#400 celebration

[ellabsprincess]

HELLO?? OMFG THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!! i literally just hit 300 *checks notes* on june 30th so like under 2 weeks ago!! can’t believe the growth of my blog it’s literally insane i love you all!!!

i love each and everyone one of you slutty lovely people :)

#katelyn's thoughts ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ #400 celebration

[brightasstars]

Alec heart eyes 😍 for Magnus.

Happy 400 followers.

Thank you dear @yorit1 for celebrating with me.

This is what I came up with. I really rope you enjoy it.

Love and hugs.

"Bapak?" Rafael's voice reaches Magnus' ears before he opens his eyes, "Can you hear me? Are you back?"

Magnus licks his lips and blinks twice, trying to swallow through the soreness he feels in his throat. 

The outline of his son's face is still blurred but he recognizes his shining black eyes staring at him, full of concern and joy at the same time.

"Rafe…," he breathes out as he blinks some more to adjust to the light that is filtering through the thick curtains of their loft's bedroom, extending one hand to caress his son’s face. 

He tries to sit but his head spins a bit and he feels Rafe's arms catching him up and supporting him until he's been gently leaned on the headboard. The softness of his son's touch reminds him of the way Alec holds him, of the way his husband has always held their children.

"You're getting old," Rafe jokes, but Magnus can feel the trembling edge in his voice, "Your magic should be fully replenished so far but you can't even get on your butt properly."

Magnus snaps his fingers and sends him rolling off the bed and onto the floor.

"Careful Shadowhunter," he chuckles as he hears Rafe swear beneath his gritted teeth.

He opens his eyes fully and looks around, searching.

"How is Max?"

Rafe smiles as he stands up, "He's great. He should be out of the infirmary today in the afternoon. You and dad saved him."

That's when it all comes back to him.

The demon poison sucking the life out of their blueberry's body, his magic slowly but relentlessly thinning out as he kept on healing him, the devastated look in Alec's eyes when he’d asked him to share his strength with their son leaving him behind.

He should be dead. 

He felt like dying the moment he'd heard Max gasp and then shout, coming back to life.

Then how is he still alive?

A cold shiver runs down his spine.

"Where's Alec?" he asks quietly as if he wasn't talking to their shared offspring.

Rafael's eyes soften and turn glassy all at once, as he dips onto the bed again and takes his father’s hands in his.

Magnus swallows and pushes back something close to a tear.

"In the infirmary too," Rafael whispers, "He hasn't woken yet but he'll be fine."

A ragged relieved sigh leaves Magnus' mouth.

"How?"

"He gave all his strength to you after he realized Max was alive and you were instead going to die."

Rafael turns his gaze away to look out of the window as emotions rush inside of him and Magnus thinks of how much he resembles Alec. 

"In the span of a few seconds, I thought I was going to lose you first, then him. He let go of your hand only when he heard you cough. There was almost nothing left in him."

Magnus breathes in through his nose heavily, swallowing down that terribly painful sense of relief and the tears that now have fully filled his closed eyelids.

"I want to be there with him when he wakes," he manages to say as he gets on the edge of the bed and stands, twirling his wrist to remove his silk pajama pants and dress up, ready to go.

Rafael knows he should rest more, but he also knows that if he was in his place, with a son and a husband almost killed, he wouldn't let anyone stop him. 

And he knows his father too. 

So he just nods silently and offers Magnus his left forearm for him to lean onto. 

"Better not portal, yet."

Magnus blinks a thankful yes as his arm slips between their bodies.

Magnus feels a little lightheaded when they enter the huge wooden Institute's door, his energy still going back and forth in waves. 

The faces smile at him and he smiles back, waving his head a little, his limbs feeling heavier as they exit from the elevator and walk toward the glass doors of the infirmary.

Izzy is outside and rushes to hug him, simply holding him a little longer than usual, putting into that silent gesture all the words she can't let out. Her breath is heavy but the smile she wears when they part is brilliant as her wet eyes.

He leaves Rafael's arm and steps in, stopping to look through the glass where behind lays the love of his life. Jace is sitting next to him, Clary standing right beside, holding his hand.

He smiles briefly jolting forward as he's suddenly engulfed in the wild embrace of Max's blue arms.

He turns inside that tight circle and realizes his son is shaking against him as he buries his head in the crook of his father's neck.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, "I … I …"

"Shhh," Magnus soothes him, caressing his back, "there’s nothing to be sorry about. Are you okay?"

Max moves his head against Magnus' chest.

"I almost got you both killed."

Magnus forces him to pull back, "Your father and I have been risking our lives for the last eighteen years. Everything can get us killed every day. It's what we do. The life we have chosen to live. You're young and your life is certainly more precious." He pulls Max again in another hug and smiles, "Good to see you're fully recovered. Now let me go and check over that reckless madcap that is still sleeping in the other room," and he makes a move to go but Max tugs him by his shirt's sleeve.

"You're not mad at him, are you?" he asks.

Magnus laughs quietly and shakes his head. 

He stopped being angry at Alec's unrelenting will to save him at his own life's cost many years before.

"Let me go now, your uncle has stolen my place.”

Max laughs and waves as Rafael enters and walks toward him.

Jace stands up as soon as he spots him coming close.

"He's all yours," he tells him with a soft smile as he stands and walks away, the exhaustion of watching over his almost dead parabatai clear and loud in the shadows under his blue eyes.

Magnus sits and takes a long moment to stare at his husband's pale skin, almost pearly under the neon lights of the infirmary.

He takes Alec’s hand and bends his arm to bring it up to his lips and leave a feather kiss.

His gaze travels lower and stops.

There's a new small rune beside his strength one.

Magnus gently skims his finger over it a couple of times, lost in his thoughts.

"It's an enhancement rune. The Silent Brothers used it to speed up my recovery."

His lover's voice is hoarse and a little dry and those warm tears well up again, tears that he doesn't bother to stop this time.

Alec opens his eyes and Magnus' heart flips and twirls in his chest because no matter how many years have passed, Alec always looks at him as he did the very first time.

As if he was pouring rain after a long drought or a ray of sun peeking through a dark cave showing the way out.

It's still something that startles him each time it happens. As if he still finds it hard to believe that he can have this.

"I'm sorry," Magnus whispers, "for asking you to choose between me and Max."

Alec smiles and the love that shines through it is so devastating that Magnus feels like blushing. 

"I'm sorry for not sticking completely to it."

Magnus sighs and smiles.

"You're younger than me, Alexander. You deserve to survive."

Alec shakes his head.

"They're going to lose me anyway one day. They are accustomed to that. You're their immortal parent. They can't lose you too."

Some more tears flow down quickly from Magnus's eyes.

"And I'm not ready to lose you. I will never be."

Magnus leans down and kisses his forehead, then brushes away some of Alec’s dark locks.

"Do you think I am?"

Alec sighs and kisses him back, just a gentle press of his lips.

He knows Magnus isn't and god knows what he'd do to spare him that pain. 

But that'll be a thought for another day. Today they're all still alive and kicking.

He brushes away the tears from Magnus’ jaw and smirks, "The kids are right. You're getting more emotional and indulgent as time passes. You would have been mad at me a while ago, making me beg for forgiveness."

