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ingrid leaves for 2 weeks for national duty. sol and mapi try to stay out of trouble and fill the time. they are successful at one of those two objectives. some medical trauma discussed.

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“And I have an extra one of her inhalers, in the medicine cabinet in our bathroom. She hasn’t had an asthma attack in a while but-”

“-But just in case, Solstråle has one in her backpack, and you have one in the medicine cabinet. Ingrid, relax. It’s going to be fine. You’ve left the two of us before.”

“I know, but this time it's for longer, and she’s still not really herself. So many things have happened and I’m so worried,” the Norwegian rambled. It had only been a few weeks since everything had happened, and you were doing better. You were adjusting. Ingrid still didn’t really want you out of her sight, but she was due at the airport to fly back to Norway for the international break. She’d already said goodbye to you back at the house, and now she was very anxiously trying to give Mapi some words of advice before she had to go. It wasn’t the first time she’d left you with Mapi to play for Norway, but it was the first time since your mental health had really declined, since Ingrid became aware of how hard of a time you were having.

“Ingrid, amor, I know. I will take good care of her. Do you trust me?” Mapi said calmly, squeezing one of Ingrid’s hands.

“Of course, María, I’m sorry, of course I trust you. It’s just… keep an eye on her? Please?” Ingrid’s worry bled through her tone, eyes pleading with Mapi to agree to her request.

“I promise, Ingrid. We’ll be completely fine. And if we aren’t, I’ll call you.”

“Okay.” Ingrid said quietly.

“Alright. Fly safe, mi amor. I love you.” Mapi said, pulling Ingrid into a hug. Her girlfriend clung to her, and Mapi rubbed her back softly, trying to provide some comfort.

“I love you too.” Ingrid whispered, pulling back to leave a sweet kiss on her girlfriend’s lips, before turning and walking into the airport.

Mapi sighed, a bit relieved because she honestly wasn’t sure she wouldn’t be returning home with Ingrid after a failed airport drop off. The Norwegian had been increasingly anxious about you in recent weeks, and Mapi knew that leaving you, now, felt like she was failing you as a sister, and as a guardian. She also knew, however, that she had the situation handled. You were comfortable with Mapi, and she was confident in her abilities to keep an eye on you, and make sure you were doing okay.

She understood Ingrid’s anxiety. The Norwegian had always been a person who needed to feel control. Leaving her very vulnerable sister behind while she went off to play football for two weeks would certainly not give Ingrid the sense of control she craved in every situation that scared her.

Ingrid had gone, though. Entered the airport, gotten on the plane. And now it was time for Mapi to get back home to you, and begin the 2 weeks of fun she had planned.

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Mapi wanted to bond with you, in a way that didn’t involve heavy emotions and tears being spilled. She wanted to do something fun that you enjoyed. Even if it wasn’t something that she necessarily wouldn’t have chosen. When you enthusiastically suggested that you both go to your rock climbing gym, she’d agreed easily. How hard could it be? She was a professional athlete. She was fit and strong, and she knew she could do it. She’d checked with the trainers at Barça, and she’d been cleared for the activity. An important piece of information that she’d forgotten, however, was that she wasn’t the biggest fan of heights.

Well, it wasn’t that she forgot. It was more that she just didn’t think it would be an issue. Her fear of heights had decreased significantly in recent years. She went on hikes often up tall hills and mountains, and was barely bothered. She didn’t stop to consider that being tied to a wall and climbing to the top with very little support would be harder.

It was easy to get on the helmet, the harness, and all the gear. It was adorable to watch you expertly tie the knots to her carabiner, very nonchalantly, though Mapi could tell you wanted to impress her. It was fun to learn all the silly little commands she was supposed to shout. It was fun that you knew all the right pointers to tell her, easily getting her going up the wall. It was even fun climbing; it took a specific muscle strength that was slightly different than the one she possessed, and it was just difficult enough to present a challenge, without being overwhelmingly difficult.

As she got higher up, though, she became more and more aware that the only thing between her and falling a very significant distance to the ground was a rope and a self belaying machine. She kept herself calm, though, until she got to the top of the wall. She allowed herself a small smile, glancing down at where you were cheering for her.

That was her mistake. The ground was so far away. And once she started to panic she couldn’t really stop.

You were yelling instructions up to her, ones she could barely hear.“Okay, like I told you. Flip the hand brake to the other side, and let the slack of the rope slide through your hand.”

“NO!” Mapi shouted, surprising even herself with the volume of her voice. “I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t? Is it stuck?” You replied. It didn’t even occur to you that Mapi might be scared. She was Mapi. She was fearless and confident and she was brave for you when you weren’t sure you could be.

“No, Sol, I can’t. I can’t.” Mapi said again, and you were floored to hear her start to get choked up. She had a white knuckle grip on the rope in one hand, holding tight to one of the handholds with the other. She looked like her whole body was trembling, and you floundered for a minute, entirely lost on what to do and how to help.

Though after thinking about it for another minute, the solution was clear. Ingrid could fix Mapi, just like Mapi could always fix Ingrid.

“Okay, Maps, hold on I’m gonna help you.” You shouted, seeing her nod weakly. There was no getting her down like this. You had to have some confidence in the equipment, and yourself, in order to repel down the wall, and Mapi clearly possessed confidence in neither of those things at the moment.

You grabbed your phone and called Ingrid. It went right to voicemail. You called again, waving off the worker who came up to ask if you needed help.

“I’m calling Ingrid, Mapi, just hang on.”

Ingrid didn’t answer for a second time. You dialed Caro’s number, one you had for emergencies, and she picked up on the first ring, no doubt concerned at the sight of your name on the caller ID.

“Hello?” Caro said.

“Caro, are you with Ingrid? Can you get her for me?”

“Uh… yeah. She’s in the gym, I’ll grab her. Is everything okay?”

“No, please hurry.”

It was unsettling to see Mapi this distraught, and you were absolutely flooded with guilt that you’d made her do this. She was clearly terrified and it was all your fault.

You heard some muffled voices over the phone before Ingrid’s absolutely panicked one came over the line.

“Solstråle? What is it?” She asked, beside herself with worry.

“Um. Mapi and I went to the climbing gym. And she made it to the top of the wall but now she’s… stuck.”

“Stuck? What do you mean stuck?”

“She’s too afraid to come down, I don’t know what to do.”

Ingrid fought off a smile. The mental image of Mapi stuck at the top of an indoor climbing wall, securely attached to a rope, a thick mat underneath her, in absolutely no danger at all, was comical, she couldn’t lie.

“Switch it to a video call.” She instructed, for no other reason than to get photographic evidence of this. Alexia would be getting a late birthday gift this year, in the form of this moment, framed.

You did as she asked, flipping the camera around to show Mapi up at the top of the wall. It was the shortest one in the place, and Ingrid had a very clear view of her girlfriend, holding onto the wall and the rope for dear life.

“Oh, María.” Ingrid chuckled, finding the whole situation very amusing. She took a screenshot, before you spoke and the situation became significantly less funny.

“Ingrid, I think she’s crying.” You murmured. That sobered up your sister pretty quickly. It was one thing for Mapi to be scared, and entirely another for her to be so terrified she was moved to tears. Ingrid very suddenly remembered Mapi’s fading fear of heights. Or, what was supposed to be a fading fear of heights.

“Shit. Can you get up there? With me in your pocket or something?”

You sounded almost cocky when you responded. “I could get up there with my eyes closed. It’s the easiest wall.”

Ingrid rolled her eyes. “Okay, get me up to her.”

You did as your sister asked, attaching your harness to the ropes and getting the self belay machine all set, before you slipped your sister into your pocket, and climbed up the wall, at a speed that could only be described as a sprint. It took longer than it could have, because you went slightly diagonal, trying to get as close to Mapi as you could. When you reached her, she seemed completely spaced out, every muscle in her body tensed, a few tears on her cheeks.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, turned the volume up, and held it up so Mapi could see her girlfriend.

“María?” Ingrid said soothingly.

Mapi snapped back into herself, her head whipping around to look at the phone, and at you.

“Ingrid.” she said, relief clear in her voice.

“Hey. Are you scared?”

“No, I am staying up here for fun Ingrid.” Mapi snapped. Ingrid looked unimpressed, and Mapi mumbled an apology.

“Can you listen to what Sol tells you to do? And do it with her?”

“Isn’t there another way I can get down?” She asked in a quiet voice.

“Yeah, I can cut the rope and you’d drop right down.” You deadpanned. Mapi looked horrified at you, and you choked back a laugh.

“Solstråle, that is not nice!” Ingrid scolded. “María, my love, you are completely safe. You’re going to do what Sol says, and you’ll be back on the ground in a second, okay?”

“Okay.” Mapi agreed, glaring at you.

“See you in a sec Ingrid! If we make it down alive,” you added, tucking your sister back into your pocket before she could yell at you again.

When you spoke again, though, it was soft and encouraging, and Mapi knew that you were taking her fear seriously. It is one of those little signs that you loved her, too. You weren’t as good at saying it, having not heard it said to you for a lot of your life, but you showed it. When you’d squeeze her hand during a Barça game, knowing how hard it was for her to sit out. When you’d find a silly cat tiktok and send it to her, even though she knew you didn’t find whatever it was very funny. And now, when you talked her through the whole thing, assuring her that she’d be safe the whole time.

“It’s gonna be fine, Maps. Flip the handbrake off, and hold tight to the rope. You won’t go anywhere until you let yourself.”

Mapi found herself following your instructions without much thought. You just very clearly sounded like you knew what you were doing.

“Okay, good. Now loosen your hand on the rope, just a little. A bit will slide through and you’ll drop. The less you let go of, the slower you’ll descend.” Mapi let the rope go a bit, lowering maybe an inch. You nodded encouragingly, lowering down with her. “Keep your feet on the wall. You’re just going to walk yourself down. You can go as slow as you need to.”

Very slowly, at the pace of a wounded snail, you and Mapi moved down the wall. You didn’t stop talking the whole time, forgetting, honestly, that Ingrid was in your pocket.

She was sitting in the hallway, all the way in Norway, wondering what she did to deserve such a sweet sister, who cared so deeply for the people around her. Who adjusted to her girlfriend without a second thought. Who was sensitive and loving, even if you pretended not to be.

When Mapi got down the wall, she was still shaking too badly to undo the harness. You handed her your phone, un attaching her from the wall, as she spoke quietly to your sister. When she was free, and you were free, you shoved your face next to hers, greeting Ingrid again.

If Mapi was worried you’d make fun of her, she didn't have to be.

You just smiled at her. “Ice cream?” You asked hopefully. Mapi and Ingrid felt their lips both tug up into smiles, matching smiles.

“Definitely.” Mapi agreed.

The day had been a bonding experience. Just in a very different way than Mapi had anticipated.

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You enjoyed spending time with Mapi, you really did. But you were also a person that needed a lot of time to yourself. Maybe it was a consequence of having no one around who paid much attention to you growing up, or maybe it was just how you were wired. Either way, after almost 2 weeks of spending every minute with your sister’s girlfriend, you needed a break.

Some silence, and a break.

Which is how you found yourself on a long hike, two days before Ingrid was due home. You’d gone yourself, without Scout, which wasn’t a common occurrence, but you wanted to be gone for a while. Just you and nature and nothing but your thoughts to echo around your head.

When you got to a fork in the path, you stopped to consider. The right path would lead you back down, and you’d be home within the hour. The left path would lead you through a tricky boulder section of the hike, and you’d be gone another 2 hours.

Your only hesitation with the left path was that Ingrid had very specifically told you not to take it alone. You’d talked to her before you’d left, and she’d warned you that the boulders were really tricky, and you shouldn’t do it by yourself. She promised to go with you when she got back, if you promised not to do it today.

Mapi would never know, though. You’d just tell her you stopped at the top to enjoy the views for a bit, before you headed down. And if Mapi didn’t know, Ingrid wouldn’t know. And you really, really, just wanted some more time to yourself.

So you set off to the left, ignoring the nagging feeling in your gut that you were making a mistake.

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You didn’t remember it hurting this bad, having a broken bone. It was definitely broken, though. You’d heard it go, even as your body hit the ground with a loud thump.

The boulders had been tricky. So incredibly tricky. They were slightly loose and wobbly, and there were big gaps in between where you could easily fall. You had to get up and over a pile of rocks to keep moving, and you were tired. There were only a few more, by your estimations, and you were so relieved to almost be done that you were a bit more careless on the last few.

It was the final obstacle that you fell from. You lost your footing towards the end of the boulder pile, rolling and tumbling down the last boulder, and onto the dirt path. You threw your arm out to catch yourself, and that was all it took.

Sitting for a moment, you assessed your hand. It was broken. You knew instantly. You’d felt this before, you knew what it was. You felt strangely calm after making that assessment, carefully testing all of your fingers, and trying to move your wrist.

Ouch. No, it was definitely broken. You had a couple options. You could call Mapi to come get you. She’d freak out and call your sister, who would be furious that you’d done exactly what she warned you not to. Or, you could finish the hike and get home. Pretend you were tired from your hike, or sick or something, and sneak away into your bedroom. Sleep it off.

Logically, you knew the second option was bullshit. You couldn’t hide a broken arm forever. The thought of going to the doctor, though, was not something you would even consider. You only had one choice.

You rose to your feet, the movement jostling your arm just enough to make your stomach turn. You bent over, throwing up onto the path. Straightening up again, you set off down the path, arm cradled close to your body. You could do this. You were strong and independent and you didn’t need anyones help.

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You felt like the universe was on your side, with the way things were going. Aside from the broken arm, of course. You were able to slip past Mapi, telling her a small lie that you’d grabbed food on the way home and weren’t feeling well, before you made it to your room. She popped her head in to say goodnight, and if she thought your behavior was weird, she didn’t say anything.

You waited until she was in bed to shower, knowing she’d be up early for training the next day. You weren’t quite sure what your plan was past that, but you were taking this step by step.

If Mapi didn’t know, she wouldn’t make you go to the doctor. She wouldn’t tell Ingrid. And Ingrid wouldn’t be mad.

It was very poor logic, but logic nonetheless.

You probably could have kept it up for longer, too, if your damn dog wasn’t so intelligent.

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Scout wasn’t sure what a broken bone was. Nor was he sure what was wrong with you. But you were hurting, had cried yourself to sleep the night before, and no one was doing anything. The helpful tall one was gone, leaving him with only the annoying and loud short one. Scout didn't think she was very smart, but he’d try to get the message across that someone should probably do something about you, his favorite person on planet earth.

He followed her around when she arrived home from training. She ignored him.

When she sat on the couch and turned the TV on, he stood right next to her, staring daggers at her face. She ignored him.

It wasn’t until he started to whine loudly, and paw at her hand that she got fed up and finally looked at him.

“Scout, chico, I am begging you to leave me alone.” Mapi sighed. The dog just looked at her, taking a tiny step closer to the Spaniard and letting out a quiet whine. “I swear to god.”

She stood from the couch, heading for your room. If Scout would listen to anyone, it would be you. And she assumed that he was just pouting because you had shut your door, not allowing him inside. Now that Mapi thought about it, though, she realized she hadn’t seen you at all today, though she had exchanged texts with you while she was at training. Upon arriving at your door she raised her hand to knock, but before her hand could make contact with the wood, she heard a quiet, pained yelp come from the room.

Mapi frowned. “Nena?” She called, knocking on the door before trying to knob.

It was locked.

You never locked your door.

Mapi paused for a moment, looking down at Scout next to her, who was panting and staring up at her. See, his eyes seemed to say. I told you something was wrong.

“Solstråle? Can I come in?”

Inside, you had clapped your good hand over your mouth, realizing that Mapi had heard the sound you’d made. You’d been trying to pull a sweatshirt on to hide the awful sight of your arm, but even the soft brush of the fabric against your arm was horribly painful.

Fuck. Fuck. Mapi wasn’t going to go away, not without seeing you. You struggled with the sweatshirt further before responding, but you were unable to muffle a cry of pain when your forearm twisted slightly.

You shut your eyes, fighting back tears. “I’m fine, Mapi.” You replied, though you knew very well that it would not be enough for the Spaniard.

“You don’t sound fine.” Mapi said, twisting the knob again, as if it would have magically unlocked itself in the last few seconds.

“I am. All good.” You said back, fighting against the urge to open the door and collapse into her arms; your arm was on fire, the pain so bad that you were barely keeping yourself from openly sobbing.

On the other side of the door, Mapi shook her head, growing more and more panicked. You didn’t sound right, not at all. Scout next to her had begun to pace, and she was trying to figure out if she could break the door down before she spoke again.

“Open the door, nena. I am not asking. I need to see that you’re safe.” Mapi said firmly, closing her eyes and praying to god that you were okay.

You had no choice. You stepped forward, unlocking the door, and Mapi’s eyes fell to you, cradling your arm close to your chest. You arm that looked wrong. It was bent at a slightly awkward angle, turning an ugly shade of purple, and it was twice the size of how it normally was.

“Jesus.” Mapi sighed, stepping closer to you, she missed the pure panic that flashed across your face, but she saw you flinch violently away from her, backing up until you were on the opposite side of the room. There were tears in your eyes, and Mapi froze, raising her hands in the air.

“Sol,” Mapi began, her heart shattering when you shook your head rapidly, wordlessly begging for something, although Mapi wasn’t quite sure what. “It’s just me, Sol. I won’t touch your arm. I just want to look at it, okay? I promise, I will not touch you.”

You blinked at her for a minute, before nodding slowly. You moved over to your bed, taking a seat on the edge, sitting rather stiffly. It was a testament to the trust you had in the Spaniard that you held your arm out for her to see, a quiet sob falling from your lips.

Mapi moved closer slowly, like you were a wild animal she didn’t want to scare off, until she was standing right in front of you. She kept her hands behind her back, simply looking at your arm. It was broken. Mapi wasn’t a doctor, but this wasn’t a difficult determination to make. A broken arm is pretty obvious.

“What happened?”

“I fell.”

“How did you fall?”

“I was hiking along those rocks that Ingrid told me not to climb on and I lost my balance and fell on my arm.”

“This was yesterday?” Mapi breathed, sick to her stomach at the thought that you’d been hiding this from her for so long. That you’d been hiding it at all, but that you’d gone to sleep with an untreated broken bone, that she’d left you alone while she went to training, while you had a broken bone.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, cariño.” She sighed. “You must be in so much pain.” She studied you closely, and she decided that now was not the time to have a conversation about hiding things from her. “Nena, do you want a hug?”

Now that she knew, it was even harder to pretend that you were fine. She was right. You had been in a lot of pain. You were acutely aware of that pain, now, and how desperately you wanted someone to take charge of the situation and make everything okay.

“Please,” you whispered, leaning in her direction. Mapi very carefully wrapped her arms around you, gently rubbing her hand up and down your back. You trembled against her, and Mapi thought at that moment that she would break her own arm if it meant you weren’t in pain.

Mapi hugged you tight for a minute before she very regretfully pulled back, putting her hands on her shoulders and studying you. “Okay. Okay. Here is what we’re going to do. Tomorrow, we are going to have a talk about hiding injuries from us. Because Sol, this is so dangerous. I don’t know why you didn’t tell me, and you can explain later, but right now we need to go see a doctor.”

“No.” You said simply, your face hardening as you looked up at the Spaniard. And it wasn’t that Mapi hadn’t expected some resistance; she knew that you had an issue with doctors. It was the decisiveness with which you spoke, and the barely masked fright on your face.

“Solstråle, we need to get that x-rayed.”

“No. It’s fine, Mapi.”

“It isn’t fine! It looks broken, nena, we need to get it looked at.”

