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yourgentlegirlfriend · 9 months

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death island leon headcannons with his s/o??

HI babies, I’ve been trying to like keep up with requests and such and i stg i have had so much writing inspiration that i start writing to many things at once.

Here are some DI!Leon s/o headcanons!!

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DI!Leon x GN reader

not spell checked i’m sorry 💔

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- He is DEFINITELY sleepy all the time. Finally getting to see him after work always gets you so excited, rambling on about something you saw at the store today and when you turn the corner, you see him slouched on the couch, his head tilted back and mouth slightly open STILL in his work clothes.

- Before he crashed the bike, he actually really did love it. You’d open the garage to the door to see him inside, focused as all hell on god knows what

“You touch that bike more than you touch me”

you’d joke, hand on your hip as you leaned against the door frame. Leon would just look over at you, rolling his eyes playfully before finally coming back inside with you.

- Likes to act like he isn’t aging, though he is in absolutely perfect shape he often forgets he needs to take medication after his missions or his body will be sore. So when you walk into the room, your hand holding up the small pill bottle with his name on it

“Wasn’t given to you for no reason.”

“I’m fine.”

He would protest, going to sit up trying to hide the groan from the stretching in his lower back.

- He loves you more than anything. He makes that very clear when the two of you go basically anywhere. Anything you laid your eyes on in the store would be yours, anything you touched.

Your fingers rubbing at the petal of a flower, Leon’s eyebrows raising as he reaches over you and shoves the potted plant into the cart. And even when you argue he isn’t here for it at all.

- He’s not a very physically affectionate man, he hates PDA almost 50% of the time but sometimes when the two of you start your way into a crowd his fingers slyly wrap around your waist or grab at your hand.

- VERY overprotective, he’s so afraid of losing you but he would never admit it ever. When he found out about how you and your ex broke up he swore if he ever saw them, they were dead. He doesn’t mean it though, he knows that when he gets frustrated or anything around you, you get worried about him.

- Bed time is always the same every night, you always fall asleep first that’s just how you are. He sneaks in beside you, his nose resting against the back of your head as he pulls you into him, instant relief washing over him when you push yourself back into him.

NSFW WARNING

- Everytime he returns from a mission you know what it means. He comes home so frustrated that not everything works out his way, so he takes out all his frustrations on you.

Soft groans leaving his lips as his strong hands leave red finger print indents in your waist, your breath heavy as he fucks you into the soft mattress.

- He likes to pretend he’s “normal” but you can feel his steady rhythm suddenly stutter when you let out a whimper of his name.

- Aftercare with him is perfect, his fingers playing with your hair as the two of you just stare at the ceiling. It’s perfect till he says something corny like

“So the weather today”

And he thinks it’s so funny, but you just burst out laughing, his arms squeezing you as a smile spreads across his face.

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I hope you guys are doing great, for all of my readers starting a new college semester GOOD LUCK. You’re gonna do great! I love you all :))

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#yourgentlegf #milascreams #leon kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #death island #re death island #leon kennedy fluff

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machatheo · 10 months

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cuddling w/ enhypen

genre: fluff because my heart needs it :>

heeseung

late night cuddles !!

like when you’re about to go to sleep

hee loves falling asleep with you in his arms

compliments every little detail he notices because he has you so close and won’t stop till you’re either a blushing mess or you ask him to (but he does love seeing you get shy)

heeseung likes laying on the side and hugging you from behind, wrapping his arms around your frame and holding you close

it makes you feel very safe

jay

cuddles you literally anywhere and everywhere he’s got a chance to do so

plays with your hair and sometimes surprises you with a visit to the tickle town

doesn’t overdo it though, goes back to cuddling pretty fast

he also likes to hum to some songs he found out about recently and you always leave your cuddling sessions with a new song to add to your playlist

always updates you on his day and listens to what you have to say so it’s never gets too silent

jake

he gets SO happy when you come to him

opens up his arms widely with that pretty smile of his

very comfy to cuddle with (source: i just know it)

If you’re laying on a bed, he loves to lay his head on your chest and wrap his hands around your tummy and just listen to your heartbeat

he says it calms him down and honestly, how can you say no to that?

also kinda goofy. you’re always laughing at something he says and that makes you very comfortable around him

sunghoon

he’s very awkward at first and doesn’t know how to act around you, cue where does he… put his arm?? …his hands?? he’s so lost (p.s. you find him very cute)

once you do settle in, he’s still quite stiff

you kinda have to take initiative yourself so you get yourself comfortable and wait till he relaxes

if you’re watching a movie, sunghoon forgets he’s cuddling with you and relaxes faster lol

once he throws all of his worries out the window, he absolutely loves having you this close to him !!

also he plays with your fingers and it happens so naturally that he doesn’t even realize

sunoo

cuddles incoming along horror movies or dramas he wants to watch with you !!

which is more like both of you screaming and hiding under the blanket (this fits both the horror movies and the dramas lol)

but then you always squeeze sunoo in a tight hug and feel safe and secured

sunoo likes to entangle your legs with his for no reason at all

to be honest he just wants to be as close to you as he can and that kinda helps

most of the times you both stay in the same position for a long period of time, so when you pull apart you have to stretch to the point you hear your bones popping

jungwon

your cuddles are very comfy especially when jungwon always wears those oversized hoodies of his and you get to bury yourself in his chest

sometimes he indulges you in small conversations but most of the time, it’s silent

you don’t mind it because you can hear his breathing and his heartbeat and you’re content

sometimes he does like putting on some peaceful music from his phone just so he can vibe together with you

jungwon’s definition of cuddles translates to the time for him to rest and spend time with you so really all he does is just relax fully

niki

cuddles are most likely to happen when you or him are tired/exhausted

your favorite moment of the day is when niki comes into your room, falls on the bed and lays there like a sprawled starfish, urging you to come to him

you can tell when he’s in the mood for cuddles because he gets really affectionate

tends to snuggle into you and just bask in the warmness

he falls asleep first and you just stare at him like a creep, appreciating his beauty. then you also fall asleep and both of you wake up, limbs tangled together with each other

niki will definitely say he had the best sleep of his life because you were next to him

#enhypen fluff #enhypen jake fluff #enhypen sunoo fluff #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon fluff #enhypen niki fluff #enhypen jay fluff #enhypen heeseung fluff #enhypen jungwon fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen

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genshinlover101 · 2 years

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ellooo! is it okay to request lazy mornings with ganyu, keqing and any other women you like? like just laying down with her cuddling and kissing and teasing each other if it's okay, it's fine if you don't want to and you can ignore if requests are also closed

Lazy Mornings with Her

Characters: Ganyu, Keqing, Yae Miko x gn! reader

Warnings: Sexual innuendos on Yae Miko’s part

A/n: Ah there were so many women I imagined that could’ve fit this but I couldn't help but picture Miko fitting this headcanon

• Whether Ganyu liked it or not she was bound to fall asleep anywhere and everywhere for her afternoon naps. They were mandatory regardless of her workload and no matter how much this baby tried to reject them. So in the mornings, you bet she was hard to budge.

• You’ll almost always wake up first, cuddling Ganyu till she woke up from her long slumber. She’ll greet you with a big stretch accompanied by a yawn. Maybe it was her whole-grain diet, but her morning breath smelled like fresh mint even if she was so self-conscious about it.

• She was all too tired to get up in the morning to wash her face let alone take a shower, so she’ll curl into your arms and fall asleep with the help of the scent of your morning musk. Bonus points if you pet her already sensitive horns she might sleep and talk sweet praise to you.

You’d be damned at how hard it was to wake up every morning. At the other end of your full-sized bed, an indent indicates a Qilin resting in a fetal position. With a sigh, you thought about how nice it would be to spend just one day without any worries with Ganyu.

In adoration, you picked up a strand of her hair that spread towards you. Ganyu used to be so self conscious of it, she thought it was ugly and stood out too much for how fluffy and vibrant it was. until you continuously complimented her, they were like fluffy blue clouds. Your thought was interrupted by her head nuzzling into the pillow, signaling that she had woken up.

“Good morning love,” you whispered. Ganyu’s head picked up to turn and stare at you with her half-lidded eyes. Her peach-colored lips and eyes were swollen from the night. “You should go wash up with cold water before your face stays like that for the rest of the day.”

She mumbled some frustrated gibberish, acting like a child throwing a tantrum as she turned around frantically and burrowed her head in your warm chest. “Let me rest for just five more minutes,” she begged, squeezing into a tighter ball.

At her ancient decaying age Ganyu was quite immature when it came to her beauty sleep. You’d expect the morning light to fall upon her every day as she grew accustomed to the disappointment of waking up. But instead, you were blessed with this sleepy head. Just the thought of her adorable clumsiness made you grateful to spend every morning with her as you curled up behind her and cradled her as she dozed back to sleep.

• Keqing was restless, although that didn’t mean she didn’t value her sleep. The Yuheng was well aware that if she didn’t get the recommended eight hours she wouldn’t function properly. Any less or any more was no good to her.

• Naturally she’ll pop out of bed first, doing her routine makeup and putting her hair up in her cat-like pigtails. She’ll even cook herself breakfast, and if she found you weren’t awake yet she might make a little extra for you as a sweet gesture to make sure you ate.

• However on the slim chance Keqing had some spare time in the morning, she’ll use it to sit up against the bed frame and read the newspaper on recent affairs. You’ll open your eyes to your lovely purple-haired girlfriend and crawl into her lap as she continued to read.

You let out a loud yawn before struggling to open your eyes, the accumulated crust from your sleep added weights to your eyelids. That was until you smelled an unfamiliar comforting scent of expensive cosmetic products. Your eyes shot open as you saw your girlfriend sitting up against the bed, reading the newspaper that you had picked up the day before.

Your gaze was fully accounted for as she met your eyes with a gentle smile. Her hand reached to cup your cheek, stroking your peach fuzz with her thumb. “Good morning sleepyhead,” she softly spoke. “You’ve been sleeping for quite a while now, it’s almost been an hour since I’ve awoken.” You groaned not feeling well-rested at all, you’d kill for an extra hour of sleep.

After a long night, you naturally drifted from Keqing’s embrace, bear crawling across the sea of sheets to feel the missing warmth. You clutched around her waist as you hoisted your head upon her lap, she adjusted her newspaper to rest upon your neck as she drew circles on your scalp with her long nails. “You must be really tired today huh? Is this the kind of show that I miss every morning?”

You didn’t mind her snarky comments about your behavior, fully absorbed in the moment. Her milky thighs put your overpriced pillows to shame. Just the silky feeling of a woman, especially your woman, made you want to be impossibly close to her. Entertaining your legs as you hugged her tighter, you swore if you could crawl into her skin you would.

You planted a small kiss on her exposed thigh, earning a light giggle from her. “I love you, you know that right?” She admitted. She only spoke sweet affirmations to you after you two shared a kind moment in private, nowadays this rare mundane occasion of waking up next to each other was the only opportunity you had. Sighing as you soaked up the moment and her presence altogether.

• Despite being the Guuji and owner of a publishing house, Miko got an awful lot of sleep. This sly Fox would snooze her alarm till hours had passed from her planned time. Occasionally she’d wake up extra grumpy, destroying her alarm with a single thunderbolt.

• You’d wake up first, solely because you’d wake up to her loud alarms and constant abuse of her snoozes. Desperately you’d try and go back to sleep, but you knew better than anyone that no one dictates Miko’s sleeping circumstances other than herself.

• you’d wake up to her in her barest state. Her unwashed scent, matted hair, and baby smooth skin that was exposed by her revealing pajamas make you absolutely feral at seven in the morning. Additionally, if you were extra lucky you might see her tail as she lets her guard down.

Once again that annoying sound you despised too deeply, the symbol that it’s time for your girlfriend to wake up. She smashed the top of the alarm clock for the fifth time this morning, her sultry voice groaning as you felt the feeling of coarse fur rubbing side to side against your bareback.

Opening a single eye, you saw her pink tail wagging against you. It didn’t take long for you to look up and meet the stare of your girlfriend. Her half-lidded eyes as she looked down on you, her hand supporting her head as she rested on it. “Good morning,” her smokey voice made you shiver in excitement.

Her hand reached over to run her thumb over your neck. Her touch felt surprisingly sore as she massaged a specific area, you couldn’t see it, but there were purple bruises scattered around your neck. Your eyes widen in realization when remembering the night you two shared “Don’t tell me you don’t remember now hmm?” She ridiculed “you’ll break a pretty lady’s heart if you say yes.”

