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proxima-writes · 6 months

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pairing: cult leader!joel miller x virgin!female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 8.6k

summary:

You think you’re as good as dead when a band of raiders find you. In what you think are your final moments, an angel appears.

His name is Joel Miller, and he is here to deliver you from evil.

author's note: a huge thank you to my fellow cultist @atinylittlepain for listening to me scream about this. without them, we'd probably be on version 5 of this story. and to everyone who has been excited about this, i hope you enjoy!

warnings: DARK CONTENT - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, dub-con: power dynamics, dub-con: cult mentality, age difference - 60M and 27F, explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), no use of y/n, dual POV, post-outbreak, canon divergence, canon typical violence (knife wounds, gun shot wounds, numerous mentions of blood), minor character death(s), blood cult ceremonies, religious themes, possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, loss of virginity, oral sex - f receiving, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v, cum play, dirty talk, pet names, praise, joel really has a loose screw ok? if there are any tags missing, please let me know!

“I don’t think you should go out there by yourself,” you say, watching as your dad inspects his gun. He looks up at you with a pained expression.

“I gotta see where we should head next. I don’t want to lead you out in the wrong direction, accidentally get you in a bad spot,” he says. “I’ll be fine, buttercup.”

There’s a heaviness that settles in your stomach at his words. He sounds confident enough, but his eyes tell a different story, expose his fear. He stands with a sigh, a wince of pain washing over his face.

“Maybe I should—“

“No,” he interrupts. “I’m going. I won’t be gone long, okay? We can’t stay here forever. Who knows what’s out there in the forest.”

That’s exactly what you’re afraid of. At least inside the rotted cabin you stumbled across you could pretend you were safe. The forest is alive in a way you’ve never experienced growing up in a QZ surrounded with barbed wire and steel. You hear the snap of twigs and the howl of wolves, or the flutter of wings and the call of birds, and sometimes you think you feel the weight of eyes watching you if you venture out too far in your exploration.

“We’ve made it this far. We got out of Denver and that was half the battle,” your dad says. “You got your knife, right? And enough rations.”

You nod, swallowing around the lump in your throat. He kisses your forehead, dry lips lingering on your skin. You have an aching feeling this is a goodbye, some sinking intuition that he’s making a mistake that you can’t correct.

“Be back soon. I love you.”

Joel’s been keeping an eye on the people in the woods for the last three days. There was chatter on one of the radio stations that the Denver QZ was facing an uprising and he knows that once those walls come down, the survivors that venture out are bound to stumble across his town.

The cabin door opens and the man steps out, venturing into the forest. Joel waits to see if his female companion follows, but the door remains shut. He longs to see you, the girl who’s image has been burned into his brain since his first glimpse, but he has a duty to fulfill first.

He walks quickly and quietly through the forest, sure feet catching up with the man less than a mile from where he’d started. Joel clears his throat.

The man turns, fumbling with a gun that he clearly has no experience using, pointing it at Joel with shaking hands and shouting, “Move and I’ll shoot!”

“You lost?” Joel asks, holding his hands up and keeping his face trained in a mask of concern. “Lookin’ for somethin’?”

After a pause, the man seeming to have concluded that Joel isn't a threat, he says, “My daughter and I…we escaped the Denver QZ."

"That must've been difficult."

"We....we're running out of food," he continues, dropping his arms, limbs hanging heavy at his sides. "I-I don't know what else to do, man."

Gun no longer pointed at his face, Joel approaches the man, stopping when he's within arms reach. Up close, he can see the dismal state the guy is in -- sunken cheeks and bloodshot eyes, tattered clothing hanging on a thin frame. Joel places a hand on his bony shoulder.

"I can help you," he says. The man looks up, a brief glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes. Joel watches the slow realization, the way his brain catches up to what's just happened, a choked noise spilling from his dry lips.

Joel tugs his knife from the man's gut and steps back, watching as he collapses to the ground. Desperate hands smear the blooming red stain across his abdomen. Joel circles the man, positioning himself at his back, and pulls him close with a hand slapped over his mouth.

"I'll take good care of her," he whispers before dragging his knife across his neck in one clean slice. The man twitches once before growing limp and Joel releases him, body hitting the forest floor with a dull thud. Not one to waste, Joel gathers anything of use from his person.

Something catches the light against his neck. Curious, Joel tugs the bloodstained neck of his t-shirt to the side, finding a silver chain. He pulls, revealing the length of it.

A cross.

The clasp snaps with a sharp tug and Joel stuffs it in his pocket. Standing and shouldering his bag once more, he begins his walk back towards the cabin.

You're running as fast as your legs will carry you, lungs and limbs burning with the effort. You made the mistake of not listening to your dad when he'd told you stay where you were, to stay hidden, that he'd come back. Your nerves had gotten the best of you and you decided that you would catch up with him, but you didn't know which direction he'd gone. You figured you would travel a little ways and see if you could find him and if you didn't do so quickly, you'd rush back to the cabin and wait, just as he told you.

That's when the men saw you, two large figures with rifles that reminded you of FEDRA soldiers slung across their backs.

You duck behind a thick tree to catch your breath. You can hear voices calling out through the forest above the rush of blood in your ears, taunting tones carrying through the air.

"C'mon out, pretty girl!"

You chance a peek out from your hiding spot, only catching a brief glimpse of one man through the trees.

"Where ya hidin', sweet thing?"

His voice sounds far away and that gives you the courage to move forward, a tentative dash for another tree.

“I might be nicer to ya if you just come on out, but if I have to hunt ya down…well…you know what a hunter does to its prey, don’tcha?”

You press your hand over your mouth, muffling the cry that claws its way up your throat. You start to run again, faster, not caring if he can hear you so long as you're able to maintain that distance, hoping that if you can outrun them for long enough, he'll just give up and then maybe you can find your--

You crash into something, the world sliding out from under you and the breath rushing from your lungs as you land on your back with a pained shout. A hand wraps around your ankle, pulling you across the rough ground before you have the chance to recover.

"Gotcha," a man says, the voice different from the one that had been taunting you before. A figure stands over you, a foot on either side of your hips, looking down at you with a sinister smile. "Pretty little prize, huh?"

You twist your body, scrambling away from him. He laughs, following after you with unhurried strides.

“Now, don’t play hard to get,” he admonishes. A hand wraps around your ankle and he drags you toward him, kicking and screaming. Your foot connects with some fleshy part of him and he curses.

“You little fuckin’ cunt,” he hisses, dropping your foot. He kicks you, heavy boot colliding with soft flesh and bone, a sharp pain blossoming in your side, shooting down to your very marrow. You curl in on yourself, wounded prey trying to protect its most vulnerable parts.

A shot rings out, the sound startling in the relative quiet of the forest. You sit up, sudden movement making you light headed, and it takes you a long moment to register the scene before you.

The man that had been chasing you, the one that had caught you, the one that had hurt you on the surface but planned to do far worse, lies on the ground, eyes wide open but unseeing. Above him stands your savior, an older man with gray streaked dark curls and tan skin, broad shoulders and hard brown eyes. He reminds you of a painting you saw once in a book your dad owned, long before the outbreak.

“Death On A Pale Horse,” he explained when you showed him the painting that caught your eye. “Based on the Book of Revelations. You remember that one, right?”

“Yeah.”

“This one,” — he pointed to the central figure, a dark creature on a white horse — “is Death. And this one” — he pointed to a figure on the right that rides a dark brown horse, the dark colors making him blend among the horrors breaking from the sky behind him — “would be famine. You can see the emaciated man below him.”

“What about the other two?” You asked.

“The one of the red horse would be war.”

You pointed to the remaining figure, a man with dark curls and a determined expression. “And the white horse?”

Your dad paused. “Conquest. Pestilence. The Antichrist. The first horseman of the apocalypse.”

The man before you today looks like that figure on the white horse and despite his choice to rescue you from one horror, you fear he may be something far worse.

The man kneels and you flinch away from him. He sighs and says, “I ain’t goin’ to hurt you.”

“Who are you?” You ask, voice weak, throat on fire.

“My name is Joel,” he says. “I want to help you.”

“How do I know you weren’t with those other guys?” Your eyes grow wide and you rush to stand on shaky legs. “Wait, there’s another—“

“He won’t be an issue,” Joel assures you, wrapping a steadying arm around your waist. “C’mon.”

“I can’t—“

“Men like those two ain’t the only things in the forest to worry about, and I’m afraid we can’t sit around and find out. That gun shot could send a horde runnin’.”

“Wait!” You snap, pulling out of his grasp. He holds his hands up, as if in surrender, or maybe like he’s approaching a wounded animal. You’re not sure which. “My dad is out there. H-he went to figure out where to go from here. We were in a cabin…” Your voice trails off. “I told him I would wait for him.”

Joel’s eyes are soft as he says, “We need to get ourselves to safety. I can send someone out to look for your dad first thing in the mornin’.”

“Send someone?”

“There’s a group of us, down in the valley. Survivors, like you.”

“Really?” Relief washes over you, eclipsing even the ache in your belly and the burn in your throat and the pain in your muscles. “How far?”

“With the state you’re in, probably about a two hour hike.”

You don’t have much choice but to go with him, do you?

“Okay.”

“Where’re you comin’ from?” Joel asks, glancing over his shoulder at you. You’ve been following quietly behind him, head down and eyes fixed on the ground.

“Denver,” is all you offer in response. He knew that much already. He wants to know more.

Maybe he has to give more first.

“‘M from Texas, originally. Was in a QZ in Boston for a while before makin’ my way out here.”

“Why’d you come out here?” You ask.

“Had a friend once tell me, ‘Save who you can save’,” he says.

“What does that mean?” You ask.

“You’ll see.”

Joel had mentioned survivors, but you're shocked to discover that just past a wooden sign proclaiming WELCOME TO CRESTONE in chipped yellow paint, a whole town is tucked away, surrounded by a wooden gate that opens for you as you approach. You feel the weight of curious eyes as you walk through a town square, Joel's palm between your shoulder blades steering you towards a more residential area until you reach a two story adobe home.

Once inside, you’re led upstairs to a sparsely decorated bedroom, a large bed in the center with a faded quilt tucked around the mattress with precision and a dresser against one wall covered in yellowed wallpaper. Joel gestures for you to sit, kneeling on the wood floor in front of you to work on the laces of your sneakers.

“What—“

“You need rest,” he says, removing your shoes. He looks up at you, brown eyes full of concern. Your stomach flips.

“But—“

“No,” he says sternly. He stands and walks to the side of the bed, tugging the quilt free and folding it down. “I have duties to return to, but you’ll be safe here.”

You don’t have it in you to continue arguing. You haven’t seen a comfortable bed in more than two days and the exhaustion catches up to you in one fell swoop, eyes halfway to shut as you crawl into the space Joel’s made for you between the sheets. He pulls the covers over you, the warmth of a hand smoothing across your cheek the last thing you feel before falling asleep.

You wake to the sun high in the sky, streaming through the open window of a room that you don't recognize. You push yourself to sitting, your ribs protesting the movement and your head pulsing just behind your eyes. Your mouth is unbearably dry, so much so that you start coughing, further aggravating your bruised ribs.

"There's water on the nightstand," a voice says, startling you.

You look to your left, finding a young girl sitting in a wooden chair by your bed. Her dark hair is pulled back from her face, wayward pieces falling across pale skin. Her sharp brown eyes watch you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl.

“I’m Ellie,” she says. You mumble your own name.

“Did Joel save you?” Ellie asks.

“Uh—“

“He must have. That’s what he does,” she continues, cutting you off.

“Ellie!” A familiar deep voice calls out. Her eyes go wide and she scrambles from her seat, rushing for the door. Heavy footsteps climb the stairs, Joel appearing in the open doorway. He looks at her with a stern expression, mouth pressed in a thin line. “Thought I told you not to come up here.”

The look on her face isn’t fear, like her reaction would have led you to believe. No, she looks up at Joel with reverence as she says, “Sorry. Wanted to see her.”

Joel nods. “Head to the mess hall. I’ll bring her down shortly.”

Ellie casts a lingering look in your direction before disappearing through the doorway.

“Sorry about her,” Joel says. He takes a seat on the edge of the mattress. “How’re you feelin’?”

“Could be better,” you say honestly. “How long was I asleep for?”

“A little more than a day.”

Your eyes go wide. “My dad—“

“We’ve sent out a search party. No luck yet, I’m afraid,” he says. You curl into yourself a bit at the news, shoulders tight with worry. He reaches forward and places a hand on top of your own where it rests on the sheets. “You should get some food. I brought you some new clothes, too. I’ll let you get dressed and we can go down to the mess hall.“

He leaves the room before you respond and you drag the pile of clothes closer to you, finding a neatly folded t-shirt, jeans, underwear, and socks. It takes you a long moment to work your way out of your dirty clothes, your movements slow to not aggravate your injuries. You keep your bra on, pulling the clean shirt over your head, followed by the jeans. You're thrilled to be wearing something that's not caked with dirt and sweat.

You're working on putting your socks on when there's a knock at the door, Joel entering when you call out for him to come in. He smiles at you.

"There, that's better," he says. "C'mon. Let's get down to dinner."

You follow him out of the room and down the stairs. The first floor of the home has a kitchen that opens up to a living and dining area, the space filled with worn mismatched furniture. The walls are wood paneled and there's a massive stone fireplace with elk antlers mounted above it.

The sun is setting as you step outside and get your first real look at the town as its bathed in gold. Narrow residential streets give way to wider roads once you reach the town center, where commercial buildings are pressed together advertising long forgotten businesses, their windows dark.

"That's the butcher up there," Joel says, pointing to one of the wooden buildings. "He gets the meat from the traps prepped for us." He points to another building with a sign that says RESTAURANT. "That's the bakery."

"A butcher and a bakery?" You ask. "Do you have electricity here?"

"Sure do. Solar panels, just outside the gate."

You continue walking through the town until you come up on a large white building, people entering and exiting through a set of thick double doors. The shadow of a cross remains above the door, perhaps scorched by the sun where a crucifix once sat. People welcome Joel as he enters, heads turning in their curiosity. You press a little closer to Joel's side.

The large room is bursting with noise and activity -- a flurry of conversations, the clink of cutlery, and laughter. You've not seen anything like it before, the mentality in the QZ not conducive to camaraderie. You can count on one hand the number of people you would have considered friends within those walls, and even that was a stretch. You and Joel join a line of people retrieving plates of food from a single window.

"How long has all of this been here?" You ask, gesturing to the room. He looks around proudly.

"Ellie and I came across this town on accident after we went through hell leavin' Boston. The folks here set up their own quarantine zone and with bigger fish to fry, FEDRA sort of left ‘em alone. They were kind enough to take us in," he says. "After that, more people started showin' up lookin' for safety. Lots of people who escaped the QZs or had been on their own for a while and were tired of runnin'."

"Ellie says you save people," you comment, taking a step forward as the line moves. "What's that mean?"

"Every flock needs a shepherd."

You’re at the front of the line now, standing in front of the window. A woman appears, her face lighting up when she sees Joel.

“Joel! How are you?” She asks, leaning onto the ledge. Behind her you can see people moving quickly and efficiently around a stainless steel kitchen, large pots of food simmering on the stovetop.

“Well enough,” he says. He places a hand on your shoulder. “We have a new guest. Make her plate nice and full for me?”

“Of course.”

She gathers a plate from a precarious stack, loading it with a heaping pile of food ranging from mashed potatoes and stew to colorful vegetables that you haven’t seen in ages, not since before the outbreak when you were seven and your dad would make dinner rather than pass you a ration package. You’re speechless as she hands you the plate with a kind smile, a mumbled thank you the best you can manage to show your gratitude.

Joel is handed a plate as well and you follow him to a table where Ellie sits next to a man with white hair, her plate already empty in front of her. The man looks up at Joel as you approach, his expression closed off and wary.

“Michael,” Joel says in greeting, jaw ticking. You take a seat beside Ellie, who to your surprise moves closer to you, arm brushing yours. “You botherin’ Ellie?”

The man, Michael, shakes his head. “No, sir. We were just having a little talk.”

“What about?” Joel sits on the opposite side of the table. He rips his bread roll in half.

“Just some concerns I was having.”

“You bring your concerns to me. Not to her.”

The two men stare at each other, the tension thick and impossible to ignore. Finally, Michael gets up, leaving the table without another word. Ellie’s shoulder’s lose their tension and Joel catches her eye, the two of them seeming to have an entire conversation in just a look.

The moment passes and Joel’s features relax, a smile tilting the corners of his lips as he returns his attention to you and gestures to your plate.

“Dig in,” he says.

Joel walks you back to his home after dinner, the sky now dark. Ellie’s already closed herself in her room by the time the two of you return, having left the mess hall before you had finished eating.

“Tired again?” Joel asks when you yawn, mouth open wide as you stretch your arms above your head.

Your expression is sheepish as you say, “A little bit.”

“That’s to be expected,” he assures you. “You fought a hard fight. It’s okay to relax now. I’ve got you.”

“Thank you.” Your fingers tangle in the hem of the t-shirt he’d given you earlier. “I don’t know if I’ve said that already.”

“You’re welcome. Come on, let’s get you back upstairs. You can use the shower and get to bed.”

“Oh my god, a shower sounds amazing.”

He shows you the bathroom and helps you get the water running. Once he shows you where to find a towel, you smile gratefully before shutting the door on him.

Dismissed, Joel makes his way to Ellie’s room, knocking on the door. She answers quickly, opening up only enough for him to see her face.

“Yeah?” She asks.

“Can I come in?”

She rolls her eyes but opens the door further, allowing him inside. Her room is smaller than his but far more decorated, pages ripped out of old magazines and comic books tacked to the wall. She takes a seat on her single bed, folding her legs beneath her.

“What did Michael talk to you about?” He asks. She shrugs her shoulders. Joel bites back a sigh. Sometimes he forgets what it was like to reason with a teenage girl. “Ellie.”

“He said” — she pauses, scratching at her wrist in the way that she will when she’s anxious — “he said that you were full of shit. That your fucked up ceremony isn’t helping any of them.”

Joel’s teeth grind together. “That all?”

“Called me a stupid kid for following what you say,” she mumbles. “Said everyone in town was stupid for believing you.”

“Thank you for tellin’ me,” he says. Rage burns in his veins as he turns to leave.

“What are you gonna do?” Ellie asks as he reaches the door.

“I’m goin’ to teach him a lesson.”

He pulls the door shut behind him, tilting his head against the wood with a sigh. The click of a latch down the hall precedes your quiet, “Joel?”

Joel turns to face you, surprised to find you standing just outside the bathroom door with a towel tucked around your body. Water glistens on your skin in the low light, drawing his eyes down your neck and across your chest. He clears his throat.

“Everythin’ alright?” He asks.

“Yeah, everything is fine,” you murmur. “I…could I get some new clothes?”

“Of course, should’a given you some before you showered. Sorry about that.”

Joel walks past you, entering his bedroom and approaching the dresser. He tugs the top drawer open, full of clothing he’d gathered while you’d been asleep for more than a day. He piles together another t-shirt, sleep pants, and underwear, setting them on the bed for you.

You’re standing in the doorway when he finishes and he fights the urge to go to you, to pull you close, to run his wretched hands over your body like he’s wanted to since he first saw you in the forest.