Magnus tenderly slaps him on his ribs.

"Say that, when I'll have you begging for something else, Shadowhunter."

Alec bursts into one low sexy laughter, Magnus following him right behind as he slips an arm under Alec's waist to hoist him up just enough to kiss him.

When they part Alec is cradling Magnus’ cheek while he is hovering over him, his bright eyes looking so deeply into Magnus’ ones.

They are so different in moments like these, there is something special about his gaze when the Consul is gone and Magnus meets the stare of the man that loves him so deeply, that makes him feel more himself than he has ever been. 

Something that strips him bare from everything else to leave only him and him alone.

Magnus smiles, somehow embarrassed at the burn he sees in there, something that no matter what is going to happen, speaks of eternity.

#malec fic #hmdiscord #400 celebration #prompt requests

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

18 and 31 for ask games!

congrats on 400 bestie! so happy for u ❤️

Thank you babs!!🧡🧡

18. I love the meaning behind the reputation cover so I have to go with that one although folklore is a close second!

31. I am 5'6!

Come celebrate reaching 400 followers with me!

Questions for Ask Game

#asks #got something to say to you* #sitthereinthishurt16 #400 celebration #I did write a bit in one of my papers on rep about who the cover represents the album using theory and stuff and thought it was neat! #I am technically 5’6 and 1/2 but that 1/2 doesn’t matter

[bisousbabie]

i just finished my celebration post, but tumblr broke so i copy pasted it to save it. so i have to redo all the tags

#400 celebration #dovey.talks 🌷

[mockerycrow]

Love your works! May I please get a "don't worry, i'm not going anywhere." with Ghost? Take your time, I love what you write!

400 Follower Celebration

—“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”— With Ghost

Summary: You’re apart of the 141 and Ghost recently had a near-death experience. You’ve been plagued with nightmares about the situation, but you try to hide it from him, feeling selfish about your night terrors. One night, you’re thoroughly convinced Ghost had actually died.

A/N: THANK YOUUU I KEEP BLUSHING ILY AND TYSM FOR 500 FOLLOWERS

[WARNINGS: vomit, detailed nightmares, panic attack, gore, fake-death, angst, hurt/comfort.]

It was always the same nightmare. It was a repeat of that one mission months ago—nearly a year ago by now, where you and your team went to grab some important intel about a new uprising cartel that was showing some dangerous potential. It was a large compound, four floors including the basement, wide rooms with many blind-spots. Using your rifle equipped with a heat signature sensor, you swept room to room, leading your team through the building, putting anyone down who dared fired a bullet at you or your team.

You turn that familiar corner and your heart sinks. You’ve tried many times to change the course of this dream, but no matter how frantically you try to scream about what is waiting on the other side of that door, your mouth refuses to work until Ghost rumbles out, “I’ll take point.” You try to fight every muscle in your body to stop this, but it’s like the dream freezes until you continue down the.. “right path”. Quite literally is a living fucking hell for you, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop it except do what it wants you to do.

“Roger.” You mutter, backing up behind Ghost instead of staying in front of him and leading him the others. The others are always blank faced soldiers in this nightmare, but you know who is who. You pat his shoulder, aimming over him as you walk down the hall close together, hugging the wall. You’ve been through this so many times, you know to eye the floor and you watch the moment happen—Ghost steps on a pressure plate and—BOOM.

You’re always forced to watch it in slow motion; the wall being blown open right next to Ghost, watching the debris scatter everywhere, scraping yourself up as well as Ghost. He raises his arm to shield his face from whatever is happening, unable to process in time that a man wielding a sharp combat knife is pulling his arm back and comes down with it.

You watch the way the knife so easily slides into his rib cage, and it’s almost like you could hear it penetrating his lung like it did—but this time, the man rips the knife out and does it again and again and again—this has never happened before—Ghost’s falling to the ground, his blood splattering everywhere, fuck, it’s like the guy is trying to gut him—but you can’t move. You have to sit there and watch this man. plunge a knife in and out of Ghost’s chest until he finally decides to stab him deep and yank downwards, spilling his intestines and stomach—yet, his lifeless eyes keep eye contact the entire time.

Your eyes fly open, dizzy from your heart pounding and unable to focus, you throw the blanket off of you and you make your way out of whatever room you’re in—you’re too freaked out to know. Your chest aches and feels like there’s a hundred tons sitting on your rib cage, restricting your breathing. You keep walking until you bump into something and you manage to focus enough to notice it’s the bathroom door. Your hand shakily grabs the doorknob and opens it, and you already feel the vomit traveling up your throat.

You end up bent over the open toilet, body heaving with every exile of the contents of your stomach, which by this time of night is mostly just bile. Your head is spinning and your hands keep shaking and by this point, you really don’t care how clean this bathroom is. You lean your elbows on the toilet rim and hold your head in your hands, trying your best to stifle a sob, even though all you can smell and feel is his blood on your fingertips. Your tears drip down your cheeks and collect at your chin before dripping off.

You keep one arm on the toilet seat to keep your head propped up and the other goes around your stomach, which is twisting painfully inside of your gut, ripping another sob from you. You gag into the toilet, but you’ve already thrown everything you had inside. Your throat and nose burns from the stomach acid, but it doesn’t compare to the emotional pain of losing Ghost. You just stood there and watched him get gutted—why do you deserve to grieve when you could have prevented it in the first place? Someone killed the Ghost, and you let it fucking happen.

A large hand sprawls across the flat of your back which is accompanied by a low, gritty voice. Whoever it is says something, but you don’t quite hear them. It’s probably Price, trying to comfort you, trying to say there’s one thing you could’ve done to stop it, but you know there was something you could do, anything you could’ve done.

Price calls your name and you go to shove him away, but his hands wrap around your wrists, and the voice is more insistent. You choke on a sob and shake your head, struggling against him until you hear it—his voice. “Fuck, [Name], can you hear me?” Ghost’s voice. It’s his voice.

No. Your mind is playing tricks on you and you won’t fall for it, you won’t let yourself go through this horrendous grief for a second time. You try to curl up into a ball, wanting to grab at your hair or your clothes, just anything but be here. “Look at me.” His hands grab your face and force your face to look at him and..

It’s him. It’s Ghost.

All of your noises stop for a moment as you stare with wide eyes that are full of unfallen tears, eyes full of grief, all for him. Ghost stares back at you with uncharacteristically wide eyes, and you can see the way his hands are slightly trembling—he’s worried about you. Ghost’s eyebrows furrow when he sees your expression of anguish. “Hey—hey, what happened?” Ghost’s voice is so quiet, like he’s afraid you’ll break if he speaks any louder. Your hands come up to his mask and touch it and you burst into a harsh sob again, throwing your arms around him.

Usually, Ghost would hesitate. He would be reluctant to reciprocate such personal touch, such desperation, but he pulls you close into his arms without a second thought. Your hands grab his shirt and you breakdown into his chest, wetting the fabric with your tears. His heart slipped a beat because he’s never seen you like this—has never seen you break down this horribly.