“No. No doctors, no hospital, no x-ray.”

“Solstråle, I will call your sister if I need to. We are going to the doctor.”

A look of betrayal flashed across our face, and you held your arm tighter to your body in a protective manner. “Please don’t make me.” You whispered.

Harsh wasn’t working. Demanding wasn’t working. Mapi knew she couldn’t force you. She just had to convince you. She stepped closer, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You are scared, that’s okay. I’ll be with you the whole time, though, nena. Do you trust me?”

“Yeah.” You said, your voice cracking a bit, looking up at Mapi with wide, wet eyes.

“I promise you, I am not going to let anything happen to you.”

You considered for a moment. You knew, realistically, that you had to go in. And you also knew that Ingrid was probably going to be furious with you. You craved comfort from your sister, though, you needed to hear her voice, telling you that you were safe. Ingrid knew a bit more than Mapi did about your issue with doctors, even though she didn’t have the full story. Ingrid was safe, and so was Mapi, but you really just wanted your sister.

“Can I call Ingrid on the way there?”

And even though Mapi winced internally at mere thought of how upset this would make her girlfriend, she nodded. “Of course you can. Come on, let’s go.”

The care with which Mapi helped you down the stairs brought tears to your eyes. She put your shoes on for you, double knotting the laces like you always did, before she paused, crouched in front of where you sat on the bench by the front door.

“I promise you, Sol. I am not going to let anything happen to you. Okay? I’ve got you, kid.” She said, watching as you blinked hard, clenching your jaw and nodding.

“Yeah, thanks,” you murmured, your voice barely audible. Mapi helped you up, then, and you both exited the house.

Mapi dialed the phone in the car, connecting it to the speaker. Ingrid picked up on the first ring, almost like she knew something was wrong. “Hi mi amor,” she greeted warmly.

“Hola. We’re in the car, Sol is with me.”

“Hi solstråle,” Ingrid said.

“Hi,” you replied, not uttering another word.

“Tell her what happened, mi sol.” Mapi encouraged

“Tell me what? What happened?” Ingrid asked, her tone much more concerned and serious.

“I hurt my arm. We’re going to the doctor.” You mumbled. Ingrid sighed, but she got the feeling that this wasn’t the worst of what you had to tell her, that it was going to get worse.

“How? What’s wrong with it?”

“I was hiking and I fell. Mapi thinks it’s broken.”

“Broken…climbing… on the trail I told you to be careful on- wait, Sol that was yesterday. This happened yesterday!?” Ingrid shouted. “Why are you just taking her now, María?”

Mapi winced. “I didn’t know until now.”

“YOU DIDN’T TELL MAPI UNTIL NOW?” Ingrid yelled, so loudly that the speakers crackled slightly.

Mapi glanced over at you to see that there were tears pouring down your cheeks, and your bottom lip captured in between your teeth, as you tried valiantly not to cry. Shit.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Relax, let’s all just take a breath.” She soothed, turning to pull over on a side street.

“María, I will not relax, this is not oka-”

“Ingrid, stop.” Mapi said firmly, her voice more stern than you’d ever heard it. Ingrid fell silent. “Sol, breathe. Ingrid isn’t mad, she’s just worried. We are okay, everything is okay.”

You nodded frantically, trying to get a handle on your emotions, which were, frankly, overwhelming at the moment. “Sorry, I’m sorry Ingrid, I’m so sorry.” You sobbed.

Ingrid felt her heart shatter. She hadn’t meant to shout. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled, honey.”

“I just- the last time I hurt my arm mom didn’t believe me and you told me to be careful and I didn’t want you to be mad, and I didn’t know if you’d think I was lying, and I don’t want to go to the doctor, Ingrid, but Mapi is taking me and she says I have to, and-” you cut yourself off with another loud sob, before arms were reaching over the center console and wrapping around you.

“Shh, nena, it’s okay. You are safe, you are loved. You are okay.” Mapi whispered, loud enough that Ingrid could hear it over the phone. Tears were falling down her cheeks, too, for a combination of reasons. Mostly, though, because her girlfriend was being so absurdly sweet and patient with you. Not that María would ever be anything different, but Ingrid would never stop appreciating it.

Once you’d calmed down a bit, you leaned back away from Mapi, looking at her desperately. “María I really don’t want to go to the doctor, please don’t make me,” you begged. Even as everything in Mapi wanted to give in and take you home where you felt safe, her eyes flickered down to your arm, which was black and blue and swollen, and she knew that wasn’t an option. Before she could speak, though, Ingrid chimed in.

“Solstråle, switch the phone to a video call and let me see your arm.”

You did as she asked, fighting back another wave of tears when Ingrid’s face popped up on the screen, looking sympathetically at you. You held up your arm, holding back a groan of pain as you did so, not happy when Ingrid frowned at the sight.

“Sweetheart,”

“No,” you cried, hiding your face in the crook of your elbow. This was absurd. Your arm was clearly broken, you were 18 years old, and you were afraid of the doctor. Like a child. It was humiliating and you wanted nothing more than to pretend that this was fine, that you were fine going to get a few x-rays and a cast, but the feelings of anxiety and panic were only rising in you again, and your whole body shook at the thought of letting a doctor anywhere near your arm.

“I know, I know,” Ingrid whispered, sounding like she really did know. While your parents had always dismissed your fear of doctors as you being dramatic, ingrid had always been able to tell that you were completely and utterly terrified of going in for a check up, or going into the hospital. The pure horror in your eyes whenever you had to do so was proof enough, but she’d had to take you once, just to get your flu shot, and you’d silently cried the entire way to the office, thrown up in the bathroom upon arriving, and almost broke her hand with your strong grip while the shot was being administered.

You hadn’t always been like this, though. It had started when you were 10, and Ingrid had never known the reason. You’d never told her, and your parents hadn’t either.

“You’re scared, yes? Can you tell me what is making you so afraid?” Ingrid asked gently.

You took a few shuddering breaths before hesitantly looking at her on the screen. “When I broke my arm? They had to reset it because mom waited to take me to the doctor and the bones were in the wrong spot.

They told me they were going to put some ice on it and a bandage and then the nurses were holding me down and the doctor was forcing the bones back into place.”

You took a minute, trying to stop the incessant shakes that were running through your body at the memory. You jumped slightly when Mapi’s hand found your uninjured one, but you grabbed on tight, closing your eyes to finish your explanation.

“I cried and I screamed and mom told me to stop being dramatic, and that I was embarrassing her in front of all the doctors. They made her leave the room then, and it was just me and the doctor and the nurses. The bones didn’t go back right on the first try, and they had to do it two more times before it worked. Mom only came in when they were done and they were putting the cast on. I asked her if I could call you, and she said no, because you were too busy for me.”

It all made sense, now. Ingrid remembered coming back from international duty after you’d broken your arm. You’d seemed so depressed and withdrawn, and she’d assumed you were upset about the injury. Never could she have imagined what had gone on while she was gone.

“That is awful, nena. You did not deserve that, and I am so sorry that happened to you.” Mapi began, her voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “I understand why you’re scared. I promise you, though, I won’t let anyone touch you until you say it’s okay. They’ll tell you what they’re going to do before they do it, and I’ll be with you the whole time.”

Your sister could tell that you were slightly more convinced, now. You really trusted Mapi. She’d never given you a reason not to trust her.

“Solstråle, you really need to get it looked at. I’m sorry I’m not there, I’m sorry I wasn’t there the first time, but Mapi is going to take really good care of you, okay?”

“Okay.” You agreed, another tear sliding down your cheek. Even as you did so, though, even as you gave Mapi permission to start the car and resume the drive to the hospital, you weren’t sure you could do this. You understood the importance of getting your arm taken care of, and you’d try. Whether you’d get through this hospital trip, though, was a different story.

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Mapi was relatively sure she was going to need an x-ray herself; you were holding her hand so tightly, your knuckles were white. You were shaking in the hospital bed, a vacant expression on your face.

You’d been sort of… despondent since returning from your x-ray. The doctors had insisted you go alone, and after some convincing, you’d agreed. When they walked you back into the room where Mapi was waiting, though, it was clear you were in another place. All she could do was wait for you to come back a bit.

“Mapi?” You said quietly, getting the attention of the Spaniard, who had been looking down at her phone, texting your sister.

“Sí nena?” Mapi replied, very gently squeezing your hand. You looked at her, then, making eye contact for the first time since returning from x-rays, and Mapi winced at the terror in your eyes.

“I don’t feel safe.” You whispered, unsure of what else you could do or say. You needed help, your fear was rapidly becoming overwhelming, especially because you knew that any minute, the doctor would be returning.

Mapi nodded sympathetically, reaching out with her free hand to push some hair off your forehead. She knew that physical touch was often the only thing that could comfort you when you were feeling anxious. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel more safe?”

“Promise you won’t leave? You won’t let them hurt me?”

“I will stay right here with you the whole time. And I will never let anyone hurt you.” Mapi looked at you with such conviction, spoke with such confidence and finality, you had no choice but to believe her.

“I want to go home.” You whimpered, your voice cracking.

“Soon, mi sol. Soon.”

It was only a few minutes later that the doctor returned. She was a kind woman, gentle and cautious. She had some understanding that you were afraid, and she’s respected that. She told you everything she was going to do before she did it, and she hadn’t once made you feel ridiculous for how you were acting.

“Alrighty. Got your x rays here. We’re looking at a bilateral forearm fracture, which means both the radius and the ulna are broken. The fractured are clean across, nothing is displaced which is good news for you; that means we can put the cast on, and nothing has to get put back into place.”

Mapi watched as your body practically deflated next to her, a long sigh of relief escaping your lips.

The doctor continued. “I am curious, though. Have you broken this arm before?”

You stiffened slightly, and Mapi shifted next to you, moving closer unconsciously in a protective manner.

“Yeah, when I was 10.”

The doctor nodded. “I can see it on the x-ray, there’s a line here, where it didn't heal exactly right. That white dot? You’ve developed a bit of a bone spur there where the bones weren’t properly aligned the first time. Does it give you pain?”

You shrugged. The relief was gone from your face, and you only looked defensive now. “Sometimes.”

Mapi guessed that sometimes meant often, and she wondered if you ever would have told her and Ingrid that you were having issues with your arm, if this hadn’t occurred.

“Well, the good news is your bones are not at risk for healing in the wrong spot, so you should avoid a repeat of the first injury complications. There are options, though, if that bone spur continues to give you issues. Physical therapy, steroid injections, and surgery are all on the table.”

You nodded, jaw clenched tightly shut. Mapi could tell this wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have, and she figured you’d been pushed far enough today.

“Thank you, very much. What is the recovery time like?” She said, effectively drawing the attention away from you as the conversation turned to casts and braces and slings.

You might as well have been in another room, for all you heard. You didn’t need to get the bones reset. Just a cast. You could handle that.

Or, you thought you could. It was much more stress-inducing than you expected, when the doctor came in with the items to make the cast, and reached for your arm. You flinched away from her violently, looking helplessly at Mapi. You were thinking about how she said she wouldn’t let anyone touch you if you didn’t want them to, and Mapi knew that.

“Can you give her a second, please?” Mapi said, not taking her eyes off of you as she slid into the hospital bed you were sitting upright in.

The doctor nodded, for her part lacking understanding, but not needing an explanation to respect that you were clearly terrified.

“Sol, breathe. It’s just the cast. They’re gonna put it on, they aren’t going to mess with your arm. You can do this, I know you can.” Mapi encouraged, more than a little surprised when you took a deep breath, nodded, and held your arm out to the doctor.You turned your head away, pressing your face into Mapi’s shoulder, gripping onto her shirt with your good hand.

You were putting all of your trust in Mapi in that moment, to ensure that the doctor was gentle and didn’t do anything she hadn’t said she would. This wasn’t lost on the Spaniard, and she watched closely as they wrapped your arm, and began applying the plaster.

She could feel your tears soaking through the fabric of her shirt, though you were completely silent as you cried. Not for the first time, and probably not for the last time, Mapi cursed your mother with everything in her. The woman had given her Ingrid, and you by extension, but she had inflicted so much pain on you in your short life. Mapi ached for the day where these scars weren’t painfully obvious, for the day you could go to the doctor without fear, ask for a hug when you needed one, cry openly when you were hurting, believe with all your heart that you were loved.

She held tight to you, watching as the doctor put the finishing touches on your cast.

“I’ve got you, nena.” She whispered. “Almost done.”

You were too good to have experienced everything that you had. She just wanted you to be happy.

When you pulled away from her to inspect your arm, she could still see such apprehension written clearly across your face. She wondered how long it would take for it to fully leave. Or if it ever would. Some scars never faded.

You gave her a watery smile, though, nodding towards the blue of your cast. “Couldn’t get it blaugrana but this is good too, right?” You joked.

Mapi returned your smile, feeling a very familiar spark of hope inside of her chest. Of course you would be okay. Of course you would. You were one of the strongest, most resilient people she knew.

“Very good. I am going to draw something so inappropriate on there before your sister gets home.”

You laughed, and Mapi laughed, both of you felt a bit like everything would be okay. Even if Ingrid scribbled over whatever Mapi drew on your cast.

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You sat blankly on the couch upon arriving home, staring at the cast your hand was wrapped in. You weren’t really sure what to do now, and it didn’t seem like Mapi knew, either. She took a seat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into her.

“Talk to me, nena.” She encouraged.

“I just don’t feel good. I’m really tired.” You told her.

“It’s been a long day, your body is coming down from a lot of stress and anxiety. You’re okay, now, so let’s just lay on the couch and relax, sí?”

You agreed, shifting to move into your spot in the corner of the sectional, before you paused. “Can you stay with me?” You asked.

Mapi smiled at you. “Of course I can. Even if it means your damn dog is going to come lay on my legs and get fur all over my pants.”

You rolled your eyes goodnaturedly, but you couldn’t give much of an argument because Scout jumped up on the couch right after, flopping down on your legs, making sure to stretch a leg out to rest on Mapi’s legs, too.

You dozed off relatively easily, clearly drained from a very emotionally and physically exhausting day, and Mapi took the opportunity to call her girlfriend, who she had been updating over text frequently, but who would still be, no doubt, beside herself with worry.

When Ingrid answered the phone, and only Mapi’s face appeared in view of the camera, Ingrid half convinced herself that you’d locked yourself in a room somewhere and were refusing to come out. Mapi shifted the camera, though, showing you absolutely passed out on the couch, your uninjured hand holding onto her arm, something you’d done completely in your sleep.

“Hey.” Mapi greeted. She didn’t worry about the volume of her voice; you could sleep through anything.

“Hi.” Ingrid said, feeling ridiculously emotional at the sight of her two favorite people together. “She’s okay?”

“Yeah. It was really hard for her, I’ve never seen her that anxious. They just put a cast on, though, and she’s relaxed enough now to rest. She was so exhausted, Ingrid, I’d be surprised if she slept at all last night.” Mapi paused as Ingrid hummed. The Norwegian could tell her girlfriend was upset, just from the way her mouth was set stiffly, and the way her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“How are you doing my love? That must have been really hard to see.” She commented, studying Mapi’s expression closely.

The Spaniard just shrugged, though. “I am sorry this happened, I know how worried you must have been being so far away.”

Ingrid shook her head. “Don’t do that, don’t try to distract me. I want to know how you are doing.”

Mapi nibbled on her lip for a moment, her eyes everywhere but on the phone in front of her. “I am so sorry Ingrid.” She said finally, the phone dropping into her lap as she wiped impatiently at her eyes. Ingrid had to be furious with her. Had to be. This was all Mapi’s fault, after all.

Of course, Ingrid had never considered blaming Mapi, not for a single minute. “No, baby, this isn’t your fault.” She said, as if she’d read her girlfriends mind. Mapi could only scoff. “I’m serious, María. These things happen, it’s no one's fault.”

“She didn’t tell me. She didn’t trust me enough to tell me.” Mapi whispered.

Ingrid frowned. “No, she trusts you. It’s complicated with her, when she’s hurt. You heard what she said about when she broke her arm the first time. Her response to being hurt was completely based on that experience, it had nothing to do with you.”

Everything Ingrid said was so logical, Mapi had a hard time coming up with a counter argument. She wasn’t quite ready to forgive herself, though, so she changed the subject.

“You come home tomorrow.” She said, a small smile gracing her lips.

Ingrid let the very obvious subject change go in favor of smiling back at her girlfriend. “I do. I’ve missed you both so much.”

“I have to make sure to sign Sol’s cast before you get here.” Mapi said thoughtfully.

Ingrid grew pale at the thought. “No, María, whatever you are planning to put on there please, please don’t. Just write your name.”

“Oh, my name will be on there.” Mapi smirked.

Well, at least it didn’t seem like she was planning something explicit. “Leave room for me to sign too.” Ingrid said grumpily.

Mapi almost jumped when you chimed in from next to her, throat slightly scratchy. “Ingrid signs first. Those are the rules.” You mumbled, barely opening your eyes to address your sister when Mapi tilted the phone towards you.

“Ha!” Ingrid said, looking very pleased with herself.

Mapi wanted to argue, she really did. She knew, though, that Ingrid felt insecure about her relationship with you. You were a bit more open with Mapi, a bit more outwardly trusting. Mapi knew this was just because she normally had a much softer approach, though Ingrid’s tougher one was definitely necessary. She knew, too, that Ingrid worried a lot that you preferred Mapi to your sister. So, she let this one go.

“Fine. I don’t need to sign it. I’ve already got that number 4 tattooed on you.”

Ingrid paled. “No. No you didn’t. María Pilar León Cebrian, no you did not.”

“She did. It’s huge, on my right ass cheek.” Next to you, Mapi stifled her laughter, and you did your best to keep a straight face.

“You better be kidding. I swear to god if I get off that airplane and you have a four tattooed on your ass I will kill you both right there.”

“How are you going to check? Are you going to pants me in the airport?” You laughed.

“Solstråle,” Ingrid began, her teeth clenched.

“Relaaaax Ingrid. I don’t have any more tattoos,”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god.”

“...Yet.” You added, laughing with Mapi when Ingrid brought the phone closer to her face.

“NO! No, Solstråle, no no no no no.”

You and Mapi laughed so hard you could barely breathe, hearing Ingrid repeating no over and over.

Ingrid rolled her eyes, but she wasn’t annoyed, not really. You were laughing and that was a big change from before. You were on the road to recovery, and you looked adorable all curled up next to Mapi, grinning at your sister through the phone. How could she be upset at your [stupid, idiotic, immature] joke?

Though she really would murder her girlfriend if you had another tattoo when she got home.