He doesn’t, though. Not yet. You still have much to learn.

“Here you go,” he says. “Some more stuff in the drawers for you if you need it.”

Joel leaves you to get ready for bed, shutting the door behind him. He heads downstairs to grab what he’ll need, essentials shoved in a bag thrown over his shoulder before venturing off into the night.

Only a few lights continue to illuminate windows as Joel walks through the residential area. The house he approaches at the end of a street is already dark, quiet beyond the wood door that he knocks on three times. The door opens slowly, Michael appearing in the small space.

“What?” He grunts.

“Come take a walk,” Joel says. Michael rolls his eyes, moving to shut the door but Joel’s boot blocks his effort. “I ain’t askin’, Michael.”

“Oh, yeah? What are you going to do?” He challenges. Joel throws his weight against the door, catching Michael by surprise enough for him to step into the house.

Joel throws an elbow into the man’s gut, making him double over with a groan. He circles behind him, kicking the back of his knee to send him to the ground. He pulls a length of chain from his pocket, looping it around Michael’s neck and pulling the ends.

Michael struggles, clawing at the garotte and thrashing wildly, but Joel holds strong. He tightens his grip further until Michael’s fight becomes sluggish, lack of oxygen finally causing him to go limp.

Joel releases the chain and Michael’s body slumps to the ground. He removes his backpack, digging through the contents until he finds a rusted pair of handcuffs that he uses to bind Michael’s arms behind his back. Next, he places a strip of duct tape over his mouth.

When he wakes, Joel will lead him out past the gate. He will find an unassuming home that rests outside the boundary of Crestone. He will open the hidden doors of the cellar, the ones covered in a layer of leaves and grass. From the darkness he will hear the echo of desperate groans and the rattle of chains and the angry attempts to break free from bindings. He will lead Michael down the dirt steps, the smell of rot and fear and death clawing at his olfactory nerves.

He will place a burlap bag over a struggling Michael’s head and the man will beg and plead in words muffled by tape. Then, Joel will offer him for judgment.

A hand on you shoulder shakes you awake, the room still mostly dark when you manage to open your eyes. You groan, pulling the quilt up over your head.

“C’mon, we gotta get to breakfast,” Ellie says. The cover gets yanked down and she gives you a mischievous grin.

“Where’s Joel?” You ask, sitting up slowly. She shrugs.

“Probably there already.”

You swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand, stretching your arms up. You grab the same jeans and socks from the day before, changing into them quickly and sitting down on the floor to pull your sneakers on. Ellie watches you, her foot tapping impatiently.

“You can go without me if you’re in a rush,” you offer. She shakes her head.

“I’m fine,” she says quickly. “You ready?”

“Sure.”

You follow her out of the house, her clipped pace difficult to keep up with due to your lingering pain. As the sun starts to rise and you pass by more of the houses, you notice something peculiar about some of them.

“What’s that?” You ask, pausing in front of one the houses. There’s a streak of what looks like dark red paint across the top of the door. Ellie doubles back and stands beside you.

“Protection,” she says.

“From what?”

She shifts her weight from foot to foot, uncomfortable with your line of questioning. Rather than answer, she walks away, leaving you to catch up to her or be left behind.

As the two of you start to walk through the square, there’s a rush of people around you. Shouting can be heard up ahead as a crowd comes into view, gathered around the front of the mess hall building. People press in close together, craning their necks to see over each other and catch a glimpse of whatever spectacle has their attention.

Ellie pushes through the crowd and you follow close on her heels until she manages to break through the other side of the wall of people. You catch glimpses of something writhing on the ground, something animal but not quite, something failed and fetid and foul. Another peek affords you a view of an arm littered with bite marks shaped by blunt teeth, deep gouges into their skin that shine red with blood and fester with disease.

Joel appears, stepping around the side of the building. The whispers cease, the crunch of Joel’s boots and pained groans the only noise to be heard in the stale air.

His dark eyes scan the crowd. People shrink back from his gaze, pressing closer to each other for relief. He reaches down, curling his fingers into the burlap material and yanking it off to reveal a man, familiar and yet not recognizable. Unseeing eyes, ashen skin, and dark red veins now the hallmark characteristics of the man you now remember as the one who had been talking to Ellie in the dining hall.

Joel draws a gun from his back, aiming it at Michael’s head. “Let this be a lesson,” he says, pulling the trigger.

The shot rings out, making you jump. The agonized sounds come to abrupt halt and his body goes limp, eyes still open as blood blooms on the ground around him.

“No blood spilled. No blood saved,” Joel says. You look up from the horrible scene and meet his hard gaze. You step back, turning and shoving your way through the crowd.

Then, you run.

You’re frantically shoving clothing into your bag when a door slams downstairs and heavy footsteps climb the stairs at a quick pace. You can feel the burn of Joel's eyes on your back, his presence in the room thick and cloying as you refuse to turn around, even when he murmurs your name.

He moves closer, a hand on your shoulder prompting you to turn to break the connection. He holds his hands up in surrender, taking a step back as he says, "Let me explain."

"Explain? Explain?! How the fuck do you explain that?!" You snap.

"If you'll just listen--"

"There's nothing you could possibly say that will--"

"Ellie is immune!" He shouts. Your words die on the tip of your tongue, lost to ether as you stare at Joel.

"W-what do you mean? Immune?" You ask.

He takes a deep breath. "I told you what my friend said. 'Save who you can save'. The first person I saved was Ellie."

"I helped her out of Boston, kept her safe, nearly lost my life if it meant keepin' her alive," He continues. "That's what I offer here."

"So you think you're....what? Some kind of god? That you can grant immunity?"

He huffs a laugh, the noise devoid of any humor. "God abandoned his worst experiment in their time of need. There is no god anymore, just the poor creatures he left behind. Someone had to take up the mantle."

"But how?"

"The ceremony," he says.

"That’s not a fucking answer, Joel!” You shout. “What fucking ceremony?!”

“Blood spilled for blood saved. You can’t make it in this world without givin’ your everythin’ first.” He lifts the bottom of his shirt, just enough to reveal a jagged scar to the right of his belly button, shiny scar tissue disrupting smooth tan skin. “I did this for Ellie. Now everyone else has to do it for themselves.”

“I don’t…I don’t understand.” You take a small step closer to inspect the wound, raising your hand and reaching out with a tentative touch. Joel inhales sharply as you run your fingers across the puckered flesh.

His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling your hand up and holding it against his chest. “It’ll be easier to show you, okay? There’s a ceremony in a couple days.”

“I don’t—“

“You’re just afraid because this is somethin’ new, but I promise you that you got nothin’ to be scared of. I’ll take care of you.” He lifts a hand to your face, tilting your chin with his thumb. “I just need you to trust me.”

His eyes are honest, earnest, pleading with you to believe him and the longer you search them, the more truth you seem to find. He will take care of you. You just know it.

“Okay.”

Dinner is served early on the day of the ceremony, the room buzzing with excited conversation. You haven’t seen Joel much the last few days, just passing glimpses, and Ellie says it’s because he has a lot to prepare for. Tonight there’s a woman at his side wearing a white dress that flows to the floor, black hair braided down her back. She smiles at Joel, hanging on every word you can’t hear. It makes your stomach clench in a weird way when her hand curls around his bicep and her head leans against his shoulder.

“That’s Marcy. She’s volunteered for the ceremony,” Ellie says. She’s sitting across from you, a smirk on her lips. “S’why she’s been hanging around Joel the last few days. Joel’s gotta prepare her.”

“Oh,” is all you manage to reply, picking at the vegetables on your plate. “What does…what does he do? To prepare her.”

She shrugs. “Dunno.”

You glance at the pair. Joel leans in close to the woman, whispering into her ear. Your fingernails dig into the meat of your palm, your hands curled into tight fists beneath the table. He stands, a hand on the woman’s shoulder as he calls the people to attention, voices fading until silence envelops the room.

“Tonight,” Joel says, “another is to be saved. And we will all bear witness to the gift of deliverance that only self-sacrifice can grant.”

It’s only a few words, but the power in them is palpable as you glance around the room at the entire town watching him with rapt attention. His eyes meet yours.

“Save who you can save,” he intones. A chill runs down your spine.

“Save who you can save,” the town echoes back.

The sun is already low on the horizon, twilight casting a soft glow on the scene. You stand at the back of the crowd, watching as Joel leads Marcy onto a raised wooden platform. Another man joins them, passing something wrapped in cloth into Joel’s outstretched hands.

“The thing about the world today,” Joel says, unwrapping the cloth to reveal a large knife, “is that there ain’t a single guarantee.” He looks out over the crowd. “Except here, within these walls. Why? Because here you’ll make the greatest sacrifice and earn the greatest reward.”

He begins to pace the length of the platform, knife in hand. “Givin’ your blood in exchange for your safety? That doesn’t sound so bad, right?” The people around you nod their heads in agreement. “You’ve seen what that sacrifice can do. I did it for Ellie. I did it for myself. And tonight—“ he places a hand on Marcy’s shoulder “—another has made the choice to earn that gift of protection.”

A cheer erupts, spreading through the crowd through shouts and applause. You find yourself joining them, clapping your hands together as you continue to watch Joel.

“Marcy,” Joel says. “What brings you here today?”

“No blood spilled, no blood saved,” she recites dutifully.

“Are you afraid?” He asks.

“No,” she says.

“Why?”

“Because I trust in your protection.”

Joel smiles at her, beaming with pride, and that knot in your stomach from earlier returns with a vengeance. You want him to look at you like that.

He stands in front of her, blocking her from view with his body. A hush falls over the crowd and from the silence erupts an anguished scream. You flinch, the sound piercing and painful and petrifying, though it seems to have taken nobody else by surprise.

Another scream as he jerks his arm back, the knife in his hand now stained with red that slides down the blade, dripping to the wood beneath his feet. He steps to the side and you can see the woman now, her hands pressed to her belly. Crimson blooms beneath her hands, marring her pretty white dress and leaching the color and vitality from her face. She drops to her knees and so does Joel, who wraps an arm around her shoulders and gently guides her until she’s lying on her back. He holds her hand and smooths her hair from her face as she just repeats, “Thank you.”

Slowly, the strength in her voice fades. Her arm goes limp in his grasp, dropping to the floor with a dull thud as her eyes flutter shut. Joel whistles sharply, three men rushing up the platform and lifting the girl into their arms, careful not to jostle her too much. Joel remains kneeling, his head turning to scan the crowd.

“We are born covered in blood,” he says. “It gives you protection from the outside world when you’re wrenched from the womb. And it will protect you now as it is wrenched from you.”

He steps off the platform and walks past the crowd, heading for the residential street. Everyone shuffles forward, moving en masse like sheep following their shepherd or cattle to the slaughter. You’re led to one of the smaller homes and you watch as Joel smooths the flat of the blade across his hand, gathering blood in his palm.

He places his palm on the door, smearing the blood across the faded blue paint. When he’s done, he turns to face the crowd.

“Marcy has earned her protection. Those of you among us that have not yet made your sacrifice, may you return home this evenin’ and realize that each passin’ day is a wasted opportunity for your salvation.” His serious expression softens as he smiles. “No blood spilled.”

“No blood saved,” the crowd says.

To your surprise, the words fall easily from your lips.

Joel shuts the door quietly behind him. He’s just finished checking on Marcy and was pleased to find that her wound has been dressed and she’s recovering well. At the kitchen sink he runs the water as hot as he can tolerate and scrubs his hands clean.

He can hear faint footsteps upstairs, the sound of your pacing back and forth in his bedroom. He’s pleased that you stayed through the entire ceremony, didn’t run away filled with fear or disgust like you had watching him make an example out of Michael.

There’s hope for you yet.

Joel dries his hands on a towel and heads upstairs. He glances at Ellie’s room out of habit, though he knows it’s empty. She likes to help out after the ceremony, usually sticking beside the town nurse, Shelly, as she monitors the person who participated in the ceremony over night.

The door to his bedroom is shut but he can see that the light is on, the glow of it seeping out from the gap beneath the door. He knocks, three sharp raps of his knuckles, and waits.

You pull the door open, and Joel is once again struck by how much he wants you, how much he’s craved you since the first time he saw you. You look up at him with wide eyes but he doesn’t sense any fear as you pull the door open further and step back to let him enter.

“You doin’ okay?” He asks, shutting the door quietly behind him. You’re standing with your arms wrapped around yourself, nodding quietly. Joel moves closer, tentatively reaching out to tilt your chin up so that he’s looking into your eyes. “Talk to me.”

“I….,” your voice trails off. You take a breath. “I want that protection.”

He was hoping you would say that. Relief floods through him.

“I can’t do that,” he says. Your brows pinch together, hurt flashing across your features. “I won’t have your blood on my hands.”

“But—“

“Listen to me—“ his hands frame your face, thumbs smoothing over the high points of your cheeks “—you’re meant for somethin’ different here.”

“Something different?” You repeat. You shake your head slightly. “I don’t understand.”

“From the moment I saw you, I knew I couldn’t let you lose a drop,” he whispers. “You don’t need to bleed, sweetheart. Not like them. I’ll protect you myself.”

Your mouth drops open the slightest bit, drawing Joel’s gaze. He slides his thumb across your bottom lip, mesmerized by the softness of it. There’s not much about his life the last twenty or so years that he would call soft.

There was his brother, Tommy, even though they couldn’t see eye to eye and had to part ways. His daughter, Sarah, before the outbreak. She took care of him, made sure he took his vitamins and packed his lunch and didn’t miss a parent-teacher conference. She was light and joy, his heart outside of his body, and she was ripped from his grasp.

There was Tess, who was not a soft person but was a soft place to land among the carnage. Bill, ornery though he was, and Frank, arguably his better half. They were a breath of normalcy, even when Bill had a gun trained on him. Ellie, once she quit being a pain in the ass and wormed her way into his heart with her promise to follow him wherever he went.

And now there was you.

“Will you let me do that?” Joel asks. “Protect you?”

You lift your hands, delicate fingers wrapping around his wrists. He wonders if you can feel the rapid beat of his heart, his pulse pounding beneath your grip. Finally, after a long moment, you whisper, “Yes.”

Joel captures your lips with his, swallowing your gasp of surprise. You’re tentative, a bit clumsy with your movements as you kiss back and he pulls away, leaning his forehead to yours.

“I-I’m sorry,” you murmur. “I’ve never—“

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

While his words don’t stop your pulse from racing, they do calm your nerves the slightest bit. It’s not that you’ve never been interested in sex, there was just never a good opportunity. Going through puberty in an apocalypse where a militant government faction monitors your every move in exchange for basic necessities wasn’t exactly conducive to forming intimate relationships.

While you’re lost in your thoughts, Joel moves you backwards until your legs hit the mattress and he urges you to sit down. He kneels in front of you, working on the laces of your sneakers, removing them and setting them to the side. He looks up at you as he removes your socks and you’re not sure if you're supposed to find the sight of him kneeling at your feet as sexy as you do, but a rush of warmth rolls through you all the same.

He runs his palms up your legs, across your thighs, until his fingertips find the waist of your jeans, popping the button of the fly and pulling the zipper down.

“Lift your hips a bit, sweetheart,” he says, working the denim down and off your legs, tossing them aside. His hands return to your thighs, goosebumps erupting along their path to your hips.

“No one’s touched you here?” He asks, here being the soft skin of your inner thigh that his thumbs sweep across. You shake your head. He moves higher, a featherlight touch over the elastic of your underwear that makes you gasp. “What about here?”

“N-no,” you manage to whisper. He smiles at you, the same proud smile he’d given Marcy that you were so desperate to have for yourself.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. He kisses the inside of your knee quickly before sitting up higher, reaching up to lift your shirt up, tugging it over your head and dropping it onto the growing pile of your clothing.

“Lie back for me,” Joel commands. You shift up the mattress and follow his instruction, bringing your arms up to cover your exposed breasts. He makes a dissatisfied click with his tongue, pulling your arms away as he crawls up the mattress to settle between your legs.

“None of that,” he admonishes, planting your hands by your head. He kisses your lips again, butterflies erupting in your stomach when his tongue tangles with yours, hot and demanding. He palms one of your breasts, hands rough on the delicate skin. “This is mine, do you understand?”

Joel brings his mouth to your breast, tongue swirling over your stiff nipple. You cry out, the foreign sensation making more heat rush through you, leaving you throbbing between your thighs. He looks up at you through his lashes as he sucks your nipple between his lips, releasing it with a lewd pop.

“Mine to touch,” he says, leaning on one arm to trail his fingers down your stomach. “Mine to kiss.” His lips trace the same heated path. “Mine to protect.”

When he reaches your underwear, he pulls back. “Look at that,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing across the gusset, making you whimper and squirm. “You’ve soaked your panties, sweetheart.”

Your face feels hot with embarrassment. “‘M sorry,” you mumble.

“Sorry? Ain’t nothin’ you need to be sorry about,” he says with a chuckle. He sits up, working your only remaining barrier between you down your legs. He spreads your legs with his hands on your thighs. “Goddamn, you look so pretty, baby.”

“Really?” You ask. His answering grin is wolfish.

“So pretty,” he repeats. He settles on his belly, face so close to your pussy you can feel the warmth of his breath against your heated flesh. “Gotta get you ready.”

Your response to the question is cut off with a high pitched moan as Joel runs his tongue through your folds, circling your clit with broad strokes. You try to close your legs against the sensation but his strong hands keep your thighs pinned down near the mattress.

He groans as he sets a slow and measured pace, alternating attention to your clit with dipping his tongue inside of you, dragging your essence from the source. Your hands clench in the sheets, chasing and retreating from the overwhelming sensation in equal measure.

There’s a blunt pressure that turns into a slight pinch as Joel slips a finger into your tight heat. Your head tilts back with a high keening noise and you’re panting, desperate for breath as he moves his hand in tandem with his tongue.

One finger becomes two that thrust and curl and part inside of you, stretching you in unfamiliar ways. It feels good, and all you want is more, more, more.

Joel’s hand moves quickly and he sucks on your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves until that flood of relief that you’ve only accomplished a handful of times on your own washes over you, your back arching sharply off the mattress as you shout his name like a prayer to the heavens.

His motions slow to a stop and he leaves the bed. You hear the clink of a belt and the rustle of clothing being removed before his weight returns between your legs, a new heat to be felt against your flushed skin with his clothes no longer in the way. With shaky hands you reach up to touch him, starting at his shoulders.

You trail your hands across his warm tan skin, down his hard chest and softer belly. That scar, the one that frightened you before, leaves you breathless as you run your fingers over it now. He’s so strong, so powerful, and he wants you. Wants to protect you so that you don’t know that same pain.

“Joel,” you whisper. He leans forward, hands on the mattress beside your head. He kisses you, slow and all encompassing. You can feel the hard length of his sliding through the mess he’s made of you and you gasp.

“Let me make one thing clear,” he says, face serious, “there ain’t any goin’ back from this. You’re mine. You got that?”

“I trust you,” you reply. Your response earns you a deep groan from the man, a kiss to your forehead that precedes the blunt head of his cock pressing to your soaked entrance.

His cock is thicker, much thicker, than his fingers were and you whine at the intrusion. His shushes you, peppering your face with soothing kisses.

