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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 1 month

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It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 27] || [Chapter 29]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.2K~ cw: illness, injuries, hurt/comfort, fluff, love confessions! Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: Just a cute little moment

Chapter 28: How in the-

The trip with John was short but sweet. A full weekend together, away from everything…

Followed by 4 whole weeks alone. Not that you minded the extra piece and quiet.

You were normally kept at a distance from the boys and their line of work. Arms length, not because they don’t trust you, but because just like Simon learned to drop Ghost at the door, the rest drop work at the door too.

The closest thing you get to ‘work’ is funny anecdotes that can even make you laugh, OR soft, whispered, retelling of memories as your hands snake over their rough skins, fingers grazing the scars that those memories left behind.

Today was a first. In a lot of ways.

The boys showed up at your flat at 3 A.M. after spending a whole month out of Hereford and in God knows where.

You had opened the door very wearily to the sight of the four of them, not even having changed out of their tactical gear, looking like they had been through hell.

Kyle was walking with a limp and a groan, his back stiff and an inability to properly swivel side to side at the hips.

Johnny had gotten his shoulder shot?? Plus his knee was acting up so he was also limping.

John was, also, limping. His back was also stiff and he murmured something about having pulled a muscle.

And Simon? The man’s eyes were surrounded by circles darker than you’d ever seen them, his shoulders slumped. He moved normally, unlike the others. And that concerned you more than anything.

“Jesus, what happened?”

“Mission mishaps. They happen sometimes, da’lin’.” John told you soothingly as he attempted to press a kiss to the crown of your head, but wincing when he felt the pain shoot up his spine.

“Sounds to me like more than mishaps. There��s no way all four of you are injured and it was just a ‘mishap’.” You scolded them as you carefully helped them off their gear, multiple men groaning and grunting in pain as the heavy weights were shed from their torsos.

“Have you been checked?”

“Yes, we went to medic before coming over-” Kyle told you.

“And they let you leave on foot? You look like you all should be on bed rest!” You scolded them.

“And that’s why we’re here.” Johnny added before letting out a groan when you moved his arm, sending pain barreling down his arm.

“How in the-” You murmured as you noted the patched up bullet wound.

“Don’t ask…” Kyle muttered under his breath, a whimper of a sound that you had never quite heard from him.

They were like lost puppies… Needy for being lulled to sleep by a soft hand caressing them behind the ears after some nasty man kicked them on the street.

So that’s how you ended up with four injured soldiers in your house. Ghost took the living room couch, leaving the bed for John and Kyle and Johnny.

“Don’t get any blood on my bed, Johnny!” You warned him. “If something happens, you call me.” You had added as you made sure they were as comfortable as can be before you slipped out of the room.

Reaching the living room, it was now well past 4 A.M. Simon was lying there, one leg swung over the back of your couch, and eyes locked on the shower. “You okay, Simon?” You checked softly.

“Fine, sweetheart.”

“Don’t look fine to me.” You retorted and sat on the armchair by his head, looking down at him, your hand finding his and caressing it.

He twitched a bit against the pillows, brown eyes fluttering for a moment as he took a deep breath. “Mission went tits up. Strained ourselves trying to finish.”

“You too, then?” You asked him and he nodded. “Where?”

“Everywhere. I’m sore all over… And I think I have a fever.” He admitted.

“Do you wanna try a shower?” You suggested and he shook his head.

“I don’t wanna stand up for that long… I get dizzy.”

“And a bath?” You added.

“…” Simon didn’t answer but he groaned and forced himself to stand up. You helped guide him to the bathroom.

After lowering the stopper and allowing the water to flow into the tub, you looked at Simon. “I’ll be outside, okay? I’ll give you privacy.” You told him softly.

Leaning up, you kissed his pale cheek, and turned away…

Only for him to catch you by the wrist. “Stay.”

“What?” You asked him, unsure you heard him right.

“Stay. Please.” He requested.

“But… you said you didn’t-” You trailed off, the memory of his fear of exposing his body to you (or anyone) clear in your mind.

“I know what I said. Just… Please.” He insisted.

“Okay.” You replied and nodded, stepping forward again. He reached his arms up, painfully slowly, the same way John and Kyle and Johnny had.

You grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and slowly rolled it up, your eyes finding his scar-riddled torso for the first time. Blotchy skin due to chemical burns here and there, big gashes and smaller cuts spread throughout.

Simon was looking away the whole time as you helped him off his cargos and underwear. The injuries continued down his legs, every inch of him nasty and ugly, only due to how brutal his scars were. In reality, it all made no difference to you.

“You okay?” You checked on him. He nodded slowly, his eyes screwed shut.

“Let’s get you into the water, okay? It’ll do you good.” You said as you grabbed him by the bicep and helped get him into a seated position inside the tub.

Then, you knelt by his side just as he was grunting in relief, his muscles relaxing in the water.

The bathtub that had felt tight with you and Johnny in it months ago, now felt even smaller with Simon Riley in it.

Grabbing the sponge, you carefully ran it over his torso and shoulders, wetting the part of him that didn’t fit in the bath.

The blond leaned his head back on the wall and opened his eyes, finding you looking at him.

“Thank you.” Simon told you in a whisper.

“For bathing you?”

“For dating me.” He replied, causing you to smile.

“My, Simon, you might be sicker than I expected. Where’s the confidence?” You teased him good-naturely, earning a soft chuckle from him.

“Was never here. Just faking it until I made it…” He admitted and shook his head, letting it lull against the tiles.

“I see, well… It worked.” You joked as you kept wetting his body carefully.

“We’re lucky to have you.” He murmured. “You didn’t have to do this. To put up with us.”

“It’s not putting up if I like you.” You told him. “Besides… you take care of me. I take care of you. Mutually beneficial, that’s what a relationship should be.”

“I don’t take care of you because I like you.” Simon whispered, a drowsy look in his tired eyes.

“Then what for?” You asked him. “Because you want to shag me that bad?” You joked again and winked.

“No… because I love you.” Simon muttered, his lips a bit lazy in the way he said it, clearly too relaxed and tired and groggy to really think straight.

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped open, your hands going limp and dropping the sponge. “Simon…”

“You don’t have to say it back.” He said as he rolled his head against the tile wall, side to side. “Just wanted you to know.”

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natalievoncatte · 8 months

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“What I did wasn’t personal,” Lena said.

Supergirl had already turned to face her. There were words formed on her lips, but Alex struck first, bringing her viper wit where it wasn’t needed or welcome.

“You had a stash of ‘Kills Kryptonians’. It’s personal,” said Alex.

Lena ignored her, looking directly at Supergirl.

“You know I’d never use it that way.”

“You kept secrets,” said Supergirl. “Secrets change things. I don’t like secrets.”

“Oh really,” Lena spat, knowing she’d regret what came next. “You don’t like secrets. Okay. What’s your real name?”

Alex flinched. Supergirl stared her down. Even in this miserable place, she was inhumanly beautiful, even if Lena was a little resentful that she’d been bitching about walking fifty yards a few moments ago, and making light of exercise, when she had the audacity to look like that.

The pause grew heavy. Something seemed to turn behind Supergirl’s eyes, like she was working something out. Her expression softened lightly.

“Why didn’t you come to me about Sam? I thought we trusted each other.”

“How can I trust you?” Lena said. “You still hold me at arm’s length, won’t let me in, only look for my help when it’s convenient for you. Maybe I should have sought your help, but it isn’t like I have you on speed dial, is it? What was I supposed to do, toss myself off a balcony and hope you were having coffee with Kara Danvers again?”

Supergirl flinched. Looking at Lena intently, she stepped closer, and Alex grew visibly nervous.

“Supergirl…” she said.

“You want to know my real name?”

“Yes,” Lena said, her voice suddenly unsteady, her palms breaking out in a sweat despite the cool, stale air. She stood her ground before a being that could level a mountain with a look and held her gaze.

“Kryptonian names are patronymics, sort of. A man’s name is his own and that of his family. So, for example, my cousin’s name is Kal-El. His father was Jor-El.”

“I knew that already,” said Lena. “Your cousin shared that an interview with Lois Lane.”

“He can share his because he has a name that was given to him by his adoptive family,” said Supergirl, her voice softening as she took another step closer. “I still use my Kryptonian first name.”

Something about that itched at Lena’s brain, but she wasn’t sure what.

“Supergirl,” Alex hissed. “You can’t… we can’t…”

Supergirl threw her a glance. “What? Trust her?” She looked at Lena. “My father was Joe-El’s brother, Zor-El. My mother’s name was Alura In-Ze.”

Lena licked her lips.

“They gave me the name Kara,” said Kara Zor-El. “On Earth, I accepted the surname of the family that took me in to raise me when my cousin gave me up to them. My full name is Kara Zor-El Danvers.”

Lena stumbled a step back, her mouth falling open comically. It felt like the ground was bursting open and swallowing her up, her stomach dropping through her knees.

No. No, no, no, no. It couldn’t be.

“Look at me, Lena.”

Lena looked away from her.”

“Look at me.”

Lena looked.

Lena saw.

Her hair was down, but Lena knew those honeyed curls. Supergirl carried herself differently- her shoulders were proud where Kara tended to hunch down, make herself small, as if to pass through the world without touching it.

Lena hadn’t really looked before. Not like this. She’d studied Kara, maybe even mooned over Kara a little until she seemed to confirm she was straight by dating that alien jackass. She knew every part of her face from her soft lips to her feel blue eyes to that funny little scar right over her eye.

How had she not seen?

“Fucking hell, Kara!” Alex snapped.

Lena’s lip trembled. She clenched her fists to keep her hands steady, knowing they were shaking.

“You tricked me,” Lena hissed, “so many times, so many ways, running off and changing into that suit when I thought you were both people. The super-speed, right?”

“I’m sorry,” said Kara, her voice soft. “Let’s just…”

“I wasn’t finished,” said Lena. “You… you told me you were having coffee with Kara, but you are Kara. Kara… you caught me when they threw me off the balcony. You risked being killed by a kryptonite explosion when Metallo went critical. You… you were… Jesus Christ, the plane, the chemicals, that was you?”

Kara’s eyes grew wider with every syllable and even in the gloom, Lena could swear she saw tears welling up within them.

“She’s risked her life for you over and over and over,” Alex said, quietly. “Her faith in you has only wavered the once. She’s always defended you and insisted on your innocence even when I was ready to throw you in a cell,” said Alex. “She defended you from the first. Shit, she defended you from Superman.”

Lena looked from one to the other, staring at them both in turn, trying to keep her wobbly legs from completely collapsing under her.

“I owe you an apology,” said Kara, raising her gaze to meet Lena’s.

“Can you two do this later?” said Alex. “We’re on a mission, here.”

Lena swallowed, hard.

“Yeah. Let’s go find Sam.”

They did find Sam, eventually, but the plan went sideways. After they were thrust back into their bodies, Supergirl -Kara- curtly told her to help Brainy while she and Alex rushed off.

So Lena helped brainy, until it was time for her to leave. Eventually, she made her way back to her penthouse, and to a glass of single malt, neat. She savored its subtleties as she stared out at the stars.

She knew this would happen sooner or later, so she wasn’t surprised when Kara touched down on the balcony, looking utterly stunning and brave and dashing in her fancy suit. She motioned to knock at the glass.

“It’s not locked.”

“Hi,” said Kara, stepping inside.

Lena looked up. “I can’t believe I didn’t see. You’re just… you, in a different outfit.”

That wasn’t exactly true, Lena knew. As she walked into Lena’s living room, Kara had neither the mousy, retiring way of Kara Danvers nor the brash swagger of Supergirl. It was like she was seeing a third person, one who’d been fully revealed for the first time.

“I’ve been going back and forth in my mind, trying to decide what parts of our friendship were real.”

“All of it,” Kara said.

“If my brother were here, he’d say that you befriended me to spy on me and use my resources and genius for your own ends.”

“That’s not true.”

Lena took a sip, and breathed in through her parted lips after swallowing to savor it.

“I know. He said the same thing about Jack, actually. Lex always tries to convince me that anyone else in my life is just after my name or money or body.”

Kara said nothing. Lena looked up.

“Just because he’s a madman who wants to gaslight me into being a supervillain doesn’t mean he’s always wrong. Does it?”

Kara swallowed, hard.

“You’ve been very insistent on being my friend,” said Lena. “You practically barged into my life and broke down all my barriers with your earnest kindness, but you were keeping yourself behind another one.”

“The first time I ever saw you, I knew in my heart that you were nothing like him,” said Kara. “I remember every detail.”

“In my office, with Kent.”

“No. In the helicopter. That was the first time I saw you.”

Lena swirled the dregs in her glass. “Oh. Right.”

“I just had to know you. You were compelling, and the way you treated me in your office that day was a huge part of that. You seemed so… I don’t even know how to describe it. I just knew I had to be close to you.”

A fit of pique moved her arm before she could contain herself, and Lena threw the glass. Kara snatched it from the air and placed it on the table without spilling a drop.

She was closer now, standing within arm’s reach.

“You can’t just say things like that to me,” Lena almost hissed, her voice loosened by the whiskey and the one before and the one before that.

“Why?” said Kara.

Lena looked up, swaying slightly.

“You told me your name.”

“I should have sooner. We could have worked together. We could have done a lot of things.”

“Fuck,” Lena snapped. “You’re doing it again! Knock it off?”

“Knock what off?”

“You goddamn well what,” said Lena. “Or maybe you really don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” said Kara. “I just don’t understand. Can you… do you want to tell me what you mean?”

“I… sit down.”

Kara swept her cape aside and sat primly in a side chair, folding her hands in her lap, worrying at the back of her thumb with her other thumb. God, she even had Kara’s mannerisms.”

“I’m gay,” said Lena.

Kara swallowed. “But… you were with Jack… and James… and you really seem to like the letter J,” Kara said, lamely.

“It’s called bisexuality, Kara. It’s a thing.”

“Oh, I um, I don’t really get ‘sexualities.’ On Krypton, we didn’t have sexual preferences. We didn’t choose our partners at all, everything was arranged.”

“That sounds awful,” said Lena.

Kara looked away. “It was our way and it worked. We had stable families, and most people had a kind of love. My parents loved each other.”

Lena sighed. “I wish I could say that. One of my parents didn’t love anyone but himself. Your sister is gay, Kara. How can you not understand it?”

“I understand that. I just find the whole thing confusing, and overwhelming. I keep looking for this spark that everyone talks about, and these ‘gut feelings’, but every time I think I’ve had it, it wasn’t right.”

“It seemed right with Mon-El. Oh. Oh Jesus. You banished your own boyfriend from Earth.”

Kara shook her head. “I know it did. I thought it did. I just never… it was the idea of him. I was checking a box. I was with him to have a boyfriend, not to have him. We’re really different people.”

“Why are we talking about this again?” said Lena.

Kara suddenly looked nervous, and thus even more like herself.

“I don’t know. It just seems to have happened. Kind of like our whole friendship. I never made a plan to be your friend. I never had an agenda. I just needed you in my life without knowing why. You just bring me joy.”

Lena wanted to laugh. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream.

You big indestructible goof, that is the spark!

“I should have told you about me after Medusa. I should have trusted you then, but Alex talked me out of it. I didn’t push past when it counted. I know you doubt how much you mean to me now, and I’m so sorry I did that.”

“I’d never hurt you, ever,” said Lena. “Even if you weren’t Kara. But I could never hurt her. You.”

“I know.

“For what it’s worth,” said Lena. “I felt it too. That pull, that need to know you. That’s why I allowed you to get close to me instead of being bundled off by my security. I felt it from the first, that day you came to my office. I might have felt it a little during the helicopter crash, too.”

Kara nodded.

“I feel like there’s something we’re both not saying.”

Lena licked her lips.

“I have to stop the worldkillers. I have to save Sam. I have to fix it all. I just needed to talk to you first. See you first, see you again, just the two of us.”

Lena nodded, swallowing.

“I guess I should go.”

Lena wanted to tell her not to. To ask her to spend the night, change out of that ridiculous suit, to just be Kara and stay with her, but it dawned on her now that it could never be quite like that again. Kara was Supergirl and Supergirl had to be shared with the world.

“I want to help. I’ll come to the DEO.”

“Okay,” said Kara. “I’ll see you there.”

She stood up and walked to the balcony, pausing before she opened the door. She didn’t turn when she spoke, as if she was afraid to face Lena, to face the answer.

“Do you think, when this is over, we can try it again? Try to fix it?”

“Is that something you want?” Said Lena.

“That pull is still there.”

“I know,” said Lena. “I feel it too.”

Kara’s shoulders rose and fell, as if she’d just rolled a great burden from her back.

“Okay,” she said. “Okay. I’ll see you back at the DEO. Goodnight, Lena.”

“Goodnight, Kara.”

She slid the balcony door open and stepped out, pausing for just the briefest second before lifting off, sending a gentle gust of chilly night air rolling into Lena’s penthouse.

Lena let the breeze flow in for a while before she stood up and went to the door, meaning to close it. Instead, she stepped outside, leaning on the railing as the chill raised gooseflesh on her arms.

“I feel it, too.”

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hoshiputa · 5 months

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💌 woozi x female reader

📩 Request: Phone sex with Woozi.

cw: nsfw, smut, established relationship, pet names (babygirl, princess, etc), masturbation, exhibitionism

word count: 1.2k

It was past midnight when your phone started ringing. You grabbed as fast as you could, because you already knew who it was.

Lee Jihoon. Your beloved, hard working, super famous boyfriend.

He usually called at that time when he was at the studio, because that was when he had a break. The only difference today was that it was a video call instead of the usual late night voice calls.

“Hi, babe!”

“Hello.”

Jihoon immediately smiled at you through the screen, the well known blue lightning of his studio making him look as beautiful as ever. His phone was set at the perfect angle, showing off his muscled arms.

“What's with the video call?” You asked. “Not that I'm complaining.”

It was always good to see him, of course. Especially when he had been away for days like this, working day and night to produce another masterpiece for his group, unable to come back home for you.

“I wanted to see your face,” he said softly.

“Aww, I miss you!”

You rolled around in your bed, kicking your feet in the air like the main character of a teenage movie talking to their crush for the first time.

“What are you doing? Did you eat?” Jihoon asked.

“I was just watching some Netflix. And yes, I had dinner. What about you?”

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“I ate instant noodles,” he confessed.

“Lee Jihoon! What did I tell you?!”

“It was just this time. Please forgive me.”

Staring at your boyfriend through your phone screen, you felt your heart ache. You hadn't seen each other in a week and it was starting to make you feel sad.

“And how was your day?” You asked him.

“It was nice… I just stayed here for the most part of it.”