He’d be here when you were ready to talk about it, but for now he’ll stay to hold you until your shoulders stop shaking. Ghost moves to sit on his bottom and you whimper in fear, like he’ll leave. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

#call of duty #call of duty mwii #cod mw2 #mw2 2022 #mw2022 #modern warfare ii #cod #mw2 fanfic #mwii #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x gender neutral reader #simon ghost riley x gn!reader #ghost x gn!reader #gender neutral language #angst #hurt/comfort #nightmare trope #crow’s 400 follower celebration #modern warfare 2 x reader #modern warfare #modern warfare fanfiction #modern warfare two #modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod mw ghost #mw2 #mw2 x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ‘ghost’ riley

[almightaylor]

RWRB TEXT POSTS: PART 40

#okay that’s 400 textposts hehe #happy 6 months of rwrb!!! #here’s another set of tp to celebrate 😄 #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #rwrb movie #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #taylor zakhar perez #nicholas galitzine #rwrb memes #rwrb shitposting #rwrb textposts #almightaylor #rwrbsource #rwrbedit

[midnightcelebrities]

Katy Perry

#Katy Perry #celebrities #singers #celebs #photoshoot #glamourous #100 club #200 club #300 club #400 club

[stealingpotatoes]

every year i think "there's no way I can draw as much as I did last year" and then then I make myself look like an idiot. ending 2023 with a genuinely disgusting number of arts this year:

anyway call me a tree bc i'm abt to get real sappy: thank you all so much for a genuinely INSANE year in terms of how much i drew, how much i improved, and how much LOVELY support i've gotten!!!!!!! like my followercount more than quadrupled from the start of the year and i just can't believe?? there's this many of u?? that like my art???????? dead on the floor i love you all SO much!!!! thank u!!!!!!!!

#end of year art summary #much like last year this insane number is artfight's fault LOL #bit cringe that 2 months just have weirded out studies as the best of the month LOL. even if theyre nothing like the originals #also i feel like i have a nice balance of all my styles here for once LOL #like 1 3D (ok 2 -- the 1 pixel art is done in 3d); 2 illustration; 3 realism; 2 lineart; 2 ms paint and 1 illineartstration (last one) #god. i think my new years resolution should just be to draw less or smthn #this is 400 more arts than last year #like i UNDERSTAND that u become quicker every year bc practice. but surely not 400 arts quicker #theres still a few hours left of the year but Celebration Times so wont draw til 2024 #ALSO FUNNIEST THING. I DIDNT DO MY FIRST ART OF THE YEAR TIL THE 4TH SO I THOUGHT 'OH THIS'LL BE A SLOW ART YEAR' AND THEN--

[wayfayrr]

✦ 400 Follower Raffle ✦

I'm shocked to have another event up so quickly!!! I can't thank you all enough for getting me to the point where I can post something like this, even though I say that most times it's always more shocking than the last to be able to say it again <333

Going back to a raffle this time so let's lay down the rules!

✦ The grand prize is a fic of 2k+ words ✦ Second place is a fic of approximately 1.5k words ✦ Five runners-up will get a set of headcanons each

Now onto the rules for entering!

✦ You've got to be following to enter ✦ Like, comment on or reblog this post (one entry for either with a max of five entries per person, although only one entry will be counted if you win) ✦ I'll be choosing the winners at 12pm GMT 20/04/24 and contacting them for the details of their prize

again thank you all for the chance to do this, and good luck to everyone<3

#400 HELL YEAH BABYYYYYYY #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #yandere link #linked universe #botw link x reader #moss✦celebrates

[akimao]

Ken "Draken" Ryuguji + kawasaki zephyr 400

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WIP

#to celebrate my new draken action figure #lo dedico a tutti i santi caduti mentre disegnavo il motore 😅 #akimao #my art #draken #tokyo revengers #ken ryuguji #cafe racer #kawasaki zephyr 400 #motorbike #digital painting #digital art #process gif #ドラケン #happy birthday kenchin #kenchin

[spiderfunkz]

city of stars , blurbs — [ chore ] sender does a chore they know receiver hates doing + tasm!peter because he’s such an acts of service guy <3 me personally I hate cleaning the bathroom so I’d literally propose on the spot if he did that for me <3

[ chore ] sender does a chore they know reciever hates doing + tasm!peter

warnings : all fluff, established relationship, mentions of food, gn!reader, this was so rushed i'm sorry ml.

peter is 100% an acts of service guy!!!! he's so sweet i am so☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ also sorry this took a bit i've been really busy with tests and didn't have time to write this

apple cinnamon, strawberry glaze, and chocolate sprinkles. you repeat in your head, making sure you bought the same donuts as the ones you wrote in your journal.

the walk was nice, you finally had some free time after a while and chose to treat yourself with some alone time, and donuts.

the wind blows through your hair as you spot an orange leaf by a tree. fall was coming very soon, you can basically feel it.

the weather was perfect, it was cold. cold to the point you can finally wear sweaters again and buy overpriced hot chocolate almost everyday. but not cold to the point you have to hibernate in your apartment for days because the air outside will freeze your lungs.

speaking of apartments, peter was staying over for a bit. after noticing that you've been busy with work all week, staying over and checking up on your was the least he could do.

the keys jingle as you open your apartment door. "pete! i got the donuts i've been craving, do you wanna try some?" you yell out, eyes still focused on the door you're trying to lock. you were met with silence.

"peter?" you yell again.

"in here!" he replies, the voice was coming from the - bathroom?

you put the donuts on the kitchen counter as you walk towards your bathroom.

you haven't had time to clean it yet, poor peter was probably frightened by the sight of the wilting flowers near the sink, or the used candles by the tub, or even the old empty perfume bottles by the mirror.

but as you reach the door frame, it looks clean, it smells clean.

peter was smiling like an idiot with a lemon air freshener in his hands.

"you cleaned my bathroom?" you question, cleaning the bathroom is something you've always avoided or waited til' last, since like, forever. you weren't gross or lazy, you just hated every bit of it.

"yeah. you were busy, and i remembered that you said you hated doing it so i figured, why not do it you know? plus this air freshener was on sale and it smelled great." he explains.

"and the flowers by your sink were wilting, so i got you new ones." he added, you look towards the vase as it was already replaced with new ones.

"they're fake though, sorry." he pouts. "i just think you deserve flowers that'll last forever. or if you want i can buy real ones and i'll take care of it from time to time." peter awkwardly smiles.

you rush towards peter for a hug.

"you're the best peter, really." you squeeze him. "anything for my, ladybug."

#🪐 blair's 400 celebration. #tasm!peter #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker imagine #tasm!peter parker imagines #tasm!peter parker fluff #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm #tasm x you #tasm x reader #tasm fluff #tasm imagines #tasm imagine #tasm peter #tasm peter parker #tasm peter imagines #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagines #peter parker imagine #the amazing spiderman #spiderman

[brightasstars]

I don't even know how but there are 400 of you following this blog....

It feels like being connected to the universe.

Thank you 💜

To celebrate you can ask me anything, give me a prompt and I will write a 500 words ficlet or do a moodboard

#400 celebration #thank you #ask me

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

@getaway-complex my big ole thumb accidentally deleted your ask :( but here are my answers!