“I don’t think—“

“You’re doin’ so good, sweetheart, I know you can handle it,” Joel says. “Take a deep breath, just a little more.”

Tension gives way, a sharp pinch that turns into an ache as Joel presses his hips firmly against yours. He kisses your neck and trails his nose across your sweat damp skin, holding still as you adjust to his girth.

You shift your hips the slightest bit and Joel’s moan echoes your gasp. “Tell me I can move,” he begs, another desperate kiss pressed to your lips. “Please, baby.”

There’s something heady about the power you have in this brief moment, a man like Joel begging you for something when he’s used to having everything. You nod and that’s all the encouragement he needs to draw back slowly, that fullness leaving you inch by inch, before thrusting sharply.

It’s unlike any experience you’ve had before — the way his body moves with yours, the flex of his muscles above you, the intense look in his eyes each time he presses inside of you.

“Made for me,” he murmurs. “Mine.”

“Yours,” you agree, moaning as each drag of his cock presses against a tender spot inside of you that has your stomach tightening rapidly.

His effort doubles, hips slamming hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall. You dig your nails into his back, watch the clench of his jaw against the sting, and moan his name as you succumb to the feeling of free falling into bliss, clenching around his cock.

“That’s it, sweetheart, fuck,” he growls, hips stilling against yours as warmth pulses inside of you, his mouth dropped open on a groan of your name.

Joel takes a moment to catch his breath before withdrawing from you. He reaches his hand between your legs, pressing his fingers into your swollen pussy as you gasp.

He holds those fingers up, the light catching on the red staining them.

Perhaps you’d spilled blood for your safety after all.

You wake to the early morning light filtering through the window, a noticeable ache between your legs as you begin to stir. You’re naked, having fallen asleep in Joel’s arms last night, his lips caressing your neck until you’d drifted off and dreamt of blood and wolves. You stretch your limbs, encountering only cold sheets as you do.

As you sit up, you realize the sound of rushing water is the shower and surmise that Joel must be in there. With stiff movements you leave the warmth of the bed and approach the dresser, tugging open the top drawer to find clothing for the day.

You’re reaching for underwear when your fingers catch on something cold, metal in a sea of fabric. You pull on the object, unearthing it from its hiding spot and holding it up for inspection.

A cross, hanging from a silver chain. A chain you would tangle your fingers in as a child, a cross that a thumb would rub across as a deep, familiar voice muttered prayers.

The shower turns off and you take one last look at the crucifix before setting it back into the dark corner you’d unearthed it from.

Then, you shut the drawer.

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talaok · 11 months

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Begging

Pairing: Javier Peña x sex worker!reader

summary: Javier is desperate to see you, and he's not above begging

Warnings: Smut | oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, lots of fluffy smut even though it wasn't the initial idea, and Javi being a simp

You were already late, the last thing you needed was for the phone to ring.

"Hello?" annoyance was tracing your tone ever so clearly.

"Hi sweetheart"

You stopped what you were doing, the shoe in your hand momentarily forgotten.

"Javi I'm busy" you immediately blew him off.

"mh, how busy?" the sweet sound of him taking a drag from his cigarette traveling through the phone.

"Very busy" you cleared "I'm late to meet a client"

Silence on the other end.

Lately, you kept having a feeling he didn't like when you talked about your other clients.

"don't you usually arrive late on purpose?"

"I do, but just of five minutes, not half an hour"

"I'm sure he'll wait, doll," he said "I can't think of a man who wouldn't"

You rolled your eyes "I don't have time for this Javier, why did you call?"

"you know why baby" his voice was warm and sultry "I've had a long day"

The implications behind his words were clear as day for someone who'd heard every variation of - I need you- falling from his lips.

"It's 3 pm" you reminded him, glancing at your watch

"It is, and I've been thinking of that sweet mouth of yours since 6 a.m," he said, his voice lowering as he skimmed around the office to make sure no one heard.

"well you did nine, you can survive for another two"

" 'm not sure I can sweetheart" he breathed "I need to see you"

"now?"

"now."

"I can't now Javi, I've got a client"

"blow him off"

"you know I can't do that"

"why not?"

"I have a reputation to maintain, and this one pays well"

"I can pay too" he suggested, his desperation cracking through "I can double the amount"

You laughed softly "I doubt you could afford that"

He winced "That much?"

"yes, that much"

He paused for a moment "Y'know we've got cash laying around here, I doubt anyone would notice a few stacks disappearing"

You feigned a gasp "Agent Peña, that's a very serious offense you're joking about, I doubt your boss would be happy to hear you talk like that"

"I doubt Messina would be happy to hear me talk about anything today" he sighed "And 'm not joking, sweetheart, I need you"

You could hear and feel the hunger in his voice

"I can't Javi" you spoke, ignoring the feeling in your chest

"Please baby" he groaned " just five minutes"

You bit down a laugh "We both know what five minutes mean to you"

He almost smiled too now "You want me to beg sweetheart, is that it?" he asked " 'cause I'll do it"

you chuckled sweetly " I've heard you beg plenty of times before baby, it has gotten old" you joked

"Please princess" he prayed nonetheless "I promise I'll make it up to you," he said

"I thought we'd already established you don't have the money"

"That's not what I meant" he murmured, his eyes trained on the agent walking past him, until he was sure he could speak again "I'll make you come as many times as that perfect body of yours can take"

A breath got caught in your throat

"Javi..."

"I'll do anything baby, anything at all that you ask me I'll do it, just please let me see you," he sighed "I just need to feel you... and hear you, and have you all to myself for even just a second"

"I-"

"I miss you" he interrupted you "fuck I miss you so much" he clutched the phone in his hand " 'just need to see you, baby"

You let out a deep breath, begging your mind to switch up on what you knew it had already decided.

Your fingers slowly twisted around the phone's chord as you surrendered to your destiny, to your only weakness.

"this will never happen again, Javier, we clear?"

"yes 'mam"

"you have twenty minutes to get here or I'm calling my client back"

"I'm on my way baby"

__ __ __

The door hadn't even closed that his lips were on you.

His strong hands gripped your waist and felt all of what they could.

You struggled to not stumble backward, but his fingers gripping your hair so as not to leave any space between you, prevented you from it.

"A hi would have been nice" you smiled as he ducked to kiss your neck.

"hi sweetheart" he carelessly murmured against your skin, one of his hands finding your ass.

“god I missed you" he groaned, leaning away just an inch to properly look at you.

"you know, you could have called any of your other women..." you raised an eyebrow.

"what other women?" he said with a smugness only Javier F. Peña could ever get away with.

You couldn't help but laugh "What can I offer you, water, food, anything?"

" I'm not hungry for food sweetheart" his grip on you got tighter

"Mh" you bit down a grin "and what exactly are you hungry for, agent?"

He chuckled, his nose gently brushing yours "How 'bout I show you?" he asked, giving your lips a quick peck and starting towards the couch, as it was the closest surface.

"na-ah" you stopped him "We're going to the bedroom this time, you can wait five more seconds" you scolded, ignoring his frustrated sigh and getting out of his hold to walk towards your room as he followed like a lost puppy.

"There," you said, closing the door after he entered "wasn't so hard now was it?"

He wasted no time getting all over you once more, his lips, his hands, every part of him was claiming you like a lost treasure.

"I have a surprise for you" you murmured, distracting him from his work on your neck.

"oh yeah, what's that?"

You didn't answer, just slowly, excruciatingly slowly, started slipping your black silk robe off.

Javi's mouth turned to sand the moment it fell at your feet.

You were wearing what he could only describe as every men's ticket to heaven, or hell perhaps.

It was a fire red lingerie set, with small panties and an almost see-through bra, but what really got Javier contemplating if perhaps god really existed, were the stockings adorning your legs, and especially that small bow on the hem of each of them.

"fuck" he breathed "You're too good to me" he murmured, hesitating to touch you, as if the moment he did, you would dissipate into thin air

"I know I am"

"Is this what you were wearing to see your client?" he asked, his hand finally finding your waist

You shook your head "No, I wore this just for you"

" you did?" he breathed, his eyes not knowing were on your body to focus.

"I know how you like red"

He let out a small laugh "I think it's just become my favorite color"

He was so overwhelmed with all the possible things he could and wanted to do to you at that moment that he found himself leaning in to just kiss you.

His tongue parted your lips and explored your whole mouth as his fingers traced the lace of your panties.

If this was heaven, then Javier was happy he died.

"Please get on the bed" he instructed with what resembled more of a beg.

You did as told, observing with amusement the lust in his pupils.

His eyes didn't leave you for even a second as he took his gun and badge out of his jeans and placed them on the nightstand and not even when he took, or better, threw his shirt off.

"you scared I might disappear?" you joked

"I'm scared I might wake up" he answered, finally stepping in front of you just to kneel before you.

His digits trailed the fabric on your leg until they reached the hem, and that's when his lips came to play.

he gently picked up your left leg and started leaving hot, desperate kisses starting from your ankle up until he reached your naked thigh.

By the time he'd done it to both your legs your body's temperature had risen a worrying amount.

His eyes found yours again and he could have come right there in his pants just by the sight of your reddened cheeks and caged lips.

"Open your legs for me, sweet girl"

You did as told without hesitation.

He slowly took your panties off, and let out an adoring sigh.

He grabbed both your legs and placed them on his shoulders, before bending down to kiss the inside of your thighs, sending goosebumps up your spine.

"god, the woman you are" he breathed, his eyes fixated on your core.

"Please Javi" you whimpered

And as always, the teasing was over the moment he heard that sweet voice of yours.

He dove in, taking your pussy into his mouth.

"oh god," you breathed, clutching his head to your body and falling back on the bed.

No high felt this good. If Javier had to choose a way to go, this would be it, his head between your thighs and you moaning beneath him.

His tongue spread your folds hungrily, tasting and licking up and down so that each inch of you had been worshipped, before starting to focus on your clit.

His tongue swirled around over your nub and your back arched off the bed, a high moan climbing up your throat.

"Fuck, baby" you cried, your eyes shut in bliss and your fingers gripping his locks.

The feeling of his mustache and the tip of his nose occasionally hitting your skin was only heightening your pleasure.

While one of his hands remained on your thigh, one traveled upwards until it could freely grope and feel your tits.

Your nipples were perked under the feeble fabric of your bra, and he groaned lowly as he gently toyed with one of them.

You could only let out a desperate moan.

His tongue kept lapping at you, focusing on your nub and occasionally exploring your heat or threatening your entrance until you were panting and squirming under him.

his hold on your leg tightened when he felt your stomach start to shake as your orgasm approached.

"Javi!" you could only cry, once his mouth finally sent you over the edge.

You gripped his hair for dear life as you breathed his name over and over.

He did not stop until you had fully come down your high, and even then, he hesitated before leaning away.

You locked eyes as you both caught your breath, a grin tugging at both your lips before he climbed on top of you and kissed you, your taste still lingering in his mouth.

His dick was fighting against his jeans for room to grow, and your hands roaming closer to where he needed you definitely didn't help.

he let out a low groan once you palmed the bulge in his pants, and you smiled softly.

"Fuck, sweetheart" he growled, kissing the skin beneath your ear

"What?" you asked playfully

"I need to fuck you"

"need?" you raised an eyebrow, stifling a grin

"yeah, need" he nodded, unwillingly climbing off the bed to unfasten his belt and take off his jeans in record time.

In the meantime, you took off your bra, making the conscious decision of leaving your stockings on.

By the look of it, he was pleased with the idea.

His cock was hard and already leaking some precum, and even if you'd seen him desperate before, today he seemed even more.

You were gonna talk to him later, now you had a more pressing matter at hand.

"come here" you invited him, shuffling up the bed and spreading your legs.

He immediately obeyed, coming down on top of you to nestle between your thighs, and melting into your mouth.

He kissed you deep and through, like he dreamed of doing all day and all last night (even if he didn't tell you that), and you whimpered weakly into his mouth, as your arms came up behind his neck.

"God I missed you" he breathed

"you saw me the day before yesterday javi"

"yeah, and that's what?" he asked, leaving another quick kiss on your lips "More than 24 hours without kissing this perfect mouth of yours?" he said "I call that torture"

You chuckled lightly "Careful there, that's what addiction sounds like"

"Yeah, well maybe I am addicted"

You smiled again "now, I don't think your colleagues at the DEA would like the sound of that" you joked.

"then I'll quit," he said

"You'll quit?" you teased

"Yeah" he kissed you "I'll quit and then we'll buy a farm in Texas and spend the rest of our lives like this"

You felt your heart speed up at that childish, unrealizable vision, and yet, you couldn't help but smile.

"I like the sound of that," you said, because it was the truth, because you did like all the impossible plans Javi'd made for your future over the course of all your meetings.

It started as a silly joke, but each time it grew to be something more, you could feel it in his tone, in the way he'd stroke your cheek as he told you about how many dogs you'd keep on the farm.

He was the one that started it, but after a while, you joined him. You contributed with your own hopes, your own dreams, and so, those hours spent together became much more than sex, you became much more than a prostitute and a DEA agent, you became dreamers, and for a few moments, that's all you stayed, as everything else disappeared.

"yeah? I do too, sweetheart" he breathed, kissing you once more before finally positioning himself at your entrance.

Your cries mixed with his groans as he slowly entered you.

One of his hands was on your cheek while the other one kept your legs on his waist so he could hit the angle he knew would make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"fuck baby" he growled softly, starting his slow but oh-so-deep pace as you gripped his shoulders.

That's the thing about Javier, he was always sweet.. gentle. when you first met him you thought he was gonna be another overworked man looking for a way to relieve some stress, but he was everything but.

He cared, maybe a dangerous amount.

"oh my god" you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"I know baby, I know" he murmured, picking up his pace and sinking deeper inside of you.

He was mesmerized by your body underneath his, by your tits bouncing with his movements, by your lips between your teeth, by the way you shut your eyes once the feeling overwhelmed you.

He wanted to take a picture and keep it in his wallet, fuck, he wanted the sight to be tattooed inside his eyelids.

"god you're amazing" he whispered, dipping down to suck on your breasts as you moaned and whimpered.

"fuck, sweetheart" he breathed, coming back up to kiss your mouth.

Your moans filled the room, growing louder and louder until the creaks of the mattress couldn't be heard anymore.

"please" you begged in just a whisper "Please don't stop"

He pressed his forehead to yours, both of you near hyperventilating as he thrusted over and over again, lost in the feeling of you and everything you brought with you.

"I couldn't even if I wanted to baby" he groaned "You feel too good," he said.

"Oh my god!" you moaned, as pressure built in your belly and his cock stretched you so well "Right there Javi, right there" you whimpered "Please-"

"come for me baby" he urges "Give me all you've got"

And just like that, you did, your back and neck arched from the bed as you let out what could only be described as an animalistic moan.

Javier forced himself not to blink so as not to miss a second of the artwork occurring beneath him.

He was so distracted by your beauty in fact, that he didn't remember to pull out, and it was only after you opened your eyes that he realized.

"oh shit" he whispered, worry taking over his face.

You smiled, still blissful "Don't worry" you reassured him, reaching your hand to stroke his cheek.

You moved some sweaty hair out of his face, and he did the same, a joyful smile finding its way on both your faces.

"You're incredible baby" he kissed you much more gently now

"you're not so bad yourself agent" you teased, giving him another quick peck before he halfheartedly pulled out and collapsed beside you.

His hand reached on the nightstand for his cigarettes, and he lighted one as his other arm wrapped around you to keep you close.

You rested your head on his chest as he took a drag before he offered it to you.

You accepted, inhaling and exhaling slowly before returning the cigarette.

You raised your head to look at him better

"so what's going on?"

He hesitated before returning your look "Things are messed up right now" he answered vaguely

"aren't they always?"

"yeah" a cloud of smoke escaped his mouth again "but now ever more"

"mh" you hummed, contemplating "I'm sorry" you kissed his peck "I'm sure everything will be alright though, you're Javier Peña after all"

He chuckled drily at that " 'm not sure that's a good thing right now"

A small smirk tugged at your lips all of a sudden as a question came to you "If things are so messed up right now, you think it's a good idea to be here?"

"they can wait"

you snorted "Pablo Escobar can wait?"

"for you? " he said "The whole world can wait for you"

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My thoughts on the Bryce, Azriel and Nesta HOFAS bonus chapter...

Disclaimer: as suggested by the title, the following discusses the Walmart HOFAS bonus chapter featuring Azriel, Bryce and Nesta. I haven't read the main text, so it won't feature anything related to that, but there are massive Maasverse and HOFAS spoilers ahead regardless. Please beware.

These are just my initial thoughts, not expanded upon in any substantial way and, as usual, I could always be way off the mark.

Also, yes, fair warning that I'll be mentioning the ACOTAR characters a lot. If that's not your jam, and you'd rather avoid any of the possible implications of the crossover, then I'd give this post a miss. On the other hand, if you're interested in how CC/HOFAS may affect Prythian going forward, please read on.

Music:

The Stone Mother song has me 👀 especially as the stone and water were "talking" at the start.

@cassianfanclub and @wingedblooms have already posted about the Stone Mother (here and here); @ladynightcourt3 has found the Phrygian goddess Cybele, also known as the "Mountain Mother," who sounds very relevant.

That being said, am I crazy to think Elain could have been listening in? Is Azriel stone and Elain water? His stone siphons - which Elain called beautiful, did she hear their song, as kin? - and Elain possibly as water? Was she using salt water to boost her powers, or a reflection pool to scry, and keep tabs on her sister and friend?

Or is it the space between linking worlds? Are the old gods talking?

Alternatively, could stone be referring to Nuala and Cerridwen, who are capable of manifesting stone around themselves and others (ACOTAR).

Is this what SJM meant when she said we'd see Elain in "some form" in the next book?

@psychee92 said she wished that SJM had somehow included Mr Brightside, and now I wish the same; even a mention of indie rock. 😭

Josie and Laurel - "He/god will add/increase" "(laurel) trees/victory"? Elain? Lol sorry, but it's either giving gardener, or Elain killing Hybern.

Wraith-like harmonies? After the description of Josie and Laurel's voices? It's crack, but is it a metaphor for Nuala and Cerridwen?

The musical similarities between what Juniper dances to and Prythian's music?!

Azriel's humming/singing made the shadows dance, once more suggesting that shadows dancing is a response to power, not mate bonds

The music Az liked was death metal. Could this link to any sort of metal artefact, like an iron crown for grounding? Or wyrdstone jewellery?

The glass coffin?

"Nineteenth century literature presents the glass coffin as a prison within which sleeping women are frequently mistaken for dead or vice versa." (Source). It's giving Sleeping Beauty (credit to @elriell for the OG SB theory), and a little Snow White.

Check out this tale from The Brothers Grimm, which sounds... suspiciously relevant to Elain.

@cassianfanclub also suggested that it's giving necromancer vibes, and I'd love that for Elain.

Feyre once said she could sleep for a hundred years after coming back from the Prison, right before going to the Hewn City in ACOWAR. After Elain had left the room, and before Feyre went to check in on her to find her "asleep—breathing."

Let's not forget Elain's assistance in rescuing the human COTB, Briar, from Hybern's camp.

Will Elain prick herself while weaving?