Jihoon giggled, like being trapped in a music studio for the whole week wasn't a complete nightmare like most people thought

“You're the only person I know who doesn't complain about work.”

“What can I say? I like what I do.”

Jihoon leaned against his chair, pushing it back a little just so the screen could show up from his thighs to his face. It was unusual, because normally his video calls were filled with awkward close ups of his face.

“Sir, are you trying to seduce me?!”

Jihoon giggled, the kind of laugh he let out every time he did have something up his sleeve.

“Actually, I have something to show you.”

“What is it?”

Not even intense therapy through the twenty years of your life would've prepared you to watch your boyfriend pull out his cock on camera. Your jaw dropped at the sight, his length standing up hard and nice as he smirked at you through the screen.

“What— Jihoon! What?”

You had no words, so you just kept staring at the screen. Mouth watering, body heat going up, thighs clenching as you sat up on your bed.

“I've been missing you,” he said, hands wrapping around his length. “This much.”

“Oh, God.”

You rolled around on your bed, screaming into your pillow as you held tight against your phone.

“I was jerking off to one of your pictures, and then I thought… We could make it better.”

There was this thing. With Jihoon's busy schedules and all of the time you two had to spend away from each other, both of you agreed to share and save each other's nudes.

“I can't stop staring at your dick.”

You chuckled awkwardly, being washed over by the memories of Jihoon on top of you, his cock stretching you out and hitting just right. It wasn't fair you had to be away from him.

“So… Can you take your clothes off for me?”

You weren't the exhibitionist type. To be honest, you weren't any type before Jihoon — just some boring random girl. Then he came into your life and showed you his ways, and now you were addicted. So you didn't think twice before ripping your clothes off so fast it made Jihoon giggle.

Laying on bed, you lifted up your phone, showing off your naked body for him.

“Fuck, you're so hot,” Jihoon said, hand slightly stroking his dick.

It wasn't just missing him. And it wasn't just desire and lust. You actually yearned for him. Not only his body, but hearing those nice words coming straight out of his mouth and being whispered to your ears, his soft hands touching all over your body, wrapping around your neck.

“I miss you so much,” you whined.

“I miss you too, babygirl,” he sighed. “I wish I could be there to spread you out and fuck you senseless.”

“Shit, don't say that.”

“Why? Am I making you wet?”

For someone who wasn't into exhibitionism, you for sure felt the urge to touch yourself to make Jihoon know how much you missed him. And it was sinful, to say the least. To wrap your fingers around your hardened nipples and watch Jihoon touch his hardened dick, biting his lip as you showed off like you were his favorite movie star.

“Fuck, you know how much I love those tits, right?” He asked, voice hoarse.

Of course you knew it. You knew it because every time Jihoon got you naked, he sucked on your nipples like his life depended on it. And oh, how you missed his mouth on your skin.

“What about spreading your legs for me? Will you show me your cunt?”

Hearing Jihoon asking so nicely and calmly for something so dirty made you gasp softly, reminiscing all of the times it was his hands spreading your legs open for him to dive into your wet pussy and suck on your juices like it was his favorite drink. When you opened your legs and leaned against your bed frame, Jihoon let out a soft moan as he pressed his thumb against the tip of his cock.

“That's right, you're such a good girl,” he smirked through the screen.

You watched as Jihoon started stroking his cock a little faster, biting his lip as he watched your naked body. It felt good to know he needed you that much, so much only a picture wasn't enough. Your head ran over all of the times you had his fingers inside you, playing with your cunt just to tease you. All of the times he fucked deep into you as you begged for more.

“Are you touching yourself, babe? Let me see it,” he said, now slowly stroking his cock.

You hadn't noticed your free hand slipped in between your legs, because you were lost in thoughts about having Jihoon's muscled arms around you.

“I— Can't help it,” you said, slightly embarrassed.

“It's okay,” he smiled at you. “I'd love to watch you fuck yourself.”

You bit your lip at his words, fingers pressing against your clit as you moved them in circles. You thought about Jihoon and how he was perfect with his hands, his soft fingers plunging into your cunt.

“That's perfect, babe. We can do it together.”

Your head was spinning when you buried two of your fingers inside your wet cunt, the phone in your other hand showing Jihoon's eagerness as he stroked his cock faster.

“You want this cock?”

“Yes.”

You whined, gasping as your fingers fucked into your cunt. The only problem was they weren't as thick and good as Jihoon.

“I want your pussy too, babe,” he said. “You always take my cock so well.”

Jihoon gasped, biceps flexing as he moved his hand faster and faster around his leaking length.

“Yeah, I love your cock,” you moaned, fingers brushing against your own walls.

“Oh, my love, you look so good when you're desperate for my cock.”

Jihoon leaned back against his chair, hand working even faster and harder around his thick cock.

“I wish I could be coming all over you now,” he said.

Your toes curled and your legs clenched, the way Jihoon always painted you with his warm cum imprinted into your brain.

“I'd treat you just right, my princess,” he let out a gasp. “Let you ride my cock just how you like it.”

“Fuck, Jihoon!” You whined, back arching against your bed.

“Are you going to come? From watching me jerking off to you?”

“Yes!” You moaned.

It didn't take long. The mix of Jihoon's words, the sight of his beautiful cock and your fingers stretching you out, your orgasm hit so hard you rolled your eyes and let your phone fall from your hand. From the noises you heard from Jihoon, you were sure he had finally come too. Laying on your side, you grabbed the phone to watch a messed up Jihoon staring back at you. There were strands of his hair falling on his face and his breathing was just as hard as yours.

“That was so fucking hot,” he said in between sighs.

“Oh my God, I love you,” you confessed.

“I love you too, babe.”

#woozi #woozi smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #svt fic #svt x reader #seventeen #woozi x reader #lee jihoon smut #lee jihoon x reader #lee jihoon x you #mine

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sailorkamino · 2 years

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Hospital Bed Confessions

relationships: jake lockley x fem!reader, established marc spector x fem!reader, steven grant x fem!reader

word count: 2k

summary: As long as Jake can remember he's only had Marc and Steven to protect - then you came into the picture. Jake is scared to admit just how much you mean to him until you're injured, then he can no longer hide his feelings.

warnings: car accident/hospitalization/injuries, protective (but soft) jake, referenced childhood abuse, non sexual showering together, little bit of jealous!jake, jake has never been in a healthy/loving relationship and it shows.

translations: cariño- dear, princesa- princess, mi vida- my life, muñeca- doll

‘Has Y/N sent her home text yet?’ Steven asks from his reflection in Gus’ II’s and Gil’s fish tank. Jake looks away from the TV, “her what?” His alter looks annoyed, ‘you know what I’m talking about. The text She sends everynight to tell us she got home safe.’

Jake sighs dramatically picking up their shared phone. When he sees the late time illuminated on the screen something twists in his gut. Ever since you started dating Steven, and later Marc, you would send daily texts to whoever was fronting. The amount would vary depending on your workload but there were always three constants: good morning, I’m home, good night.

Jake clenches his jaw. He tells himself he’s being irrational, clingy even. He tries to keep his voice even when he responds. “No, but she said she was working late.”

This time it’s Marc that speaks up. ‘She should definitely be home by now. Call her.’

“You two are so dramatic,” he grumbles, although he was about to do that anyway. You don’t answer. Jake tries to ignore the worry churning in his gut. You’re an adult, you don’t need him hovering, but something feels off. Marc and Steven are pestering him to go to your flat but he barks at them in Spanish, trying to gather his own thoughts. A notification has them all freezing.

Jake takes only a moment to read the message before an unreadable expression flickers across his face. He bolts out of the flat, leaving his altars in the dark. If you heard the way he was yelling at the cabbie to hurry up you would be pissed but manners are the last thing on his mind. Once the car comes to a stop he throws some money (including a tip because he’s not a monster) at the poor driver before jumping out.

He’s practically running through the hallways, ignoring the poor doctors and nurses dodging his path. Finally he finds the room. He bursts through the door but the sight before him makes him freeze. He’s seen, and done, many violent things but seeing you hurt is something he’ll never forget.

You peer at him for a moment, taking in the unfamiliar stance and the way he holds his jaw, before a tired smile spreads across your cut lips, “Jake.” He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and approaches your bed. His hands clench by his sides. He wants to touch you, reassure himself that you’re here, but he’s afraid of hurting you worse. “You should see the other guy,” you joke. He doesn’t laugh, eyes becoming impossibly darker.

“What happened?”

You blink slowly at him. You know Jake is incredibly protective but you had never witnessed it towards you. Jake has always kept you at arms length so to speak. You would text some whenever he was fronting but he woukd mostly just tell you about Marc and Steven. He didn’t seem to realize that you cared about him just as much, and wanted to get to know him too.

“I don’t know, it happened so fast. I was driving home, I saw headlights then just… pain.” You wince at the memory.

His gaze is much softer now. “Are you in pain now, cariño?”

The pet name has you grinning, despite how sore your face is. “Some, but not too bad. They have me on a lot of drugs.” His eyes travel your scratched and bruised form. He wonders how many more injuries he can’t see and clenches his jaw. “Where are you hurt?”

You hesitate for a moment, knowing he won’t like the answers. “Umm my back is sprained, broken ribs, whiplash, and a concussion… plus I have some cuts but it’s not as bad as it sounds.” Your attempts to soften the blow do nothing as he curses in Spanish (which is actually really sexy but now is not in the time.) His brows are furrowed in concentration and you can only assume Steven and Marc are griping in his head.

You brush your fingers against his in an attempt to calm him down. He looks down to see you weakly grabbing his rougher hand, effectively making his heart stutter. “Fuck, you’re cold,” he hisses, gently running his thumb over your chilled skin. He lets go of your hand (much to your disappointment) so he can remove his jacket and drape it over your body. You breathe in the familiar cologne that all the boys wear, snuggling into the leather.

“Thank you, Jakey.”

He shakes his head at the nickname as he takes a seat in the plush chair beside your bed. You turn your head to look at him playfully. “You know this isn’t how I imagined our first date.” He scoffs in response, "this isn’t our first date." You feel the sting of rejection and consider hiding under his jacket to cry a little but then he takes your hand in his (where it belongs, in your humble opinion.)

"Once you're better I’ll take you somewhere real nice, okay? But you have to heal up first.”

Your heart rises from where it had fallen in the pit of your stomach to flutter in your chest. “I’d like that,” you hum. Your gaze travels to your interlaced fingers, thinking about your words carefully. “To be honest, I didn’t even think you liked me.”

‘Nice going, locker,’ Marc seethes mentally. ‘You hurt her feelings.’

Jake ignores him as usual. “Oh princesa,” he sighs deeply, “I’ll admit at first I didn’t trust you. Nothing personal, I just didn’t want Marc or Steven to get hurt. But then I saw the way you treated them and I started falling for you too.”

This time his altars are quiet. Your voice is soft when you ask, “why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t know how. I’ve never been in a relationship. I’ve never cared about someone the way I care about you. And you seemed so happy with them.”

Your heart melts at his confession. You’re not naive. You know Jake has a dark side. He’s the manifestation of anger and resentment Marc felt as an abused child, but he’s also a protector. “We’re lucky to have you,” you softly confess.

He looks at you in awe for a moment before you notice his lip slightly quivering. He bows his head but you can still tell he’s holding back tears. “Oh baby,” you coo softly, wanting nothing more than to wrap him in your arms and hold him against your chest, or even wipe his wet cheeks, but your injured back and sides won’t allow it.

‘You deserve to be happy too, mate,’ Steven pipes up, only making his eyes burn more. ‘Yeah man, stop shutting her out. She cares about you,’ Marc adds.

“Are you okay?”

He nods slowly, his altar’s words echoing in his mind. “Sorry princesa, I should be the one taking care of you.”

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. I’m glad you can be open with me.”

He looks at you with so much adoration it makes you shy. Then he gently kisses the back of your hand, “I should probably let Marc and Steven talk to you. They’re worried sick.”

“Okay, but only if you promise to visit me again, amor.”

He grins at the sound of you using his first language. “I promise, mi vida.”

____

Within a few days you’re released from the hospital. Your boyfriends insists on staying with you until you’re better.

“Alright muñeca, bed or couch?” Jake asks. “What about shower? I smell like the hospital.” You counter, leaning into his solid chest. His arm flexes around your waist as he leads (practically carries) you into the bathroom. “Do you need help, princesa?” He asks. You nod shyly.

You lean against the counter as he gingerly pulls your baggy shirt over your head, leaving your chest bare (you learnt quickly that broken ribs and bras don’t mix.) “There’s my beautiful girl,” he coos. You grin bashfully, looking away as he kneels in front of you to pull down your sweatpants and underwear, leaving a gentle kiss on your hip. “Jake!” You protest shyly with heated cheeks as he stands in front of you.

“Sorry mi vida, couldn’t resist. This is my first time undressing you, after all.” He smirks before ducking into the shower to turn it on. He strips himself before wrapping his large arms around you to help you in the shower. You let out a happy sigh as the warm water hits your sore body

“Stand still so I can wash you,” he instructs, reaching for your fruity body wash. “Wait,” you interrupt, making him freeze. “Can you use yours? I like smelling like you guys,” you sheepishly admit. It’s quiet for a moment, and you’re worried you weirded him out, when his lips brush against your ear,

“Marc wants you to know that that’s the cutest thing he’s ever heard.”

You grin at his words, trying to ignore the goosebumps left in their wake. “Tell Marc he’s cuter.”

“Alright, alright, enough flirting through me.”

You bring one of Jake's large hands to your mouth, pecking his knuckles. “Aw baby, don’t be jealous. You know I don’t play favorites with my boys.”

Jake smiles so big it makes his eyes crinkle. Suddenly belonging to someone doesn’t seem so bad, especially when they belong to you too. He wordlessly kisses your neck and reaches for their body wash. You giggle to yourself but it turns into a gasp when he puts the cold loofah on your back. “Did I hurt you?” He asks worridley, movements stilling. You shake your head softly, “no, I’m ok, just surprised me. I’ll tell you if it hurts.”

Once he’s washed your back and shoulders he helps you turn around to face him. He runs the loofah over your front, being extra careful of your broken ribs. He places intermittent kisses across your face and forehead to distract you from any discomfort, mumbling apologizes against your damp skin.

After you’re cleaned off he helps you out of the shower, running a fluffy towel across your body to dry you off. “Alright, let’s get you to bed, mi vida,” he coos as he walks you to your room and sits you on your bed. He grabs you some underwear then moves to your closet.

“What do you wanna wear?”

You immediately point to your favorite stolen item of clothing. “The black jumper.”

Jake takes it off its hanger, examining it closely. “Is this Steven’s?”

“Mhmm, I always take his clothes.” You confess as he lays it on the bed beside you.

“Well Steven isn’t the one who just helped you shower but by all means,” he grumbles to himself as he helps you pull up your panties. You playfully roll your eyes at his childness. “I already told you, baby, I don’t play favorites, it’s just that Stevie wears the comfiest shirts. And besides, I don’t have any of your clothes yet.”

“Oh, so now he’s Stevie?”

“I tried to call you Jakey and you said you didn’t like it.”

“I was lying! Obviously!”

You scoff at his unprecedented jealousy. “Just get in bed, Jakey. I want to watch Encanto.”

____

A few Disney movies later Jake leaves to get you dinner and feed Gus II and Gil. When he comes back he’s bearing gifts.

“This one’s from me,” he explains proudly, presenting an oversized Yankees shirt. “And this piece of trash is from Marc,” he groans comically, presenting a Chicago shirt. You giggle at his dramatics, making him smile proudly.

“Oh and the flowers were Steven’s ideas but I picked out the type,” he adds on, holding out a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers. If your body wasn’t in so much pain you’re sure your heart would be beating out of your chest cartoon style.

“I have the best boyfriends ever.”

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blairrwaldorfs · 2 months

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Is It Over Now?

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Fake dating your flatmate, Joe, should be a simple thing. It meant you get to help get his ex back, and it meant you get to stop your parents' nagging about bringing someone home for once. But what happens when fake dating turns into something unexpected? Now, what?

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay! But here we go! A little peek inside Joe's mind and feelings :)

Disclaimer: 18+

Wordcount: 3.3K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten

Joe knew what he wanted for a long time now.

He knew ever since the first night that you two had done this agreement. He knew when you walked out of your room, wearing that mini black dress of yours that made him want to just cancel this ridiculous agreement and focus on moving on instead. Joe knew when he had kissed you for the first time.

Those soft lips that touched his. Those big brown eyes that seemed to always made him forget that there was a world around him that probably thought how much he was in awe of you. The way your lips would curl into a smile, and your laughter that sounded like music in his ears. The way the noise of the pub that night had faded when you had stood between his legs and leaned down to kiss him.

It made him forget about himself for a moment.

It made him forget the world.

It was just you and him.

It made him forget about the idea that you were kissing him to make Ivy jealous. You kissed him that night and ever since then, it was embedded into his veins. Embedded into his brain.

Then, you had worn that silver silk dress and the whole night, Joe was asking the Universe if this was his punishment for bringing you into this mad idea of his. His eyes were on you the whole time, and you stood there and talked to his friends like you didn’t have the care in the world. Joe, on the other hand, was kicking himself completely for being such an idiot. For thinking that someone like you would fall for someone like him.

Someone who was indecisive and couldn’t even organize his life well.

Meeting your parents was a different thing. That was when Joe had realized there was so much in you that you kept hidden from the world for a long time. The anxiety and nervousness that electrified your bones that night was something he never saw in you before. Right before you both arrived at your parents’ house, Joe just wanted to hold you and tell you that everything was going to be okay. That he was there next to you no matter what happened. However, Joe knew the boundaries that you have drawn between yourself and other people.

In fact, Joe barely had seen you ever hug Sara or Abby whenever they came over to the flat. There was always that distance that you have put up. Always an arm’s length even with your closest friends. When your mother had kept shooting her words towards you that night, Joe quickly realized as to why you had put up that boundary between everyone.

You felt like you were never enough.

He saw it in your eyes when your mother kept bringing you down with her commentaries. Your eyes grew dimmed, and you suddenly had fallen inside a dark pit inside your brain. Almost like you found a room inside your mind and hid yourself in there and locked the door until you had disappeared from your body. Your eyes stared into an empty nothingness in front of you, and Joe couldn’t help but slid his hand with yours under the table.

Blinking a few times, he saw how you slowly came back to your body. As if his touch had sent a signal into your brain and to come out from that dark room. He felt you squeezed his hand gently as he defended you in front of your mother.

It was almost like a silent thank you.

For Joe, he would defend you to anyone who would say negative things about you because how could they say something like that about you?