You cringed, not wanting to remember to save you the embarrassment as you burrowed your head into your pillows. “Judging on your reaction it seems you remember it perfectly clear,” her tongue clicked in satisfaction. “I was starting to think after all we’ve done you wouldn’t remember the mischief you caused me.”

You started to regret waking up to her in such a teasing mood. Trying to pretend you were asleep as you remained motionless, but your blush spread as far as your ears, exposing the fact that the spicy night you two shared was clearly on your mind. With a single blow of hot air from Miko on your ear, you sprung up from your comfortable bed in a single motion. Fleeing the entire situation altogether.

#ganyu x reader #keqing x reader #yae miko x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #ganyu #keqing #yae miko

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the-arkaives · 3 months

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MEGA autism rambles below the cut. heres my kai drew smfs dissertation. cuz im normal yhat way (@pastriibunz i am a MENACE)

so much (for) stardust;

and the thousand deaths of a young god.

first off this whole thing is entirely pointless if you don't listen to the song. do it. right now. you will NOT regret it.

...did it? mind blown? okay cool.

we begin on the second sentence of the song; "burning myself down, burning myself down, burning-" on a funeral pyre. kai drew burns away like gilded plastic and we see that she holds the match to her lips. and we see she is burning alive. and we see the people around her. "i need the sound of crowds or i can't fall asleep at night, i can't take my thoughts and i, i can't take my thoughts and i am awake." kai is blazing spotlights burning at a pyre for the media and she looks up and smiles and waves for the fans. she chose this fate, she says. she bears it. do not pity her, she pleads. it is to keep those around her warm. it's the least she could do, she lies. the adoring fans buzz around her, staticky, like a swarm of ants, and they give her respite. nearly. she is loved, isn't she? she is wanted? right? please? she provides them with warmth. the glittery stardust exterior has melted almost to the skin. it is the burnt skin of a hurt child.

pick the needle off the vinyl let it skip to the prechorus. the other parts inbetween thread her together in light strands of stardust, and you know her. "life is just a game, maybe. i'm stuck in a lonely loop, my baby." kai is always searching. kai is searching and she always ends up in the same dead-end michigan town and she leaves and she searches again, it never ends it's just her stuck in a lonely loop, and if you clip off the end of dead-end town you just get dead. she's nearly there, fingertips one aching, scrambling brush away from everything she could want. her hand misses it. again. again. again. again, again, thought we had it all, "so much for stardust! we thought we had it all, thought we had it all, thought we had it all thought we had it all thought we had it all!" she never does though. she punches the picture frames she kicks and screams she loses herself inside her glittery plastic walls that she put up herself. she wonders if god hates her. she knows she is god. she runs away. there is a hall of mirrors and she smashes a bat against each one of them, glass fragments glittering like stardust, climbs in. there is nothing for her there. (read: there is paul and there is emma oh god let them be okay oh please let them hold on. they are dead now. she stares at the corpses, moving or not, and feels her stomach twist every time. she runs again.) she runs again.

"like a sledgehammer to a disco ball, crushin' all my low- low- low- lows, ache it till you make it, ache it till you make it!" kai is fake. kai drew is a perfect shining golden girl, and she is blue and beautiful and her voice sparks like starlight, glitter like stardust splashed across her primed for the cameras skin and her eyes are dark. her eyes are mournful, human, aching brown. sometimes she feels like the minotaur in its labyrinth. she drags her perfectly sparkled gold nails across the bricks of her prison. she has never tasted sunlight. she knows the cold flash-flash-flash of television cameras. she knows cold steel microphones against her lips. she does not know the words to this song. she looks up at the cameras. she wants to plead with them. her brown eyes hold the cold light of a dying star. a star is born. she knows that she is made from stardust. she knows she is a star. she does not know how human she is anymore. she fakes it, still. the makeup feels like a mask sometimes.

"in another life, you were my babe. in another life, you were the sunshine of my lifetime." kai says to them. kai pleads to them. kai prays to them. they die anyways. kai has been dead for a long time. kai drew is a construct, made for the cameras. an idol. religious or not. maybe both. she has forgotten the name of the child in her core. she doesn't know if she's the plastic or the pain anymore, the music or the misery. the child pleads for her mother and her father. she is so young. please. kai chokes back the tears and runs again. she is looking for another life. she's looking for one where she is okay. she's looking for one where they are alive. she aches. "what would you trade the pain for?" "i'm not sure." she utters. what life would she live without all this pain? who would she be? there are burns on her hands running pink and gold and teal. she has been holding onto supernovas for far too long. the veins under her skin flow with stardust and tears. she just wants her mom and dad, man. she's a kid.

"i used to be a real go-getter. i used to think it'd all get better." kai drew is dead and an adult lays in her place a child lays in her place she inhales smoke she exhales stars a supernova erupts in her chest she swallows it down to stardust.

"so much for stardust! we thought we had it all, thought we had it all, thought we had it all thought we had it all thought we had it all!" KAI DREW lives daughter of suffering daughter of music daughter of dying stars and it has been so long since she was real and gods can never age and gods never die and she remembers one million sets of pauls and emmas and she sees one million more and they all die every time; she runs again and the world collapses around her a space drifter as the stars collide in a binary system the stars can never touch they love from afar OR they crash into each other explosion dear together parent and child and die, bright white glow beautiful take a picture like an angel's eye and kai drew is a star and she just needs to touch the other one she needs her mom and dad and the stars collide and she dies again. in doing this the stars become the most powerful things in the universe for just a few seconds as they unravel. but hey. i mean, so much for stardust. it all floats away in the end.

#kai drew #tkwdlm #yeah jm normal...

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sonder-paradise · 2 years

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𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 — 𝐁𝐒𝐃 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

◊ this idea came to me through the form of a woman on tik tok yelling at jane austen so here we are

◊ Characters: GN!Reader, Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Atsushi Nakajima, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Doppo Kunikida

◊ Word Count: 780

— Osamu Dazai

Late-night talks like this one were common between Dazai and you. Staying after hours in the Agency to help Dazai with paperwork was incorporated into the deed.

Dazai's eyes traced your own with a delicacy unmatched. You laughed at the silly joke he had said previously; already he had forgotten it to make room for your laughter.

"You're so charming when you laugh," he whispered.

You paused, staring at the sincerity in his pretty eyes.

His breath fanned against your cheek as he moved closer; Caressing your cheek with the back of his bandaged hand.

"I want to kiss you so badly... but I don't know if that's okay." Dazai's eyes searched yours in a way you had never seen before.

A strange tinge of sweetness and fragility was interwoven in his expression that made your head nod slowly. That little motion made his heart swell.

— Chuuya Nakahara

Another night, another bar. Chuuya sleepily leaned forward, cupping his chin on his hand. You were stunning while talking to him. But his words never reached his tongue fast enough before they were swallowed back down.

Try as he might, you were just another person that he could potentially lose. And even so, here you were chatting his ear off like every other Saturday evening.

"Chuuya? Are you even listening? You look like you're about to fall asleep on me."

"Mhm," he mumbled, reaching out to take your hand in his. He could feel the warmth of your skin against his gloves. Chuuya didn't have to wait long till he was inches away from your lips. His eyes flickered to them back to you.

"Are you sure?" he murmured against your touch, "Is it really alright?"

Your confirmation melted into the form of the kiss pressing against his lips.

— Atsushi Nakajima

Cherry blossoms swam in the sweet air of Yokohama. Still, even with all the wondrous beauties of the world, Atsushi found himself staring at you. Dragging him around during his lunch break, you looked back at him with a smile he always melted at.

He seemed so serious in the middle of the park. With all the pink sakura petals dancing in the afternoon frame, you could have sworn he was distracted by all of them.

You reached over to brush a stray petal out of his messy bangs. "Is something the matter?"

His cheeks warmed, feeling your touch against his hair. He might have melted right then and there.

And in the serendipitous moment, he blurted, "Can I kiss you?"

The laughter that fell from your mouth made him turn a flourishing shade of crimson. But you consented sweetly, tugging him a little closer.

— Ryunosuke Akutagawa

A distraction. That's what he had always regarded you as at least. What else could you be except one? Why else had he felt so compelled to go to you in the middle of the night? Or the first to see when he returned from missions?

Even now, when he was injured from the most recent fight and listening to your mouth spout out obnoxious scolds about being more careful all while you bandaged his wounds, he wanted to keep letting you speak just to hear you.

"Are you paying attention? You have to-"

You stopped, noticing the contemplative gaze in his dark eyes. "Aku?"

"I think... I want to kiss you," he said so softly you barely caught it. "I'm... I'm not sure what's wrong with me."

A sigh caught your breath and you grasped his face in your hands gently. "There's nothing wrong with you. If you want to kiss me, that's okay too."

Akutagawa couldn't help but sink into your embrace.

— Doppo Kunikida

After all this time, Kunikida's morning never changed. Rolling over in bed, his gaze softened upon seeing your sleeping expression. A look of simplicity and serenity calmed his mind while he brushed the hair from your closed eyes.

He had slotted an extra five minutes into his schedule just to admire you in the misty mornings. Though he would never admit that to anyone but himself.

Watching you awaken to his movements, he cupped your cheek with a calloused hand. His thumb brushed against your skin with a beloved precision unrivaled.

"Good morning, my love. I was just thinking about kissing you awake."

You smiled a smile so sleepy he couldn't help but return it. "So why didn't you?"

"I wanted to ask you if I could first, of course," he said simply, "So? May I kiss you, my love?"

#[🖋] writing #yeah so i came out with two writing pieces today #leave me alone #bsd drabble #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya nakahara #bsd atsushi #bsd akutagawa #bsd kunikida #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #atsushi x reader #akutagawa x reader #kunikida x reader #dazai fluff #chuuya fluff #atsushi nakajima #akutagawa x you #kunikida doppo

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blueparadis · 2 years

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━━━━━━━ ❝Mind Games ❞ ━━━━ft. Hanma Shuji

言 content & warnings : afab-reader, explicit mature themes, erotica, mature language, open marriage, ploy relationships,BDSM themes, BDSM terminology, corruption kink, dom Hanma, switch reader, semi-public smut, precis: Hanma crosses path with the golden goose again! wc ~ 1.2k

言 notes : this is my first time writing part two :/

言 links : part I. navigation links

The lustrous lights adorned the hall like twinkling stars in the night sky. The party was prosperously merry yet here you're standing alone hoping for some miracle to happen. The auction was going smoothly as you expected it to be but at the bottom of your heart you could feel something was about to happen, something you were not prepared for, maybe he is gonna return today. It's been months since that night; that night when you woke up in the middle of the night only to find a note beside your bedtable. It read:

"Do not look for me. I'll be away for a while. Do not look for me, it'll get you killed. —Kisaki"

How long you were asleep after he left? It was just getting better, things were finally falling into their place when a dash of wave crumbled your castle of memories. Sure, he wasn't any saint to you but at least he was kind enough to let you stay with him.

Conditions, some conditions surprisingly aligned with your interests; All you had to do is to dress up pretty for him, for everyone that every pair of eyes gawked at you. He said it was for insight; men talk in bed, men trust easy women and that's exactly what you excelled in: being a safe place to spill their darkest secrets.

You tilted your head sideways yet your eyes didn't move from the man who was standing across the hall. He was busy talking with other guests, holding the glass of champagne in his gloved hands. "Who is that man in the red and azure suit?", you asked one of your guards.

He looked at you as if you asked what your name was before answering. "He is the top informer, the sliest and most popular advisor around here, he is part of our circle, ma'am" The last set of words echoed in your ears, rusted your senses, and as soon as aureate gaze fell upon you, desires to taste sin spread like wildfires burning your skin.

You noticed him smile gently before he leaves the group of people to take long strides across the hall. Your eyes kept trailing him until he was right in front of you. "Good Evening Y/N", his voice it's calming, unlike most other men who had nasty ways to greet. But, in this city of bloodshed and punishment, they were not to blame. You cleared your throat before standing up; adjusting the frills of your dress you tucked your hands one over the other saying, "Good Evening Sir!", Hanma who was meticulously observing you cackled lightly thinking how twisted fate can be that the girl he just fucked a few months back doesn't even know him properly.

"It is certainly a great party that you've organized single-handedly", he praises as he takes your palm in his kissing it gently. It seemed familiar, the cold lips that cracked deals like egg flourishing Kisaki's business are now silent waiting for the minimal response your body could give. His touch seemed fresh.