I was tired enough that I could barely summon the breath to ask, “Do you think the Cauldron made her insane?” “I think she went through something terrible,” Lucien countered carefully. “And it wouldn’t hurt to have your best healer do a thorough examination.” I rubbed my hand over my face. “All right.” My breath snagged on the words. “Tomorrow morning.” I managed a shallow nod, rallying my strength to rise from the chair. Heavy—there was an old heaviness in me. Like I could sleep for a hundred years and it wouldn’t be enough. “Please tell me,” Lucien said when I crossed the threshold into the foyer. “What the healer says. And if—if you need me for anything.” I gave him one final nod, speech suddenly beyond me. I knew Nesta still wasn’t asleep as I walked past her room. Knew she’d heard every word of our conversation thanks to that Fae hearing. And I knew she heard as I listened at Elain’s door, knocked once, and poked my head in to find her asleep—breathing. - ACOWAR, chapter 27

Azriel specifically said Nesta "beheaded" Hybern, after looking down at Truth-Teller.

This is not Azriel giving Nesta credit for the assassination. If anything he's hiding Elain's involvement.

I've said before, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who has done so, but I would expect Azriel to protect his LI with silence, whoever they are.

He had to have been thinking about Elain, who I've theorised could now/soon be known as "The Shadowsinger's Knife" after she became the "knife in the dark" in Azriel's place at the end of ACOWAR.

The young girl sitting on the mushroom:

I'm still looking into the carving of the young girl sitting on the toadstool with the hound sprawled on the ground beside her, as I find it really interesting. My initial thought was that it seemed like a convenient place to drop a mention of a garden-like fairy carving with a hound right after Bryce had quizzed Azriel about his hypothetical mate, or lack thereof (Elain being both heavily associated with plant life, thanks to her "little garden," as well as dogs, after Nesta called her one in ACOSF).

I also wonder if it has anything to do with the Czech tale that amanita muscaria - while psychoactive/toxic - are said to protect from lightning and other ill fortune. If this is correct, it reminds me a little of the markings - wyrdmarks - on the Archeron cottage.

I don't know where Bryce and co were walking, as I have only read this bonus chapter and the prologue, but given it was carved on an underground wall, and I suspect that there are underground portals in at least the Hewn City and the Prison, and maybe the waterways... could it have been for protection against the invading lightning Asteri? Or did the Asteri (Daglan?) put them there to protect against Thunderbirds, or whatever Hunt is?

Miscellany

Maybe Bryce hadn't been sent there by Urd? Who then? Was @silverlinedeyes right all along?

The mention of pleasure halls seems like a call back to Azriel's bonus chapter, but it's also likely that they aren't all brothels (see Rita's).

Azriel listening closely about Nesta now liking being Fae; he could extrapolate her responses to Elain. Maybe she's no longer miserable, and in need of their pity. And maybe she's changed her mind from ACOFAS, when she said to Feyre "I don't want a mate, I don't want a male."

Azriel said "no" to whether or not he has a mate rather quickly. Hmm... the shadowsinger doth protest too much?

It's also potentially important that Nesta said "yes, WE are" curious about Azriel's mate status. Her, Azriel and most of the fandom! 😂

"Okay, okay," Bryce said. "But it'd be cool to know something about your world. Or about you." They were both silent. Bryce asked Nesta, "You have a mate, right?" She nodded to Azriel. "Do you?" "No." Azriel said quickly, flatly. "A partner or spouse?" "No." Bryce sighed. "Okay, then." Azriel's wings twitched. "You're incurably nosy." "I think that's the nicest thing you've said about me." Bryce winked at him. "Look, I just... I'm curious. Aren't you?" Azriel didn't answer, but Nesta said, "Yes. We are." - HOFAS, Bryce, Azriel and Nesta bonus chapter

All in all, while there were no overt mentions of Elain - and really, why would SJM do that in a series that wasn't Elain's own - imo we got the Elain-shaped holes in the text that I was hoping for, and I can't wait to see if there are any more in the full book.

#hofas spoilers #hofas bonus chapter #bryce azriel nesta bonus chapter #crescent city spoilers #hofas #hosab spoilers #acotar cc tog crossover theory #bryce quinlan #azriel shadowsinger #nesta archeron #elain archeron

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bigger than the whole sky

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word count: 5,438

Warnings: Angst, unspecified legal age gap. This is pretty much about Natasha being mourned over and remembered as she deserves. What better day to post than on her birthday?

On December 3rd, you recalled all the wonderful memories you had created with your partner.

June 18th, 2019

Half of humanity was gone.

Each day, you woke up to a world where the sun shone as brightly as ever, permitting the shadow of loss to darken every corner of the souls of the survivors of the Thanos blip. The familiar warmth faded, replaced by only a deep melancholy at the memory of what everyday life used to be. In the blink of an eye, your loved ones vanished, leaving you with the agony of their absence.

You were lost and desolate. You longed deeply to experience just a glimpse of everything you once took for granted, like calling your mother after a long day, hearing the murmurs of people at the coffee shop, or receiving a funny video from your best friend. Just something...

But nothing.

Word of mouth, you heard about a support group that Steve Rogers was leading. The world had become so vast, that breathing the same air as Captain America, with the Black Widow at your side, was no longer an unthinkable madness that would happen only in the most delusional mind. It was a reality.

There you were, realizing that you also had something in common with heroes of international stature. When they weren't all over the news, fighting right-handed in their intimidating suits, they were simply human beings who also wanted to be heard from time to time. They too had a right to break down.

"I..." you looked up, once it was your turn to speak. All eyes were looking at you expectantly, and Natasha Romanoff's eyes on you made your task more difficult. "Well, the barista at the coffee shop I go to informed me about this, uhm.... I'm (Y/N)."

"Hi, (Y/N)," those present responded in unison. The raspy voice of the woman next to you somehow resonated more in your ears than any other. What a woman. Not for nothing had you become interested in the news, only to see her fight so bravely. You always considered her a beautiful woman, and above all, a powerful one.

The only three friends you had always teased you about your crush on the Black Widow. And this alone made you feel worse. They would have loved to see you all flushed and nervous like you were at that moment.

"I remember hating crowds. People rushing around at all hours, often pushing and shoving," you began, looking down at the ground as you fiddled with your hands. "I hated the voices. Sometimes it was so loud that, between them all, they sounded like a swarm of angry bees," some had the strength to only half-smile at your silly analogy, others were unfazed.

Natasha's resilience turned out to be greater than you imagined, she demonstrated it on multiple occasions, but you experienced it live and in full color when she specifically let out a distinguished laugh. It echoed throughout the room, you could hear it loud and clear.

"I know, it was annoying." you said softly, directing your first words specifically towards the redhead, who by the way had a bit of blonde on the ends of her hair, indicating that the dye was fading. It looked beautiful on her. "Anyway," you redirected your attention to the others again. "I know a lot of people here hated that noise. We'd put on headphones so we didn't have to listen to anyone," you continued, and earned a nod of agreement from everyone present. "Well, now, I put my headphones on and play audio of people talking. I never thought I'd miss this, or that I'd miss being constantly pushed around, the voice of an annoying customer I have to deal with at work. Besides, everything is slowing down, nobody lives in a hurry anymore, and... well, I think you understand," you let out a nervous chuckle. You had no intention of rambling on too much about it, or you were never going to stop.

"Thanks for sharing," Steve said, giving you a small smile, that smile where he pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows.

Once the meeting was over, you let out a small sigh, grabbed your stuff and headed for the exit.

A voice stopped you as you stood on the other side of the door, causing you to turn and meet again those green eyes that looked so much more beautiful in person. Neither magazine pictures nor news cameras could capture that wonderful pair.

"I just wanted to ask you, if it's not too invasive," she spoke, as soon as you turned around. "Do you have anyone to talk to? Outside of this group, I mean."

"Anyone close? No," you answered honestly. It was the truth. Being highly selective had its consequences, as you were unlucky enough to lose your very few close loved ones; your three best friends, your mother, your aunt and your grandfather. Some family members, previous friends and even exes with whom you cut ties tried to reconnect, but the phrase 'better alone than in bad company' never applied better than in this case. "But if you're talking in general terms, even the person in line at the supermarket can be your confidant and support. You can imagine what it's like."

"I know," she agreed, and thought for a moment before adding, "In supermarkets, products expire before anyone buys them, but it's a good thing, it's an excuse to buy more snacks so they don't go to waste."

You let out a laugh. A full, genuine laugh, and wow... it was the first time in the last year that someone had made you laugh like that. It was a silly joke, yes, but in the midst of so much monotony, the spontaneity was a gift she gave you.

December 3rd, 2023

"You were in fact the only person who made me laugh," you barely managed to formulate the last words before you burst into tears for the fifth time.

Natasha would be turning 39. You both knew that aging was anything but a bad thing, yet she enjoyed ironically saying that she was getting old, even if it was far from the truth. She had no childhood, no adolescence. The concept of old age seemed the most comforting to her.

You forced yourself to take a deep breath, and to swallow your tears. You were talking to a piece of marble with her name carved on it, and you knew that meters underneath there wasn't even a body to mourn over, but you had to let it all out one way or another.

"Happy 39th birthday, my love," you whispered, smiling faintly. "I guess your wish came true. You stayed 38 forever."

December 3rd, 2020

"Oh, my wish is to stay 36 forever!" Natasha exclaimed, with a broad smile, and then blew out the candles on the mini cake you had bought her.

You laughed along with her.

Laughing seemed impossible until she showed up a year and a half ago in your life at that support group. Now laughing seemed as easy as breathing.

You wondered if, somehow, you would have met Natasha. She was a very famous woman, unattainable to everyone including you. The possibility of having lived a life without her terrified you, so much so that it was the first time you were actually grateful that the blip had happened, because it made it possible for her to be sitting on the couch next to you, spending her birthday morning with you after making her her favorite breakfast.

"Oh, come on, Nat," you laughed, as you placed the cake on the coffee table, and started pouring the wine. "You age like this fine wine. I imagine how divine you'll look in your 40s, in your 50s... don't take that away from me," you spoke seriously, as if the candles really did have the power to fulfill her wishes.

She laughed loudly, and took the glass of wine you gave her, "38 is the most I'm willing to age. It is my final offer."

You rolled your eyes playfully, and raised your glass, "Very well. To your penultimate year of aging. Cheers!"

The rest of the morning, and part of the afternoon was spent lazying on the couch, marathoning romantic comedies from the 90s and early 2000s.

Until the clock struck 5:00 p.m., it was one hour before Natasha's adoptive parents arrived, and the nervousness was starting to hit you.

"My love, it's time to get off the couch and get ready," you spoke, pausing the Julia Roberts movie 'Eat, Pray, Love'.

"Ughhhh!" She protested, covering herself up to her head with the blanket resting on top of you both. Said blanket was perhaps twice the size of the two of you, and perhaps three times as heavy. It was the best weapon against the December cold.

"Nat, I don't want your parents to find us in penguin pajamas and ugly sweaters," you laughed, shaking her gently. "I want to make a good first impression. Come on!"

"You're overthinking," she replied, resting her head in your lap, under the blanket. "They won't mind your outfit, and believe me, they'll love you."

You sighed lightly.

"I hope so," you replied, scratching her hair with your fingertips. "I'm much younger than you, and I don't want them to think I'm immature, or..."

"Alexei still insists on wearing his superhero costume, even though it looks tiny on him," Natasha interrupted you, before your head wandered. "Maturity is something that doesn't exist in my family, you take it easy."

You laughed a little, and that little anecdote was enough to give you significant relief. If Natasha said you'd be fine, then it was true.

The redhead was somewhat reserved when it came to her family.

You understood that she wanted to be sure that it was going to be something long and meaningful before she let you into that sacred side of her life, so it wasn't a year and a half after you met her that you finally would get to know the famous Melina and Alexei. You felt more than privileged to know that your relationship with her had already reached that point.

She also always mentioned her little sister Yelena, whom she had lost to the blip. You wished you could have met that other brave soul who destroyed Dreykov and his entire twisted organization, saving thousands of girls and women around the world.

"Well..." she said, suddenly getting up from your lap, as she pulled back the blanket. Afterwards, she planted a quick kiss on your lips. "I need a few minutes to mentally prepare myself and get out of here. Get in the shower and then I'll join you."

Within forty-five minutes, both of you were fully dressed and ready to welcome Melina and Alexei to Natasha's apartment.

The table was set with a white tablecloth, four plates with their respective cutlery and glasses. In the middle was the previously started wine and a bottle of soda that was a little wet, as it had just been taken out of the fridge five minutes before. The older woman's parents would bring takeout dinner and cake, so the table was ready just to serve the food and eat.

Punctually, at 6:00 p.m., you heard the doorbell ring.

You took a deep breath, and together with Natasha, you headed for the door.

Naturally, she was the first to greet them and pull them into a heartwarming embrace, which was somewhat clumsy because it was obstaclized by the bags of food in Melina's hands and the box of cake in Alexei's right arm. You stood there, watching the scene feeling both tenderness and nervousness, because your girlfriend's parents were finally standing in front of you.

The redhead took the cake and a bag of food, and with her head pointed in your direction, "This is (Y/N), (Y/N), this is Melina and Alexei."

With a gentle smile, you waved at them, "It's very nice to meet you, Miss Vostokoff, and Mister Shostakov."

"Oh, let's drop the formalities, c'mere!" Alexei exclaimed, and held out his arms to wrap you in a tight embrace.

You let out a giggle, and accepted his offer. He squeezed you and you let out a playful groan of complaint. Melina, laughing as you did, hugged you once the man released you, however, she was gentler and briefer, concluding it with a rub on your back.

"Please call us by our names," she spoke. "Natasha has talked so much about you that you're not even a stranger. So we don't want to be strangers to you either."

You looked at Natasha, and she smiled broadly, having also enjoyed the scene at your first meeting with her parents.

"Very well," you chuckled. "Please, let me help you with this," you offered, pointing to the single bag she was carrying.

"Oh, thank you," she agreed, passing you the bag.

You and Natasha placed the two bags on the table, and the cake on the kitchen counter.

"Beer?" Natasha offered to Alexei.

"Oh, please!" he exclaimed, sitting down on one of the chairs next to Melina. Across from both of them, Natasha and you would sit.

You heard the sound of two bottles being uncorked, and Natasha was the last to join the table, handing one bottle to Alexei and both of them toasting and then taking a big sip.

The dinner went wonderfully.

Natasha was right, her parents were easy-going and funny, each in their own way. Alexei always had a joke on the tip of his tongue, and Melina, though calmer than him, laughed lightly and added to the joke just to make you all laugh. At the end of the evening, when they bid their fond farewells, you completely forgot how nervous you felt a few hours earlier. They were enchanted with you and the feeling was mutual.

A small meow was heard about a minute after Natasha's parents left, and she stepped forward, opening the window to reveal the black cat sitting on the stairs. Liho always wandered around her building, but Natasha's floor was her favorite due to the redhead always giving her food and treats. She was a very easy cat to love, and it didn't take long for her to grow on Natasha, so she was unofficially adopted by her.

"Sorry, Liho," she said, caressing behind her ears. "You were late. There will be no food for the unpunctual."

"Hey, don't be mean," you teased, reaching up to stroke the cat's cheek. She happily bowed her head, receiving your affection.

"I'm kidding," she let out a giggle, and headed for the kitchen. From there, she pulled out one of the cans of cat tuna she always bought for the feline. Once she placed it in a plate on the floor, the cat ran in her direction and didn't hesitate to devour the dish, making you both laugh. "Oh, thank you so much for coming to visit me for my birthday, little one. You're adorable."

You walked in Natasha's direction, and wrapped your arms around her waist. One thing you loved about her was that, no matter by what kind of physical contact you manifested your love for her, the older woman always seemed to melt at your touch.

"Stay another night," she whispered, entwining your hands in hers and then kissing them.

It was the fifth night in a row she had said that to you. No problem, though, it wasn't the first time it had happened, so you prepared yourself beforehand and packed more clothes to stay with her as long as you both wanted.

"Yes, I have another change of clothes..." you replied. "I think at this point, I'll have more clothes here than at home."

She turned to meet your gaze, and glanced at your lips briefly to lean in and kiss you gently. You, likewise, melted at any action of your girlfriend, and the taste of her lips never failed to delight you immensely.

"Move in with me," she was quick to say, resting her forehead against yours. "Let's find a nice house, let's officially adopt Liho, hell, let's adopt a kid when we're ready. I want everything with you."

December 3rd, 2023

"Did you enjoy your time with Grandma Melina?" You asked the little girl walking beside you in the direction of the car.

"Very much! She taught me some fighting techniques, and then we tried them on Grandpa Alexei," she replied, and you laughed at her statement. "He went down like a sack of potatoes."

Alissa Grace Romanoff.

A girl you and Natasha adopted when she was four years old. Now, at six, you were increasingly amazed at how smart, strong and determined she was, showing an interest in being like her mother but also possessing an artistic sensitive side.

"Did you leave my drawing with mom?" She asked, once you placed her in the back seat of the car and buckled her in.

The little girl remembered Natasha fondly, and longed for her with all her heart. Fortunately, she was at an age where she was more likely to remember more, and you would keep her memory alive in her mind.

You and Natasha worked hard to give her the best memories, so that her childhood was something she looked back on with fondness and happiness, unlike your girlfriend, who couldn't do the same and always avoided to think in the slighest about the matter.

"Of course I did, I left her your drawing and the beautiful flowers you suggested," you confirmed, kissing her small forehead and then heading to the driver's seat.

You needed some time alone in the cemetery every time you visited your girlfriend, even more so on this day. On the one visit where you took your daughter, you broke down to such an extent that she ended up crying a lot more than she initially was.

Knowing that holding back wasn't the best way to go, you preferred to go alone and vent properly. It hadn't even been two months since October 16th, so there were still times when you cried to the point where you couldn't get up from the floor. And when you finally did, your eyes were so swollen that you had to go home and wash your face so that they would look better so as not to worry the little girl.

Melina and Alexei insisted that you visit Natasha first, and as always, they were more than happy to spend time with their granddaughter. Since you got up early, knowing that you would take your sweet time, you returned early as well, so that they would also have their space on this day to visit their beloved daughter.

The day passed quietly.

You bought some lunch, and both of you ate while watching 'Tangled' for the thousandth time, but this movie ended up being background noise, as your daughter continued to tell you about how Merlina did her combat technique demonstrations and Alexei was the 'brave volunteer' who would attack her, even if he wasn't volunteering or brave at all.

At 5 p.m., you sat next to Alissa at the coffee table in the living room, and opened her maths book. She had an assignment to complete a page of two-digit addition problems, and although it was due on Friday, she was always allowed to do it on Sunday afternoons.

You preferred her to do it as soon as possible so she could spent the whole weekend freely with no pending homework, but well, the habit of leaving it until last minute stuck with you because Natasha was a little bit of a softie.

October 30th, 2022

You heard the loud sound of falling metal, causing you to startle and wake up in alarm.

Natasha was not in your bed, and that increased your concern. Maybe it was a thief, a spy, an enemy of Natasha's who broke into the house...

But when you ran to see the source of the sound, you found Natasha in the kitchen, and Alissa sitting at the counter. They both looked in your direction, and smiled innocently.

"We didn't mean to wake you, detka," Natasha spoke, and you noticed the silver bowl in the dishwasher, the one that previously fell and woke you up, nearly giving you a heart attack.