17. I would absolutely want to pick Taylor’s brain on “evermore.” Considering everything it’s about, I would be interested to know if she ever thought back in 2016 what her life would be like in five years and if she thought she would ever reach a point to discuss her feelings so vulnerably in a song. Like I wonder how she reached the decision to be able to approach that topic in a bit more detail and if there other ways she had been thinking about doing it potentially.

19. I would love for Taylor cover to “Landslide” by Fleetwood Mac.

#getaway-complex #400 celebration #tumblr has been a bit funky for me today sorry! #a lot of the stuff on evermore is interesting since she didn’t get the chance to talk about it like she did folklore #I think her voice would sound so pretty doing landslide

[casiia]

[ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ]

pairing.:. jake sully x reader

genre.:. smut

word count.:. 2.7k

warnings.:. smut (minors dni), subby jake! breeding kink, soft dom reader, size kink, choking, degradation, self degradation, use of "mommy", use of “daddy” (once), use of "good boy", slut and whore, finger sucking, face slapping,  belly bulge, gagging, ONE mention of a gun (not used in the hanky panky), neytiri is a mom alr (IDC GO AWAY)

synopsis.:. jake wants to hold on having kids but you're done with waiting, and you are gonna do something about it

author's note.:. thank you guys for 400 followers! (452) i love each and everyone of you stinkas <3 ik sorry for the wait (a month...my bad) but i hope you guys think this is good (or idc what u think) cuz writing for sub jake was lowkey SO hard. i kid you not i wrote and rewrote this 3 times and the ending is still rushed, but what ele is new. ENJOY YOU SLUTS!

“are you almost done?” 

finalizing the braid with a bright yellow bead, you turned the young girl’s head towards the water; her reflection shimmering against the ripples of the river. the girl smiled widely, brushing her fingers through her newly styled hair.

“is that really me?” she turned to you in disbelief, her hands still tangled in her hair as if it were to disappear at any moment. 

“mhm, do you like it, meii?” standing from your kneeled position, you stretched your legs with a grunt, your knees popping loudly at the change. following her as she crawled closer towards the stream, a smile grew on your face as you watched her reach into the water,  her face becoming distorted as the once still water became disturbed.

“i love it, thank you! come, i want to show mother” grabbing your arm with her wet hands, she dragged you away from the open forest and towards the glowing lights of the village. meii stumbled over her feet while waving at her friends – exchanging jokes and shouting teasing remarks as she pulled you clumsily to her home.

“mom, look at my hair! don’t i look so different?” frantically shoving you inside the tent, she let go of your arm with a squeeze, standing proudly in front of her mother to admire.

“you look beautiful, my sweet girl, did you thank y/n?” neytiri reaches for her little girl, pulling her down to press a light kiss to her forehead. she continues to chop at the food in front of her, preparing to add it to fire.

“thank you, y/n!” running over to hug your leg, meii giggled cheerfully, the beads in her hair clinking with each swish of her head.

“you’re so welcome little meiimeii” pinching her cheek with a smile, you patted her head softly, letting her cling onto you for just a moment longer. 

“meii, why don’t you go play with your friends for a little bit. just make sure to be back home before eclipse.” neytiri waves off her daughter, her ears twitching at the high pitched giggles and the fading sound of footsteps.

“here…let me help you with that.” dropping to your knees in front of neytiri, you reached for a bundle of the bright green veggies, tearing and picking at the leaves. a comfortable silence settled around the two of you, the faint and distant sound of the fire crackling set you at ease.

“thank you for doing meii’s hair. she’s been feeling left out upon her friends, i’m sure she’s boasting to them right now about how good of a job you did” neytiri glances up from her cutting board, only to let her eyes linger on yours for just a second.

“it was no problem, i like spending time with her. in fact–” a deafening cry cut you off; immediately alarmed, you hastily stand and make your way to where the noise was coming from. a crib. “neytiri, would you mind if i just held him for a bit? i hate hearing him cry like this.”

“please, go ahead. my poor boy can’t go a couple minutes without crying, he’s a fussy one” 

leaning down to pick up the aggravated baby, you cradled his head against your chest, patting his back as you rocked him against you. his intense sobs turned into hiccups, a now calm state washing over his tiny body.  “he’s beautiful, i can’t wait to have children of my own.”

“hm, have you not been trying? you and jake sully have been mated together for a while, surely i thought you would at least have one child running around causing havoc.” with a lighthearted laugh, neytiri puts down her knife, stretching her arms high above her head and sitting back to watch you hold her baby in your arms.

“jake doesn’t want to have children yet, he’s too immersed in this life of fighting.” brushing a strand of hair out of the baby’s eyes, you drop your head with a heavy sigh. “i want to respect his wishes, but everyday when i see the children playing amongst the clan…i can’t help but feel a little saddened. perhaps i’m being selfish—“

“nonsense! it is selfish of jake sully to deprive you of such joy, just because he wishes to continue his path as a hero. if you are ready to be a mother, then make him realize you are done waiting.” neytiri’s tail swishes angrily behind her, eyes wide with emotion. she put a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it encouragingly. “you should talk to him, take initiative. that’s what i did, and look where i am now.”

“thank you neytiri, if you don’t mind, i think i will go talk to him.” flashing her a reassuring smile, you carefully handed her baby back, leaning down to press a kiss to his small forehead before heading out of the lightly lit tent and to your own home.

✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“i want a baby”

“what are you talking about?” jake looks up from his half built gun, setting it aside to welcome you with open arms. leaning back and pulling you into his lap, he smiles against your skin as he peppers kisses all over your face. 

“i’m serious, jake! i know you said you wanted to wait but i’m done.” pushing his face away from yours with a sigh, you put both of your hands on his large chest, putting a small distance between the two of you. 

“you know what i think, baby. don’t you want to live a little longer, a kid would just get in the way” jake shakes his head with a chuckle, rubbing up and down your sides in an attempt to soothe your frustrated state.

“don’t say that. children are a beautiful gift from eywa…do you doubt me as a mother?”

“what? why would you even think that” jake furrows his eyebrows in confusion, his wandering hands stopping to rest on your hips. “i’m mated to you for a reason, i know you will be an exceptional mother and do well when carrying my children.”

“then why make me wait? i’m done living this wild life, i want to settle down.” repositioning yourself in his lap, you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers toying with the loose strands of hair that fell from his braid and staggered around his shoulders.

“i’ll give you a baby, but i’m busy right now” jake presses a wet kiss to your shoulder, before trying to wiggle you off of his lap.

frustration showing in your brow, you grip onto his shoulders, squeezing your thighs against his to stop his movement. “you’re not listening to me…”

“i’m listening to you, baby. i want kids as much as you do but daddy’s busy. m’not gonna say it again”

“no. i told you, i’m done waiting.” you tut with a laugh, watching his face morph into one of disbelief.

“watch what you’re sayin—“

“nuh uh. you’re gonna let mommy use you, yeah? be a good boy and put a baby in me” pushing him to lie down, you straddled his waist, letting your fingers teasingly dance across his exposed skin. 

“do you understand?” smirking down at him, you roughly grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you. 

“yes, i—“ 

“yes, what?”