Finding you in your room alone that night, Joe saw the melancholy in your eyes, and he just wanted to take you up in his arms and tell you that you were better than them. That you were so much more than whatever your mind was telling you at that moment. Joe wanted to tell you how much the thought of you was slowly occupying his mind every night. How much of your presence just immediately jumps starts his heart. Joe wanted to tell you that your eyes sparkled, and your smile sent electricity in every bone of his body.

He had fallen.

Hard.

He couldn’t bear to see you like this. Joe saw the way you had pushed down your emotions inside of you. He saw the embarrassment and frustration that washed over you when your mum and dad had started yelling downstairs. He knew that he wasn’t just going to sit there and make you feel as if this was your fault because it wasn’t.

And when he had held you in his arms, he wanted to just freeze the world around the both of you. He wanted that moment to last because it was the first time he had held you without having to pretend. Without having to do a little acting around strangers. If you would ask Joe, he wanted to stop this agreement already because that was the night that he had realized that the one person he had been falling for was the one in his arms. Not Ivy nor anyone else.

It was you.

But that night wasn’t about him. It was about every scar that you hid under your skin from people. It was about how much you had to endure your mother’s words that made bullet wounds in your heart. It was about how much your parents had picked and pulled you apart your whole life, and you were left there until there was nothing left inside of you.

Joe knew that, and he wanted to tell you how strong and magnificent you were. How none of those things that your mother had described you was true.

But how come he couldn’t? How come he was being such a coward?

Was there a part of him that made him feel as if he couldn't face you because he was embarrassed over the fact that he was so obsessed with Ivy that he didn’t realize the one person he had been falling hard for was his flatmate?

That he couldn't seem to end the agreement because he was scared he wasn’t going to see much of you anymore if this all ended? That maybe, you didn’t feel that way about him?

Everyday, he avoided seeing you. He was barely home. Always crashing at his friends’ house just so he could avoid these feelings that were eating him up because why the fuck did he made up this plan? Why the hell was he still acting like he wanted Ivy back? In all honesty, Joe hasn’t even paid attention to her. She had called him a few times, but he was ignoring it.

“Oh, c’mon, Joe…” Ivy slid her hands up on his chest. “Kiss me.”

It was one of those nights where you both had gone to the pub because Ivy and her friends were celebrating something. Joe had excused himself, and you didn’t say anything.

You weren’t bothered over the fact that he was going outside the alley with Ivy. You sat by the bar and nodded your head as you drank your martini. So, he made another ridiculous decision and kept acting like he still wanted Ivy.

Sneaking out with her into the dark alley behind the pubs wasn’t really the best idea. Alcohol was running through his veins, his mind kept telling him that you didn’t feel that way about him, and his emotions were controlling him. He would find himself making out with Ivy to get rid of the unrequited feelings.

He was insane.

You were right about that. He didn’t understand how much he could care for someone until you entered his life. Sure, he was infatuated with Ivy, but this feeling was different when he was around you.

He forgets about himself. He forgets about the world that was around him.

With Ivy, he always wanted to prove to her friends and the world that he was deserving to be with her but with you… He just gets lost in you. He was able to be just… Joe.

It was true that he was obsessed with Ivy during his relationship with her, but it wasn’t Ivy that he was obsessed with. It was the idea of her that he had written in his mind. The idea of having someone that was out of his league. He was looking for something greater, and he thought he could find that in Ivy. He thought that was what he wanted, so he played her games.

He played until both of them lost.

However, after the night of the film festival, it seemed like Joe had lost again. The news of you moving out of the flat got his mind reeling again. He didn’t want to let you go without him telling you how he felt. He knew it was a risk, but he had to tell you. You deserved to know what he felt about you and when he had kissed you, he thought you felt the same way about him. Until you decided to run off that night.

He couldn’t help but scold himself mentally for making you so uncomfortable.

For making you run away.

For losing you all at once.

“Ivy.” Joe opened the front door of the flat that night.

He found Ivy standing in front of him, her eyes sparkling and an excited smile plastered on her face as she threw himself into his embrace.

Joe stood frozen. He was paralyzed as Ivy gripped her arms around his torso and buried her face on his chest.

“What are you doing here?” Joe asked, voice sounded ice cold.

Slowly, Ivy slipped her arms away from his body and her smile faded as she gazed up at him. Joe could see the disappointment in her eyes as she walked past him and entered the flat. Sighing, Joe closed the door behind him before turning to face Ivy, who had her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Why are you acting like you haven’t spent weeks trying to get my attention?” Ivy asked, her voice sounded like she was insulted.

“I…” Joe shook his head. “I wasn’t trying to get your attention. At least not for a long time now.”

Ivy let out a scoff. Her eyes studied the flat, and Joe could see that she was trying to look for a sign of you. If only Joe knew where you were too. He wanted to talk to you and apologize for making you uncomfortable by kissing you.

“What do you want, Ivy?” Joe asked.

“You.” Ivy immediately replied, her eyes finding his. “C’mon, Joe. Really? Your flatmate? Her? We both knew you only were using her to get my attention, and you won. You got my attention.”

Ivy slid her hands up on Joe’s chest, but he was quick to grip her wrists gently and pulled her hands away from him. Ivy knitted her brows together as she stared at Joe. He could tell that she was trying to understand what was going on between him and her.

“It’s over, Ivy.” Joe murmured. “You said it yourself, remember? This isn’t working out.”

“But I thought…” Ivy shook her head, panicked that she was misunderstanding everything.

“Well, you thought wrong.” Joe answered. “So, please. Can you leave?”

Joe opened the front door for her, but she was repeatedly shaking her head as tears welled up in her eyes. Joe exhaled a sharp breath. He knew what she was doing, and he didn’t want to cause any scene, especially that it was Ivy. She liked the drama, and she loved the center of attention. He didn’t need his neighbors complaining about her causing a scene in the middle of the night.

“No, don’t.” Joe shook his head, closing the door. “Ivy, stop.”

“Joe, I love you.” Ivy blurted out the words, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Oh, fuck.

This wasn’t what he wanted to hear from her at all. He took a step forward towards her as she quietly cried in front of him.

“Ivy…” Joe murmured. “Please.”

Ivy walked closer to Joe and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into an embrace. Joe, however, stood there. His limbs felt paralyzed, he couldn’t move, while Ivy sobbed on his chest. Joe didn’t know if this was just her pretending, so he’ll take her back or she was actually crying because she had lost him. Either way, he wasn’t falling for any of it. He was so tired of her games.

“Ivy.” He said sternly, taking her arms off his torso. “This is what you wanted, remember? You were right. This thing between us hasn’t been working out so, please. It’s over.”

“No,” Ivy shook her head. “No, no. I was wrong. I was. I love you, Joe. There’s no one else I want but you.”

Joe watched as Ivy literally crumbled in front of his eyes, and he stood there unable to move his body. He didn’t know what to do. He felt bad for Ivy because in some time, he did care about her. He didn’t want to hurt her like this, but he was also unable to trust her after playing her games all the time. He was over that. He didn’t want that anymore.

“I’m sorry.” Joe murmured, shaking his head.

Ivy wiped her tears with the back of her hand and nodded her head. He saw that she was slowly realizing that she couldn’t do anything about this anymore. Joe exhaled a sharp breath, walking towards her and embraced her in his arms. He felt her body tremble as she sobbed the moment he held her in his arms. Even if Joe didn’t feel that way about her anymore, he still had a history with her. So, when he saw that she seemed a little too unstable to go home, he offered her to stay over for the night until she was okay. He didn’t want her going home like this, especially after the fact that he was the reason why she was sobbing in his arms uncontrollably.

“Bye Joe.” That was the last thing Ivy said to him the next morning.

The front door closed, and Joe was left alone in his own thoughts again. Thoughts about where you have been all night. You didn’t come home at all, and he wondered where you were and if you were okay. Knowing you, he knew that maybe you were with Sara and Abby, but he just hoped that you were okay.

When you had entered that morning still wearing the same dress you had worn at the event, high heels in your hands and red rimmed eyes, he knew you had been crying too.

He couldn’t help but scold himself for hurting you and Ivy.

“Hey,” Joe was just fixing the sofa that Ivy had slept in. “Can we talk?”

Your eyes looked exhausted, and he knew you had been crying. He knew it was because of him, and he wished he could just take you up in his arms at this moment and apologized for being such an ass because what the fuck was wrong with him? He should have ended this agreement long ago but because of his fears, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wasn’t ready to just lose you like that.

However, he had already lost you, right?

The moment you had told him that you were moving out now, he knew you were serious about this. He knew that it was because of the stupid shit he had put you through. Although, Joe couldn’t let you go without at least letting you know how he felt. Without letting you know that he loved you.

You were pushing him away. You were pushing your feelings away because he knew you didn’t want to get hurt anymore. He knew that you didn’t want to suffer the same fate as your parents’ marriage, but he didn’t want to give you that. He wanted to make you happy. He wanted to give you all the love in the world. This was something he never felt about anyone before. This was something he was willing to do anything for so he could hold you in his arms because the thought of losing you was ripping his heart out in pieces.

“I love you.” Joe murmured, and he saw the emotions that suddenly washed over you.

Joe cupped your face in his hands, his chocolate button eyes looking for yours. His thumb softly tracing your lips. Every trembling bone of his body just wanted to kiss you. He wanted to hold you, and he wanted to put a smile on your face. He wanted to split himself open and let you in. He wanted to know all the dark corners of your mind and replace them with light.

“I love you so much.” Joe whispered. “It consumes every bone of my body every day and knowing that I couldn’t hold you in my arms, it kills me.”

And then that was it.

Something had snapped inside of you, and Joe saw it in your eyes. You gave him that permission that you were finally letting go, and you were accepting and believing him. Joe didn’t hesitate to kiss you and held you in his arms, and he was flying. Every part of him was desperate for you, and pulling you close in his arms wasn’t enough.

He needed you closer.

He kissed you like he had been waiting for this moment to happen. Like he had been waiting for his whole life to hold you in his arms, and you were finally here.

If Joe could capture every moment he had with you that night, he would. He would revisit them every time and replay them in his mind because that was everything to him. Feeling your heated body pressed against his and the small moans that would escape your lips made him insane.

“I’m terrified, Joe.” You uttered those words to him.

He knew what was going on in your mind. He knew all the scenarios that were slowly creeping up in your brain, but he wanted to take all of those away. He wanted to make sure that he wasn’t going to break your trust. He wanted to make sure that you could feel his love for you because the way he felt about you didn't have enough words to ever describe it.

As your bodies merged together, Joe touched you so delicately. He touched you and kissed every inch of you, wanting to memorize it. He wanted to kiss away all the pain, kiss away all your fears.

He was so in love with you.

And his heart was about to explode in happiness as he held you in his arms. His thoughts were gone and time had stopped. All he could focus on was you being in his arms. Your head laying on his chest, his fingers softly brushing your hair, and your eyes fluttering close. Your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, and your soft skin against his.

He didn’t think he could feel this much pressure in chest.

He didn’t think that you being in his bed, in his arms could make him lose oxygen in his lungs and at the same time, it was making him feel so alive.

So, when morning came, he also didn’t think he could feel this much hurt in his chest.

Fluttering his eyes open, Joe felt the bed next to him empty. Joe felt the cold air and your presence gone. At the beginning, he thought maybe you had gone to the bathroom but after a few minutes, acceptance had washed over him.

You were gone, and he didn’t know what he did for you to run away like that again.

Was last night didn’t mean as much to you as it did to him?

Was that all?

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Ok so I have a request, but bear with me because I can’t find the prompt list I had seen about it 😩

Basically it was about how in real life, things happen or go wrong during sex that make it more silly. There was a whole list of things that might happen, but I can only remember two of them. One was like someone being too ticklish and the other was body parts making weird noises. Hopefully you at least get the picture with those two examples 😂

I love the idea of sex being fun and silly sometimes and thought it would be really sweet with Bucky :)

18+ This is so cute. I love all of this so much. Awkward sex positions. Queefs.

Bucky giggled.

Giggled.

You looked up at him with curious eyes, a devilish little smile flashed across your face as you went back for the same spot. Your lips nipped and teased his neck where he was most sensitive, making him squirm and wriggle under you.

"It tickles!!" He tucked his chin against his chest, his face flushed from smiling while you straddled him with an amused look on your face.

"I didn't know super soldiers were so ticklish" You grinned, poking his side, making him yelp. He grabbed you and flipped you over, trapping you under him.

"Mhm, and what about you baby" You squealed at the feeling of his beard rubbing in the crook of your neck, desperately trying to wiggle away from him while he held you down, laughing and nuzzling his face into your more. "Do I get to feel all of you now sweet girl"

He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours, his hard length pressed against your tummy, precum making a mess on your skin. You moaned softly, nodding and spreading your legs for him.

"Ow" Your face scrunched slightly, as he spread your legs a little further, your body not as warmed up and flexible as since it was still earlier in the day.

"Sorry sweets, you okay?" You hummed as he pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, pushing his cock into you slowly. "You feel perfect angel" He started off slow, feeling your body with his hands, smiling against your skin each time you clung onto him harder.

"Faster baby" You moaned, pulling him down to kiss his sweet lips, your arms draped around his shoulders. He pounded you against the mattress, his cock slamming in and out of you, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in.

"Come here baby" He pulled out of you, yanking you and bending you over the bed, stuffing his cock right back in you to fuck you from behind.

How you hated the switch from missionary to doggy.

You adored how Bucky could hit your exact spot, except it usually also came with him literally fucking air into you in the process. You blinked, groaning at the way your body just refused to cooperate while with each thrust, the sound that kept escaping your pussy wasn’t something that could be hidden.

Bucky giggled.

With each thrust, he couldn’t help but snicker at the sound while admiring the soft flesh of your ass jiggle each time he pulled your hips back.

"Did you just laugh?!" You couldn't help but laugh yourself, your boyfriend trying to hold in his little giggles while giving you gentle thrusts.

"Can't help it baby" He shrugged, massaging your thighs, his mind now wandering to something else he had wanted to try for a while. "Can-can I fuck you against the wall?"

You blinked back him while he bit his lip, hoping you'd say yes. He was still learning about things he enjoyed during sex and you were the safest most loving person he had ever been with.

"Don't drop me Barnes" You nodded, standing up and padding over to a wall that wasn't near anything so you wouldn't knock anything over.

"I won't drop you" Bucky scoffed, you weighed nothing to him. It wasn't until you were in his arms did he realize it wasn't weight that was an issue and that there was an art to fucking one against the wall.

"How-how do i-" He grunted, lifting you with both arms, when realizing he wasn’t skilled enough just yet to put his dick in you without using his hand. He tried for a second, awkwardly rubbing his tip against your pussy while you held onto him for dear life, unable to understand how anyone enjoyed this position when it took so much effort.

“Is it in yet?”

“I would know if it was in Bucky”

“Damn right you would” Cocky bastard.

“Will you stop priding yourself in your dick size for a second and just use your hand to stick it in”

“Greedy now aren’t we”

“Barnes, just use your hand to put it in and fuck me”

Bucky snorted, managing to shift you so he held you up with his metal arm, lining his cock up with your entrance. He pushed into you, both of you gasping at the feeling as he filled you, both hands now gripping onto your ass and thighs.

Once he got into the rhythm, he couldn't help but lose himself, loving the way you moaned and fluttered around him, the soft thumps against the wall only spurring him on more. Now you understood why people loved this position.

"I'm gona-f-fuck I'm gonna cum" He moaned, his cock throbbing, fucking you faster, sweat beading at his forehead.

"Hold it, fuck keep going Bucky! Don’t stop-" You whined but it was too late, fuck you felt too good.

It was like a cum now button as soon as you told him don’t stop, keep going, his balls tightened against his body, cum bursting out of his cock, spilling his load into you.

"I-HNggg-FucK I’m cumming” He moaned, stilling his movements, panting while still holding you up. "Sorry" He blushed, smiling shy at you while you snorted, shaking your head.

"I told you to keep going!"

"Well, why do you feel so good" He rolled your eyes, carrying you over and dropping you onto the bed, throwing your thighs over his shoulders, pressing a sloppy kiss onto your soaked clit.

"Now hold still while I make you cum pretty girl"

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xxbimbobunnyxx · 7 months

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Jones and Leia

(Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You agree to match Steve’s Indiana Jones costume, but it’s definitely not what he was expecting. WK: 2.3k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected P in V, jealous/possessive Steve, hair pulling, slight dom!Steve, I think that’s it? If I missed any lmk. 18+MINDI!!!!

A/N: This was supposed to be a blurb but it ended up being a whole ass one shot OOPS. But I dedicate this one to my darling Gia @onegirlmanytales I took her wonderful thot and ran with it.

You smirked to yourself in the mirror as you put the finishing touches on your costume. Your boyfriend had practically begged you to be the Marion Ravenwood to his Indiana Jones. You finally agreed to match with him, but you never specified exactly what that costume would be. So when you show up to this party in your perfect replica of the outfit Princess Leia wore on Tatooine in Return of the Jedi, you were hoping to blow his mind.

You gave yourself a final once over, putting on your strappy sandals and grabbing a long coat to wear until you got there. You were still definitely going to freeze your ass off but Steve’s reaction would make every shiver and goosebump worth it.

Normally Steve drives you when you go places together but tonight you told him you were going to ride with Robin who had just recently passed her drivers test. She knew all about your secret costume, she even helped you put it together and keep it a secret from Steve. Which was no easy task when the three of you lived together. You were hardly able to convince him to meet you there under the guise of ‘needing extra time to get ready’.

When you pull up the party was already in full swing, it was mostly people you went to highschool or community college with. Some guy in your math class was throwing it at his parents lake house. You and Robin made your way into the party, weaving through people all dressed in various Halloween costumes. You kept your coat on and buttoned while your eyes searched the crowd for your boyfriend.

You see him before he sees you, he’s standing in the kitchen talking to Eddie, sipping on a beer and laughing.

You have seen the pieces of his costume, but you haven’t seen it on him yet. His tan shirt has one arm ripped off, every button aside from the bottom two are pulled off, leaving his chest and most of his stomach exposed. The hair on his chest that you loved to run your fingers and tongue over was on full display, you could see half his happy trail while the other half was covered by those two buttons. The remainder of the shirt was tucked into his brown trousers that fit him perfectly. The belt and whip around his waist accentuating his already peachy ass. You wanted him to take a bite, you wanted him to use that whip on you. His usually perfectly styled hair was underneath the signature brown hat, accentuating his jaw line.

You momentarily forget your own mission so you can stand there and admire your boyfriend. When he laughs at something Eddie says his eyes light up and he throws his head back revealing that column on his throat you loved to leave little kisses all over.

He must have felt you staring because he looks your way and his lips curl into a huge smile.

