over her face as she took your form in.

"What's going on?" You ask, hopeful to help.

Feyre let out a sigh as she let her eyes wonder to the fire Infront of the both of you.

"Nothing. Everything. I don't know, it seems that everything I do to try and help Nesta and Elaine seems to only make things worse." She rung her hands, a trait she picked up back in the human lands when she was nervous or upset. "It just never seems enough to make them comfortable or to try and apologize for everything that happened."

Your best friend's eyes slightly widened as she took her gaze from the flames.

"How are you? Are you doing okay?" The genuine care and concern oozing off of the female Infront of you reminded you of why you cared so much about your friend in the first place. When she was taken, you had searched high and low for her in hopes to get her back only to have her return happy and healthy with a loving man, or male, doting on her every need. You were ecstatic, and expressed yourself as so, even if it was with fae beings. When you and her sisters were taken, that happiness was put on hold to make sure that you are all where comfortable. Feyre's self-sacrificing nature did always drive you mad, even now when she was so close to being truly happy.

"I'm okay Feyre." She shot you a look, trying to dig deeper and call the bluff you made. "Seriously, I'm here with you and in an amazing place that I could only dream of with great people."

"A lot happened Y/n. A lot happened to Elaine and Nesta, but a lot happened to you." She was right, and it was weird for you to be so put together when the worlds of the other two were falling to pieces. With your more emotional and strong relationship with Feyre, you had been held captive with her sisters yes, but you also took the brunt of interrogation that the wicked king deemed necessary to gain any information of her court. You had put yourself in that position, you knew how awful she would feel about her familial blood being brutalized in such a way, so you took the heat. But, in the end, her sisters still took the change harder and refused to accept their new life, making everyone on edge and overexerting themselves to help.

With one look at your best friend's-tired eyes, you knew that she couldn't handle another burden. More like she shouldn't have to handle another burden.

The word tasted sour on your tongue.

Burden.

Shaking your head a small gentle smile graced your face, and you forced your features to emulate that same energy.

"I'm okay Feyre, really. Aside from some cool new power thing that I haven't figured out, I'm fine. " The breath she released could only register as relief in your mind as she met your smile.

"Okay, and we will definitely start working on that when we are all settled here." Her reassurance did little to reassure that it would be investigated. Again, with the two sisters gaining war altering abilities, your random energy (that had yet to manifest) would be put on the back burner until everyone else was settled. Again, the slight dismissal ached, but you understood the need for others to take precedence.

Giving a little nod, you two sit in silence for a bit just listening to the crackling of the fire and enjoying each other's presence. That is, until a wince rippled across your friends face and she slowly rose.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. I think Elaine is out and not talking to Lucien and it's a mess-"

"It's fine Feyre, go make sure they are okay." You assure with the same smile. Giving one last 'thank you, I love you' she was gone like the wind that howled outside the windows. The silence that followed her exit had the ringing in your ears become a bit to unbearable. Removing yourself from the couch, you travel down to your room and grab a quick change of footwear.

Today would be a good day to explore the town, or at least good enough to get your mind out of the dark slump of trying to acclimate to its' new body and abilities.

Making your way towards the door, a small flicker of shadow catches your eye.

"Hello?" You call. You know that Rhys is most likely with Feyre and Azriel is also probably there because of Elaine, so you dismiss it quickly after a moment, chalking it up to just a trick of the light.

Opening the door, the slight chill on the wind has a shiver run through you, but the sun quickly chased it away. Breathing a sigh, you look at the vastness of the stairs below you.

No time like the present.

Taking one step at a time and avid breaks when needed, you would rather not admit to yourself just how much time that trek took. However, upon reaching the bottom, the satisfaction that filled you outweighed the journey. Walking down the streets of Velaris, the bustling normality of the people filled you with ease. As your heels clicked against the stones below, your gaze just missed the little shadow that trailed behind your body.

Taking in the colors and vibrant people, the ease and happiness that covered their faces had the ache in your gut grow more and more. Your mind wandered to if you would ever be that happy and mundane. With everything that had happened so far, the familiar life in the human forest (although had its struggles) seemed like an ideal. It was the lack of routine, lack of knowledge, the newly sprouted life, the misplacement, all of it plus more. You didn't notice your breathing gain more weight and take longer to fill your lungs than it did at the house. You also didn't notice the little skitter of the shadow that had followed you as it raced away towards some unseen location. The heat in your body seemed to increase as the sight of a simple family loving and walking together entered your mind.

Would anyone love you like this?

You couldn't think.

Ducking into a nearby ally, the overhead sheets and covering allowed it to be shaded and darker than the streets 20 feet away. Even then, the darkness of the ally seemed to illuminate with your presence there. However, it wasn't the light, it was the lack of grasp of oxygen you could inhale and the strenuous shaking your body couldn't stop. The tears that fell without your knowledge burned their tracks into your skin and sizzled as they hit the ground. Your body gave way to the spasms that took ahold of you as your mind raced. Burring your head into your knees, you attempted to shut the world out and let your mind slow but to no avail. You wished the darkness of the alley would swallow you whole, allow the sun and light to escape you being seen just this once.

Almost as if your prayers where in fact answered, the light surrounding you died as the darkness of the ally surrounded you. Picking your head up to view what cloud or magical being answered your plea, your eyes were met with those of hazel crouching Infront of you.

"Azriel?" You hadn't met this male for more than a couple days ago. He was nice, offering to go with you places or chat every so often. You had a couple nightly talks with him where you shared some stories between the two of you. Nothing out of the ordinary though, you felt safe around him when he was near. Confusion washed your features and for a moment your brain stopped running in circles and focused on why the male might be in front of you in this very unfortunate situation.

"You're okay." His large hands had gently pried your head from between your own. He Slowly, as if not to spook you further, reached for your hands and took them in his own. As twisted as it sounded, the morbid scarring that littered his skin grounded you further and pulled you back to this moment and out of that forsaken cell and cold water. "Focus on me, breathe."

The ease of your breath returned as the seeming dark cloud that surrounded you peeled back revealing that same dampened alleyway. However, the slight char on the walls and burns on the ground was distinct enough to question. Looking around, more of those marks surrounded you but faded as it got further from you. Opening your mouth to ask, a quick look from the male had you hesitant as he shook his head.

"One thing at a time sunshine." You nod, ignoring the small butterfly that hatched in your stomach at the nickname, but the pain in your head from the little outburst brought you back to reality. Bringing your hand up to caress the muscle between your eyes, Azriel scanned you from head to toe checking for any other possible injuries. "Let's get you back to the house, okay? Have Madja take a look at you and maybe give you something to help process."

Although the beginning of his statement was directed at you, for an answer, the second part was mumbled more to himself.

"Okay." The short response was all you could get past your lips as he sent you a small smile and opened his arms.

Looking at him questionably, he held back a chuckle.

"Have you never flown?" Shaking your head, no, you had never flown before. Winnowed? Yes, but never in the arms of one of the three males residing in the same house at you. The aspect of Azriel being your first had a little flush cover your cheeks. He approached you carefully, scanning your eyes for any aversion to being touched or space invaded. If you didn't just have a literally breakdown in the middle of Velaris, you could've sworn there was a deeper emotion residing in his eyes.

Guilt?

Worry?

Longing?

You couldn't place it and decided not to keep the process waiting. Taking a step towards him, he kept his arms spread out to accompany your space against his.

"Wrap your arms around me." His voice was lowered with your closer proximity. Slowly you brought your arms to wrap around the back of his neck. He waited until you settled there before moving to hoist you up into his arms and walk slightly out of the alley to give his wings more room to take flight.

While doing so, you couldn't help but settle into his warmth as it felt nice against our colder frame. With all the adrenaline wearing off, you were left shivering.

"Make sure to hold on." He noted, which was all the notice you got before suddenly you two were no longer on the ground. Tightening your grip instinctually, you shut your eyes as you could practically feel the male smile at your nature.

"How did you get down there anyway?" With the loud wind it was hard to hear, but again due to the lack of space between the two of you his voice rang clear.

"I walked."

"Down those?" Without realizing the easygoing atmosphere he created, you had peered open your eyes to look down at the stairs you both were currently soaring over. Only a brief look however as you still had some human tendencies and did have a slight aversion to heights.

"Yeah." You nodded and went to shut your eyes once more to finish out the flight, but as you did you caught sight of a new look on the spymaster's face.

Pride.

Landing as softly as possible, Madja was already there waiting for the two of you to arrive. Without thinking, you blamed it on the spymaster's shadows (but grateful they were there). Feyre also stood to the side of her, worry wringing her hands again and you let out a sigh of defeat.

Stumbling out of Azriel's arms, he steadied you, giving a once over before his high lady had shot him an inquiring look. She looked at you shortly after.

"You are never to lie to me again Y/n, you hear?" Her chastising voice was filled with love and worry all the same.

But before you could open your mouth to respond with a thousand reasons why you might, a certain male beat you too it.

"Don't go too hard on her, admittedly we have all been a bit busy to check in." You both glanced back at the male in question as his shadows wrapped around him in song. He has said it was so to promise his attention to fix the problem, which warmed your core.

"She will be okay Feyre." Meeting eye contact with him, he had sent you a small nod of his head and smile before disappearing into the dark.

Your best friend looked at you in question, but a deeper thought was spinning in her head. However, the little throat clear of the healer nearby jumpstarted the next 24 hours of care and therapy from your best friend and the best healers in Prythian. The whole endeavor couldn't tear your thoughts to a certain inner court male and the way his arms felt around you.

Maybe you would be okay.

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spideyhexx · 11 months ago

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sub!snowjanus x dom!reader where she finds them doing it together without permission and punishes them. maybe bratty!coryo idkk. ALSO I LOVE YOUR WRITING -(🍒 anon (IF ITS NOT TAKEN YET))

THAT IS ALL YOURS AND THANK YOU SM THIS IS GREAT

also ty to @goosita and @floralcyanide for talking through this concept with me and making me write this tonight instead of tomorrow <3 I popped off with this.

mdni

Coryo was well aware you told him and Sej to not fool around or even touch themselves this next week. You were busy and you wanted to have some excitement to look forward to at the end of a long and stressful week and this was the way you thought you'd get it; having a night or even a day of pleasure with your two lovers who have been built up all week. It sounded like a dream.

But Coryo is an evil little shit. You knew this. Sej knew it. Coryo knew it. But he's never attempted something as risky as this.

With only half the week gone by, he's losing his mind. He's gotten so used to your and Sej's touches that now he's spiraling without it. He doesn't even think to jack off, knowing it wouldn't feel the same.

Coryo has a different plan.

One night, he gets Sej to invite him over while you're still working. Sej is no fool. He can see it in Coryo's eyes. The way he lingers his hand on Sej's arm or how he kept bumping his knee against Sej's own as they sat in bed, talking.

While Sej usually had a lot more self-control, he has to admit to himself the week has been torturous for him too. Ever since Coryo joined your relationship, the need to satiate his desires has only heightened.

So it's no surprise that when Coryo leans in to kiss Sej, his hand moving from the boy's arm to his thigh, Sej gives in. Coryo is surprised at how quickly Sej leans into the touch, his kisses more urgent than he's ever felt them before. "She's gonna be so mad," Sej mumbles as Coryo's fingers make quick work of undoing Sej's pants.

"She's not here right now," Coryo says, in almost an irritated tone. His brow is furrowed and he smiles against Sej's lips when he wraps his hand around Sej's length, stroking it in slow, painful movements until Sej breaks, pushing Coryo down onto his back in bed.

"We have to be fast," Sej mutters, only pulling Coryo's own trousers down enough to get his cock out as he lays over the boy, pressing himself flush against him and grinding their dicks against one another.

Coryo's smirk etches deep into his face at the feeling, letting himself moan out, "fuck, finally," and Sej laughs, burying his head into Coryo's neck as he rocks his hips against Coryo.

This feeling, his blood rushing only to his dick as he gets harder, the ache burning deep within him as he feels Sej's sweaty body trembling above him, both of them so desperate after only a couple days without a release. The way Coryo was rolling his hips up against Sej to make the boy moan into his neck and the light little kisses that Sej would leave on his skin. This feeling makes it all worth it.

Even when the door opens and you're standing, your jaw about to drop at the sight.

Coryo sees you first, patting Sej's shoulder gently and he turns, going red in the face when he locks eyes with you. Coryo still has a smirk on his face and that is all you can focus on.

Without a word, you put your bag down, your coat following, and then your shoes. You take your time, knowing both of them have sat up and Sej is the first one to speak, "I'm sorry, doll, w-we were so worked up and I...we missed being able to-"

"I know baby," you coo at Sej, moving near him and cupping his face in your hands, giving his forehead a light kiss, mumbling against it, "but you still broke my rules." You feel him try to nod in your hold and his eyes shine big at you. "I'm s-sorry," he says in a hushed whisper and your eyes dart to Coryo who's sat back against the pillows.

"Sej, baby, can you go get the ties from my closet?" His eyes trail up and down your face before nodding and you let go of him, beckoning Coryo to come closer. He obeys, to your surprise and you give him a soft smile.

It almost makes him lose his demeanor because he knows by now you're not thinking of anything soft. "I take it you started this?"

He nods, not afraid to admit this to you, "What was I supposed to do? We wanted to fuck around, so we did. Your rule was pointless."

You raise a brow, a little surprised by his confidence, something you so rarely see from him in bed. "Honey, if you want to be that way-"

"What way?" His head is held high as if he's challenging you, wanting to see exactly how far you'd go.

Your smile drops a little and you lean closer to him, kissing the corner of his lips, "If you want to be a brat, I'll treat you like one. You haven't learned this yet, but I don't take these things lightly, honey." You kiss the corner of his lips again before backing away and nodding over to your desk chair.

"Go sit down there." Coryo takes a moment to listen, his eyes a little wide at your words and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, his shoulders slumping into submission, but he holds his head high again, getting up from the bed.

"Oh, and take all your clothes off?" You smile sweetly at him, it almost sickens him.

You help Sej undress after he brings the ties out for you and you lean to whisper in his ear, "Can you tie Coryo's hands tight behind his back for me? Behind the chair,." Sej follows your instructions and while Coryo scoffs, he lets him do it.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You ignore him, sitting on the edge of your bed and undressing yourself.

Full-heartedly, Coryo thinks you're gonna be down on your knees for him any minute now. Almost every time he's in your desk chair, you're sitting between his legs on the floor with his cock down your throat, so his mind naturally wanders to that being your course of action.

Sej on the other hand has been at the mercy of your punishments before and he has a faint idea of what you plan to do to the blonde boy now tied to your chair.

"Sej, come here," you say, your voice soft and it's throwing Coryo for a loop. "You know he broke your rules too?"

"I know, honey, but I also know that you're the reason he gave in. So just sit there and look pretty, okay?" You give him another one of your sweet smiles and Coryo takes a deep breath, already starting to squirm against his restraints. You tug Sej onto the bed with you, pushing his head down before he can kiss your lips.

"No, baby. You gotta earn that back." Sej nods obediently, trailing kisses down your chest to your tummy. You lay back where Coryo once was, Sej parting your legs and looking up at you, "will this let me earn it back?"

"Mmm, yes. Good boy." He lets out a shuddered breath and kisses your inner thigh. Once. Then twice, nipping at the skin and urging your thighs to spread more. Sej repeats the same kisses to your other thigh, biting a little more against the skin and you tangle your fingers into his curls, pushing his head closer to your core.

"Enough of that," you grunt, Sej's hands rubbing from your knees up to your thighs and gripping them tightly as he presses his nose to your clit, as if he's savoring, taking in your scent. You let him hold your thighs apart, the feeling of his warm hands against your skin was too alluring, too perfect.

You told yourself you wouldn't even spare a glance at Coryo, but you do. His gaze is laser-focused on the two of you and you smirk as you see his hardened cock resting up against his tummy, his teeth seemingly biting into the skin of his inner cheek.

"Do you..." you trail off in a moan as Sej's tongue plunges into you, licking into you like you're his last meal. "Do you have something to say, Coryo?"

"I-I want to touch you," he says and you chuckle, tilting your head back with a groan as Sej presses his nose to your clit harder, your hips bucking up to grind into his face. "I don't care what you want, honey," you breathe out through little gasps, Sej's tongue fucking into you with a skill that he's only improved on every single time.

You hear Coryo hold back a whine, your cute little nickname for him sounding so filthy on your tongue as his own head tips backward in frustration. He tries to see if he can get out of the ties, but he can't. No tug or pull or twist even lets up the tightness a little bit.

"Sej, baby, you're doing so good for me, f-fuck." Sej moans against you and as his eyes meet yours, you feel yourself come undone on his tongue, his hands holding your hips down so he can lap up all of your release without you squirming too much.

When Sej moves his mouth away from you, you're tugging him up and kissing him. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling his body flush against yours, cock resting, aching against you.

Coryo audibly groans, his hips squirming at the sight and he wants to lash out at you so bad. He feels it on the tip of his tongue, something mean, something so angry that he isn't even sure what you or Sej would do, but he can't say it. All he can do is watch, mouth parted as you guide Sej's dick into you, coaxing the man on top of you to bury his head into your neck, just like Coryo had done earlier.

"That's it, baby," you purr into Sej's ear as his hips slowly begin to roll into yours, the thickness of his cock inside of you starting to turn your brain into pure mush, but you regain your focus, massaging the back of his head as he groans into your neck.

"You're doing so well for me, so perfect, you just needed my cunt didn't you?" Sej whines, nodding and you feel his teeth sink into your shoulder.

"P-please," Coryo gasps out. You hear him, but don't reply, kissing the spot beneath Sej's ear and pushing his hips into you deeper with your legs.