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this took me an absolutely absurd amount of time.

hope you enjoy sol <3

ps. please tell me all your sol thoughts comments keep me living and breathing 🫶🏻🫶🏻

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso fanfics #ingrid engen x mapí leon #ingrid engen x reader #mapi leon x reader #engen!reader #platonic reader #🍓☀️

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taegimood · 5 months

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(edit: this was literally just supposed to be a quick casual thought idk how it got SO LONG help me wtf 😭)

thinking abt you and bestfriend!gyu making a bet on who would last the longest for no nut november, which was supposed to just be a silly stupid thing, except the two of you are competitive as hell with each other and can’t help but attempt sabotage whenever possible.

it starts with beomgyu doing little things to try and rile you up, getting to the point of blatantly and obviously trying to turn you on, which of course for you means war.

it’s just several weeks of building tension and sexual frustration, becoming increasingly harder to even be around each other, and the line begins to blur when neither of you can really tell if you’re doing these things “to win the bet” anymore.

when beomgyu has his big hand placed a little too dangerously over your upper thigh while sitting next to you, or when he’s snaking an arm around your waist to lean in and say something “because it’s too loud in here” as his bulge presses against your tummy.. or when he purposefully walks past you after a shower wearing nothing but a low-hanging towel with water dripping down his body — well, it’s just for the bet, right? then why is he itching to do so much more?

when you sit square on his lap to “show him a video” and make sure that you’re shifting right over his hardening cock, or when you’re leaning forward on the kitchen counter while he’s stuttering over his story as he sees your breasts pushed together down your shirt; when your face hovers so close to his that if you were to speak, your lips would touch, only for you to pull away as if nothing happened — well, it’s just for the bet, of course… isn’t it? then why can’t you bear not touching him right now?

with the horny tension and confused feelings comes snappy attitudes, and by the third week you’re challenging each other in a different way, petty arguments that lead to glaring at each other with looks that say well? are you gonna make a move or not? and thus your dumb, playful bet has evolved into something else entirely.

it all comes to a peak when jealousy gets involved; yeonjun invites you guys to a party that you leave for separately, hoping to blow off some steam, and yet the pettiness clearly doesn’t stop there as things are taken to a new level when — like a couple of teenagers — you attempt to make each other jealous (although you’d both refuse to admit it). you grinding on one of yeonjun’s friends and beomgyu kissing down the neck of some girl does nothing but escalate everything that had been building up over the last three weeks, and when beomgyu arrives back at your shared apartment shortly after you had left early in an aggravated rush — (he had followed after you, of course, after seeing how upset you were..) — the argument that you expected to have ends up morphing into something different.

there’s blame that gets thrown around, there’s excuses under the pretense of the bet, there’s an attempt from both sides to push down the feelings that were inevitably bubbling over the surface…

and then he kisses you.

you’re frozen in place for a moment. time stops before crashing back into motion all at once, and then your arms are gripping his shoulders and pulling him in, your tongues colliding as he backs you into the kitchen counter, groaning desperately into your mouth as he tugs your body impossibly closer against his. you don’t remember how you got to his bedroom, or when either of your clothes met the floor, but when he enters you it’s like every single feeling and hormone in your body boils over at once into a cascading flood.

he’s fucking into you so deep, so fast, his pace unrelenting as you moan shamelessly and filthily into his pillows. the bed is shaking and his headboard is knocking against the wall but he doesn’t stop as his hips slap firmly against your ass over and over — the lewdest words spilling endlessly from his lips in the process.

you’re fucking mine, you understand? only i can fuck you like this. only i can fuck you as good as you deserve.

you have no fucking idea how long i’ve wanted this.. been such a little tease everywhere we go.. making me want you more and more every day, FUCK, i’ve wanted you so bad. wanted this pretty pussy wrapped all around my cock, every second of the fucking day.. as if you have no idea what you do to me.

you just love to tease me, huh? love to get me hard and then leave me there as if i wouldn’t do anything about it? you’ve been such a brat, should i even let you cum?

….fuck, baby, squeeze me like that and i won’t even last. fuck it, fuck, gonna make you cum so hard that all you can remember is my name. gonna make you squirt all over my fucking cock.

you like that? huh? like it when i throw you around? wanna be a good baby and squirt for me?

beomgyu has always been a talker, his engine never seeming to run out of fuel; but the way he rambles total filth right now as he fucks you mercilessly has you hoping that he never ever learns to shut up. you’ve already came twice by the third position he’s flipped you into, and you’re so completely fucked out by his cock and his hands and his words that you don’t even process the moment when the final band of pressure snaps and you’re squirting all over his cock and abs, soaking his sheets, relishing in the guttural moan and the fuck yes, that’s it, fuck, baby, fuck- that he lets out as he fucks you harder into his own climax and fills you deep with his hot spurts of cum. you don’t even have the mind space right now to hope that your neighbors aren’t home as you keen wantonly at the sensation of the most powerful orgasm that you’ve ever had; and from your best friend, of all people.

your chest is heaving and your legs are complete jelly as beomgyu carefully lowers them from his shoulders, straightening you out and slowly sliding out of you with a wince. you can barely feel your body. you’re on some sort of cloud 9 as he stares down at you, incredulous, panting heavily, hands resting on your thighs as he remains sitting between them, speechless. rivulets of your release are dripping down his abdomen and you don’t even have it in you to feel embarrassed as you meet his eyes.

“holy fuck.”

his voice is raspy, breathless. “i didn’t know you could do that.”

“i didn’t know i could do that.” you echo, in even more disbelief than he is.

it’s silent for a few moments as you catch your breaths before beomgyu speaks again. “that was… literally the best sex i’ve ever had.”

he pauses, as if searching for the words, unsure of what your reaction may be. “and i think… no, i.. i know.. that it’s because it was with you.” his nose scrunches up in a cringe at his own sentiment, hesitant gaze lowering to avoid yours, and you know there’s more he wants to say even though he’s not saying it.

“gyu, if i had the strength right now, i’d already be kissing the fuck out of you,” you mumble, and his face lights up as he meets your eyes again. a cocky grin graces his face in seconds and you have half a mind to roll your eyes as the uncertainty is gone and your familiar gyu is back when he asks, “oh yeah? should i come down there then?”

a lengthy conversation ensues as he cuddles you against his body, hands running up and down your skin as you discuss everything, establishing proper feelings and apologies — and when that’s done and you’re both cleaned up and moved from his room to yours (“i’ll wash my sheets in the morning” “ew, gyu”) he’s peppering your neck in kisses and pulling you in again as your sore muscles are eased by his steady hands.

(“you’re seriously so hot.. i know i told you to, but i can’t believe you actually squirted. like.. that was so fucking hot.” this boy cannot get it out of his head.)

exhaustion eventually catches up with the both of you, and after mindless pillow talk and finally putting out the lights, you’re almost asleep when you hear a sigh from beside you.

“i guess we both lost no nut november, then, huh? :/“

#mj’s hard thoughts #txt #txt x reader #txt hard thoughts #txt thoughts #txt smut #beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu thoughts #beomgyu smut #taegimood

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nipuni · 11 months

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My dad died yesterday, he was 63

I would like to share a little about him and our story if anyone wants to read, this is not a happy story

My parents divorced when I was three and I went to live with my mom so I saw my dad's life in snapshots, once a week at first and then once a year when he moved abroad and I would spend the summers with him. Every time I would catch up with him he would have a different partner or apartment.

My time with him was always fun, he was laid back, adventurous and open, he would let me do all kinds of crazy stuff while my mom was the strict one. He was a genius to me, he taught me how to program my own games when I was nine, he would make me take computers and appliances apart and reassemble them to teach me how they worked, he made me love science, the outdoors and travelling. He was great at teaching and cooking and driving. He worked on tours for famous musicians as a sound tech, he made 3D films for museums and theme parks when it was all very new, he was a photographer, a programmer, electrician, mechanic, artist and could play many instruments and write poetry!!

The first crack between us was when there was a huge split between my mom's side of the family and his over money and a lot of ugly truths stared coming to light. I realized that when it came to money he was willing to put himself before me and the fights between him and my mom were awful. But in the end once the dust settled we both pretended it never happened.

One weekend I went to visit him and realized his current girlfriend would stick around at last and she had a daughter almost my age!! I now had a little sister and I loved it.

A year later the country fell apart and he fled abroad along with them and even though I missed them I would visit for months at a time every year. I saw him start his life over, he started his own company and I was so proud of him!!

Everything was great for eight years, until one day he told me that my step mom and sister left him and he would sell everything and come back to the country. This was the last time I would ever hear of them, they vanished, I mourned my step sister for years. This was also when his life fell apart.

At 17 adulthood came with a lot of revelations. My mom told me that my dad had been an addict since he was very young, before I was born, my whole life, cocaine and alcohol amongst other things, and everyone around him had been putting up with it and helping him but couldn't take it anymore. He had cheated on her when they had me and had cheated on my step mom too. He would lie to get what he wanted and trusting him was getting increasingly harder.

All of my memories of him were now seen through a different lens. I felt betrayed. I could now tell every time he had been high, and knew where the money he asked of me when to, I was aware of every little lie. I was angry and frustrated at him for the pain he caused my mom and everyone around him. And for squandering the potential I knew he had, for always making the wrong decisions, one mistake after another. And I hated feeling this way the most.

After he came back to the country alone he could never recover, he would relapse, overdose, refuse rehab or any medical help. He would escape psychiatrics facilities and hospitals in the middle of the night, he was a menace!! lmao.

Our relationship was still good despite all this, different but still standing, he had always been my friend even if he wasn't the best at being a dad or partner, I would always scold him and tell him of different job opportunities I came up with for him to try out but now there was this distance between us. I became the parent of the relationship in a way and he didn't like being told what to do. I saw him spiral and I was scared for him.

I've always heard all these stories about addicts finding purpose and fighting for their loved ones, so every time he would jokingly talk to me about how high he was and seemed to enjoy it despite my warnings and pleading it made me feel like I was not enough of a reason to get better, as self centered as it may be I was a teen and I felt powerless to stop him, insignificant. People could get better for their children, but not for me.

I knew this way of thinking was flawed and selfish and he was the one struggling, I knew he was a victim. I spent the last of my teenage years and early twenties trying to fight back this feeling so I could preserve our relationship, we always kept in contact but over time he changed and was no longer the person I knew.

He became a stranger, often times incoherent and delusional, his views changed, he was paranoid, his addiction got worse and worse and now all I could feel was pity and guilt, our once good relationship was now reduced to a few interactions where he would ask me for money, I knew I was possibly funding his self destruction and he was likely lying to me but he also needed to pay for medication and so I couldn't refuse him.

I had my own life now, a husband and plans for the future. When I decided to move abroad a few years ago I knew our hug goodbye could be the last, he was broke and unstable but I thought once I was settled and had a job and a citizenship I could have enough money to get him tickets to visit and show him the life I had made for myself like he had done in my childhood.

But then Covid happened, and he would never agree to make calls. Soon after he was diagnosed with cancer, I would ask about his health and he would say he was fine. He wasn't fine, he was smoking 4 packs a day. He got the cancer removed but refused further treatment, he said he didn't have any purpose left in life and no reasons to keep living, he had a stroke and couldn't feel half his body when he was forcibly hospitalized, his cancer had spread and he hadn't been eating for a long time, he hid all this from me, I first heard it from my aunt in tears over the phone yesterday, he tried to escape the hospital in the night and had to be tied up and sedated, he never woke up.

He died alone, all that is left of his family is me and my aunt and we both live in different countries. There is nobody there to even bury him. I feel like I abandoned him. I've always known I would feel this way when this day came, in a way I've been mourning him for many years and have carried this guilt for even longer.

I had the coolest dad, cocaine took him away. I wish this had a better and uplifting message. I just wanted to get this off my chest. He taught me a lot and made me who I am, and I have a lot of great memories with him. He struggled all of his life with his mental health and despite it all he was still amazing and deserved so much better.

He always said that when he was a ghost he would follow me around, I hope he isl!! so I can live for both of us, I love you dad!! and I'm so sorry 🕯️

#personal #extremely so #tw death #tw drugs #I'm sorry for the depressing post

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ilykaveh · 1 year

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yuuji itadori is a man full of love and adoration, and what better way is there to show it?

❀ — content: fem reader, aged up ! characters, dirty talk, praise, overstim, creampie, squirting.

"yuuji!" you squealed your boyfriend's name as he continued to pound into your warm cunt with unwavering vigour.

he'd been fucking you for what felt like forever. the sun was low on the horizon when the two of you had begun, and now the moon hung amongst a choir of stars. you would try to count the number of hours that it had been, though you were struggling to keep a count of how many times the pink-haired sorcerer had made you cum.

"so fucking good for me, baby," yuuji cooed, "you take me so well; 's like this cunt was made for me," one of his hands groped your breast, toying with your stiff nipple. he was enamoured with how your pussy fluttered around him in response.

"please, yu-" you begged, though were cut off by another moan ripping through your throat.

"please what, princess?" he teased, amused by how sensitive you were for him — something that only made him even more intoxicated by you.

"c-can't, 's too much!" you hoped he understood what you were trying to communicate, and being the sweetest man you'd ever met, he did.

"come on, baby. just one more, one more for me, yeah? you can do it, i know you can." his lustful ramblings only made the knot in your stomach grow painfully tighter, to which you whined in response. "i've got you, 'll even play with your pretty little clit 'nd make it faster, yeah?"

yuuji's filthy words made you feel like you were riding high on cloud nine. a warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your body and sent your neurons into a peaceful, blissed-out state. you babbles an affirmative for your boyfriend to resume fucking you at his desired speed, and simply laid back and enjoyed the final stretch of the ride.

"my pretty girl," he continued, "so fuckin' sweet, so perfect," yuuji wasn't thinking, he was just speaking from the heart. he could sense his orgasm nearing, and due to the way that your drooling cunt clenched around his cock, he assumed yours was too.

"doin' such a good job f'me, princes; 'm gonna cum all over y'r pretty tits, yeah? would you like that? g'na mark you as mine; only i get to see you spread out like this."

"no," you mumbled, reaching out to grip yuuji's arm.

"everything okay, angel?" he paused his movements, wide eyes filling with concern.

"wan' you to cum in me, please, yuu," you begged. "please, please, please," slowly, you trailed off.

it was a plea that he couldn't refuse. after all, he knew you'd taken measures to prevent anything unexpected happening. yuuji's pace became increasingly sporadic as he snapped his hips once again, bringing his hand down to massage taut circles around your clit like he promised.

your fists tangled in the sheets, tears threatening to spill past your lashline at the sheer volumes of pleasure. it felt as though your orgasm was a ticking time bomb, dangerously close to exploding.

more incoherent babbling from the two of you led to yuuji's final few pounds, weaker than those prior. with a particular sharp thrust that you swear you felt in your lower stomach, he spilled an unbelievable amount of warm cum into you.

the sensation caused your synchronous climax. white lights blurred your vision as you came harder than you ever had, dizziness taking over. without you having realized, a few jets of squirt hit yuuji's lower stomach. if he had anything left in him, the sight of you right now would be enough to make the man hard as a rock all over again.

without a second thought, he leaned down to entrap your lips against his own. the display of affection anchored you back to reality a little.

"you're perfect, baby." yuuji repeated. his smile as he pulled away made you feel so overwhelmed with love that it was indescribable, a purity that made you forget that you hadn't just spent the past few hours engaged in messy, messy sex.

he waited a moment before pulling out his softened cock from you, eyes transfixed on your cunt as his cum leaked out of you in small globs.

"let me go grab a rag, angel. do you need anything else? food? water? i can run us a bath if you'd like?"

you smiled back at him, giggling to yourself at the soft reminder of why you fell in love with him.

"'s okay, yuu. i just wanna be near you."

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Redemption - Roronoa Zoro Imagine

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Spoilers for One Piece (?)

A/N: This is Part 2 for Betrayal, another Zoro imagine I wrote, so if you haven't read that I'd recommend you do that first.

Summary: After (Y/N) confessed to the Straw Hat Pirates that during their two year separation, she betrayed her boyfriend Zoro and had a child back on the island she was stranded on, she had to leave the group. But once her new home was under attack she had no other choice but to once again hope for the crew's help. Will they forgive her?

Part 3

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Fire... smoke... screams...

She could see the clouds of smoke from miles away. Once she set foot on the island the first things that greeted her weren't the familiar smell of the autumn leaves or the sound of the market place but rather the smell of the burnt down huts and the pleas of the townspeople. Ever since Whitebeard's death two years ago pirates from all over the world set sail in search of the One Piece. It was exactly like after Gol D. Roger's execution all over again. But her little island? This wasn't where the One Piece was hidden. What these pirates wanted was merely to destroy, to pillage and to artificially drive up their bounty...

"We would never do that", the young woman thought to herself, "all our bounties were racked up for far better reasons. Luffy would never allow this" (Y/N) was well aware, that she herself was part of a notorious pirate crew - or rather she had been part of one until recently...

The realization hurt but she didn't have time to keep thinking about her misery. All that mattered right now was the little boy for whom she had given up everything. As fast as her feet would carry her she ran towards the edge of the forrest where the little cabin that she called her home stood.

She breathed a sigh of relief once she arrived and saw that the destruction of the village had not yet reached that part of the island. But she didn't plan to just sit by and wait for that to happen. The people on the island she called her home weren't fighters. If they were lucky there were a few handymen that knew how to handle tools and heavy machinery but that was about it. She knew that she could never take on those pirates on her own - even if she improved her strenght greatly in the span of those last two years. But she knew who could...

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"Are you sure you're okay?", she whispered, not wanting to get caught by the other Straw Hats.

"Pffft.. Never felt better", the swordsman dismissed her worries with a movement of his hand and continued undressing the woman that was lying underneath him. Calloused hands roaming her body, trying to take in as much of her as he could.

"But - But you should rest...", it became increasingly harder to string together coherrent sentences with the way Zoro was kissing down her chest.

"If you insist", with a swift movement he flipped them around and in an instant the witch was now on top her green-haired boyfriend, straddling him firmly.

She started laughing, "You know, that's not what I meant"

Not many people knew Zoro the way (Y/N) knew him. The other Straw Hats would probably describe him as a 'matter of fact' - guy. His playful side wasn't something he kept hidden - not at all. It's just that the stupid jokes were only funny when they left her lips.

"Hey, Zoro. Dinner's ready", Sanji's words pulled the swordsman out of his thoughts. Every since (Y/N)'s confession nobody on the ship acted normal around him anymore - well nobody except Luffy and Robin. Luffy was never the most delicate, which Zoro was grateful for and Robin probably knew that he just wanted to move on. Nami however didn't leave him alone, offered to speak, to be a shoulder to cry on. He appreciated her good intentions but he just wanted to repress the feelings, exercise and drink his pain away. But the thing that annoyed him the most was that shitty cook being so nauseatingly nice to him. Nami told Sanji that she would raise him hell if he even dared to think to start a fight with Zoro. But what she had achieved, was that the only little thing that the swordsman had left of his (Y/N) was now gone too. He remembered how amusing she found the fights he and curly-brows had - so much so that Zoro tried to initiate fights with the cook. But Sanji never took the bait no matter how hard he had to pull himself together. If Nami-swan wanted something from him, he would not disappoint.

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There she was, it was barely a week and a half since (Y/N) left the Thousand Sunny back on Sabaody but yet it felt like a lifetime. The witch took a few deep breaths before slowly making her way over to the ship. She was grateful that Robin told her that the crew would have to make a stop for supplies an island over before heading to Fish-Man Island. On her way over there, she had hoped that she didn't miss them, that they'd still be there and all the hoping seemed to have payed off. But the hardest challenge - convincing her former friends to help her after everything she put them trough - still lay ahead of her.

Much to her dismay the whole group was not only on the ship when she arrived, they were also in the middle of dinner.

"(Y/N), you came back!", Luffy's voice broke the silence. The girl realized that he genuinely sounded happy to see her. She wasn't quite sure if she felt happy that there was at least one person left on this ship that didn't hate her or sad because she had to tell him yet again, that she still wasn't coming back.

But before she (Y/N) could even attempt to say anything, Nami spoke up, "No, Luffy. She's not. What are you doing here?"

Her voice was cold - so much in fact, that (Y/N) needed two attempts to explain the reason for why she was there. Once she finally ended her plea for help there were a solid few seconds where nobody said a word. (Y/N) had mostly spoken to Luffy as the captain of the ship but she knew that it was really the navigator that she would have to convince to help her. She kept her eyes firmly trained on the Straw Hat anticipating his decision. She, of course, noticed Zoro's presence in the room - how could she not? - but right now all that mattered was that the crew agreed to help.