“Baby! You’re here!” He holds his arms open for you, beckoning you over. You return his smile as you practically skip over to him.

“Hi Stevie.”

He wraps his arms around your shoulders and engulfs you in his embrace. Your face leans against his bare chest and the smell of everything Steve invades your senses. He smells like home.

“I missed you honey bee.” He places a kiss on the top of your head before grabbing your shoulders to hold you at an arm's length, looking at you up and down with his eyebrow raised. “Where’s your costume?”

“It’s right here.” You gesture to yourself, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Pft. What’re you supposed to be, a flasher?” Eddie snorts and you turn to land a smack on his arm.

“Hey! Ow! That’s ABUSE!” He dramatically grabs his arm and falls back against the counter like you pushed him.

“You are so dramatic, oh my god.” You roll your eyes at him before looking back to Steve. “My costume is under the coat, silly, it’s cold outside.”

“Oh, well can I see?” He looks at you with pouty lips and big brown eyes.

“Yeah Stevie, of course.” You smirk at him as you reach for the buttons on your coat. Slowly popping each one open before finally pushing it off your shoulders.

“Wha-?” Steve actually gasps when his eyes drink you in.

“Do you like it?” You do a little twirl for him so he can get the full effect.

“Do I- of course I like it. In what universe would I not like this? Holy shit baby girl, wow.” He looks you up and down, biting his lip.

“So I was pretty much right, you’re basically dressed as a flasher.”

“EDDIE! Shut. Up. You’re ruining my reveal moment.” You glare at him but he definitely isn’t looking at your eyes. He’s drinking you in and it makes you squirm.

“Dude. Stop messing with my girl. She looks amazing.” Steve looks memorized and you can’t help but giggle, this is exactly the reaction you were hoping for.

“Never said she didn’t.” Eddie said in a sing-song voice, walking off with a wink.

“You look amazing too Steve.” You place your hands on his chest and lean in so you can whisper in his ear. “I only wish I was the one to tear this shirt off of you.”

Steve groans, it was going to be a long night. Especially if you were going to keep teasing him dressed like that.

•

The night has been a rollercoaster for Steve so far. His mind keeps jumping between his nearly irresistible lust for you and full blown jealousy. He wasn’t the only one that couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Every guy here was checking you out, even the ones with dates. The worst part was that you didn’t even notice, prancing around in that little metal bikini, the only thing keeping your ass from being fully exposed was that piece of flimsy purple cloth.

He stuck close to your side all night, never taking his hands off of you and sending every guy who walked by a death glare. But you had left to have a “girls moment” in the bathroom with Robin over ten minutes ago and he was starting to get anxious. He normally wouldn’t worry about how long you’ve been in the bathroom, sometimes you and Robin would be in there for ages even if there wasn’t a line. But he was feeling extra protective and on guard tonight so he started weaving through the crowd toward the bathroom.

He walked down the hall and his steps came to a halt when you came into view. Some dude dressed as Dracula was chatting you up while he stood way too close to you. He watches the guy reach out and put his hand on your shoulder, the way you flinch at the contact and he immediately sees red.

He storms over to you with his nostrils flared and his fists clenched, putting his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close.

“Can we help you?” Steve’s eyes bore into the other man’s, his jaw clenched and his voice almost a growl.

“Yeah man, I was just telling her I like her costume. Return of the Jedi is the best Star Wa-“

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s all you were doing.”

“Dude seriously I wasn’t-“

“Shut up dude, to me it looked like you were touching my girl and making her uncomfortable. Stay the fuck away from her.” He points a finger at the guy, jabbing it hard into his chest.

“Whatever bro, you’re trippin.” The guy scoffs before turning on his heel to walk away.

“Baby, are you okay?” Steve turns towards you with concerned eyes and takes your face in his hands.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You give him a reassuring smile.

“Good. Now get in the fucking bathroom.”

Your eyes widened at his request, if you could even call it that, the look on his face said it was more of a command. Instead of responding you just walked into the bathroom with Steve close behind you.

As soon as he was in the door he slammed it shut, pushing you up against it with one hand on your hip and the other holding your jaw.

“Where. Is. Robin.”

“Uh - that cute girl that works at the bookstore asked her to dance so I told her to go and I was on my way to find you.” Your voice was squeaky and your legs were shaking at the way he was handling you.

“Figures. I knew I couldn’t leave you alone tonight without some asshole trying to flirt with you. I wanted to break his hand when I saw him touch you.” He pressed his body against yours, pulling you flush against him with his hand still cradling your jaw, keeping your eyes on his. You had never seen him this jealous, he definitely gets jealous sometimes but he’s usually pretty secure in your relationship. But right now? You had never seen this side of him.

“Stevie, I don’t care if that guy was flirting with me, I only want you… look at you.” You run your hands down his chest, hooking your fingers in the belt around his waist. Trying to pull him impossibly closer.

“Look at me? Look at you. You’ve been driving me insane all night. In this little tiny outfit, every guy here looking at you like they want to eat you alive. When I’m the only one who gets to do that.” He rubs his nose against yours, still cradling your jaw and his breath tickles your lips.

You lean in for a kiss but the hand holding your face snakes up into your hair and pulls your head back before you can connect your lips with his.

“Bend over the sink.” He abruptly takes his hands off of you, stepping back to allow you room to walk past him.

You bit your lip in anticipation as you walked towards the sink, bending over the counter in front of it. You see Steve come up behind you in the mirror and he looks fucking feral. He must’ve thrown the hat off after you walked by and his hair was in disarray, but in the sexiest way possible, like when you grab onto it while he fucks you into the mattress kinda sexy. The ripped shirt is fully hanging off his shoulder now and you just want to bite into his clavicle. Brown eyes flecked with green never leave yours as he pulls the belt off his waist and undoes his pants.

“If this whip wasn’t flimsy and fake I’d smack your ass with it until it was red.” He growls, gripping into your hips and pulling you backwards toward him.

You can’t see it but you can feel his hard cock rutting against your ass through the thin fabric that drapes from your bikini. Steve flips up the fabric and thanks whatever god there is that the crotch of the bottoms are cotton. He rips them to the side and shoves his cock into you in one motion.

Normally he would take his time with you, make sure you were prepped for the stretch of him. But right now he needs to be inside you. He could see how wet you were the minute the fabric was out of view so he knew you could take it.

He started rutting into you hard and fast, his hands were gripping your hips so tight you were sure there would be bruises tomorrow but you didn’t care, in fact, you hoped there would be. He grabs onto the braid that you meticulously styled earlier that night and wraps it around his fingers, pulling your head back so you were eye level with the mirror.

“Fucking look at yourself while I ruin you.” His thrusts get deeper and faster and your eyes start to roll back into your head until you feel a warning tug on your hair. “I said look at yourself. Look how sexy you look baby, whose pussy is this?”

“Yours! It’s yours Steve! Only yours!”

“Yeah it fucking is, this is my. Fucking. Pussy. You’re mine.”

“Yeah - yes - yours.”

He’s tugging your hair and fucking you so hard all you can do is hang for dear life while trying to keep your eyes on the mirror. His hand that isn’t in your hair snakes around to rub your clit and can feel yourself getting close already. You were a drooling moaning mess and Steve fucking loved it. He wasn’t rough with you often, he liked to make love to you and treat you like a princess but whenever he did get you like this it drove him crazy. He could tell he wasn’t going to last long. He’s been half hard all night looking at you like this.

His lips latch onto your throat, sucking hard, marking his territory and when you feel his teeth graze your skin that’s the final straw. Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, your legs would’ve given out if Steve wasn’t holding onto you.

“OH FUCK! I’m - cumming I’m cumming! You feel so good Stevie, fill me up so good, I want your cum dripping down my legs so when we walk out of here everyone really knows who I belong to!!”

“Holy. Shit. F- UCK!!” He came hard, ropes of his cum filling your pussy so much it started to drip out around his cock. He pumped every last drop into you before pulling out of you and turning you around by your shoulders.

“Fuck honey.” He cradles your face in his hands and places a kiss on your lips that is much softer than how he was just fucking you, loving.

“Wow. I should get you jealous more often.” You giggle against his lips. “That was really hot Steve.”

“Yeah? You liked that? That’s good, because I’m not done with you. Let’s go home.”

After you found Robin and made sure she was okay if you guys left Steve took you home and made good on his promise. Leaving marks all over your body and fucking you until he physically couldn’t anymore.

#steve harrington x reader #Steve Harrington smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #Steve Harrington one shot #Steve Harrington fanfiction

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my-my-my · 6 months

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Could you talk about Aizen"s relationship with Shinji? What he thinks about him? etc

Sure! This ask gave me an itch to reread TBTP because (much to my dismay), I wish we saw Aizen and Shinji interact during TYBW. I hope we see some added content in the anime, but I'm not holding my breath lol.

This is going to be more of a ramble/word dump so I apologize if it's not cohesive!

TW: none!

I'm of the opinion that if there was anyone Aizen wanted to understand him (outside of Urahara), it would have been Shinji. I specifically think about this panel and how interesting it is that Kubo gave Aizen a sad look in his eyes. We don't really see sadness in Aizen, there's only one other scene where I vaguely recall him looking more sad/disappointed (vs him being bored/disappointed).

(This is from Ch -316/TBTP 10)

We know from Shinji's side, he was always wary and somewhat cautious around Aizen. He never trusted him fully and kept him at arms length for everything. On one hand, this leads him to his downfall, but I also read it as Shinji having an immediate gut reaction to not trust Aizen and Shinji could never shake that off. He can be professional with Aizen, but he mentally cannot handle anything beyond that. Something about Aizen felt so fundamentally off to Shinji that he could not get close to him.

So I wonder if this bothered Aizen as well... Aizen is someone who meticulously crafted his persona. He was known to be kind, hardworking and diligent, but something about this persona immediately gave a warning to Shinji.

But I'm not gonna defend Aizen and say he crafted the "perfect" persona - because even he (in a roundabout way) admits he didn't. Even subconscious traits of the "real" Aizen comes through with every interaction Aizen and Shinji would have had with each other, but because of the wall Shinji mentally puts between the two of them, he cannot discern these traits. So while this adds to Aizen's "loneliness complex", it gives him leeway to add in stand-ins with Kyoka Suigetsu. And that's what disappoints Aizen at his core - even his own Captain can't recognize the little things about him.

And this leads me to think that Aizen and Shinji were Lieutenant and Captain for a few centuries at least. We know that at Nanao's graduation from the academy, Aizen was already the Lieutenant of Squad 5:

(Ch. 652/The Theatre Suicide Scene 6)

So yes, Shinji may have had time to "understand" Aizen - but he doesn't. Even at the start of TBTP, Aizen asks Shinji what he's listening to and while Aizen doesn't understand jazz, instead of trying to get to "know" Aizen (even frivously), by asking him "what music do you even listen to then?" he tells him "why did you ask me that then?"

Another thing I noticed is that Aizen (during TBTP) asks a surprising amount of questions (it can be argued though that these are the hypnotized stand-ins asking). He's trying to gain as much knowledge as he can from other people, and Shinji isn't there to answer, or even acknowledge that he's asking questions. It's also "normal" for Aizen to be seen at the library, as Shunsui and the C46 didn't bat an eye at Aizen's alibi. While fundamentally Captain/Lieutenant relationships can really be any sort of dynamic (mentor/mentee, boss and personal assistant), I got the sense that Aizen didn't really "learn" much from Shinji about the ways of Soul Society. Shinji had a tight lip and only shared what needed to be shared likely for work-reasons.

And then there's their shikais! I found it fascinating how both of them have reality-altering shikais. Shinji's shikai being a complete distortion of senses, while Aizen's is subtle manipulation of senses. I don't really have any more to say for that, but I've interpreted this as their way of being honest with people. Shinji's manipulation of senses is very cognizant and deliberate - Shinji is blunt. Aizen's is subtle but traumatizing - you can't trust anything coming from Aizen.

I think though, Shinji's experience with Aizen shaped how he treats his Squad going forward. I have a soft spot for headcanons for how Squad 5 operates post-Aizen's incarceration. Shinji treats Momo much differently than he did with Aizen because he knows what it's like being used and completely victimized by Aizen. There's no point in him being on his guard against someone who was hurt just as badly as he was by Aizen's hand. There is a sense of camaraderie they share in that sense. No one (arguably) "knew" Aizen as much as they did because they worked with him in such close capacity. I'd love to know what lies and truths Aizen shared with them lol.

Sorry again for this ramble, but thank you for this ask! Wish we see/have more Squad 5 content, but alas!

#bleach #aizen sousuke #shinji hirako #aizen sosuke #sosuke aizen #hirako shinji #bleach headcanons #answered #shinji #aizen

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berryhobii · 7 months

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Hello! I hope you are doing well! I love your work and I think what you are doing is amazing, thank you so much! I was wondering if you could write a drabble about YN and namjoon where she is jealous because someone is flirting with her man, but joon does not realise, so it ends up in really steamy sex where namjoon reasures reader she is it for him!

Thanks for your request! I really hope you like this!

There was no doubt that Namjoon was the ideal guy for a lot of people. He was the kind of person you’d be proud to take home to your parents.

Educated. Well spoken. Clean. Polite. A gentleman.

He was just wonderful. The absolute perfect man for you.

And only you.

Don’t get it wrong, you were very secure in your relationship with Namjoon. You’ve been together since college and were still going strong all these years later. Through college and your first steps in your respective careers, you two have always been joined at the hip. Supporting one another through every obstacle and loving each other through every milestone of your relationship.

There was no doubt in either of your mind’s that you two were meant for each other. It was wildly obvious that you were obsessed with each other.

But despite all of that, there were still some people out there who just didn’t know how to take a hint.

Namjoon had told you of an art show that one of his old friend’s was hosting and of course, you would be coming as his plus one. Supporting your man was very important to you and being there for him just made him feel so loved.

So you both got dressed to the nines—him in a sharp suit and you in a gorgeous floor length dress that made him want to marry you all over again.

The event was lovely, the art timeless and innovative, and the conversation both hilarious and inquisitive. Both you and Namjoon were in your element.

After chatting for a little while and browsing the art, you went to the bathroom to relieve yourself and touch up your makeup.

“I’ll be right back.” You said in Namjoon’s ear, taking your purse from his lap. He almost always carried it for you since you’d grow tired of it after a while. Especially if it didn’t have a strap.

He hummed and nodded, accepting a quick kiss from you before you stood to your feet to walk off. His eyes diligently watched you the entire time until you disappeared. Good thing he could see the opening to the bathroom from his seat. That lessened his nerves just a tad. He honestly hated when you weren’t in his eyesight. Not that you couldn’t protect yourself but he just always felt protective over you.

After you were done in the bathroom, you made your way back to Namjoon. A few people stopped you to chat, admiring your wedding ring and exchanging information for future business conquests. By the time you made it back to where Namjoon was sitting, your feet were killing you and you were about ready to call it a night.

As you caught sight of your giant of a husband, you paused in your tracks at the current scene going on in front of you.

Namjoon was surrounded by three people, 2 of which you’ve never seen before—2 men and a woman. The men were standing just to Namjoon’s right, laughing at something that was said and the woman was to Namjoon’s left, talking about something that you assumed was dumb.

But all you could focus on was her hand that was placed on his bicep. And did she just squeeze it?! The only person who could feel him up was you! Who the hell did she think she was? Does she not see the wedding band around his finger? An undeniable sign that he’s already spoken for?

Knowing Namjoon for all these years, you knew he wasn’t always the type to voice his uncomfortablenesses. He didn’t like making scenes over small things. You could tell he was the slightest bit uncomfortable with her hand touching him, judging by the way he kept lifting his arm to adjust his glasses so that she’d stop. But then she’d just laugh again and place her arm right back on his arm.

You couldn’t help the little feeling bubbling inside of you. It surprised you a little, honestly.

It wasn’t really jealousy though. No, that wasn’t it.

You weren’t jealous.

You were…….ticked off.

Straightening your face, you fixed your posture before strutting right up to them. Namjoon caught sight of you immediately, his eyes brightened and a smile spreading across his face, those kissable dimples indenting his cheeks. Goodness, he was so adorable. You just wanted to kiss his face and smother him with love.

He stood to his feet, her hand dropping from his arm again. Good.

“Darling, you’re back.”

You smiled lovingly at him, fluttering your eyelashes in a way that made his heart soar.

“I am. You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Placing your hand on his arm, the same place she had, you leaned into his embrace but not before making quick eye contact with the woman behind him. She simply raised an eyebrow which ticked you off just a little more.

“Oh yeah. These are some of my old friends.” He moved so that he could introduce you and so that the others could fully see you. “Everyone, this is my wife, y/n.”

After introducing you to everyone, you learned Ms. Touchy Touchy’s name was Yui. Apparently, she was one of the people Namjoon studied abroad with during freshman year. That was before you even met him.

Namjoon offered you his seat but Yui jumped up from hers. “No she can sit here. Those shoes look painful. Cheaper ones normally don’t have support.”

Oh this bitch.

“Yeah. I guess my Jimmy Choo’s are cheaper than most of my shoes.” You shot back with a smile, stepping forward to take her seat. “I like your shoes too. I think I saw them when I was shopping for phone cases on Shein.”

Sucking her teeth, she moved to sit on the other side of Namjoon, placing a hand on his arm once again.

“So Namjoon, we were planning on grabbing some drinks later. You should join us. We can catch up some more. Unless you’re still as much of a lightweight as you were in college.” She leaned forward a little more, the opening of her blouse revealing her cleavage.

Namjoon lifted his hand to touch adjust his glasses again but her hand remained firm.

“Oh uh….” You could see the nerves in his face.

You decided to intercept before it got too far. “We can’t. We have to be up early to meet our friends for brunch, don’t we baby?” You lifted your own hand to place on his chest. It just so happened to be the hand with your enormous wedding ring on it. Her eyes caught it, just the hint of a sneer twitching at her lips.

Namjoon glanced over at you and then to her. “Yup! That’s right. We have brunch. Maybe some other time.”

Or maybe never.

“My love, I’m actually really tired. Don’t you think it’s time to go home?” You batted your eyelashes at him, bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

He kissed your temple again. “Of course baby. Let’s go say goodbye to Lee and then we can go.” He stood and held out his hand for you to take. “We’re gonna go guys but we should catch up soon.” He gave Jackson and Joshua a quick guy hug before turning to Yujin and giving her a side hug.

“You should take my number down, Namjoon. We could catch up…..privately.” Her suggestive tone made you want to snatch her right out of those cheap shoes.

“His phone is dead. He always forgets to charge it. Come on baby. There’s Lee. It was nice meeting you guys and seeing you again Jackson.”

Once you and Namjoon got back home, he went to take a shower while you sat at your vanity to remove your makeup and take the pins out of your updo.