Sej is losing his goddamn mind just as much as Coryo is, despite him being the one that gets to feel you, warm, wet, and snug against him. He wants to move faster, but his hips move easily, languidly as if he's trying to get to know every part of you all over again. He also knows you're loving leaving Coryo ignored. He can tell by the way your lips quirk against him when Coryo lets out yet another whine.

His whines feel purposeful like he's trying to make them sound as sad and needy as he can, but there is a shift that tells Sej they're becoming real. Sej longs to see how Coryo looks all tied up right now, but he forgets about that when you bite on his ear, "I know you wanna fuck me harder, baby. You earned it."

He lets out a shaky breath, keeping his head down, too afraid if he looked at your face, he'd bust on the spot. He ruts into you with more force, starting to set a frantic pace that he doesn't let up.

His pent-up desires unfold completely as he fucks into you, your legs holding him so tight, so deep.

"B-baby, please," Coryo begs a little louder, his own hips bucking up into absolutely nothing. He rarely called you that, so you spare him a look.

His cock, drippy and the tip so red makes you want to give in, but you can't. He has to learn. "Coryo, h-honey, please what?" It's hard to talk to him as Sej pounds into you, but you make do, making sure to tug at Sej's curls when he starts hitting the right spot.

"I n-need to cum so bad, please," he whimpers, his hips still moving on their own accord. That's when you see the shine of a few tears on his cheek. "Are you crying?"

He whimpers again and nods his head, closing his eyes. You laugh. A full-on laugh and Sej smiles into your neck. "Oh, my poor, honey. You can't cum."

Coryo starts to plead with you, "N-No no...I need to cum, baby, please...I need it so bad, you don't understand..."

But you shush him, "Be quiet, Sej's gonna make me cum."

You feel Sej groan, as his pace begins to falter and you feel his arms push under you, holding you so close to his body as he spills himself inside of you. You squeeze around him as your own release washes over you, your moans higher than before and you pull on his hair. Sej keeps thrusting into you as you both ride out your orgasms he leaves wet open-mouthed kisses from your shoulder, up your neck to your cheek.

He gives you a lazy smile when your eyes meet and you return it, ruffling his hair. You're lost in a daze with your lover until you hear a choked-out sob from the other end of the room.

Sej pulls away from you, his cock slipping out of you and you're met with the sight of Coryo.

His chest is heaving, his forehead sweaty and his cheeks wet as his eyes glow bluer from the tears still pricking at them.

His tummy is coated in his release, some of it still dripping down his cock and onto his balls. His dick is hardening again as soon as you make eye contact with him, crawling to the edge of the bed and standing up and Sej's release starts to drip down your thigh.

Coryo sniffs, looking up at you as you stand in front of him, "please," he whispers, his lip quivering. You run your hand through his sweaty curls and he moans at the touch alone. "I told you that you couldn't cum, honey."

"I-I know, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I couldn't stop it, I tried so h-hard. Please, believe me, I tried so hard," he rushes out his words, as a tear falls from his eye.

You look down at the cum pooling on his tummy and your chair, then look back into his eyes, "you look so pathetic, honey."

Coryo's jaw clenches and he holds in whatever noise he is about to make. "Actually, you don't look pathetic, you are pathetic." His cock throbs against him at your words and Sej chuckles from his spot on the bed.

Coryo sends him a glare and you quickly kneel onto the chair, your knees on either side of his thighs and you hold yourself above his lap.

"Don't look at my baby that way, he took his punishment." This time Coryo does let himself scoff and roll his eyes, "What punishment? Not being able to k-kiss you? How is this fair?"

His tone comes off harsh but the way he sniffles after it and the way another tear falls from his eyes has you smirking. "You needed to learn, honey. And I'm not done with you." His eyes close at that, his brow creasing, trying to think of what else you could possibly do to him.

You ghost your fingers on his cock before holding it and Coryo's hips buck up. You let him, his tip, leaking already, just shy of prodding at your entrance. "If you want to fuck me, you gotta do it yourself," you taunt, biting on your bottom lip as you lower down just a little so he can easily fuck up into you.

He stares wide-eyed and sees Sej shaking his head in amusement. You cock your head to the side, "well? Are you gonna do it, honey? It's what you wanted, right?"

Coryo whimpers, still sniffly, and nods, pushing his hips up, his cock sliding into you with ease. He's so loud, letting out strained whines and sobs, his cock so fucking sensitive and needing to release again.

He applauds your own self-control as you stay still for him, moaning when he's able fuck up deep into you. But Coryo didn't take into consideration how tiring this would be. With his hands still tied, his leg and hip muscles began to strain, already exhausted from his first orgasm. "My pretty boy, maybe if you hadn't finished before, I'd help you," you coo at him, your hands so close to touching him, but you keep them on the chair.

You don't give in at all and Coryo lets out a frustrated groan, his bottom lip between his teeth as he desperately tries to thrust his dick up into you but he can't find a decent rhythm.

"y-you're so fucking mean," he sobs, and you almost take pity on the way he's starting to cry more.

You ignore his words though, watching him with admiration as he tries to fuck you. Even though the stimulation is weak, you do eventually feel his cock twitch, and his tummy tightens, but before he can even release you lift your hips up.

"f-fuck! B-baby?" His cries were tempting still, but you were determined. You kiss his cheek, the salty taste of his tears on your lips, then move your mouth to his ear.

"If I find out you've made yourself cum over the next four days, I will do this again, maybe even meaner. I won't even let you be in the same room as me and Sej when he fucks me better than you probably can. And you and your pathetic cock can be alone and untouched for even longer. Do you understand me, honey?" You tangle your fingers in his hair and turn his head to look at you.

His eyes are glazed over, lips parted and he nods, "y-yes." You could almost feel Sej's proud look at how well you've taken control.

"good boy," you whisper and give him a gentle kiss on the lips, realizing just how much you missed kissing Coryo.

let's chat about coryo, sej, or both, here :)

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itsmealaiahh · 3 months ago

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"Wrong timing"

A bill kaulitz x fem! reader one shot

TW: drinking, many mentions of alcohol (of-age drinking), clubbing, profanity, angst. drunk actions, p in v sex, soft, makeup sex, protected sex (👍 be safe my friends), dirty talk, clit stimulation

Request by anon: 2018 Bill x female reader (smut) Bill.and yn have been together for a couple of years he never was that jealous except for one night. Yn goes out for a girls night and it's quite late so Bill text's her asking when she'll be home since he's worried, yn doesn't answer so after a while he checks yn's best friend stories, he sees her kissing another guy , (she was a bit drunk she never drinks usually and thought it was Bill, forgetting he was at home) so Bill drives insanely fast at the club she's in, he doesn't throw a tantrum so she doesn't see him at first, he quickly takes her by her hand driving back home , he's mad but acts cold . Home he'll of course want answers but yn seems to be distacted by how hot he is asking why she did what she did , so everything takes a steamy turn.

Rating: explicit topics ahead, dni if your under 15!! please and thank you

Word Count: 2.1k

Drinking and partying wasn't exactly your thing, but when your friends had called asking to go out, of course you accepted. Who were you to turn your friends down?

"You know what, I really needed this!" you exclaim to one of your friends, taking another sip of your drink, a wide smile on your face. Truth was, you really did. You hadn't been able to get out of the house much this week, work was hard and when you got home, all you wanted to do was fall asleep, so a girls night out on the town was much needed.

You finally felt relaxed from the long week, just being able to party with friends and drink was a perfect way to wind down from the stress and exhaustion you had endured. Again, you grabbed your martini, taking one more sip, feeling the alcohol kicking in, making you wobble just a bit. You put the glass back down and kept on dancing, the smile still on your face.

"i'm gonna go to the bathroom!" you shouted to one of your friends, hoping they heard you, before walking off and attempting to find the restrooms. You made your way through the sea of people dancing, eventually reaching the restroom. Taking a minute to calm down and stop sweating, you stayed by the sink, wiping your face with a paper towel and then stepped back out, ready to go back to dancing.

While you were dancing, a man stepped behind you, grabbing onto your hips and beginning to dance with you, your bodies moving together. In your drunken haze, you thought it was bill, and you smiled with joy, turning around and giving the man a kiss right on the lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss, his own hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. You moaned into his mouth, and broke away. When you did, you opened your eyes, and saw that the man wasn't bill.

You gasped, stumbling backwards in shock, realizing what you had just done. You had made out with a complete stranger. In the corner of your eye, your friend had her phone out, looking like she was photographing the entire moment. The feeling of being drunk was now gone, it felt like you were fully sober and panic set in immediately. What was bill even going to think of this? of you? Would he break up with you?

You pushed the man and your friend away, going to try and find a couch to sit on and try to calm your racing heart down. Tears pricked at your eyes, and all you could do was worry. Immense guilt coursed through you, wondering what was even going to happen once you got home.

Bill sat at home, watching tv and waiting for you to get back, scrolling through instagram reels, trying to pass the time. He went to check your story again, nothing. He was getting increasingly worried about you, wondering if something happened to you at the club. He should've never let you go out, he thought to himself while imagining all the horrible things that could've or could be happening right now while he was at home just lounging around.

He saw your friend had posted something on her story, and when he clicked on it, a wave of emotions crossed him. Anger, hurt, sadness, and most of all jealousy. There you were, your hands wrapped around some douchebag's body, his tongue practically down your throat as you both shared an intense kiss, from what it looked like. He fumed, going to his messages and texting you, his heart beating madly in anger.

He sent the text, and grabbed his keys, making his way to his car. He was furious. What the fuck were you even doing? His mind raced with hurtful scenarios, his brain thinking of all sorts of things he only wished were not true. You could be fucking this guy right now, he could've taken you home with him, or you could be hurt. He hated all of them, and he hoped you were okay. He sped his way to the club, parking his car and making his way inside, huffing. He searched around the place, desperate to find you, when he saw you on one of the couches, looking like you were freaking out, which you should've been.

He made his way over to you, standing in front of the chair and waiting for you to look up. "b-bill?" You asked hesitantly, hoping this time it was actually Bill and not some rando guy. You looked up, and it was him. "Oh god, you have no idea how grateful i am to see yo-" "save it" he cut you off, his tone cold and unforgiving. "We're going home, now" He said, taking your hand and leading you out of the busy club, the cold air hitting you harshly.

He brought you to the car, going around to his side and starting the engine, waiting for you to get in. He was silent, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white from the pressure. As he drove, he didn't say anything, leaving you to sit in your own guilt, thinking about your actions. You were never drinking again, that was for sure. You tried to apologize multiple times, but he wasn't having it. How could you do that to him? He was always loyal to you, and he tried his best to make you happy, even when he wasn't feeling that great on some days. Getting home was worse. He didn't wait for you, he simply turned off the ignition and walked inside, seemingly forgetting about you which made tears prick at your eyes once more.

You felt horrible for doing this to him. You sulked inside, resisting the urge to run into his arms and sob, but you knew he would push you away if you did. You opened the door, seeing him on the couch, and he didn't spare you a single glance. You walked over to him, taking a seat beside him, ready to explain yourself to him. "you know how much that hurt me? to see you kissing some other man knowing that I love you?" he whispers, his voice full of hurt and pain, and you hate yourself knowing you caused this. "i-i'm sorry bill. I had a few drinks and he just approached me and i-" your voice broke, and a few tears slipped from your eyes.

"i'm so sorry that I hurt you" you sniffle, looking down. "i hate myself for doing that to you, you've always been so perfect to me" you cry, your tone shaky and upset. "I honestly thought he was you, i was just drunk, and when he pulled away, i saw that it wasn't and I couldn't believe myself" You put your head in your hands, wetness filling your palms. You felt arms wrapping around you, pulling you close, and you begin to cry even more.

"So you were drunk and you thought it was me there, and you kissed him?" He asked, trying to figure out what had actually happened. "I'm so sorry" you sob, burying your head into his chest. "You need to prove to me you are sorry. Words are meaningless compared to actions, so what actions do you think you need to do to say you're truly sorry?" Your cheeks flushed at this, and the sadness was quickly buried with embarrassment. "I-i could ride you" you said, stumbling on the words. "That's a start, what else do you think you could do to apologize to me?" "I could, uh, give you a handjob?" "Is that a question, or an answer?

"An answer" you said, a bit more sure now. "Good girl. Is that all you can think of?" "Y-yes" When you gave your answer, he walked you upstairs to your bedroom, standing at the foot of the bed. "Strip" He commanded, and you did as he told. You wanted him to forgive you, so you were ready to do whatever he said.

You stripped from your dress, and then your underwear, waiting for him to speak. He got onto the bed, taking off his shirt which revealed his tattoos, and then his pants, and finally his boxers. He grabbed a condom from the table beside the bed, sliding it onto his length. He gave himself a few quick pumps, all while you watched and waited to be told what to do.

"Get on my lap" He finally spoke, and you did just that. Once properly seated, you slowly slid his cock into you, moaning at the sensation. You took more inside of you, inch by inch, until his balls were seated right under your ass, and then you began to bounce on him. You rolled your hips back and forth, putting your hands on his chest as you rode him.

"You smell like that guy" He said, his nose wrinkling in disgust. He brought your head down, making you kiss him, his hand on the back of your neck. It was a quick kiss, and it was over just as quickly as it started. "Taste like him too" "Then make me taste like you if you hate his scent so much" you whimpered out, clawing at the skin of his chest, his tip consistently running over and over your spot, and you threw your head back in pleasure, going faster and speeding up your pace. "I will" He growled, shoving you down onto his lips, engulfing your own in a heated kiss. Your tongue gave way to his, and you let it explore around, still trying to slide up and down on him.

His hands made their way down your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine, trailing down on your skin until they reached your ass, firmly grabbing it and helping you ride him. You gasped into his mouth, whining his name against his lips, your hips continuously slamming down onto his length which only made your moans louder, and bill swallowed every single one, never once breaking the kiss. "he cupped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You're mine, you got that?" He growled, his eyes dark with possession. "And I don't share" You didn't say anything back, it's not like you could've anyway. His dick was hitting all the right spots, and you couldn't speak for shit.

He didn't stop in his actions, gripping your ass so tightly you were sure that there was going to be handprint marks the next day. You gripped his hair, running your hands through it, the black locks in between your fingers as you clung to him. Bill groaned with pleasure, his head falling back onto the pillows. He removed his hands from your body, putting them behind his head as he watched you struggle to move up and down, a small grin on his lips.

As you were trying to get the pace back you had before, your hands going back to his chest, scraping the skin harshly. "That's a good girl. Keep on going, i know you can" You managed a weak nod, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge. His balls slapped softly against your ass, the room filled with all sorts of noises of pure, unadulterated bliss.

"oh god, oh god" You cried out, your walls squeezing him tightly, getting achingly close to your orgasm. "you gonna come on me baby?" you nodded again, your face contorting as you spilled onto his cock, throwing your head back and almost screaming his name. "You did so good" He whispered. You continued to roll your hips back and forth, riding out your high and helping him get to his. "shit" he whispered, his cock twitching inside of you, and he came into the condom with a loud groan, and got off of him, your heart racing and your features sheened with sweat. You laid next to him, your hands reaching down and taking off the condom, tying a knot in it before tossing it to the side.

"am i forgiven?" you asked, trailing a hand down his chest. If you weren't, a handjob would make sure you were. "mhm" he whispered huskily, leaning in to kiss you. "and you learned your lesson?" "i did" you giggle.

"good girl"

hehehehe thank you anon for the request!! :333

hope you enjoyed and sorry if the end is shit 🤪👍

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 6 months ago

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Hellooo may I ask if you plan to continue the kny cats series?

KNY Kitties | 4

Sooner than the quadruple had liked your friend had returned and was eager to take her cats home

And while the sad mews from the kittens broke your heart it was nice to see the Magenta and Waterbug reclaim their role as guardians

Once again alternating between following you around the house and watching the kittens

While you’d like to say all was back to normal it was not

The blonde Turkish angora with rainbow eyes seemed to be finding himself at your place more often

With a new friend named Snowflake

Turns out your friend who owned him did return from her trip

But she had fallen in love with the idea of traveling and had convinced her boyfriend to do the same

Which meant you were left to take care of both of their cats for the foreseeable future

As disappointing as that was having the new short hair around helped balance everyone out

Keeping the mischievous Angora busy

Otherwise, life was good

You were hanging out even longer with your new landlord

And cracking down on the only cat that seems to be escaping from your home:

“Okay, my babies! I’ll see you all in a bit I just have to make a quick run! Behave please!”

The sound of your voice suddenly disappearing behind the door caught everybody off guard. As far as they were concerned you were just getting a snack in the kitchen, you’d said so after getting up from cuddling with Magenta. The kittens who had previously tried to fall asleep beside Giyuu immediately snapped awake to go to the door to mew sadly. As though their crying would bring you back they held their little protest for a few minutes, deciding to sit by the door to wait. Giyuu figured he’d check on them before speaking to Muzan who was taking this opportunity to rub himself all over your clothes.

“Oi Muzan. Aren’t you stretching yourself too thin?//”

Without looking up the former demon king only intensified his scent smothering.

“How so?//”

“All week you’ve been jumping between being a cat and the ‘landlord’s son.’ Is there no stress on your body to be switching so often?//”

“No, I’m as infallible as I was in the past.//”

Giyuu hides the distasteful flicking of his tail at the prideful assumption. He didn’t really care if Muzan was caught, he was only worried about the rest of them transforming. If that time were to come.

“Ne ne Akaza-chan! Who do you think will be transforming next?”

The striped short hair groaned trying to slink away from Doma as they entered the bedroom. Giyuu’s ears twitched as he made his move to stay on the bed. Better to stay out of their way but still watch the Uppermoons.

“For all you know, it could be me!”

“Please we’d all be in trouble if it’s you.”

“Why wouldn’t you like it if we all go and live with our Master?”

Muzan perked up from the folded clothes to do his best to glare at his subordinates continuing to make biscuits on them.

“I wouldn’t let you live with me.”