"Please, I wouldn't ask if I had any other choice...", (Y/N) added quietly after a few more seconds of silence.

"Of course, I'm coming to save you, (Y/N)-chan~", Sanji was the first one to speak up in his sing song voice with hearts in his eyes. For him it wasn't even a question at all. All he saw was a damsel in distress and he'd be the knight in shining armour to come and save the day. He could already picture himself as the hero of the battle and all the ladies clinging on to him to show their gratitude. It was Usopp that had to break the flirtatious cook out of his ramble with a slap on the back of his head.

"What are we even debating about? Of course, we're helping, guys! She's one of us", Chopper agreed. The ship's doctor was always a loyal soul. Chopper and (Y/N) both were outsiders before they met the Straw Hats so she knew how important his nakama were to him.

"No, Chopper. That's exactly the case! She's not. Not anymore", Nami objected, "she should've thought about that before betraying the whole crew. We can't always drop everything just because a former acquaintance happens to have a problem"

Nami liked to say that she was only upset for Zoro - and she really was. She knew that the mosshead was utterly in love with the other woman. She could tell from the way he would loosen up around her, she could tell by the way he would look after her to make sure nothing and nobody would ever upset or hurt her, she could tell by the way he was slightly - only slightly - less annoying when he was around her but the truth was also that Nami was hurt for herself too. (Y/N) was her friend, the first girl that joined the group before Robin finally made them a trio. They had talked about their plans and then (Y/N) just chose the domestic life over everything they had dreamed of?

"And what will you do the next time you'll be in trouble? We won't always be around to save the day", the red-head now spoke directly to (Y/N).

"I promise, I won't ever bother you again, but you haven't seen what I've seen. I'm not asking for myself..."

Of course, she wasn't asking for selfish reasons. Zoro knew that. (Y/N) always chastised him for being so stubborn. But the swordsman knew that she was honestly none the better. If he ever told her that, she'd never admit it but it was the truth. And so he also knew that (Y/N) was far to proud to come and ask them for help so soon after leaving the crew - well, except if she had no other choice. But it didn't really matter anyways, if she was in danger or even just in any type of discomfort, he'd always come and save her.

Zoro had heard enough, "We're helping"

It was the first time that (Y/N) looked at him since she entered the ship. She looked like a scared deer with how wide her eyes were. It was clear to him that she didn't expect him to stand up for her at all. Did she really think that lowly of him? Why did that thought sting? If Nami was anything to go by, he should hate her and helping her should be the last thing on his mind but he just couldn't help his feelings. This time it was Zoro that couldn't stand the tension, so he tore his eyes away from his ex-lover.

"Zoro, are you-", Nami seemed unsure.

"Either we all go or I'll go alone, I'm done talking about this", and with those words the swordsman stood up from the table and left the room. When he passed (Y/N) on the way out, he had to side-step as to not bump into her but just that act alone was the closest he's been to her in a long time.

"Guess, it's settled then", Luffy laughed, "(Y/N) lead the way!"

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Zoro and (Y/N) were lying on the deck of the Sunny at the moment talking about anything and eveything. Usually the mosshead would have a afternoon nap but instead (Y/N) and him decided spend some time together soaking up the last sunrays of the day.

"Is there anything else you want out of life?", (Y/N) asked her boyfriend, who had his head comfortable rested on her lap.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... other than becoming the world's greatest swordsman?"

"No, why would I?"

"Well, you made that promise to a friend when you were a child. You're a man now. Isn't there anyhting else that you could wish for? In addition to being the best? I mean what happens once you reach your goal?"

Zoro was quiet for a moment, it was clear to (Y/N) that her lover had truly never ever considered there possibly being more.

"Well, what about you then?", he positioned himself so that he was now looking up at her.

"I guess, I'd like to be married someday", she answered nonchalantly.

"Why?", Zoro's voice dripped with confusion but there was also somehting else... judgement maybe?

"I don't know, I think I just like the thought of having that special bond with a person, you know? Belonging together, having each other's back...", she trailed off towards the end. She could feel her cheeks heat up. Talking about feelings was so much easier when drunk...

"Oi! Everything okay with you?", Zoro sounded amused, "you sound exactly like curly-brows"

"Why? Because I want to belong somewhere?", she was irritated by his reaction.

"Don't be so dramatic", the swordsman rolled his eyes, "you belong to the crew like all of us"

She wiggled her way out from underneath him not wanting him on her anymore.

"Do you really not understand how that's different? I just don't want to be just someone's girlfriend for the rest of my life", she was starting to get frustrated now.

"Just someone's girlfriend? And being someone's wife is better? What kind of goal is that?", (Y/N) could sense that Zoro was not taking her seriously at the moment, which made her even more furious. Unfortunately the witch was an angry-crier, so wasn't long before the tears started to fill her eyes. When he saw her reaction, he added, "Damn, you are so sensitive"

"And you are always so goddamn insensitive! Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall!", (Y/N) knew she shouldn't yell but the way he was talking down to her made her feel so helpless.

"I don´t want to talk to you anyways when you're being so difficult. I should've just taken a nap", he was annoyed by her behavior.

"Fine!", with that she stood up and walked away from her boyfriend but as she was walking inside the Sunny she turned around telling him, "and for your information, the are some things that Sanji actually gets very right, you know..."

She knew that indirectly comparing him to the cook would rub him the wrong way but she really couldn't resist.

"Oi, are you actually trying to start a fight or what?!", Zoro yelled after her, raising his voice for the first time the entire conversation.

Zoro mindlessly sat by the railing sharpening his katanas. Would things be different today had he acted a little more sensitive during their fight? Back then he didn't pay it anymore mind. In fact, he didn't think (Y/N) would've either. They had had far bigger fights - or so he thought - but guess it was more important to her than he anticipated. Maybe he wasn't enough for her... Was she really that unhappy?

"Hey...", Zoro was pulled from his thoughts by (Y/N) herself. It was the first time that she directly spoke to him since her confession on Sabaody, "I just wanted to thank you for speaking up back then. You really saved us"

Us... Zoro felt a sting in his chest. Of course, her new man and their son. Helping her wasn't even a question for him but the thought that she was in that situation to begin with made him angry. What kind of man doesn't protect his family?

"Don't mention it", he grunted, still not looking up from his blades.

"No, I mean it. If it wasn't for you I don't know what I'd do", Zoro couldn't help but notice that the way she was talking to him wasn't as familiar anymore almost like they were strangers. First the crew and now (Y/N) too. All this tiptoeing around made him sick - he wasn't used to being pitied and he didn't like it. One bit. He would almost have preferred it if she had just sad down with him and talked... normally?

As if she had read his mind, she asked him if she could sit with him for a moment. She took the shrug she got in returned as a 'yes' and sat down opposite from him.

"Zoro... I - I really never meant to hurt you", she continued. He wasn't sure if he wanted to have this conversation now but the alternative was her leaving again, so...

"It's my own fault. I should've known better", he answered.

"What? Why would you say that?", the woman opposite of him truly sounded upset with his statement. She was trying to catch his eye but he adjusted himself so that he was now facing the water.

"I wouldn't give you what you wanted. I was too occupied with my goal of becoming the strongest. All the training, the exercising...", he trailed off towards the end. "Logical consequences", he tried to sound unbothered.

The witch furrowed her brows, "No... No, no. Where is that coming from?"

"You told me you wanted to get married someday and I didn't take you seriously"

She remembered the fight but hadn't thought about for ages - especially because - in her mind - it wasn't so big of a deal. But then again, the swordsman also never heard what happened after the fight.

When Sanji entered the dining area the first thing he noticed was a sniffling (Y/N). With the speed of lightning he was kneeling in front of her, tracing soothing cirlces on one of her hands.

"(Y/N)-chan! What happened? Who hurt you?", the cook jumped up from his position on the floor.

"It's nothing, Sanji. Just a little fight", she wiped her tears away and tried to smile up at him.

"Was it that stupid Marimo? I'm going to break his face for making you cry", he was already halfway out of the room before the witch could even react.

"Sanji, no, please don't", she pleaded. Usually she'd be the last person to stop either one of them from starting a fight with the other but this time was different.

When the blond heard how desperate she sounded he stopped in his tracks, instead he turned around and started to prepare some tea for himself and the girl.

Once the tea was served, he sat down with her, so they could talk.

"It's silly...", she tried to dismiss the problem but Sanji wouldn't have it.

"How silly can it be if it makes you cry?", at the mention of her tears she swore there were distinct flames in his irises.

"It's just... Zoro and I were talking about our goals in life and when I told him I'd like to get married someday, he didn't seem to like the idea"

"How could anybody say 'no' to a proposal from you? I would marry you in an instant ~", where the witch had seen flames a moment ago, there were now hearts in his irises.

"Oh yeah? Sanji, no offense but you'd marry any woman that's not on the tree by three", she couldn't help but laugh, "But in fact, I wasn't proposing to him. We were fighting because he's just so... insensitive? You know, sometimes it's like only his thoughts and feelings are what make sense to him and so other thoughts and feelings are irrational and therefore not valid..."

"Stupid.. selfish.. douchebag.. mosshead..", Sanji was talking more to himself than to the girl sitting opposite of him, "why are you even putting up with him? You could easily find a better man that would cherish you and worship the ground you walk on"

The witch was sure the cook was talking about himself but let it slide for the moment.

"I love him", she shrugged, "what you don't understand is, that I'd rather have a thousand fights and never ever get married than to marry somebody else"

In that moment, the cook genuinely could feel how serious the girl was.

" - but don't tell him that. Otherwise, I'll never get him to tie the knot", she quickly added.

"I wouldn't dream of it", the blond confirmed.

"So, and now let's make dinner, yes? I'm starting to get hungry", (Y/N) was nudged Sanji in the side, a bright smile lighting up her face.

To further cheer her up, the cook promised to prepare the witch's favourite meal for dinner and (Y/N) was happy to help and spend some more time with her friend.

(Y/N) was in the midst of stirring one of the many pots, that were cooking on the stove - with Luffy as their captain a single dish would never be enough - when she heard Zoro's voice from outside the kitchen.

"Oi! (Y/N) come quick! There's something I want to show you"

The girl turned to the cook, who by the look of it was busy with adjusting the taste with seasoning so every dish was nothing short of perfect.

"Is it okay if I leave you to it now?", she smiled.

"Are you sure? The stupid marimo didn't even apologize"

"Positive", she shrugged, "I'm not angy anymore and I'm sure he isn't either. Why waste time being pissed at each other when you could also just spend the time that you have together being happy?"

And with that she skipped towards the door leading to the deck where her stubborn, stupid marimo headed boyfriend was already waiting for her. But just before she could leave the kitchen she made an abrupt stop, returned to where she left the cook standing and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which almost made the receiver levitate.

"Thank you, Sanji"

"Zoro, no... There's nothing you could've said or done differently that would've changed anything. I'm... so sorry", she hoped that this would convince him that it really wasn't a 'him-issue' and that he shouldn't give up on love all together, but he remained silence. When she realized that he wouldn't answer her she made a move to get up but just before she could leave Zoro spoke up.

"I don't hate you, you know?", it was the first time during their conversation that he had looked at her - really looked her in the face. She could see that he still loved her. He has always been bad at articulating his emotions but that was okay for her because she could always tell how he felt about her. He showed her. Two years of seperations didn't change that.

She didn't expect him to say anything now - least off all that. Of course, she felt glad to hear it but still she couldn't help but to feel guilty... like she didn't deserve forgiveness for all the pain she caused.

"I wouldn't blame you", she sat back down.

"I could never. Three days are one thing. Two years a whole nother", he shrugged, "Besides, Nami hates you enough for the both of us"

The witch sat there shocked but once she saw Zoro's smirk, she let out a relieved laugh.

"I think Nami hates me enough for the whole crew", she giggled.

The two of them started teasing each ofther and for a moment it felt like before. Before Sabaody, before (Y/N)'s confession, before their separation.

"By the way, I like your dress", the woman told Zoro with a deadpan look. It took a few moments for her words to register in his mind before he started yelling.

"Dress?! Are you blind, woman??"

When she saw how frustrated he was with her she couldn't hold back her giggles.

Their laughs could be heard all over the Sunny, much to the bewilderment of a certain navigator.

"Look at that! How could he be laughing with her like that after everything she put him through?", she turned to Robin.

"They love each other. Feelings don't change from one day to another"

"Well, for her they apparently did...", Nami retorted.

The older woman sent the red-head a knowing smile but chose to stay silent.

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The battle was in full effect and (Y/N) was in awe of how strong everybody has become over these last two years. Even the self-proclaimed coward trio of Usopp, Nami and Chopper did a lot of damage to the enemy crew. A lot of parts of town have been destroyed during the fight but the witch knew that this was the lesser of two evils and the townspeople would work together once everything was over to build it up again.

"They're like vermin!", Nami shouted. She was right. The pirates weren't strong - at least not compared to the Straw Hats - but they were many and they were everywhere.

"Doesn't matter. We're stronger", Ruffy laughed.

During the fight (Y/N) felt like she never left the crew, working together like a well maintained machine. For a moment she forgot about the struggles and that all of this would be only temporary - that they would leave once the threat was over - but then a loud explosion pulled her back to reality. A cloud of black and grey smoke rose up from just outside of town where the forrest began.

"My house!", the young witch shouted, "I need to go- I need- I-"

The others could see the genuine fear in her eyes as she was running towards where the flames were blazing up from afar.

"I'm coming with you", Zoro started to follow her.

The girl stopped in her tracks, "Wait, no you can't come"

"Why? Don't be ridiculous. You'll need help"

"Yes, but not from you", she her voice sounded urgent, "Sanji? Can't you come? Or Robin?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? You're wasting time!", the swordsman was getting angry. Why would she rather want the waiter's help before his? He could keep her safer that any body else on the crew but of course she had to be stubborn again.

"Both of you are wasting time. I'm coming", Robin interjected. Zoro tried to object but before he could both of the women already took off.

"What are you hiding, (Y/N)?", the older of the two asked.

"You'll see soon enough"

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Once the fight was over the forrest floor around the hut was littered with pirates. Neither (Y/N) nor Robin believed in taking prisoners. Fortunately, (Y/N)'s little house and garden were unscathed.

"How?", Robin was puzzled.

The younger woman sent her a bright smile, "That's Mim's doing"

"Mim?"

And so (Y/N) told her about her mentor. Mim was an older woman - an old hag to be specific - that took care of (Y/N) when she landed on her island two years ago. She was strict and a little grim but also extremely warm-hearted and as chance would have it, she was known as the island's sorceress. At first (Y/N) believed that it was only hearsay, like it had been in her home village, but she quickly realized that the old lady was an actual witch and better yet - she would teach her.

"I see. So, your mentor protected your home with a spell", Robin concluded as the both of them walked over to the little hut.

As they walked up to the door, an old woman and a little child came up to them. When Robin saw the little boy with the green hair and the outstreched arms, she quickly realized why (Y/N) was so against Zoro accompanying her.

"You need to tell him, (Y/N)"

"I can't, Robin. It wouldn't change a thing"

"You don't know that", she insisted.

But before (Y/N) could give an answer, they heard the voice a certain green-haired swordsman.

"What wouldn't change a thing?"

(Y/N) stiffened up. When Zoro saw the little boy in her arms his eyes immediately grew wide. The whole crew waited in anticipation.

It was the toddler that broke the silence with his babbling, signaling for his mother to be wanting to be let down. Once she set him down the little boy immediately started to wobble his way over to Chooper, where he promptly fell on his behind and happily started to wildy gesture around.

"Is that - ? Why did- ? When-?", Zoro was lost for words and so were the others. It was Nami that spoke up first.

"(Y/N)...", she walked over to the other girl and hugged her tight, "I'm so sorry"

"You didn't know", she assured the navigator, "to be honest? I probably would have reacted the same way". She sent her friend a half-smile.

"Ma-ma?", the toddler demanded his mother's attention, two fists full of Chopper's fur in both of his chubby hands.

"Ah. No, no. Leave the nice Tanuki alone, honey", she walked over to the little boy scooping him up in her arms again, ignoring the ship doctor's protests over the misidentification.

Zoro cleared his throat to get her attention back to him. As much as he enjoyed the moment of reconciliation, he still thought there was some things the two of them had to talk about.

Within seconds the mood switched yet again and all of a sudden everybody was reminded of the reality of the situation they were in.

"Maybe we should give those two a minute or two...", Robin suggested.

"Yeah", (Y/N) answered but didn't take her eyes off of Zoro, "Sanji, why don't you cook something nice for us? The fridge should be stocked...". Her suggestion was met with instant approval from their ever hungry captain.

Sanji just nodded, still not having processed the newly gained information. How could the marimo be a father??

Nami made grabby hands towards the Mini-Zoro in (Y/N)'s arms. Usually she was rather unimpressed with babies. But this was different. This baby belonged to her best friend and... Zoro.

"Come to aunty Nami", (Y/N) didn't hesitate for a moment to hand him over to the red-head. Had it been Luffy or Usopp she'd think twice but she trusted Nami to take care of her baby.

"I'll leave you two to it, so you can talk", the navigator continued, "What's the little man's name by the way?"

"Oh, I decided to name him Sanji", (Y/N) answered seriously.

"Excuse me?!", Zoro was shocked.

"Just joking! I'm sorry", she tried to calm the mosshead down. From behind her, she could see Usopp and Nami snickering behind their hands and Sanji nearly dying of heart palpitations. "It's Sora", she added quietly as the others left her and the swordsman alone.

"Is (Y/N) coming back now?", the witch heard Chopper ask somewhere in the background but she didn't have the mental capacity to think about anything but Zoro at the moment.

"Sora...", he repeated thoughtfully once they were alone, "Does he- does he have my name?"

(Y/N) felt anxious. Would he like that?

"Well...", she started but had to stop because she didn't know what to say, "I mean... yeah?"

"Roronoa Sora...", Zoro didn't know how to properly express his feelings in the moment. Hell - he didn't even know himself. But he knew that he liked the sound of that.

"Why didn't you say anything?", he asked her. It was almost like a plea.

"Would it have changed anything? I didn't want to burden you"

"Burden me?", he was in disbelief, "How could you ever burden me?"

"Don't you understand? I was alone on this island. All alone and I had to make a decision" she was getting emotional - for the first time since her confession. There were no more jokes and funny digs to mask how she really felt.

Zoro felt terrible, he knew how hard it was for her to feel isolated and then to go through something like this without any help? When they first got together he would've never thought that he'd ever grow so attached to the girl but it didn't take long for him to really fall madly and deeply in love with her. Sometimes he'd feel bad that couldn't really express how he truly felt for her but he promised himself he would do anything in his power to protect her. But he couldn't even do that.

"You had your goal... and... and... I never wanted to hold you back", (Y/N) couldn't stop the tears from falling anymore. Being separated from him was the worst feeling in the world but she would give up everything and more for him.

Zoro pulled her into his chest, holding her close and tucking her head underneath his chin. From the way hear hands would immediately grab at his robe, it was noticeable how much she missed his touch.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry you had to go through all that. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry you felt like you had to lie", he hated that she felt like she had to protect him. The crew - especially Nami - had been so terrible to her, "I love you more than anything..."

She pulled back and looked up at him. Tears still streaming down her face. Even now, he couldn't help but to think how beautiful she was. And for the first time in over two years his lips met hers.

The kiss wasn't hungry or sensual. Zoro could taste the salt from her tears on her lips but it didn't bother him at all.

Once they broke apart she smiled up at him, "I've missed you"

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"Are you sure?", Nami shouted down from the Sunny.