You couldn’t stop thinking about that Yui chick. What was her deal? Commenting on your shoes? Ha! Your credit card didn’t have a limit. You could buy every pair of shoes in her closet a thousand times over. And being all touchy feeling with your husband. It’s like she was asking to get taken out at the kneecaps.

The bathroom door opened, steam billowing out and your sexy husband stepped out. Water dripped from his hair and down his pecs, a towel hung low on his hips and another in his hands that he was drying his hair with.

Your sharp eyes followed him across the room as he walked over to the closet to pick out a pair of boxers. The thick muscles in his back contracted and shifted with every movement, light red marks stretched across the honey kissed skin, remnants of your love making from this morning. And you could still feel the bruises his fingers indented in your hips when he was giving you the back shots of the century.

Namjoon was yours. All yours. Pushy women like that didn’t make you nervous.

“What’s bothering you?”

You blinked out of your daze, just now realizing that Namjoon was crouched down next to you.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

He placed his hand over yours in your lap, his palm slightly cold from coming from the shower.

“You were quiet the entire ride home. And you didn’t come into the bathroom with me to have a conversation about dinner like you always do. What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t fight the smile that rose to your face. He knew you so well.

Sighing, you reached out a hand to cup his cheek. “It’s just, that Yvette chick kept touching you and I could see you were uncomfortable. You only fix your glasses that much when you’re uncomfortable.”

“You mean Yui?”, he asked.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I didn’t like how she kept touching you. Then that comment on my shoes? Ugh.”

Namjoon thought you were adorable.

“Baby, are you jealous?”

You sputtered, scoffing and waving your hand around. “I rebuke that, of course I’m not jealous. I just don’t like people touching what’s mine.” The hand that was cupping his cheek went to grip his chin, tilting his chin up so that your dark eyes could lock with him.

“You’re mine. I’m the only one that can touch your arms like that.”

He smirked, lowkey loving how slightly possessive you are. Seeing you get all pouty over some girl touching him made him remember one of the many reasons he was head over heels for you.

“Oh yeah?”

“When will you learn you’re the only one I want? Huh? Fuck, you think I’d let this sweet little pussy go?”

You could barely hear him. The force of his thrusts was knocking your cute little brain all around. You’re pretty sure you just forgot your name but why did you need yours when you knew his?

“Na……nam….” Damn, you could barely get his name out.

Your moans and whimpers were only pushing him further. He’d fuck you until his cock was imprinted in your slick walls, until there was no amount of doubt left in you.

Grabbing both of your ass cheeks in his hands, he pushed his entire cock into you, the head of it resting right against your cervix. Your mouth dropped, hands scrambling to grab onto anything only to meet the mattress since you’ve already ripped the sheets and pillows off the bed.

You tried to run from him but he held firm. “No.” He growled in your ear. “Tell me who I belong to. Tell me.” One of his hands went around to your clit, pressing into harshly and rubbing quick circles on it.

You shook your head, mouth dropping and eyes crossing as he pushed you to your nth orgasm of the evening.

His hips started again, this time even faster, his fingers working your clit and stimulating the little nub past the point of overstimulation.

“Tell me. Who do I belong to?”

With drool dripping off the corners of your mouth, you let out a strained, “Me….”

“Again.” His hand that wasn’t on your clit placed 3 slaps in succession on your ass.

“Me!”

His grin was almost animalistic, ego flaring at hearing you moan out your claim on him.

“That’s right. I’m yours. All yours. Don’t forget.”

In a flash, you were flipped over on your back, feet pushed up to your ears. You instinctively brought your arms around your knees to keep yourself folded.

Namjoon bit his lip. Why would he let go?

Grabbing his cock, he lined back up with your abused cunt before pushing back into your dripping heat. Your head repeatedly hit the bed, the feeling of him filling you back up too much to handle.

The pace he set should be considered criminal, his own orgasm close.

He couldn’t take his eyes off your pleasured face. Your eyes were hooded and unfocused, your plump lips wet with drool and his kisses, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. You were so beautiful. He’d be damned if he ever let some old friend he barely paid attention to make you feel like he didn’t want you. He only wanted you. That ring on your finger, this house, all those Chanel purses—they were all for you. He meant what he said in his vows. You were the only person he had his eyes on and you would be for the rest of your lives.

If he needed to fuck it into you every now and again, he’d happily oblige.

Reaching out, he gripped your face, squishing your cheeks and making your lips purse. He leaned down to whisper, “I’m all yours baby. I promise. I love you and only you, okay?”

You knew that. Of course you did.

“Now cum all over my cock.”

#bts #bts smut #bts x black reader #namjoon smut #askberryhobii

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genmaichafan · 23 days

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i did my best boss o7 again almost not following the prompt

no beta we just die

“You know you can tell me anything la Mia preda?”

Donna sat next to you on the long and upscale couch. She sat close but out of arm's reach. Her body language attentively leaned in but open.

You looked deeply into her eyes, sparkling a beautiful brown in the dim artificial lighting of her house. You would love to have gotten lost in them but it would've been rude to ignore her.

“Yeah.” you trailed off into thought despite being aware the answer was not quite good enough.

You always got a sense of danger coming from Donna after she clearly caught wind of your affections. Although you'd thought that you were mostly past the point of being just a lay because well it's been a couple of weeks of hanging out with Donna and there had been none of the aforementioned “laying”. In fact this was the first time you were in Donna's house where you didn’t feel you were in ‘danger’ of being a one night stand. Even if in past times you only made it as far as the door.

Despite the big step you were much more comfortable that you were not just going to be eaten up.

You had the sense in the past people only came in to never come back, whatever reason that was.

You were not letting yourself be one of those people.

You made sure to try to get to know the real Donna and not just her professor, but damn if she didn't keep you at arm's length.

“Something wrong? You put the smile back on your face.

“No, I'm fine just thinking about you.”

This caused a wry smile to crawl onto Donna's lips.

Ah. there was that sense of danger again.

“You know i don't wanna just sleep with you right?” you couldn't help but blurt out in the moment. While maybe not true to the initial impression you truly meant it. Feeling slight guilt for the initial lusting.

Donna's face shifted into an expression of slight melancholy and culpability.

“What if i told you that's what i wanted from you instead.:

“I wouldn't believe you.”

Despite all Donna tried there was a loneliness about her, big and apparent as an Olympic size swimming pool.

It wasn't immediately fathomable to the average person why she would be. She was quite the popular person on an opinion-al level and mostly kept to herself otherwise.

But to you it seems it was clear as day every one that comes leaves the way they came.

Donna was silent. She could say the opposite but a silent understanding was that it'd be a lie.

“And if you knew the real me, if I actually did want more, would you leave?”

“Never.” you didn't hesitate to answer back.

“ the most amazing part is that i somehow believe you [y/n]”

“Then let me make you more than believe.” you reached a warm hand towards hers. Gently lacing your warm fingers with her icy ones.

She stared at the contact with a shy smile. You've never seen you look so bare.

_________

It's been a couple weeks since you've gotten Donna to open up. You've learned many things about her. A couple of things being:

Donna's is actually shy and embarrassed often enough to see her face flush a bit. Especially when she receives compliments from you nowadays. It seems she really believes you now, and doesn't keep you at arms length.

The few times you had seen Donna eat it had been medium rare meat. You'd offered to cook for her but she insisted that you don't since she was a picky meatatarian. Which you'd tried to scold her about but she assured you that she was as healthy as could be.

She loves cats and she has one of them of her own named Angie: A ragdoll with unique markings.

She's slightly allergic to the sun, and that's why she mostly lives at night.

And while naturally shy she'd learned to be confident in her ‘many’ years alive. (although she barely look 30)

You've noticed that her ears twitch excitedly when she sees you for the first time that day.

And finally noticed that when open she truly loves people and things deeply.

______

You went to knock on Donna's door for the third time this week, and like all the others Donna seemed to have noticed you coming because before you had time to knock she had already opened the door.

Donna seemed genuinely happy whenever you came over and you could say the same.

“Mi-” she coughed loudly

“[y/n]- would you like some wine this very late evening?”

“No thank you, I know you don't personally drink.”

Hearing this Donna couldn't help but pull you close to her.

“That's true, I prefer to get drunk on your presenza.”

Wrapping her arms around your waist; Donna smiled at you dreamily.swaying gently while humming, savoring the moment between the two of you. Leaning into the moment you rest your head on her chest.

Making note of,, the lack of heartbeat…?]

Donna was truly enraptured by the moment to notice the worry going on in your head for your lover.

You slowly pulled away.

“Donna, are you feeling well?”

“Better than ever, why?”

“Your heart beats are very faint, I can't hear it.” you half lied.

“Ah, don't worry, that's not a problem.” she gave you an assuring smile.

“It's been like that for a long time.” she assured you. Holding on to your hand leading into the next area of the house. She really did seem ok so you pushed worry and that ever bleeding sense of danger away for the time being.

_____ Donna leads you around to a part of her house that you had seen but really explored before. The most noticeable feature was a slightly ornate door that clearly led to the backyard.

You had never been there but you could tell it was a special place for Donna.

Yet today, She let you in.

It was the most splendid beautiful garden the moonlight could provide.

All the flowers were heavily budding, the various smells of each mixed and perfumed the air in an enchanting way.

You felt gifted to be shared with this.

“-[y/n]” again she almost called you something else and hesitated. Donna was clearly holding back.

“I wanted you here specifically tonight because this moon the flowers will bloom, and i wanted it to share it with you [y/n]”

Just like a flower a smile blossomed across your face.

“Thank you, I know how special this place is to you.”

Donna bit her lip and wrapped her arms around your waist once again.

“Of course m-mi tesoro” she paused, not sure if you could understand what was being said “my darling..”

You beamed in the moonlight as you returned the gesture. Resting your arms on her shoulder, lacing the fingers behind Donna's neck.

Finding yourselves intimately close once again you could feel her exhale against your skin. Her hands moving down to the small of your back. Both your gazes flickering between the others eyes and somewhere lower.

“Mi tesoro, may i kiss you.” you nodded as the distance closed between the two of you. Sharing the first of many kisses. Paying no mind to the now blossoming flowers you had come here for.

#donna beneviento #donna benevento x reader #donna x reader #my fics

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alwaysteveswife · 11 months

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Fate Or Chance | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Summary: Read the summary here, it's much more complete, but, in a nutshell, it's about Steve and you meeting for the first time in a movie theater on Valentine's Day 💕.

Warnings: Fluff, Model! Steve, Designer! Reader.

Words: 1.9k

You brought your hands to your lips, sighing over them to warm them. People walked briskly by your sides, some even bumping into your shoulder, apologizing in hushed tones. Signs with red and pink hearts filled every place, from food businesses to clothing and lingerie stores.

And in the midst of that was you, with your downcast countenance, watching some men enter the stores with a smile of excitement, and women, with flushed cheeks as they left a clothing or chocolate store. You couldn't lie, you felt a little envious, but what could you do besides watching those people being happy with their partners?

Your cell phone rang, making you come out of your little cloud of depression and singleness. The number was Alex's, your best friend. You answered almost the second after she dialed.

"Did you get to the movies yet?" Alex said on the other end of the phone.

"I'm close" you smiled, stopping your step as you saw the large Cinemark sign. You were happy to at least be able to enjoy a horror movie with your best friend, "Why do you ask? are you going to be late?"

Alex sighed heavily, something that made your stomach clench and your nerves make you nauseous. You knew that sigh so well.

"No, not exactly," a noise in the background along with a man's laughter only confirmed your suspicions, "Eddie came as a surprise, you know, for Valentine's Day."

"Oh" you said quietly, your smile fading almost as quickly as it had appeared. Alex and Eddie had been dating for about 10 years, lived through a lot together and always leaned on each other. You admired them, too much. Neither had much time for the other, Alex was a surgeon and Eddie had a band that became incredibly famous in the late 80s.

You didn't want to spend Valentine's Day alone, but you also didn't plan to put your happiness above your best friend's, so, taking a big breath of fresh air, you responded.

"I'm glad he was able to come see you today" you tried to sound as cheerful as possible, because you were actually very happy for them. "You should stay with him, you haven't seen each other for a long time."

Alex blew out the air she had built up. You couldn't help but smile at that, she really was a great friend.

"Thanks for understanding, Y/N, I promise I'll make it up to you."

"There's nothing to make up for, I love seeing you happy, you're like, I don't know, my favorite couple in the world" you let out a laugh as you heard Eddie shout that you were his second favorite girl in the world, "I gotta go, the show starts in a few minutes."

"Enjoy the movie for me, okay?"

"I will, don't worry" you kept up your pace, walking into the movie theater a little more down than before, but not taking the smile off your face, "Bye."

Steve turned off the alarm clock beside him, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He glued his gaze to the spotless ceiling of the hotel room he was staying in for the weekend.

"You awake already?" muttered Eddie, standing in front of a full-length mirror, his hands working deftly through his hair. He was seeing Alex again today after an entire season out of the country.

"Yeah, I see you too" he sat up in bed, his eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks a little too slowly. Eddie couldn't help but smile mischievously at the sight of him.

"What? you have no one to spend this wonderful day with?" as he teased Steve, he picked up his perfume and poured it on too much. Steve wasn't happy about it, that one in particular was too expensive for him to wear like that.

"Shut the fuck up" he stood up at last, stretching his arms above his head. He hid his feet in his soft cotton slippers, walking lazily to the dining room.

Hundreds of papers were lying on the kitchen counter, all with Steve as the addressee. After his last job, many well-known fashion brands wanted him for their advertising.

He ignored them all, too tired to pay attention to them. He kept walking until he reached the spacious kitchen. His stomach growled in protest.

"I left a slice of pizza from last night lying around" Eddie shouted as he ran for the front door, "I'm going to Alex's house, don't wait for me, I don't think I'll make it."

"Just beat it" he said jokingly, pulling out a bottle of milk and taking a big gulp of it. He had to take care of his physique, much to his bad luck.

The door slammed shut, leaving Steve all alone in an overly large hotel room by one person. For some reason, he felt extremely lonely.

He stood for a few seconds staring at the door, thinking about how different his morning would have been if he had someone special in his life, as well as Eddie and Alex. It hurt him to think like that, it hurt him to think that he might end up alone and with no one to love him, unable to achieve his biggest dream, to have a beautiful family to give his body and soul to.

He tried to erase those intrusive thoughts, put away the bottle of milk and headed for the bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a sheet of paper hit his face.

"What the...?" He brushed it off with a frown, turning to look at the sliding door to the balcony. Eddie had left it open. "Stupid wind."

He looked at the paper, noting that it was a job offer at a freelance firm. Confused, he looked through the rest of the letters, noticing that, in one of the envelopes, came a set of photos with the work they had been doing so far.

The photography was fine, the models were exotic and diverse, something that caught his attention, but, without a doubt, what completely captivated him were the designs the models were wearing. They were very visually appealing.

In less than a second he was already dressed and with his wallet in hand, ready to go somewhere with a computer available so he could do some research about the place.

He wandered around town until he found a library with computers in it. He hurried to grab one and took a seat, typing in as fast as he could the name of the company.

His research led him to a website with a nicely perfected design, the designs available were similar to the samples, but much more eye-catching. He smiled unconsciously.

When he reached the footer, a phone number accompanied by a name caught his eye. It was the name of the manager and Lead Designer, Y/N Y/L/N. He pulled the crumpled letter out of his pocket, the reverse side facing the ceiling. He took a pencil from the pen next to the computer and quickly wrote down the data. For the first time in a long time he was really excited about getting a job.

With a big smile on his face, Steve walked gleefully towards the local subway station hoping he could go visit Eddie and Alex and tell them the news. He skipped down the stairs two at a time, ignoring the leering looks some girls were throwing at him; he couldn't think of anything else but your name, after all, so far you were the Designer that best complemented his personal tastes.

He took a seat on one of the subway chairs next to a man in a suit. He looked furious. Steve almost fell out of his seat when he saw the man give him a withering look.

"Hey," he mumbled, getting up and standing in front of Steve. "You like horror movies?"

Steve blinked slowly, his lips parting slightly. What did he say?

"Ah, yeah, I guess, why the question?" He mumbled in confusion, his brow furrowing slightly as he watched the man toss his a white-colored ticket.

"Here, I'll give it to you, I don't need it anymore anyway."

Steve tried to talk to him, to ask why he was giving that to him, but as soon as he got up, the man was gone on the train that had just arrived, leaving him with confusion and a ticket to a movie he didn't even know was in release.

"Thank you" you said as you took the box of popcorn from the worker's hands and headed to the room where the show would be screened. Definitely ignorant of the red hearts that decorated it.

You handed over your ticket and nodded when you heard the instructions. Room 4, booth K12. You considered it decent, not too close, not too far. You went on your way and entered the room. Empty.

You sighed, walking down the steps and ignoring the fact that this was too ridiculous, what was so unbelievable about watching a horror movie in company? If you had a partner, you thought, you would definitely watch this with him on Valentine's Day, mainly because they were on sale.

You walked until you saw the letter K on the seat, looking carefully for the number you were entitled to. Just then, you heard heavy footsteps and a man's panting. You decided to ignore it and take a seat.

"Dude, it sure is empty in here" you heard the man say. His footsteps could be heard closer and closer.

For a single second you thought he had an attractive voice, but preferable to keep that thought to yourself, you weren't the kind of person to flatter random people who came to watch the same movie as you.

The sound of the chair next to you made you freeze in place. You turned your head so fast that your neck became sore. Your eyes widened when you saw who it was.

Steve fucking Harrington was sitting next to you in a completely empty movie theater. You felt your heart race at the thought of sharing the same air as the one you admired so much.

"Hi" he smiled awkwardly as he noticed your relentless gaze stopping on him, "what a coincidence that we happened to be together, don't you think?".

You opened your mouth. Nothing. You tried again, but could only let out a soft "yes". You were red with embarrassment, why did this have to happen to you just today?

"Uhm, well, I was just saying that because I didn't want you to think I'm a weirdo or something for sitting here when the cinema is empty, but, you know, it's forbidden to occupy any seat other than yours" from then on you stopped paying attention to what he was saying, you were too busy thinking about how good he looked and how funny it was to hear him talking so fast.

Before you could help yourself, you let out a laugh. Too loud a laugh. You covered your mouth almost instantly, opening your eyes too wide to look normal.

You both looked at each other in silence; you, trying to read Steve's expression, and he, processing what you had just done. In the end, it was Steve who broke the silence. A set of strange laughs made you feel self-conscious, was he making fun of you?

"What was that?" he said between laughs, his eyes forming little crescent moons that sparkled with intensity, "I've never heard someone laugh like that."