You swallowed a gulp as he rubs your palm staring at you. His frame is tall enough to tower over you as you bow down your head trying to recall if he had been to your playroom or not; not that you could know but the thought of having him inside you while Kisaki watched everything yet you couldn't: It wrecks your mind, corrodes your senses.

"Something wrong Mrs. Kisaki?", he asks, and till now not even once it jammed your ears whenever anyone addressed you with his name. "No, nothing at all", you exhale deeply before continuing, "it's just there are too many prying eyes over me and I'm getting sick of it" Hanma lets out a husky chuckle making you raise your eyebrow at him.

“Did I say something funny?”, you enquire almost ready to walk out on him the moment he starts to answer but you couldn't. He didn't let you; it's almost as if he read your mind. “It’s surprising that you mind stares”, he exclaims right in your ear, basking you in his golden stares.

You jolt as an announcement was about to break without realizing that you grabbed on to his wrist. Every eyes was on the man on the stage. “Do you think it would be more interesting if we don't attend this auction?” , Hanma asks placing his gloved palm over yours. You immediately shrink yourself craving to be protected until your lips mumble the oddest. “Yes, I suppose so!” Hanma's face lits up with a seductive smile as he curls his arm around your back yet careful enough not to touch you as he guides you to the backdoor.

“Why did we came here?”, you ask standing at the edge of the cliff, hands firmly clamped around the railing. Hanma doesn't speak. He has been occasionally watching you until you broke the silence. “Don’t you like the view from here? The whole city... twinkling in lights...”, you look towards the vast stretch totally mesmerized by the view.

“How long has he been gone? ”he asks walking upto your back holding the freshly lit cigarette in between his lips. “I stopped counting!”, you mumble feeling your voice to die but took a deep breath to push back those tears easily. You've grown accustomed to this. Mind went mushy, vision went hazy while you fail to notice that he stood right behind you, face aligning with the crook of your neck.

“Do - do I know you? Somehow? I feel like I do!”, you blurt out but a deafening silence wrecked your mind. You tilted your face a little in his way only to notice his cold, dull gaze as if he woke up from a nightmare. He gets rid of his gloves shoving them inside his suit- pocket as he speaks, “Are you sure you wanna remember?” making you think : ‘,Wait! I really met him before?”

Hanma is just inches apart from your body, he takes his right hand just to cover your eyes and whispers boldly, “Tell me what you want me to do to you...?” Your voice dies, legs quiver, heartbeat races as you feel a rush of memories, remembering that he has been into the playroom, Kisaki's playroom. You turn around only to find his piercing gaze scanning every move as you gasp for air; but your mind corrodes with one thought since a punishment is yet to come as you broke the rules.

Hanma tries to hold you so that you don't stumble but your anger pushes him away. “What’re - what’re you doing? You know we can't— “Shhhhhhh”‚ he hushes pressing his index finger on your lips making you shut your eyes as he holds your chin. A small chuckle and he exclaims, “Look at you always so responsive to my touch!”, and by the time without your realization his other arm already scooped you in his embrace.

You finally open your eyes staring at him with heavy eyelids as he takes your palm and interlaces his fingers within yours. He smashes his lips into yours bending your arm into your waistline while your free hand grabs his nape as you let him suck your lower lip. You can't seem to maintain eye contact but could feel his gaze that had the power to devour your soul. He exhales deeply in your ear pushing you to the brink of throwing yourself in his pool of desires. “So, how does it feel to break the rules?”, he groans achingly in your ear.

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joheunsaram · 3 years

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“kissing as they move around trying to get to a bed, bumping into everything” with namjoon 💕

Dreams (knj)

word count- 819

pairing- Namjoon x Reader

rating- PG-13

genre- fluff, confessing, (un)requited love

warnings- none

an - this was requested to me by two people! i hope you like this ��

You had almost fallen asleep, slivers of the night dancing behind your eyelids, spinning your head into a flurry of a kaleidoscope. You knew he didn’t want you, yet you tried. You let your friends convince you to go to the bar, convince you to confess in a drunken haze when you met him outside as he smoked. For all the fanfare and anxiety, it was relatively easy. Three words spoken in a whisper. A hand on his sleeve right before he turned. I like you.

But now you were here, alone in your bed as your room spun even behind your eyelids. You wish you could blame it on the alcohol, but you were sober by now. Regret seemed to make its home in your heart, but you didn’t want to go back to unrequited pining. Rejection was better than the what-ifs. It was better to leave his pretty dimpled smile in the past than to dream about the impossible.

With a sigh you squeezed your eyes shut, your head pounding, your skin wanting to crawl off your body. Sleep would be good. Sleep would let you shut your thoughts off for a little while till you had to see him again tomorrow at work. You were positive you could pretend everything was normal. You had done it for the past year, hadn’t you? It was easy to pretend that your heart didn’t lurch in your chest at his every passing touch.

You had almost fallen asleep, but then you heard it. A knock. A light rasp of knuckles against the wood amplified in urgency with every passing moment, till you had no choice but to leave the condescending comfort of your mattress and drag your feet to the door. You really ought to have checked who it was before opening the door. But then again, nothing could have prepared you to see him standing there.

You didn’t know how long you just stared at him in silence, the cold metal of the doorknob branding itself on your palm. It didn’t feel real. Perhaps you were still in bed, letting your mind spin you tales of disbelief, but then why did his lips suddenly against yours feel so real? Why did his hands on your waist feel so strong, as if letting you go would make him perish?

It wasn’t like you had imagined it would be, a serenade of bluebirds, a sense of weightlessness - it was grounded, solid, real. You always thought his lips would be the softest of petals, but they were chapped in a way that reminded you that you could've never dreamt this up.

He pulled you against him, walking you back into your apartment, pushing you against the wall. You didn’t care for the photo frame poking against your scalp, not when he suckled on your lower lip with a gentle urgency that made you lightheaded. And when his tongue coaxed its way between yours, it was ecstasy, a euphoria you had long forgotten, spilling out of you in a mewl.

He spun the two of you around, blindly making his way through your cluttered space. The obstacles didn’t matter, books falling onto the floor when he pressed his body against yours on the bookshelf, pausing your joint journey to the bed to get a deeper taste of your lips. You hissed when your shin banged against the coffee table and he responded by letting his hands roam down your sides to your thighs and lifting you up with an ease you thought only protagonists of your favourite movies possessed. Your fingers caressed his hair, drier than you thought they’d be, but then again he did have the terrible habit of dying it every few months. He walked with you to your bed, grunting against you when his hip collided with your desk, sending the cup that held your pens rolling to the floor in a muted crash that was ignored.

When he laid you down was when he left your lips for the first time, hovering over you and gazing softly into your eyes. He moved the wayward strands on your face, memorizing your features, kissing your lips chastely before he spoke.

“You left,” he whispered. “You left before I could say anything.”

“What did you want to say?”

“Something. Anything.” His hands still played with your hair, twirling the strand between his fingers. “Mostly that I like you too.”

And then it was your turn to capture his lips, leaning up to wind your arms around him and pulling him to you as a chorus of his words rose inside your head, warping your memories in a new light as if they were a mere sepia before they ignited. Him always helping you with your projects, him always bringing you coffee, him remembering your lunch order, him bringing you a cupcake on your birthday, him asking you to dinners you were too afraid to go on. All the signs that you mistook as friendship painted a rosy pink like the flush on his cheeks.

In the moonlight filtering through your drapes, you felt his weight on top of you, his lips tracing your skin, and you knew it wasn’t a dream. Your months of feelings were finally returned.

Kim Namjoon liked you back.

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inanotheruniversemusings · 2 years

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cont. of (x)

Kara stares at the phone she’s holding in between her hands, waiting for its telltale buzz. She had sent a message to Lena’s mom minutes ago, asking if it was safe for her to go inside Lena’s room.

(Half of her still can’t believe she’d said safe, as if she’s walking into a land full of mines and one wrong step she takes would tear her from limb to limb. When this is Lena, the one person who vowed she’d never hurt Kara on purpose.

Yet, who are you tore her apart—a bomb flung straight to her heart.)

Through the entire wait, she bounces at the balls of her feet, her toes curling with both anticipation and anxiety when she hears the soft ding and her screen comes to life.

Kara swallows the tight knot stuck in her throat before pulling her message application up to read the reply.

She’s still sleeping

Some form of relief eases the tension on her shoulders, though the way she holds onto the sling of the bag hooked on one shoulder is still tight.

It hasn’t even been an hour since she left the hospital to get Lena’s stuff, and now she’s back, surreptitiously praying that she can spend a few more minutes with her. She’s never thought she’s the needy type throughout their relationship, but between Alex’s Kara, there was an accident and Lena asking who she was the first time she woke up long enough to make sense of things, Kara finds herself clutching at the smallest moments.

And if she could frame each, she would; freeze every second in time, bottle up all the smiles Lena had and would have thrown Kara’s way.

Because she might wake up one day to Lena smiling that smile that’s always been for her at somebody else. And Kara would only have four years’ worth of memories and these small moments left carved on an empty chest.

...

With what’s little left of her bravado, she twists the handle open, pushing the door slowly so it doesn’t creak. Lena’s sleep tends to be light—this Kara knows and found out the hard way—and she refuses to risk this one chance by being clumsy.

She’s welcomed by Lillian who squeezes her on her shoulders as soon as she comes into view.

“I got her things,” she whispers in greeting. The hand not clutching the sling hovers above the older woman’s elbow, with Kara not quite knowing what to do with it.

Though before she can return the affection, Lena’s mom is already pulling away. So Kara simply unhooks the bag full of Lena’s belongings, placing it on one of the vacant chairs by the door.

Then, she ambles to where Lena’s brother is. Lex—a very strict-looking man who has probably spoken a grand total of one hundred words to Kara, from the day Lena introduced her to him and her mother and up till now—only offers a single nod in response.

He returns his gaze at his sleeping sister, a chance Kara grabs to take a good look at him—at the man who bears the same eyes she stares at every night before she falls asleep.

Lex’s tie is loose and askew, hanging low around his neck. His coat is haphazardly thrown over the back of his chair, revealing the many folds and wrinkles all over his crisp white dress shirt. He looks harried in the worst ways, in which Kara presumes he must really be, what with needing to fly back all the way from the other side of the world as soon as Kara told him the news.

Kara can’t help but take comfort at this sight, at the fact that despite not having earned his blessing fully, Lena’s brother will always love his sister; will always put her well-being first over his very own comfort.

She throws him a grateful smile even though he can’t see before rounding the other side of Lena’s bed. The hi, baby she mutters as she leans over is the softest whisper; Kara herself almost doesn’t hear it.

She lets her lips brush at the top of Lena’s hair, planting a light yet lingering kiss. She still smells like Kara’s shampoo and that sends a pang of longing straight to Kara’s chest as she breathes her in.

She feels a comforting hand on her shoulder. When she looks, she sees Lillian smiling fondly at her.

(And if she blinks, Kara swears she can see Lena’s smile.)

A thick, fleece blanket is clutched in her other hand, a dark blue one that she pushes for Kara to take.

“The doctors made their rounds while you were gone,” Lillian explains.

Kara straightens up, making sure to put some distance between her and the bed before speaking. “How was it?”

“She could barely open her eyes. She’s so tired she’ll probably sleep through the night.”

“Th—that’s a good thing, right?” Kara asks, fingers curling on the blanket pressed against her chest to quell the urge to step back to Lena’s side and slide her hand against Lena’s own. “She’d be able to rest.”

“Yes, definitely,” Lillian agrees. “But what I’m saying is… you should stay, Kara.”

At that, Kara frowns, sending the older woman a puzzled look. Because leaving is something she never planned to do, and she honestly thought Lena’s mom already knows that.

“I am. I’ll probably hang around the waiting area though, just in case she wakes up.”

“I meant, stay here,” Lillian clarifies with a soft chuckle. And yet, she can’t help but be more endeared, because all Kara has ever done from the start is to think about her daughter first before anything else.

(She’s always had a soft spot for the younger woman despite her son’s doubts. The day she met her, Lena had been a ball of both nerves and that subtle excitement her daughter couldn’t quite contain.

She’d watched her zip in and out of their kitchen as she prepared dinner, watched the sparkle in Lena’s eyes shimmer when their bell rang and Kara stood at their front door, shyly offering the scones she brought with her since it was hers and Lena’s favorite.

Her heart had grown warm, full, almost bursting at the seams because Lena smiled a smile that she hadn’t seen. Like she had finally found the half of her soul, and ultimately, that had been all Lillian ever wanted for her daughter to have.)