"A pirate ship is no place for a child", (Y/N) answered back.

It's been a week since the fight. The townspeople were already in the process of building up what's been broken and it was time for the Straw Hats to move on. Of course, the offered the witch to join them again but nothing changed for her. She had to think about her son first and foremost - as much as she would miss life on the sea. Most of the crew already boarded the ship. It was only Zoro left on the beach with (Y/N) and their son.

"I guess it's goodbye then, huh?", the witch had a sad smile on her face.

"I promise it's not forever. As soon as Luffy is pirate king I'll come back for you... both of you", the mosshead still wasn't the most secure in his new role as a father but as long as he had (Y/N) he knew that it'd be alright.

(Y/N) went in for what would be the last hug for a long, long time, "Promise me you'll be safe. Who's gonna make you take care of yourself when I'm not there?", she smiled.

The two of them exchanged a few more kisses and 'I love you's before the crew told them it was time to depart. During the last hug, Sora, who was seated in his mothers arm reached, out and grabbed his father's cheek with a happy laugh. Zoro furrowed his brows for a moment but then quickly started grinning.

"And you keep an eye out for your mother, yes?"

The toddler babbled as if to confirm that he understood his father's order.

A loud sob disrupted the family moment. When they turned to the Sunny they saw the whole crew smiling down at them - much to the discomfort of Zoro, who was still not entirely at ease with PDA. It was Franky that the initial sob came from. The cyborg has always been prone to tears but on closer examination it was almost the whole crew that was at least a little teary-eyed. Everyone except Luffy, who had a puzzled look on his face.

"Oi, that baby looks like Zoro..."

That sentenced earned him a hefty slap at the back of the head from nami and a hearty laugh from (Y/N).

"I'm gonna miss you guys so much", she smiled through tears.

"We'll be back before you know it, (Y/N)-chan~", Sanji shouted down to her.

"Oi! Let my girlfriend alone! Nobody's gonna miss you", the swordsman, who had joined the others on the ship by now, yelled at the cook.

(Y/N) stayed on the beach listening to the two of them fight until they were too far away to make out the words anymore. Then she turned to the little mosshead in her arms.

"Guess, it's just us now huh? Roronoa Sora..."

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Tag List: @ikissnishiki, @multi-writer-personal-blog

#roronoa zoro x reader #one piece imagine #roronoa zoro imagine #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro imagine #one piece x reader #one piece

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lumpyspaceprincess05 · 4 months

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Til death do us part

Pairing: Luke Castellan x daughter of apollo!reader

Warning: angst, betrayal, violence, mentions of blood

Word Count: 1.3k

Author note: I really hope you like it!

Summary: After Luke admitted to working with Kronos, he wants you to escape with him. Will you go?

Tensions were high, why wouldn't they be? Luke brought Percy out into the woods where he figured everything out. He was the traitor that they had been desperately searching for. Now, he wanted to recruit Percy to help Kronos with his plan of revenge against the gods for what they had done to him before Zeus took over.

After his failed attempts at convincing, Percy lunged at Luke, sword in hand ready to deal the first blow, but Luke was faster. Always had been. He smirked as the sound of metal clashing over and over echoed through the quiet forest.

Luke was becoming increasingly frustrated. He was angry. This was not how it was supposed to go. By all means, he was not losing. Well, that was until Annabeth removed her invisibility cap and revealed herself to Luke. His smile dropped. If she was here then that means you must be close by.

He already wasted enough time.

The adrenaline coursed through his veins as he fought back even harder against the two he once considered his friends. He eventually overcame them and they were now sprawled on the dirt, trying desperately to regain themselves and capture him.

"Luke!" Your voice echoed as you finally emerged from the tree line. As soon as you saw him, you felt relief and ran over to him nearly knocking him over after jumping into his arms. He smiled as he steadied himself and wrapped his arms around you in response.

You pulled away and cupped his face as you examined him for injuries. "What happened? It sounded like a fight was going on. Are you hurt anywhere?" Your anxiety settled a little as you saw no bruising or blood on his person.

"(y/n), I'm fine. See?" He took hold of your hands that cupped his checks and just held them in his. He looked deeply into your eyes as he gently caressed the back of your thumbs.

"(y-y/n)...get away from Luke." Annabeth coughed, finally regaining her strength. Your head snapped around and you saw both her and Percy lying on the ground and covered in dirt. Also, was that blood falling from Annabeth's cheek.

You quickly rushed over to them wondering how you hadn't noticed them before. "What the hell happened to you guys?" You slowly helped your friend sit up and guided her to lean against the tree.

"It was Luke." She quickly coughed out before losing her breath.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean by that, Annabeth?"

"He's the traitor. He stole Zeus's master bolt and Hades' helm to start a war with the gods. He and Ares used Percy to deliver the bolt to Kronos himself-" Your heart broke at this revelation.

You stood from her side and slowly walked back to where you left Luke standing. A tear rolled down your cheek as you looked at your boyfriend. He avoided eye contact with you, feeling guilty that you had to find out this way.

"Tell me that she isn't telling the truth." And when he remained silent, you had your answer. "Why, Luke?"

He ran a hand through his hair wondering if he should bring you into this. He then spoke.

"The gods need to pay for what they've done to us, and Kronos is the only one able to make that happen," he stepped forward and brushed a loose piece of hair behind your ear before finally settling on your cheek.

"I'm doing this for you, for us. Don't you get that? I want us to be free from our parents. Free to make our own choices. Free from the monsters that want to hurt us. I don't want to live in fear of their wrath anymore. Worrying every single day that we'll never be good enough for them. That they can claim us and just easily disown us without any remorse." He poured his heart out as tears left his eyes. How did I not notice that he reached his breaking point? Have I really been that oblivious to his feelings?

The both of you were in tears. Luke quickly wiped his away as he turned towards the treeline. He grabbed his sword and began cutting into the air until a portal of blues formed.

"I love you, (y/n). I want to love until the end of life itself, but I can't do that with Zeus still on that throne." He reached his hand out to me. "Come with me, please."

The world stopped. Your eyes moved between his open hand and him.

Did you want to go with him? Of course, you did. You would follow him to the very ends of the earth if given the chance. Why would you even consider declining his offer? You loved him with all your heart, mind, body, and soul, and you would do nothing more than spend the last of your days fighting by his side.

He looked at you with desperation you had never seen from him before. He knew you would come with him, but he had a tiny little piece of doubt when you started hanging out with Percy, Annabeth, and Grover. Did their ideals get to you?

There was a war coming and your lover wanted you close to him. This was the only way he knew he could protect you... if you left with him.

You quickly wiped your tears and raised your hand up to his, but a quick shot of a small sword prevented them from joining. Luke cursed under his breath when he saw that Annabeth had quickly recovered her strength and now she held Percy's sword, ready to finish him off once and for all.

Luke quickly grabbed hold of your arm and turned you around with your back to his chest. He held the sword against your neck.

"Drop your weapon if you don't want me to hurt her."

You quietly called him wondering why he was doing this. You had already agreed to go with him. Why did he have to put on a show if the both of you could just run to the portal? You just decided to trust his judgment. He would never hurt you.

"You're bluffing. You'd never harm her." Luke scoffed as he pressed the sword harder against your neck. It made a small cut into your skin and blood trickled down. Ok, that stung a little.

"Do you want to test that theory, Annabeth? Do you really want to be the reason why one of your friends doesn't make it out of here alive to see the sunrise tomorrow?"

She thought about it. Luke was not in his right mind anymore so who's to say he wouldn't go through with his threat. She slowly lowered her weapon and watched as Luke walked backward pulling you along until he disappeared into the portal.

You were both gone.

Percy groaned as Annabeth rushed over to help him up. She quickly wrapped one of his arms around her neck and her free arm around his waist.

"I can't believe that he hurt her. That seems out of character, even for him." He rolled up his sleeves and looked at all the bruises that had gained from the fight.

"It was all a show." She said, matter-of-factly.

"What do you mean?" She shook her head. Oblivious as always.

"He was offering her a way out."

"A way out of what?"

"If Luke held her with a sword to her neck, who's to say she went with him out of her own free will." The cogs started to turn in his brain and a light bulb went off. His face dropped soon after that revelation.

Guilt plagued his mind. "Do we have to tell Chiron about this?"

Annabeth remained silent as she gathered her thoughts. "I didn't hear their conversation really well. Did you? What I just told you right now was just purely speculation." She stated before they began their journey back to camp.

#luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan angst #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson characters #luke castellan imagines #luke castellan

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fayesia · 6 months

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Okay DONT JUGDE ME PLEASE but I have an idea for mike schmidt. Okay so basically she(y/n) gets these new meds for the two of them it was basically like had idk what it's called but sm that makes them horny af and yk what happens next and also they r just friends when this happens. U can fill in the details with whatever.

a/n: Ahh no trust me i’m not one to judge people ever about what they’re into and stuff like that, obviously it’s different when i’m asked to write about smtg i’m uncomfortable with or if it’s illegal, but nonetheless here it is, i apologise in advanced as i did rush to get it posted but ye enjoy!! 😭

warning: most of my replies to requests i get don’t include warnings but please keep in mind before reading that this will contain ⚠️drugs, taking of drugs, irresponsible drug use!!⚠️ other than that it’s just the usual smut stuff :)

“come on you’re not gonna pussy out on me now are you?” you jab at Mike knowing he was the one boasting about the drug being a placebo that wouldn’t work.

“of course i won’t since i know it doesn’t even work. whoever sold it to you just got a free 30 dollars.” he looks down at you kneeling in front of the living room table slicing the pill in two. You were told by the seller that it was a hormone enhancing pill that was basically just stronger weed, so you were being cautious about how much you both took.

“ok fine hurry up give it here” sitting down next to you, Mike grabs one half swallowing it down in one go, you do the same. After 15 minutes neither of you feel anything.

“see i told you, it’s a fucking scam”

“no no we must’ve not taken it right, come on one more chance pleaseeee” you whine looking at him with your hands clasped together.

“fine. only cause your my best friend” “mike..i’m your only friend but ok”

Taking out two more pills you grab a cup using the base to crush them into a fine powder, with your credit card you finely crush it and seperate the pile of white powder into two even lines. Meanwhile Mike neatly rolls up a dollar bill leaning forward to snort up one line, handing the note over, you sniff up the powder feeling a sharp sting in your nose leaning back against the couch to relax and let everything settle.

First there was nothing and suddenly so much was happening all at once. In two minutes you and Mike had gone from sitting beside each other dazed as ever to feeling heat all over your body. The sensation causing you both to remove layers of clothing to avoid any effects of what felt like heatstroke. “god what the fuck is happening y/n?” you hear Mike say as he removes his clothing leaving him in a pair of black boxers, “idk mikey everything’s so hot and suffocating” you respond back stripping down to just your bra and denim shorts.

You feel the heat rising especially at your core, the denim shorts getting increasingly more uncomfortable once you’ve soaked through your underwear. Raising your head you notice Mike sitting with a pillow on his lap, “Mike…is that what i think it is?” Before he can reply you’ve already removed the pillow, the sudden movement of his body attempting to hide his raging hard on shocks you as you fall on top of him. His arms support you pulling you on top of his lap as you straddle his thighs. Not even caring at this moment, you grind your pussy against his thigh the rough denim rubbing against your clit as more liquid gushes from your pussy. A dark spot forms on your shorts as Mikes hands grab your hips to push you down harder. He abruptly stops,unbuttoning your shorts and pulling them down, he flips you over on the couch so your legs hang off the edge while your back lays on the seats. Kneeling down between your legs he spreads your thighs apart, fingers digging into the soft squishy flesh.

“fucking soaked aren’t you”

“please do something please”

“say it i wanna hear you”

“please touch my pussy”

His nose brushes across your clit through the thin material of your thong as his fingers rub you you’re getting increasingly wet. He quickly rips at the flimsy strings leaving you bare to him, your folds glisten with your wetness as you feel it dripping down. His fingers enter your mouth as you suck on them like you would a lollipop, tracing down past your hardened nipples and to your clit. The first few seconds after contact has you writhing around on the couch, things only getting more intense once you feel Mikes mouth on you. His tongue explores every crevice, caressing your delicate folds and spreading your juices all over. He spits on your clit watching it drip down before collecting it with his index and middle fingers, entering your tight hole and watching it stretch. you moan at the intrusion finally being filled by something, his two fingers feeling like three of your own. You’re so close to coming, his fingertips rubs harder and harder against the soft sensitive spot inside of you, until he removes them. your eyes shoot open widening even more once Mike flips you over onto your front holding both your hands above your head, you’re barely able to turn your head due to the position of your shoulders. The tip of his cock is pulsing and red as it rubs between your folds, poking at your sensitive clit.

The gentle movements lulling you into a further daze, however that’s quick to end once his dick starts easing into your pussy. It’s a tight fit and you weren’t sure about how much would fit but Mike just said “gonna stretch you til’ we fucking make it fit”, his words have you moaning into the couch, spit dribbling from the side of your mouth the more that he enters. His cock is about three quarters in and you’re sure you can’t take any more, that is until he starts pulling out and pushing back in.

Finally he’s all the way in and you’re pulsing around him, your channel trying to fit around the girth of him.

“ok i think it’s fine, you can move”

his thrust start picking up speed, the sound of his hips smacking against your ass bounce off the walls of the room, his heavy balls slap against your clit adding to the pleasure.

“fuck mikey harder please, i’m so close omg”

He picks up the pace going faster and deeper into you, his cock pushes hard against your g-spot spurring you closer to the edge.

“baby i’m gonna cum, fill you up nice and full, fuck you everyday you want that?”

“yesyes please i need you, cum for me baby”

He continues ploughing into you, hips stuttering as he tilts his head back releasing a low guttural groan, you can feel drops of liquid releasing every time he pulls outwards. Finally a stream of Mikes cum pools inside of you, his groans grow softer the more that spurts out, your pussy clamps down on him and more of your come is leaking down his length the droplets staining the couch. Mike rolls over off of you to lay on the couch beside your panting body. The two of you are covered in a sheen of sweat, out of breathe and still coming down from the effects of the drugs you both took. After a few minutes you’re both still in your underwear, Mikes head resting on your lap while you stroke his hair, the two of you thinking about having a discussion on what this would change about your friendship but with the state of high you were both in that topic was for another time.

“well now that we’ve proven it works what do we do now?” Mike asks looking back up at you.

Reaching over to grab something off the table you simply smirk and wave a small clear packet containing two pills, identical to the ones just taken around and hour and a half ago.

~unedited~

#smut #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf smut #josh hutcherson smut #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt x reader

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chocochipsushi · 4 months

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𝐎𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬!

SFW

🌸Word count: 713 words

🌸AU: Toji x clumsy bimbo reader (part 2)

🌸A/N: I got inspiration for this scenario from tiktok (again lol) and thought it was so cute I needed to write it out.

<< Part 1

You are walking towards the workshop where you see Toji towering over a timid-looking man staring up at him. Your lips stretch into a wide grin as your hold on the strings of some helium balloons tighten in excitement.

It is Toji’s birthday and you bought a present and a bunch of balloons to surprise him with. You wonder if he will like them. He decorated your room filled with pink and red balloons on your birthday this year so you wanted to do the same for him, but with black and white balloons since those are pretty much the only colours he wears.

You see the man he is talking to flinch and cower when Toji reaches out to tap his cheek scarily, almost condescendingly. Deciding that this would be the best time to announce your presence, you prepare yourself as you adjust the black box under your arm and the balloons in your hand.

Except, when you were rearranging the balloons in your hand, the gift box slips so you try to clamp your arm down on it. In the midst of doing so, your fingers loosen around the strings and the helium balloons are carried away by the wind.

You stand there in shock for a second, just staring at the floating balloons before trying to jump and catch them fruitlessly. Your heart starts pounding with anxiety.

“Toji!!!” you call out instinctively. Your boyfriend can solve everything. You glance at Toji, who has his hand stationary in the hair of his mechanic, his head turned to you. “Toji!” you cry out again, feeling increasingly more helpless and useless now.

Immediately, he pushes the man’s head away roughly and strides over to you. He glances up in the sky when he sees you staring upwards.

“I got you balloons because it was your birthday and they flew away!” you whine, feeling tears spring to your eyes just as you voice out what had happened.

“Aw, baby, thank you,” Toji coos, quickly placing a hand on the back of your head to hug you to his chest even though your head is still turned to look at the escaping balloons.

“Toji…” you sob as you watch your gift float away.

He turns your chin gently so you are facing him, and he notices your tear stained cheeks. “Princess. Why are you crying?”

“Because! The balloons flew away!”

He looks up again to follow your finger pointing at the helium balloons. It is a good thing that it is not even evening yet so the black and white dots are still visible in the sky.

“It’s okay. I can see them.” You only cry more at his pacifying tone. He cups your face in his huge, rough hands. “Oh, baby. I can see the balloons! Thank you.” Toji leans down to kiss you on your warm lips but it only makes you sob harder. Your boyfriend pulls you into him and engulfs in a tight hug. “Oh, Princess…” he coos into your hair. “We can buy more balloons.”

You wrap your arms weakly around his sturdy frame and cry into his chest. “I’m so stupid, Toji…”

He kisses your crown and pulls back slightly. “You’re a sweet little thing, that’s what you are.” He wipes your cheeks with the back of his hands. He glances down at the bulky thing in your arm. “You got me another present?”

“Yeah…” You sniffle and hold it out to him.

Toji takes it as he undoes the neatly tied ribbon and opens up the box. He sees a pair of black leather gloves. He takes them out and looks at you inquisitively.

“The weather’s cold now so you need something to warm your hands while you’re riding,” you murmur thickly with a pout, still upset.

His scarred lips tip into a smile. Putting the gloves back into the box, he holds your face again with his warm palms and leans down to drop a gentle kiss on your nose, then your lips.

“You’re the sweetest. Thank you, Princess. For the gloves and the balloons.”

“Oh, the balloons!” you start crying, now reminded of it again.

Toji lets out a defeated chuckle. To him, you’re a cute little mess he never wants to stop cleaning up after.

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blakeswritingimagines · 2 months

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You're Dealing With A Goddess

Summary: When no offer is made to the old dragon goddess, she takes matters into her own hands.

Warnings: Fear play, Dub-Con, Dom Rhaenyra, Sub Fem reader, Fingering, Aphrodisiac, Anal play, Eating you out if you squint.

Word Count: 3.3k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

The village is a small farming community located in the Riverlands, perhaps near Harrenhal. The village is largely ignored by the rest of the Seven Kingdoms, however, they do have several run-ins with a dragon that likes to come by and wreak havoc and get its sacrifices from innocent locals. As you step out of your humble home in the small village nestled deep within the heart of the kingdom, you can feel the weight of the oppressive atmosphere hanging over it like a thick cloak. The villagers go about their daily routines with a sense of resignation and fear etched onto their faces. They know all too well the terror that comes with living under the shadow of the dragon that demands a human sacrifice once every year. You hear whispers among the villagers about how the dragon has grown increasingly impatient with the delay in fulfilling its annual demand for a life taken from their midst. It's clear that time is running out and the tension in the air is palpable. "What's going on?" You ask innocently.