"God, how embarrassing" you whispered, covering your face with both hands, feeling the heat rise to your ears.

"Seriously, what do I have to do to hear it again?"

Your heart stopped for a second. You opened a space between your fingers to watch Steve's face. You swore his smile could have killed you. He was smiling so genuinely that, for a second, you forgot that you had let out a laugh so loud and embarrassing that, if there had been more people there, they would be trying to throw you out.

"I..." you gulped, drawing out all your personality for the next move. After all, it was highly unlikely you were going to find it again, "well, you'd have to do something too crazy, maybe shave your head?"

Steve laughed again, this time you joined him. You don't know how long you were like that, the stomach ache and tears were already too present, so you guessed a good while, but you didn't care.

"I'm Steve, by the way" he smiled with a chuckle, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Y/N" you nodded in his direction, lowering your voice a little at a time as you noticed the screen begin to brighten and the lights dimmed. You turned to look at the screen with a big smile.

You were so caught up in your world that you didn't notice how, even though the show was about to start, Steve didn't take his eyes off you for quite a while, his eyes shining with excitement and his chest quivering with warmth.

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deleteddewewted · 9 months

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Single Dad! Aizawa Headcanon

Aizawa x Gn! Reader

W/n: This is an Au where divorced Aizawa raises his daughter Eri all on his own till he meets the reader. He is not originally 1-A's homeroom teacher.

W: Single Parent Aizawa, Doctor! Reader, Parent Au, Eri is Aizawa's Biological Child, Angst, Fluff, Mentions of Cheating, Hurt/Comfort

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He's cautious with everyone especially people who interact with his daughter Eri.

She's his everything, his reason for waking up and doing his job. He'd be damned if he allowed someone to come into her life and hurt her.

That's why he was weary to date ever again.

His divorce with his ex-wife was messy. She wanted nothing to do with their daughter and it made it harder on him because he now had to explain to his daughter why "mommy" wasn't coming to see her.

He loathed his ex. She not only destroyed their marriage but she also left her own daughter in pieces.

Because of that, he vowed to never date or remarry ever again.

Love for himself was something he put on the back burner so he could dedicate his time to Eri and her healing since she needed to be put in therapy after the divorce.

He continued teaching and eventually found himself being transferred to the 1-A classroom as their homeroom teacher.

It came with a hefty bonus and greater responsibilities but it allowed him to have greater security.

He moved himself and his daughter to a more secure and safer part of the city that was closer to the school.

He got his daughter new toys and even got her a cat to keep her company while he graded papers at home.

He wanted to give her the safety she felt she lacked.

So when he met you, he struggled to keep you at arm's length.

His daughter was the only person he wanted to focus on but you kept worming into his heart and eventually invaded every thought.

You were a doctor who he started seeing after Mic recommended you.

You were good at your job, always managing to get your patients the best recovery plans and treatment so they could go back to duty.

You've reset his shoulder one time and on another just drawn blood to see if he's caught anything he should be working on.

According to you, his blood pressure is too high and he had to start limiting his caffeine intake.

You were perfect.

He felt the back of his neck and ears run hot whenever you were close by.

Your laugh was infectious and your presence was overwhelming.

You were perfect.

And you were great with children.

You made sure to always ask him about Eri.

You even made him lunch with the addition of a to-go box because you made extra for Eri.

You were a godsend and you didn't even know it.

He invited you to his apartment to meet his daughter.

Eri was weary of you at first, you were a stranger after all and she was still processing the separation.

She slowly started coming out of her shell as you started complimenting her clothes.

She was wearing a cat hoodie with a fur lining. Her slippers were matching but held the addition of little hat ears.

It was absolutely adorable.

As the night went on, Aizawa began relaxing as Eri seemed to like you and the conversation.

He's never seen his daughter smile too much around a stranger.

He kept inviting you over under the gauze of hanging out and that Eri misses you.

And he wasn't completely lying. Eri did adore you.

You were the only other thing she talked about. She begged her dad to keep inviting you just so you could show her more pictures of your cats which she had grown fond of.

You were a positive change and it was a little overwhelming to him because he never thought that someone could make his heart skip a beat ever again after his separation.

He asked you out when he was visiting your clinic for a check-up on an injury.

His nose had been broken and he needed you to reset it back into place and drain the blood out that clogged his sinus.

Through gritted teeth and bloody lips, he asked you out to dinner at his since he couldn't leave Eri alone.

"I'd love to go out with you. Why don't we make it a family-friendly date so Eri can spend time with us?" You were happy to include Eri and you were happy to have dinner with him.

He spent the time leading up to your arrival at his home stressing.

You were nothing like his ex-wife and he knew that.

But his fears still crept in as he made sure to clean up so his home looked presentable.

You arrived at his apartment in your regular clothing and brought with you treats for him, Eri, and their cat.

The night was a success and soon enough you found yourself helping Aizawa get Eri to her bed and tucking her in.

"Thank you for.... being understanding." He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand while avoiding eye contact with you.

He'd understand if you found him to be too much baggage with his child and his career.

You were so nice to him and to his kid that he felt almost embarrassed that you were so kind.

"No problem, Shota. I hope we could do this again sometime soon. I love spending time with you and Eri." You kissed him goodbye as you left for your own apartment.

Since then, his mood has improved. His students notice it and so do his friends.

He gets injured less and his blood pressure is regulated.

He felt refreshed, new, and free.

You were nothing like his ex.

You were someone who he could rely on to have his back.

You were there when Eri needed help

You were a parent to her that she adored with all of her little heart.

You were the person who he saw himself spending the rest of his life with.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #aizawa x y/n #aizawa shouta #mha #bnha #mha aizawa #aizawa shōta #bnha aizawa #erasermic #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #single dad! aizawa #dd speaks

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maya-eden · 2 years

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Sixth Sense - Part 1 ~ Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Blood, Physical Fights, Red Room

Word Count: ~4.3K

Summary: In which Natasha Romanoff discovers the secret of her N° 1 enemy in the Red Room, Y/N Y/L/N.

Part 1 | Part 2

Natasha liked believing she was born with a sharp sixth sense.

How would she have survived in this world without one, after all?

From having been abandoned by her mother as a baby, to being kidnapped and forced into an assassination program...only the strong and intelligent people would make it out alive.

Natasha knew this, having grown desensitized to the sight of little girls, who simply didn't have that fighting instinct, being murdered within their first hours at the organization.

She hated to admit it but she became softer on the first-ever mission she was sent to.

Along with three other agents, they needed to play the role of a perfect family that had moved to the United States in hopes of living a better life.

Natasha was the older daughter, and Yelena was the youngest. Alexei and Melina played the parents.

The redhead understood that it was all a facade- an act that would end as soon as Alexei managed to steal enough information from the American government.

But Yelena didn't know this. For her this was real- her real life and her real family.

So who could blame Natasha for caring about the blonde girl?

The little shine that would appear in her eyes whenever she was happy and her wholehearted laugh was enough to twist the strings of anyone's heart.

So she grew protective of her and began seeing her as a little sister.

It was a mistake.

She let herself feel emotions. Let herself fall into the sickly trap that was love.

Yelena and her were ripped apart from each other the minute the mission ended and they were sent back to the Red Room.

All they had left to remind each other of the existence of the other were little polaroid pictures that they hid from the guards upon inspection.

A lot of things had changed inside the organization ever since Natasha had left.

The air felt different when she stepped inside the dorms again and everyone turned to look at her.

Everyone but one person.

Natasha had never seen her before.

Perfect Y/H/C hair that was softly brushed back, well-structured face, perfect lips, and unflawed skin.

She was gorgeous.

The kind of girl that Madam B always kept an eye on. The kind of girl that would later become a perfect, irresistible agent.

She laid on her bed with crossed legs and kept her gaze fixed on the book resting in her lap. The bored expression on her face let Natasha know she couldn't care less about her arrival and the red-head felt something brewing at the end of her stomach because of it.

As if sensing the redhead's eyes on her, the new girl raised her gaze and the two made eye contact. Green met Y/E/C and Natasha felt her breath being caught up in her throat.

She had never felt this way towards anyone before.

So, as she moved to her bed, who just so happened to be beside the new girl and the latter went back to her reading as if nothing had happened, Natasha made up her mind.

This weird feeling was her sixth sense alerting her.

The new girl was bad news.

Natasha was to stay away from her.

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Y/N.

Y/N Y/L/N was her name.

Natasha learned that on her second day back at the Red Room.

Along with that, she discovered that the girl was Madam B's new favorite puppy, as she had foreseen.

She was impossibly quiet, never uttering any words other than when she was addressing the teachers.

She didn't seem to have any friends, keeping everyone within arm's length of herself.

'Stuck up' was the thought that invaded Natasha's mind upon noticing this.

Every day that went by, the redhead picked up on more little things that made her dislike the other girl more and more.

Starting with the fact that Y/N stole her place as the top student in every class.

Now, Natasha struggled to keep up with the new girl and exhausted herself trying to surpass her.

The rules of the Red Room were simple.

You either die at the hands of the best or become the best to not get killed.

Natasha wasn't too sure she was the best anymore and that made her fists tighten in hidden anxiety and fear.

Thankfully though, Madam B didn't seem too keen on pairing Natasha and Y/N up and the two girls always had the upper hand in fights with other girls.

This is why the days passed, and then weeks, months, and years.

Natasha and Y/N were there to notice several girls coming and going. They didn't flinch back at the killings that happened around them, nor did they hesitate when it was their time to get their hands dirty.

At fifteen years old, they were known as the most promising students in the program. Rumor around the academy was that they'd soon be sent on missions along with the senior agents.

Being the top students provided them with privileges that had the rest of the girls' side eyeing them.

More portions of food, warmer clothes in the winter, and more water during the summer. They were even allowed an extra five minutes in the showers.

Everything to make the other students hate their guts with jealousy - it was a play that was pretty on the nose from the Red Room's part- the more they despised them the harder they worked to steal their places.

It all culminated in the meetings organized at the end of every two weeks. Where two girls would fight to the death.

"You need to have the killer instinct to survive out in the real world. Always be aware of the danger that surrounds you. Attack before you're attacked. Kill before getting killed." Madam B, who had been taking small, confident strides around the room, suddenly halted on her steps and faced Natasha as she spoke her next words.

"Being a leopard doesn't matter when the lion is around."

Natasha clenched her jaw and directed a tense gaze at Y/N, who sat a few rows down. As always, the latter seemed to not even be following the teacher's speech. Bland, almost uninterested, expression covering her face.

It made Natasha's blood boil and Madam B seemed to pick up on this, a smirk soon growing on her face.

"Doesn't mean the leopard will lose, though. It all depends on what each prey will make of its environment."

'Sheesh, this one has been watching a lot of Animal Planet recently.' Y/N thought, masking her squinted eyes with a look around the room.

She felt a piercing gaze on her and turned to find Natasha looking at her. If looks could kill, she'd been six feet under.

"Natasha." The room seemed to still as Natasha broke eye contact and Y/N noticed the other girls around her getting their breaths caught up in their throats.

Anyone who faced Natasha lost. Everyone there knew this.

The red-head gracefully stood from her seat and joined Madam B on the fighting mats.

She was confident and her chest puffed with pride, fully knowing she could take down anyone her professor threw at her.

"Y/N."

Several silent gasps echoed around the room and Natasha felt her optimistic act crumbling.

She turned to Madam B with furrowed eyebrows, clearly confused, but the woman only continued smirking.

This was it. There could only be one best student. Madam B was throwing away the useless.

Y/N stood up with as much gracefulness as Natasha had. Her steps didn't make any noise as they hit the ground and her expressions didn't falter. She looked as confident as she always was during these fights.

Natasha, once again, felt her blood boiling.

'She thinks she can take me?' The redhead inwardly shook her head.

"Good luck." Madam B didn't give them any further instruction, walking away from the mat and crossing her arms in front of her chest. The unnerving amusement swam in her eyes like she was a roman emperor watching a gladiator fight. Like this was meant purely for her selfish entertainment.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at her weird behavior, tilting her head ever so slightly in thought.

Picking up on Y/N's seemingly distracted state, Natasha took advantage of her situation after deciding she'd rather not mess with her odds.

Her wrist flared up in the air with crippling precision, directed at Y/N's chin. One hit and the girl would be knocked out. Then, Natasha just needed to finish the job.

She thought she had it down. She wasn't going to die today.

Until, milliseconds before her hit met the other girl's face, a hand suddenly shot up and caught her fist.

Y/N's eyes were still stuck on Madam B when she intercepted the hit.

But upon feeling Natasha trying to pull her hand away from her hold, her head tilted to face the redhead and her hand tightened around the latter.

She smiled ever so slightly and Natasha, once again, felt her blood boiling.

Deciding she needed to act, the redhead tripped Y/N and sent punch after punch at her face.

The girl managed to swerve and ignore every single move from Natasha, backing away as the redhead advanced.

When the heel of her foot touched the edge of the mat, Y/N knew she had to act. Whoever stepped outside during the fighting lost and was executed.

'Is that your plan? Throwing me off?' Y/N raised an eyebrow at Natasha and, once again, caught the redhead's wrist when the latter went for a punch.

This time, Y/N didn't let Natasha go for another hit. Instead, she twisted her arm and when the redhead instinctively leaned forward on her steps, Y/N wrapped her leg around her waist and did a butterfly kick.

Her move sent Natasha flying to the other side of the mattress and Y/N didn't waste a single second, falling forward to drape her legs around Natasha's hips, strapping the redhead down and hurling a punch at her cheek.

Used to dismiss the pain, Natasha only gave Y/N momentum to punch her one more time before she was locking her ankle in with her leg and tossing her off.

She jerked up and delivered a brutal kick to Y/N's face when the latter tried to also stand from the floor.

Blood immediately burst from the girl's nose and Natasha readily ignored it, stepping on her wrist and kicking her in the ribs with her free leg.

No sound was heard from Y/N as she tried to rid her wrist of Natasha's grip, no evidence whatsoever that she was in pain.

That's what Madam B enjoyed so much about her. Y/N was a master at masking her emotions.

It enraged Natasha profoundly. She'd have anyone screaming and begging for their lives in seconds- so why did Y/N have to be persistent?

It was her turn to straddle Y/N's waist and tighten her tights around her waist to not let her escape.

This time her punches weren't intercepted and each hit echoed louder and louder around the room.

Natasha's eyes widened considerably at the smile that suddenly appeared on Y/N's face after a particularly rough punch to the temple.

'Did I break her?' Natasha asked herself, halting her moves when her eyes met Y/N's and the two stared at each other.

Natasha felt herself being pulled into the enticing gaze.

So much so that all words left her head when the bloodied girl suddenly raised her head from the floor and leaned in so their faces were impossibly close to each other.

She let herself be approached and when warm, soft hands suddenly wrapped around her closed fists, instead of pulling back and punching again, she felt herself flush for the first time in her life.

That was all Y/N needed to push Natasha away, twirl her legs in the air and wrap both tights around the redhead's neck.

Natasha's eyes widened again as she put the pieces together in her mind. She had just been tricking with the oldest trick in the Red Room rules.

Seduction as a means of aggression.

'Gosh, how fucking embarrassing!' At that moment she stopped struggling to free herself.

If she had fallen for this, she wasn't worthy as a Black Widow.

So Natasha's green eyes slowly closed and her mouth fell open as the air slowly left her lungs.

The last thing she remembered seeing was the reassuring Y/E/C gaze on her.

How ironic that Y/N was looking with what seemed to be the utmost care in the world while killing her.

Only the best can survive, right?

Natasha would give it to Y/N.

She was tired of fighting anyways.

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She dreamt of Yelena and her life back in Ohio.

She imagined it wasn't a mission at all.

It was her real life and she grew up to be happy.

Found herself her high school sweetheart to marry.

Got herself a job as a teacher and lived until she was old enough to peacefully die in her sleep.

There were no Black Widows or Red Room.

Hell, her utopian world didn't even have Russia in it.

And Natasha was happy, of course, she was.

Everything was perfect.

We all know real life eventually catches up to us, though...no matter how much we wish to stay in our dreams.

"Natasha.........Natasha...Hey, Natasha!"

The persistent shaking stunned her awake with a gasp and she tried to sit up, only to be slammed back to the soft mattress.

Looking around with squinted eyes, Natasha quickly realized she was chained to her bed like every other night in the Red Room.

The other girls were sleeping in their beds as usual.

All girls but one.

Turning her head around, Natasha frowned at the sight of Y/N kneeling beside her.

"What th-"

"-Shh." She was interrupted by Y/N, who brought her index finger to her lips before pulling a small pin out of her hair and leaning over Natasha towards the handcuffs.

It took her less than a minute to have Natasha freed and, with a reassuring nod, she grabbed the redhead's hand to lead her through the countless beds around them.

Checking for the guards that always did their rounds at this hour, Y/N pulled Natasha outside and the two ventured through the empty hallways.

Despite cold, their naked feet helped them make no noise as they walked, which helped them go unnoticed.

Natasha fixed the back of the other girl's head feeling completely out of it.

Her body hurt, she just had a weird dream that Y/N killed her, and now she was breaking one of the golden rules of the Red Room with her number 1 enemy.

'I must still be dreaming'

Still, Natasha couldn't help but look around at the familiar but unsettling walls of the academy.

She had been walking through these since she was a child, but they were always filled with life- be it with guards, students, or teachers. Now it was as quiet as silence and as lively as death.

She was pulled into a small, tight janitor room and her mouth fell when Y/N turned to her and she finally saw her face lightened up.

The girl was beaten to a pulp.

There was a large bruise on her upper chin, one on her forehead, and another on her jaw. Her lips were busted open and her nose was filled with scratches.

-Natasha had a flashback of herself punching Y/N in those exact same places.

"It-It wasn't a dream?"

"It's okay." The girl smiled shyly and slowly lowered Natasha to sit on the ground, against the wall.

The redhead froze up when Y/N leaned down to open the mini freezer of the room. She pulled out some ice cubes, wrapped them in a towel, and turned to Natasha again.

"But- you killed me. And Madam B-"

"-You thought she'd willingly lose one of her best students?" Y/N raised an amused eyebrow and shook her head, crouching down to gently press the towel to Natasha's cheek.

The latter felt herself blushing at the proximity before forcing herself to think of other things.

Natasha replayed the fight in her head. Y/N was acting slowly. Her movements were undefined and a bit sloppy- a stark contrast to her usual brutality and precision.

"You were letting me win." She commented, making Y/N look into her eyes. The latter kept her silence, continuing to silently press the ice to soothe Natasha's bruising.

The questions kept brewing inside Nat's head, though, and she couldn't stay silent.

"How did you know Madam B wasn't gonna let one of us die and why are you doing this?"