"Oh, what's wrong?" You asked, your eyes half open. The clock on the microwave read one in the morning.

"I went to get a glass of water, and mom was reading in the living room," Alissa explained. "I couldn't sleep, and neither could she."

"So we made Halloween-themed cupcakes," Natasha concluded, pointing with her head towards the oven, whose dim light gave you a view of the cupcakes baking inside it.

You laughed at Natasha's solution, and were deeply touched as well. Any other parent would have made their kid a glass of milk, read a story, or accompanied their child until they fell back asleep, but your girlfriend decided to keep her awake and make Halloween cupcakes.

"I suppose you'll write a note saying that Alissa won't be going to school," you deduced, knowing the redhead very well.

She nodded.

Your daughter didn't even have to pretend to be sick to miss school, she just had to say she didn't want to go and Natasha would melt at her puppy eyes and let her stay home. As much as you hated to be the boring one, you had to set certain boundaries, however, your efficient communication with both of them always led to an agreement without making you look like the bad one. So, if Alissa went to school, on the way home you would stop for ice cream or go to the park.

But of course, this was an occasion where there was no choice but to agree to skip school, otherwise Alissa would be sleepy all day.

"All right, let's start working on the toppings, shall we?" You said with a wide smile.

December 3rd, 2023

"These crayons that Aunt Yelena gave me have very good pigmentation," Alissa commented, as she ran the brownish-red crayon over the white sheet of paper.

You laughed at the use of words. Somehow, she always managed to learn new words and use them appropriately. Little things you noticed and loved about your daughter.

"Oh, the 500 color box she brought from her last mission's trip? What are you drawing?" You asked, looking up from your book to pay attention to her. However, she was quick to cover her work with her arms.

"You can see when I'm done," she established.

Whenever she did the tedious math homework, Alissa redirected her attention to her drawings. She always knew that after working hard, she deserved to do something she enjoyed afterwards. No one told her, she just knew it was the right thing to do, and you were going to fight to death with anyone who dared make her believe otherwise.

Yelena could be considered the world-traveling aunt, except for the fact that it wasn't for fun and more for the purposes of freeing brainwashed Black Widows.

And when she was in town, your daughter would always come back with her sugar at 110% because her Aunt Yelena spoiled her with exaggerated doses of sweets, after taking her to the amusement park or the movies. You had difficulty putting her to sleep, because it was 9 p.m. and Alissa kept running around the house even though you begged her in every possible way that it was time to go to sleep.

So, while she was at the coffee table drawing, you were on the couch with Liho lounging in the other single recliner, taking her fifth nap of the day. The little black cat was no exception when it came to missing Natasha, constantly climbing on the bed on the side that used to be where she slept, meowing as if she was wondering where that nice redhead she used to visit in her apartment had gone.

Cats were transcendental beings, and you wondered if during her naps, she really did have astral travels where she could meet your girlfriend without worrying about the planes of existence that she could easily visit with zero effort.

You had your legs covered by the same blanket that once also kept your girlfriend warm on these cold days, and how she used to sneak under it to lie on your lap or to tease you by placing her cold hands under your shirt.

"I'm done," Alissa said after a few minutes. "It's mom."

You took the drawing delicately, as if it were a work that required the touch of cautious hands only, almost as if a very abrupt movement would fade the work captured on paper.

You watched carefully.

It was Natasha, but she did not have her reddish hair with blonde ends as your daughter had known her, but was from years ago, and you wondered if the girl had come across more pictures besides the ones hanging on the wall.

"Ah, here she has long curly hair. You portrayed her beautifully, honey," you complimented her, a nostalgic smile plastered on your face. "There was a time when her hair was like that, actually."

"I know," she admitted. "Mom told me she was just working for S.H.I.E.L.D back then and that's how she met Iron Man, pretending to be Natalie Rushman, a new assistant. That was the start of this whole Avengers adventure."

"Oh, yes..." you let out a chuckle. "Who told you that? Aunt Yelena?"

"No, mom told me."

"Ah, mom told you... when?"

"Last night, last night I dreamed about her," Alissa replied, so casually that it seemed to surprise her no longer. At first, she woke up crying, saying she hated the reality, and wished it wasn't a dream. However, over the days she began to relate it as if it were a regular occurrence. "We were in my room, and she saw my drawing wall. She asked me to draw her this way too, because she misses her long hair," she added. "Oh, and she also told me that birthday candles actually grant wishes. Because she once wished she was 36 forever, but she negotiated with you and it ended up being 38."

You tensed your jaw, and you mewed all the way in while making a superhuman effort not to burst into tears right there.

You had these recurring dreams of Natasha, mostly where she would tell you how proud she was of how you kept going for yourself and your daughter every day. In another, which was the day you met Yelena, the same night, you dreamed she asked you about how you liked her. In all the dreams she told you that she loved you and Alissa, and that sooner or later, she would find a way to get back to you.

"I'll find a way back," she said. "In the meantime, remember that love transcends time and space. We love each other, that's all we need to stay together more than ever."

Your daughter had similar dreams, with the difference being that many of them were just about the two of them spending time together like they used to.

You knew that Natasha healed her inner child through activities with Alissa. She might have looked mature and tough on the outside, but on the inside, she loved spending time with her little girl and at the same time giving the little Natasha living inside her all those experiences she was deprived of.

You thought you were going crazy and delusional, and that these dreams were just your subconscious going to great lengths to offer comfort and protect you and Alissa from pain.

But, it was not possible for Alissa to know that, as it happened long before she was adopted. That little anecdote you never mentioned it to a single soul, and neither did Natasha, otherwise it would have been brought up long before. Besides, your daughter wasn't a liar. And there was no way for her to know this.

There was just no way for her to know.

"You know, mom told me that, as long as we love her, she can transcend space and time, and be here, even if it's not on the physical plane like we are," you spoke finally, your voice failing to sound steady. Still, you didn't try harder. Natasha taught you in that support group when you first met her that even the strongest heroes had a right to break.

"Like she does when she visits me," Alissa concluded, smiling excitedly. "I know it's not my head or my imagination. I know it's her."

March 2nd, 2023

"I know it's you, mom!"

"No, who's your mom? I'm Rapunzel," Natasha said, in a high-pitched voice, far from her raspy tone.

She looked adorable in that blonde wig that came down to her heels, the purple dress and the makeup you did before your daughter arrived at the park where she would be having her very first surprise birthday party. Natasha insisted on dressing up instead of hiring an impersonator, because that way it would be more special and a nicer memory that her daughter would look back on in a few years.

"And I am, Flynn Ryder!" Steve came out from behind a tree, with his hair styled like said character, and a costume that also closely resembled, he even had that cross-body bag around his torso.

"That is you, Uncle Steve," she paused. "Oh, but I don't need a princess when my mom is a hero!" The little girl ran from her seat, and hugged Natasha's legs, who with a pout and teary eyes, lifted her off the floor and hugged her tightly.

That scene caused your eyes to glaze over as well, and as you looked around at everyone present, you realized you weren't the only one.

Steve, Clint, Melina, Alexei... everyone was touched. Everyone close to Natasha knew very well what it meant to her to have been given the opportunity to be a mother despite her past and unavailability to get pregnant, and watching the amazing job she was doing would warm up even the coldest heart.

"Hey! What about me?" Steve exclaimed, feigning offense at Alissa's exclusion.

"You too!" The little girl extended her arm in his direction, inviting him to join in the embrace.

Natasha then extended her free arm in your direction, and you didn't know how or at what point, but suddenly everyone present was enveloped in a group hug. Even Alexei ended up joining despite his previous rivalry with Steve. It was something everyone definitely needed.

"Okay, darling, let's pretend you don't know it's us and let us perform the act we prepared," Natasha spoke, and the little girl laughed at the silly impression of Rapunzel and Flynn Ryder your girlfriend and Steve had prepared for this special ocassion.

December 3rd, 2023

"We will be here when you come back, my love," you whispered with your forehead leaning against Natasha's, after pulling stay from a passionate kiss.

"Don't worry yourself. Clint and I will go to another planet, collect one of the Infinity Stones and be back in literally a minute," was the last sentence Natasha directed towards you, very confident that those words would be the truth.

"Damn you, Natalia!" You exclaimed, throwing your phone towards the floor of your room, so hard that you wouldn't be surprised if it broke.

It wasn't the best idea to end this day looking at old pictures; of your first dates with Natasha, of when you moved in together with Liho, and of the day you adopted Alissa, among thousands of other memories frozen through photograph.

You were drowning in your own tears again like every night, after Alissa was already sound asleep in her room to hear you.

It was a routine where you fell asleep after draining it all away, so you would have the strength to face another day without her.

You missed her caresses, her kisses, hearing her laugh, her jokes and her raspy voice in the mornings.

All physical aspects that ultimately were a form in which her eternal essence manifested itself, but you knew now more than ever that you were only used to her physical form, but that her essence would live on until the end of time.

Until she would return to us again.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #black widow x reader #marvel #mcu #end game #natasha romanoff x you #scarlett johansson

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Summary: Drew was on Vacation with his family. But now he is home earlier than expected.

Warnings: None just Fluff

A/n: That's my first post but I hope you like it. Please don't mind the mistakes, english isn't my mother-language

It is weekend. You are alone in your apartment. You listen to Lana Del Rey ~ Yes to heaven. You dance infront of your large window. While you dance you enjoy the beautiful view. It's dark outside. It's been about half an hour since the sun went down behind the houses. You kind of miss Drew (like always when he's not around). The last time you spoke on the phone was two days ago. He is in Rome with his family at the moment. You couldn't come with him because of your job. At first you were sad that you couldn't come but now you're just looking forward to see him again. He should come in one week. And you are very excited. You've planned to go on a date with him as soon as he's back. You have planned a nice picnic with a spot where you can see the stars perfectly. Usually he's always planning dates (which are always great of course) but now you wanted to surprise him! So you're dancing infront of the window... you feeling hungry but you want to listen to the song first. "Say yes to heaven... say yes to me" you sing along loudly. You spin and just enjoy the moment. "Beautiful like always" you hear a voice behind you...but before you can scream you recognize the voice. "Drew" you yell happily as you turn around and run into his arms. "Hey darling" he says and laughs. He's holding you tight and you're just so happy to be in his arms again. Then you let go of him and look into his eyes. You are confused. "Why are you back again you shouldn't be back until next week"?! you ask. "Tbh...I couldn't take it anymore without you, not even another week! You smile. "Whatever I'm so happy to have you back" he said. "And guess what" he continues talking while raising his hand, holding a bag that's little too familiar to you. "Really???" you ask excited "you drove halfway across town for my favorite meal?" you continue. "I would Do anything for you" he answer. you ask: "Anything?".... "Anything!" he answer. You start blushing. He smiles and gives you a gentle kiss. _You hear the phone ringing_ "You answer the phone and I'll get the table ready for dinner" Drew says. "Ok, Love" you answer. You go to the phone and answer the call. "Hello?" you ask. "Oh hello dear this is Drew's mom". "Ah hello Jodi, what's up? Is everything Okay?" you ask. "Yes everythings good I just wanted to ask if Drew got home safely" "Yeah he is here and everything is fine" you answer. "Is he better now?" Jodi ask. "What do you mean was anything going on while on vacation?". "Didn't he tell you why he came home?"she sounds like she's surprised. "Uhm...he just said that he came because he couldn't stand being without me any longer. But it sounded like he was joking" you answer confused. "Oh he was a pretty much understated!" she said. "What do you mean?" now you're really curious. "Well, he was so quiet and absent the whole time from the beginning of the holiday. He didn't really leave the room and when he did he hardly said a word! One day his brother Logan asked him what he was thinking about all the time. He only replied that he has to think about you all the time and what you are probably doing now so alone. He also replied that he wished you were with him. We just noticed that he is not happy. But we knew exactly how he would be happy again. So we told him yesterday that we booked him a flight back home to you. When we told him that, it was the first time we'd seen him laugh so genuinely since the holiday started". "Woah" is the only thing you answer because you are speechless. "Well I have to hang up now but believe me Drew has never loved anyone like you".

_she hangs up_ You are shocked. But somehow you're happy too. You rush into the kitchen, where Drew is just putting the food on the plates. You go to him and hug him from behind. You hold him tight and don't let him go. "What is the hug for? I don't want to take notice, but..." he asks laughing. "Oh... I just realized how much I missed you!" you answer. "Ah that's a good reason" he said while smiling. "And..." You continue. "Yes?" he asks. "I love you so much Drew Starkey. I love you so so so much!" You see him blush."I love you even more, Y/N Starkey."You have to smile because he called you Starkey. You're not married yet but you already love it! " yk what?" you ask "Next time I'll come with you on vacation" you continue. "Really?" he starts smiling "Yep, everything for you Love" you say. Suddenly he goes to his cell phone and turns on "Yes to heaven." He takes your hand and pulls you close. He puts his hand on your hip and starts dancing to the song with you. " Y/N?" he asks quietly "Yes babe?" you ask. "You are the Love of my Life" you don't know what to say and just lean on him. "I can only tell you the same thing, my Love". You can feel him smile. There you are, dancing together again in your apartment. You could dance forever with Drew, the man of your dreams!

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rinrinx2 · 1 year

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Part two of rim and s/o taking care of their son and introducing him to bonten members and him following his mom like a baby chick

Thank tou an happy holidays

Hope you like it ♡

Bento Box Delivery

Rindou x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Slice of life, Bonten Bribing, language.

Rindou and Renzo Masterlist

"Why we visiting daddy" Renzo blubbered out while his hand squeezed down a little bit tighter onto yours as the two of you quietly stood in the elevator.

"Because his been so busy lately. Don't you think it's a nice idea to bring him lunch when his so busy" you answered looking down at Renzo with a soft gaze.

Renzo starred back at you nodding with in agreement with a small smile beginning to stretch across his chubby features.

Renzo was now three, his was finally able to talk in full sentences even if they missed a few words you were still able to decipher what he was saying.

Your little son was growing up so fast, and with every mile stone you passed with him you'd hope to teach many important values along the way.

Today you had decided to teach him to care for the well being of others and what better way then having him bring lunch to his overworked father.

"You ready?" You asked as the elevator came to a stop.

Renzo gave a firm nod as he let go of your hand and stepped out of the elevator with you following behind.

You watched as your son strode with confidence down the empty corridor halls.

Not quiet sure of where he was walking towards, or at what door to stop at but he still walked with his head held high as if he had walked down these corridors numerous times before.

"Stop at the next door, Renzo" you quietly called out.

Renzo came to a quick stop, when the next door appeared.

When you reached the door you dropped down to Renzo's level, handing him over the bento box you had prepared.

"This is daddy's office you'll give him his bento box" you said looking into Renzo's eyes that quickly fell down to look at the bento box in his hands.

He starred down at the box for a moment before looking but up at you with a gapped tooth smile.

"Okay mommy" Renzo said cheerfully.

You ruffled the small boys hair as you began to stand to your full height, gently pushing the office door open.

There Rindou sat at his desk, hunched over starring down at paperwork, not noticing your appearance and least of all Renzo's.

Renzo quickly put on his confident persona as he waddled over to where Rindou sat unaware.

"Delivery!" Renzo said as he held up the bento box over his head.

You giggled hearing the small boys words, how he heard learnt the to say delivery was beyond you but you still found it so cute.

Rindou's attention quickly snapped away from the his paperwork at the sound of Renzo's voice, now looking down at the little boy.

"Oh wow! Delivery for me?" Rindou faked a gasp as he took the bento box from Renzo's hands and placed it on his desk.

"How will I ever pay for this?" Rindou asked as he picked Renzo up and placed him on his lap.

"I have no money, will tickles do"

But before Renzo could reply Rindou already began to tickle the young boy.

Renzo's laugh filled the whole of Rindou's office.

"We thought we'd bring you lunch" you said as he now stood by Rindou's desk.

"Mommy said it's important we look after you Daddy or you die" Renzo said dramatically emphasizing the word die, causing Rindou to laugh.

"You're right I will die if you don't look after me Renzo. Thank you" Rindou said placing a kiss upon the small boys head.

"And thank you too, baby" Rindou said pulling on your hand for you to come down and kiss him.

"Now let's eats" Rindou said reaching for his chopsticks, but just as Rindou was about to eat his office door came swinging open again.

"Is that a baby I hear?!" Ran yelled out causing Renzo to quickly jump out of his father's lap and run into his uncles arms.

"Uncle Ran!" Renzo giggle as he crashed into his uncles arms.

"I missed you so much buddy" Ran said picking up his nephew swinging him back and forth.

"Hey (Y/N)-chan" Ran yelled over towards you.

"Hi Ran" you replied back now walking over to where Ran stood.

"How about Mommy and I show you around the office while your daddy stuffs his mouth like a monkey"

"Yes!" Renzo cheered in agreement.

"I don't stuff my mouth like a monkey" Rindou said.

"You do. Let's go Renzo and (Y/N)-chan" Ran said grabbing your hand as he dragged you both you and Renzo out of Rindou's office.

Ran put Renzo down on the floor, letting him trailed ahead of the two of you.

"Wow his gotten so big" Ran said to you.

"I know, he doesn't want Rindou to hold his hand anymore when we're in public"

"His already finding Rindou embarrassing, he really is my nephew" Ran cooed.

"Over here buddy" Ran called out, opening another office door.

Renzo quickly ran into the office not knowing who it belonged to.

When Renzo entered the office he was surprised to see a man with black hair and a scar that traveled from his eyes down his cheek.

Renzo was quickly taken aback now waddling back to you, clinging onto the hem of your dress.

"Did I scare the Lil man?” Kakucho asked as he got up from his desk walking over to where you and Ran stood.

"Kakucho you'd scare anyone with that mean mug of yours" Ran commented.

"Thanks Haitani" Kakucho said as he rolled his eyes.

"Hey (Y/N)" Kakucho greeted before he dropped to his knees to look at the small child hiding behind your figure.

"Hey Renzo, you look so much like your daddy" Kakucho said with a smile causing the small boy to become less nervous, and within a minute the once shy boy was now hanging onto Kakucho blabbering on about elephants he saw on a TV show.

"Kakucho, do you have a stapler?" Sanzu said as he eyes were glued to the papers in his hands.

"It's on my desk" Kakucho said, as Sanzu head finally looked up trying to see the stapler but was met with the smaller version of Rindou in Kakucho's arms.

"Is that mini Rin" Sanzu said coming over to Kakucho to see the small boy.

"Hi small Rindou" Sanzu greeted to Renzo, but the small boy quickly became shy again burying his face into Kakucho's chest.

"Well he certainly doesn't have that boastful Haitani arrogance, thank god" Sanzu said.

"Don't be a dickhead" Ran said looking over at Sanzu with daggers.

"Mind your language" Takeomi said as he now to entered Kakucho's office.

"The last time you swore like that the first word the Lil guy said was F U C K" Takeomi said spelling out the last word in attempts to not upset you while you nodded in his direction.

"What a buzz kill" Ran said now also walking over to where Kakucho stood holding a shy Renzo who refused to peak his head out of Kakucho's chest.

"I think Renzo wants to go to (Y/N)" Kakucho said, walking over towards you placing the small shy child in your hand.