The villagers looked at each other with worry on their faces. "The dragon's hunger will not be denied," they whispered. You realize now that the village hasn't offered up their sacrificial victim yet, and the dragon's hunger grows with each passing moment. The large figure of the dragon looms over the village, its massive form casting ominous shadows as it surveys the scene below. Its cold gaze takes in everything, missing nothing as it waits patiently for what it knows will come eventually. As the day wears on and the sun begins to set, the dragon lets out an impatient roar, signaling that its patience is reaching its limits. The sound sends a chill down the spine of everyone in the village, including you. They know all too well what happens when the dragon gets angry - homes are destroyed, livestock is consumed, and people are killed or enslaved. With each passing minute, the tension in the air grows thicker, making it harder to breathe or think clearly. Feeling the weight of the dragon's presence pressing down on you, you start to panic a bit. Your mind races with fear and anxiety as you try to come up with a plan to save yourself and your fellow villagers from certain doom. You look around at the other terrified villagers and realize that they are just as helpless as you are against such a powerful creature. The thought of being chosen as the sacrificial offering sends shivers down your spine, but you know that there's no point in hiding or trying to escape since the dragon can easily detect any attempt to flee. You decide that your only option left is to accept your fate and hope for the best.

The dragon takes a few more steps towards the center of the village, its claws scraping against the ground as it approaches. Its cold breath billows out in clouds that freeze whatever they touch. The villagers huddle together, looking for safety in numbers while also trying not to draw attention to themselves. As night falls and the dragon finally makes its way into the middle of the town square, it raises one massive foot and places it firmly on top of a nearby building, causing it to crumble into dust and debris. The sound of the collapse echoes through the streets, adding to the general feeling of dread and despair. The sound of the collapsing building causes the entire village to freeze in terror as they watch in horror, not daring to even breathe loud enough to be heard. When the dust settles, the villagers look around at each other in fear and silence. No one says anything, because they know that saying something wrong might attract the wrath of the monstrous beast. They sit in complete silence waiting for the inevitable.

The villagers gasped in shock and horror as the building collapsed, their faces filled with terror and disbelief. They realize that the moment of truth has arrived, and anyone could be chosen as the dragon's next meal. You feel your heart rate increase as you try to remain calm and focused despite the fear coursing through your veins. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to find the inner strength needed to face your fate head-on. As the dragon moves through the streets, its gaze sweeping over the gathered crowd of villagers, they can almost feel its power emanating from its body. It takes its time, taking its time to inspect each person carefully before making a decision. The longer it takes, the more nervousness and anxiety grip the villagers. Children start to cry, adults start to pray, and some people start to consider desperate measures in hopes of avoiding the monster's wrath. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the dragon stops in front of you. You find the courage to look into its piercing eyes without flinching.

Your heart skips a beat as the dragon speaks directly to you. You swallow hard and force yourself to look the monstrous creature in the eye, trying not to show any signs of weakness or fear. Despite your bravado, you can't help but feel a bit terrified as you realize that your time has come. "Me?" You ask hesitantly, not quite believing that you've been chosen as the offering. The thought of being eaten alive or whatever was planned by such a massive creature fills you with a mix of horror and dread, but you know that there's no use resisting or fighting back. You must submit to your fate with grace and dignity, especially since the dragon seems to find you acceptable as a sacrifice. The dragon moves with surprising speed and agility, considering its massive size. In just a few strides, it carries you away from the village and deeper into the surrounding forest. As they move further into the darkness, you can't help but feel a mix of fear and curiosity about where exactly the dragon plans to take you. "Stay quiet," the dragon growls warningly, its voice like an earthquake rumbling in your ears. It's clear that any disobedience or resistance would be met with immediate punishment. After what seems like hours of walking through the dense forest, the dragon stops in front of a large cave entrance. With a deft motion, it releases one of its arms from around your neck and uses it to push you inside the dark opening.

As the dragon enters the cave, you can hear the sound of water dripping and see flickering torchlight dancing on the walls. The smell of damp earth and decaying vegetation fills your nose, making you feel a bit queasy. Despite your fear, you remain mostly composed as you follow the dragon deeper into the cave. When it stops in front of a large rock formation that serves as a natural altar, you realize that this is where you'll be offered up as a sacrifice. The dragon sets you down gently on the altar, positioning your legs apart and restraining your hands above your head with one of its arms. Its other hand reaches out and grazes your cheek softly before moving to wrap around your throat, preventing any chance of escape or protest. The dragon moves around the altar, preparing for the ritualistic part of the offering. Its free hand retrieves a small knife from somewhere within the cave, and then it returns to stand between your spread legs. The tip of the blade hovers dangerously close to your throat, ready to make the first incision should you try anything foolish. "Now," the dragon commands, "stay still and let this happen." It leans down and nuzzles against your neck, inhaling deeply before starting the process of cutting into your exposed flesh.

The dragon's massive form looms over you, its presence dominating the entirety of the cave. Its hot breath washes over your exposed skin, making you feel terrified. As the dragon's body starts to shift and change, its scales rearrange themselves into a more human-like form. In moments, the dragon is gone, replaced by a tall and slender woman with long, silver hair that cascades down her back. She wears a flowing black dress adorned with intricate gold patterns, accentuating her curves and highlighting her ample bosom and narrow waist. As the dragon transforms into Rhaenyra Targaryen, you find yourself both amazed and terrified. The transformation is so sudden and complete that it takes a few moments for you to process what has happened. You see the beautiful woman standing before you, her body almost ethereal in its beauty and elegance, and realize that you are about to become a living sacrifice to this mythical figure. The thought of being consumed by such a powerful and alluring creature fills you with fear, and you struggle to maintain control over your emotions.

Rhaenyra Targaryen moves closer to you, taking in every detail of your exposed body with an intense curiosity. Her silver eyes lock onto your frightened ones, studying them carefully as if you were a work of art. As she gets within reach, Rhaenyra's hand extends and gently traces one finger along the curve of your chest, causing your heart rate to accelerate even further. "Do not be afraid," she whispers softly, "for I am not here to harm you… much." Without warning, Rhaenyra's other hand reaches down and cups one of your breasts, squeezing it gently but firmly. Despite your fear and anxiety, you feel a surge of arousal as Rhaenyra's hand touches your breast. The sensation is foreign and overwhelming, but not entirely unpleasant. You find yourself unable to look away from those captivating eyes as they continue to study you with an air of curiosity and desire. You stutter, "w-what do y-you plan to do with me? Eat me or use me as your plaything?" You don't know why, but there's something about Rhaenyra's alluring presence that makes you want to please her, even in the face of certain death.

Rhaenyra's touch is both tantalizing and intimidating, leaving you feeling both aroused and terrified. The combination of pleasure and pain is exhilarating, and despite your fear, you can't help but crave more of the woman's attention. As you hear Rhaenyra's assurance that you're being honored to be devoured by such a magnificent creature, a small part of you starts to believe it too. Rhaenyra's free hand moves lower, brushing against the wetness between your legs before finally settling on one of your inner thighs. She spreads your legs wider apart, exposing you completely to her gaze. You couldn't help but let out a soft moan, unable to resist the sensation of cool fingers teasing your sensitive folds. The combination of arousal and fear creates an intoxicating cocktail of emotions that leaves you feeling both vulnerable and empowered. You wonder if this is how people feel when they're about to be consumed by something so powerful and overwhelming. Rhaenyra's other hand continues to massage and squeeze your breast gently while her fingers slowly penetrate your dripping pussy. The contrast of pleasure and impending doom makes your heart race faster and your breathing become more labored. "I… I'm ready.."

Rhaenyra's hand continues to explore your wetness, her fingers expertly probing and teasing at the entrance to your pussy. She watches with a mixture of fascination and desire as you react to her touch, her own arousal growing stronger with each passing moment. As she feels you start to come apart under her ministrations, Rhaenyra decides it's time to make things official. "Open your legs wider," she commands softly, "and let me see everything." She removes her hand from your breast and moves it to grip one of your hips firmly, pushing you further onto the altar table and exposing you completely to Rhaenyra's gaze. You comply without hesitation, spreading your legs wide open and baring everything to Rhaenyra's unblinking inspection. You can feel the heat radiating off of Rhaenyra's body as she stands above you, looking like an ancient goddess come to life. Your breath catches in your throat as Rhaenyra's eyes fixate on your dripping pussy and glistening clit. The combination of fear and anticipation makes your pussy twitch and leak even more, adding to the visceral display of your readiness. Rhaenyra's free hand reaches down and wraps around one of your thighs, pulling you closer to her face so she can breathe in the scent of your arousal.

Rhaenyra's hand focuses solely on exploring your pussy, running her fingers deep inside of you and gripping onto the outer lips with a gentle force that suggests she won't be gentle for very long. As you come apart beneath her touch, Rhaenyra watches with rapt attention, her expression a mix of excitement and hunger. She pulls her hand away from your soaked crotch and stands up, stepping back slightly to admire the sight of you lying helplessly on the altar table. "Such a delicious offering," she murmurs, "I can hardly wait to taste you." As Rhaenyra steps back to admire her naked and vulnerable offering, you lie there panting heavily, your body still quaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. You feel like a piece of meat being displayed in a marketplace, and the thought excites and terrifies you at the same time. You watched as Rhaenyra approached a bowl of liquid on the side of the altar table and dipped her fingers into it, coating them with a mysterious substance. "What are you doing?" You ask breathlessly, not able to take your eyes off the woman's mesmerizing movements.

Rhaenyra finishes dipping her fingers into the bowl and walks back over to where you lie on the altar table, your body still trembling from your recent climax. She brings her coated fingers close to your face and holds them just out of reach, allowing you to catch a whiff of the sweet scent emanating from them. The scent is intoxicating, a heady mix of honey and vanilla that seems to cloud your mind and heighten your arousal even further. As Rhaenyra moves closer, she leans down and places one of her coated fingers against your lips, urging you to take a taste of the delectable substance. A predatory grin on her face. Her body looms over your prone form like a predator stalking its prey. With a slow, deliberate motion, she brings one of her slick-covered fingers to just outside of your entrance and then pushes it inside, stretching your walls gently before pulling it out again. "I'm preparing myself," she explains simply, "to consume you."

As Rhaenyra's slick-coated finger enters your tight entrance, you gasp and arch your back, feeling both pleasurable pressure and a sense of dread building within you. You watched in awe as the woman stretched your walls apart, getting ready to devour you completely. The idea of being consumed by such a powerful and alluring creature sends shivers down your spine, making your body tense with anticipation and excitement. "Are you really going to eat me?" You breathlessly ask, unable to contain your curiosity or your growing arousal. And with that, she pushes another finger inside of your pussy, filling you completely with her presence. Rhaenyra nods, her eyes locked onto yours as she continues to insert more fingers into your waiting pussy. She can feel the tightness surrounding her digits giving way slowly but surely, allowing her to penetrate deeper into your warm depths with each passing moment. "Yes, my dear," she replies softly, "I plan on consuming every last bit of you." She adds another finger, pushing even farther into your wet sheath until her thumb is resting against the entrance to your rear entrance. "And once I have tasted you, there will be nothing left for anyone else." Her words are spoken with a mixture of confidence and determination, conveying the unwavering certainty of her intentions.

As Rhaenyra's fingers fill you completely, pushing past the point of no return, you let out a soft moan and close your eyes, surrendering yourself completely to the experience. You feel a surge of heat and wetness flow through your core as you realize that you're being penetrated fully by the alluring woman standing above you. The sensation is both foreign and exhilarating, sending shivers down your spine and causing your heart rate to accelerate even further. "You… You're really going to eat me…" As Rhaenyra's thumb presses against the entrance to your rear entrance, you let out a gasp and open your eyes wide in surprise, unsure of what to expect next. Rhaenyra can feel the tightness and warmth enveloping her thumb. With a slow, deliberate movement, she pushes it inside, feeling the resistance give way as her digit slips inside. "Indeed I am," she confirms, "and soon I will have consumed every last inch of you." Her voice is low and seductive, almost hypnotic in its intensity. She adds another finger alongside her thumb, working to stretch out your tight muscles and prepare you for whatever may come next. "Now, close your eyes and relax," she instructs gently, "and think only of how good it feels to be eaten alive."

Rhaenyra continues to work her fingers and thumb inside your tight rear entrance, gradually increasing the pressure and depth of her penetration. She can feel the tension building in your body as she takes possession of both your front and back entrances, marking her territory and claiming her prize. "Such a delicious treat," she murmurs softly, "to consume someone so completely." Her voice is low and sultry, like a siren's call drawing you ever closer to the edge of climax. As Rhaenyra's fingers and thumb continue to penetrate you deeply, you let out a long, drawn-out moan and tossed your head back, exposing your throat to the altar table above you. Your body is now fully under the spell of the alluring woman's dominance, and you find yourself completely at her mercy. "Oh, Goddess…" You breathe, "I'm yours to do with as you please…" Your words are barely audible, lost in the maelstrom of pleasure washing over you, as you surrender completely to the sensations enveloping you.

Rhaenyra watches closely as you lie before her, eyes closed in anticipation and submission. She can sense your complete surrender and eagerness to be consumed, and it only serves to heighten her own arousal. "Very well," she says with a satisfied smile. With a single motion, Rhaenyra pulls her fingers and thumb out of your puckered back entrance, leaving you completely open and vulnerable to the ultimate act of consumption about to take place. She leans forward slightly, savoring the sight of your spread legs and glistening pussy before her, and then brings her mouth close to the gaping hole left behind by her digits. "time to feast."

Rhaenyra hears the whispered words from you and smiles wickedly, her eyes glinting with triumphant satisfaction. She knows she has claimed this beautiful sacrifice completely, and there is nothing that can stop her now from consuming every last inch of the trembling figure lying beneath her. "Such a devoted follower," she comments, "it's truly a pleasure to have captured someone so willing to be devoured." Her voice is a mix of amusement and lust, reflecting her delight in having complete control over your fate.

"Now." She says firmly, "Prepare for the ultimate act of submission – allowing me to take everything you have to offer." As Rhaenyra's voice declares that the time has come for you to offer up everything you have, you hesitate for a brief moment, then obediently lie still, waiting patiently for the alluring woman's next move. "Please… Consume me…" You whisper softly, not able to resist the overwhelming desire washing over you. The thought of being completely owned and possessed by Rhaenyra fills you with a sense of euphoric abandon, and you find yourself yearning for it with every fiber of your being. "Take everything I have to give…" You add, barely audibly, as you lay vulnerable and exposed upon the altar table, awaiting Rhaenyra's final command.

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update 3/26/24

Hey, long time no speak! I’m here to quickly inform you all about two things:

1. I have permanently removed all of my writing from here because I’m getting increasingly freaked out by chatbots, tumblr farming content (as if opting out will do anything), and all other creepy and nefarious use of AI to steal writers’ work. Writers and other creators are treated like absolute shit on here and I feel too protective over my own work. A lot of my masterlist also didn't feel representative anymore, and knowing it was all here was making it harder to write. I’ve felt sort of chained to my tumblr account, so for my own psychological wellbeing I just have to cut it off.

My current writing is on my AO3 and I am regularly updating it there, however a lot of my old stuff has been privated cause I’m not happy with it at this point. I have backups of everything, so if there’s a specific piece of writing you miss and that you can’t find on my AO3/you can’t access AO3, please message me on discord at chloeangelic and I will make it available for download/send you the file!

2. I will not be returning to tumblr in any capacity, not now and not in the future. I will not stick around to answer messages either, so if you’re reading this and want to talk, I have logged out permanently, and the only way to get in contact with me is on discord or in my AO3 comment section. I go back and forth on deactivating this account, and it might happen in the future, so be prepared for that possibility.

In case you didn’t know I left tumblr and you’re feeling like the pikachu meme right now, feel free to read this.

I hope you’re all having a great year, and I’ll see you on AO3! <3

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reasonsforhope · 1 year

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How can I stay positive regarding the wildfires?

It can be really hard in the face of so much destruction. I don't know how much anyone can specifically stay positive in the face of disasters like this -

but I can give you some thoughts about how to let hope live alongside everything else you're feeling about this, and how to avoid spiraling and remember that this is not proof that we're doomed.

Possibly relevant note lol is that I've lived my whole life in California, so suffice to say figuring out how to move forward among the consequences and destruction of massive wildfires is something I'm definitely not new to.

I remember walking to my classroom in elementary school, about 20 years ago now, and it was literally snowing ash around me. This too shall pass.

Take a few deep breaths. I know it's cliche but it's also important

Zoom out in terms of perspective: Wildfires can make the sky look apocalyptic (like I said, I have lots of experience with this!), but they are regional, and they always end. These wildfires are awful but this specific wave of fires is happening in just one country in a huge, huge world. There's far more land that isn't burning

Canada is about to get substantial international aid in fighting the wildfires - there are already 200 additional firefighters headed over from the US and France, and Canada (Quebec specifically) is also already in talks with Costa Rica, Portugal, and Chile about additional firefighters/resources. Help is on the way and these numbers really will make a big difference, and as the disaster continues (unfortunately it is uh...pretty early in fire season), more help will be sent. People are doing what they can to help, because in the face of disaster, that's what we're wired to do

There are actually MUCH better fire management plans than just about anyone is using, esp in North America but that we COULD implement and increasingly WILL going forward. A lot of the wildfire situation these days is because of the West's incredibly wrongheaded derision toward traditional Indigenous land and ecosystem management practices, including cultural prescribed burns that keep massive wildfires from happening. California in particular is already partnering with several First Nations to revive prescribed burns, to significant success. As fires continue to be terrible, more and more places will get on board with this. We can and will implement practices that will truly change our situation

Cultural burns work because, ironically, the reason for the wildfires is that "is that we've been so good at putting out every fire possible that it has led to overly dense forests and a buildup of burnable material like branches and dry vegetation" that makes wildfires much worse in a number of ways. At lower intensity, however, as with cultural burns, forest fires can actually have huge environmental benefits

Finally, every time a natural disaster happens like this, as awful and destructive as they are, it serves as a wake-up call for thousands of people and adds both ever-mounting urgency and ever-mounting evidence to the importance of fighting climate change, which really does translate into action. For a lot of people, "saving the environment" feels super distant - but you know what feels super immediate? Saving their homes from burning down (or getting flooded or otherwise destroyed, etc. etc.) In 2021, the UN ran the world's largest climate survey, across 1.2 million people and 50 nations, and almost TWO-THIRDS SAID THAT CLIMATE CHANGE IS A GLOBAL EMERGENCY THAT WE NEED TO WORK HARDER TO ADDRESS. Imagine that 10 years ago! That other third of people aside, this really is real and massive progress

Also, every time there's a big disaster like this, climate change deniers look more and more baldly ridiculous. Think about it: How often did you hear US Republicans bullshitting about climate change denial 10 years ago? And how often do you hear them doing it now? In fact, there's increasing evidence that Republicans really are shifting on climate change (mind you they're managing to do it in an obnoxiously somehow pro-fossil-fuel way, but it's still a major sea change). Some of them are literally calling for a clean energy transition, and Kevin McCarthy himself (guy in charge of the US House right now) created a task force for to a conservative climate change agenda that acknowledges climate change is real. There's now a conservative climate conference that does active lobbying and a House Conservative Climate Caucus, which somehow has SIXTY MEMBERS. Again, something that would've been unimaginable just six or seven years ago.

Every acre that the fires burn this year is an acre that's pretty guaranteed to not burn next year, for what that's worth. (And I do think it's worth mentioning, esp with such a high number of acres)

The battles are going to be hard, but I truly believe that even the ones we lose often bring us closer to winning the war.

Fires burn, but life always grows back.

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itsjustrosee · 26 days

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hihiii !! could you maybe do a highschool au minho x fem!reader fic based on the song "wet dreamz" by j. cole?

i've always loved that song and always wanted to see a fic based on the story in it ahhhh

bro I kid u not that is literally my favorite fucking song YES I WILL DO THIS. this gotta be one of my fav requests

Wet Dreamz (Minho x fem!reader)

Context: Tmr highschool au, listen to Wet Dreamz by J. Cole, that's what this fic is based on, (the song is a bit 18+ jus letting yall know)

Warnings: Spice, smut, and cursing

Word count: 4.4k

! I proof read but there might still be spelling mistakes !