“Go take that seat, Kara,” she presses on when it looks like Kara is going to refuse, jerks her head to point at the empty chair right behind her.

Kara twists around, eyeing it with hesitation. Though her everything is screaming for her to just plop down onto it and be with Lena.

But she knows she can’t just do that, no matter how much she wants to. So she turns her gaze back to the older woman, and asks, “But what if she wakes up and she asks why I’m here?”

“We’ll think about that if it happens. But for now, just sleep.”

“I—” Kara tries to say. Yet, all it takes is just one glance at Lena, and the resolve she’s spent days on building crumbles effortlessly. “Okay.”

...

She’s feeling weak by the time she does get to sit, as though all the pent up things within her are suddenly rushing out of her system.

It’s as if the exhaustion from her listless days and sleepless nights combined, and the bleakness in between those days where she ran on autopilot are finally catching up to her.

It’s honestly a miracle that she’s not falling on her face, or plopping down on the closest comfortable surface that just happens to be the same mattress Lena is sleeping on.

Though, she almost does—almost crawls into the bed and burrows herself onto Lena’s side the moment Lena’s mom turns off all the lights, save for the dim light above the head of Lena’s bed.

Maybe it’s because of the day—this day; maybe it’s out of habit; maybe it’s the intense feeling of missing Lena that’s hitting her harder this time, even though she’s right in front of her.

But Kara manages to hold on onto the last bit of restraint, all the while telling herself that she’d rather have Lena like this, than not have her at all.

So she props an arm on Lena’s mattress, just like how she’s done the last few nights, and carefully picks up Lena’s hand, letting it rest on her exposed cheek as she revels at the ample warmth that Lena’s palm emanates.

Lets Lena’s peaceful face be the last thing she sees before she closes her eyes and whispers into the dead of the night, even though no one but herself would hear it.

(A part of Kara thinks this is how it’s going to be from now on: her shouting into the void that is Lena’s missing memories, and Lena having no idea at all.)

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

#supercorp #myfics #snippets #i stand by good mom lillian luthor #bec lord knows lena deserves it

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inviouswriting · 3 years

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Family with you

Simeon x fem!reader

Some light smuts mixed in, but mostly fluff. Nothing graphic but enough to be cut.

If mc was already a mother when arriving to Devildom with their child. Needed something for myself too.

TW: for reasoning behind the father figure not in as a result of them leaving, or uninterested. Abandoning mc.

When you had first arrived at Devildom, the others were surprised to the child with you. Looking no older than between five to seven and hiding behind you. Lucifer was first to be taken aback by this exchange, and Diavolo immediately is dropping down to say hello.

Things progressed as they normally did afterwards. You had a stronger backbone when it came to threats and reminded the demons that you’ll have their horns and wings if anything happened to your child.

You are single, and comforted your child as best as you can in a world full of demons. Diavolo set up a special way for your child to be cared for while you attended RAD. Spending time with Barbatos, to learn from him rather than be around all the chaos.

When you met Simeon, it was like something clicked between you two. Barbatos had brought your child to you at the end of the day, and Simeon is already enamored by them. His eyes shined at seeing them, and you feel trusting of the angel. Luke sees a potential friend, close in age, able to relax, though he felt more like an older brother figure.

“Why not visit us a little more?” Simeon offers, and you take him up on the offer for any peace and quiet from House of Lamentations. A steady relationship bloomed between you and Simeon. Alot of the time spent guiding both Luke and your child in the right directions.

When Simeon asked how your child came to be, you felt your face hot at mentioning everything prior to Devildom, whether a joyful one or a unpleasant. Your child was someone you never regretted, even out of wedlock.

Simeon understood the question he asked was personal, and remembered how it sounded from an angel.

“I mean genuinely, I am not asking you or putting you under a confessional. I am just curious, do you have anyone in your life... in the human world?” You see the dusting of pink on his face, and it clicks for you.

“No, they’re not in the picture anymore.” At your words Simeon takes your hands into his own, realizing he has a full chance.

“Would you go on some dates with me then?” You are surprised at this, and want to say yes, but your eyes drift to your child playing a game with Luke.

“I’d love to, but who would watch them?” You haven’t quite trusted the brothers, the closest one you feel you could is Beelzebub, and Asmodeus.

“I think Barbatos can, he does enjoy both Luke and your child. I’m sure it would be fine to escape for an evening.” He offers solutions, and you agree to a date. Agreeing was easier than the actual planning.

The night arrived, and you are dressed nicer than you normally are. Asmodeus being supportive and helped with an outfit that accents a Ristorante Six date. Simeon took care of arranging Luke and your child to be with Barbatos to learn how to cook some things together.

All that was needed was you, so Simeon met you at the restaurant. When he first saw you, he thought you really are an angel in disguise. Once inside, you talk about your life prior to Devildom, him learning more about the things you’ve gone through to raise this child, the hardships you’ve faced and he feels more protective of the idea of being with you.

Simeon walked with you for hours afterwards, you went back to House of Lamentations to drop off food you had leftovers from to Beelzebub. Promising him at least a dessert. The rest of the evening was spent walking through the city portion with Simeon. Getting to know him, his ranking as an angel, how he is raising Luke almost as a child of his own.

“More like grandson.” He amuses aloud, and you gently poke his sides. A moment is stilled between you and he takes his first kiss with you overlooking the Devildom.

After that first date, many more were had, till you are sure you are inseparable to Simeon as much as your child is so fond of Luke.

When you became so entangled in your angels life and him in yours. You find yourself yearning for the love you two have made. Seeing him fall head over heels with your child, you laugh at moments when he is tender and gentle teaching them different ways.

There have been only a few fights, only when it came to how you chose to raise your child. A little more firmness than Simeon letting Luke have free reign to learn from his own mistakes. You still had a role as a mother, and reminded Simeon that it works for him, but not for you in some aspects. You reminded your child of boundaries whenever Luke showed discomfort in sharing something.

After an evening of sharing insecurities with Simeon, explaining how hard it has been being alone. He runs his hands through your hair to remind you, you are not alone anymore. You question if he finds you attractive, the hour late, and you both knew Luke and your child sound asleep.

Simeon expresses his desires in you, even when you shyly bared yourself to him, he graciously kissed any marks left on your body from carrying those years ago. Didn’t care of your breasts were a little uneven, or what others have said as a “mom” body. Whether you were skinny or you never lost the weight, belly that sagged or didn’t look right to yourself.

“This is the result of the miracle you have brought into the world. And you are far more beautiful than you realize.” Simeon looks over every spot of you, blue eyes curious to the scars he may see, whether you had a rough pregnancy, or the scars left to save you both. He leaves no spot unkissed, letting you feel truly seen and loved more than the first time a man took interest only to leave later on.

Simeon sees the faint hurt in your eyes when it is reflected after kissing a spot that flared a memory. He replaces that memory with his own touch, reminding you that he loves you even as he loves you till you are clutching his bedsheets or pillows.

In the morning you feel wonderful, renewed and shy as those dark arms are wound around you possessively. Simeon not wanting to let go of you yet, your eyes being greeted to his face first thing, blue eyes meeting yours.

You tease each other, tease long enough that Simeon coaxes you into a softer session with him in the shower together. Where he holds you up against the wall and any of those smut novels never compared to the things an angel has done to you.

When you broke the news to both Luke and your child about your relationship, Luke is surprised and almost unsure, questioning Simeon about whether he wants to risk his job as an angel. Simeon refutes this with.

“There are no risks involved, I’m in love.” You realize he could lose his wings.. you don’t want to make him choose. Your child on the other hand looks at Simeon with love in them. That an angel could literally be their father.

“Does this mean you’ll get married?” The thought crosses your mind with Simeon glancing to you, perhaps hopeful of your thoughts on the idea.

“It might mean that, if he wants to be.” You feel a squeeze in your hand from Simeon, and you catch his gaze. He is successful in the things he does, and he shines unique as an angel.

“I would love that. To have a family with you. Perhaps once we are in the human world?” Simeon asks, and you nod to make that a goal.

The path to marriage was longer, going through so much, that the evening when Simeon actually asks you to marry him, you thought he was joking. It was on his birthday, and you had spent the day with him. Luke and your child set up a pleasant surprise for you both, getting Barbatos and Diavolo in on this unique exchange.

“Of course!” You are happy to no end and Simeon is relieved. The ceremony is held on the spot, as a more private exchange. The brothers agreed once you had chosen Simeon solely.

It isn’t until you were given a honeymoon to Diavolo’s private island that the need for your angel was truly awakened. Spending almost every day with him and night finding out just how much Simeon wanted you more than you realized. You wondered how much he held back from the first time you were together.

Soon you settle into a routine with the new life with Simeon. That it surprised you when you found out you are pregnant again. Fear rises in you, as this was the scenario you had the first time. Perfectly happy, then it came crashing down when the other half didn’t want to be involved.

So you hide it from Simeon, for now. You wanted to wait before you told him, to see if your body could handle another. It isn’t until you are lying down fatigued that Simeon catches on. His fingers are tender as they touch your stomach to sense life, giving you a firm stare for not telling him sooner.

“My love, how long have you known?” He questions, he is already pressing his face to say hi to the life forming.

“Only a few weeks... I wanted to be sure that this one will stay.” Simeon looks up smiling, the intensity in his eyes fades.

“My lamb... how could you keep this wonderful secret from me.” Your hands card through dark brown hair, bright blue eyes peek up more framed by dark skin. He is over the moon and nuzzles his face into your belly.

You smile and feel a little guilty he found out this way. You wanted to tell him, and see him full of joy instead of concern. Though his happy expression keeps you from spoiling him too much. You learn him and his ways of showing love, but this side of him.

You are amazed at how much he dotes and loves you. Seeing the blush on his face realizing all those sleepless nights resulted in a life that is of you and him. That this brings you two closer than ever.

When Simeon looks up he sees your eyes brimming with tears and he freaks wondering if he did something wrong.

“Please don’t leave me...” You plead him, and he remembers that years ago that a child is the reason your first doesn’t have a father. Whether by them leaving, vanishing, or expressing unwanted. He sees the pain return to your eyes, the wound that he had spent so many times trying to mend to heal your heart.

Simeon moves to sit with you and cups your face into his hands as he presses loving kiss after kiss.

“Never will leave you. Not now, not ever.” You tremble in sobs at the shock still going through you of the fear settling in, that it “could” happen. He could grow tired, just like before. When things got tough and they just left.

Simeon sees the hurt still, and it takes coaxing from him to get you to curl up into his side. His colder hands pressed to your forehead as a nausea wave hits you and you let go of all your fears and tell him you are afraid he will leave you.

He assures you, he is there permanently, he won’t leave, not unless you chase him out yourself. And that breaks you of your spell, the fear of pushing a literal angel away overwhelms you and you raise up to kiss him like you haven’t before.

You still had hours before Luke and your child would be home, you spend the next few hours entangled together. You and Simeon on the floor of the house you call home. His hands going over every speck of you, and kissing away your worries. He is surprised when you take initiative to ride him, and your love making with the angel is truly felt through every nerve that you hold onto each other tight.

When you woke up much later, Simeon is next to you in the bed you share, just watching your face serenely. Foreheads pressed together.

“What time is it?” You question him, and start to raise to look at a clock and Simeon guides you to lie down.

“Almost time to make dinner. We still have time before they’re back. Let me spend this time with you?” You look at him and lay your head back down next to his. He seeks out your left hand to rub at your wedding band, while his other hand presses over your belly. He’s more loving here than what he did hours ago, touches you with such tenderness that you feel your heart thudding in your chest.

You indulge Simeon as he presses loving kisses and you both discuss the possible baby names. Simeon ever grateful you choose to be with him and love him.

#simeon fluff #shall we date simeon #simeon angel #simeon x reader #simeon #simeon smut #obey me simeon #simeon x fem!reader #mc is a parent #I tried to include body positivity as some have scars and things we find unpleasant with our bodies #I am also feeling super down lately so needed something to pour my feelings into.

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agirlwhoisaphantom · 3 years

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Our Yellow - Dad!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Baby Barnes's birthday is around the corner, and planning has been a bit stressful. But at the end of the day, everything goes to plan

Word Count: 3800

Warnings: Fluff, slight teasing

Author's Note: I would like to thank my lovely friend for making me write this. It was so much fun writing it. I'm a bit sad that these parts came to an end. I hope you all love this 3 part one shot as much as I did.

Part One: Turning Page

Part Two: To Build a Home

March 12, the day baby Barnes entered the world. Who would have thought baby Barnes would be born around Bucky’s birthday? Such a beautiful little boy with the same ocean blue eyes and brown hair that Bucky had. Leo was practically Bucky’s mini; they were both inseparable.