You placed Renzo on the ground, feeling as he quickly shifted behind you.

The few bonten members watched as Renzo waddled behind you as you walked over to Kakucho's desk to get a tissue.

"His like a lil penguin" Sanzu said watching as Renzo moved side to side to keep up with you.

"Why is everyone congregating in Kakucho's office you know if you're here doing nothing no money will be made- " Koko said but was quickly cut off when he saw Renzo trailing behind you.

"Is that Renzo" Koko said dropping to his knees arms wide open, watching as the small boy saw him.

Renzo ran into Koko's arms quickly forgetting how shy he was moments earlier.

"Of course he remembers the man with the money" Sanzu commented rolling his eyes.

"You miss me?" Koko asked Renzo, to which Renzo nodded in agreement.

"You play with the truck I bought you last week?"

"Yes" Renzo said shaking his head to Koko's question.

"You bribed him to like you by getting him a truck" Takeomi said.

"That's not fair" Ran said now walking over towards Koko.

"You can't buy a child into liking you" Kakucho said.

"Well I did" Koko said tickling Renzo.

"Uncle Sanzu has lots of money too, Renzo. You want three more trucks" Sanzu said.

"Well, Uncle Kakucho will get you a plushie elephants that's the size of a real one" Kakucho said.

"Uncle Takeomi will buy you a zoo, Renzo" Takeomi said.

"Uncle Koko will buy you a private beach with alot of animals on that you can drive around in a truck" Koko said.

"Well Uncle Ran will get your mommy to make your bedtime later" Ran chimed in.

And before you knew it the small boys shy attitude was quickly replaced with the office men were presenting him bribes in return for his affection

"Hey I finished the food" Rindou said walking into Kakucho's office now standing beside you.

"What's going on here" Rindou asked watching as half of Bonten stood around Koko holding Renzo.

"They're trying to bribe Renzo to like them" you replied watching as Ran slipped 10, 000 yen into the small boys hands.

"Good thing Mochi and Mikey is on that mission otherwise they'd give him whatever he wanted" Rindou said.

"It seems like Sanzu already beat them to it, apparently there's going to be an elephant coming over to our house on Saturday for a private show for Renzo" you said with a giggle.

"What?!"

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herzgeist-writes · 5 months

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Hi emi, if the slot isn't taken already , I would love to read about a star gazing date with law.

Where we just talk about everything and nothing. And just share our secrets. A blushing law would be a lovely gift ☺️.

Thx for your writing.

Pairing: Law x gn!reader | Word count: 2.2k | Warnings: Light angst

Synopsis: It's brightness leads him home, his heart yearning to return to the north blue, albeit with grief and sorrow - missing the long lost loved ones. A man of his stature remembers the loneliness he endured. The past bears it's weight, crushing the Surgeon of Death's shoulders, yet you lighten the burden - for you offer him your hand, to be his new home.

A/N: . . AAA is all I can say. Stargazing is a classic! Just wholesome and fluffy. Thank you Anon for requesting this trope, I dearly hope you like it!

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

The stars expand over the dark blue above, enlightening the horizon in the faintest. Not all too far away from the coast, you hear the waves crashing upon the shore.

Salt and algae scents waft your way, mixing up with the soft odors of dew across the meadow. Comfortably lying on the lush green ground, you take a deep breath and close your eyes. It's been a long, straining day - and now you're finally able to turn off the worries and troubles lurking in your mind.

Besides your thoughts calming, your heart is on opposite terms, racing to the fact that you're awaiting a certain man, who should arrive any minute now.

Shifting nervously on the spot, your attempt to find your composure again, turns out to be for naught - coming to notice light footsteps heading your way, which elicits a skip of a beat in your chest.

"At least you could have told me where exactly we'd carry out this silly gesture.", the voice low and agitated, calls out to you and you straighten yourself instantaneously by the familiar tone of none other than the Surgeon of Death.

"Law! Took you long enough." - "Didn't I just tell yo- . . just terrific.", raising a brow at the sighing in aggravation man, it's impossible for you to contain a cheeky giggle. How you love to tease your Captain.

He takes a seat next to you and sets aside his nodachi, his gaze lifting to the skies. He is close, the warmth almost beaming over your whole being. It isn't easy for you to simply shuffle over to Law, wanting to nudge against his arm and lean your head onto his shoulder.

The gentle sounds of crickets coming from the grass and the ocean's tides lull you into a relaxed and content state, yet not to the fullest, for the man on your side is making things rather difficult to cope.

Thus you ask in shyness: "How did the discussion go with the Strawhats?" - "Nothing but a pain in the rear, if only he wouldn't be so reckless and negligent." Law's sound takes a exclusively sour note, indicating you not to tread any further regarding that topic, hence you try and change the subject.

"I heard there's a shop with rarities in the neighboring town. Maybe there's an addition to your coin collection available. We should visit it tomorrow!", is what you hint your Captain, slowly but surely scooting nearer to reduce the, though short, distance. Which were cold and stern just a moment ago, now are mellowed and calmed grey eyes, even only the mildest way noticable.

Law inhales deeply and pushes the air back through his lips in a forceful manner. It is then where you see his tension roll off of him, a small amused huff escaping in the process: "That actually sounds . . delightful." He looks at you from the side for a split second, before returning to look at the ocean of stars again.

The tranquil of this instant pauses as you out your inner child - chiming a rhyme in an almost melodic sense: "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight."

When was the last time Law was so baffled, that he couldn't even remark one's doings with a sassy comment? Perhaps ages ago, until you came along on a fine evening like this, deciding to act all adolescent out of the blue. It's a highly regarded achievement, catching the Surgeon of Death off guard, thus he mumbles: "Never do this ever again." - "What? Didn't you wish upon a star as a kid before?"

Silence. Only grey torn open eyes bore questions into your soul - oh dear. "Wait, don't tell me you don't know what that is?" Still, no answer. With care, you advance into his overly mature mind, giving it a nudge towards infant experience.

"Concentrate on any star in the sky and repeat after me!" - "That's ridiculous.", the Captain doesn't stand a chance against your strong, or rather good will, and after uncountable times of you begging for him to join, he gives in.

Together, you harmonize the rhyme and see to the otherworldly scene above, uncountable stars appearing each minute. "See? Wasn't so hard was it?", you laugh, earning a click of Law's tongue in response.

Driven to see your Captain at least a tad bit happier than now, you take upon a quest of pure risque. You might get kicked out of the crew, but it's totally worth it, is what you think to yourself. So you indulge him with your childhood's secret: "Hey, let me tell you something. When I was little, I used to steal from the merchant stands ALOT."

"Explains your rogue behaviour to this day . .", Law simply huffs in nonchalant, opting you to theatrically gasp and play all appalled and shocked. Even he cannot hold in a small chuckle by the sight of your exaggerated acting, shaking his head.

However, it makes you wonder - what was that supernova like, when he was a boy? Climbing trees, exploring the homeland or play fights with friends? To your knowledge, at least so you heard, as a young one he used to be a talented and eager kid, striving to become a doctor like his father.

He lives up to his own expectations, in your opinion that is. Law's perception, understanding and implementation is ineffable. The devil fruit powers he possesses, granting him abilites to analyse and treat with ease, are his strongest suit - making him one of a kind.

"I bet you were a little rascal just like me!", you banter teasingly, a smirk planting over your lips, awaitingly bouncing on your behind, obviously curious about his reply. Not as intent as you, the doctor sighs: "You could call it that. Kids at school were scared of me. Ask me another question, but I merely dissected frogs and other smaller creatures to study anatomy and-"

Interrupted by your outburst, your laughter entices him to snort along with you, yet furrows his brows in confusion. "What's so funny?" - "I can only imagine what it looked like, you merely holding a dead animal in your hands, presenting it to your screeching in terror friends.", though the pictures in your head seem innocent, they do bear a sad aspect.

Given his reaction, he didn't have many, or even any friends, did he? You only dare to ponder.

Serene atmosphere cradles the both of you, the horizon growing darker and darker by the second. After a while, you decide to break the awkward silence once more, now sitting this close, your arm grazes his: "Did you ever feel . . lonely?" You never waver from the glowing lights, entranced by the tranquil nature and influence.

"Lonely?", uncertain of your sudden approach, Law turns to face you, attentive to meet your gaze. As you finally do, he averts: "I have a crew to attend to, how can I feel lonesome?" - "You're a bad liar, Captain."

Appalled, he gapes at you, his frown about to form into an upturned 'U'. "Are you questioning your superior?" - "It's common sense, almost everyone felt lonely at least once in their lives.", your quick retort takes Law aback, leaving him rather speechless for a moment. So he lies down, crossed arms serving as a cushion on the back of his head to ease the posture.

"Then if you're so sure, what are you asking me for?" - "To show empathy and understanding.", his snappy backtalk gets outranked by an honest answer, a wholesome one to say the least. This he didn't expect, by all means, such pitty isn't in his book, but who is he to deny your kindness - though with difficulty.

He surrenders and gives you a long lasting stare, following your every move as you lay down next to him: "Maybe I was lonely at times. If it weren't for Bepo, Shachi and Penguin . . I couldn't even tell where I would be today."

His deepest thoughts are laid bare, evoking something vulnerable in him. "If you dare share the details of tonight's conversation, I'll see your body parts stuck beside the Tang.", Law's threat incites you, for you end up being quite flustered and scared simultaneously. To your abashment you flail your hands: "N-No don't worry, those lips are sealed."

Those lips - sealed? Why, there is a way to fulfil just that. Either cut them off and throw them into the deepest and darkest pits of the sea or . . put his own on y-

'What am I thinking?' rushes through the Captain's mind, surprised by his own ambiguity. Quick to rid these nefarious ideas, Law enquires back: "Were you feeling . . alone too? At some point of your life?"

"Yes. Many times. Until you asked me to join your crew . . ", you reminisce in your past, images appearing of your former self you now declare as 'dead' - you are not the person you used to be. On the contrary, to this day you are what you deem confident and powerful. All thanks to the Heart pirates, thanks to him.

A deft and low 'oh' rumbles out of Law, as if apologising for not finding you sooner. Humming contently, you assure him, blowing away any upcoming doubts or regrets: "I am glad you took me in. All these years together with you guys, up to no good - solving mysteries, fighting tough battles - it's a thrilling life, which I am honored to take part in.", you turn your head and face him, the gras rustling from the movement, adding, "Thank you for being my safe space . ."

The Surgeon of Death falls silent, haltingly letting his grey orbs hover over to you. It's to his uncertainty, insecurity that he isn't able to utter the words that pile up in his short circuiting brain.

And then there you are. You smile - warmly and with a spark in your eyes that leaves your Captain breathless. Be that as it may, he is strong enough to supress the redness threatening to overcome his cheeks.

Clearing his throat, he catches your attention by pointing at the dark blue, adorned with white specks, in hopes to avoid any further profound subjects. "Will you look at that. See that star formation looking like a pan? That's the big dipper.", he wise-cracks, his finger following the invisible lines and connecting the dots.

"Right above is the little dipper. You should see a bright shining star on it's tail." - "That's the north star, yes?", he continues in a whisper and confirms your query with a little 'correct'. The night's ambience fills your ears, for other creatures like frogs chime in to the musical interlude of late hours. Even an owl hoots it's opinions into the near by woods.

Staring at the brightest of stars, you adjust to the gentle frequences: "Aren't you from the north blue, Captain?" Simultaneously you stare at eachother, him replying your curiosity in swift: "Indeed. It's my-" he stops mid-sentence, reconsidering wether to speak his mind or keep it from you, yet he goes with the initial, "-home."

There is that aura of sorrow and loss looming over the man laying beside you, telling you he suffered and endured things you dare not even think of. Might explain his restless researches for history and endless nights of insomnia consuming every fibre of his being.

You see how his arm, which pointed at the sky, lowers to the ground again, visibly tense. Restricted by your own inner suspense, slightly jittery fingers drift towards his hand.

"(Y/n)-ya, what are you doing?", although not keen on your unannounced touch, your pinkies interlace - Law recognises a familiar sensation of his heart picking up the pace to upbeat.

Well, what are you doing? You're not certain yourself, but it surely feels . . nice. His skin is tender, oddly enough - given the fact his inked hands are in constant straining use and appear rough and calloused.

Still fixated on the north star, you utter: "You know, home isn't a place, it's a person. So," your small finger grips tighter around your Captain's and you shift nearer to him "we have eachother."

You are close. So much so he can feel your breath fanning against his neck. Law grits his teeth in annoyance, however the faint of a blush begins to spread all over his face. Unfortunately, that display is barely visible to you, but you can detect his unease through his nervous shuffles and huffs.

"How much I hate when you're doing that . .", he growls, heaving himself onto his side to look at you properly and . .

. . braids his adorned digits among yours, holding your hand tight "but promise me we'll never be lonely again and find home in one another."

Emotions about to catch onto your lashes, your lips curl slightly, mumbling in reassurance: "I promise. Let the north star be your reminder, that you'll never be alone."

With half lidded eyes, face mellow and hand caressing your wrist, Law dearly hopes for your words to be true.

This night, a man with a heart of a broken boy, wished upon a star, wishing to never lose home, never lose his loved ones.

#one piece #one piece law #trafalgar one piece #fanfiction #fanfic fluff #law x y/n #x reader #law x gn!reader #gender neutral y/n #light angst #fluff

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qinluofu · 10 months

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₍^..^₎　⌅　Day in the life of younger sibling ＠sae&rin ‹𝟥

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waking up in the morning at 7:00am sharp, getting ready for the minature version of prison but with your 2 older brothers. sae, the oldest, sleeps at the bedroom right side of yours - along with rin, second oldest, who sleeps at the bedroom left side of yours.

they're already awake by the time you are. in fact they wake you up, because if they didn't we'd be here until noon. sae makes the pancakes and rin makes the orange juice, your in charge of eating it.

since its the morning there's not much conversations being made & it's dead quiet aside from the rustling sounds of plates and bags being taken out. the itoshi brothers don't mind you being reliant on them, as they think it's a responsibility. they'd be willing to make you breakfast and wake you up everyday until you die.

when you arrive to the gates of hell, sae has to go to the other building. he tells you to stay safe and walks away, leaving rin to take care of you. rin always walks with you till the lockers cuz what if some creep goes up to you?? you need a 6 ft tall brother to handle this ( emo dog priviledges )

hanging out with your friends is cool, but not when the captain of the junior soccer club rin itoshi is constantly staring at your guy friends while his team mate isagi yoichi tries to get his attention. everytime you tell him that your fine and it's alright he goes :|.

class goes by smoothly and now its lunch time, yippie :D. oh but you don't need to get in line to get school lunch food that's ew, you already have a handmade lunch box made by sae.

today's lunch box consisted of sticky white rice along with fried egg, baby carrots with sweet & sour chicken. all in separated containers, packed nicely in a heating bag - oh and a pot of seaweed soup. nice.

as usual, the baby carrots are left untouch with a few white rice left sticking on the container. that's gonna be sae's business later on in the afternoon. you don't miss the way sae passes by your classroom, claiming he wants to see the school's newest football player isagi yoichi but everytime isagi talks to him he looks at the container of untouched baby carrots instead with an annoyed glare

isagi is starting to think the family has some issues going on.

school life is tough but when its finally over, you practically sprint to the metal gates only for sae to grab your hand and tells you "it's not safe" and to "calm down" while rin crosses his hands and gives you an unimpressed look.

"too slow turtle, i was already here" "you were supposed to wait for them dumbass" "says who?"

since its a hot summer day, sae takes you and rin to an ice cream shop to cool down a little. sae never eats the ice cream though, just hands you and rin a cone each and pays for it.

when you get home, you leave your lunchboxes on the table and decided to get a cooling bath. you don't do your homework immediately despite the constant nagging from sae and instead play some games.

at 8:24pm you went downstairs to eat dinner. rin always drags you off the bed because no matter how loud sae calls you to come down and eat you never seem to find the energy to do so.

at 11:30pm, after a tired day of everything you finally fall back to bed and sleep. you always forget to shut the lights so rin has to personally go to your room to do that for you, he says its a bad habit that you should fix soon but somehow his eyes never show a hint of annoyance.

at 12:00am does sae finally sleep, not without checking up on you and rin's room to make sure your both snoozing away. only after doing that does he find the comfort to be able to fall asleep, dreaming about whats to come.

a/n - this was not proof read guys so ignore the spelling & grmmar mistakes ...

#blue lock fluff #bllk imagines #bllk scenarios #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi fluff #rin itoshi fluff #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x y/n #sae itoshi x y/n #blue lock x reader

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valkyrieromanoff · 4 months

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Hi! If your talking requests (so sorry to bother u if your not!!) could you do Anakin x Fem! reader based on Baby it’s cold outside? That song is literally the pinnacle of Christmas music

(+ u always eat w/ the fics)

Xoxox

BABY, IT’S COLD OUTSIDE: ANAKIN X READER

Synopsis: you've been sent to Orto Plutonia on a mission, but end up trapped in a frozen canyon. Fortunately, Anakin came to your rescue.

Warning: fluff, kisses

Words: 2.3 k

a/n: I used reinaeiry's cover as inspiration. Thanks for the suggestion, I had fun writing it. I don't know if that's what you were expecting, but I hope you like it ;)

The council sent you on a reconnaissance mission to Orto Plutonia, after reports of suspicious activity on the planet covered in ice wastelands, tors, and snowy canyons, reached the ears of the Republic. On the surface, it was supposed to be a simple mission, just observing movements from afar and reporting anything strange, but the frigid climate disrupted your plans. At the moment, you were inside one of the huge frozen canyons, and the call for help sent to the Council was the last thing your communicator transmitted before it went dead due to the intense cold.

It took long hours for help to arrive, you were sitting on your backpack, your eyes ajar, trying to meditate, when you heard the sound of a lightsaber cutting a way through the thick snow.

Anakin's heart swells with relief and unabashed joy as he catches sight of you, your form huddled against the cold, your presence a beacon of warmth in the frigid wasteland. He wastes no time, the smile on his lips growing wider as he switches off his lightsaber and rushes towards you.

The moment your eyes meet, a surge of love and longing courses through his veins, fueling his every step. As you jump into his arms, he catches you effortlessly, spinning you in the air with a mix of strength and tenderness that only he possesses.

His laughter rings out, a sound filled with unadulterated happiness and adoration. "I missed you," he whispers, his voice filled with genuine affection as he sets you back on your feet, his hands lingering on your waist. "Are you alright? The cold... it was unbearable."

Your safety is his utmost priority, and the sight of your shivering form sends a pang of guilt through his heart. He takes off his cloak, wrapping it around your shoulders to shield you from the icy winds. "We need to get you warm," he insists, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm fine, I'm just not used to the winter weather." You assured softly, meeting his eyes and holding his gaze for a few seconds. "I think Coruscant spoiled me with that temperate climate.

Anakin's protective instincts kick into overdrive as he holds you close, his gaze searching your face for any signs of distress. He knows that you still have a mission to complete, but at this moment, all that matters is your well-being.

"We'll find a way to finish the mission, but for now, let's focus on getting you back to safety," he murmurs, his voice filled with determination. With a tender touch, he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'll always be here to protect you. Always."

"We'd better get out of here before the weather gets any worse," you suggested, picking up your backpack and putting it on your back.