Minhos heart beat quickly while you gently and slowly removed your shirt, revealing the white laced bra you had on underneath. Minho's breath hitched and the boner in his pants hardened as you began taking off your shorts in front of him. Clothes scattered the floor as Minho looked at you up and down, his eyes staying on your body as if trying to commit the image of it to his memory.

Stepping towards him, you guided his motions and helped him remove his shirt. Minho griped your hips gently as he brought you closer to him, putting you on his lap as you wrapped your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck. Minho leaned in first and merged his lips onto yours.

Your tounges worked in unison as they began pushing and pulling apart with each other. The tension in the room was heavy and thick as you both continued to kiss each other, becoming more desperate and needy. Minho could feel himself grow harder under you and he couldn't wait to get more of you.

Before the situation could escalate any further, you pulled away, looking Minho in the eyes as you began to speak. "Minho," you whispered calmly and softly into his ear.

"Yeah?" Minho asked with a slight hesitation in his voice. He wasn't even sure of what he wanted to hear you say exactly, but he was hoping that it would be along the lines of you wanting to go further with him.

Everything at that moment felt like a haze as you brought your face back to look at him. As you opened your mouth, Minho expected to hear your voice and the words he so desperately wanted to hear you say, but instead, he heard the opening cords of the Eye of the Tiger by Survivor, ringing in his ears.

Suddenly Minho woke up, drenched in sweat as he jolted up from his sleep. His heart beat fast as he looked around his room, but you were nowhere to be found. Eventually, his brain caught up with him, realizing what had happened.

It wasn't the first time he had had a wet dream, and it definitely wasn't the first time he had had a wet dream with you in it. He sighed as he shut off the alarm on his nightstand, which was gifted to him by Thomas, who had somehow programmed it to play Minho's favorite song instead of a boring old alarm. However, the song was starting to become increasingly more irritating each and every morning.

As Minho got dressed and brushed his teeth, getting ready for school, his mind couldn't help but wander back to you.

You were another senior in Minho's grade and he only shared one class with you. Math. Even though Minho was a relatively smart kid, he hated math. I mean, who didn't? But the only thing that made up for it was the fact you were in his class.

Minho would be lying if he said he didn't have a crush on you. He'd also be lying if he said that whenever you were near him his heart skipped a beat and his cheeks reddened, but it's not like he could help it. You were gorgeous. The way your long (H/C) hair fell over your shoulder when you spoke, or how it swayed when you walked, was enough to make Minho pass out. You had a slim and fit figure that Minho couldn't help but fantasize about. Let alone that, but you also had an ass that made people look once the first time, then do a double-take to see if it was even real.

It's not like Minho only liked you for your looks though. There was so much more to you than that. You were probably one of the funniest people Minho had ever met, and you also had the personality of an angel. The way spoke could make any guy faint after hearing it, and Minho almost did after hearing you talk to him for the first time during class.

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It was early September when Minho stepped into math class on the first day of school. He walked through the door, looked at the seating chart, and sat down. When you walked into the room, Minho's eyes were on you and only you as you stepped towards the teacher's desk, asking her something that he wasn't able to make out. He was lost in thought as his mind began racing, so when you came over and asked him something he didn't even hear you the first time.

"Hello?" You spoke and Minho's heart melted after hearing your voice.

"Oh hey. Sorry did you ask me something?" Minho said, his mind finally beginning to catch up with him again. He took a moment to get a better look at you as he realized you must've been a new student because trust me, he would've been able to recognize a face and a smile that beautiful from a mile away.

"Yeah, I did, but it's alright." You said with a chuckle while pausing for a moment before continuing, "Are you Minho? Mrs. Johnson told me that's who I was sitting next to." You spoke while referring to the teacher sitting at the front of the room who began to stand up, eager to start her lesson.

"Yeah, that's me. And you would be?" Minho asked as you began to sit at the desk next to his. Minho thanked every god there was that for some miraculous reason, you were assigned to sit next to him.

"I'm (Y/N). It's nice to meet you Minho." You said while giving him a warm smile that made Minho's cheeks flush.

Ever since that moment, Minho and you only grew closer. Talking to each other so much during math to the point where the teacher got so mad that you both were forced to communicate through passing notes.

But that wasn't the only thing that had grown since then. Minho's feelings for you grew more and more intense every single day and he didn't know how much longer he could try and hide them for.

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"Minho!" Newt exclaimed as he nudged Minho's shoulder, snapping him back into reality.

"Jesus Newt what is it?" Minho asked as he rubbed his eyes with his hands and readjusted himself in his chair as he sat up further. His mind began to come back to him as he reevaluated his surroundings, remembering that he was in the library with Newt. They had both made the habit of visiting the library during their free period to work on schoolwork or to just talk with each other.

"I literally called your name like five times." Newt said with a scoff before looking at Minho dumbfounded, "Dude we're supposed to be working on that project we have in Latin?" Newt says while trying to catch his daydreamer of a friend back up.

"Oh shit right," Minho replies with a sudden realization. "Sorry man, my mind has just been somewhere else today," Minho said with a sigh as he took out a binder from his bag on the ground to the left of him, setting it on the table he and Newt were currently sitting at.

Newt, who was to the right of him sitting in his own chair, rolled his eyes before speaking again, "Right, and when you say 'somewhere else' you really just mean off thinking about (Y/N) right?" Newt questions with a smirk on his face while Minho glares at him.

"Oh fuck off Newt," Minho says while looking at Newt, who appears to be too busy staring behind Minho than at him. Minho turns around to see you walking over and immediately his face reddens. He prayed that you hadn't heard what he and Newt had been talking about just a moment before.

Newt shot Minho a look as you walked between the both of them, your voice making Minho melt as you spoke, "Hi Minho, Hi Newt. What are you guys up to?"

"Oh uh- nothing much, I was just working on our Latin project," Minho said with an awkward smile while running his fingers through his hair.

You gave him a nob but before you could reply Newt spoke, "You mean I was working on our Latin project while you were busy daydreaming." Newt said with a chuckle, a wolfish grin spread across his face as Minho began to stare daggers at him. His gaze radiated 'Say one more thing Newt and I swear to god I will kill you'.

You replied with a giggle as you began to explain, "God I am the same way. I'm sure my chem partner hates me." turning to look at Minho with a warm and sympathetic smile that made Minho's heart skip one too many beats. He often wondered how you could just effortlessly make Minho's heart quicken and mind spin. Maybe you had some sort of superpower. Minho wasn't quite too sure what it was.

Minho chuckled in response to your statement. How could anyone ever hate a girl like you? He thought to himself, though he knew better to than to say something like that aloud.

Minho hears you mumbling a curse under your breath as you take your phone out of your pocket and look at the time. "Oh shit- I totally forgot that I promised I'd meet Brenda at her locker during her free." You say while fumbling with your phone and Minho sees you presumably shooting a quick apology text to her before putting it away. "I gotta go before she gets even more mad at me, but it was nice seeing you guys." You explain while giving Newt a wave goodbye.

You take a couple steps around Minho to his left and right before you are about to keep walking away, you stop to put your hand on his shoulder.

"I'll see you next period." You say with a smile while giving Minho's shoulder a quick squeeze and Minho can only smile in reply as the words he planned on says got caught in his throat.

As you removed your hand from his shoulder, Minho could only watch as you walked away. Was that real? Was he dreaming again? He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, wondering if you even knew how your actions had such an effect on him.

Newt once again knocked Minho out of his thoughts with his patronizing laugh, "God you're down horrendously for her."

"Shut up"

"You should tell her how you feel. That's all I'm saying," Newt said while putting his hands up in innocents.

"Yeah maybe. But I don't think she'd like me back." Minho sighed as he spoke, clearly defeated. He would want nothing more than to tell you how he felt but the fear of rejection was definitely holding him back.

"No, she would Minho," Newt says with certainty before continuing, "It's so obvious with how she looks at you."

"Really?"

"Really," Newt confirms after giving Minho an encouraging smile as he puts his binder and other random scattered papers back into his bag.

"OK then. I think I'm going to tell her." Minho says while smiling to himself as he too puts away his binder and anything else he had taken out of his bag.

The bell rings as Newt and Minho get out of their seats and walk out of the main library doors and into the hall. Before Newt and Minho can go their separate ways Newt speaks, "Go get 'em tiger" He says with a chuckle as he pats Minho on the back.

Minho says his goodbye and walks away chuckling but then the realization sets in. Shit, he had math this period. If he was going to tell you how he felt he would be doing it then.

And now Minho was slightly freaking out.

He calmed his nerves as much as he could as he walked into the classroom and over to the pair of desks you both sat at. Of course, you were already there, greeting Minho with a warm smile as he sat down.

You both started to make small talk about each other's days and the math homework before the period started but once the second bell rang, your math teacher glared at the both of you to stop talking. But that never really meant that you guys stopped talking.

You pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil and you began to write on it. And this had become a normal occurrence for you both, almost a routine of sorts.

One of you would get out a piece of paper and jot something down so you could continue your conversation that way. Most of the time you guys talked about random stuff, or maybe gossiped about the people in our grade, but it wasn't really anything beyond that.

Minho couldn't tell if this was going to make things easier or harder for him to confess to you. But before Minho could stress himself out any further, you slid the note to him. After his eyes skimmed what you had written, he wondered if he was actually going crazy.

The note read: have you ever had sex before?

Minho read it ten times over to see if he had actually read it properly the first time. He wondered if his scrambled fucking brain was just starting to imagine things, but after looking at it for the 15th time he realized it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him.

Minho glanced over to you as he began to reply but you weren't looking at him, though he could still make out the slight blush on your cheeks and the shy smile that tugged on the ends of your mouth.

As Minho grabbed a pencil from his bag he began to reply. In this scenario, he thought the best option was to lie his ass off. Who knew what you were going to do if he said no.

Minho slid the paper back over to you which now had another sentence below where you had previously written, stating: Of course I have, I'm like a pro.

Minho was trying to make the situation slightly more joking because he didn't know what else to do. He was trying his hardest to play it cool. For all he knew, you would reply with a joke back because he still wasn't sure if you were being serious. Minho's anticipation for a response grew more and more as he waited.

Finally, you slid the note in Minho's direction once more. The note read: Oh so you're a pro? I want you to show me. then a line below that, you continued: My parents are gone for the weekend, so maybe you could come over Saturday?

Minho couldn't believe his eyes. Not at all. Were you joking with him? I mean, even if it was just a joke, he might as well play along, right?

Sounds like a plan, Minho wrote back on the paper and handed it over to you. Once you read it, you looked at him for the first time since this note conversation began and smiled at him. Minho watched as you folded the paper away and put it in your pocket, returning your attention to the lesson.

Ok so now, Minho was mentally pissing himself. Though you were one to make jokes, You'd never tried to make any jokes about this type of thing. Minho could tell though that you were actually being serious.

For the rest of the duration of the class, you and Minho whispered hushed conversations to each other instead of note-passing and thankfully your teacher hadn't noticed. Your conversations continued like usual and by the time class and school were over, Minho thought that he dreamed the whole situation up. That was until he received a text message from you, telling him to be over tomorrow at 8. You didn't need to tell Minho where you lived because you've been to each other's houses to study for upcoming math quizzes/ tests, so you didn't mention anything about it in the text you sent.

After staring at the text for about ten minutes, Minho came to his senses and actually realized that this whole thing was going to happen. That still didn't stop him from stressing out about it though.

I mean he hasn't even gotten past second base, and now he was going to lose his V-card to you? Not only that but he literally lied about not being a virgin in the first place.

Minho sighed as he lay down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. It's not like he hasn't watched his fair share of pornos, he obviously knows what to do, but that's not what was worrying him. He couldn't be happier than to have his first time with you, that was for sure. And if you wanted to have sex with him, that would mean you had to have some sort of romantic interest in him, right? Minho's main concern was whether he'd be good enough. What if he was terrible and you never wanted to talk to him again?

Minho took a deep breath in and exhaled deeply as he stared back at his phone. Nothing would go his way if he kept overthinking it.

I'll be there, he texted back.

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Minho's heart beat fast as he pulled his car into your driveway at 8. Before he left, he called and told Newt what was going on, and obliviously, he freaked the hell out. It was safe to say that that didn't help Minho's nerves. After the initial shock, Newt gave him a quick pep talk and now he was actually feeling relatively confident.

As Minho walked out of the car and up to your front door, nervously fiddling with his sweatpants pocket to make sure that he had remembered to bring condoms. He knocked once on the door and after a couple seconds, you answered it and welcomed him in with a warm smile.

"I'm glad you could come." You say while leading Minho inside.

"I'm glad you invited me," Minho said with a smirk as he followed you. On the way upstairs and to your room, you got into your usual small talk with each other, and Minho didn't feel nearly as much pressure as he had before.

You eventually came down the hallway and stopped in front of your room. You twisted the knob and opened the door, walking in front of Minho as he followed. This wasn't Minho's first time in your room and it almost felt normal as you sat down on your bed crisscross apple sauce, patting the space next to you indicating for Minho to sit down.

There was a small moment of silence as Minho sat down next to you. Minho noticed there was very little space between the both of you as he turned his head to look at you, propping your arms behind you on the bed while you sat. Minho realized that there was something about you he just couldn't describe. It's as if words failed to properly explain how beautiful you were in his eyes. Maybe it was your eyes and how their vibrant color glistened even when they weren't in the light.

"What are you staring at, huh?" You said playfully, tilting your head while turning to look at Minho.

"You're just really beautiful," Minho replied, the words coming out before he could even understand what he was saying.

You leaned closer, putting your hand on his cheek, thumb lightly rubbing his freshly shaven skin as you spoke, "Do you say that to every girl before you're about to sleep with them?" a grin spreading across your face as you asked.

"Nope, only with the ones I really like," Minho said as he joked with you.

You chuckled in reply as Minho put his hand over yours. He twisted his torso to get a better angle of you. It was quiet for a moment before anyone did anything else. Minho quickly broke that silence by leaning into you, merging your lips with his, and you reciprocated it quite quickly. The kiss was gentle and passionate as he continued, savoring what it felt like to be so intimate with you.

You held the kiss as you swung your legs over Minho, straddling him as you did so. Minho moved his hands under your shirt and up your back, sending waves of electricity coursing through you. You moved your hand on his cheek to the back of his neck, playing with strands of Minho's black hair as you did so. Your other arm found its way up Minho's shirt, tracing each one of his defined muscles delicately.

Minho only melted into your touch further as the kiss continued. He became more hungry and desperate as you allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He kissed you like his life depended on it as if he was just dreaming and he could wake up any moment.

After tugging on the hem of his shirt, Minho pulled it off, your shirt coming off as well, not too soon after. Minho became drunk from the skin-to-skin contact and he could already feel himself harden under you.

Minho broke away from the kiss first, leaving the both of you breathless as he flipped you over so your entire body was on the bed, Minho positioned himself over you. His hands were placed on either side of you and he was on his knees, in between yours. You smirked at the sudden control Minho was taking, and he viewed that as a sign to keep going, so he did.

He kissed you once more, his lips biting down on your bottom lip as they traveled down your jaw and your collarbone. You took your shorts off, revealing your white lace panties before you turned your attention to Minho's pants. You unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. Minho got the hint soon after and pulled them down all the way, tossing them over the side of the bed before continuing where he left off, giving you hickeys all over your neck. You moaned as he sucked at the sensitive parts of your neck and collarbone, which only make Minho get even harder than he was before.

You notice how hard Minho has gotten and you take your hand, gently tugging on the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down far enough for his cock to spring free. You lick your hand and begin slowly rubbing Minho up and down, a soft groan escapes Minho's mouth as you do.

"Minho," You say, your voice breaking slightly.

"Yeah?" Minho asks while looking up at you, a little worried that he may have been taking things too fast.

"I-I want you." You reply while putting your hand on his cheek again.

Minho could only grin as you said this and he quickly bent over the side of the bed and grabbed a condom from his discarded jeans pocket. He ripped open the packaging, sliding the condom on as he pulled your panties to the side. He began aligning himself with your entrance but before he did anything he looked back at you.

"Wait Minho." you said before continuing, "I know you've done this before, but this is my first time," you explained, slightly embarrassed to admit it.

"Don't be worried baby, I'll be gentle I promise," Minho said into your ear as he slowly pushed into you.

You moaned loudly as your walls stretched as he entered you further. Your pain and discomfort quickly turned into pleasure as he entered you fully. He kept one of his hands on your hip and the other holding your hand above your head You kept your hand securely around his back as you arched into him. You loved the way he made you feel, and as his thrusts began slowly, you couldn't get enough of it.

"You're doing perfect sweetheart," Minho muttered into your ear as he continued. As he kept thrusting, he kept letting you know how well you were taking him. He loved praising you and letting you know how good you were doing, which only made you feel even more turned on.

Minho sped up his pace slightly and he could already feel himself get closer and closer to his climax and by the way he felt you tightening around him, he could tell you were close too.

"Minho I'm close," you moan as he continues to pound into you.

With one final thrust, both you and Minho finished at the same time. You moaned loudly and Minho felt a wave of ecstasy crash over him as he kept his cock in you for a few moments after finishing. He pulled out gently and took off his condom, tying a knot around the top and throwing it in the trash can in the corner of your room. Minho grabbed his boxers and pulled them back up as he towered over you, standing on his knees with his back straight.

Minho kissed you on the forehead then got up from the bed quickly and grabbed a washcloth from your bathroom. He came back out from the bathroom with a damp washcloth in his hand as he got back onto the bed, repositioning himself in between you. He opened your legs and began to clean you up, which shocked you because you hadn't even known after-care this nice even existed.

"Thank you," you muttered shyly as Minho tossed the washcloth into your hamper and readjusted your panties.

"Of course baby," Minho said, giving you another kiss while lying down next to you. You turned onto your side towards Minho, resting your hands on his chest while he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He pulled your covers up and over the both of you with his free hand.

"So I'm guessing you wouldn't mind staying the night?" You ask while looking up at Minho, a small smile forming at the edges of your mouth.

"If you want me to," Minho said, his voice hopeful.

"Well obviously I'd want you to, what kind of question is that?" You said with a giggle as you looked into Minho's pretty brown eyes.

"Alright then, I just was just making sure." Minho replied, chuckling back with you, "So I'm guessing you had a good first time?"

"I had the best time." You said with a genuine smile, making Minho's heart tug at the strings.

"I'm glad." Minho sighed while kissing you on the forehead once more. He stroked your upper arm with his thumb as you rested your head on his chest. Your eyes fluttered close and you'd fallen asleep, and before Minho could realize it, he began to drift off as well.

Ok guys here is YET ANOTHER minho fic, per request. I'm sorry if it seems a bit rushed, But otherwise, I gotta say I'm pretty happy with how things turned out. considering it was a bit difficult to actually piece this whole story together and make it make sense with the song. If that makes sense. Lmao

Thank you again for all the support yall have been giving me, reading your comments fills me with sm joy you have no idea.

Btw I have seen all of your requests and I promise I'm getting to them!

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Love Untold (OT8 x F! Reader)

Chapter 23

Paring: BangChan x Y/N

Genre: smut

Warnings: 18+, blowjob, overstimulation

Word Count: 3873

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Due to the work of your parents, you are forcet to constantly move. However, this time moving houses let to interesting and unusual events. You met 8 handsome boys at school and somehow you managed to move in with them. How will your fate go?