Bucky was always excited to go home, especially after long meetings and missions. He was always happy because he knew that his two bundles of joy would be there waiting for him. There would be days where he would arrive late at night, and he wanted to spend time with you and Leo, but he truly didn’t mind because he would catch you holding Leo in your arms fast asleep.

Crazy to think that it had been eight years that Bucky had met you. Suppose you were to ask him if he ever saw himself having a family of his own. He would rapidly answer no, but fast forward years later, who thought that he would have a family of his own with the girl he loved the most.

When you first met Bucky, it was an instant click. Your relationship with him rapidly increased. He was the most handsome guy you have ever met. Meanwhile, you were the most beautiful girl he ever laid his eyes on. You both weren’t ashamed of admitting to each other the feelings you both had for one another.

He wanted to know your story as much as you wanted to know his. It was difficult for you to tell him about the things you have been through, thinking that he would run away at any moment, but instead, he stayed and listened to all your demons. When he first asked you to listen to his story, he was unsure if he should. But you stayed and listened to every word he had to say; he appreciated you so much for not getting up and leaving.

It was nerve-racking for the rest of the Avengers to find out about your relationship with Bucky. You weren’t sure how they would react to you dating him. But when they noticed that you both had smiles on your face, your aura was radiant yellow, and there was nothing but pure happiness. They all knew that this was something you both deserved, especially after a long period of sadness you two had experienced.

Out of everyone, Steve was the happiest. He hadn’t seen his best friend be happy like this in such a long time. But now that you were in Bucky’s life, Steve was grateful. Steve was able to witness seeing Bucky get the happiness that he has always deserved.

There would be days where Bucky stayed up longer than you and Leo. Seeing you hold Leo in your arms brought him peace. He wishes he could go back in time to 2016 when Bucky was on the run in Bucharest and let that Bucky know that life does get better, and eventually, he will smile again and find the peace he is searching for.

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A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams you will lose your heartaches

Whatever you wish for, you keep

Have faith in your dreams, and someday

Walking down the hallway, Bucky was able to hear you sing Leo a lullaby. He tried to walk as quietly as he could, so he didn’t interrupt you nor try to wake him up. Leaning up against the door frame, he continued to listen to you singing and watched as you hold Leo in your arms. Your fingers were running through his hair, softly singing into his ear.

Your rainbow will come smiling through

No matter how your heart is grieving

If you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true

Leo was asleep in your arms. As you get up, Bucky gets near you. "Doll, I got him." he whispers gently, trying not to wake him up. You carefully hand him over to Bucky. Carrying Leo in his arms to his toddler bed, his little hand reaches out and holds one of his metal fingers as the rest of Bucky's hand rests against Leo's stomach. Placing him down onto his bed, Leo was fast asleep, but with a strong grip, he didn't want to let go of Bucky's metal finger. Bucky gently wiggles the finger out of his grip, making sure he didn't wake up.

You grab Bucky's hand and start quietly getting out of Leo's room. Gently closing the door, you pull Bucky towards the kitchen. He stops you from walking by rapidly pulling you in towards him and placing his hands around your waist. Leaning in forward to give you a brief kiss on your lips, "have I ever told you that you are the most beautiful, amazing mother" he smiles as he rubs his nose against yours.

You quietly chuckle and nod to his response "yes, honey. You tell me that every day," placing your hands on both his cheeks, "and you are a great daddy" you have a smirk on your face and slightly winked.

Without hesitation, his lips were pressed back to yours. His lips were warm and smooth as they brushed against your own. Your lips were parting to let his tongue explore your mouth and your tongue, feeling the pure pleasure of exploring his mouth. Even though you were craving more, you need to pull away. Pulling away, you place your index finger on his lips. "As much as we want more, we have work to do."

Leaning in forward, he moves your hair to the side, pressing his lips on your cheek and gently kissing you from your cheek to your ear, taking a nibble of it. "Do we have to? Tomorrow we can wake up early and work on it," he whispers in your ear and moving his lips from your ear to your neck.

"Yes, we have to, Bucky. I want his fifth birthday to be perfect" these types of kisses you were receiving were your weakness. It was hard for you to say no to him whenever he would tease you like this. "Please, can we work on this" your voice got soft and gentle.

Bucky stops nibbling on your neck and gives out a small grunt. "Fine, but we are waking up late" he places his hand on the back of your head and pulls you in so he can give you a brief forehead kiss.

Letting go of his embrace and turning around, your back was now facing Bucky as you walked towards the kitchen. You flipped your hair and softly chuckled "see, I can get whatever I want," you whispered loudly enough so Bucky could still hear you.

With his right hand, he slaps your ass. The slap was hard that it was a bit loud. If it weren't for the television noise in the background, you would have been worried if that would have woken up Leo.

Bucky places both of his hands on your waist, pulling you towards him. Leaning in forward, "Just you wait till Sunday, Darling, you'll be paying for every little tease you have done for the past week," he whispers into your ear, "okay, bunny." once again but this time gently slapping your ass.

1:35 AM

Blue or Red? Dinosaurs or Cars? Cake or Cupcakes? How many cups of coffee have you taken? Was Bucky already falling asleep? Even though the party was in two days, you wanted to make sure it perfect. As you turn the pages of your planning book, you notice the amount of crossing and pasting you have done for the past couple of days. The moment you thought you were almost done planning, ten other things were thrown at you.

It wasn't a big deal for everyone else besides you. You were worried that Leo wouldn't have any good memories to look back at when he was older. As you stare at the planner, your heart accelerates, hands get shaky as you wrap your arms around you.

Bucky noticed that you were slowly experiencing a panic attack. He gets up fast from the chair causes it to fall onto the ground. He turns your chair so that you can face him. Kneeling in front of you, "Doll, give me your hands" without a second thought, you agreed to give him your hands. "No matter what, Doll, Leo is going to love the party we are planning for him" he looks at you in your eyes; meanwhile, you were staring at how his thumbs moved against your skin. "Even if it's Cars that are Dinosaurs or Cars that are Dinosaurs. He is going to love it and create as many memories as possible" A soft chuckle escapes his mouth.

You take a big breath as you were slowly calming down. Bucky places his hand on your cheek and softly moves his thumb against your skin. "We should go to bed, it's nearly 2 in the morning, and we both are tired. We can work on this tomorrow," he says in a soft, gentle voice. He was right, it was already late, and you both needed some reason.

As soon as you both start walking to the bedroom, you can feel Bucky placing his arm on your back and his metal arm by your calves. He wanted to carry you to bed. You place your arms around his shoulders. He lifts you, now carrying you in a bridal position. He gives you a brief kiss on your forehead as you place your head on his shoulder.

He notices that you were sleeping in his arms. Bucky gently places you on the bed, covering you with the duvet. He goes back to the kitchen, grabs your planner, and starts adding and crossing things from your list. He works on it for an hour, finishing the last details. "Let's go to sleep, baby, please," you mumbled in your sleep, making it hard for him to hear you.

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Five

“Dad, you are going to lose.”

Four

“I’m definitely not losing.”

Three

“My car is the fastest. You have a slow car.”

Two

“Are you sure about that, sport?” Bucky reaches Leo’s stomach and starts tickling him.

One

Leo tries to push Bucky’s hands. He was laughing uncontrollably. “Stop, Dad. You are cheating”

Zero

“And the Race Begins” Bucky was loud enough that you could hear him from the kitchen.

The cars go around the track two maybe three times. Laughter is shared between Leo and Bucky. Leo's car was in 1st place. Meanwhile, Bucky's car was in 2nd place. "I'm catching up" he had a small smirk on his face.

Leo had a concerned look, eyebrows knitting together and his lower lip forward "nope, no, you are not, dad." he chuckles a little.

Bucky's car was now in first place; meanwhile, Leo's was in second "ah. I'm ahead" there was a bit of excitement in his voice. "And dad pulls in, near to the finish line" Bucky was like a little kid all over again. He always made sure that Leo had a fun time whenever he was home.

Leo looks at Bucky with a concentrated look, squinting his eyes nearly shut. "oh, no," he shakes his head, keeping his eyes concentrated on Bucky. Moving his focus to the track, "I'm in the lead! I'm in the lead!" he screams in excitement. "See, I told you, dad, you have a slow car."

With the two cars close to one another. Leo's car crashes into Bucky's. "I'm the winner!" he gets up in excitement and jumps around. "I'm the winner, dad" he starts running around Bucky and the track. Bucky stops him from running around, picks him up, and places him on his back in a firearm position. He has a strong hold of him as he gets up and spins him around.

You were able to hear Leo's screams and laughter. This didn't feel real to you. It all felt like a dream. Hearing them laugh and have a great time brought you joy. As you finish making lunch, you can still hear them.

Bucky kneels so Leo can get down. As soon as Leo is down, he runs to his toy box and gets an unfinished paper snake that he and Bucky started making a few days ago, as well as painting materials. His little hands full of items, walking towards Bucky he would drop the items one by one and get every little piece he dropped "oops, dad, the snake, doesn't want to stay in place. It keeps falling," he pouts as he waddles with the materials, trying to balance himself.

"Throw the snake, and I'll catch it. Just bring the paint." he gently shouts at him. Leo throws the paper snake at him. Bucky inspects the snake, and he notices that it is nearly done. "Leo, we are almost done with this snake."

Leo forms a frown on his face. "It's not a snake, dad, it's a cobra," with a slight grin on his face "be careful, cause I'm going to make it bite you" a small evil giggle escapes his mouth. He gets the snake near Bucky's hand, making a slither noise as it gets near him "ahhh, dad, it bit you" he looks up at Bucky. "Ummm… now…umm… you are infected" he does the same evil giggle from earlier.

"oh no, ouch. Am I going to- "Bucky lays on the floor as he pretends that he just got poisoned.

Leo shakes him gently "dad, wake up, I found the medicine" he shakes him harder, trying to wake him up. Meanwhile, Bucky is trying his best to hold in his laughter. Leo gets up and jumps onto Bucky's torso. This takes his breath away, making him grunt slightly due to how hard Leo jumped. "yay! You are alive. We have to hurry. We don't have much time left" Leo had a concerned look on his face as he tried to 'save' his dad.

Once you finished placing the plates on the table, you decide you wanted to see what Bucky and Leo were doing. Leaning up against the door frame, you see Leo and Bucky sitting down on the floor, surrounded by art supplies and papers everywhere. It had seemed as if an art supply store had exploded.

"The medicine comes from the cobra's guts" He takes the rubber piece of the paper snake and pulls it out.

"Argh," both screamed at each other as they pulled the rubber band out.

Seeing them being goofs and not give a care in the world made you chuckle. This got Bucky's and Leo's attention, and they both wondered for how long you've been standing there. Bucky points at you with the biggest smile on his face.

"Oh, hi, mom. We killed the snake look." Leo rapidly gets the rubber band and throws it at you "now mom has all the guts," He and Bucky scream as the rubber band was launched at you.

Bucky gets up and runs towards you "oh no, we have to save her too" He picks you up and spins you around. Meanwhile, Leo was still screaming about the guts all over you in the background. "I love you, Mrs. Barnes" while he is still spinning you around, he pressed his lips against yours.

"Ewwww, mom, dad."

This made you and Bucky chuckle. Bucky, let's go of you and tackles Leo onto the pillows behind him.

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Leo’s 5th birthday.

Who would think of thought that your little munchkin was going to be Five already, it feels like just yesterday you were changing his diapers. Being able to witness his first word, his first baby steps, his first anything. Made every cry worth it. Especially having such an amazing man by your side, helping each other every step of the way.

As you comb Leo’s hair, these thoughts go through your mind. He was your little man and seeing him grow every day made you sad yet so happy. “Mommy, I want the red shirt with cars on it” Leo interrupts your thoughts. A smile forms on your face, and you did a soft nose scrunch. Leo was always so independent, but he never hesitated to ask for help if he needed it.

Meanwhile, Sam, Steve, and Bucky were outside in the backyard trying to finish decorating the backyard. Bucky looks around. He wanted everything perfect.

Once you were done helping Leo get ready, he runs towards the backyard. He notices that Steve and Sam were there, and without hesitation, he ran towards Steve. He both loved his uncles and would get very excited whenever they were around.

Steve notices Leo running towards him. He lifts him and spins him around. “It’s my monkey’s birthday today.” Leo was practically screaming into Steve’s ear.