Anakin nodded, taking your hand, he raised a worried eyebrow. "Your hands are like ice, they're so cold" He brought your fingers close to his lips and placed soft kisses on your knuckles, reddened by the cold.

You looked at him as if to say it was nothing, that you'd think about it later when a huge block of ice rolled off one of the walls in the frozen canyon. Anakin's concern deepens as he feels the urgency of their situation. His eyes widen as the massive block of ice crashes down, effectively sealing off your only means of escape.

His grip on your hand tightens instinctively, a mixture of protectiveness and determination taking hold.

"We're trapped," Anakin states, his voice firm but tinged with an underlying worry. "But we won't be stuck here for long. We'll find a way out, I promise."

Anakin's mind races, formulating a plan to free you from your icy prison. He reaches for his lightsaber, igniting the vibrant blue blade, ready to cut through the thick ice if necessary. But as he moves to strike, a chilling gust of wind howls through the canyon, causing the walls to creak and groan under the pressure.

"We need to find shelter," he urges, his voice urgent. Anakin looks around, his eyes landing on a small crevice in the wall, just large enough for you to squeeze through. "There, that might be our way out."

"There must be another way," you murmurs, more to yourself than to him, though he can hear the determination in your voice. You reach out with the Force, trying to sense any disturbances or anomalies in your surroundings, hoping for a stroke of luck or a hidden passage you can utilize. But the cold and the density of the ice make it difficult to focus, hindering your connection with the Force.

"Well, until you find out, I'll keep us from freezing," Anakin said, tugging you towards the crevice, his movements fueled by a mixture of adrenaline and determination. With careful precision, he guides you through the narrow opening, making sure you are safe before following suit.

Inside the crevice, the cold is still biting, but at least you are shielded from the brunt of the storm. Anakin wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to share what little warmth you have.

"The Council will start to worry if we can't send a message," you reminded him, biting your lip fearfully.

"I know, darling, but be patient. We'll find a way out of here," Anakin whispers, his voice filled with unwavering determination. "We always do. We just have to stay strong and wait for the right opportunity."

His gaze meets yours, a flicker of concern and unwavering love shining in his eyes. "I won't let anything happen to you. We'll make it through this, together."

You sit in silence for a few minutes, warming yourself in Anakin's embrace, your head resting against his chest, as you begin to think of alternatives.

"What if we use a speeder?" You suggest thoughtfully.

"Speeders don't work out there," Anakin reminded you. "Besides, that block of snow fell on top of our speeders"

You sigh softly, your mind racing for a solution. Anakin's words ring true in your ears, reminding you of the dire situation you both find yourselves in. The cold seeps into your bones, causing a shiver to run through your body.

"Right," you mutter, your voice laced with frustration. "We need to come up with another plan then."

Anakin's arms tighten around you, his warmth providing a small respite from the biting cold. His voice is filled with determination as he speaks. "We have to stay calm and think this through. There's no point in going out if you're going to be frozen."

Anakin's mind races, searching for any other possibilities. He casts a quick glance around your surroundings, hoping to spot something that could aid your escape. And then, his eyes land on a glimmer of hope.

"What about our lightsabers?" he suggests, a spark of excitement igniting in his eyes. "We could use them to melt the ice and create a pathway out. It'll take time, but it might just work."

"We'll work together, melting the ice little by little until we can make a hole big enough to crawl through." You agreed, your hope renewed as you picked up your lightsaber.

He knows that it will be a tedious and time-consuming task, but the prospect of freedom fuels his determination. Anakin's gaze locks with you, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve.

"It won't be easy, but we can do this," he says, his voice laced with conviction. "We've faced greater challenges before, and we've always found a way to overcome them. Together, we can make it out of here."

Anakin takes a deep breath, ready to embark on your mission of melting the ice, knowing that their unwavering determination and shared strength will lead you to victory. The ice was thick, making it difficult even for the lightsabers, it was almost as if the layer of snow repelled the heat. It took long hours for them to make a small hole, just enough to look out of, but not to get through.

"We're almost there, Ani," you said, trying to keep yourself motivated, even if the outlook wasn't the best.

"Look at the blizzard outside," Anakin said, his blue eyes narrowing as he heard the sound of the cutting wind. "'Honey, you're going to freeze out there'

Anakin's eyes flicker with a mix of determination and concern as he gazes out at the raging blizzard beyond your icy prison. He knows that time is of the essence, with the freezing temperatures and harsh winds threatening their very survival.

Anakin examines his limited surroundings, looking for materials he can use to create a makeshift shelter. His eyes land on a pile of snow-covered stones, partially buried under the ice.

"There," he points, his voice full of determination. "We can use those stones to build a small barricade against the wind. It won't be much, but it should offer some protection."

With renewed purpose, Anakin and you gather the stones, working together to stack them in a way that creates a barrier against the cutting winds. It's a slow process, made more difficult by the cold and dwindling energy, but you persevere, fueled by love and the determination to survive.

Finally, you finish building the makeshift shelter, a small alcove that protects you from the worst of the blizzard. Anakin steps back to admire your work, a sense of satisfaction taking over him.

"It's not much, but it's something," he says, his voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. "At least we won't be completely exposed to the cold now."

"I don't think we should give up on the exit, not yet." You insisted, still determined to finish the mission.

"What if you get pneumonia and die? I’m not gonna let that happen.” Anakin exclaimed in frustration, running his fingers through his hair, sighing heavily. “Please, let's wait here until the storm passes. And when the blizzard calms down, we'll find a way to get to safety."

Anakin takes your hand, leading you towards the cave with determined steps. As they enter the protected space, he can already feel the biting cold beginning to subside. The cave offers respite from the elements, a temporary sanctuary from the heavy snow.

Anakin pulls you close, wrapping you in his arms as you huddle together inside the rocky cave. Despite the dire circumstances, a feeling of warmth and comfort envelops you, and your united strength provides solace in the face of adversity.

"We'll get through this, darling," Anakin murmurs, his voice full of unwavering determination. "We've faced worse things together and we've always come out stronger. As long as we have each other, we can weather any storm."

You smile gently, raising your eyes to look at him. "I must confess, it's not so bad being held by you"

Anakin's lips curl into a playful grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief and affection. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

"Is that so?" he teases, his voice laced with playful affection. "Well, I must say, I quite enjoy holding you too."

Anakin leans in, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender kiss. The warmth of his touch and the love in his actions provide a sense of comfort in the midst of your current predicament.

"We'll find a way out of here, my love," he says, his voice steady and determined. "We'll face whatever comes our way, together."

You move into his arms so that your faces are close, the intensity of the gaze you lock is enough to warm your cheeks and your heart. The closeness is intimate and gentle, just a centimeter more than your lips are together.

Anakin's breath hitches as he feels the proximity between you, the air crackling with an electric charge. His gaze locks with yours, a mix of desire and adoration shining in his eyes. The intensity of the moment sends a shiver down his spine, his heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and longing.

His hand gently cups your cheek, his touch feather-light yet filled with an undeniable passion. Anakin's voice drops to a low, husky whisper, barely audible amidst the howling winds outside.

"You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now," he confesses, his voice laced with an intoxicating mix of desire and love. "To feel your lips against mine, to taste the sweetness of your kiss."

Anakin's eyes flicker to your lips, his own slightly parted in anticipation. The air between you feels charged, the tension thick with unspoken desires. The world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you in this suspended moment of intimacy.

As the intensity of the moment builds, Anakin's heart races with a mixture of desire and love. His lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, a burst of warmth and electricity surging through his veins.

The kiss deepens, a testament to the depth of your connection. Anakin's arms tighten around you, pulling you even closer, as if trying to merge your souls together. In this moment, nothing else matters but the overwhelming love you share.

His lips move against yours with a mix of tenderness and hunger, his kiss conveying the depth of his emotions. Anakin's touch is both possessive and gentle, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns along your skin.

In this stolen moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Anakin is reminded of the power of your love. It is a force that transcends time and space, anchoring you to one another, providing solace and strength.

As the kiss lingers, Anakin's heart swells with love and devotion. He cherishes every second, savoring the connection he shares with you. In this frozen landscape, your love is a beacon of warmth, a reminder of the strength you possess together.

When the kiss finally breaks, Anakin rests his forehead against yours, his breathing slightly ragged. His eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of desire and adoration.

"I love you, darling," he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity. "No matter where we are or what challenges we face, my love for you will never waver. Together, we can overcome anything."

Anakin presses a gentle kiss against your lips once more, before pulling you into a tight embrace. In this moment of vulnerability and strength, you find solace in one another.

#anakin skywalker x you #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars #hayden christensen #christmas #baby its cold outside #anakin fluff

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codfanficedits · 5 months

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Before the mask - Part two

Pairing: Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Because Simon wasn’t born as Ghost.

Wordcount: 2946 | Rating: E! (18+ only!)

Warnings: Author has daddy issues and not the sexy kind, talking about feelings? Some fluffy lovestory.

A/N: Simon would be around 22/23 in this fic, so it would be set around 2015 ish? Anyway, I didn't have loving parents and I am projecting here.

His eyebrow raises at that last bit. Your mother's words, they hang in the air. It's an offer. The right offer. The one he wants. The one he didn't even know he wanted, but now that it's presented, he needs it.

He can imagine it. Coming home with you at his side, spending time with the ones you love most. Maybe, perhaps... he'll love them like that, too.

"I'd...like that," He said quietly. "If you'd have me, of course."

Your mother smiles, and the smile reaches her eyes. "Of course we'd have you!"

In the background there are some muffled sounds, your father is clearly talking to someone, and the both of you try to make out who it is.

Your father gets back into the screen again, and an older woman sits down next to him. "Grandma!" Your eyes lit up as you see the older woman you adore so much.

You look like a little girl again, the way your eyes light up at the sight of your grandma. He wants to take your hand and pull you close again.

"Hello, sweetheart," she replies softly, and your cheeks flush. The way you smile at her, the affection you show...the feeling in his chest begins to ache again, and he finds it hard to keep himself from letting it out.

It seems they all have a way of bringing that pain to the surface. Especially you.

"This is Simon." You introduce him, pulling him closer to him by his hoodie. "He's a friend. I work with him."

Your grandma smiles at the both of you. "Her grandpa was a soldier." She chuckled. "Used to write me love letters all the time."

You smile at your grandma, you have heard the story a million times, but in times like these you miss them

You pull him closer, and that...it almost shatters him, completely. As if he needed that reminder. As if he needed something else to make him feel vulnerable, to let him feel what's been locked inside for years.

"A soldier?" He finds himself interested in the story. It's not just an excuse to be closer to you, he wants to hear what she has to say.

"What was he like?" He asks, smiling. "Was he a good writer?"

Your grandma laughs. "Horrible writer. As dyslexic as could be. I spent most of the war trying to decode what he meant." It is the truth wrapped in a little joke.

And you laugh too. "Grandpa was in his element when he could put his hands to use." You explained.

"He was a proud woodworker." You added with a smile.

He chuckles softly, hearing the story of the dyslexic love letters that she had to decode. What's even funnier is imagining a tough, stoic soldier trying to express his love for his wife, and writing it in the most jumbled, confusing way possible.

"That sounds adorable."

He turns to you, still smiling slightly. "I bet the two of them were quite the couple."

"They were." You chuckled. "They adored each other until the day he passed."

Your father clears his throat. "Grandma is staying for dinner, and we really should start cooking. Can't have your nan miss her favourite shows because you've kept her busy."

His attention shift to Simon. "The both of you promise me you'll be safe, okay?"

His expression softens, as your father brings the spotlight back to what really matters.

“We will," He replies, the quietest and most solemn of the group. His eyes switch back to your grandma, whose own expression is of both amusement and hope. She can tell how much this means, how much you mean for him. She's smiling again, maybe she can see herself and her husband in the two of you. This entire call, it felt like they were inviting him in. Like...if he is with them, he is not an outsider. He is family.

"This would be easier if you wouldn't worry so much, dad." You teased your father, and both your parents can’t help but laugh.

"Guilty as charged." Your father laughs. "Well kiddo, see you soon okay? We love you!"

You smile, "Love you all too!" The call gets ended and you close the laptop and toss it to the side.

“They loved you."

And with that, the connection is severed, and the room is once more silent. You toss the laptop to the side, and he is left staring at the floor. Your words echo in his ears.

They loved you.

The truth of those words sink in, and he knows they're true. In a way, he almost wishes the call was longer. It was nice to be welcomed into your world, even if it was just a glimpse.

He looks over at you. "Maybe...can I see that picture book your mom was holding?"

You groan, but it shifted to a laugh halfway. "I want to say no." You begin. "But I just know that when we visit, mom will just whip it out and you'll be seated next to her, forced to look at my baby pictures."

Your phone beeps and you take it out of your pocket. Your gaze softens and the softest of smiles formed on your face.

You showed him your phone, a text from your parents, and that while it is so expensive to text oversees.

"He's a good boy."

He smile as you show him the text message, feeling... He doesn’t even know what he feels right now. He wants to say it's happiness, but what he feels is...so much more complex than that.

He leans back against the wall, letting out a small huff, as he thinks back about the pictures he was shown of you. "You were a cute kid. Can you blame them?"

You've always been a cute kid, actually. The picture book proves that. But there's a certain...tenderness, a softer side of you when you're younger. And it's beautiful.

You lean against your pillows while you roll your eyes playfully. "Nah, I'll have you know I had a full on emo phase."

Your smile turns into a sheepish one. "And my childhood room is still mostly black and pink, with a healthy amount of posters."

You chuckle "And I'm sure mom would be happy to show you."

He stifles back a snicker. You had an emo phase? He feel like he is going to need to see some pictures of that for proof, that's too good to pass up.

"Your mom would say you were just ahead of your time," He adds, teasing you with a smile. "But I wonder if you looked as adorable in black as you do in pink." And to get that reaction, he'd even be willing to tolerate the cringe from your old emo phase.

"Oh stop it!" You grumbled while you tossed a pillow his way.

"I had a full blown argument with my mum about how it wasn't a phase, the first time I wore way too much eyeliner and all black. While it very much turned out to be a phase, and now she won’t let me redecorate my childhood bedroom." You sighed.

He catches the pillow at the very last second, avoiding the hit. He then looks back at you, with a devious look on his face.

"So? What was it with that eyeliner? Something you picked up at a Claire’s, maybe?"

The memory brings a smile to his face. Those early attempts to be cool as a teenager...the fashion and the music and the attitude. The memories, however, always bring a laugh out of him. And it's been a while since he had a laugh like that.

You stick out your tongue at his teasing words. "You would fit right in with my parents." You sigh. "Leave me and my Claire’s eyeliner alone."

"But all jokes aside. Mom's really picky with who she invited. So they must really like you."

He smiles at your compliment, and his cheeks flush slightly at the realization.

"Honestly," He admits, speaking softly, the truth finally coming out. "I was a little scared about meeting your family. I couldn't imagine how they'd feel about me. Knowing they like me? It means a lot."

His voice is quiet. "I...have to be honest. I didn't have the best family life growing up. It was always just me. And it's hard to shake that feeling. Your family feels like...like what I never had."

Your smile softens and your teasing gets put aside. "My folks got plenty of love to take you in too."

"Even grandma, I can tell that she likes you too." Your eyes light up. "I'm even willing to bet that when we visit, grandma will drop by with some homemade cookies."

"That sounds amazing," He replies, his eyes lighting up as well. Homemade cookies are one of those things where once you taste it, store bought can't compare.

He looks at you, and now he is curious. He wants to know everything about your family at this point. Your eyes still sparkle, and he wants to keep them like that.

"Tell me more about your grandpa. What was it like?" He asks, his expression genuinely interested. "What was that love story like?"

You let yourself sink into your pillows as you think about it.

"Grandma had always been a.. rebellious woman. Not wanting to get married, raising hell when her father didn't want her to work, that kind of thing." You began.

"They met in a pub, grandma was about to start a brawl, and grandpa convinced her to drink a beer with him instead of punching a guy." You continued. "They had been inseparable since."

"She wanted to punch the fella because he had tried to corner her and kiss her. Grandpa revealed on his death bed to us all that he paid the guy a visit the night after and beat him senseless."

This story is better than any love story he had read in a book. The idea that your grandparents met while your grandma was about to start a brawl...it's hilarious, and adorable at the same time. It's also really heartwarming that despite all the struggles they had, they were still so close.

He smiles softly, his own expression getting softer. "...they sound like they were perfect for each other. And the fact that your grandpa beat up the guy that attempted to take advantage of your grandma..."

He chuckles quietly. "She got herself a guardian angel, that's what it sounds like to me." Simon looks over at you, you look so comfortable resting on your pillows, and he would love nothing more than to join you, holding you close while the softness of your pillows surround him. And he hates to admit it, but the thought gets him so hot and bothered he takes off his hoodie, tossing it to one of your chairs, leaving him in his shirt.

"He was. He was a quiet 6'8 man. Never spoke much, unless it was to family and loved ones." You smiled.

"When he returned from the war he became a woodworker, and he adored grandma. She had a thing if taking in stray animals, even wild ones, and he would build them homes and beds without complaining."

You sigh softly, the memory of your grandparents is a nice one. "In return she made sure to always take care of him, you know, kept him well fed, made him soak his hands in a bucket of warm water, so they wouldn't hurt after holding tools the whole day."

Your grandfather sounds like an interesting person to him. Quiet and reserved, but with a heart underneath that's bigger than most people would get out of him. Your grandma on the other hand sounds like a bit more of a handful, just like you.

And it's adorable to Simon how they both had their own ways of showing their love. They were each other's perfect fit, each the other's guardian angel.

"He sounds like he was a man of honour. And your grandma...she sounds like she was a strong woman."

You laugh at his comment. "Grandma was a handful, she never went off on people who didn't deserve it. But one of their neighbours neglected their dog, and she yelled at him to the point that they left the dog with her. All while grandpa stood behind her, just towering over her, not saying a word."

"Dad had a very peaceful upbringing, and he gave me the same." You add.

He can't help but laugh. Just imagining your grandma being so loud, while your grandpa was just standing there behind her, looming over the entire scene with a silent and knowing gaze. It's a funny picture to imagine, and it is something he would love to be his future.

"Peaceful?" He replies with a chuckle. "I have a feeling you weren't always so peaceful."

He looks over at you, with the tiniest of teases. "You seem like the type."

You want to protest, but you know he is right.

"What can I say? I have my grandma's mindset." You chuckled softly. "and very supportive parents. So they let me discover my own personality, my likes, my hobbies."

"Which is what I love about you." There, he said it.

Your grandma's mindset, that stubborn streak, he finds it to be charming. It's part of you, and he loves every bit of it.

"I'm not surprised to know your parents were supportive. You're their daughter, of course they'd love you like the most precious thing on earth."

He said those words, but the both of you know they're words he never got to experience.

"Yeah, I got really lucky, Simon." You answer.

"And I'm happy I can share that luck with you."

He almost make the mistake of asking you what kind of luck you meant. Was it the way he'd been welcomed into your life and your heart?

Whatever it was, he was glad he knew it. Being in your world...it makes him feel safe.

He doesn’t know how to put it into words, but this is the most...fulfilling feeling he has had in a while.