“What?! Master why?!”

“(Y/n) would get the wrong idea about me and I will not have you disrupting my relationship with them.”

“How mean! Would you say the same with Akaza?”

“....No.”

“Whhyyyy?!”

Giyuu refused to say anymore jumping off the bed to the front door. He planned to check on the quiet kittens rather than listen to the useless drivel that was this conversation. He hoped none of it would be considered true. But if this was going off of physical prowess from their past lives that would be a likely scenario rather than Tanjiro. Giyuu was disappointed to see that Tanjiro hadn’t had the same changes he noticed Muzan was having before he first transformed.

When he finally entered the kitchen and doorway of the house he found the kittens precariously stacked on each other while standing on the counter, attempting to grab some treats. Recently you’ve been trying to teach the kittens some commands and tricks. Unfortunately for you, the kittens were smart enough to wish they could have those treats all the time.

“Tanjiro, Nezuko, Rui! What are you all doing?//”

A series of ‘uh oh’ and hushed whispers told him all he needed to know. Easily he hopped up on the counter to safely break up the little stack they had going on. They proceeded to whine and complain as he sent a scathing look to all of them–specifically at Tanjiro.

“Tanjiro what is this? I would’ve expected more from you.”

“It’s just that they were both hungry and they were crying–”

“That’s no reason to do this. If you’re so hungry you’ll wait until (Y/n) gets home.”

“But–”

“No, buts. Off the counter.”

But of course, as the kittens begin to slink away preparing for the drop-down, Muzan intervenes.

“What seems to be the problem.”

Giyuu prepares to speak only to be beaten by Rui. Who proudly tattles as though Giyuu was in the wrong.

“The old man says we can’t eat even though we’re hungry!”

“--Hey!”

Muzan probably already aware of the true situation coyly sits at the bottom of the counter.

“Well, that’s not right then.”

With a smooth snapping of bones, the human form of Muzan stood tall and more than able to reach for the treats. The kittens cheered letting out happy mews as he opened the bag and began leaving some food out. Giyuu groaned in the only way a cat can.

It is then his dark blues spot the small device above the refrigerator.

“Mu—!//”

Before he could get it out the door swung open. It is then that Muzan turns completely naked to look horrified at the main doorway where you had your phone’s light flashing with a picture and your jaw hanging open.

“OH MY G–”

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your-nanas-house · 6 months ago

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Big Daddy Elvis

◇ Pairing: Big Daddy!Elvis Presley X girlfriend!Reader

◇ Warnings: fat tummy worship, smut, handjob, insecure E, hairy body (?), established relationships, age gap (they are both off age), love, glimpse of silly Elvis

◇ Summary: Elvis wants to be intimate with his girlfriend since it's been forever since their last time.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

His blue eyes kept moving from a part of his body to another as he stood bare in front of the mirror of the huge bathroom. He used to weight less, be less shamed of his own body and even more active in the bedroom.

It wasn't like he didn't have any woman, damn... on contrary, he still had plenty of them swirling around him like moths attracted to the light of a lamp.... But he didn't loved himself like he should had.

"Honey? Is everything okay in there?" The voice of his latest flame broke his trail of thoughts, making his heart beat faster in slight panic and shame

"Y-y-yeah, Satnin'..." his low voice cracked as soon as he replied, making him curse under his breath while rushing to grab something to cover himself up.

A gentle knock and Y/n's muffled voice made itself hear from the wooden door again

"You don't sound okay, love. Can I come in?" She asked weakly not wanting to upset him or scare him for some unknown reason.

The young woman had sadly noticed Elvis' mood in the past days and she didn't want to add more stress on his shoulders, she loved him too much that even the thought hurt her.

"No, wait for daddy on the bed, little one" Elvis asked harsher than he intended, his shaky hands moving under the water of the sink in an attempt to calm himself and refresh his face.

It's been too long since he made love to Y/n, he honestly couldn't wait anymore... he needed to swallow his discomfort caused by his changing body and seduce her as only he could do.

It took him longer than expected to finally find the courage to walk out of the hotel bathroom and step in their bedroom, where the young woman was hopefully still waiting for him.

"There you are, E. You feeling allright?" Y/n asked softly not looking up, too busy fixing the food she got them and check if everything was there on the cart.

His careful steps and the soft noises caused by his robe dragging on the floor made her looked up bit worried since she received no answer from the older man.

His hair were wet, plastered on his forehead and bit messy since he probably ran his hand through it. He was trying to keep a poker face on but his beautiful eyes clearly showed the discomfort and sadness that he was feeling.

Y/n gifted him a small smile, pretending she couldn't read through him, as he started to breath heavier, his hands grabbing into something to keep them from shaking as his chest rose up and down. He couldn't back away now... not when she was all dolled up for him.

"Love that lil' dress on you, Satnin'... makes me feel things every time you put it on for me" he murmured lowly, his accent getting thicker just like she liked it; there was still insecurity behind his sweet blue eyes but it slowly faded away as soon as he saw her surprised and flattered reaction at his comment.

"Y-y-ya know.. I-I just need a glimpse at that pretty face of yours... and I'm already all fired up—" he continued, gathering enough confidence to step closer to her and brush his big hands on her arms so to slowly remove her robe.

His cold rings made her shiver just as much as his intense lustfull gaze; it all happened in such little time but the young woman's body was already reacting at him like usual.

His hands wandered all over her, resting one back up on the back of her neck so that he could tilt her head as he liked before moving to the next step.

"So y-you know how you always say that you like... love my belly?" He corrected himself, his voice coming out weaker than he intended and his grip got bit tighter as he squeezed softly her nape.... not daring to take a glimpse at his fat tummy.

Damn, he needed to distract himself or he wouldn't be able to act like he had planned.

A slight pull and his lips were now on her warm neck, leaving wet kisses on her vulnerable throat and feeling her heartbeat which boosted a bit his ego since it was increasing due to the arousal

"Remember... what you like to do when we lay together on our bed..?" Elvis whispered, brushing his nose against her ear to inhale her scent, which never missed to turn him on. Her locks tickled his face, making him smile softly as past memories of their after sex came back to his mind.

As his hands started to roam and rub her flesh, taking a hold of it to knead with passion and lust, he allowed her to slowly unzip his tracksuit and reveal his chest covered by thick dark blonde hair, lower his fat tummy was peppered with softer ones which got thicker right under his belly button and disappeared in the waistband of his pants.

"You like... to squeeze it, hm...?" His voice got lower and raspier, his heartbeat quickened and his skillful but shaky fingers removed carefully her last pieces of clothing so that she was bare in front of his towering form

"...And then you like to... kiss it, right..?" Elvis continued earning a lustful moan from the younger woman, who was getting worked up by the mere view of his naked torso plus his voice and light touch.

The King was not different, he was getting more and more riled up at the reactions of his girl.

Lust was slowly eating him up, making him almost act as an animal in heath if it wasn't for the warm feeling of affection caused by her love filled gaze.

"A-And then... y-you like to... gently bite it, right..?" The statement came out more as a whimper followed by a shaky breath, since her well groomed hands reached for his sensitive skin... playing teasingly with his chest hair while gradually moving lower

"All over" she purred with a sensual smile, her soft lipstick stained lips brushing against his warm skin, leaving open mouth kisses till down to his waistband.

As the young woman kept getting lower, Elvis couldn't hold back anymore the satisfied smile as he spoke back in a half-raspy, half-normal voice.

His finger twitched slightly at the strong need to just push her pretty face where he needed her the most, so that he could receive some well deserved friction

"Oh, yes... yes, all over... baby" he hummed, allowing a low groan to escape him when Y/n lowered carefully his sweatpants, letting them fall down his thick hairy thighs to his ankles, thus freeing its length.

Her soft huff right on his warm skin made him twitch, his half-hard cock swinged free now that it wasn't held by his pants anymore... since he didn't put any underwear.

Y/n was about to grumble something, since his dick nearly slapped her across the face when she took care of his pants, but she quickly stopped as soon as she heard Elvis' contagious and hearthy laugh.

A small smile appeared on her face and she looked up, biting her bottom lip due to the perfect view she had now on her kneeled position. The young woman was close enough to be able to see perfectly the roundness of her boyfriend’s tummy and his blue gorgeous eyes tightly shut in anticipation.

The mood from amused and playful quickly switched back to one filled with need and desperation to feel any kind of touch.

"You're so beautiful, love" Y/n whispered softly against his flesh, gently nibbling at his belly while her hands finally got to work, pumping a couple of times his cock before moving his foreskin and reveal his pinkish tip which was already leaking of pre-cum.

It didn't happen often that Elvis allowed her to worship him, expecially after the weight gain, so she didn't waste any time partially in fear for him to back away... or even shy away from her.

"So, so, so fucking sexy" she moaned out the loved filled praise, letting his big hand grab her nape again and press her eager mouth more into his fat while never stopping to work on his cock after spitting on her hand to use it as lube.

Her right hand started to rub his tip as her other hand worked his length from the base till she saw his body tense after some minutes.

His groans and praises got louder and his hips bucked forward to make her fist hit harder his base as she tightened her grip a bit around his lenght. His breath got quicker and he finally allowed himself to take a look at his girl, admiring with a soft blush on his cheeks how she shamelessly nearly made out with his belly while never stopping to pleasure him till he finally released.

It didn't stop there, though, her hands worked on his softening cock slowly as to not overstimulate him but to guide him through the orgasm and her mouth kept kissing, licking and worshiping his belly as if there wasn't a tomorrow, not really caring about the dripping seed and the messiness of the act.

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queenofmoons67 · 24 days ago

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Star of the General: A Warriors Fic (1/?)

Summary:

One minute, Link is fighting a wizzrobe, and the next, he has four hooves and a mane. When Impa comes looking for him, all she finds is the stallion he’s been turned into. A year later, Zelda gifts Link to eight strangers as one of the best warhorses in Hyrule’s stables, with her hope and blessing that he’ll keep them safe. Link will do his best, even if they do all think he’s just a horse.

Notes: Showing my horse girl era with this fic. Thank you so much to @tenderleavesbob, whose many horse / unicorn Warriors fics inspired this story. I also have to tip my imaginary hat to @tashacee and @a-manicured-lawn for the base idea of how the Chain would react to a Link dying before they could meet.

Link tosses his head as a royal groom leads him from the stables. His hooves sink into the dirt pathway—still muddy from rain that ended only hours before—and he lifts his knees higher to avoid the grime.

The groom laughs and nudges Link’s withers with his shoulder. “Are you prancing for the Queen already, Hoshi?”

Link snorts. A year into his transformation from Hylian to horse, the new name no longer bothers him.

It had been strange at first, of course, but as he adjusted to four legs and being treated like any another animal, “Hoshi” had become just one more title: Link, Captain, Hero.

Hoshi.

It’s easier to accept his whole situation now. When he first woke up as a horse a day after a wizzrobe got the better of him, Link fought everything.

He fought the empty field he woke up in, tearing at the grass like the wizzrobe might pop up and undo the curse.

He fought his own bag, the only sign Link had ever been in the field in the first place, till a red potion tumbled out of it. A single stomp of his new hooves broke the glass bottle and splattered him with the healing liquid, but he hadn’t transformed back.

He even fought Impa when she rode onto the scene. The general was the one who had pressed a vacation on Link, the entire reason he had taken off to the countryside and run into a stray pack of wizzrobes in the first place.

By the time Impa showed up, Link had missed his return date because he was too busy learning how to maneuver in his new body and trying to turn himself Hylian again. Upon seeing his old friend, Link stomped his own bag to death again in an attempt to make her see the truth, bucked and reared under the lasso she settled around his neck, and finally settled, trembling, under the firm hand and cool cloth she patted down his neck.

Link knows from Impa and Zelda’s words that they see him as a clue to his own disappearance, but they’ve never considered that Hoshi could be Link. None of his attempts to reveal his identity worked.

Not that Link has tried recently. If Impa and Zelda didn’t figure it out when the clues were fresh, he doubts they’ll figure it out now. They don’t visit him in the stables as much as they used to, and they no longer appear frazzled or rushed.

Instead, they look sad.

They’ve given up hope, and Link knows it won’t be long before they move on. It’s easier if he moves on first.

It’s not terrible being a horse, either. No stressful decisions to make, no one expecting an animal to be worth fighting a war for. He still has purpose, as Impa assigned him to be trained as a warhorse and Zelda commissioned armor for him.

The same armor, in fact, that Link wears now.

Over his royal blue saddle pad, leather squares embellished with silver make up the bagai* that covers Link’s chest, back, and haunches. Blue and silver tassels dangle from the bridle and saddle.

His face is protected by a bamen*, molded leather hugging him from the base of his ears all the way down to his muzzle. The bamen leaves no doubt that he is a royal warhorse: The leather has been dyed blue, silver inlay gleams from the triforce carved over the forehead, and great dragon horns jut into the air next to his ears.

Link is used to wearing the armor for training, but this is the first time the grooms have put his mane and tail in war braids: Short, button braids line the top of his neck, and tight braids at the base of his tail keep it out of the way of his armor.

Knowing now that he’s being led to Zelda, Link snorts, tosses his head, and dances to the side, making the groom swear and tighten his grip on the reins.

“Calm down, Hoshi! It’s ok, it’s ok.”

Link side-eyes him. Can the groom actually promise that? Link has been trained as a warhorse, and now he is dressed as one and being led to his queen.

There was no war looming when Link became a horse, but a year has passed since then. It’s entirely possible Hyrule’s circumstances have changed.

Link doesn’t have time to worry anymore, though, as he follows the groom through a stone archway and into a small courtyard.

Zelda, Impa, and a party of eight men await them.

Link’s attention is drawn at first to the strangers, but then Zelda walks toward him with the long, quick strides she perfected during the war, the picture of a queen who can’t be seen as hurrying anywhere. The wind stirs her skirts and brushes air salty with the scent of recent tears around the courtyard.

Link noses at Zelda when she reaches him, lipping at her hair in the way he’s learned makes her laugh, but she sets a hand to his cheek and turns his mouth away. With her other hand, she takes his reins from the groom and leads him to the strangers.

The salt smell is stronger around them. Not because Zelda hasn’t cried recently, but because they have all cried recently.

Link stiffens his knees and resolutely continues to follow Zelda. Whatever his queen has planned for him, whatever has happened to cause so many tears, no matter his form, Link is still Hyrule’s Hero. He will face what comes with courage.

Zelda pulls Link to a stop less than a meter away from the huddle of strangers. Even this close, some are hidden behind the others, but he can see that most of them are teenagers or men around his own age. Only one is far older.

“Heroes,” she says. “This is Shogun no Hoshi.”

The Star of the General. When Impa returned from looking for Link with only a horse in tow, the court insisted that Zelda declare him dead. She agreed, but only with the condition that Impa be allowed to continue her search and that Link be honored with a posthumous promotion from captain to general.

You’re his star, Zelda whispered into his mane that night. If anything will lead me to him, you will.

But Link never managed it. Now, he may as well be named after the white-gold coloring of his coat and the diamond-shaped patch of white on his forehead.

“Hoshi is the best horse we have,” Zelda continues, “and I pray that he is able to protect you as I know General Link would have.”

The eight strangers bow to Zelda in thanks, and then the one with a wolf pelt on his back takes Link’s reins.

When the strangers walk away, Link follows them, but his ears are twisted back and waiting for Zelda to call his name.

He’s been surprised by a lot of things in his life and learned to expect the unexpected.

Even so, he never expected Zelda to give him away. He never thought he would have to part with his queen.

The reins tug on the bit in his mouth, harder than before, and Link realizes he’s come to a stop at the same time the wolf pelt man does. The stranger turns back to him, expression soft, and rubs a hand across Link’s neck.

“You’re ok,” he soothes. “My name’s Link, but you can call me Twilight.”

What.

“These other guys are all Link, too, so we use nicknames. I’ll introduce them to you soon.”

No, really: What?

Link nips at Twilight’s wolf pelt, demanding answers, but the man just smiles and leads him on again.

Twilight’s smile is small, barely there even though his eyes have laugh lines already, and Link abruptly remembers the lingering tear scent.

“They’re mourning,” a new voice says.

One of the grooms hands the reins of a large, brown-haired draft horse to the stranger with blonde hair as long as Link’s tail, but the horse has her eyes on Link.

“Yesterday, they learned that the brother they expected to meet has already died.” Her eyes squint at him. “Or did he?”

The draft horse’s name is Epona, and over the next hour of walking, she tells Link all that she knows: How each of the eight strangers are named Link and are Heroes of their own times, how Hylia started bringing them together a few months ago to fight a Shadow, and how portals summon them to different places across the timeline.

She tells him how excited Time and Wind were when they recognized this Castle Town and how excited the other Links became when they learned of a new brother.

Brother, because they see each other as family.

Link has failed this new family before he even knew they existed.

But the names Time and Wind prick his interest, and he shelves his guilt to ask, “Did they say how they knew me?”

The look Epona turns on him is knowing. “They knew him during the War of Eras.”

Link has only ever known two other Links, and that is all the information he needs to pick up speed. Twilight doesn’t realize at first, deep in conversation with Wild, Epona’s leader, and Link nearly bowls him over when he surges past.

“Whoa, Hoshi!” Twilight cries.

The reins bite at Link’s mouth, but he ignores the pain. It’s been so long since he saw Mask and Tune. So long since he saw his little brothers.

Laughter echoes around them, different Links teasing Twilight about no longer being the “horse whisperer,” but Link ignores them, too.

Where are they—

A large, armored man steps in Link’s path, his arms outstretched and his tongue clicking a soothing rhythm.

His face bears the same marks as the Fierce Deity mask.

Link digs his hooves into the dirt and slows to a stop right in front of a Mask even older than Link, his younger brother all grown up.

Link nickers and presses into Time’s hands, plastering their bodies together and hugging him the best he can when he’s no longer Hylian.