Letting Leo down, he was dizzy from all the spinning Steve had just done. He waddles, trying to keep his balance on his way towards Sam. Before he could make it, he falls. Just in time, Sam catches him. “Woah, be careful, champ” Leo couldn’t help but giggle at the fact he had just fallen.

“Hey, where is my hug?” Bucky reaches out his arms towards the direction that Leo is in.

Leo giggles a little and forms a frown on his face. “No, dad. You get a hug later” He wraps his arms around Sam and sticks his tongue out to Bucky.

“Ha, sucker. He loves me more” Sam raises his eyebrows and has a small smirk on his face.

Bucky crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. He walks towards Leo and grabs him, placing him on his right shoulder. Leo gently kicks and punches Bucky to let him down. As soon as Bucky was near the bouncing house, he throws Leo onto it. Leo was scared at first, but he knew deep down Bucky wouldn’t do anything to harm him. As soon Leo felt his body fall into the bouncy house, he bursts into laughter, so as Bucky.

Hours pass by, and everyone was here. Leo was playing with the rest of the kids, running around the whole backyard. Peter was chasing them with a water gun, getting them all wet. Leo and Peter were practically soaked. Bucky, Steve, and Sam were sitting together side by side. Leo decides to walk behind them and spray them with the water gun. After he did that, he runs towards Peter, hiding and giggling.

Sam got up immediately and grabbed the water gun that was on the table, spraying him. Bucky and Steve stayed seated as they both knew that Sam was going to go after Leo. After all, he did mess with Sam.

The moment Leo noticed the cake that Wanda was bringing. He runs towards the table, nearly almost tripping himself to get there. You sit on Leo’s left meanwhile Bucky sits on his right.

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday Dear Leo

Bucky leans into whispers into Leo’s ear, “what did you wish for, champ?”

Leo looks at Bucky with a confused look. “I’m not telling you,” he shakes his head.

As Leo tries getting a bite from his cake, Bucky pushes his head onto it. Leaving Leo’s face full of cake. Without hesitation, Leo grabs the piece that his face landed on and shoves it onto Bucky’s face, rubbing it all over. Now Bucky and Leo were covered with blue and white frosting.

As you stare around, you notice Wanda staring at you with a ‘really’ expression on her face. You shrugged and a lopsided grin formed on your face. “I’m so sorry, Wanda,” you expressed using your lips. As you turn around to face Leo and Bucky, the cake was gone, not because everyone took a piece but because Bucky and Leo were covered in it. You were unsure if you should feel upset or just laugh at the fact that for the next few days, their faces were going to be stained.

Luckily, you had cupcakes in the fridge in case if this were to happen. You take a napkin and start wiping Leo’s face, hands, and clothes. You used the whole roll of paper towels on him. As soon as you went inside, you noticed Bucky trying to clean himself up. You get near him sliding your finger against his cheek grabbing a piece of cake. He turns around and looks at you. Meanwhile, you lick your finger seductively as you winked.

You turn around, Bucky grabs your hand and pulls you towards him. You were now able to see the smudges of icing on his face. He leans in forward to kiss you, but instead of kissing you, he rubs his face against yours. You had a smirk on your face as you rolled your eyes. He grabs your face, and with his tongue, he licks you from your chin to your nose to your forehead. Trying to remove as much frosting he just put on your face. “Hmm, that tasted good” there is a small pause as he licks your cheek. “I can’t wait for later tonight,” he whispers into your ear.

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It was already nighttime. Leo crashed on the couch holding his new favorite Iron Man Plush that Tony decided to gift him. Bucky picks him up and cradles him in his arms.

You decide to put on music, so time goes by faster, and you can finally finish semi-cleaning.

Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm

And your cheeks so soft

There is nothing for me but to love you

And the way you look tonight

You start feeling the music, and you close your eyes for a sec. Bucky leans on the entrance of the living room, watching you as you sway to the music with a smile on his face. He comes up from behind, wraps his arms around your waist, and starts swaying with you. You both were in sync. “I’m the luckiest person on this planet. Having you by my side has been a blessing, doll,” He whispers into your ear. He turns you around, and you were now facing him. You had a smile, and your eyes sparkled as the light hit your face “god, I can’t get over how beautiful you are” He leans in to kiss you.

You put your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. and you both continue to dance to the music “Bucky?” you pause for a minute listening to the music. “I think it’s time.”

“Are you sure, doll?” his voice gets soft. You look up towards him and give him a nod. “Okay, but this time let’s make our princess” He turns his head and softly kisses your head.

#dad!bucky #bucky barnes one shot #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes #the winter solider #bucky barnes x you #marvel fluff #marvel x you #marvel x reader #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #the winter soldier fanfic #fluff #dilf!bucky

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ilovebokutokoutaro · 3 years

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Ruptured.

Gojo x reader

Warnings: cheating. alcohol. Major character death. Self harm. Blood. Not proofread. Tiny bit of nfsw too ig.

Overview: gojo realising how much he loved you too late.

Again and again and again. He has done this so many times that you couldn't cry anymore, couldn't feel anything anymore. You were like a hollow shell being used for his pleasure.

He said he loved you tho, he did.... didn't he? Oh yes, he did. He loved you so much that every night he'd spend fucking a girl while you waited for him, worried out of your mind.

"I'm the strongest" was all he said when you tried to explain all the worries bundled up in your chest. The sly smile. The smell of bright perfumes, the lipstic stains around his clothes, hickeys on his chest, scratches covering his upper body. It was enough to prove he wasn't fighting curses while you stayed up all the nights waiting for him.

And then he'd come back. Hold you up in his arms after a fresh bath. Kiss you, tickle you, love you like he wasn't going behind you every night. "I love you" he lied so beautifully that you had no choice but to stay.

You were weak, pathetic, your friends would send you pictures of him kissing other girls in the clubs and you would simply refuse to believe it was him. As if you didn't remember his beautiful white hair, his face proportions, his clothes, his everything like the back of your hand.

"i love you" he'd pant as he pushed himself inside you deeper making you cry. Your hands clenched the sheets like your life depended on it. He rutted inside you praising you, telling you how beautiful you were, how you felt so good against him, how much he loved you.

You couldn't hold the tears back, you didn't know if it was from the way your body shuddered against him in pleasure or because of the stinging pain filling your chest as the images your friends sent you flashed inside Your brain.

He'd clean you up later, hold you so gently you couldn't help but melt. "You love me right? Toru?" You'd ask, your voice strained from crying and screaming his name as you laid in his arms.

"i do baby. So much." He answered and you smiled. Letting him fall asleep in your arms before you slid past him. Getting up from the bed as you slipped his huge shirt over your small frame.

His shirt coming down just above your knees, he was a 190 cm long man what else did you expect? You could never sleep knowing you were probably not the only one he praised.

And that day proved it.

You walked around the streets with your hands clenching your phone. "You've to come here y/n, please. I can't let you keep blinding yourself, you need to come here y/n, please" you remembered your friend begging against the speaker.

You knew what it was about. She has sent you multiple photos and videos of satoru hooking up with other girls but you'd refuse to believe. He said he loved you....afterall.

"y/n look I'm sorry but I can't see you breaking yourself like that" your friend cried grasping your wrist in hers as she dragged you inside the club. You scrunched your nose. Disgusted by the smell of cigarettes and alcohol that filled the room.

You let her drag you away as you smiled, you knew it was going to be over today. You couldn't convince them it was not him anymore, you couldn't convince yourself he wasn't fucking other girls anymore.

You saw him, his arms holding the girl up. As she pushed herself on him moaning in his mouth. "Fuck you look so beautiful like this" he growled softly but you could hear it against all the loud screeching sounds that filled the club.

"you look so-" and he stopped when he saw your tiny figure staring up at him. You were smiling and it hurt him more. He didn't feel this scared ever. He....he was the strongest afterall.

His voice stuck in his throat as he stared at you with widened eyes. He dropped the girl down as he groaned pushing through the crowd to reach you.

You turned you heels back, walking away with light pats from your heels against the floor. You were smiling but your eyes said otherwise. Tears spilling down your eyes uncontrollably. "Y/n" you heard him cry out but you didn't stop.

You didn't realise how far out you've come before you looked up to realise there was no one around you. Standing on a lonely street. You stood there as you heard him calling your name. His footsteps getting louder and louder before you felt someone pull you by your arm.

He thought you'd resist so the amount of force he applied made you harshly bump into his chest almost loosing your balance but he held you up.

"y/n" he choked back on tears when he saw your face. He loved you, and today was the only day he realised, right before he'd loose you....maybe forever. He fell down on his knees. His hands coming up to hold yours as he cried. "I'm sorry baby I'm so sorry please don't leave me" was all he repeated over and over again.

Your smile failed. Your lips quivering as a frown painted your face tears now flowing more evidently. "Y/n..." He sighed trying to hold back his sobs and you broke down, your knees giving up on you as he held you right before you could make contact with the floor.

His eyes widened as he saw you sobbing so loud. He had destroyed you so much.....so much. "Was i not enough?!" You cried your eyes shut tightly. "You were baby. You were wayyy more than enough." He cried cupping your face. "THEN WHY?!" You screamed your eyes shot open and his breathe hitched. He did not know why. Maybe because he never realised how much he loved you untill today.

"I'm sorry" he said again and with that you stood up walking back without a single glance. He did not follow you. He knew he didn't deserve to.

"Y/N" he screamed as he hastily entered the building your tiny apartment lied in. It was covered in a thick black vail. Curses roaming everywhere as he used his powers to get to your apartment. There were blood everywhere. But most of the people who lived in the building were saved. Everyone was except you who failed.

He panted as he broke the door to your apartment. Hastily searching every room. "Y/n" he screamed again. Maybe you'd reply, no you will reply. you had to be alive.

And that's when all his hopes came crashing down. There you lied in the bathroom. Your beautiful dress covered in blood. He saw as a tiny curse looked at you, tilting it's head back and forth. He killed the curse in an instant before rushing over to you.

To his surprise there was no injury on your body except a deep cut against your wrist filled with tiny scars of what looked like cuts that were done way before. And it hit him. You had killed yourself and not the curses, or you can say he had killed you not the curses. that's why you were the only one left around the building. The scars looked old as his breathe stuck in his throat. "How did i fail to notice?" He scolded himself.

You were limp against his arms and no matter how much he tried you wouldn't answer. he heard a deep yell of his name in nanami's voice as he entered the apartment. Satoru did nothing but hold you close to him. He leaned against the wall. Your body resting against him. He didn't cry he couldn't cry as he buried his face in your neck. "Go-" nanami stopped as he saw you lying in gojo's arm. They both said nothing but nanami was an observant man. He could tell a lot and he did know about the GOJOU SATORU'S GIRLFRIEND who the said strongest jujutsu sorcerer had been cheating on.

It didn't take him long to figure out you weren't killed by curses and he sighed.

Till this day gojo looked at himself and wondered maybe, just maybe if he realised how much he loved you a bit sooner things would've been way different than they are now. "I love you" he whispered as he rested the flowers against your grave. "Been 6 years sweetheart, I'm so sorry" he whispered again before resting his head against the stone of the grave. He felt as if he was laying on your lap as you twirled your hands in his hair and for the first time after 6 years a tear slipped past his eyes.

#gojo angst #gojo imagine #gojou satoru icons #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #angtsy

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christ0pher-evans · 3 years

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Be Still

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: 18+ Smut / Angst / Mentions of panic attacks and nightmares Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: This was written for @the-iceni-bitch's 1k challenge! Thank you to Natalie for this chance to spread my writing wings a bit further! &congratulations on 1000 followers, may there be many more <3 Please reblog and like🖤

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Prompt - "I'm thrilled by the still of your hand"

2:15am You squint your eyes open, suddenly very aware of the cold chill washing over you. Looking down, you realise the cause of your problem; falling asleep naked from your romantic evening with Steve was intimate but now bothersome as you were coverless and freezing. Glancing over at your sleeping beau, you could see the covers entangled with his legs but the rest of his naked form was exposed. You steal a moment to admire his beauty amongst the tranquility.

Carefully reaching down to grab the covers, Steve’s leg twitches violently and you retract quickly. You wait a minute, worried you’d disturbed him from his slumber.

You knew Steve hadn't been sleeping well since the events in Wakanda, since what people were nicknaming ‘The Blip’. Still ingrained in your mind was the sickening look on his face as he walked back into your home, petrified his worst fears had come true. You had walked into the lounge, nursing a very strong coffee when you saw your defeated fiancé leaning against the wall. Dropping your coffee instantly, you ran straight into his arms, determined to never let him go again. Thus, leading to your earlier romantic date night. A tradition started when Steve came home, where you’d both agreed time was too precious to neglect the importance of one another. A promise to devote even more time and effort to your relationship, a vow to cherish and appreciate.