No response whatsoever.

With a huff, the redhead suddenly grabbed Y/N's wrist and lowered the ice towel to the ground.

This seemed to get the latter's attention, so Natasha spoke up again.

"How did you know Madam B wasn't gonna kill one of us?"

"The fights happen every two weeks to eliminate the weak. We're not the weak. It was just a power play." Y/N shrugged, sitting down in front of Natasha.

"Is that why you were so confident when you joined the mattress?"

"I was confident 'cause I knew I could take you," Y/N smirked playfully and grabbed Natasha's hands much like she had done to overthrow her during the fight.

Once again, Natasha felt herself freeze at the action before she realized what was happening and roughly slapped the hands away.

"Stop doing that, you fucking weirdo! Are you in love with me or something?" The harsh comment whipped the smile off of Y/N's face and made her look away with a gulp.

"You're not very good with jokes, Red." She went back to holding the towel over Natasha's bruised cheek.

Natasha knew she had used a tone far harsher than she intended to. She knew she was treating Y/N unfairly, especially because the beaten-up girl was helping her with her wounds, instead of taking care of herself.

She just found herself frustrated at everything going on in her mind whenever Y/N was around.

"Why are you helping me?"

"I caused this, didn't I?"

That was it before the two fell into an awkward but eventually comfortable silence.

Y/N pressed the ice to Natasha's wounds until she deemed it necessary, even going as far as making the redhead lift her shirt to take care of her swollen hip, caused when she was butterfly-kicked to the ground.

"What's your secret?" Natasha spoke up again when Y/N turned to put the towel away.

She received no sort of reaction or response from the girl and frowned in confusion.

"Y/L/N." She tried again, tilting her head at being ignored twice now.

"Back to being enemies then, huh?" Natasha stood with a huff and brushed the dust off her clothes.

Upon receiving no answer at all for the third time, she nodded and bolted out the door.

"Alright then, Y/N. Good to know where I stand with you."

Turning around after cleaning everything up, Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at the lack of presence from a certain red-head.

"The hell." She whispered, slowly opening the door to see the redhead swiftly creeping through the hallways back to the dorms.

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Throughout the next days, Natasha noticed Y/N discreetly trying to get her attention.

Be it during their language classes, lunches, or ballet.

Natasha would find small cryptic letters in her pockets. She'd catch the girl looking at her from the corner of her eye when no one was looking and she'd even hear small whispers of her name at night when everyone was asleep.

She eventually broke her silent treatment and, one day when Y/N and her were both tasked with cleaning the snow off the outsides training ground, she cornered the girl.

"What the fuck do you want, Stalker?!" Y/N seemed to startle when Natasha suddenly gripped her collar and slammed her against the brick wall of the academy.

Despite that, a small smile made its way to her face when her eyes met Natasha's and she released a small, "Hi."

Natasha ignored the warm feeling creeping up in her stomach and pressed the girl further against the wall, "Do you want to get both of us killed with your little shenanigans? You're lucky I haven't reported you to the teachers yet."

"But we're friends, right? I gotta know you're alright." Y/N shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and Natasha felt her eyebrows raising in surprise.

"Friends? Oh, so now we completely ignore our friends. Okay, yeah, good to know." Natasha nodded and pulled back to cross her arms in front of her chest.

Y/N faced her with an incredulous expression, "What? I didn't ignore you!"

"Yes, yes you did. The other day...in the janitor's closet." Natasha's eyes traveled around the area.

They were alone and it was usual for groups to be formed and tasks to be given to the girls during the weekends. But that didn't mean a guard or teacher wouldn't suddenly appear to ensure they were doing their job.

Y/N gulped, understanding what had happened, and also looked around. She wasn't looking for arriving guards, unlike Natasha, she was just adverting her stare out of genuine shyness.

"That wasn't me ignoring you, I just didn't hear you."

"I spoke pretty fucking loud, Y/L/N, cut the crap."

"I didn't, though. I- I'm not the best listener."

Her words made Natasha look at her again, this time with furrowed eyebrows. "What?"

Y/N sighed and directed her eyes at her snow-covered boots. "I can't hear very well- like at all. You were on your mission when I arrived here and the older girls liked picking on me. One day, this girl named Jess punched me so hard in the ear I lost like 80% of my hearing. I wasn't ignoring, Nat. I like you."

Natasha's cheeks flushed red at the last comment, but she thought Y/N's words through, wanting to make sure she wasn't being lied to.

Now it made sense why Y/N didn't hear her arriving on her first day back or why she barely seemed to be listening every time the teachers were talking.

It also explained why she didn't have any friends- the other girls that had a lower status would immediately sell Y/N out if they found her secret out.

Natasha also remembered Jess. The girl had died not very long ago. Killed in the two-week fights by Y/N herself.

That explained why Y/N had been so rough that day, slamming Jess to the ground without even letting her raise a finger.

That day marked a record for the fastest kill in the Red Room. Y/N won in less than ten seconds.

Everything added up and the redhead found herself feeling incredibly stupid for disliking Y/N and vilifying her in her head.

Y/N appeared to be embarrassed as well, rubbing the back of her neck and refusing to meet the redhead's eyes since it was the first she was telling anyone this story.

Natasha had no use reporting this to teachers since she was already at the top of the class and Y/N trusted her for some reason.

With a quirked brow, Natasha snapped her finger in Y/N's right ear, mouth falling ever so slightly at the lack of reaction from the girl.

She repeated the action on the left ear and only after some seconds did Y/N back away from her and sent her a disapproving glance.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Cause Dreykov would have had my head quicker than I had Jess's. There's no place for the weak in here."

There was some sense to Y/N's point. A disability like that puts her at a great disadvantage as a spy. Madam B and Dreykov wouldn't waste time trying to educate her and teaching her the craft.

Not knowing what to do, Natasha suddenly gripped Y/N's hood and messily brought it up to her head, "Whatever, you're still a stalker."

Only then did Natasha notice the way Y/N's eyes traveled to her lips as she talked.

'She's reading my lips.' She realized.

"Come on, Stalker. We have work to do." Natasha let her words out more slowly than she usually would and moved her lips with more precision.

Y/N stared at her for some seconds before bursting out laughing, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm helping you read my lips, ungrateful idiot."

"I can read your lips just fine, don't need you to look like a clown for it."

Natasha reached forward and slapped Y/N's arm, acting offended, "Jeez, here I am trying to help the defenseless only to be mocked."

"Defenseless?" Y/N raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Tell me, Red, who here passed out with my tights around their neck?"

Natasha's cheeks reddened at the comment and she found herself without a response.

Thankfully, from the corner of her eye, she noticed the shadow of a guard moving toward them. Y/N seemed to pick up on this too and the two snatched their shovels up from the ground and continued working as if nothing had happened.

"Sucker." Y/N snorted when the guard left again.

"Shut it, Stalker."

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #deaf!reader #marvel #avengers #yelena belova #red room #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff

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I've decided to solidify more of Exis' lore because... Ya know what I CAN!!! And some of it is gonna be different from what I might have posted before because... I also can.

OFFICIAL EXIS LORE GO!!!

Exis was quite literally born into a thieves guild, his parent sought refuse there, gave birth to him and left him there. To this day he still doesn't know quite why. All he knows is from his earliest memories he's been a shapeshifter. He has forms that are more natural to him, but he's never been static, and he never can force himself to be just one way. They were loosely raised by... well, whoever was there. They didn't really have a parental figure aside from an odd mentor here and there reminiscing about their own children.

As a child he often helped on jobs, his ability being seen as quite useful. They had a lot of chances to learn about it and were encouraged to test out their capabilities. He was raised as something unique though and it felt incredibly isolating.

He became a staple for the guild, more than it's leadership or location. Wherever home base was, that was Exis' home, trained to be respectful, kind and useful, and frankly well known by seasoned thieves.

When he was an older teen was when he met Avanth and Omylia.

They came together seeking work as it was one of the few places a young tiefling and drow could find that would very willingly accept them for who and what they are.

They had done crimial work before to survive, and were proficient in it, though they preferred to work on their own. As their skills increased though, the need to work alongside larger groups became more apparent, and it was only a matter of time before Exis got his chance to work with them.

The trio quickly became a tight knit team, but there was an odd air of professionalism around them. The entire trio felt like they needed to preform at their best to keep their roles within the guild, even when they were barely older than children.

It was a couple years into them working together that Exis found out about Avanth and Omylia being a couple. They were terrified to have anyone know but... Exis didn't quite care, and it made the two of them feel a lot more comfortable. For Exis it made them feel like a third wheel to the people closest to them... but that was about it and they kept it a secret. The group stayed professional around others, but Avanth and Omylia began to open up a bit more.

It felt like the three fo them against the world.

Along the way other party members came and went, a kobold here, gnome there, a goliath on occasion, but eventually they settled with Laghad and Hannaria. Laghad appreciated their no nonsense additude, and Hannaria basically took on the young adults as if they were her kids, keeping an eye out for the whole group.

All the While Exis... somewhat kept everyone at arms length, they didn't really know how to be close to people, but they found a select few they were comfortable with. Home was with their party.

Once the group was more established, Exis had their first run in with another shifter. A werewolf. They met and pretty quickly hit it off, Exis finally feeling like someone... got it. They bonded, but as lycanthropy is rare and often taboo, they agreed to keep everything between them a secret. Eventually the werewolf worked with the party on a couple jobs, and things went alright.

But they never really felt like the group was for them and sought out somewhere else, leaving without much warning at all. Exis was left deeply... unsure and distraught at losing the first person they found that could relate to them...

They moved on, but something was different.

It was subtle at first, headaches, sensitivity to smells, a bit of dizziness. Exis wasn't feeling like themselves. They were putting on weight they had to consciously hide if they didn't want it seen. It was all so foreign.

Through a series of unfortunate circumstances, being mistaken for gravid livestock and a run in with an old old healer on a solo mission... they found out they were pregnant. All at once the churning in their stomach was movement, and the flutters weren't just anxiety.

and Exis had no clue what to do. Sure Hannaria was experienced with this but he couldn't tell his party! He... didn't think he could tell ANYONE. No one even knew about his relationship, and he didn't want to reopen wounds or have to explain how everything happened. Overwhelmed, he did the only thing he could confidently do; he hid it.

Omylia discovered Exis' pregnancy after a particularly rough battle a few months later. He was in bad shape, and she watched him unshift in pain, and as soon as he realized what she was witnessing he starts begging her not to tell anyone. Omylia... refuses to make any promises, if something happens she won't lie... but so long as he's okay she'll keep quiet.

She does however, warn him against going on any further missions with the group. It's not safe and he's gotten hurt enough already.

Exis however... stays with the group. It's the closest they have to a family and they can't stand the idea of being alone. They take on slightly lighter work as a group at Omylia's request, more solo jobs for everyone - but a job comes in that they can't refuse.

Exis assures Omylia he'll be fine for this last assignment, and he promises that this will be it for him for awhile. She warily agrees.

While spit off from the group, Exis stumbles upon their partner again.

(I'll be honest and say I'm still not 100% sure about anything with Exis' partner but here's a couple ideas that I'd be interesting in exploring with them at this point in the story:

Their partner is happy to see them, over joyed even and offers to bring Exis into their new "pack," of accepting folks! but... it all feels off. Exis tries to decline saying they're happy with their party, and they express the hurt they felt about their partner just... leaving.

Exis' partner's demeanor shifts.

And at some point they find out about the twins. They're... so conflicted, they DO want to run away and take Exis with them, raise their pups together but Exis notes the fact that he wsa abandoned and never told why. He'd been dealing with this all alone for MONTHS.

There's a point where Exis shows what they REALLY look like, and their partner's hands hover by their belly, so unsure how to even process what they're seeing.

Exis' partner is in some way on the other side of whatever job Exis and their party took and that mounts on the tension exponentially.

Exis might even get into a physical altercation with their ex partner at some point during this.

and/or... Exis goes into labor of some kind, and is TERRIFIED. They feel so alone, and betrayed.

After a mission, an underwhelming success, Avanth checks on Exis having not left their tent since the group returned. She finds him shaking and visibly distressed, and her cold demeanor melts away. "Exis? Exis, hey! HEY! what the hell's going on with you?!"

Labor... looks VERY scarey sometimes even when you KNOW what it is... and without even knowing Exis was pregnant, Avanth is horrified.

She's about to run to get Omylia when Exis actually reaches out to Avanth for support and... she's caught because he doesn't DO that, she's worried, but she wants to be there for him.

When she gets the chance though the BOLTS to find Omylia.

The twins are born and it's a tearful affair, with Exis feeling guilty for lying about ... everything, and exhausted from the entire ordeal. Everyone's there and Exis truly feels at home with his found family as they fret and try to help him.

and after some tough deliberation Exis keeps the twins and the story goes on-)

As the twins grow up, the group grows tighter. Avanth and Omylia welcome Exis into their relationship and the three of them are deeply bonded. At a certain point though Avanth an Omylia get a bit of... baby fever. They both try on their own but nothing seems to be going as planned.

Exis is more than happy to carry for them when they finally work up the corage to ask. and there's so much doting sappy goodness from start to finish.

Not only that but Exis having the ability to show off their pregnancy... they get BIG. The teifling and drow babies they have end up both being fairly large babies. Omylia's baby starts small for the majority of the pregnancy but swells Exis up towards the end and they end up massively overdue. It's just how elven babies are. Avanth's baby is big as well, but moreso active. Kicking hooves and a thrashing little tail that would NEVER let Exis rest.

They evolve a bit into a big happy family, Exis proud of his kids as he watches them grow up. And that's about all the canon I have extablished.

(Also if the pregnancy with the twins got to be explored more: they are fairly small babies until the very tail end of the pregnancy, save for... full moons. Exis needed to spend time away to cope on his own with two rowdy shifted kiddos that it feels like double in size whenever the moon is in a certain phase.)

#bakerspeakin #goods from the ba.kery #Nbpreg #Mpreg #implied mpreg #Exis & co.#shapeshifter oc #Ask to tag?

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justagalwhowrites · 11 months

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Beskar Doll - Ch. 12: Reunion

It's been years, but the Mandalorian would know you anywhere. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-11 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: Mention of DV, mention of attempted SA. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+

Length: 5k

9 ABY - Present Day

Din managed to stay away from you for three months.

He let his work swallow him up, taking every puck offered to him. No price was too low, any job that would keep him from realizing how empty his ship was without you in it was worth doing. He kept thinking it would get easier. He hadn’t been with you all that long, after all. You’d barely been friends, not really. But you were always there, some biting comment or teasing smile or kind touch suddenly acutely absent.

Time, he thought, would fix it. Time and hunting every bounty he could get his hands on.

It didn’t work.

So it was only three months before he found himself back on Dantooine, going back to the coordinates you’d given him, landing outside your family’s home before being greeted by the kind but confused face of the woman who lived there.

She invited him in, gave him her name - Aidla - offered him a drink and food but he turned her down.

“So,” she said, pleasantries out of the way. “Can I ask what brings you by?”

“I was… in the area,” he said, trying find a way to ask what he wanted to ask. “I thought I would see how Liska was doing. Is she here?”

Aidla smiled sadly, a knowing look in her eye. He was reminded of you for what had to be the 20th time that day.

“I’m sorry but no, she’s not,” she leaned forward, putting her hand on his arm. “She’s married now, living on the other side of the planet.”

Din froze. He could hear the blood pounding in his ears. Married. You couldn’t be married. He’d seen you just months ago - he’d touched you, felt you come apart in his arms just months ago. You’d never mentioned anyone, you couldn’t be married…

“It was arranged,” she gave his arm a gentle pat before she sat back in her seat. “It will help her blend in. But he’s a good man, they have a home in the country. It’s a simple, quiet life but…”

He nodded slowly. Part of him wanted to find you. He could, if he tried. It wouldn’t even take him long, he could be at your door in a day - maybe just hours if he got lucky.

But that would be selfish. The night before the fight in Bisneth, you’d told Keci you wanted something simple, quiet. You wanted peace. What was he going to offer you? A life of hunting bail jumpers through the galaxy? A place where you’d be shot and hurt and need to resort to the skills you resented so deeply? All because he missed touching you, missed watching how your brilliant mind worked? No. He wasn’t going to take this from you.

“She cared for you, I think,” Aidla said after a moment. She looked down at the cup of tea in her hands. “I’d never met her before you brought her here but… there’s a lot of her mother in her. I think she cared for you very deeply.”

Din was silent, digging his fingers into his gloved palm.

“I can tell her you came by,” she said eventually.

“Don’t,” he said quickly. “I don’t want to disrupt her life here. I just wanted to know… how she was.”

He started visiting Aidla and her husband, Tam, every few months. Each time he was hoping you might be there, visiting, while also hoping he wouldn’t see you so he wouldn’t have to explain himself. You were never there. But she told him that you were doing well. Tam saw you every few months when he met with your husband for trading. He usually came home with a letter, which Aidla shared with Din. You wrote about walking the countryside, asked for recipes your mother used to make you as a girl, criticized recent moves by the New Republic. He could almost see your face, hear your voice as he read your words. None of it seemed to ease the ache and longing inside him.

More than two years after he’d left you on Dantooine, he landed at Aidla’s but found the place abandoned. It was clear no one had been there in more than two months, their fields overgrown and thick layers of dust clinging to the tea set Aidla always took down when she offered him the tea that he always politely refused.

He went see their neighbors and asked after them, but it was only bad news. Aidla and Tam had both died - a speeder accident in Dantoo Town.

Din trudged back to the Razor Crest and sat there, staring straight ahead, until the sun set and he realized he’d just been looking into nothing. He’d grown to like Aidla and Tam, Aidla in particular. She was the last, tenuous link he had to you. Now you were really, truly gone. He seriously considered, one last time, tracking you. But he pictured you, happy in your peaceful and quiet life, and got ready to leave Dantooine for the last time.

Before he left, he went inside their home and found your letters, bringing them aboard his ship. Once he’d jumped to the next destination, he pulled off his gloves and removed his helmet, holding the pages you’d once held, reading words you’d written without a mask between you.

It seemed you haunted him even more after that. He’d catch a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye in crowded markets, hear some reflection of you when someone near him said something equally infuriating and insightful. It was as though his loose connection with you had kept you at bay and without it, the lack of you was going to drown him.

When he took the bounty for the child, the only reason he’d stayed in a room filled with Imps is that he thought, for a moment, the bounty would be you. If he had a reason to track you, that would be different. He’d have to find you then, protect you or at least warn you. Instead, it was the kid.

He knew you’d have never left the child with Imperials. It made him sick that he had, even for a bit. If you’d been there, you’d have taken off with him immediately. Maker, by now, you’d have probably figured out some language to speak with him, established a clear line of communications and a deep understanding with the little guy.