“Well,” Time says, “I guess he likes me better than you, pup.”

“That—you—!” Twilight splutters as the laughter grows around them again.

Link tunes their words out, for behind Time stands a familiar figure.

Wind is only a year or two older than he was the last time Link saw him. He even still has baby fat on his cheeks, though Link can tell his body has started to get that teenage lankiness to it. He must be eating half the group’s provisions all by himself, Link thinks, and nickers fondly at him.

Wind doesn’t beam, eyes and cheeks red from crying, but he smiles and teases, “Or maybe you’re just in the way, Old Man.”

Wind steps closer and scratches Link under the chin, and Link leans into it and closes his eyes.

Whatever else comes, he’s with his boys. Link will face the Shadow head-on.

* "Bagai" means horse armor in Japanese. "Bamen" is a horse mask, and though I don't use it here, "bagu" is horse tack. To see what kind of armor Warriors / Hoshi wears, google "samurai horse."

Chapter two is already written (soon to be with my beta), and I have a surprise planned, too! If you liked this fic, please reblog and/or comment: It will fuel chapter three!

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dfortrafalgar · 8 months ago

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I'm Losing You

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

Law x Fem Reader

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read these warnings before reading this fic. Genuinely, I implore you. I started writing this fic on a whim a few weeks ago, when I was contemplating my own experiences with reproduction-related health conditions such as the one that will be addressed later on in this story (endometriosis). Reproductive education and health is something that I feel very strongly about, and I feel that topics such as pregnancy complications and loss aren't addressed enough in media for fear that they're too taboo or shocking. Which, to be fair, is true, at least for the shocking aspect. Pregnancy loss is difficult, traumatic, and life-changing, for better or for worse, truly dependent on the person and the world around them.

Now you might be wondering... why would you drag one piece into this? well, i don't know. i felt like it, perhaps. Law is a character who resonates very deeply to me, his character is emotionally complex and layered, and imagining him in a scenario like this one became very interesting to me. Combine that with everything i stated above and taddaa, you get this fic.

this story does and will eventually have a happy ending (a very happy ending!) however it will take a bit to get there. this is a multi-chapter fic that i'm moving from my ao3 to my new blog, and the same warnings there apply here.

if this fic doesn't seem like your cup of tea, i encourage you to check out some of my other fics on my blog. i have a few law/readers that are tooth-rottingly fluffy and much more feel good.

with all that out of the way, thank you for reading.

Chapter 1

[Next]

The air in the room was as stifling as a sauna from the stress and anxiety filling the air. It was so silent, the tiles surrounding the small area blocking any and all noise from outside. The door was closed, caging you in.

You were sitting on the toilet lid, your hands rapidly perspiring and your whole body shivering with nerves. Across from you, your husband had his arms crossed, his head hung low, his heel bouncing off the floor. The tension was unlike anything you had ever experienced, however this had unfortunately become the norm for the past six months.

On the side of the sink sat a long white stick. Neither of you wanted to look at it.

“Do you think it’s ready now…?” you asked, inwardly cringing at how pathetic and weak your wobbly voice sounded.

Law picked his head up, his golden eyes creased in profound concern and worry. “It should be. Five minutes, right?”

“I think so,” you replied. With a trembling hand, you grabbed the stick from the counter. Law watched your every movement with a close eye. With a deep breath, you flipped over the test and gazed at the result window.

A single red line.

After the last failed attempt, you made a joke that you didn’t have any more tears left in you to cry, but clearly that wasn’t the case as fat, salty tears rapidly welled in your eyes and flowed down your cheeks. Law immediately knew what the result was the second your lips twitched downward. His heart sank into his stomach, immediately stepping toward you, grabbing the test from your hand and blindly chucking it into the small garbage can in the corner. He knelt on the floor in front of you to pull you into his chest.

“Damn it…” you whimpered. Your body forced you to take a shuddering inhale before sobbing an anguished, “FUCK!!!!”

Law’s heart broke. He didn’t even know what to say to comfort you anymore. 6 months of failed attempts at conceiving a very wanted baby had caused nothing but pain to both of you. You had both been scientific about the process. All birth control and protection was ceased, and the two of you were religiously tracking your cycle to make sure you would try during your ovulation window, but nothing but failure after failure showed up.

You thought you were broken.

Law thought he was broken.

You wept into his shoulder, your body shuddering with each pained sob that crawled from your sore throat. Law’s hands were frozen around you, firmly gripping your back. You couldn’t see the tears that were forming in the corners of his stern eyes, biting his lip and forcing every muscle in his face to prevent those tears from slipping downward. The last thing you needed was to see him cry, but he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold it in.

“Law…” you whimpered into his shoulder.

Law stayed silent.

“I’m sorry–”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” he quickly retorted, cutting you off. He felt you lurch in his arms. “This isn’t your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault… it’s…”

Now you stayed silent.

Law took his own shallow inhale. “I… don’t know.”

For one of the only times in Law’s life, he was rendered completely incapable of speech. Normally calm and analytical, looking for every possible solution or reason for an issue, he was now left completely helpless to the crashing waves of sheer dejection. As your quivering body clung to him like a lifeline, his entire brain was scrambling for some sense, any logical thought, for the current predicament, but it was starting to become glaringly obvious to both of you.

It was very likely one of you was infertile.

When you finally picked your head up from his shoulder, Law’s previously broken heart fractured into even more irreparable pieces.

Your eyes were puffy, swollen and bloodshot from your tears. Your entire face looked bloated from the force of your crying, and you were clearly flushed. You looked, for lack of a better word, completely miserable. Law helped you stand from the closed toilet seat, keeping your eyes away from the trash can where the negative pregnancy test lay on top of discarded tissues and makeup wipes, to guide you to your shared bedroom. Neither of you had to say a word, you knew he was going to put you into your shared bed and let you get some much-deserved rest after the stressful eternity (10 minutes) you had just endured. It was almost 8:00PM anyway, and regrettably, both of you still had work the following day.

You didn’t fight it when Law eased you down onto the mattress by your shoulders. You kept your eyes pinned closed, not wanting to let your husband see any more of your beaten state. You rolled over onto your side and hid in your pillows. You didn’t hear Law mention that he would join you after cleaning up, and you didn’t notice the overhead light dimming. You simply begged for sleep to take you quickly and painlessly.

When Law finally returned after washing his face, he gazed dejectedly at your weary form. Finally asleep, fortunately, but your cheeks were glossy with fresh tears. The man carefully crawled into bed behind you, carefully pulling your body into his. He wished more than anything that he could make your pain go away. He ran through the many years you had been together, and struggled to find a time where your sorrow was as profound as it was this evening. His mind was constantly at war- his analytical, doctor side beginning to list specific reasons why this could be happening, and his sincere, passionate, loving husband side breaking apart reflecting over the sound of your sobs.

It could have been either of you. But it also could’ve been both of you. The thought was enough to finally force the tears in Law’s eyes to break free and travel down his cheeks. Some of them plotted into your hair.

—

You awoke to the sound of whispering in your hallway outside the bedroom. The blinds covering the window above the bed you shared with Law were pulled shut, but the sunlight still beamed through them leaving patterns on the walls and floor. The side Law slept on was empty and freshly made. No surprise, he left for work early in the morning after all. You slowly sat up in bed, your head pounding. The events of the previous evening came rushing back to you, but you felt nothing but an empty melancholy, a dark fog that hung over your brain and clouded your vision.

The door to your bedroom slowly opened. You looked up just in time to see a very large, very fluffy cloud with four legs and two beady eyes come sprinting into your room. Its feet ripped across the carpeted floor as It hopped on your bed with a loud huff, immediately snuggling on top of your duvet and leaning into your body for some much needed cuddles.

You mustered a weary laugh, your hands instinctively moving to the back of the dog’s neck to rub his fluffy cheeks from behind, eliciting happy grunts from the large animal. He had his tongue out, a tiny pink blep among the sea of rich white fur.

“Bepo,” you sighed. “You know Law doesn’t like it when you get on the bed.”

“He missed you!” called a voice from the hallway. Spiky red hair appeared in the doorway. “So did we, actually. I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

Shachi had, actually, woken you up, but you didn’t need to tell him that. “No, not at all.” You shook your head. Bepo’s tail was wagging in your face, causing you to sputter out small strands of loose fur from your mouth. The red-head entered your bedroom, leaving the door open. The smell of French toast instantly wafted into the space, making your mouth water and your eyes widen. “Is Penguin cooking?”

“Yee-up,” Shachi replied, popping his lips to enunciate the word. “Law invited us over, if you couldn’t tell.” He flashed a smirk. “You got the day off, by the way.”

Your eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. “What?”

“Law called in sick for you,” the man confirmed.

You frantically reached for the night stand and grabbed your phone, tapping the screen to illuminate it. It was almost 10:00AM, and sure enough, your alarm had been turned off. Three texts from Law sat waiting on your screen, as well as two texts from your coworkers.

Baby~~<3

Sorry, I broke into your phone to turn your alarm off. You get to sleep in today, I called you out sick. I didn’t tell them anything, just that you weren’t feeling good.

Baby~~<3

Shachi and Penguin might be there when you wake up. I did tell them a little about what happened, just so they know to give you space if you need it.

Baby~~<3

Call me if you need anything at all, I love you.

Ika-chan

I heard you called in sick today!!! I hope you’re alright, let me know if you need anything!

Nami Swan

How r u feeling? If u caut the flu u can blame Usopp :P

You smiled, your heart beating in your chest. “You guys are too much sometimes.”

Shachi proudly rested his clenched fist over his sternum as a display of pride. “Nothing is ever enough for your best friend!” The sight made you chuckle.

You were caught off guard by Penguin entering with a much larger platter of food than you ever expected. He excitedly approached your bedside with a wide grin, marveling at his own work. A bowl of mixed fruits, a plate of French toast drizzled with maple syrup and dollopped with a swirl of whipped cream, a small portion of sausage on the side, and a single unopened bottle of apple juice. You graciously accepted the spread, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t completely befuddled.

“You guys know I’m not actually sick, right?” you asked, glancing at your husband’s best friends with concern. You shooed Bepo away from getting too close to the sausage.

“We know,” Penguin clarified. “We can treat you to a nice breakfast even when you’re not sick, though!”

You smiled, forcing down the lump that formed in your throat. “Thank you guys, I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I know what you’d do,” Shachi stated. “You’d eat your breakfast and savor every bite!” He stood up from your bed and clapped his hands twice, beckoning Bepo off of the bed and over to his side. “We’ll take Bepo for a walk around the neighborhood! Take some time for yourself!” The two men left with your dog in tow, leaving you to stare in awe at the spread of food.

Your mind was reeling. Law’s text informed you that he had given his two friends a brief summary of what had happened, but you didn’t really mind. If anything, it brought you some comfort to know that you and your husband’s two closest friends understood the predicament you were currently in and were more than willing to go out of their way to support you. You also couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Law calling you out sick for the day, putting your passcode into your phone to turn off your alarm, and making sure his friends would be there for you when you woke up. You were beyond grateful for such an incredible support system, but just to be on the safe side…

You grabbed your phone once more, opening your text messages with Law.

Good morning baby, thank you for calling me out. Im feeling a bit better, Shachi and Penguin made me breakfast. I hope you didnt give them too much grief ;3; Take care of yourself today, I’ll see you when you get home. I love you!!! <333

With your breakfast completed, you slowly trudged to the bathroom to take a relaxing shower. The sight of your negative pregnancy test filled you with nausea, but you pushed past the feeling and turned on the water.

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nepentheansea · 1 year ago

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What’s Right, is Wrong.

𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ・𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

premise: You wanted it all, and now you are realising that it might not be possible, and you need to tell Anakin.

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader

warnings: angst, smut, p in v, fingering? overstimulation, semi-public smut, sexual themes, etc. I don’t know at this point.

wc: 4.3K

a/n: I read over it like once, so there is that. Also, this is my first time writing for him so if it’s not good, apologies.

It was a mistake, falling for him. You had dedicated your life to the order, years of training and devotion all so that you could help bring balance, and all they asked of you was to remain free of any personal attachments, and you failed. You knew the moment you had met Anakin, with his charm and , that it would always prove difficult to keep to the laws bestowed upon you.

You had spent years with him, growing, learning, training, and after all that time, he wore you down. Leading you to wonder constantly what the things that were so blatantly forbidden to you, would be like, and eventually, you broke as did he, Unable to keep yourself from wanting him, needing him. In the worst possible ways he consumed you, made you weaker than ever before. You couldn’t go on like this, you just couldn’t.

You had no idea what Senator Amidala was saying to you, despite its importance, you had checked out, your mind distant, stuck with the tall handsome Jedi that owned your mind, body, and soul. She hadn’t seemed to notice, and perhaps it was because you found the room to occasionally nod and make other gestures that you were taking in everything that she was saying, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. It was a blessing that she hadn’t sought any responses from you, before she had left, leaving you alone with your thoughts and some surrounding padawans.

If you closed your eyes now you could still feel his fingers, feather-light on your naked skin, body pressed against yours, sweat riddled and tired, but unrelenting, his arms wrapped around you in an attempt to keep you from disappearing from his grasp. The tired, unhurried thrusts as he rocked his hips against your own, helping you to find that state of utter bliss that only he could give you. And then there was the imprint of his plush lips down your neck, spine, sternum. His mark, permanently branded on you.

The chatter of the room had fallen to just above a whisper as Anakin stormed into the room, crossing it in three large strides. His strong hand wrapped around your arm as he pulled you slightly into him.

“May I have a word with you?” he hissed, raising his brows as if to stress urgency over his request. He didn’t seem to care just how many people were surrounding you or even looking at you, nor the person that you had been speaking to at that moment. Whatever was on his mind was clearly more important, and you had the strongest urge that you knew exactly what it was.

You exchanged a quick glance with the padawan you had been talking to before Anakin had pulled you off with him, out of the room and into the desolate hallway out of earshot as he pushed you up against the nearest wall. His tall frame looming over your much smaller one, as he looked down at you, eyes desperately searching yours for the sole reason he sought you out. If this had been a different situation, you could have almost guaranteed that you would have folded right then and there. Staring back at him, you suddenly found it much harder to keep your eyes on his, though they were full of confusion and some well-hidden pain, and you couldn’t fully blame him for it.

“Ani-” you started, finding it harder and harder to find the words to explain to him just why you couldn’t do this anymore. The arrangement, the understanding had simply been ‘try it once, and then we’re done’ and after once, it turned to twice, and so on. Living for the moments that you could shut yourselves away in a dimly lit room, with no prying eyes, completely engulfed in each other. But it became an addiction, lying awake thinking about him and only him.

“Why did you leave?” he cut across you, ignoring the way his name fell from your lips in such a soft and delicate way. He didn’t have the time for your excuses, whether they were logical and well-reasoned or not. He only needed the truth, the unfiltered and undeniable truth. He thought he knew the reason, but he wanted you to look him in the eyes and tell him why, tell him that you didn’t want this anymore, whatever it was, not the fucking note that you left thinking it would be sufficient enough for him. You had never been so wrong about something in your life.

One of his hands was firmly pressed against your abdomen, holding you in place in case you got the sudden urge to run from him like you had done earlier, he couldn’t risk it this time.

“Why?” he prodded, and you felt that shift in energy, something more compelling and urgent. You cast your eyes down, taking a deep bated breath as you tried to search for the words.

“Anakin, we can’t, we can’t do this and you know it. It’s wrong, forbidden-” you explained, gesturing towards the room where you had just come from as if to better help explain your point, but Anakin couldn’t see it, he wouldn’t.

“If it is so wrong then why doesn’t it feel that way? It feels right, beyond right, and I know you know that.” Anakin argued, the vein in his neck growing more prominent, as he clenched his jaw, trying to calm himself. His eyes were fluttering between your own, watching closely for any indication that you understood, agreed with him, his brows creased in determination as his hand moved to caress your hip, gently lifting up your robe just enough for him to make contact with your skin.

He was right about one thing, it had never felt more right than to be with him, consumed by him and everything he did. Every fibre in your body calling for him every waking moment, desperate for his touch, his presence, like if you didn’t get it you would surely go insane. To have your mind plagued by the very thought of him, finding yourself counting down the minute until you could see him again, feel him, taste him. The mere thought of him, a disruption to your existence. It was to the point of total madness, and not a single second of it felt wrong, or like it should be forbidden, and yet it was. That’s what they had told you, that's what you had spent all those years knowing, practicing, preaching.

You had slipped up, catching yourself wanting something that you couldn’t have, like a piece of forbidden fruit that had been dangled in your face, and Anakin had been nothing shy of happy to oblige, only wanting the same thing. You had both failed, getting so caught up in the feeling, the need and want, that you couldn’t stop, couldn’t resist. With every encounter, it became harder to see reason, to see where the true problem lay, and even now, even now you weren’t sure that you knew what the problem was.

You had spent the past few days fighting everything in you, telling you to go on, that nothing had to change or stop, but you couldn’t ignore that little part of you that screamed out that it was wrong.

“Anak-”

“You left me, with a note…A note? Is that really what it means to you, what I mean to you? Is that my worth, y/n?” His voice sounded broken like he was trying to keep it all together. If you reached out to him, you would be able to feel, sense his fear and anticipation. He was scared and confused. He couldn’t lose you, not when he had no reason to, it would tear him apart. It had been cruel of you, but in a split second, a moment of poor judgement, you panicked and did the only thing you could think to do. You left him alone with a simple note, and his thoughts, hoping that by some chance it would suffice. Guilt wracked you as you looked at him, that looming gaze filled with disappointment and betrayal.

“No, I-its just, I knew you would try and stop me, and you can’t, we can’t.”