Withdrawing from your recollection, Steve was now fidgeting frantically and mumbling incoherent words to himself. You wondered if he was awake, but with the glare of the street light in your darkened room, it was obvious he was still asleep. You could also see a heavy layer of sweat coating his forehead and a small amount pooling in between his defined chest; it was unsettling and you knew you had to coax him awake.

Gently placing one hand on his shoulder, you used the other to lace your fingers through his resting on his stomach to show you weren’t there to hurt him. Tracing patterns over the dewy skin on his shoulder and squeezing his hand gently, you hoped it was enough to wake him or at least draw him out of his nightmare and back into a blissful slumber.

Before you could even check if your soothing actions were working, Steve shot straight up, clearly reaching an extremity in his nightmare. Watching him stare forward like he was completely alone, you nervously picked at your nails waiting for his composure, not wanting to startle him further. Soon he was panting heavily and squinting his eyes closed, rubbing them furiously as if to remove the dark images from his mind, evidently swept up in his hysteria. Starting to realise he wasn’t nearing the end of his torment, you felt unnerved about how you would draw him back to reality.

“Steve..”, you barely whispered, hoping the sound of your voice was enough comfort but it just drifted into the void.

The trembling of Steve’s hunched frame and the vice like grip on the covers exposed the unravelling of a broken man, a distinct onslaught of a panic attack. You knew you had to act fast, terrified of what could happen or what Steve would do if this escalated further.

To bring Steve back to reality, you knew you had to take a risk. A bold move that would quite literally shake him back into the real world.

In one swift movement, you were straddling Steve’s naked form and gripping his face in your hands, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“Steve, listen to the sound of my voice!”

“Baby, I’m here,, you’re ok!”

“I love you, I’m right here, you’re safe!”

The feeling of your heart thumping out your chest spread through your body, all the way to your fingers as they continued to grip his face. Time had ultimately frozen whilst you waited for Steve’s reaction.

Hands quickly shifted to grasp your waist, instinctively pulling you closer as Steve found composure in his breaths and a softness in his movements. Staring into his eyes, you found tenderness and infatuation. Steve was looking at you like you were his lifeline; his strength and weakness simultaneously.

A barbaric flood of emotions coursed through you as Steve’s grip turned possessive, pulling you tighter against him and kissing you with a distinct behaviour; urgency. You could feel the desperation as your lips fervidly crashed together, tongues instantly swirling around one another as you united with weighted emotions. Throwing your arms around Steve’s neck, you pulled yourself impossibly closer, desperate to prove you belonged to him.

You moaned into Steve’s mouth at the feel of his cock nudging against your core. The intensity of the situation driving your need, and want, for one another. Steve deepened your kisses, biting on your lip occasionally to draw more obscene moans from you, knowing that they also turned him on.

No words were spoken, demanding touches were communicating exactly how you felt. Both already naked from the night before, Steve lifted you up and pulled you back down onto his hard cock with ease. The uncontrollable need was enough foreplay to have you both squirming for one another.

Naturally feeling the urge to pleasure Steve until he forgets his pain, you started grinding in deep circles, both of you needing to know he was filling you up completely. With a tight grip on your hips, Steve encouraged your movements and pushed himself deeper inside of you, sleekly brushing against your g-spot repeatedly.

Fingerprint shaped bruises certain to litter your hips and red marks from intense kisses left on your chest surfaced like a plea for you to be Steve’s, a prayer for you to unconditionally belong to him.

Keeping your grip tight on his shoulders, Steve began thrusting up into you at a fierce pace. Resting your forehead against his, your body was overwhelmed with a craving for him. The feel of him driving into you was unmatched, every thrust tipping you closer to the edge. Your back arched as Steve pushed impossibly deeper, your eyes rolling back as your head fell back in utter ecstasy. Steve moved one hand to grasp your chin to pull you back to him for an eager kiss.

Your kisses became choked with lust against each others lips as you spoke the first words since this carnal display of passion began, “I’m yours forever.”

Continuing his unforgiving pace which was now spurred on by your words, the rouse of your orgasm quickly rushed to the surface. The filthy moans veiled by Steve’s skin pounding against your own was stimulating you further. As you etched sloppy kisses on his neck and shoulder, the gentle warmth of Steve’s breath graced your body; an intimate reminder of your all-consuming love.

It was then that you realised this was never about pleasure, this was Steve seizing every shred of intimacy between you to ground him, to draw him to you like an anchor. A rushed need of passion to destroy his dark thoughts.

Your body was now so overwhelmed with euphoria and emotion that it felt like it was going to shatter. One of your hands left the support of Steve’s shoulder and fumbled down towards your clit, now desperate for release. Steve’s thrusts were starting to falter so you take over, one hand sloppily tracing circles on your clit whilst the other gripped tightly to Steve’s neck, bouncing up and down on his cock. Steve’s hands were exploring your skins surface like it was the first time, gripping at your hips, caressing your breasts and embracing your face. As your own body started to waver, you settled on passionately grinding till you were both cumming together.

Delicately persisting with your movements, you both descended from the culmination of impassioned highs. Your body convulsing as your orgasm continued to burn through you, Steve’s body also jolting with pleasure.

The only sounds in your bedroom were ragged breaths as you rested against Steve’s chest. Your arms lazily slung around his neck as you gently ran your hand through his hair. Eventually, you raise your head and look Steve in the eyes, brushing your nose softly against his own.

Feeling slightly concerned with his inattentive gaze compared to his usual tender aftercare, you raised your left hand, smiling as you admired your ring like usual before gently placing your hand on Steve’s cheek.

The softness of your other hand placed over his heart, the tenderness of a perfect kiss and with the love in your eyes, you were determined to subdue his thoughts. The intimate touches bought a clarity back into Steve's eyes, a knowing that he was always going to be home when he was with you, a stillness in his heart.

#hoeing to hozier #writingchallenge #congrats natalie #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fanfiction #marvel #avengers #captain america

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celicett · 3 years

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When they find you in pain (Diluc, Kaeya x fem!reader)

A/n: Idk if i’m doing this right, i’ve never published my fictions and i wrote this at 3am in the morning so pls enjoy LOL

Summary: they look for you and find you in pain and thought something happened to u but really you’re just dying from period cramps

Includes: Diluc, Kaeya (individual)

Warnings: none

Diluc

- when he comes back from his night time shenanigans, he’ll question the maids of your whereabouts because you didn’t greet him at the door like you usually did

the maids would tell him you’re in the bedroom and he respectively makes his way there

he opens the door gently and whispers your name in case you were asleep

your back is turn towards him and you’re holding yourself in a fetus position

he does a little relief sigh when he sees you thinking you were asleep.

he approaches you and he takes a seat on the side of the bed, body hovering a bit over you as he takes a ungloved hand to move your hair away from your face

you feel his presence and open your eyes as you turn to see him

he breath hitches as he sees you in tears and his expression immediately turns into one of shock and fear. did something happen?

“darling are you alright? what happened? are your hurt? who did this to you?” he inches closer with every question trying to examine your body of any sign of harm that could’ve came to you.

“i’m in pain diluccc” you manage to whine out, sitting up a bit to see him clearer. his hands move quickly to try and support you.

“tell me who did this to you” he demands.

- when he finds this person he’ll incinerate him tenfold

“my uterus” you deadpanned, he sits there staring at you, blinking once, then twice, and you burst out into a laugh. hearing your laughter brings him back to reality and he does a huge sigh of relief that you’re alright but immediately gets serious again.

“you scared me half to death. don’t ever do that again”

you lean in with a hum for confirmation as he pulls you in for a kiss. suddenly all your pain melts away. just as fast as the kiss, he was already getting up to leave, much to your dismay.

“i’m going to get you some medicine, i’ll be back my darling”

i also would like to think when you guys are sleeping or cuddling together, he’ll leave his hand on your pelvis area as a little pocket warmer to relieve the pain due to his vision making his body hotter than normal

Kaeya

- he would be searching and asking around for you after not seeing you for a while

- needs his hourly “tease y/n till she turns dead beat red” session

one of the knights would tell him they last saw you in the break room a few hours ago.

doubtful you’ll still be there since you’re a workaholic, he heads there anyways

he finds you huddled on the couch, back facing towards him and his expression forms a smile.

“well well well look who we have here. slacking are we?” he coos as he leans into the door frame

when you didn’t reply, his teasing expression drops. he approaches you and sees you in distress. his eyes narrowed as he observed you

his hand goes to move your hair out of you face and you shift at his touch, alerting him that you are awake. he squats next to you

“baby are you okay?” you grunt at his question and you turn your face towards him

“did someone do this to you?” he asks again and you nod. his eye narrow as he thinks of all the ways he’s gonna punish this person condemn them to hell ice boy!!

“yes baby, my uterus” you say in all seriousness, clutching your stomach as another tear rolls down your eye, he blinks once and immediately bursts into laughter

“it’s not funny!!” you yell pushing his shoulder causing him to fall on his ass. a pout forms on your face as he dries the newly forming tears in his eyes.

hey at least both your stomaches are now hurting.

“okay okay” he try’s to calm himself before he dies from your piercing gaze. with a last inhale for breath he stands, he reaches out to pull your face up halfway to meet his and plants two kisses. one on your forehead and then one on your lips. thumb instinctively goes to wipe the tear forming at the outer corners of your eye.

“let me get you some pain meds to fight that battle in your uterus”

#genshin imagines #genshin impact #diluc headcanons #diluc x reader #kaeya headcanons #kaeya x reader #diluc imagines #kaeya imagines

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drakenology · 3 years

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their s/o has kinky curly hair with Bakugo, Denki, Midoriya and Todoroki

author’s note: hey so i smoked a lot of weed and tried to do my hair afterwards and I quit so now I’m writing about kinky hair because I have a mixture of 3c and 4c hair and detangling is not poggers. Like it takes an hour to detangle my hair... I don’t have the energy for this rn. But even though it’s a fuck ton of work to take care of natural hair it’s still gorgeous and beautiful and strong and all of the fucking above. Shout out to all my kinky haired girlies. And of course shout out to my beautiful black queens. I see you boo! <3

warnings?: fluff, swearing and mentions of sexual activity (yeah, this one aint nasty... that’s the next post. shhh!) ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP 18+

Bakugo

not gonna lie this mf ignorant as fuck

hates that you take so long to do your hair

but loves watching the process?

“What’s that stuff?” “What does it do?”

educates himself for your future babies

he likes a challenge so why wouldn’t he figure out how to properly take care of curly hair?

offers to do your hair sometimes

sometimes does it better than you do?

thinks you’re a fucking goddess.

i am a firm believer that bakugo LOVES sistas ok??

This morning is particularly stressful. You had already broken a comb or two trying to do your hair last night. So when you went to bed thinking that your hair was gonna turn out amazing you can imagine your shock when it didn’t turn out right. Well, as your taking down your twists, you see that your hair didn’t dry all the way. You try everything you can to salvage your style; you pick it, try and diffuse it but you’re still unsatisfied with the look. You sigh and just tie it up in two afro puffs. You lay your edges carefully and do some light makeup. Suddenly, you hear the bathroom door fly open to reveal your boyfriend Bakugo staring at you.

“So that’s what’s taking you so damn long.” Katsuki says leaning against the door frame. He was going to come in and yell at you to hurry up but with the way you looked all dressed up he was completely thrown off and blown away. You were wearing a bright yellow sundress that trailed down to your ankles. It hugged your body and flowed out towards the bottom of the dress. The bathroom smelled like your hair products; tropical and fruity smells smothering his nostrils. You were like a goddess standing before him. And he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Dammit, Katsuki wait a damn minute. I’ll be out in a second.” You said, adding the finishing touches to your face. Katsuki walks over to you and leans up against the kitchen counter to watch you finish your makeup.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” he said as he stared at your glistening mahogany skin. You tried your best not to giggle at his stares as you turn to look at him.

“You ready to go?” You ask, feeling a little flustered as he ran his hands up and down your hips, stopping at your ass as he cupped it with both hands. Katsuki plants a kiss on your soft, plush lips and shook his head.