“yes mommy, gonna be such a good boy f’you” jake whines, his ears flattening against the side of his head as submission overtakes him.

with a satisfied nod, you tilt his face up to meet yours, giving his jaw one final squeeze before letting go. “good boy.” licking your lips slowly, you bowed your head down to reward him with a kiss. sloppy and wet, he mewled into your mouth. his calloused fingers find their way to the back of your beaded top, pulling lightly at it.

you slap his hands away with a scowl, grabbing his wrist and pinning them next to his head. “no touching until i say so, do i have to go over the rules again?” nipping at the tip of his ear, you teasingly pinch his sides in warning.

“no! no, i’ll be good. m’sorry i couldn’t help it” with wide eyes, he watched you shake your head disapprovingly. your smaller figure slipped off his lap and pried his legs apart, settling yourself in between his thick thighs. pressing your lips to his neck, you smiled against his skin, quiet moans filling your ears as you suckled a pretty purple hickey under his jaw. trailing wet kisses down his torso, you wrapped your arms around the fat of his thighs, lying in between them. feathering light kisses along his dark blue stripes, making sure to linger longer as you neared his groin.

“mommy please…”

“be patient, pretty boy. i’ll give you what you want.”  slowly untying the strings of his loincloth, you tossed the fabric to the side, revealing his semi-hard cock. “you’re not gonna move a muscle, okay? m’not gonna let you cum if you disobey me.” wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock closest to his pelvis, you looked up at him with a smile feigning innocence, his cock twitching in your grasp.

“please mommy! need you bad” pushing himself up onto his elbows to get a better look at you, whining loudly when you squeezed his girth, blowing a cold puff of air over the head of his cock just to watch him writhe under you. “please no teasing.”

“oh poor baby, why shouldn’t i? you’ve been teasing me all this time, making me watch women of the clan play with their children while denying me of that joy.”

“m’know! i’m sorry, was bein selfish…please, forgive me!” jake grunts when you press your tongue flat against his slit with a happy hum. dollops of clear precum leaks from his angry blue tip, oozing onto your awaiting tongue.

“momma forgives you, just promise to give me all your cum, kay? i’ll give you the prettiest babies.”

“p-promise! m’so hard, wan’ to cum so bad.” jake spreads his thighs further for you, his tail swishing erratically from under him, the soft hairs tickling your shoulder. throwing his head back with a loud moan as you continue to suck around his tip, his nails dig into his thighs, obeying your rules in not touching you.

pulling off of him with an audible pop, you pat his thigh mockingly, crawling out from your spot in between his spread legs. “i know, baby boy. but m’not gonna waste any of your cum, need it inside f’me.” untying your own loincloth, you then delicately pulled your beaded top over your head, revealing every inch of your body to him.

“fuck. you’re so beautiful, please, let me touch you.” jake, now sitting up with balled fist, you can feel his eyes burning holes in your figure as he stares at you with need, his now fully erect cock twitching painfully.

“i’ll allow it, since you’ve been so good for mommy” a quiet giggle escapes you when he instantly reaches out to hold you, tugging you impatiently into his lap. reaching down to grab his aching cock, you pump him one last time, shushing his whines as you tap his sticky tip against the inside of your thigh. 

“inside! please, it hurts.” dipping his head down to lick your uncovered nipples, he purrs into your chest, large hands groping your breast. 

“be strong, boy. y’know how much i hate it when you complain.” rubbing his veining cock through your slicked folds, you moaned softly, prodding his bulbous tip against your clit. your fingers sticky and wet from your mixed fluids, you relaxed in his arms, pushing your digits past his parted lips.

“momma loves you so much, yknow that right?” pressing your fingers against his tongue, you pushed them deeper down his throat, loving the sounds of his gags. “how do we taste, kitty?” gurgling out an incoherent response, his wet muscle swirls around your index finger, low whimpers vibrating through your hand and feeding at the hunger in your core. you chuckled at his expression, hooded eyes that were filled with tears, furrowed brows, and chin covered in thick, shiny spit. pulling your fingers out of his mouth, you smeared his drool all over his face, cheeks sheer with his saliva. 

“sucha dirty boy, you like being treated like my slut don’tcha?” patting his cheek with a coo, you kissed his puffy eyes before licking away the tears that spilled down his face – the subtle taste of salt coating your tongue. 

“love it. m’love you too, know you’re gonna look so beautiful carrying my future.” leaning into your touch with a content sigh, he nips at your collarbone, hips jerking with urgency. the weight of his fat cock presses against your stomach, leaving a sticky residue on your striped blue skin. 

slapping his wet cheek with a groan of displeasure, you shook your head disappointingly. “what’d i say about being patient?” rubbing at the red mark that formed on his face, you leaned down and pressed a loving kiss to his cheek. “you promised to be a good boy, tell me what’s wrong.” 

“want to stop hurtin…wan’ fill you up with my cum.” whimpering as you continued to stroke the sore on his face, faint sobs wracked from his chest when you lightly grazed his leaking tip. 

“if you want mommy to make you feel better, quit whinin and beg for it like the good little whore you are.”

“please mommy, i’ll be good for you for the rest of the night. let you use me, milk my cock for cum. won’t complain anymore i promise! please, please, use me like the whore i am.”

“that’s better, you better keep your word. m’not playing with you.” leaning back to spit on his length, you pump him once, squeezing his tip and aligning him with your dripping cunt. sinking down on him with a shaky moan, you grip his shoulders, hissing lightly as you stretch painfully around his girth. “fuck baby, so big.”

“ngh- fuck you’re so tight.” throwing his head back with a grunt, he leans back on his elbows, watching you bounce on his cock through his thick lashes. “feels s’good, mommy.”

steadying yourself on his chest, you bit your lip with a groan, his already throbbing cock filling you up. “look at that baby, fuckin into my stomach.” with his balls smacking noisily against the globes of your ass, you press down on your bulging tummy, watching the imprint of his dick grow with each swivel of your hips. 

“gonna put a baby there, watch your belly swell with my cum.” his head hitting the floor with a soft thud, he pressed his palm into your abdomen, mewling as you clenched around him. “fuck don’ do that, don’t wan’ cum yet.” 

“cum for me, pretty boy. m’not close to done with you yet.” staring down at where the two of you connected, you spread your folds, watching his thick and veiny cock disappear inside on you. pressing your thumb down on your puffy clit, you dropped your head with a moan, circling the sensitive bud hastily. 

“oh fuck, c-cumming!” grabbing your hips with a bruising force, he dug his heels into the ground, bucking his hips into you as thick ropes of his cum spurted from his throbbing cock and deep into your cunt. 

“mm, such a good boy f’mommy. not lettin you go just yet, give me another and cum with me this time why don’t you. i know you can do it”

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Ericca, my love. A huge congratulations on your follower celebration. You deserve every single one and a thousand more 🥳❤️

So... I wanna push you out of your comfort zone a little and request a little drabble made from a gif and I'm gonna choose our dear Rumlow 😉

But also... can I pair it with a kiss prompt? "If you win, I'll kiss you"

No pressure at all, since you haven't written for Rumlow before, but I hope this could inspire you 😁❤️

My lovely Lily,

Thank you for being such a good friend to me, you’re always so supportive and encouraging. And thank you for following me and being a part of my celebration. It means so much to me that you read my fics and our daily chats are some of the best parts of my day.