You could see the rage bubbling inside of him, no matter what you said, did, he wasn’t going to see the problem, because to him it wasn’t a problem. He would instead abandon the Jedi than lose you, to lose what he had with you, and if that's what he had to do then he would, he didn’t care. You meant more to him, this meant more to him than everything else he had grown to know, love.

“What is so wrong about it?” He asked, his teeth clenched, “Nothing that we have done is wrong y/n? Nothing, it has only felt right, addicting..”

“Anakin, have you ever considered that this is the reason it is wrong?” you start, your features hardening under his blunt gaze. “I can’t get you out of my head, I can’t get the feeling of your hands on my body, your skin from skin, your taste from my tongue, and assuredly I cannot get the feeling of you consuming me from my soul. It's permanent! It doesn’t stop, day in and day out you are the only thing I crave. I don’t seem to care about much more, Anakin, not the things that I should care about, and that is where the problem lies. We have a goal, a purpose to serve and I can’t seem to find myself wanting anything to do with it anymore.” You could feel the way your eyes were prickling with emotion, your head reeling trying to make sense of it all, trying to convince yourself that what you were saying, that you needed to stop, was the right thing to do.

Anakin’s hand shifted just slightly, further up your shirt, his thumb soothing your skin with gentle massages, a gentle reminder of the way his hands felt upon your skin.

“And I see nothing wrong with that? There is nothing wrong with that, I-”

“Anakin, no,” you state plainly, seeing his brow twitch and his jaw clench.

His face contorted at your response, finding it harder and harder to make sense of it all. The truth was, he couldn’t, he couldn’t see your reasoning.

“Is that what you really want? Do you want to stop? I want the truth, I want to know what you really want, not what you think you should want. I need for you to tell me.” he explains, praying that you would tell him that you take it back, that you were scared and that was all.

The silence that fell over the pair of you was deafening, consuming both of you. You were holding your breath and you hadn’t even seemed to have noticed it, but he had. He felt drained, watching your eyes search his. There was no hiding the conflict in yours, he could see it, all he needed was for you to be honest with him.

You felt nothing but guilty as you looked at him, knowing the truth was, you didn’t want to stop, but more so that you had to. You had been foolish to think you could have it all, and it was all finally coming down. As you looked at him, his eyes pleading with you to give him the answer that he wanted to hear, you just couldn’t say goodbye to him, not yet. Ignoring every sensible thought that you had, you leaned up against him, brushing your lips against his neck, hesitating for a single moment before kissing his soft skin, clenching your eyes shut as you moved them down the side of his throat.

He couldn’t help but fall into place, hoisting you up into his arms, clumsily pushing you into the nearest empty room, backing you up against a sturdy wall. Small gasps like moans trickled from his lips as you continued your attack on him, sucking, biting, licking his skin until any type of mark blossomed. Your fingers curl into his hair, desperate to pull yourself closer to him, your body, firmer against his. Rolling your hips against him, all of the fabric of his robes, obstructing you from what you really needed, the friction that you so desperately craved. Groaning in frustration, he lowers you to the ground, pulling back from you the moment your feet touch down.

“Take these off..” He demands, something in his voice dripping with lust, as he reaches for his own hem to his pants, tugging them down, letting them fall to his ankles. You bite down on your lip, letting out the softest whimper as you catch sight of his cock, hard, thick, and leaking drops of precum. It takes nearly all of your willpower not to just drop to your knees, take it graciously into the palm of your hand, and let your tongue glide around it, licking up every little bead that formed and dribbled down his length, running your tongue over that prominent vein. He was staring at you, that look of pained authority on his face, as he waited for you to do as you had been told. “Now.”

You fumbled quickly with your trousers, pulling them off and kicking them aside, already long forgotten. He stared at you, knowing what this meant, what this gesture meant. After this encounter, it was done, left on both of you like a permanent stain. Anakin moved forwards, slotting his lips against yours, kissing you with such fervour and passion that your back and head hit the wall with a soft thump, his hands gliding up your inner thighs, feather-light touches. With each whine and whimper that left you, his hand came closer and closer to your aching cunt, his fingers gliding through your fold collecting every ounce of arousal that pooled between your legs, gently spreading it around as he slowly worked your clit, taking in your sharp gasps.

“Why would you want to stop this, when I can make you a mess with a few simple touches?” He murmured against your cheek, starting to leave his own trail of kisses on your delicate skin. “When you clearly crave me the same way I crave you…” he was talking to that part of you, the part that wanted him more than life itself. Appealing to it as best he could in hopes of changing your mind, making you see the reason that he dwelled on, and it was working. Anakin curled two thick fingers into your tight hole, smiling against the shell of your throat when you moaned deeply, your walls instantly clenching around his fingers as if they were begging him to never leave, and he could think of nothing more than the feeling of your soft walls milking his cock the way they had been his fingers.

“When I can make you feel this good?” Thumbing at your clit while he pumped his fingers inside of you, kissing down the side of your neck.

“Ani..” you mutter, not sure of what you intended to say. There was something about hearing his name on your tongue that drove him mad. Spoke to the most carnal parts of him, and then it was the way you spoke it so softly, like it was something so pure. He wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to let you go after this, he toyed with the idea of not allowing it at all but he couldn’t force you, he knew that. Anakin pulled himself from you, hand wrapping around his cock. Gliding the tip through your folds gathering your slick, watching your mouth fall open in anticipation, your fingers clawing into the fabric of his robes. Your eyes were pleading with him, begging him to fill you with every inch he had to offer, satisfying that feeling of emptiness that his fingers had left.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me and it's yours.”

Hard against your entrance, waiting for nothing more than the words to fall from your perfect lips, he stilled, his eyes searching yours for that familiar sense of warmth and invitation that they always held, and there it was, hidden behind the fear and longing. Pushing against you ever so slightly, the head of his cock now nestled into your aching cunt. He needed to hear it just as much as did, he needed for you to still want him and nothing more, he was desperate.

“you, Anakin, I need yo-”

It was more than enough, music to his ears as the words fell from your lips, almost like a prayer, and he couldn’t wait anymore. Anakin housed you up in his arms, pinning you against the wall once more, as he lined himself up to your entrance. His eyes met yours, searching for any sign of regret, finding none. With one snap of his hips, he forced the full length of his cock into your needy cunt, and with another, he had your head falling back against the wall, eyes clenched shut, as a deep breathy moan left your lips at the delicious stretch of him. His eyes consumed every expression that lined your features as he pulled out of you, watching that sense of panic over the thought of him leaving you empty and unsatisfied, only for him to sink back into your soaking pussy, causing you to let out nothing but pleasure-filled sounds. There was no holding back the particularly high-pitched moans that were being ripped from you, sounds that surely someone would hear if they walked by, with each precise thrust of his hips. Sounds that resided deep in your chest begging to break free.

He captured your lips, moans, and whimpers, in a clash of needy tongues, and teeth, silencing the flow of sounds that left you. He wanted to hear every blissful sound that you made at his expense, but he couldn’t risk someone coming in and stopping this moment, ripping it from him faster than it had begun. You wrapped your legs around his middle, craving even more, drunk on the feeling of how utterly full you felt, how deep his cock nestled inside of you, hitting that sweet spot as if he had known it his whole life.

“Why should we have to give this up….” He mutters through clenched teeth, his thrust becoming harder, “I won’t..I can’t..” he groans, burying his head into the crook of your neck, sucking at the delicate skin. He meant that. He would rather die than be without you and he needed you to know that. Your nails dug into his back, fisting at the fabric of his tunic that you wished wasn’t there, allowing you to feel his heated skin so perfectly pressed against yours. Clinging to him as each well-placed thrust forced you harder against the wall. He was the only thing you had to sturdy yourself.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours filled your ears, mixed with his desperate moans, and grunts, clouding your judgement rather quickly. Every word he said, every question he asked you, made you second guess. How could you want to give this up? The truth was, you didn’t want to, never. And even now, with him pressed deliciously against you, beads of sweat falling from his brow, while a thin film-like layer coats your skin, his cock so perfectly buried inside of you as if it was made for you, you couldn’t imagine being without him, and you knew that.

You wanted to tell him that you took it back, that you didn’t mean any of it, but you couldn’t seem to find the words. It’s like they were stuck in your throat unable to surface and all that came out was lewd sounds. Your fingers card through his hair, tugging on it so that he was staring up at you, his open mouth pressed against yours as you moaned into it, stealing kisses here and there. You urged him on, soft whine-like pleads and encouragement left you the quicker his pace came, his fingers gliding up your bare-tired thighs, to the apex of them, the spot where you needed him the most. Deft fingers flicked against your clit, as you took in sharp inhales of breath, as he drew tight and precise circles into it.

He treated your body as if he knew it, knew it better than you ever could, like he knew just what to do and when to do it, to have you melting like a puddle at his touch.

“Fuck, ani-“ you moan. There it was again, that beautiful sound of his name on your tongue, falling from it like it was sweet honey, urging him on, begging for more and more. His head falls forward, groaning deliciously at the way you took him so well. Good, so fucking good.

“The things you do to me, woman..” he groans, getting drunk on the way his cock dragged inside you, the perfect amount of friction for his head to fog. You felt that familiar coil of warmth settling in your lower abdomen, surging through you with each thrust. You were close, so utterly close. “Ani I’m close…just like tha-“ You couldn’t even finish the sentence before your climax burst through you. Your pussy spasms around his length, a soft submissive sob escapes you. Seeing you like this, feeling the way your walls clench around him, gave him a slice of madness, a need to pound into you at a faster speed, desperate to see you become a stuttering mess, begging for him to stop. Sound after sound, profanity after profanity left you, your body, torn between needing more of him, and yet not. Your fingers clawing into his shoulders. “Ani-” Your whimper of his name was nothing but breathy. You couldn’t think straight, all you could see was him, all you could feel and think was him and only him, as each pulsing wave of pleasure washed over you.

Anakin had no intention of letting you down too quickly, letting you catch a breath. Pushing you through your high, reviling in the way your body convulsed under his. Your head thrown back and eyes desperately clenched, your mouth hanging open and moaning after moan escaped you.

“Ani-s’too much…” you whine, feeling every nerve in your body sent into overdrive, every sense of yours flooded in nothing but overstimulating pleasure. Your legs shake around his body, your cunt fluttering around his length as he drills into you, swallowing up every delicious sound that leaves you. “Ani..ple-ease.” Anakin’s hand finds your chin, tilting it back down so that your face was level to his. His teeth tugging at your bottom lip.

“Not till I’ve had my fill of you..” he pants, tightening his grasp on you, pinning you even firmer against him and the wall as if you could go anywhere. You let out a soft whimper as yet another wave rushes over you, and you take to silencing yourself by catching him in a heated kiss, biting down on his lip a tad too hard, feeling that metallic taste of blood against your tongue, feeling that strange sense of satisfaction overhearing him groan rather loudly. You could feel him pushing you over the edge towards a second orgasm, but your mind and body were already starting to feel numb. Drunkenly hazy over the way he was determined to overstimulate you. His fingers were relentless against your tired and abused clit, surges of ecstasy rippling through the entirety of your body. You could hear him saying something, but you had no way of comprehending the words leaving him.

Anakin was reaching his end, his well-measured thrusts were becoming sloppy, but not once did they waiver in their mission. The only thing keeping him grounded was listening to the way you begged him, your body begged him for one more, but as your legs shuttered around him and your pussy clenched around him, he couldn’t help but spill into you. Warm thick ropes of cum soothing your abused walls, as he too shuttered, head buried into your chest, strings of profanities and praises leaving his lips like a prayer.

His hands squeezed your aching thighs, as you relentlessly tightened them around his waist, almost as if you didn’t want him to release you, to pull out of you. His pace slowed, thrusts becoming more like desperate spurts as he pulled yet another orgasm from you. His name falls from your lips as it spread throughout you. Anakin stilled inside you, listening to the sound of your stuttering heart, beating rapidly as it slowed back to its normal pace, while your fingers carded through his hair, in such a soothing manner. Neither one of you wanted to move, to come back to the crippling reality that you resided in. He could stay the way he was forever, blissfully wrapped up in your presence, and you, you could do the same. Feeling his warm protective body, holding you so desperately close.

After what felt like an eternity, he set you down, holding you up with a gentle squeeze of your hips. You didn’t dare look him in the eyes, knowing that if you did, you would crumble. You knew what you wanted, but as of right now, you could see no clear way of having it, not without surrendering everything else. You wanted nothing more than to say fuck it, give yourself over to him permanently, but you didn’t know how. How to let go and do just that. Pulling your pants back on and righting yourself, you take a deep bated breath. His gaze lingered on you, the painstaking look of loss on his features.

“Ani-I…I’m sorry…”

“I know..” he speaks, his voice breaking just a little.

You thought that perhaps you’d find your way back to him, and perhaps it would be sooner than you anticipated, falling back into the addicting pattern you had created, and maybe this time it would go further, but for now, you wouldn’t. Wiping the tears from your face, you take a long, painful look at him, before exiting the silent room, not daring to look back.

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skeletondeerart · 2 years ago

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Suffering in Silence

Sully Family x Fem Autistic Dream walker! Reader (Platonic) Word Count: 965 Words

A/N | I just watched ATWOW today, and can I just say I cried my eyes out and it was absolutely stunning. No spoilers don’t worry :) This is a vent fic based on my own experiences as an autistic individual!

TW: break-downs, panic attack, screaming, self depreciation, minor SH (hair pulling, hitting oneself)

The reader is the same age as Neteyam.

I knew I was different than the rest of the Na’vi, I was taken in by the Sully’s as an infant…but I was different. Even Jake didn’t understand me. Why did I feel so foreign in my own mind. I couldn’t handle the bustle of clan life, my composure breaking down at the constant overwhelming stimulation. I saw the look in my siblings’ eyes and the eyes of my parents, was it embarrassment or pity? I have no idea. I cried and screamed silently at night as I didn’t want to be even more of a burden to them, well that’s what I thought of myself.

It was a normal morning and I had said my goodbyes as I went off exploring the forests of the Omaticaya. But I wasn’t in the best state of mind. A series of self-deprecating thoughts swirled in my mind of how I brought shame to the family and how I was useless. In the depths of my mind, I didn’t see Jake nod to Neytiri as I left the stronghold on my Ikran.

I land in a cove around twenty minutes or so away and dismount. In the centre of the cove is a crystal-clear pond, I pet my Ikran on the nose before sitting by the water’s edge, I gaze at my reflection as tears well up in my eyes. My face distorting with the spell of emotion as I reflect. With a shaky breath I leant against the trunk of a looming tree and curling myself in a ball, rocking back and forth in a fruitless attempt to quell the ache in my head and heart.

I hate feeling like a failure, and I longed to be fit in. My body convulsed as screams clutched at my vocal cords, yet I didn’t let out a sound. My composure slipping through my finger like sand as my head flicked left and right as a stress response, my heels grinding into the rocks as if my soul was trying to escape. I’m not sure I’m in control anymore.

In my state of weakness, I failed to hear the landing of Ikran’s and two gasps before I was swarmed in a flash of blue.

And that’s when I screamed.

A piercing scream finally broke free making the blurry figures stumble back.

“GO!” I scream, ashamed that they had to see me like this.

“Baby girl…” Jake whispered as he crouched down about an arm’s length away. “Can I come closer” His eyes boring into mine, making me ball up tighter. I couldn’t bear the pressure of looking into his eyes, my fingers wound tightly into my braids and harshly tugged, grasping for any sense of relief.

“Hey-hey now” Jake spoke, and he gently pried my fingers out of my hair, his hand engulfing the crown of my skull as I throw my head back into the bark of the tree, his hand protecting my queue. Hushing noises came from Neytiri as she crawled up beside me and placed a hand on my knee to stop me from kicking. I was hyperventilating at this point as I whimpered out in between breaths.

“I-I’m sorry” I cry.

“It’s ok baby girl, just breathe” Jake murmurs, rubbing his thumb under my eye taking my tears away and taking in deep breaths urging me to copy.

“Don’t be sorry, there is nothing to be sorry for (Y/n)” Neytiri states, her eyes boring concern yet she stayed unmoving, like a rock in a rushing river.

I continued to rock myself and following Jakes breathing as he opened his arms up for a hug. I was slowly gaining my senses back as I fell into his awaiting embrace. After a while of Neytiri’s comforting gaze and Jake’s hand running up my spine, I spoke. “Can we go home now?” I whisper into his dreadlocks exhausted.

“Sure can, kiddo.”

Jake took me on his Ikran and Neytiri and my own followed closely behind, we soon arrived home to an awaiting Neteyam, Kiri, Lo’ak, Tuk and Spider.

Sighs of relief are heard when they spotted me hiding behind Jake’s legs, his and Neytiri’s hands intertwined with my own.

“(Y/n)! You’re home!” Tuk called as she came barrelling into my legs, earning a small smile from me, I miss the loving look Jake and Neytiri send each other.

“Glad to see you’re safe sister” Neteyam called as he gave me a pat on the shoulder as we enter the home.

“You alright (Y/n)? I’ll find out if anyone hurt you and ill show them not to mess with the Sully’s” Lo’ak called as he caught me affectionately in a headlock before being swiftly removed by Neteyam as he called him a Skxawng (moron).

“Oh (Y/n), you’re not hurt, are you?” Kiri questions with her brows knitted.

“No, no. I’m fine.” I murmur my voice fragile from wailing and screaming myself raw, Tuk feeling my mood she wrapped my calf in a tight embrace as I lean and caress her scalp with a smile.

Spider stayed relatively silent as he watched from afar as I go and lay down in the bed. Utterly drained from the emotional distress I had to endure.

With a heavy sigh I lay gingerly on my back and let my eyes fall closed. That was until I felt everyone clamber into the bed around me, shielding from the outside world. As everyone got comfortable, I relaxed into Jakes side with Neteyam to my other and Tuk splayed on top of me.