So when he and the child were lying low on Garqi, he wasn’t surprised when a Naboo blaster caught his eye as he passed a weapons resale stand. He stopped for a moment, looking at it. He remembered you pressing one just like it into his chest the day he’d left you behind.

“How much?” He asked the man working the stand.

“Haven’t had a chance to price it yet,” he said, hardly glancing at the weapon. “Just bought it off a girl this morning but I got a deal on it. I’ll let it go for 750.”

“This morning?” Din asked, pulling out the credits without bothering to barter. He handed them over and the man handed him the weapon.

“Aye,” he nodded once. “She was impatient, that one. Seemed ready to be on her way.”

“Do you know where I could find her?” He asked. The man behind the counter frowned at him. “I just have an interest in pieces from Naboo. I’d want to buy more, if she has it.”

“She didn’t look like she was from around here,” he shrugged after a moment, going back to cleaning a blaster. “Looked like she’d gotten into it with some folks she shouldn’t have, too, she was banged up. The cheapest beds are only a few clicks east, across from the brothel. She’d likely be there.”

The Child cooed at Din’s hip. He gave the man a stiff nod and started off, sweeping the crowds, looking for you everywhere he passed.

It was unlikely that it was you, he told himself. You were on Dantooine. You were married. You weren’t on your own, trying to navigate this Maker-foresaken galaxy with no one. It wouldn’t be you. So he wasn’t prepared when he caught sight of you, lugging a box outside a building and putting it with the trash. Your hair was shorter and you were thinner but it was you.

He walked toward you like he was hypnotized. You didn’t look anywhere but the ground as you went back inside, you didn’t see him coming. When he made it in the door, the building was dim, barely clothed women strolling through the room. He frowned. What were you doing here?

“A Mandalorian,” a woman said, slinking up and draping herself over Din’s chest. “Not often we get one of your kind.”

“I’m looking for someone,” he said, looking down at her. “The woman who was just outside, where is she?”

“Kelda?” She asked. Din had never heard the name, but nodded. The woman frowned. “I don’t have her working the floor, I’m sure there’s something I can interest you in…”

“I’d like to speak with her,” he replied. She glanced around before leaning into his ear.

“Look, I can take you to the back but I don’t want her on the floor until her face is healed,” she said. “It bothers the clients.”

“I’ll pay,” he said, pulling out some credits. With that, she smiled, taking him by the hand and leading him through the bar. The Child shifted in the bag and Din tucked him down, covering his head with the flap. No need for him to see all this quite yet.

The back was more brightly lit and even from behind, he recognized you.

“Kelda,” the woman said. “Someone requested you.”

“What?” He could hear the frown in your voice. It was such a familiar sound, even three years later. You turned to face him and froze, staring at him, your eyes wide.

You looked different now, especially up close. Your hair was in a single braid that hung barely past your shoulders, the toned muscle from the training you’d done for years gone. Your face was almost gaunt and the remains of bruises were still there, yellowing, and there was a still healing cut on your cheek. He forced his hands to stay at his sides and not reach for you.

“Didn’t know you knew a Mandalorian,” the woman said, looking at you with suspicion. Your eyes narrowed.

“I don’t,” you replied, turning back to your work. “Never seen the man before in my life.”

“Well, he paid for your time,” she shrugged. “Take care of him and then you can go.”

You sighed but kept your back to him. The woman left and your fingers drummed the countertop in front of you.

“So, what?” You asked, still facing the wall. You picked up something on the table and started cleaning it. “You have a thing for the help now? There’s a whole room of girls actually on the menu, you know, go bother one of them.”

Din ignored your hostilities but kept his distance.

“What are you doing here?” He asked

“You’re in my sector,” you snapped. “We’re just a stone’s throw from Dantooine. What are you doing here?”

“Why aren’t you on Dantooine?” He asked, moving closer. He couldn’t help it, you were right there.

You flung the thing you were cleaning onto the counter, forcefully, and spun to face him.

“I don’t know, Din,” you looked up at him, your eyes finding his immediately. A skill you hadn’t lost. The flesh around your eyes was discolored, healing. “What do you think? Take your best guess.”

“Someone hurt you,” he said. He balled his hands into tight fists to keep from trying to touch you.

“Good on you,” you pushed off the counter behind you, grabbing the piece you were cleaning - some bar tool, he guessed - and took it to a shelf to put it away. “Are we done here? Get your money’s worth?”

“Can we go somewhere?” He asked, keeping his voice gentle. He still couldn’t believe that you were standing there, in front of him. Fully formed, not hints of you he imagined in every corner of the universe. “I’d like to talk with you.”

“I’d rather not,” you replied.

“Please,” he said. There was pleading and desperation in his voice. He didn’t care about hiding it.

“Why do you care?” You asked, exasperated and tired. His head tilted, examining you. Did you really think he didn’t care?

“I just do,” he said eventually. “Please. Let’s talk.”

You crossed your arms, looking him up and down, before you sighed.

“Fine,” you said. “There’s a cafe, four doors down from here. Tea’s decent. I’ll meet you there in an hour.”

“Thank you,” he said, watching you. Your sharpened edges seemed softer as you looked back at him. It was like you were fighting to still hate him.

He turned and left, making sure the kid was still tucked away in his bag, before heading to the cafe.

There was a secluded booth in the corner and he took it, hoping it would be quiet enough that you felt free to talk. The child was getting fidgety, so he took him out of the bag and ordered him a bone broth from the waitress who was happily fawning over his long ears and large eyes.

When the waitress got called away - after bringing two refills of bone broth - Din tucked the kid into the booth beside him, wanting to avoid drawing attention, and watched the door. You arrived sooner than he’d expected, giving the waitress a soft smile and a nod before finding his table. It was hard to stay seated. He wanted to stand up, touch you, pull you against him. Instead, you sat across from him, crossing your arms as you sat back in the booth, examining him.

“So,” you said eventually, eyebrows raised. “I’m here. What do you want?”

***

It’s not like you’d picked Garqi to be safe. You hadn’t actually picked Garqi at all, not really. It was the only place you could reach with the handful of credits you’d been able to access on your way out of your house, your husband unconscious and bleeding on the floor. You didn’t have time to pack, you just grabbed the data pad with the last of your life from Naboo - the pictures, the songs, the only things that remained of your family - your knife and the credits you could get to before stealing the speeder and running.

No, Garqi hadn’t been a strategy. But it was so remote, you thought the chances of running into anyone you knew here was slim. You hadn’t expected to see the Mandalorian show up at the bar where you’d managed to beg your way into a job. The pay was barely enough to keep you afloat, a cheap bed at the inn across the way and a meal every other day so you could try to salt enough credits away to get a ticket to a midrim world. You needed distance between yourself and Dantooine, the sooner the better. After selling the blaster, you had almost enough to buy the credentials you’d need to get off world. But now, Din was here.

Din, the man who’d all but haunted you for years. Every flash of metal, every modulated voice made you think of him. So did holochess boards and whiskey and the sound of blaster fire and the feeling you got when you climbed a tree to get closer to the sky. He was fucking everywhere all the damned time. Except now he was really here, looking at you from across a table. His eyes were ranging over you, you could feel them as they ran up your waist, arms, neck, face. You tried to resist the urge to hide your still healing face - bacta was definitely a luxury you couldn’t afford - and just let him look like you weren’t ashamed of it.

“Well?” You raised your eyebrows, making your damaged skin pull uncomfortably.

Before he had a chance to respond, a small, green hand appeared at the edge of the table. You frowned as a tiny, green creature with overwhelmingly large eyes and ears pulled itself onto the table. Din sighed.

“Who’s this?” You asked, leaning forward, face and voice softening. The creature reached for you before toddling forward, its clawed hand outstretched.

“Kid,” Din sighed, picking him up at the waist and pulling him into his lap. “We’re trying to have a conversation.”

The creature cooed, looking up at Din. You cocked your head, looking at him. You’d never seen anything quite like it. When his dark eyes met yours, there was a twinge of curiosity in you. But it was… odd. The feeling wasn’t your own. It was coming from the tiny thing in the Mandalorian’s lap.

“Oh, let him play,” Shura, the waitress, said, bringing you a cup of tea. “He’s not hurting anyone by being on the table top. Does he need more bone broth?”

“Sure,” Din said, sighing as he set the creature on the table. It smiled at him before looking back at you, a spark of happiness reaching you this time. Shura cooed at him before leaving the table again.

“Hi there,” you smiled at the creature, even though it still hurt your cheeks. He toddled for you, curious again, his hand out stretched. He touched your face, smiling as he explored your skin. You leaned forward and he grabbed your hair, giving it a firm tug. Satisfaction, this time.

“OK kid,” the Mandalorian said, reaching across the table and picking him up, pulling him back into his chest. “We don’t want to hurt her.”

“I don’t mind,” you said quickly. The creature looked back to you, cocking its little head, ears wiggling.

“What… is it?” You asked, reaching a finger across the table. The creature reached out and took it, all three of its tiny fingers wrapping around the tip of yours. There was the foreign, outside feeling of satisfaction again when it made contact.

“He’s a… quarry that went wrong,” Din said. “Kind of like you.”

You laughed darkly for a moment. A quarry that went wrong. One way to describe it, you supposed.

“I was a step down from a quarry, though,” you said. The child released your finger and looked back up at Din, the odd sensation of his feelings leaving with his gaze. How strange. You looked up at the Mandalorian. “I was just cargo that never happened, right?”

Shura set the bone broth down in front of the creature who looked overjoyed, reaching his tiny hands forward and gripping the small cup with both hands.

“What are you doing here?” He asked after Shura was out of earshot.

“You already figured that one out,” you replied, taking a sip of your tea. “Regular genius that you are.”

“You know what I’m asking, Doll.”

You winced in spite of yourself. You hadn’t heard his name for you in so long.

“You got new armor,” you said instead of answering. “Quite the upgrade.”

“Answer the question.”

“I don’t owe you a damn thing, Mando,” you said, chin defiantly titled up.

“No,” he replied. “But I doubt you want me hunting down everyone you’ve spoken to in the last month until I find whoever hurt you so I can kill them.”

You glared at him, taking another sip of tea before setting it down in front of you and crossing your arms across your body, as though they would protect you from him in some way.

“And if they’re already dead?” You asked.

“Are they?” You opened your mouth to reply but he cut you off. “You’re a good liar, Doll, but not with me. Are they still alive.”

He was right. He saw right through you. He saw through you when you pressed the blaster to his chest, when you said you hated him, when you said it was fine that you were a warm body. The asshole always saw right through you.

“They’re alive,” you replied. “But I handled it. He’s in worse shape than me.”

“I doubt it.”

“Really?” You replied. “Because I took one of his eyes, Din, and there are some things even bacta can’t fix.”

“Anything to eat today, Kelda?” Shura came up, smiling at you.

“No,” you smiled tightly back. “Just the tea, thanks.”

“You know, if you want…” she began, but you cut her off.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly. “But thanks.”

She looked at the Mandalorian, gave him and awkward smile and the kid a scratch on the end of his ear and left again.

“Why didn’t you kill him?” He asked after a moment. You sighed.

“Seems like I’ve killed enough for one lifetime,” you said, staring down at the table. “I couldn’t bring myself to do it again. Not this time.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Where was your husband?” He asked quietly.

You were about to answer, an automatic reply, when you realized it.

“How did you know I’m married?” You asked, fingers digging into your arms, worried you might try to punch him if you weren’t holding onto something. You’d never have been able to beat him on strength but you were well trained. There was a time where you thought you could have held your own against the Mandalorian. That was no longer the case. “Have you been tracking me? Stalking me?”

“No.”

The baby on his lap cooed, holding up his empty cup and waving it at him. Din took it and set it on the table, out of the child’s reach. The creature pouted, a feeling of disappointment coming from him when his oversized eyes found yours. You looked back up at the Mandalorian.

“Then how,” you had to speak through gritted teeth.

“I checked up on you once or twice,” he said. You could feel that his eyes weren’t meeting yours. “When I was in the region, I stopped to see Aidla and Tam. She told me you were married.”

“That’s a lie,” you snapped. “She would have told me…”

“I asked her not to,” he replied. “I didn’t want to disrupt your life. You were married, you had peace and quiet. It’s what you wanted.”

“So why did you come back?” You demanded. “You didn’t want to disrupt my life, why come see me at all?”

“I tried not to,” he said quietly.

“Why?”

He was silent again for a moment.

“Where was your husband?”

You stared him down from across the table, waiting for him to put it together. You knew he would. He stiffened.

“How long.” It was a growl and not really a question.

“He waited a while,” you shrugged. “Made it so I had no other options.”

“How. Long.”

You sighed.

“It lasted about six months,” you replied. “It was never great but it was fine, for a while, even though I wasn’t… well, I wasn’t good at giving him what he wanted. But he ran out of patience with me after Aidla and Tam died about nine months back. They were the only contacts I had, we lived in the middle of nowhere so I had no friends. I couldn’t access the speeder. My parents died before you even left me on Dantooine, not that I would have risked asking them for help…”

You sighed, looking at the wall next to you. You couldn’t believe you were doing this again, telling this damned man everything you hated about yourself.

“Anyway,” you sighed. “I can take a lot and I did a decent enough job holding him off considering I hadn’t kept my skills up in years. But a few weeks ago, he was drunk, got upset that I’d refused my ‘wifely duties’ for a bit too long, tried to take what he wanted. So, I took his eye. And his ear.”

“You left him alive.” He was seething.

“Yeah,” you nodded. You met his eyes, almost pleading with him to understand. “I just… I couldn’t do it. It’s not that I ever loved him but… I needed to not be the thing that killed him. Even if he deserved it.”

“Is he still on Dantooine?” Din’s hand was on the table, fist clenched tight. The kid looked concerned. You titled your head, seeing if he’d meet your eyes so you could confirm it. He did, the worry tinged by confusion.

“Don’t be afraid little guy,” you said, smiling softly at him. “Everything’s alright.”

The Mandalorian looked down at him and back to you.

“Sorry,” you said, looking up at Din. “He’s not looking at you so you probably can’t feel it but he’s a little freaked out…”

“What do you mean ‘can’t feel it?’”

“Oh,” you frowned, looking back to the creature who was looking up at the Mandalorian. “Do you not feel it?”

“Feel what?”

“When he looks me in the eye, I can feel some of what he does,” you said. “I’m sorry, I thought you’d have realized that by now, I figured it was just part of… whatever species he is.”

Din was quiet for a moment before he picked the baby up, turned him around and lifted him in front of his face, so their eyes would be level. The Child cooed happily.

“Any luck?” You asked after a moment. He just shook his head. You shrugged. “Probably can’t make it through your thick helmet.”

The Mandalorian grunted and put the kid on the bench beside him, pulling a metal ball out of the bag at his side and handing it to him. He took it happily. Din turned his attention back to you.

“Where’s your husband now.”

“Why?” You asked. “He’s not hurting me anymore, that’s all that matters.”

“No,” he replied. “Tell me where he is, Doll, or…”

“Or what?” You asked. “You’ll forget I ever happened? I was cargo, Mando. You did your job, it’s done. It’s been done for years.”

“I will hunt him,” he said, his voice hard. “If you tell me, it will be easier but I don’t need you to. I can track him without you and I will make him pay.”

“I don’t want you to,” you said, jaw tense. “I don’t want your help, I don’t want to owe you a damn thing. I want you to leave me alone.”

“What are your plans from here?” He asked. “Do you plan on working at that… place forever?”

“Only until I save up enough credits to catch a transport out of here,” you shrugged. “Figured if I can make it to midrim, I can find work as a translator or something. I just need identification for whoever I’m going to be next and the ticket off this planet and then I’m set. It should only take me a few more months, I can lay low the long.”

“And if he comes looking for you?” He asked. “You sold your blaster.”

You frowned, eyebrows knitting together.

“How did you know that?”

He pulled the weapon out from a pouch on his leg setting it on the table between you. You picked it up, holding it with reverence.

“Bought it off a weapons trader earlier,” he said. “It’s how I found you, said he bought it off a girl this morning, one who was in trouble. I thought it might have been you. It was a long shot but I had to check…”

“What’d you pay for it?” You asked, turning it over in your hands. You’d only sold it hours before but you’d resigned yourself to never seeing it again. It seemed miraculous that you had it now.

“Just 750 credits,” Din replied. You laughed dryly.

“You got a deal,” you said, setting it down in the middle of the table. “Thought that guy had half a brain, figured he’d get it without me pointing it out. The royal seal at the base of the handle increases its value. You could turn it around and sell it for 2,000 on Coruscant. But his loss is your gain.”

“Keep it,” he said. “Absolutely not,” you shook your head firmly.

“Doll…”

“I mean it,” you replied. “I’m not going to owe you. I can’t owe you.”

“And I’m not going to leave you here, defenseless, when someone nearly beat you to death,” he snapped.

“Mando,” you sighed but he leaned across the table, fists clenched.

“If you won’t take the blaster, I’ll give you two choices,” he said.

“Fine. What are they?”

“Choice one, you come with me and I take you wherever you want to go,” he replied. You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off. “I could use some help protecting the kid and picking up odd jobs. I’ll let you work your way through so you don’t owe me. Choice two, you stay here and I hunt your husband so I can kill him.”

“That is not fair,” you fought to keep from yelling at him. “You can’t back me into a corner like that!”

“You forced my hand,” he shrugged. “If you won’t keep yourself safe, you haven’t left me another option.”

“Is this fun for you?” You snapped. “Do you enjoy this?”

“Enjoy seeing you hurting?” He replied, his voice oddly calm. “No.”

He watched you, unflinching from across the table. You wondered, for a moment, if you could run. You weren’t especially strong at the moment and you didn’t have much in the way of credits. You could maybe get to the other side of the planet, but with no real identification, it would take a while before you found work again and you’d be stuck. And Din was Din. He’d find you before you made it off world.

“Fine,” you hissed. “I’ll come with you.”

“Good,” he said.

“Tomorrow,” you said. “I have some things to finish up here.”

“Fine,” he said. “Tomorrow morning, space port.”

“Still in the Razor Crest?” He just gave you a stiff nod. “I’ll find you.”

“If you don’t, I’ll find you.”

You believed him.

A/N: Some info about where we're coming into the Mandoverse now that the fic and the show timelines will collide!

This is now 3 years after the first 11 chapters of this fic, set post Season 1 of the Mandalorian (the fight against Gideon has happened.) From here out, this will drastically diverge from canon (while hopefully maintaining characterization from the show for non-OC.)

#fanfic #enemies to friends to lovers #mandalorian fanfic #din djarin #slow burn #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x female reader

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