And thank you for this ask, I’m REALLY nervous about writing for Rumlow so I hope you like what I did here. Oh and it’s a little more than a drabble 🤣

Never Again

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of domestic abuse, injuries as a result of said abuse, lessons in boxing and Krav Maga, little violent.

Word Count: 3.9k-ish

Summary: You’re relatively new in town and you start working out at a nearby gym where you notice someone there that could help you with a problem from your past.

A/N: So yes this is my first time writing for Rumlow, I’m terrified but I had fun writing for someone new. And it’s a little longer than I intended but such is life! I hope you like it. And this has a very J Lo in Enough feel to it.

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You passed that building every day on your way to the gym. It was intimidating to look at even from across the water, wondering what was inside, wondering if anyone was looking down at you as you drove by the large complicated building with more windows than you could count but it was the building that he headed for every day after his workout.

Well, he did on the days that you and he finished your workouts at the same time.

Sometimes you would sneak into the part of the gym that had the boxing ring and watch him while you jumped rope, not well, but it was passable. He was amazing to watch, dominating his sparring partners with what looked like a combination of fighting styles.

Boxing, Krav Maga, Karate, and probably a few more but you didn’t know the difference. You had no idea how to fight, but you wanted to learn.

It might be helpful the next time your ex finds you because you knew there would be a next time.

The daily routine of trying to cover your bruises with makeup was exhausting and you didn’t want to do it anymore, you didn’t want to be scared anymore so you decided you were going to approach him.

He had a daunting look to him, wild brown hair, amber colored eyes, days old stubble, and his face always looked like he was filled with a dark rage but you had caught him smiling a couple of times when he wasn’t busy being cranky. So he did know how to smile but it was painfully obvious he didn’t do it very often.

After an aggressive run on the treadmill, you turned to step off and crashed right into him. He looked annoyed at first but when he looked into your eyes, his expression softened. You immediately apologized.

“Shit, I am so so sorry. Are you ok?” You asked, wiping the sweat off of your face.

Anger returned to his face when he looked at yours.

When you had wiped the sweat off of your face, you had taken some of your makeup with it, uncovering the greenish-yellow bruise around your eye that you had forgotten was there.

“Who did that to you?” He asked with a gruff tone to his voice.

Not remembering you had a bruise around your eye, you replied to his question. “Did what?”

He moved in closer and feeling his breath against your eyelashes, he gently turned your face toward the mirrors along the wall.

“That! Who did THAT to you?” He repeated again.

Quickly turning away from the mirrors and breaking away from his touch, you lied to him.

“Oh I’m just really clumsy, I walked into the corner of the door.” You said.

He seemed annoyed with your answer. “Right, if you say so, Miss. Have a good day.” And with that, he turned to leave.

But you didn’t want him to. “I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”

“WAIT!” You called out.

He stopped, turned and waited for you to catch up to him.

“Teach me…please.” You begged. “I’ve tried restraining orders, the police, they won’t help me. I feel like you might be the only one who can…I’ve seen you fight.”

He dropped his bag from his shoulder, placed his hands on his hips, and glanced at the ground before returning his gaze to you. The heat coming from his body hit your exposed skin and sent a shiver down your spine.

The muscles in his arms flexed as he pinched the bridge of his nose and returned his arms to rest at his sides. Bending at the waist, he picked up his gym bag and started to walk away.

Your stomach dropped as you watched him walk away before he turned to look at you once again.

“Be here tomorrow…noon. I’m Brock…Rumlow. Be ready to work. If you are thirty seconds late, I’m walking.” He said.

“Of course, yes I will be here Mr. Rumlow.” You said in a shaky tone. “I’m y/n.”

Brock cracked a slight smile. “Just Brock, sweetheart. I’ll see ya tomorrow. And do me a favor…”

He closed the distance between your bodies so he could whisper in your ear.

“Leave those bruises uncovered. I want you to take one more look at them because after I’m done with you, those will be the last set of bruises he’ll ever give you.” He growled and he walked away without turning back.

You had a feeling you were in for a long afternoon tomorrow.

**********

The clock said 11:45.

You made sure you weren’t just on time, you were early, changed and ready to work. You saw Brock walk in and head straight for the locker room, he was dressed in what looked like tactical clothing, all black from head to toe and black boots. He noticed you waiting for him and he held up one finger as if to tell you “one minute” or “be right out.”

You had done as he requested and left all of your visible bruises uncovered. The one around your eye was going away but you could still see the greenish-yellow mark on your face and also the hand and fingerprints on your arms and neck.

Feeling self-conscious, you tried to position yourself in a way where they weren’t so visible but it didn’t do any good. You felt like everyone was staring at you, even though they weren’t. They didn’t look as bad as they did before and they were also taking a long time to fade.

He emerged from the locker room dressed in black shorts, sneakers, and a white muscle shirt, plus his signature sour look to his face. But you had to admit, that look was rather sexy.

You watched carefully as Brock taped up your hands and then taped up his own. You were a fast learner so you should be able to tape up your own hands tomorrow, if you lasted through your first workout.

“Ya ever done any self-defense or boxing before, sweetheart?” He asked.

You shook your head before answering him. “No, never.”

“Ok…well, hope you’re ready to work.” He said.

“I am.” You replied.

And he did work you, he worked you harder than you’ve probably worked out ever before. He started with the basics…how to stand, loose knees, elbows tucked in, and the basic punches.

Brock showed you the jab, the cross, and the hook. Then taught you some of the basic combination punches: 1-2 (jab-right cross), 1-1-2 (jab-jab-cross), and the 1-2-hook-2.

Your time together went by quickly. And more than once you had caught Brock looking at the blue and purple marks on your upper arms as you threw punch after punch, encouraging you and praising you for when he thought you did a good job.

During one of your water breaks, he asked you, “When did you leave him?”

He caught you off guard, you weren’t expecting him to converse except when he was giving you lessons but it was nice to talk to someone that wasn’t yelling at you. Brock was surprisingly gentle.

He would always ask and make sure it was alright before he put his hands on you to show you something and his voice was stern but he never yelled at you which was comforting.

“Oh, awhile ago but he always manages to find me wherever I go, hence these bruises.” You pointed to the bruise around your eye.

“And he doesn’t know where you are now?” He asked.

“No, not yet but he has connections and money so I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before he does. This time I thought I’d try a bigger city, maybe he wouldn’t look for me here in D.C. but I’m just tired of running and being afraid, Brock.”

The man of few words had even less to say than he did before. He was silent, the look in his eyes was sad but not sorry. He didn’t seem the type to feel sorry for people but it was almost like he was proud of you for escaping, for leaving when a lot of people would just stay and take it.

You didn’t want to be one of them.

“Why does he keep chasing you then? What does he want?” He asked.

“I took something. Something that meant more to him than I ever did.” You said.

Brock looked like he was on the edge of his seat waiting to hear what you were going to say, before you cracked a sly smile and said,

“I took the cat.” Followed by a light giggle.

A smile stretched across his lips bigger than you had ever seen him smile before and he started shaking his head.