“We love you (Y/n); we will always be here for you.” Everyone whispered as we all rested together. I couldn’t help the tear slip down my features as I fell into a blissful sleep surrounded by my family. The family who loves my unconditionally.

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luneariaa · 1 year ago

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Found your Mike content and saw your ask box is open so....mike x reader one bed trope??

alright so i tried my best with this, and i hope this is still okay! 💜 kindly tell me if there's any writing errors.

. dividers by @/cafekitsune !! 🌻

Recently, you got kicked out from your own apartment due to financial issues and stuff; unable to pay the rent due time. Also with how the current job pays you, it makes perfect sense with how low the wage is.

Fast forward as to where you are right now, Michael understands your situation very well, so he lets you stay at his place for the time being. He has no problems with it at all.

But the thing is-- knowing how he's also struggling with himself and his own job income in general, he only has one bed. Aside from Abby's of course.

"Mike, that's okay! I can just sleep on the couch, you know." You already feel slightly guilty enough for staying over his place; lowering your voice a bit as Abby is already asleep around this hour. "You can use your bed."

"No, no."

"You are going to use my bed, and not the couch, okay?" He remains firm as he spoke those words. Considering he clearly knew about your current situation, he wouldn't even let you sleep on the couch. Mike would sacrifice his bed for the sake of you.

"Nope. You should be in bed." You didn't back down, pouting a bit at his insistence.

"Am I hearing a challenge now?" This time, a small smirk of amusement is plastered across his face, crossing his arms as he still stands by his own resolve.

"No, it's not even a debate."

You sighed tiredly, smiling a bit at him. "Mike, you can use your bed. I can just sleep on the couch."

".. I swear I have to pick you up and place you on the damn bed instead. So please.."

"Oh?" You raised a brow at his statement, "I would love to see you try-"

Mike cuts you off by suddenly lifting your form with ease; hoisting you onto his shoulders like a child, before putting you on his bed. Surprisingly strong even with his height.

"Okay that's--" You huff out as he finally puts you down on his bed. "--no fair."

"I warned you." He sighs, standing up straight once again. "I insist, just use my bed. I'll be fine on the couch."

"If that's the case-"

"Sleep with me tonight instead of the couch, please." It's a rather bold move, but you refuse to give up. If none of you allowed each other to sleep on the couch, then this is the only way.

He falls silent for a while there, before finally giving in, knowing that you refuse to give up anyway. Besides, you both knew each other for some time now-- what could go wrong?

"Alright, fine."

"Just-- don't try anything while I'm asleep." He dryly states, but there's also a hint of playfulness within his words as you send him a fake hurt look.

"Huh. Could say the same to you."

You huffed, rolling your eyes as you left some needed space for him, before lying down and facing the other way. He also did the same-- placing his arm over his eyes.

The lights were off and the room was silent soon after; the only sound left being the hum of the fan.

"Good night."

𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗟 𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗨𝗦 𝗘𝗡𝗗 : -

Michael, completely deep in sleep like he never really was before, was cuddling you close from the back without even realizing it. The blanket covers up your chin comfortably; fitting onto his loose hold nicely.

He looks stress-free and more calmer like this. Guess he broke the rule first.

When you stirred awake for a bit, your eyes widened slightly in surprise, but didn't even make any attempt to move yourself away from his hold. It feels nice, actually.

Thus, with slow movements, you turn your body around and make sure that he's not awakened at all. You didn't know why you were doing it, but you gently brought your hand up to his face-- tracing his face with your fingertips before lowering it a bit to his jaw, before you hugged him to try going back to sleep.

You couldn't help yourself, especially when he looked very much at peace at that moment.

And as you start to drift away into your own peaceful slumber, the soft mutter from him in his sleep goes unnoticed by you.

".. love you.."

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sc0tters · 1 year ago

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Long Gone | Nico Hischier

summary: the downfall of your relationship with Nico is both thick and fast, especially when neither one of you try to stop it.

song: don’t come back - Tate McRae

request: yes/no

warnings: a few swear words, toxic Nico, mentions of alcohol and drinking.

word count: 1.22k

authors note: this one was a bit shorter than the others but that’s because I’m off to bed cause I’m going skydiving in the morning (I wish I was kidding). if you are in a toxic relationship wether it be a platonic or romantic one I can’t stress this enough, please try your best to remove yourself from it and remember that you are loved. If you want to either see more of the celly or be apart of it you can find the playlist here!

pt 2

Nico was ready to throw four years down the drain.

All of the warning bells rung in your head the more you thought about it. For the last three months you were only learning about team events through the other wags. The nights he would go out with the boys drinking you only learnt about his whereabouts of the evening once he got home reeking of alcohol. Your relationship had well and truly gone from being girlfriend and boyfriend to what felt like an awkward roommate agreement.

Until last week you had fought him on every thing he did, the late nights, the lack of care, the not inviting you, every single last thing that he did in an attempt to pull away you had to fight him on. But when you found a necklace in his side of the closet whilst you were doing laundry your heart broke. It wasn’t a piece that you owned and you realised it was bought on the teams trip to Carolina based on the date marked at the top of the receipt.

You wouldn’t have been so hurt by it if you hadn’t just gotten a bottle opener that looked like it came from the airport.

That paired with the fact that he missed lunch in New York with your parents who were there for business that weekend made you officially want to pull your hair out.

You let the door to your apartment slam shut as you swore that you were seething. The amount of emotions that went through your body was enough to make any straight thinking person nearly pass out “Nico!” You yelled as your bags dropped to the floor.

The Swiss man was sat on the couch mindlessly scrolling through his phone “you look interesting,” he commented as he was surprised to see how put together you were for some random Tuesday.

It made you roll your eyes as it took everything in your power to not go ahead and punch him “what the fuck have you been doing?” You asked as you pushed his feet off of the ottoman so that you could sit on it.

The gesture made him furrow his eyebrows “a friend wanted to go for lunch-” he explained as he motioned to the leftovers that were on the kitchen table.

You couldn’t help it when you reached over to hit him but unfortunately for you his reaction timing was too good as he wrapped his hand around your wrist “so I covered for you for nothing?” The scoff that fell from your lips was vile as you struggled to process how he was so okay with what he had done. Nico did nothing more than just wait for you to continue though “lunch with my parents was today.” You sucked at your teeth as you ran your fingers through your hair.

What pissed you off the most was that he didn’t even seem sorry “my bad,” he shrugged as he got up.

You weren’t proud of the borderline temper tantrum type scream you let out as you stood up too “I had to sit there for three fucking hours acting like you’re the best boyfriend in the world.” You pointed out as you marched behind him “when really you’re just a piece of shit.” The latter comment from you got Nicos haggles up as he was quick to back you against a wall.

His laugh was a dark chuckle “yeah, what’s so shitty about me?” He asked as he ran his fingers through your hair as he tucked it behind your ear.

Small, no tiny, maybe even minuscule was how you felt in that very moment “I know about her!” It was like you were proud of the fact that you had caught him in the cheating act.

Nico’s once irritating chuckle now turned into an amused giggle “you think I’m cheating on you?” Sure you weren’t his favourite thing right now but there wasn’t another woman in his bed or in his life like that.

It hurt you how nonchalant he was about it all “I know about the necklace.” If this was any other time you could have found his quick demeanour change amusing “you searching through my stuff?” That’s how it always seemed to be. Anytime there was a fight between you two even if you should have only held like twenty percent of the blame it was always flipped onto you “I’m sorry.” You apologised as your head dropped.

But before you could say anything else Nico was already in your shared bedroom and had locked the door behind him.

Since then you had gone pretty quiet when you were at home but most of the time you spent at a friends place. The girls had all been fabulous as they helped you cope with Nico. It surprised them just as much as it did you when he started pulling away as everyone thought he was close to proposing to you, not kicking you out of your apartment.

You didn’t know if it was a pro or a con that the girls knew you so well that they could see that you weren’t in a good relationship anymore. It was effecting you mentally and nobody should have to walk on eggshells around their partner 24/7.

And that is how you all landed in an elevator to the top floor of your apartment building where you and Nico lived. One of the girls had seen on Jacks story that the Swiss man was out at another bar and that was why they decided to go clear your stuff out then.

Yes your friend group had smarter plans before but you were ladies with a few bottles of wine in your system and were all now ready to take on the world.

The reason why they had mainly come with though was because they all knew that it you saw Nico then it would be all over and you’d probably be apologising to him once more for something you didn’t do.

It was all going so well, your things had been packed away into the multiple suitcases that the girls brought with them as you all knew that it would be easier to tug those suitcases downstairs than it would be to carry boxes down.

Your heart sank as the front door opened “what is this?” Nico slurred as he was beyond drunk at this point.

There was a squeeze at your hand as your best friend sent you a smile in an attempt to give you some encouragement. You nodded as you stepped towards the Devils captain “this is for all the shit you have put me through the last few months.” You had to raise your finger to signal that you weren’t done talking to him “this is goodbye Nico.” You explained as you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

Your tongue darted across your lower lip as you stared at him knowing that it was the last time you were going to see him those close for a while “so by the time you sober up I’ll be long gone.” You promised before you left the boy dumbfounded and in silence.

By the time the next morning came you had already made good on your promise.

You were long gone.

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cherry-holmes · 1 year ago

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Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña

Chapter 11

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Summary: After being attacked, Javier felt guilty for put you in danger. He would do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Previous chapter

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +5.4k

Warnings: Mentions of injures and blood. Mention to violence typical of the series. I prefer to not give more details to prevent spoilers, but this is +18. You’re on your own, kids.

A/N: Hello! Chapter 11 finally here! Sorry for taking so long, I’m on finals in college so I’ve been studying, doing lots of homework and starting my thesis!🙈😬 But here I am, I hope you like it!

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Javier had never felt such intense fear in his entire life. Everything around him seemed to fade into the background as he fixated solely on your motionless body. His world moved in slow motion as he rushed toward you.

No, no, no... everything except you. He can't lose you, he just would never survive such thing.

He dropped to his knees beside you, his heart pounding so hard it could make a hole on his chest. But when he put his hands on you, relief washed over him. Your eyes were widened with fear and disorientation. You were shaking, you had scraped your chin, and your hands were cut from when you fell onto the sidewalk.

But you were fine. You were alive.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest as you both sat on the ground. As he gently held your face, his heart sank again when he saw the blood on your mouth. Quickly, he checked you and discovered that you had bitten yourself, likely from when you let yourself fall to avoid a bullet.

Javier held you tightly, feeling a rush of emotions. He was relieved you were alive, but anger and fear still coursed through him. He looked around, making sure the area was safe, before helping you stand up.

"Come on, I need to get you out of here," he said urgently. He didn't want to stick around and risk another attack. Javier tried to pull you up, but when you attempted to stand, a sound of pain escaped your lips. "What is it?"

"N-no puedo," you mumbled. "Me duele mucho el tobillo." Without wasting more time, Javier leaned in to wrap an arm around your back and the other behind your knees, lifting you gently as he carried you into the restaurant; it seemed safer in there.

He sat you on the nearest table, still trembling from the shock. Javier crouched down in front of you, his eyes searching yours.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded weakly, trying to find your voice. "Creo... creo que si. Sólo asustada y me duele el tobillo, " you mumbled.

Javier took off your heel to check your ankle; it was already swollen.

As he focused on your injuries, you looked at your surroundings. People were scared, trying to process what had happened, the sound of police sirens growing increasingly closer. Then, you saw the truck, the bullet holes on the door, and the windows completely destroyed. If you paid enough attention, you could see the holes in the concrete wall of the building next to the truck. If you hadn't seen him before, you would be dead by now... Suddenly, the realization hit you like a ton of bricks.

"Javi?" Your quivering voice captured his attention, and then you broke down. The crying was unstoppable, you were shaking, sobbing, your heart racing with adrenaline.

Javier gently put his arm around you as your tears flowed. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. "I've got you. You're safe now," he held you for a while, letting you cry out the fear and stress that had built up.

By the time the police and paramedics arrived, you were calmer. You still had a slight tremor, but you had stopped crying.

Reluctantly, Javier left your side to speak with the police, who were already cordoning off the area. A young female paramedic began to tend to your wounds as you observed Javier's discussion with the authorities. He appeared so angry and frustrated, like a caged animal.

You noticed Steve and Trujillo, another colleague from the DEA, arriving and approaching to Javier, who engaged in an intense conversation with them, their faces etched with concern. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but it seemed like a heated discussion.

The paramedic continued her work, cleaning and dressing your minor wounds. She asked you a few questions, ensuring you weren't seriously injured, but mentioned that you would need an X-ray to assess the damage to your ankle. You answered her questions with shaky but coherent responses, explaining that you had fallen during the chaos.

As you sat there, you couldn't help but wonder what had just happened, it was all so surreal.

In less than a few minutes, your life seemed to became a completely chaos, you had seen your life passed before your eyes.

You didn't notice when the paramedic finally let you, you still had the metallic taste of your own blood on your mouth, turning your stomach, made you finally vomit. You moved to the side and began to throw up bile and stomach fluid. Javier returned immediately at your side, took back your hair and rubbed your back.

One of the employees of the restaurant gave you some water to rinse your mouth. You rinsed and spat out the bitter taste, feeling so embarrassed for all the mess you made.

"I'm-I'm sorry," you said, thick and quivering voice.

"It's okay, baby," Javier said, "Don't worry about that."

"I wanna go home, Javi," you pleaded, "Please let's just go home."

Javier continued to caress your hair as he finished helping you clean up. He couldn't bear the sight of you, broken and battered: the swollen bottom lip from the fall, your tired and scared eyes, your wounds on your face, and the stains of blood on your knees.

"I want to go home too, bonita, but we can't," he explained, and that caused you to start crying again. The fear and shock still had a tight grip on you.

"We have to go to the Embassy right now; it's safer," he insisted.

"She needs X-rays for her ankle, sir," said the paramedic, which prompted a brief discussion among the authorities and Javier. ''She must go to the nearest hospital.'' It was clear that you needed medical attention, but Javier didn't want to leave you alone in your fragile state, neither exposed you to another attack. After some deliberation, they decided that you could be transported to the embassy for medical care and further evaluation of your injuries.

Javier was relieved that he wouldn't have to leave your side. He continued to comfort you, whispering words of assurance and love as the paramedics prepared to transport you. It was a difficult and frightening experience, but you took solace in knowing that Javier was with you.

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You spent the entire day at the hospital. While you needed to use bandages for your ankle and rest for at least two weeks, you were technically fine. The shock of the attack still weighed heavily on you. You couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if you hadn't seen it coming or if Javier had been in the truck...

Both the Bogotá police department and the DEA took the incident seriously, closing a section of the public hospital specifically for you. Their concern was evident, given the attack on one of their agents and the danger you had both faced.

When Messina and some other agents and police arrived at the hospital, Javier reluctantly left your side. He assured you that he had to talk with them in private but promised to return as soon as possible.

After the doctors determined the status of your ankle, Javier returned to your side, accompanied by Steve, Trujillo, and Messina, who looked stressed as always.

Javi moved closer to where you were lying in bed, one ankle elevated and bandaged. "Honey, we need to know exactly what happened. Can you do that?" His gentle and soft voice surprised everyone in the room. His colleagues from the police and DEA were used to seeing him as a tough and serious man, always focused on his job with a bad reputation as a playboy. However, you knew this sweet and caring side of him well.

"I was waiting for you in the truck," you explained, your hands sweating and shaking for recalling the traumatic event. "Everything seemed normal until a car stopped beside me. I don't know why I turned to look at it; I just did, and I saw this man pointing a gun at me." You remembered, "I reacted quickly, maybe by instinct, so I opened the door, and when I tried to step out, the gunfire began. So I just let myself fall."

Javier's grip thighening on your hand, giving you comfort.

"The man fired several shots, and I felt a sharp pain in my ankle as I fell to the ground," you said. "I was so scared and couldn't move. I thought he would come closer and finish me off."

Messina, Javier, and Steve, listened intently as you spoke, their faces a mix of concern and anger.

"Then, Javier came running, and he helped me get to safety," you added, your voice quivering with the memory.

Trujillo nodded and took notes as you described the incident in detail. "Was he driving, or was there someone else?" he asked.

"There was someone driving, but I didn't see him," you said.

"Did you identify the man?" Steve wanted to know, but you shook your head.

"Try to remember, sweetheart," Javi's hand caressed your hair, and his thumb brushed yours while holding your hand.

"He had a mustache..." you sounded like you were questioning.

"Okay," intervened Messina as she stood up, "If she doesn't remember, it could compromise the investigation," she pointed, and everyone agreed. "We are going to follow the lead Peña gave us, but we must manage this under the radar," she warned.

You furrowed your brow, and she intervened again, "The politics are clear: our agents and administrative employees shouldn't get involved with each other." You blushed. "I have to figure out how to manage with our superiors in the US while we solve this on our own."

Messina continued, "We can't jeopardize the mission by getting entangled in personal affairs. Our priority is to apprehend Pablo Escobar and dismantle the drug cartel." Her stern expression softened slightly, and she looked at you. "I understand that emotions can run deep in high-stress situations, but we must remain focused."

You nodded in understanding, despite the lingering sense of fear and unease from the attack.

When your boss and the other agents left the room, Javier, still by your side, gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

Javier sat down beside you, taking a deep breath, trying to regain some composure. He watched you with deep concern, his eyes lingering on the wounds on your body. With a gentle touch, he brushed a strand of disheveled hair away from your face.

"You were really brave back there, you know?" he said softly, his voice filled with admiration for your courage.

You managed a weak smile despite the pain and anxiety still coursing through you. "I had a good teacher," you replied. His eyes softened, and he leaned closer to plant a tender kiss on your forehead; then, a soft and gentle kiss on your injured lips.

"So," you said when he straightened up, "You think this was Diego's, don't you?"

Javi sighed as he scratched his forehead. "There's something I have to tell you."