He wants to look into your eyes, and he wants to thank you, with every ounce of his being. But he doesn’t, he can’t, not yet anyway.

Instead he gets up, cutting the conversation short. “I should get going. I have an early morning.” And with those words he leaves you behind, the both of you confused, but for different reasons. You’re worried you and your family overstepped any of his boundaries.

Simon lies on the other side of the wall, confused about this warm feeling in his chest and afraid that he will just get hurt again if he allows himself to be happy.

He puts his arm under his head, listening to your soft snores before he finally falls asleep himself.

Simon wakes up before his alarm, not that he got a lot of sleep, he had spend most of the night being worried, being sad, being confused.

Being jealous.

Because it wasn’t fair that you had a nice upbringing, that others had a nice upbringing. Why not him? What had he done in life to deserve this? And fuck did that keep him up at night, because no matter how good he could hide it during the day, at night that damaged child came out.

With a groan he gets out of bed, trying to listen if he can hear your alarm, and he shakes his head when the sound stays out. This. This was why you had to clean the toilets the other day, not that you learned from it, that much was clear. He steps under the shower, trying to wash away the salt from the tears, trying to wash away the shame, the guilt, the feelings, and as always he does a pretty good job.

When he gets dressed he can’t find his hoodie anywhere, and he curses under his breath, it was his favourite one, and he just hopes that he had tossed it in the laundry basket and had forgotten all about it.

When he leaves his room he notices that there is no sound coming from yours and he bangs on your door, before he leaves for the mess hall.

The loud noise startles you awake and you curse loudly when you wipe away the drool from your cheeks. This was the third time this week that you had forgotten to set your alarm, and it was only Wednesday.

You get out of bed quickly, running a washcloth over your face before you change into your clothes. Taking a random hoodie of the pile on your chair. You sniff it and a smile forms as you smell Simon on it. Maybe it was because he was in your room last night?

You put the hoodie on, and it is way bigger than you can remember, but you shrug, you’re already running late, you can worry about this later.

You’re barely on time when you make it to the mess hall, and breakfast is mediocre as usual.

On the other side of the mess hall sits Simon, spotting you wearing his hoodie, a smirk on his face. He would’ve demanded it back from any other girl, but not from you. You look insanely good with his last name on your back, and he will make no attempt to get that damn hoodie back.

Instead he lets his mind wander, did you know it was his? Maybe you liked how it smelled liked him? Maybe you had done it on purpose? Who would know?

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"Come on, Taako, please?"

Taako ignored his sister's needling tone. "Absolutely not. Krav and I already have plans, and it's eating a shit ton of candy and watching whatever horror movies are on streaming these days. I am definitely not spending Halloween at some dumb party thrown by a neighbor I barely know."

Lup flopped onto the couch in a huff. "Why are both of you eighty years old?"

"Because we spend all day talking to people we don't like, and it's the last thing I want to do when I get home." Taako shot a sidelong glance at Kravitz, who was leaning against the counter and watching him slice carrots for soup. Kravitz was an only child, and more vulnerable to Lup's pestering due to a lack of acquired immunity. Still Taako knew that he felt the same. Besides, their annual tradition was a plausibly deniable excuse to huddle under a blanket together, maybe grab Kravitz’s hand at a particularly tense moment–and right now, Taako wouldn't trade that for the world.

"Why don't you just go by yourself?" Kravitz offered.

"Because I don't live here! It'll be weird as hell if I just barge in."

Taako slid the carrots into a bowl and started on the celery. "Mmm, that sounds like a you problem."

Lup glared at him. "I didn't want to have to use this, Taako…"

He waved her away. "Save it. I'm not going."

She folded her arms and came up to the counter, staring Taako down. "Remember last year when I drove two hours to drop you off for a dick appointment? And then drove two more hours to pick you up that night because he turned out to be a massive asshole? And you said and I quote, 'Thanks, Lup, I owe you one forever'?"

Taako groaned. She had him and he knew it. "Really, Lup? You're calling that in for this?"

"Why do you want to go so badly?" Kravitz asked, in a valiant attempt to save him from his inevitable doom.

Taako rolled his eyes. "Lup has a crush on one of our neighbors. But Lulu, you don't even know if he’s going to be there."

"Yes, I do. He told me he was going."

"Why can't you just ask him out like a normal person?"

"Taako?" There was a sharp note in her voice, and her eyes darted pointedly between him and Kravitz.

He sighed. She had a point there. "Fine, you win. But if it sucks I'm leaving."

"Yes!" She thrust her hands into the air like she had just won a champion boxing match. "Okay, I've got to get some last-minute costume things, but I'll see you tomorrow night!"

She gathered up her coat and sped out the door before Taako could think of any more arguments.

"I guess we'd better figure out our costumes, too," Kravitz said.

"Just because I'm gonna be in small talk hell doesn't mean you have to be."

Kravitz shrugged. "Halloween wouldn't be the same without you anyway."

The kitchen seemed very warm all of a sudden.

Taako had just put the finishing touches on his makeup when Lup rang the doorbell the following night. He opened the door to find her dressed in a red evening gown with a faux-fur wrap thrown over one shoulder.

"Okay, I give up," he said, still a little annoyed. "What are you supposed to be?"

"I'm Miss Scarlet, from Clue?" She pointed to the headband in her hair with three green Clue cards fanned out and glued to one side.

"Cool. Well, have fun explaining that all night."

Lup shrugged as she stepped into the room. "I look good in red. What's your costume, anyway?"

Taako plucked the pointy hat from the coffee table and jammed it onto his head. "I'm a wizard."

She looked skeptical, taking in his thigh-high boots, short skirt, and flowy blouse, with the spangled hat thrown hastily on top. Regardless of what she thought of its validity as a costume, it was undeniably a look. Taako may not have wanted to go to this thing, but he still had a reputation to think of.

"Mmhmm. What's Kravitz being?"

He shrugged. "He wouldn't tell me. Said he wanted it to be a surprise."

"I'm not sure whether to be curious or concerned about that."

"Yeah, me neither."

They didn't have to wait long for the reveal. Lup had just finished reapplying her deep red lipstick when the door to Kravitz’s room opened and Taako's heart lurched. Kravitz was dressed as a vampire. He wasn't wearing some generic Party City costume, though; he had fully leaned into the goth sensibilities that he was too self-conscious to indulge the rest of the year. He had broken out the lace-up boots that Taako had convinced him to buy a month ago, which had languished in his closet ever since. He wore a gorgeous brocade jacket that Taako had never seen before over a loose shirt with lace at the cuffs and collar. Its cut revealed more chest than Taako was used to, and he had to make a concerted effort not to stare. Then Kravitz smiled, showing off a pair of fangs that looked quite frankly too at-home in his mouth, and Taako thought he was about to get the vapors like the heroine of a gothic novel.

"Wow, Krav, you look…." He scrambled about for a non-incriminating adjective. "Um, you look…spooky. I like the, uh, teeth." He prayed that Kravitz–or worse, Lup–didn't notice him blushing to the tips of his ears.

"Thanks," Kravitz replied, a little shyly. He looked Taako's costume over in return, his eyes moving just a bit slower than was strictly necessary. Well, Taako wasn't not hoping to catch his attention. "You look fantastic."

Lup could definitely see his blush now, and she was grinning about it in a way he didn't appreciate.

"Well, are we going or what?" he asked, louder than was necessary.

Lup led the way out the door, and Kravitz offered his arm to Taako with a grin. Maybe it was the fangs, or lingering light-headedness, but Taako swore there was a new glint in Kravitz's eye like a question he'd been waiting to ask. His heart hammered in his chest as he took Kravitz's arm. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.

#i wanted to post something for the holiday so here's a small one! Happy Halloween!#taz balance #taako #lup #taakitz #taz kravitz #troph writes

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PROMPTS FOR 27/03-05/04

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side note: this prompt list is only for requests to be sent to @mlmxreader, please do not use for your own writing or your own inspiration, thank you.

rules: you can mix & match as always!! multiple prompts can be sent at a time!! there's 100 in each (300 in total), so there should be plenty!

Mixed Dialogue

“Do you have an alternative?”

“You’re safest here, with me”

“I didn’t know you were coming”

“We’re not having this argument”

“I’d prefer we had a plan that wasn’t complete suicide”

“There’s something worse?”

“Stay here, do not move, I won’t be long”

“It’s just for a little while”

“I don’t know what it is, but it’s not the same when I’m not with you”

“Nothing, just… you look really good right now”

“It could work”

“I’ll be there in five minutes”

“Don’t be scared, alright?”

“Come on, baby, talk to me”

“I know your work is important, but can you please just call once a day? Just so I know you’re not dead”

“I’m always going to be here”

“No one will interrupt us, don’t worry”

“That’s it”

“Hey! Hey! It’s alright, I got you!”

“Calm down, breathe”

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’m not sure what I’ll do”

“You fucking leave him alone”

“Do. Not. Move.”

“Quiet! Or do you want everyone to know?!”

“Did it work?”

“I’m all better”

“Best of luck”

“We can’t try that again”

“Come here, I’ve missed you”

“Will you just shut up and kiss me?”

“This won’t be like last time, I promise”

“You’re fucking bleeding, sit down and let me have a look”

“Nothing changes”

“It’s been a shit day, I just need you”

"Why do I feel like you're about to say something?"

"Just don't tell me you love me and then disappear"

"I thought you... nevermind"

"Come on, your favourite horror film's on!"

"I'm all yours"

"It's just you and me for the day, no one else"

"Well, we have plenty of time"

"Did you ever think we'd end up like this?"

"I have a peace offering"

"Come here and kiss me, or I'll really start getting cross"

"I haven't seen you smile like that in so long"

"It's... confusing. I've never felt this way before"

"Just close your eyes and go to sleep, I'll still be here"

"But won't they find out?"

"Quiet, you'll wake everyone!"

"Before you leave..."

"Do you doubt me?"

"To be honest, I was quite shocked when you asked me"

"I know I can trust you, but you have to promise me"

"I said I would stay and look after you"

"I promised I would protect you, no matter the cost"

"You're here." "You called. I'll always answer"

"That sounds like the worst plan in the world... I'm in"

"Please, don't lie me"

"How bad does it look?"

“Am I really just lucky?”

“It’s later than you think”

“Do you think we’ll always be like this?”

“Thanks”

“Please don’t like act like you’re surprised”

“He’s lying”

“Don’t you think I, of all people, would already know?”

“Why don’t I feel scared?”

“It won’t work”

“We’re going to need something better than that”

“Don’t give up”

“Trust me, he’s loyal to you - he cares about you, genuinely”

“Are you trying to hint at something?”

“It’s late, I’m tired”

“You hurt a fucking hair on his head and I will end you”

“I ruled out every other possibility”

“I just really, really need you”

“Let me make some calls, and then you’ll have my undivided attention, okay?”

“I’m just saying!”

“Lie down, I’ll get you something”

“It’ll only get worse”

“You have to tell me now, before I walk away for good”

“I have never lied to you”

“Am I wrong?”

“I thought you were interesting”

“I’m not here to do anything except protect you”

“That is my job. That is where my deal is.”

“How well do you know me?”

“Don’t doubt me, now, please”

“When I ask if you’re okay, I want an honest answer”

“It worked!”

“I can’t do it”

“That’s just stupid”

“I love you, but I know that if you come along with me on this, it’s gonna distract me”

“It’s not great, but it isn’t bad either”

“Did you hear that?”

“Try it”

“What the fuck just happened?”

“I leave you two alone for one night, and I come back and you’re acting all weird!”

“Someone tell me what I just walked into, or I will burn this fucking place to the ground”

“You really are jealous, aren’t you?”

Lyric Prompts

songs used: Love In Stereo by Warrant, Bed of Roses by Warrant, Sure Feels Good To Me by Warrant, Song and Dance Man by Warrant, I Saw Red by Warrant, You're The Only Hell Your Mama Ever Raised by Warrant, Sex Ain't Love by Warrant, Home by Warrant, Dirty Jack by Warrant, Down Boys by Warrant, Machine Gun by Warrant, The Bitter Pill by Warrant, Blind Faith by Warrant, Heaven by Warrant, 32 Pennies by Warrant, Let It Rain by Warrant, 1916 by Motorhead, Kingdom Come by Sabaton, The Price Of A Mile by Sabaton, Angels Calling by Sabaton, Synthetic Love by Motionless In White, When Love Met Destruction by Motionless In White, I Can't Believe by Stone Sour, Hell & Consequences by Stone Sour, Sillyworld by Stone Sour, Let's Be Honest by Stone Sour, Song #3 by Stone Sour

"So, baby lock that door"

"I may just be an ordinary man, but at least I'm someone to lean on"

"And if I'm wrong or right I don't give a damn tonight"

"You bring out the worst in me"

"You might be bad but it sure feels good to me"

"Yeah, it might be dirty and it might be bad"

"I'll be okay as soon as I'm on my way"

"Sometimes I hear your voice, it calls out to me"

"It makes my heart bleed"

"It must be magic, how inside your eyes, I see my destiny"

"I saw red, my heart just spilled onto the floor"

"I didn't even need to see his face"

"I'm not sure that I'll be fine"

"I never thought it would end this way"

"All his friends look like trouble"

"Where's that boy I used to cuddle?"

"You gotta do things your own way"

"Says you're a good boy and that you must be goin' through some phase"

"I don't care what you say"

"We can do this all night long"

"Honey don't turn off the light"

"Honey why you playin' me so tough?"

"Late for work, late with the rent, all I wanna do is get on you again"

"We can get messed up and go all night long"

"Does it matter where I go or what I do?"

"I can't lie, you know it's true"

"It ain't home without you"

"Some people spend their days lost in a heartless haze"

"That life is not for me 'cause every day I see a better way"

"It ain't home, you know, that I'm lost all alone"

"But I never seem to let you down"

"Always seem to want me around"

"You're givin' me the runaround making me feel like a fool"

"I don't care where you go tonight, take me along with you"

"Well, the first time I saw you, I could not speak a word"

"Every time you call my name"

"Now I'm gonna crash and burn, but I'm not finished yet"

"Lick it off my fingers, taste it on my tongue"

"You're such a mystery"

"Love can be beautiful, or a bitter pill"

"And when you smile, I have to laugh"

"When you cry, I'm torn in half"

"Hold me close, don't ever let me go"

"Darlin', I know you're sleepin', but there's something that I got to say"

"Thanks to you, now I know, all my dreams can come true"

"And the first day I met you, I consider the first day of my life"

"No matter what your friends might say"

"I wrap my arms around you so I can feel you breathe"

"I don't need to be a superman, as long as you will always be my biggest fan"

"Closer to it every day"

"We'll find our way"

"I've got nowhere left to go, and no one really cares, I don't know what to do - but I'm never giving up on you"

"Baby, where you going to? I was thinkin' that maybe I would come along with you"

"I think I'll stay just one more day 'cause I'm in love with you"

"I can't get up the nerve to call you, but I wanna call so bad"

"I reach to pull you closer and remember you're not there"

"Let it rain"

"That I'm still not over you, but if you're over me, let it rain"

"It was the only way I could sleep, and this pillow is a poor substitute for your body next to me"

"I guess I never really took the time to show how much I care"

“But I knew at the time that a year in the line, was a long enough life for a soldier”

“We were food for the gun, and that’s what you are when you’re soldiers”

“I heard my friend cry”

“I fell by his side, and that’s how we died, clinging like kids to each other”

“I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood, and I wept as his body grew colder”

“Though it wasn’t my fault and I wasn’t to blame”

“Yea it burns a fire that drives a man to win”

“Words of power calling to us all, holding us together while other kingdoms fall”

“It’s a stalemate at the frontline where the soldiers rest in mud”

“Stuck in a trench with no way out”

“And as the men crawled the general called and the killing carried on and on”

“Sent to kill, to watch no man’s land, snipers are moving unseen, fight for land, to lose it again, shrapnel is filling the air”

“Charge their lines, the ultimate test it’s a synchronised sacrifice”

“Get the wounded after dark”

“Scout at night to guard their lines, leave your life in fortune’s hand”

“We said this was the last time, over and over again”

“And everything that we have loved in the end we will lose”

“This is my life's work”

“And what am I gonna do?”

“I never asked for anything, I'm not asking now”

“And I don't care what you do to me”

“I'm not a problem until you make one out of spite”

“If you don't want an enemy don't fuck with my life!”

“Why can't anybody see what's good for you is good for me?”

“We fight our instincts”

“We go to extremes”

“I know I shouldn't have listened to you”

“I watched you walk away”

“All I want is something better”

“Something that is safe”

“You can say you will stay”

“But I know fucking better”

“You will never change”

“If you take a step towards me, you will take my breath away”

“No one else has ever loved me, no one else has ever tried”

“I saw the worst was over when I laid my eyes on you”

“I would run into the storm just to keep you here with me”

“Let me take a step towards you, let me feel you in my hands”

“Just tell me I am yours 'cause you are mine”

“It doesn't really matter what you do or say, I'm never going anywhere anyway”

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NSFW Prompts

“Fuck, you feel so good”

“Yes, yes! Right there!”

“I wanna cum, please!”

“Your mouth is so fucking good”

“I wanna hear you beg for me to fuck you”

“Are you touching yourself right now?”

“If we do this, if we have sex… what happens after?”

“Good, keep going”

Daddy kink

Cockwarming

Praise kink

Tied up/Restrained

“Stuck” under something

Free use

Choking

Spanking

Dom/Sub dynamics

Consent kink

Breeding kink

Cockdrunk

Begging

Collars

Dry humping

Thigh riding

Wet dreams

(CONSENSUAL) Somnophilia

Public/semi-public sex

Doggy style

Riding

(ANAL) Fingering

Blowjobs

Hand jobs

Biting kink

Spit as lube

Possessive sex

Phone sex

Outdoor sex

Car sex

Gentle sex

Crying during sex

Rough oral sex

Slow, romantic sex

Quickies

Sex on the sofa

Sex on the floor

Shower sex

Bath sex

Sex in hot tubs/pools/etc

Overstimulation

Teasing

Blindfolds

Temperature play

Whips

Mutual masturbation

Handcuffs

Using dildos

Using butt plugs

Using vibrators

Gags

Dirty talk

Size kink

Breath play

Hand kink

Edging

Mirror sex

Orgasm control

Scratching kink

Mask kink

Nipple play

Caning

Discipline

Face fucking

Flogging

Knife play

Body worship

Orgasm denial

Rope work

Monsters/Teratophilia

Grinding

Sir kink

Lap dances

“Want me to do this ‘til you cum?”

“You’re doing so good”

“Fuck, I wanna bend you over that desk and fuck you raw…"

“I wanna make you scream my name so loud that your neighbours hate me."

“Do you really want everyone here to wake up because of your moaning?”

“I love it when you say my name like that”

“Take it off nice and slow”

“On your hands an knees, now”

“You take my cock so well”

“Taste so good make a grown man cry”

“I want you to just fucking use me”

“I’ve waited all day for you to come home”

“That sounds like something from a fucking porno”

“I can think of a few ways we can kill time… if you wanna get on your knees, that is”

“You still want me to fuck you?”

“If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m gonna walk away”

“Only the tip, I can’t take more than that”

“Stop being a fucking brat!”

“Fuck me into submission, then”

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