“The cat? You took the fuckin’ cat?” He asked in a surprised tone.

“Hey, Peanut is MY cat, not his!” You said, sass dripping from your voice.

Taking a sip of water, he inched closer to you while you were seated at the edge of the boxing ring and he was standing. Bending at the waist, he rested his hands on his knees so his eyes were level with yours.

You swallowed hard and heat rose to your cheeks as he continued to stare at you before he said in a low voice.

“I just don’t wanna see you get hurt anymore and especially not because of a cat, sweetheart.” He said.

His words didn’t faze you on the outside but on the inside you felt hot, and butterflies appeared from the depths of your stomach but you kept yourself calm and collected before responding to him.

“Well that’s why I have you, right? To teach me, I mean.” You said softly and trying to make it sound like you DIDN’T find him attractive, but you were pretty sure you were failing miserably.

He broke the awkward silence between you.

“Ya ready to do it again tomorrow?” He asked. “I gotta get to work.”

“Oh yes, absolutely but I’d really like to pay you for your time…please?” You asked.

Brock pressed his lips together in a straight line and shook his head furiously. “No, no I don’t want your money, doll. I honestly think you’re a natural fighter and I wanna teach you everything I know so you can be prepared, alright?” His voice was rough and stern.

You nodded and nervously bit down on your lower lip before changing the subject.

“Was that your work uniform you walked in wearing earlier? Can you tell me what you do or if you tell me, you’ll have to kill me?” You joked.

Brock smiled again. “Some other time, sweetheart. I’ll see ya tomorrow, same time.” He handed you a roll of tape. “Ya think you can tape up by yourself tomorrow?”

“I can do it.” You said, confidently.

He extended his index finger to point at you. “Ya know I’m gonna check it, right?”

“I know, I said I can do it, Brock.” You said with a slightly annoyed voice.

You hated being doubted.

“Ok, ok I’ll see ya tomorrow.” He said, throwing up his hands with a smug smile on his face.

**********

6 Months Later

“Come on, you can do better than that Princess!” He said condescendingly through gnashed teeth as you fought to free yourself from the tight grip he had you in, pinned against the wall. “Ya want his hands around ya pretty little neck like this again?! DO YOU?!!!” He yelled. “Come on, y/n!!

Six months ago, he never would have dared to grab you like that or yell in your face but you were much stronger now than you were then.

His hot breath hit against your face, and you managed to turn to the side, your elbow hit his forearm and his hand bent up at the wrist and you were able to quickly elbow him three times in the face.

In the six months Brock had been training you, you’ve managed to graduate from the basic boxing moves to Krav Maga where he really taught you how to protect yourself and how to inflict pain on your enemy.

You were making quick work of the sparring partners he had brought in for you to practice against. They were becoming less and less challenging and there was only one person you wanted to spar against to make you feel like if your ex attacked you, you would have the confidence to fight him off and that was Brock.

He had awakened something inside of you that you wouldn’t have known was there if it wasn’t for him. When he first started training you and said you were a natural fighter, you wanted to prove him right, that you could fight and you had the strength to not be pushed around anymore.

And the only way you were going feel good enough about your new fighting skills is if you could defeat him one on one.

“You’re gettin’ good, sweetheart…real good. Those guys are a little too easy for you, aren’t they. What do ya wanna do about it?” He asked.

“I wanna spar with you, Rumlow.” You said, breathing heavily.

Brock scratched his chin and playfully chuckled at you while shaking his head. “No, you ain’t ready for me yet, doll…you’re just not. You’re good but you’re not THAT good.” He said smugly.

You narrowed your eyes at him and suddenly became very agitated. The man was so sure that you couldn’t beat him, that he wasn’t even willing to give you a chance to prove him wrong.

Working out very close to Brock for the past six months caused you to develop some deeper feelings toward him too. Yes, you were friends but also you felt maybe he had an attraction to you like you had toward him.

There were subtle hints like you’d catch him staring at you while you were taping up your hands or getting a drink of water. Sometimes he’d wink at you when you performed well on a lesson he was teaching you. And he was smiling just a little bit more than you were used to seeing.

Anytime he put his hands on you during a lesson, he would always ask if it was ok or if he hurt you in any way to just tell him.

He never wanted to push too hard in case you weren’t ready for that yet. Sometimes after your lessons, you would take him out for a beer and he’d ask you questions about you ex.

“You can always tell me to fuck off if I’m askin’ too much, ya know. I can’t imagine it’s easy for you to talk about. Please don’t feel like you have answer me if you don’t want to. I don’t even know him but I wanna kill him for hurting ya.” He had said.

You gave him a warm smile. “I don’t really know anyone else in this city except a couple of co-workers. I don’t have anyone else to talk to about it, Brock. No other friends so thank you for listening.” You had said.

You had a feeling that he wanted to kiss you but he didn’t. Did he stop himself because he thought of you as damaged? Did he think he was taking advantage of your teacher/student relationship?

Sometimes it was all you could think about after you went home for the day. You had dreams about his lips colliding with yours, teeth nipping at your chin and jawline, and his calloused hands exploring your body, touching you in a way that you’ve wanted him to from the first second you saw him.

But maybe he was a betting man.

“You don’t think I can win, do you.” You said.

He thought he could catch you off guard by trying to punch you in the face but you were fast and blocked him.

“I ain’t gonna take it easy on ya, Princess. You know he won’t either.” And he threw another punch at you with the other fist, which you also blocked.

“I wasn’t asking you to.” You said with a coy smile before elbowing him in the stomach. “How about a little wager?”

“What do ya have in mind, y/n?” He asked.

You pondered for a brief moment. “If I win, you have to tell me what you do for work that requires you to wear all that tactical clothing.”

“Ok. And if I win?” He asked.

You moved in close so the two of you were sharing the same air, you were both breathing heavily and as your breath hit the skin on his throat, goosebumps skirted across his skin and he gazed down at you with a primal look in his eyes.

Looking up at him through your long dark lashes, you answered. “If you win, I’ll kiss you, since you’re apparently too chicken to do it.”

Brock wasn’t afraid of anything so now he was determined to win. The devilish smile that stretched across his lips told you he definitely wasn’t going to hold back and he would do whatever he had to make sure he wins the bet.

He had taught you to be very aware of your surroundings, aware of things that could be problematic like tables and other furniture that could get in the way if you had to fight off your ex in your own home but right now you were surrounded by gym equipment, the boxing ring, and the walls.

“You got yourself a bet, sweetheart.” He said.

“Well ring the bell and let’s go, Rumlow.” You replied.

As soon as that bell rang, he came after you and throwing different combination punches and kicks at you. Since Brock was bigger than you, you thought it would be best to try and wear him down so he’d make a mistake. You would use his size and strength to your advantage, ducking and weaving as he threw punch after punch at you.

Throwing all of his weight behind those punches was making him tired as you danced around him, punching him in between the shoulder blades and kicking him behind the knees but he didn’t stay down.

The rage in his eyes that you were so used to seeing everyday had returned as he got his second wind. Keeping his punches close to his body this time, he tried to get you to bring your hands down by attacking your body but you pulled him close to knee him in the stomach. Using all of your strength to throw him to the mat, only to watch him roll and get right back up again.