You were actually nervous about what he could say. No more secrets, you both had promised. The words he just said seemed to break that agreement. From the look in his eyes, you could tell he knew it too.

He took a deep breath and met your gaze. "You deserve to know, and I should have told you before." You frowned, concern filling your eyes. Javier hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "You know that I went to see Helena," he said, as if he were disarming a bomb. It was true; you knew he had gone to see her after your previous breakup. "She told me that Diego has been linked to some of the people associated with the Medellín Cartel. We've been monitoring him closely because it's obvious they're using him to obtain information about the DEA and the government, taking advantage of the resentment he expresses for being fired."

Your mind raced as you tried to process this revelation. "I was more focused on protecting the work that had taken us so much effort to establish. And I was also trying to protect you," his voice suddenly cracked, and hurt was clearly visible in his eyes as he looked at your still-red eyes and the injuries on your beautiful body. "I didn't want to worry you, but now I know it was a mistake to keep it from you. I failed to protect you."

The weight of the situation settled in as he reached out to hold your hand, seeking your eyes. "I-I'm sorry," he pleaded, his voice thick with emotions, guilt filling his chocolate-brown eyes. "Please, forgive me. I couldn't protect you."

"Javi, no," you answered quickly, catching his hand between yours, then caressing his cheek with your thumb. "It wasn't your fault. You didn't know he was going to do such a thing."

"When I saw you lying there, I thought... fuck, I thought I had lost you," he confessed, his eyes filling with tears that ran down his face. "It felt like my own heart was about to stop..."

You couldn't hold back your own tears any longer. Emotions flooded over you, and you pulled him into a gentle embrace, his head resting on your shoulder as he cried.

''I'm here, Javi,'' you consoled him, ''I'm okay, I'm not gonna go anywhere.''

Relief, overwhelming and comforting, coursed through him as he realized you were still there, breathing, alive. It was a profound relief that washed away some of the guilt, but it couldn't erase the trauma you had endured. Javier wasn't one to cry. He didn't even remember the last time he did. He had always been so tough, pragmatic, not letting his emotions take over him. Stress, pressure, guilt, disappointment, fear, frustration; were things he put aside to avoid being blinded in his duties. However, he felt a sense of freedom when he found himself letting off steam in your arms.

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After sending some police officers to check on Javi's apartment, you both were able to return home. It was already night, and you had a headache from all the shock, stress, and spending the entire day in a small hospital room. Javier hadn't had an car anymore, so Steve took you both on his own, and a couple of officials spent the night on the street checking for anything potentially dangerous.

You decided to take a soothing shower to wash away the stress of the day after brushing your teeth. However, with your injured ankle, you struggled to maintain your balance. The pain was a still sharp, and it was hard for you to stand for too long.

Javier, ever attentive, noticed your struggle. "What are you doing?" He rushed to your side, catching you when you were about to fell in the bathroom.

"I need a shower," you said as you couldn't bear your dirty, dusty clothes anymore.

He helped you sit over the toilet and get rid of the bandage. He was worried that you fell on the shower, so he proposed something. "How about we take a shower together? I can help you."

The idea brought a blush to your cheeks, but you couldn't deny that the prospect of sharing a shower with him sounded appearing. With a nod and a shy smile, you accepted his offer.

"That sounds nice," you said, feeling a mixture of shyness and anticipation.

He smiled, reaching out to take your hand. "Don't worry, I'll be very gentle," he gave you a playful wink.

Javier took off your clothes, one by one, gently, until you were completely naked in front on him. Then, he did the same with his own, and guided you into the tiny space of the shower.

Warm water ran over your body, relaxing your muscles, taking away the stains of soil and blood on your body. He took you by your waist to gave you balance as you washed your hair, and then his. You winced when the shampoo stung the scratches on your hands.

"Careful, baby," he whispered, his warm breath brushing your face as he looked down at you.

As you rinsed his hair, you couldn't resist tracing the path of the soap running down his body when he wasn't looking.

You couldn't resist the temptation to let your hands wander along his skin, tracing the contours of his body. He shivered slightly under your touch, and his gaze met yours with a playful yet longing look.

"You're a bit cheeky, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice tinged with desire.

A mischievous grin played on your lips. "Maybe."

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, and your bodies pressed against each other in the confined space, under the water.

He leaned down to kiss your lips, and your hands found support on his shoulders. Wet kisses were exchanged, your tongues meeting halfway, and you could feel his masculinity pressing against your lower belly.

Although he had been helping you not to put all your weight on your injured leg, you started to grow tired on your other leg. Javier noticed it and broke the kiss. He, turned off the shower and guided you out of the shower, wrapping an arm around your waist to pulling you up and taking you to his bed, leaving a path of water all over the floor.

"Javi, wait," you protested between giggles, "we're going to make a mess!"

"That's what I intend to do, bonita," he said, gently placing your body on the mattress, a devilish sparkle in his eyes.

He lay beside you, gazing into your eyes with a mix of desire and affection. His hands traced a path along your body, exploring your curves. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his fingers danced across your wet skin. Javier's lips found yours once more.

His fingers found their way to your core, splitting your already wet folds, tracing firm circles on your swollen clit. A gasp escaped your mouth in a shaking breath, your hand wrapping around his forearm by instinct.

"You like that?" He asked, voice so thick and low, close to your lips. You nodded, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Talk to me, baby, I love hearing you."

"Ye-yeah," your voice quivered, feeling his expert movements giving you pleasure. "I like it so much."

"That's right. Such a good girl, as always," he whispered, his tongue tracing your lower lip as his fingers gathered your arousal. "Spread your pretty legs wider for me."

As soon as you obeyed, two of his fingers found the way inside your pussy. You cried out a moan, as his fingers were so thick. Just one had the power to ruin you; two of them felt like too much, but you loved feeling overwhelmed by his touch. Javier Peña was simply addictive.

"Ja-Javi...," you whimpered, moving your hips involuntary to find his touch halfway as his fingers bumped in and out of you, making a wetting, obscene sound that made you blush.

"I know, bonita," he whispered on your ear, causing a shiver run down your body, goosebumps painting your still-wet skin. "I want you to cum on my hand before I fuck you right," his words made you clench around his fingers, making him hiss. You could feel his warm, hard cock against the bone of your hip, twitching with every soft moan that left your throat, pre-cum glistening on the tip.

As his fingers speeded up their movements, his thumb began to work on your clit. You archer your back, your body getting closer to his as your hands took his face, your pelvis turning to meet his, but he never stopped torturing you with his hand.

"Ahhh... ¡Javi!... Ahhh, yes!" you claimed, consumed by the pleasure. His fingers curled inside of you, finding that sweet spot. ''Oh, fuck!''

''C'mon, baby, cum for me,'' he encouraged, as a knot formed in your lower belly, spiraling down to your very core until you detonated in a soundless cry, ''There you go, baby,'' your orgasm convulsing through your body. For a moment, you forgot the pain in your ankle, your knees, the stress of the earlier incident; it was all love and passion. ''Open your mouth,'' he ordered.

Your lips parted, and his two fingers, coated in your own honey, found their way into your mouth. A moan escaped when you tasted yourself on your tongue. "Suck on it," he whispered, his eyes darkened with lust as your tongue played with his fingers. "That little mouth of yours feels really nice, mi amor."

With a slurping sound, he exchanged his fingers for his own lips pressed against yours, savoring the lingering taste of your arousal on your tongue.

With a swift move, he positioned himself on top of you, planting kisses on your neck, descending through your skin, sucking your nipples, licking the soft flesh of your tummy.

Javi kneeled in front of you, between your legs, lifting one of them to place a sweet kiss on your swollen ankle. Then, he reached for your hands and did the same on the scratches in your palms. His lips continued to explore your body, leaving a trail of tender kisses from your knees to your thighs. You could feel the warmth of his breath, and each touch was a soothing balm to the ache in your body.

As his lips reached higher, he met your gaze, eyes filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. "Eres tan hermosa," he whispered, his voice husky with intensity. "Te amo demasiado." You felt a shiver run down your spine, a response to both his words and the gentle caresses.

"Yo también te amo mucho," you answered. A lump formed in your throat, overwhelmed by the recent events and the passion and love you felt for the man in front of you.

Javier's eyes softened with genuine affection. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

His hand reacher to his nightstand for a preservative and when he was ready, rubbed the head of his cock along your core. Soft sighs escaped your lips as he teased you. Your hands went to his ass, forcing him against you. "Ple-please, Javi," you pleaded, burning cheeks and pleasure eyes staring at him.

"What is it, baby?" he whispered, his voice thick. You whimpered, pulling up your hips to meet his. He grinned devilishly. He loved having you plead for his cock, his fingers lingering on the delicate skin of your inner thighs. A smirk played on his lips as he watched the anticipation in your eyes.

"I need you," you confessed, desire evident in your voice. "Please, I want to feel you inside."

Without uttering a word, Javier aligned himself with your entrance. You cried out a moan as he buried himself into you in one swift, effortlessly movement.

Your nails dug on his back, his face found a place on the space between your neck and your hair as he growled with pleasure, feeling your walls clenching around his length. He loved that sweet pussy of yours, so warm and tight, and all his.

He waited a few seconds for you to adapted to him, but he was so desperate to fuck you that it was almost painful. All the adrenaline rush of the day, all those emotions, and the love he felt your you culminated in that passionate moment.

Javier moved to find a most comfortable position and then, he lost it. His hips thrust almost desperately against you, making you whimper and moan with intense pleasure as you felt his cock moving in and out of your dripping cunt.

Furthermore, the sight you had of him was like that of a Greek god. His strong arms bulged from holding your hips up to meet his, water still dripping from his hair to his neck and chest, drops twinkling between the freckles on his shoulders. His breath quivered, groans and grunts escaped through his lips with every thrust of his hips.

You swore you could feel him on the entrence of your cervix, he was balls deep on you.

Javi was delighted with the view of your bouncing tits, your blushed cheeks and nose, your pleading eyes filled with pleasure. His heart was racing, his brain shut down for an instant and his world reduced to you. He was ruined by you.

Your bodies moved in sync in a dance of desire. His hands explored your curves, leaving a trail of warmth and electricity. The room filled with the sound of your whispered words and filthy noises.

"Javiii..." you whined, feeling an intense pressure on your core, your body squirming in the sheets. It was too much, you barely could breath. "Ahhh, Javi, I-I'm so... close!"

His hands spread your legs wider in a rough movement, to make space to himself as he let his weight fell over you as he continue with his thrusts. One hand grasped around your neck, applying enough strength to silence your moans, but it felt so fucking good that made you pussy clenched and dripped around his cock, "Fuck, I love your pussy. It's all mine, you're all mine."

"I am, I am," you uttered as best as you could, "My pussy is only yours, Javier."

"My good fucking girl," he whispered, his lips found your and you open your mouth, welcoming his tongue. "I'm yours too, forever."

As his movements became errants and messy and desperately, both of your found your orgasms in synchrony. Your eyes rolled as your back arched for its own will, your fingers tangled in his hair as you said his name like a prayer, over and over again. Javi's back muscles clench with his own release, grunting as he filled the condom, forcing the last thrusts into your cunt as his balls quivered.

The bed was, as he said he wanted, a completely mess. Sheets wet with your cum, and pillows wet with the water of both your hairs.

As you lay together, tangled in the sheets, you traced his jawline with your finger. His eyes were closed, but he was awake. You both were still naked, tired, the smell of sex still lingering in the air.

He opened his eyes, and you could see determination in them, his fingers gently brushed against your cheek. "I won't let him get away with this," he declared, his voice low and resolute. "Diego will pay for what he did to you. I promise you that, mi amor."

You looked into his eyes, finding comfort in his unwavering commitment. "Please promise me you'll be careful. I don't want to lose you or that you do something stupid and ruin your career."

"I promise, bonita. I'll be careful."

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You woke up to a soft kiss on your lips and the delicious aroma of crumbled eggs and coffee. As your eyes opened, you found Javi's gaze fixed on you, a warm and affectionate smile playing on his lips. "Good morning, bonita," he greeted you.

You stretched and yawned, feeling a mix of soreness and comfort from the previous night. "Morning," you replied, a smile forming as you took in the sight of him.

Javier leaned in for another tender kiss. "I've prepared breakfast," he announced, gesturing to the tray adorned with eggs, toast, and a steaming cup of coffee on the bedside table.

As you sat up, he handed you a glass of water along with an ibuprofen pill. "First things first," he said. You took the pill, and then he presented you with a much-needed cup of coffee.

Before you could utter a word, he began tending to the bandages on your ankle. The swelling had increased, accompanied by a prominent bruise. A twinge of pain coursed through you as he gently placed it on a pillow, covering it with an ice pack.

"I hope to be back in action by tomorrow," you said casually, taking a sip from your cup.

Javier, on the other side, furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?" he asked.

You looked at him, "I need to return to work," you answered.

"Baby, the doctor said you need at least two weeks to rest," he insisted.

"I can't," you replied, "I haven't even recovered from my sickness leave two months ago, and I have bills to pay."

"Bills for an apartment you barely live in now." He brought your hand to his lips, placing a tender kiss on your knuckles. "Look, mi amor, I can take care of the bills. I don't want you rushing back to work, especially after what happened."

You sighed, appreciating his concern but still feeling the weight of financial responsibilities. "Javi, I can't rely on you for everything. I need to stand on my own."

His gaze held a mixture of understanding and determination. "I get that, but right now, your well-being is my priority. Let me take care of you, at least until you're back on your feet."

You sighed, a feeling of guilt lingering on you. "It's not fair that you pay for two apartments; you have enough responsibilities with your own, and I know you send money to your dad."

"Well, then I don't have to pay for two apartments," he said. Although you felt relief, it seemed weird that he settled for it so quickly. You knew him; he was stubborn like a mule. You looked at him as if he had grown a third eye.

"So, I can get back to work tomorrow," you said, and he shook his head. "Then how am I supposed to pay my rent?"

"You won't," he answered. "You won't pay rent for an apartment you don't have." He looked at you with a determination that hinted at a decision made. "Move in with me," he suggested.

Your eyes widened, caught off guard by the proposition. "Javi, I—"

He gently interrupted, "I want you to live with me. You already spend every day and night here, and even when you slept there, I slept there too. So no more worrying about rent or bills. Just focus on healing and being with me."

"Are you sure?" You set aside the cup and stared right into his chocolate-brown eyes. "It's a big step, Javi."

He sat closer to you, taking both your hands into his. When he looked into your eyes, you saw in them the most confident look anyone had ever given you. "A hundred percent sure," he answered. Then, he moved a bit nervously, but the determination in his gaze still lingered powerfully as he said, "Listen, I've been thinking about us a lot, and yesterday... it put everything into perspective. Life is too short, and I love you so much." As he said those words, you felt like you went pale.

Is he about to...?

"I want to do things right with you. Moving in together is a big step, and there's no one else I'd rather take it with than you, bonita."

You didn't want to actually ask if he was, well, proposing because he wasn't doing it per se. You didn't want to push him to say something he didn't feel or plan, but your delusional side was about to explode with excitement and love, and you could only think about floating down the aisle to him.

However, when he spoke again, you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"We're going to take things one step at a time. We've only been together for a few months, yet I already know that I love you," he assured you, and tears of love started gathering in your bright eyes. "You must know that I'm serious about us and our future. So, what do you say? Wanna live with me?"

You let out a nervous giggle, overwhelmed by his beautiful words, his willing to share a life with you. You were so damn in love with him.

"Yes!," you nodded and a big smile crossed his handsome features, "Let's do this."

He leaned in, sealing the agreement with a sweet and lingering kiss, and you couldn't help but feel that, despite the challenges, you were exactly where you were meant to be.

Chapter 11.5

CHAPTER 12

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Inseparable was adorable but also broke my heart! 🥺

Could I request where one of their babies adores the reader?

a/n: this is just a little drabble but I hope you enjoy!

Lavender Sunflower - Cuddle Buddy

Warnings: kissing? I think that’s it

Nathan was a daddy’s boy and everyone knew it. He made it quite obvious. But Kai was an absolute mama’s boy. And you loved every second of it. Before Kai was born you feared that all your children after Nathan would be clinging to Rafe just as Nathan did. So when Kai was born and was constantly clinging to you, you finally felt like it was fair that Nathan was more attached to Rafe whilst Kai was more attached to you.

“We’re not having any more children.” You say to Rafe in a joking way, but still very serious.

“I second that.” He chuckles.

You were both in bed, Rafe was rested up against the headboard, one arm propped behind his head as you laid beside him, exhausted from the day you both had. Today was one of those days where parenting completely kicked your ass but luckily everyone was now asleep but you and Rafe — so you thought.

After a few more words were exchanged about the day, Rafe leaned down and over towards you and planted a kiss on your jawline, following it with another kiss down your neck, then another down your chest. You closed your eyes at the feeling. Taking him in as you let the stress from the day, out.

“I love you,” he mumbled into your skin.

Just as you were about to reply you heard tiny foot steps on the hardwood floor. You exhaled sharply when Rafe quickly pulled away from you to see which small human of yours was coming down the hall.

Kai appeared in the doorway, his eyes puffy from just waking up.

“What are you doing awake, pumpkin?” You ask your sleepy toddler.

“Scared.” Was all he said as he walked over to the bed and lifted his arms up at Rafe. “Up.” he demanded.

You snorted.

“You gotta learn how to sleep alone, bud. You know that, right?” Rafe replied to his son, still picking him up to sit him on the bed despite his previous words. “Just like Nate.”

“Nuh uh,” He shook his head. “I lay with mama.” He crawled over to you and snuggled up right in between you and Rafe, laying his head on your chest.

You smiled up at Rafe, knowing he was feeling defeated. “No..” Rafe replied. “…You’re gonna learn how to sleep in your own bed.