“I’d hate to waste that outfit.. but now I don’t wanna even go out. I wanna fuck you instead.” He says as he kisses your neck. OOOOWEEE

Denki

my cute little idiot...

you had to remind him a lot to not touch your hair (it fucks up your style!)

had to explain what “shrinkage” was

asked once “WOAH IS THAT ALL YOUR HAIR???” making you get to cussin’

very infatuated with everything about your hair though. poor thing didn’t know no better until now

plays in your hair anyway when you’re cuddling

wants to do your hair for you but every time you let him it turns out a mess.

loves the way your hair smells when you put your products in it

lowkey wishes he had curly hair too

obsessed with you..

“‘Nari? How do I look?” You ask as you turn away from you vanity to look at your goofy boyfriend who’s playing video games and sitting on the bed in front of you. He paused his game to look at you and immediately turned bright red.

“Wow..” He said, completely amazed. You had your hair in flexi-rods; after you took them down your natural hair cascaded down to your shoulders in heaps and mounds of thick luxuriousness. He loved that your hair framed your face so well and the lovely smell coming from you intoxicated him.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N.” Denki smiles.

You giggle and shake your hair in the mirror, loving how your hair turned out. You put on some lip gloss and stood up to walk over to your full body mirror to pose in front of it. Damn, you looked good! You were feeling yourself for sure and Denki just couldn’t help but stare. He watched you pose in the mirror, playfully wiggling your ass and flipping your hair around. His eyes met your curvaceous body; the jeans you wore hugging your form graciously. The top you wore accentuated your cocoa skin so damn good that it appeared to Denki that you were glowing from within. What a beautiful fucking woman.

He stands up and walks behind you, wrapping his arms around you as he stared at your gorgeous visage in the mirror.

“How’d I get so lucky?” He asked, enamored by your beauty. He plants a kiss on your shoulder as you giggle and embrace him. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Todoroki

was kinda ignorant to black culture and hair styles but after your careful explaination he’s fully informed and loves every bit of you

buys you all them expensive natural hair products (trust me.. they aint cheap)

Watches you do your hair

loves when you wear box braids, pulls on them during sex sometimes if you’re too fucked out to care (oop)

smells your hair when you’re sleeping (not in a creepy way I promise)

Doesn’t tolerate racism and will beat the shit out of anyone who tried it with you. Period.

loves your complexion, thinks you look scrumptious in yellow (yellow looks GREAT on black people ok???)

Todoroki’s favorite time of year was the winter. He loved the sweaters, the hot chocolate and more importantly you can finally wear your natural hair out. Since hotter months make your hair sweat out when you straighten it, you usually keep it in braids or locs. But come winter time, you try and wear your natural hair when you can since winter months can be drying to your curls sometimes. You had spend the day (yes it’s a fucking day long process.. for me anyway) taking down your braids while sitting on the couch watching daytime T.V while Shoto was out working. After everything was out, you showered and washed your hair, sighing as the warm water and shampoo soothed and cleansed your scalp carefully. You step out of the shower and comb out your hair while it’s still wet. You do your normal routine and fluff out your curls with an afro pick and smile at your new growth. Unbeknownst to you, Todoroki had been watching the process from start to finish as he was sitting on the bed next to your vanity. You thought he was asleep since he liked sleeping in on Sundays so you were surprised when he got up and kissed you on the cheek, admiring your natural beauty.

“You truly are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen, Y/N. I’m so lucky.” He gushed. You giggled and kissed him on his lips, thanking him for the compliment.

“So, what you do want to do today, beautiful?”

Deku

When he met you he wanted to know everything about you

Secretly took notes 👀 has a notebook with your name on it with everything that has to do with you including your hair

Studies you and does your hair exactly like how you do it

Tries to impress you by coming up with new styles to try even though some of them are a bit crazy lookin

Loves you till the death of him

Very very sweet about helping you with your hair when you’re too tired to take care of it sometimes 🥺

You had a long, stressful and exhausting day. You spent all day at the hospital taking care of patien after patient nonstop with damn near no breaks in between. You had resorted to pulling your beautiful curls back and away from your face from all the sweating and running around the hospital, leaving stray curls hanging out. You were always a prim and proper girl almost never seen with your hair unkempt so when you returned home with your hair in a messy low bun, Midoriya knew what was up. He watched as you greeted him weakly and plopped on the couch next to him, laying on his lap and almost falling asleep.

“Rough day?” He ask. You almost burst into tears when you hear your boyfriend ask you about your day. It was rough and frustrating. You were just glad you were finally home so you can relax and try and forget about the taxing day. You sigh as Midoriya rubbed small circles into you back and undid the messy bun you had lazily tied hours before returning home.

“You just relax, princess. I’ll take care of you, ok?” He says lifting you up from his lap and carrying you to the bathroom. He sat you on the sink and put your hair in two braids for you so you could take a shower. He kissed your forehead and hummed sweet I love yous into your ear as you smile and kiss his nose. You loved that he was always so gentle with you, never hesitating to help you when you need it.

“I’ll make us something to eat. Pick out a movie for us to watch, okay? I don’t care if it’s something we’ve seen 100 times. Tonight is all about you.”

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#bnha fanfiction #bnha imagines #bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha headcanons #bnha midoriya x reader #bnha todoroki x reader #bnha denki

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moralesispunk · 3 years

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Silence in the Stars

Din Djarin x Reader

Warnings - none

Summary - After losing the child, Mando doesn't know how to deal with his feelings. In two days, the both of you are going to meet with Cara and Greef to start the mission to get him back. Until then, you try to get him to feel better while dealing with your own feelings for him.

Mando had stayed in his room for the first day, not answering when you knocked to drop some dinner off for him. You would have worried more but when you went to head into town the next day you found the plate now empty outside his door. You spent the next day at the local market as it had been months since you were last on your ship and it would require some food and other materials for your journey. It wasn't the safest place for you to be walking about by yourself but it gave you something to focus on instead of Mando and the kid.

You picked up some fruit from the closest stall and decided to head out of the town. After about 45minutes you decided to stop and take a seat against a large rock that was just off the track to eat the juicy fruit from the stall you hadn't stopped thinking about. It was far enough from Mos Eisley's town that the loud bustle was now barely audible. The quiet gave you time to think about what happened on Tython, about where the kid would be by now, about how Mando was dealing with it all.

While you had grown close to the kid, you weren't nearly as close to him and he was with Mando. It took you by surprise when you first joined them, how this large, beskar covered man could be so soft for his kid. He never raised his voice near him and was never more than touching distance from him. While he was cold towards you when you first met, that had started to change as well. He still barely spoke more than one word answers but you realised he showed his care in others ways. You would wake up having fallen asleep in the cockpit with a blanket now draped over you. He would pull you closer so you were almost attached to his side as he walked you through the many citys and cantinas you had found yourself in. You also found him staring at you when he didn't think you had noticed. While there was a lot that went unsaid between the two of you there was an unspoken connection of trust, and care... and love.

You thought about what he would be doing now. He was most likely sitting still in his room, thinking about everything from a plan to get the kid back to the worst case scenario. He was good at making himself so still that despite his large frame you would not see him when you walked into a room until he decided to move. You had agreed to leave by mid-sun tomorrow and you knew it wouldn't do any good thinking about what might be happening to the kid now until you knew where Moff Gideon was and could start on a plan to get him back.

You hadn't realised how long you had been sitting by the side of the rock until you felt the cool breeze on the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You closed your eyes to welcome the cool breeze for a moment, a stark difference from the usual unbearable heat on this dry planet. Getting up and dusting yourself off you began to head back to the town, deciding to pick Mando up some food on the way back. You guessed he still wouldn't be up for talking but as long as he was eating that was all you could hope for, for now.

The sun was completely down by the time you reached the Inn so you headed straight to Mando's room to drop the food. Knocking twice before you placed the plate of food on the ground outside the door.

"Mando?" you called out, "I'm going to leave some food out here for you. You'll need to eat before we leave tomorrow."

Before you could completely turn to head back to your room, the door swung open and he stood tall in the frame. He looked at you, then down at the food, before reaching for it.

"Thank you," he said, the modulator hiding just how sincere he was being.

You offered a reassuring smile and when turning to head back to your room he called your name to stop you. You turned back to face him and he remained still in the doorway. There was a silence between you, long but not uncomfortable.

"I went on a walk out of town today. Was good to clear my head, do you want to go?" you asked, hoping he would say yes but understanding if he said no.

He nodded, before looking down at the plate in his hand.

"How about I go and make sure everything is ready for tomorrow, you eat that, then we go?" you offered and with a nod he closed the door behind him.

You made your way back to your room and sat in the quiet, everything already ready to go the next day. Your mind was wandering back to the thoughts of Mando earlier. You were sure that he felt for you the way you felt for him but should you say it? Make sure this is true before you let yourself fall any harder for him, if that was even possible? A short, sharp knock at the door brought you from your thoughts and you opened it to find Mando waiting for you. Grabbing your bottle filled with water from the table you headed out and led the way.

As you made your way through Mos Eisley, Mando's hand never left the small of your back. He pulled you closer to him when he could hear shouts coming from the Cantina and you stayed that way until you made it out of the town. The walk to the spot you sat at earlier was quiet with only a few "watch your feet" shared between you. When you finally reached the rock you had sat at earlier, you turned to him and motioned for him to join in sitting next to you.

"When was the last time you got to look at the stars?" you asked him.

He turned to you, his head tilting, "I see them every night?"

His seriousness made you laugh and cover your mouth to hide your amusement at his comment.

"No, Mando," you smiled, "I mean really looked at them, without this-" you pointed at his helmet.

"I can't remember."

He had explained to you how his helmet worked once before, when you felt brave enough to ask a question about it. He had told you that it wasn't like looking with your eyes, but through a scanner, showing heat and direction.

You moved from his side, round the rock enough so you couldn't see him or him you.

"You should look," you said.

You had always been respectful of his creed and values, never asking too many questions, but as the silence continued you began to worry you had overstepped. That was stopped by the sound of a clicking noise and the helmet being placed on the ground just within your sight. A warmth travelled through your body and you felt your heart beat faster at this one action that proved how much he trusted you. Knowing how uncomfortable he would be in this moment, you started to ramble on and tell stories of your life before your days travelling with Mando and the kid.

"I wanted to be just like my brother when I was younger. One night I heard him sneak out to go look at the stars. He was 5 years older than me and about twice my height but I still thought I could keep up with him. I ended up getting lost and finding myself at the end of some cliff. I was so loud in crying out for my brother I'm surprised I didn't wake up the whole village. He eventually found me and carried me home on his back. I don't know how he put up with me," you laughed.

"Where is your brother now?" Mando asked. He had never asked any many questions about your life before, you couldn't decide if it was because he didn't care or he wasn't used to holding conversations after spending years on his ship alone.

"He's a pilot for the New Republic, so... not really sure exactly."

"Is he the one who taught you how to fly?"

You smiled at his question, a little because you enjoyed him taking an interest but mostly because you could hear his voice without the modulator. It was still deep but softer, holding more emotion.

"Yes. My mum hated it, said I would get hurt. Which I did of course," you laughed.

A shiver ran through your body and you hadn't realised how cold the night had turned until now.

"You're cold," Mando stated.

"Yes, but I don't want to go. I'm comfy here," you almost winced at how desperate you sounded to spend more time with him like this.

"Close your eyes," he commanded. You did it without a second thought.

He stood, knowing you well enough to know you did everything he asked without thinking about it, always trusting him. At first you thought he was standing to remove his cloak to place over you but he placed his hand on your shoulder.

"Move forward," he said again.

You shifted away from the rock, not sure what he was doing, until you felt a warmth behind you. It was only then that you realised his helmet was not all he removed, his chest plate and gloves had been taken off too and with you now sitting between his legs he placed an arm around your stomach to pull you closer, the other hand resting on his thigh. His body was radiating enough heat to keep you both warm but ever the carer, he took off his cloak to place it over you like a blanket.

"Are your eyes still closed?" he asked, his breath warm on the back of your neck making your voice catch in your throat, so you replied with a nod instead.

"Open them," he said, his lips now so close you could feel them move against your neck as he spoke "I trust you."

You sighed in contentment, feeling tears pool at the corner of your eye. Everything you had worried about earlier, about whether he cared and loved you the way you cared and loved for him, disappeared in this one moment. He was completely vulnerable now and trusted you with his whole being. You both sat like that until you felt your eyelids become heavy. Mando must have sensed it and tightened his grip on you, his other hand grabbing your free one to hold.

"You can sleep. I've got you," he said, placing a soft kiss to the back of your neck.

That was enough to allow yourself to give in completely to him in that moment and thats how he held you till morning, glad that you were his and he was yours.

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