He was fast, really fast, but you took notice of his fighting patterns so you could counter with combination moves of your own.

You had to get him to the mat, it was the only way you were going to beat him. Suddenly you felt a hand around your throat like he had done earlier but this time being in the corner of the ring.

There wasn’t as much leverage you could use against the ropes as you could against the wall to try and free yourself but he left himself open, his legs were too far apart so you were able to take a swipe at his front leg causing him to fall to the mat.

Kneeing him in the chin, he fell flat on his back and you saw your opportunity to wrap your legs around his neck, in the hopes that he would yield…which he did.

“Fuck, your legs are strong!” He exclaimed, breathing deeply and trying his best to catch his breath after you climbed off of him.

You were trying to catch your breath also as you wiped the sweat from your brow. “S-so I’ve b-been told.” You said panting and trying to smile at the same time.

Brock stood up carefully so he wouldn’t lose his balance. Maybe in that brief moment in between your legs, you cut off his air supply which made you chuckle a little.

You removed your sparring helmet and started to take the fingerless fighting gloves and tape off of your hands. He did the same before he spoke again.

“Well y/n…looks like you beat me, fair and square. I supposed I gotta tell you what I do for a living now, don’t I.” He said, looking defeated.

You threw the helmet and the tape onto the mat and slowly walked over to him, still trying to catch your breath. You stopped inches away from him, the heat radiating through his t-shirt as you rested your hand against his chest and the other touched his cheek.

“Maybe another time.” You said, pushing yourself up onto your toes and gently pressing your lips to his.

Feeling how tense his body was, you pulled away and apologized only to have him pull you flush to his chest and his lips mash against yours as if he was trying to flatten and destroy your mouth.

His stubble scratched your cheeks but his lips felt so good against yours, his tongue slipped into your mouth causing you to softly moan and gasp into his mouth.

Winding strands of your hair in his fingers, he gently bit down on your bottom lip and gripped your head firmly as if to keep you from escaping.

But you let your guard down and he knew it so he swept your feet out from under you causing you to fall backwards onto the mat.

“Hey! You yielded, Rumlow!” You yelled, looking up at him. A rare genuine smile stretched across his lips. “Careful, you pull shit like that and you’re gonna end up with your head between my legs again.”

He helped you to your feet, pulling you in close and his voice sounded like a hiss from a dying fire as he whispered in your ear.

“The next time my head is between your legs, sweetheart, it will be because you want me there, trust me.” He said with a wicked smile.

His words, the gruff tone of his voice, the look he gave you…all sent delightful sparks down your spine and a guttural moan escaped your lips as he attacked your lips once again.

Caught in his firm embrace, his lips traced up and down the side of your neck before his hands gripped the hem of your t-shirt. Brock was just about to pull it over your head when you both heard knocking on the boxing ring doors and voices.

“Time’s up, Rumlow!!!” They said.

You broke apart quickly and laughed a little with each other before he yelled to the people outside the doors.

“Alright!! Just gimme a second!” He bellowed.

It’s a good thing your face was already flushed from the workout so the people that walked into the room couldn’t tell that you were blushing. Biting down on your thumb, you waited for him to come back into the ring.

“I, uh, guess we’re done for the day.” You said with a warm smile.

He replied. “Let’s go, doll. I’ll take ya home.”

After many long kisses outside your apartment door, and even though you didn’t want to, you finally said goodbye to Brock. Your heavy make out session at the gym made you realize that before having him in between your legs again, maybe a date first would be a better decision.

Smiling from ear to ear as you closed the door, you placed your keys on the table and put down your gym bag.

And that’s when he made his presence known. There was a touch of acid in that cold, hard voice of his when he spoke.

“Hello sweetheart. You’re getting better and better at covering your tracks. I’m impressed. Miss me?”

He had found you…again. And by the tone of his voice, he sounded like he wasn’t letting you get away this time.

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Could you do the first prompt with the considerate prompt list? Maybe with either Rudy or Alejandro? I really do love your work! Please stay healthy and safe! ♥️

400 Follower Celebration!

—“I know how stressed you’ve been today, so I took care of all the housework. Just sit back and relax, you’ve more than earned it.”— With Alejandro Vargas

A/N: STOPP ANON ILYSM THANK YOU—YOU STAY HEALTHY N SAFE TOO!!! kisses <33

[WARNINGS: google translated spanish, fluff.]

Your laptop’s screen sits at a half written document that’s deadline is in two days, yet your mind sits blank and empty. You watch the cursor flash every half second, like it’s mocking you for not being able to get this done. Your head is leaning on your hand, the ache settling into your eyeballs. You’re hunched over your desk too, which is cluttered with complete projects your bosses decided to hand over to you—it took a good few hours, but you’ve managed to complete 5 late projects for your bosses, which also unfortunately drained you and left you with practically nothing for your own project, which again; is due in two days.

You take a deep breath and rub your face with your hands, trying to ignore the ache in your underside from sitting for absolutely too long. You shift your hips in an attempt to alleviate the pain, and you end up scratching your face and neck in an attempt to ground yourself. You’ve been spaced out, staring at your computer for a while now and you know it’s better to focus that energy into the project itself, but you just.. you can’t help but sit there. You know it needs to be done, your fingers twitch near the keyboard, but you just can’t move.

You hear a tiny knock at your office door, and you know it’s your husband, Alejandro. He’s been on leave for a few weeks, taking his vacation with you. “¿Cariño?” His voice is muffled, but it’s deep so it rumbles through the door. “Come in,” You call, sitting up straighter than before in an attempt to make yourself more presentable. You hear the doorknob being turned and the door opens. You don’t turn to him as you stare at that menacing, blinking, cursor. Alejandro hums softly as he puts his large, warm hand on your shoulder, digging the heel of his hand into your shoulder to massage it. You let out a soft sigh and lean into the touch which prompts him to properly grasp both shoulders, using his hands and fingers to work at the knots in the muscles. He leans down and presses a soft kiss against your temple, murmuring, “I know how stressed you’ve been today, so I took care of all the housework. Just sit back and relax, you’ve more than earned it.”

You turn your head to look at him upside down, your throat slightly tightening at the thoughtful gesture. You feel your eyes burn as a soft smile appears on your face, looking at Alejandro with a look of admiration that he’s returning. “Really?” You whisper, and he nods, leaning down and pressing a kiss against your forehead. “También hice la cena.” You cry out in relief and grin, getting out of your seat and wrapping your arms around him, your bones popping as you get out of your position. He winces in sympathy and chuckles, wrapping his arms around you in return. “God, I missed you..” Your hold tightens on him, finding all of your stress leaving your body in this hug. His fingers draw patterns against your shirt. “I missed you too, you don’t even know, Te quiero mucho, necesitas relajarte más. Tu trabajo puede esperar.” You nod in agreement, allowing him to leave the hug and intertwine your fingers, leading you out into the hall where you smell some fantastic food waiting for you in the dining room.

¿Cariño? = Sweetheart?

También hice la cena. = I also made dinner.

Te quiero mucho, necesitas relajarte más. Tu trabajo puede esperar. = I love you so much, you need to relax more. Your work can wait.

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