“Like a big boy.” He continued when Kai said nothing back.

“Rafe it’s okay. Just let him,” you placed your hand on Rafe’s leg and patted it. “Only for tonight, right babe?” You asked Kai.

He nodded at that, already knowing tomorrow he’d do it, and succeed, again.

“That’s what you said last night. And the night before that. And the night before that.” Rafe had been defeated, yet again.

He was right though. It was just impossible for you to say no to Kai.

“It’s fine, Rafe.” You placed your hand on your sons back and rubbed up and down, hoping he’d fall back asleep soon.

“It’s not, Y/n. He needs to learn,” Rafe argued. He shifted on the bed to turn off the lamp that sat on the nightstand beside him. “That he can’t just hop in our bed every night.”

“He’s already in bed. We’ll try tomorrow.” You closed your eyes after that as you attempted to fall asleep.

Rafe scoffed lowly. you opened one eye when you felt the bed move — Rafe was getting underneath the covers and once he did he turned on his side away from you and Kai.

“You’re not gonna hold us?” You asked sweetly, slightly leaning your head up.

Rafe sighed, turning back over, now facing you and Kai. He pulled you and Kai closer to him.

Even though he was frustrated at the way you gave into Kai, his heart still warmed up at the feel of his son and wife wrapped up into his arms.

The room fell silent.

Rafe was laying on his side, his long arm extended over yours and Kai’s body as Rafe finally drifted off to sleep..

“Move, daddy,” Kai whined, following it up with a backwards kick to Rafe’s ribs.

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"Oh, shit."

When I went to bed last night with a dull ache in my lower back, I didn't think anything of it. Not even when I woke up this morning, prying Noah's arm from around me so that I could get up to alleviate said ache—which by then had spread to my abdomen and lingered.

But I certainly realized now, as I stood in the kitchen with a steady trickle running down my leg, that this was the start of labor.

My water just broke. It's beginning to pool at my feet, and I'm too stunned to do anything about it. Even as a contraction pulsed its way through me, all I could do was brace myself with a hand against the refrigerator as more leaked from me.

At least it's on the linoleum and not on the carpet.

"Noah!" I call through a strangled breath, the first wave of panic settling in. I don't know if he can hear me, and I don't know if I can move without slipping on my own goddamn mess. "Fuck," I whisper to myself when he doesn't come running in, "you got this, Olivia. Just breathe. Small steps."

I puff out a large breath, lifting my trembling hand away from the fridge to inch myself towards one of the kitchen stools. If I can just make it there, I can take a seat, collect myself, and call for Noah again.

If. The keyword here is if—my legs were not functioning. Each step was proven to be more difficult than the last, my nerves strapping lead weights to my feet and anchoring me down. Maybe it was best if I stay put. One misstep and down I go.

"Noah!" I shout, palming the fridge once again as my eyes squeeze shut from the pain of the next contraction. I grit my teeth and hiss, "I could use a hand in here!" "I'm here!" Noah announces as he rushes into the kitchen moments later. "Sorry, I was in the bathroom—" He takes one look at me and stops himself short, his eyes widening as they zero in on the puddle at my feet. "Oh, shit." "Yeah," I huff out a dry laugh, "oh, shit is right." "Okay, uh..." He runs a hand through the front of his hair, pausing as his eyes bounce back and forth, thinking. "Don't panic. I-I'll be right back. Let me grab a towel, the bag, dry clothes--" "Get me out of this damn kitchen, now, Noah. We'll take care of that once I'm situated."

He gives me a quick nod and closes the gap between us with his hands outstretched for me to take hold of. Cautiously, he guides me through the mess, allowing me to take my time as I walk on stress-induced trembling legs. My heart hammers in my chest from the apprehension of what's to come, and I let out a panicked whimper. If my body is already reacting this way at the very start of labor, I can't imagine how the rest of it will go.

We make it back to our bedroom where he grabs a pair of sweats and helps me change into them so that my bottoms aren't completely soaked, even though there's a chance more will trickle out of me. He sits me on our bed, telling me to sit tight for a second, and I lean back on my hands as I focused on my breathing to regulate my erratic heart.

It doesn't take long for Noah to reemerge. He has our overnight bag slung over his shoulder and he wears a half hearted smile on his face. He's trying to school his features with said smile, but I can see it in his eyes that he's holding back the panic that I know he feels. I do appreciate the attempt; if he stays calm, there's a better chance that I'll stay calm, too.

"You ready?" Noah asks. I glance down at my belly, running a hand over it, and I feel him shift and press against my palm just as another contraction starts. I grimace and hold my breath as I wait for it to pass. Moments go by before I exhale a quiet 'Yeah' when the pain ebbs, bringing my gaze back to Noah. His lips pull into a playful smirk before he holds his hand out towards me. "It's showtime." "It's showtime," I concur, placing my hand in his.

"Alright, so you're about 5 centimeters dilated," the nurse informs me as she puts my gown back in place and stands, throwing her gloves in the trash. "You can get an epidural now if you'd like—" "No! No epidural, please," I nearly beg, shaking my head. My heart stammers from the fear of just thinking about getting one, and the monitor's beeping picks up in pace because of it. The nurse nods in understanding and asks if there's anything else I need in the meantime. When I decline her offers, she flashes me a reassuring smile before exiting the room, letting me know she will be back in a little while to check on me.

"Are you sure, love?" Noah asks gently, brushing my bangs from my dewy forehead. "You've been miserable these last few hours and I hate seeing you like this." "I'm sure," I answer curtly. "Have you seen the size of the needle on those things? And the chance of becoming paralyzed from it? No fucking thank you." "But you're in pain, Liv." "How about you get a giant needle shoved into your spine with that risk?" I snap. He shoots me a wary expression before he reluctantly agrees, taking a seat on the chair beside my bed. "Alright, whatever you want." "What I want is for this baby to come out already," I grumble, throwing my arms down against the mattress with a harsh sigh.

Noah takes my hand in his, giving me a light squeeze before rubbing soothing circles against the back of it with his thumb. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds as I focus on calming down.

I shouldn't have snapped at him; he just wants what he thinks is best for me. He was right, after all. I have been miserable for the last few hours, and he's been by my side the entire time, watching me go through it. All he's been able to do is hold my hand while I crushed his from contraction after contraction, or lay a damp towel on my forehead, or offer me water and ice chips since I'm not allowed any solid foods.

I turn my head towards him, opening my eyes to him staring at me with his lips curled ever-so-slightly in a soft smile. His dark eyes glistened with this...adoration while his thumb continued to absentmindedly brush against my hand. My heart swells at the tenderness of the moment and I find myself grinning back at him.

And then I laugh. Just a quick laugh, but his brows pucker in confusion, and he lets out a timid chuckle.

"What's so funny?" "Nothing." I shake my head at myself. "It's just that I've been a miserable bitch and have done nothing but snap at you or crush your hand for hours, and yet you still look at me like that." "Like what?" He questions, one of his brows quirked. "Like I put the goddamn moon and stars in the sky or some shit." "Or maybe like I love you?" I snort, "Yeah, that." "Odd. It's almost as if we're married and about to have a baby." I chuckle, shoving at his shoulder lightly. "Oh, shut up, you ass."

He winks and flashes me a toothy smirk before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my temple.

Hours have passed, and I want nothing more than to give up.

I'm drenched in sweat and panting, trying to catch my breath in between pushes, but it all just seems so fucking useless at this point. I've been pushing for well over an hour, trying several different positions to see if it made any difference but to no avail. I'm left at my original position on my back with a nurse holding one leg up while Noah holds the other.

He hasn't left my side, hasn't let go of my hand unless it's to wipe the sweat off my forehead so it doesn't go in my eyes as it beads at my hairline. He's been nothing but supportive this entire time, taking the assault on his hand as if it's nothing, like I'm not seconds away from fracturing it. Even when I scream out in agony or shout profanities at him, he doesn't so much as flinch. He's just there.

After the last failed push, I crash against the pillows, absolutely spent. There's still so much pressure in my back and pelvis—I feel like I'm legitimately ripping at the seams—and now my head pounds from the overexertion.

I'm blanketed with this overwhelming sense of defeat as my heart sinks to the pit of my stomach. My eyes start to burn with fresh tears, and my lips quiver before I let out a choked up sob. I can't fucking do this.

I let go of Noah's hand and drape my arm over my face, crying into the crook of my elbow. I feel his fingers run through the front of my hair, kneading into my scalp as he whispers words of encouragement in my ear. He lets me cry it out for a moment before gently moving my arm away from my face, cupping my cheeks with his hands. He swipes his thumbs under my eyes, drying my tears as he looks me straight in the eye, shaking his head lightly.

"You've got this, Liv. You're so close, just a little bit more and he'll be here," Noah reassures me, nothing but candor in his gaze. I shake my head at him, closing my eyes. "I don't—I-I can't do this, Noah. It hurts too much, I'm not strong enough to do this." "I know it hurts, love," he whispers, dropping his forehead to mine. "But you are strong enough. I've seen all that you've done over the years; I know you can do this." "No, I can't," I whimper. "Look at me, Olivia."

I suck in a choppy breath before opening my eyes. All I see is Noah; all I can feel and hear is Noah at this very moment.

“Remember the letter from your dad?” I swallow harshly and nod in his hands. “O-of course. I read it nearly every day.” “And what did it say?” Tears spring to my eyes as I recall some of what my father wrote to me, and they quickly spill over my face and Noah’s hands. “H-he said that I was th-the strongest and most courageous woman to walk this earth.” “That’s right,” he confirms and lifts his face about an inch from mine but keeps his hands where they are. “What else?” My eyes fall shut. I shake my head slightly while my brain scrambles for the words, but I’m drawing a blank. “I-I don’t know, Noah.” “That you can accomplish anything. You’re unstoppable, Olivia.”

If there is one thing that I want you to remember, it’s that you truly are unstoppable; there isn’t a thing in this world that you cannot accomplish.

My lips tremble as the letter starts coming back to me. I can picture his nearly perfect script, each line that he wrote, each word that adorned a smudged letter when his hand was a bit too heavy.

If there is ever a day that you are doubting yourself, I want you to read this over and over until you find who you are again: the strongest, most beautiful, and courageous woman to walk this earth.

"What your dad wrote speaks nothing but the truth. You can do this. C'mon," Noah presses, taking hold of my hand with a tight squeeze. "We've got a son that I'm ecstatic to meet. Your mom has a grandson that she's dying to meet. Let's bring him into this world." I take a stuttering breath and open my eyes, finding Noah staring down at me with determination, his lips pulled into a confident smirk. Swallowing, I wipe the straggling tears away with my free hand and nod. "Okay," I whisper as I puff out my cheeks.

He places his left hand back in its original spot on my leg, holding it up as the nurse does the same with my other leg. I push when I feel like I need to and there's someone counting to ten as I do so.

The counting repeats with the next contraction.

Again.

And again.

After a while, I don't even hear them counting anymore; all I can hear is the blood rushing in my head as my heart pounds. My whole body shakes, and I'm pretty sure I'm screaming bloody murder as he crowns. The pain is unbearable, but I hold on to the promise that this is the worst part and that he'll come soon after. I think. At least that's what people say about crowning.

I keep my father in the back of my mind. And Noah, Mom, Vic, and the rest of the boys. I think about how Dad is smiling down at me and cheering me on, I think about everyone's first time holding him and their reactions. I think about me holding him for the first time, and I let out a little cry as the thoughts consume me.

But then everything goes quiet for a breath of a moment, and I hear the sound of a baby's cry. My baby's cry.

When they asked Noah if he wanted to cut the umbilical cord, he eagerly complied, and relief swamps me as I finally see his little body and feel his supple skin against my chest as he's placed there. I hold him delicately under his bottom, warmth radiating through my body as he wriggles and makes himself comfortable, his cheek squished against my chest.

Noah brushes a hand across the top of my head, and I look up at him to see his eyes are bright and glistening, filled with tears. His lips tremble through his smile, and I involuntarily react the same way, though my tears spill down my face and I sob. I feel whole, complete. Like I've been searching for the meaning of life all these years, and I've finally found it.

"You did good," Noah says quietly. "He's beautiful." "Yeah, we did," I say through a tight throat. "He's perfect." Noah leans down and captures my lips with his in a firm kiss. Not one that's hungry or fierce, but one that's filled with passion, love, adoration. One that tells me how elated he is, one that tells me he's proud, one that tells me he's sure of everything that's to come. And it makes me cry even harder.

A little while later, and he's been checked all over. We have a perfectly healthy baby boy, and a large one at that. Nearly 10 pounds—9 pounds, 14 ounces to be exact—and a hair over 20 inches long. Our mouths hit the ground, but I found myself laughing shortly after—it's no wonder he hurt so fucking much. Should've known he would be large, considering his father's height.

Noah stands behind the bed, leaning over my shoulder as he gazes down at our son in my arms. I had just attempted to feed him after Noah had held him for a while, but it seems that sleep was more important to him as he curls up in the blanket and nuzzles against my chest. He's so precious in his little blue hat, with one of his tiny hands poking out from his swaddle and clinging to me. His eyes twitched ever-so-slightly, and his lips puckered in the most adorable way as he found his way to Snooze Town.

I watch lovingly as Noah reaches down and brushes his knuckle over his cheek delicately, a light smile spreading on his chubby face. "Look at that," I whisper. "Someone loves his daddy's touch already." "Seems so," he chuckles lightly, continuing to brush his fingers against his face. "I loved him before he was even born, but God. Now that he's here..." He trails off. I smile at his words. "I know. It's all so real now..." My mouth drops, and I let out a dejected sigh. "But I feel so stupid because we don't even have a name for him." "No, love, don't feel that way. Sometimes parents have to see their baby first before they can name them."

I try to laugh about not having a name, but I'm overwhelmed with guilt and this sense of humiliation. Who brings a child into this world with no name?

My lips tremble and tears well in my eyes as I stare down at him apologetically. "I love you, baby boy. I'm sorry we don't have a name for you, but—" "Warren." I turn my head, looking up at Noah with my brows furrowed. "What?" Surely, I misunderstood him. "We should name him Warren. After your dad." I'm so thrown off by his suggestion, my breath gets caught in my throat. "Really?" I manage to squeak out. "Absolutely," he confirms and cups my face in his hand, rubbing the apple of my cheek with his thumb. "I know how important he was to you. And I know that letter he wrote is a big part of what got you through this delivery."

His gaze is locked on mine, chocolate orbs bouncing as he searches for confirmation in my blues. There isn't a hint of uncertainty in his demeanor, and my heart swells at the sincerity of the moment. I smile so hard that my cheeks ache, but I can’t keep my lips from trembling as the emotions start to take over. The tears fall, a sob slips from me—Noah immediately brings my head against his chest to hold me as I cry it out.

“I take that as a yes?” Noah asks, pressing a kiss at the top of my head. All I can do is nod, and he chuckles at my response, or lack thereof. “Warren Nicholas Sebastian. I like the sound of that.”

Me, too.

“Man, he looks just like you, Noah!”

It’s been a few weeks, and I finally feel up to having visitors. I allowed the boys to come over to meet little Warren, and that’s the first thing they have to say.

“Great,” I huffed. “I spent 9 months baking him and he ends up looking just like his dad.” I feign a dramatic eyeroll and fold my arms over my chest, causing a chorus of laughter to sound in the room. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Noah quips, shooting me a wink as he hands our son over to Nicholas, whose smile stretches from ear to ear. “I’m pretty good looking, so...” My mouth drops and I let out a scoff. “Are you saying that I’m not?” He shrugs. “Eh, you’re alright.” I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re getting up every time he cries tonight.”

I try to keep a straight face, but between the guys chuckling and the sloppy kiss Noah plants on my cheek as an apology, I crack and join in on the laughter.

“Who cares who he looks like? The important part is that he was named after me,” Nicholas teases, giving him a light bounce and earning a coo from Warren. “Hey, he could’ve been named after me, you know,” Folio whines. Nicholas snorts. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that." "Dick."

Even though I knew that they were joking, I still cringed. It never even crossed my mind that Folio could hold some sort of resentment towards Nick because of it. Thankfully, that doesn't seem to be the case as Warren is passed off to him, a smile breaking out across his face, too.

"Hey there, lil fishin' buddy. Welcome to the world," Folio says to him, gently rubbing his cheek with his index finger. "Don't tell mom and dad," he continues in a hushed tone, "but I'm gonna strap your car seat to the bike and take you for a ride." "Over my dead body, Folio. You haven't even taken me for a ride," I humor. "So, what you're saying is that I need to take you first and then you'll let him go for a ride. Right?" I shake my head at him, fighting a smile. "Sure, Folio. Whatever you say." "Hell, yeah! Mom's on board. Gimme a fist bump," he snickers, holding his fist out to Warren, who does nothing but flash a gummy smile. "Alright, I'm taking him away from you," Jolly steps in, chuckling. "I don't trust you after hearing that."

Folio hands him over to Jolly, who grins down at him and whispers a few things to him in Swedish as he sways him gently. Of course I had no idea what was being said, but I could only imagine it was nothing but sweet and sincere.

Noah sidles up beside me and drapes an arm over my shoulders, pulling me against him before pressing a kiss in my hair. I wrap my arm around his back and lean into him, and all I do is grin as I watch the boys have their moments with our son. I'm filled with joy, this overwhelming sense of peace seeing their bright smiles and excitement while I'm held in Noah's embrace.

It's been a long, testing journey with Noah. From helping me through my addiction and the loss of my father, to opening the bakery and his success with the band, having them take off expeditiously. To the lonely nights, the doubts, and our separation that was nearly the demise of our marriage, and what nearly killed him. To him never giving up on us as I teetered on the edge of throwing in the towel or not. To him holding my hand through my entire pregnancy, to now.

I'd do it all over again if it meant that I'd get to have our little family in the end.

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