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Your parents' text messages were becoming more and more persistent. It was getting harder and harder for you to hide it from the boys. It was becoming increasingly difficult for you to keep your emotions in check. You often locked yourself in your room, covered yourself with a blanket and cried. You felt powerless, you were afraid that you would have to go back to the people who hurt you so much.

And today was just such a day when you felt particularly shitty. Tonight was sleepless and hard. There was a huge confusion in your mind, your parents' messages showed that they were getting closer to finding you. You didn't know who to turn to. Contact with Sebastian seemed too risky since your parents could control him. But you also didn't want to bother any of the boys. After all, they had enough of their own problems.

You looked lazily at your phone, it was 2 p.m. You decided it was the right time to finally get out of bed and leave the room where you had been staying for several days. You put on some stretched out sweatpants and tied your hair in a messy bun. You didn't pay attention to your appearance at all, you didn't care if you looked beautiful or like a total bum.

You reluctantly left the room, blinded by the bright light that wasn't in your room. Squinting slightly, you headed towards the kitchen to eat whatever you could find in the fridge. All the time you were locked in your room, you weren't eating well, in fact, you could almost say you weren't eating at all.

You were only one thing away from starving yourself because Minho brought you home-cooked meals every day. The boy must have guessed that something was wrong, because often when you didn't open the door for him, he left food at your door, with a note attached with some nice words written on it.

Stretching, you crossed the threshold of the living room, but stopped mid-step to look around the room. Surprise was evident on your face as your eyes fell on the walls decorated with colorful garlands and balloons, and the table groaning under the weight of gifts caught your attention.

You were confused and started to wonder what was happening and who this celebration was organized for. You repeated all the boys' birthdays in your head, but none of them had even close birthdays. Unless you couldn't keep track of time and got the dates wrong. However, before you could comprehend the situation, a group of your close friends entered the living room.

"Surprise!" They shouted at the same time, causing surprise to appear on your face.

The boys smiled brightly as they stood in front of you, ready to wish you a happy birthday.

As the initial shock left your body, you felt your entire body warm up from the warmth of their gesture.

"I completely forgot it was my birthday today!" You laughed lightly, still unable to believe what the boys had prepared. "Thank you very much. It makes my day.”

"No problem, Y/n! We're here to support you and make you feel special!" Chan smiled, coming to hug you.

“We will do everything to make you feel special every day. “ Minho placed a sweet kiss on your cheek.

Their words brought tears to your eyes. You were touched by their kind gesture, but you were also sad that you distanced yourself from them so much and they would steal the moon for you.

"We have prepared something special for you." Changbin added, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

At this time, Felix entered the room, holding a huge handmade cake. This made you completely fall apart. You made a wish “ That this moment would last forever and that you would never have to leave them.” And you blew out the candle.

You lived this beautiful moment, you were happy to have them next to you. The boys were racing to give you gifts you never dreamed of having. You got a big teddy bear, beautiful perfume and much more. Finally, it was Hyunjin's turn, and he was the only one waiting calmly for his turn.

He brought you a beautifully packaged, quite large but narrow gift. You had absolutely no idea what it was. You carefully tore the decorative paper and saw a hand-painted picture of all 9 of you. Tears flooded your eyes again, you didn't know what to say, you were touched. You simply snuggled tightly into Hyunjin's chest, who hugged you back and gently rubbed your back, assuring you that your emotions were normal.

“I really don't know what to say. I love you guys. I love you so much. I'm sorry I've been acting like this lately, but my parents are getting me down. “ The smile on the boys' faces quickly turned into consternation. After all, you didn't tell them anything about the increasingly frequent threatening messages from your parents.

“Y/n, you can always tell us if something is bothering you. You know we will always listen to you and try our best to help you.” Han said, sitting down next to you and wrapping his arms around you.

You looked at all the boys who were waiting for your answer. You took a deep breath to collect your thoughts and began to speak.

“My parents started texting me more and more often, threatening to find me and force me to marry the guy who molested me at one of their parties. They chose him only because he is the son of an influential businessman who can strengthen their position on the market. Recently their messages have become more and more detailed and it seems to me that they are already close to finding me. I'm afraid they'll take me away from here and I'll never see you again." Just at the mention of your parents, you started shaking.

Han and Minho immediately hugged you, trying to calm you down. Of course, their touch, their warmth helped and I felt unpleasant shivers.

“You don't have to worry Y/n, we won't let anyone take you from us. Hyunjin assured you, gently circling your hand with his finger.

You looked around the room, seeing all the boys standing close to you, assuring you that everything would be okay, it made your body fill with peace and warmth. You trusted them, you trusted that they would do everything to make you feel good, like the most important person in the world. You were theirs and they were yours.

Your mood improved slightly and you decided that there was no point in wasting time and that you should celebrate.

“Let's celebrate! “ You screamed, and all eight of them followed you.

The next thing you could hear were cheers and the sounds of opening bottles and cans full of various alcohols echoing around the room. You had a great time listening to great music. The time for drinking new drinks made by Hyunjin was interrupted by dancing with each of the boys.

After a few drinks and you don't know how long, you danced with everyone except Chan, who was sitting on the couch watching you all. The boy was by far the most sober person in the entire house and he was having a great time watching his friends behave after drinking too much alcohol.

You had to admit that it must have looked funny when everyone was tripping over their feet, falling and rolling on the ground laughing. You felt like you were about halfway there when it came to your level of intoxication. The clear winner was Han, who was close to dying, but Minho was already taking care of him to prevent that from happening.

You took a few sips of another drink and felt a great need to dance with someone. You looked around the room and everyone seemed to be busy. Minho was keeping an eye on Han, Changbin was practicing with Felix, and Hyunjin was preparing more drinks for Jeongin and Seungmin. The only person who was doing nothing was Chan, who was sitting in the men's spread, leaning against the backrest, one hand between his legs. His posture exuded confidence.

He looked hot and you swore he had been staring at you for a long time. His gaze was deep and full of mystery, radiating sensuality, like the flames of a fire in the dark. His lips were slightly parted, revealing the spark of unbridled lust that danced in his eyes. His breathing was almost palpable, and every movement of his muscles focused your attention on him. He looked at you as if he wanted to dive into the ocean of your existence.

You took a few steps towards him, keeping your eyes on him and started dancing. It wasn't a very difficult dance, you focused more on sensuality than skill. You squirmed to the rhythm of the music, gently pulling up your shirt every now and then, exposing your belly.

Chan wasn't reacting the way you wanted him to, he was just looking at you, so you decided to get closer. Your movements were bold, full of sex appeal. You stood between his legs, turned your back to him and leaned up, exposing your round buttocks. You felt his hands on your thighs, moving slowly upwards. And after a while, your buttock burned from the boy's strong slap.

You turned to him, a slight smirk on his face. He licked his lips slowly, grabbing the back of your legs and pulling you towards him so that you were now straddling his lap. Chan squeezed your buttocks and you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music.

You were about to press a kiss to his plump, full lips when you felt the cold, sticky drink spread over your body. You jumped away from Chan and saw Han lying on the ground with an empty glass in his hand. Minho was already standing near him and trying to pick him up, apologizing to you at the same time.

You weren't mad at your friend, you even laughed when you noticed how bad his condition was. You wiped your face from the drops of drink running down your cheeks. You looked down at yourself and realized that you needed to take a bath, and quickly, before your hair got unresolvable tangles.

You went to your room, grabbed your towel and went to the bathroom. You took off your soaking wet clothes and stepped into the shower. Water flowed from the ceiling shower, creating a cascade of pearl drops that resounded melodiously in harmony with the gentle noise. Steam filled the bathroom, enveloping you in a mist of humidity, creating an intimate atmosphere.

You sank into yours, standing under the stream of warm water that enveloped you like a soothing touch. Your skin reacted to the heat, and you squinted slightly as the drops flowed down your body like pearls on velvet fabric. This pleasant feeling brought to mind the situation from a moment ago.

Thinking about Chan, you started caressing your body. Your hands glided over your skin and you melted into the pleasant massage that dissipated the tension and made you feel relaxed. You imagined that every movement of your hands was replaced by Chan's, as if he was standing with you in the shower and caressing your body.

You were starting to get aroused, heat filling every inch of your body. You slowly rubbed your thighs together, trying to satisfy your needs in any way possible. You placed two fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. Every now and then you sucked on one of them, you really wanted your fingers to be something else, but for now it had to be enough.

You moved your saliva-moistened fingers to your crotch. You painted in circular motions on your clit. Your mouth involuntarily opened in pleasure, letting out a soft moan. You grabbed your breast with your other hand and slowly started caressing it. A wave of pleasure spreads through your body. It was becoming increasingly difficult for you to take a full breath, and the drops of water hitting the ground drowned out your moans.

Your imagination began to work even better, behind your closed eyes you knew Chan was touching you where you liked it best. Drops of water replaced his lips as they glided over your body, leaving wet marks made with his tongue.

“Agh…Chan…Yes…that's right…” You couldn't hold back your words.

Suddenly you heard loud clapping. Your eyes immediately opened, moving towards the sound. Chan was standing in the doorway. He was leaning against the wall and shaking his head slightly. As usual, he had that smirk on his face.

“ Oh well, someone's having fun here. “He went inside and closed the door behind him.

His voice was calm, slightly throaty, pleasantly teasing to your ears. You were shocked and quickly stopped doing what you were just doing. You got out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel. The boy immediately pinned you to the wall, lifting your arms up. The quick movement caused your towel to slide to the ground.

You stood completely naked in front of him, his thigh between your legs, pressing against your still sensitive pussy. His body was close enough to you that you could feel the warmth radiating from it. The boy leaned towards you, closing the distance between you even more.

“Let me show you what a real pleasure is, baby girl.” He whispered into your ear, pressing even harder against your crotch.

His movement made you bite your lip, holding back the release of the moan that was hiding just beyond your lips. As soon as he loosened his grip, your hands fell limply to his shoulders. Your fingers dug into his neck as his full lips placed their first kiss on your neck.

You felt every move he made, every breath he took, with double the force. Your body was very sensitive to everything he did. You closed your eyes, completely surrendering to his touch. You drown in his kisses, which lightly tickle your neck. Chan knew exactly what to do to give you as much pleasure as possible.

His lips traveled all over your neck, leaving wet marks in their wake. Every now and then he would lightly suck on your neck and your body would respond with a beautiful arch, allowing him even better access. They don't want to let you rest for a moment, the boy ran his tongue along your collarbones, lightly biting your skin.

You dug your fingers into his skin even harder, to the point that your fingertips turned white. You couldn't hold back your moans any longer as his hands cupped the underside of your breasts, lifting them slightly. Before you knew it, his mouth was around your nipple, sucking on it. Moments later, Chan added his tongue, rubbing small circles around your hard nipple.

“Agh…Channie…” It fell from your lips, causing a smile to appear on Chan's face, but he didn't stop playing with your breasts. His tongue swirled nimbly between one nipple and the other, biting them from time to time.

While he was giving you an enormous amount of pleasure, you didn't want to be left indebted to him, so you slid one hand down his body, grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and in one swift movement, took it off him. The boy was now standing topless in front of you, and even though it wasn't the first time you had seen him without a shirt, you were always amazed by the sight of his well-built body.

The other hand went to his already swollen crotch. You moved it around, adapting to the rhythm Chan gave you with his tongue. The atmosphere in the bathroom was getting hotter and the air was getting thicker, making it difficult for you to breathe.

Finally, Chan stopped playing with your breasts and in a fluid movement he sat you down on the counter next to the sink. He moved between your legs, cupping your buttocks in his hands and planted a luscious kiss on your lips. Your tongues fought against each other in a romantic dance, your saliva mixing together in thin threads as you broke apart for a moment to breathe.

You felt that you wouldn't last long until Chan filled you from the inside, so you slightly pushed him away from you, knelt right in front of him and took off his pants and panties. The boy knew exactly what you were planning, he inserted his fingers between your hair and gripped it hard.

Without further ado, you took his cock into your mouth and deepthroated him. Tiny drops of tears formed in your eyes as Chan pushed his cock even harder down your throat. But you didn't move away, you just looked at him from below and started moving your head. Chan towered over you, looking at you with great desire, but at the same time carefully making sure he didn't overdo his movements.

His cock grew even bigger in your mouth, revealing his thick veins. Your legs were already starting to shake. You couldn't hold in any longer the arousal that was inside you. Your juices flowed out of you, more and more.

Chan lifted you off his lap, bending you down and resting you against the bathroom counter. You were facing the mirror and you were leaning towards it. Your breasts were pressed against the cold stone. The boy spread your legs, immediately placing the first, not too hard, slap on your buttock.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, but you liked it. A moment later you felt Chan guide his fully erect cock towards your hole. You couldn't wait for him to fill you, for him to start fucking you. You were ready to fulfill every one of his deepest fantasies.

Chan immediately pushed his full length into you and waited for you to get used to his size. Only when he was sure everything was okay did he start moving. His movements were strong and confident, hitting your sweet spot perfectly. Your legs went slightly weak under you, but Chan quickly caught you and supported you so that you wouldn't run away from him.

The force of Chan's movements was so strong that you placed your hand on the mirror to give yourself better support. You were now looking directly at your reflection and seeing what you looked like when Chan was fucking you from behind.

Your earlier play had brought you close to your climax, and now you didn't have to wait long for a wave of pleasure to wash over your body. The orgasm was very strong, your whole body was shaking and you were glad that Chan was holding you because you would definitely fall.

The boy didn't stop moving his hips the whole time, maintaining the same rhythm. When you reached the end of your fulfillment, you felt another slap, this time harder, on your buttock. Your bottom stung and the raspberry red imprint of his hand appeared on it.

“I'll make you scream my name.” Chan's voice resonated in your ears, but you didn't fully understand what he said because the post-orgasmic emotions hadn't left you yet.

“Chan more, more please.” Was all you could say as your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

You lowered your head, but the boy grabbed your hair and pulled you up so you could see what he was doing to you.

“Look how you look while I'm fucking you. Watch you act like a whore, demanding more.” His movements became even more aggressive.

A few movements and your body experienced a pleasant feeling again. Your pussy throbbed and the feeling became almost unbearable. Two such intense orgasms in a matter of minutes exhausted you, but Chan had no intention of stopping.

“Chan I…I can't take it anymore.” Your voice was shaky and very quiet.

“Hold on for me just a little longer, baby girl.” He placed a few kisses along your spine and continued in the same rhythm again.

He gripped your hips even tighter, digging his fingers into your skin. His movements were strong, and he moved you to double the force of his blows to your sweet spot. After two powerful orgasms, you were overstimulated and your eyes were glazed over with tears gathering in them.

You don't know how long it took until you felt the pleasure approaching again, but for you it felt like an eternity. And your mirror image showed it perfectly. You were all wet, your hair was sticking to your forehead, your eyes were red and your body felt like jelly.

"Chhan! Agh! Chan! I can't handle it anymore. I can't stand it.” You shouted without lowering your voice at all.

“Just a moment. You can do it." His voice was airy and heavy, as if he was approaching fulfillment himself.

“Agh…Chan!!!” You couldn't take it any longer and a third orgasm took over your body.

Your walls tightened around Chan's cock as it began to throb inside you.

“Ugh…You're tightening on me. It feels so good.” The boy sped up his movements and a moment later you felt warm sperm shooting inside you.

Your legs were shaking mercilessly and felt like cotton. You dropped your body onto the cold countertop and were glad that Chan was holding you, because you would have been on the ground a long time ago. When he finished cumming inside you, he pulled out of you and placed a sweet kiss on your ass where his handprint was.

While you were recovering on the bathroom counter, Chan ran a bath for you. Once the water filled the tub, he lifted you up like a princess and gently placed you in, then sat down right behind you and wrapped his arms around you tenderly.

“Happy birthday Y/n. You did well.” He said, pulling you closer to him and placing a small kiss on your shoulder.

Your cheeks flushed and you don't know why you felt embarrassed.

“Thank you Chan.” You rested your head on his shoulder and snuggled in as much as you could.

You spent some time in the water, your fingers started to wrinkle and the water slowly became cold but you felt blissful. You immersed yourself in the moment, your moment together.

“Y/n.” You turned to face Chan. “Back to what you told us. You have nothing to worry about, we won't let you be taken away, you have nothing to worry about. You belong to us and your place is here, with us. We all love you and we won't give it up for anything in the world.” His words made you emotional and you placed a kiss on his lips.

Suddenly you heard a bang coming from behind the door and then you remembered that there were 7 very drunk guys in the living room. You quickly got out of the bathtub, got dressed and went to take care of the revolution that was taking place in the living room.

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Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

Chapter 9

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Summary: Recently, your relationship with Javier has been a rollercoaster of emotions.

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of death threat. SMUT. P in V sex. Unprotected sex. Nipple play. Light choking.

A/N: It’s me, hi! Welcome to chapter 9! Hope you like it!!!!! Let me know what you think👀

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The sex with Javier Peña was the most wonderful, passionate thing that had ever happened to you so far. He was a dominant yet attentive lover– using a mix of his own experience to do to you what he knew you would like and, of course, listened to your reactions and what you want to pleased you.

Javi just loved how confident you became about sex in just matter of days. Since you had your first time with him, you discovered a new entire world of pleasure and desire. You were sexy and provocative, still lingering with that hint of inexperience that drove him crazy. You were still on the stage of learning new things, and Javier was more than eager to teach you all you wanted.

He was captivated by how you became so needy and sensitive every time he touched you. The honeymoon phase had him wrapped around your fingers; he had fallen deeply for you, constantly craving your body and unable to get enough of whatever you offered him.

For you, it was an awakening, not just physically but emotionally too. You had never felt such a strong connection with someone before, and it was wonderful. The way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the way he made you feel desirable and cherished, the things he whispered into your ears as he was buried on you, he made everything feel just perfect.

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You couldn't make it to the bed. As soon as you crossed the door of his apartment, you pushed him against the wall and kissed him passionately, your hands went right for his belt.

Before you knew it, you were against his kitchen table, hands over the cold wood, as his hands clenched around your waist, pulling you closer to his naked body as his hips thrust into your ass. His mouth whispering filthy things to your ear, making you increasingly, almost impossibly wetter.

"Oh, fuck," you whimpered, standing only on your toes as he was pulling you up. "Javi... Javi..." you cried out his name like a it was the only word you knew.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it?" He groaned, his warm breath sending shivers down your body, "You've been thinking of my cock all day, don't you, bonita?" You hummed and nodded, incapable to said anything. He loved fuckin' you so well you couldn't even think straight. "I've been thinking of your sweet pussy since the moment I met you, do you know that? I guess we're even."

His touch traveled up through your bare body, feeling the goosebumps covering your soft skin under his fingertips. With his forearm placed between your breasts, a broad hand wrapped around your neck, giving a gentle squeeze, which made you whimper as you soaked his cock, your slick running down your thighs.

"Shit, you like that?" he muttered, the realization made his balls tightening.

You nodded, trying to said something but only incoherent mumbles came out of your pretty lips. He kept with the delicate grips, hypnotized by the way every time he squeezed your neck, you would clench your pussy around him. Every thrust of his hips was harder than the last one, making almost impossible to breath as he fucked you from behind.

That was the first time he went that rough on you. To be honest, it was just the fourth time you had sex, so he decided to try new things little by little and see what were you into and what you didn't. So far, he could tell you liked it a bit rough, you liked how he could just took you and made with your body whatever he wanted: turn you around, laid you back , stand up, and now a gentle squeeze on your throat.

He would never do anything that could harm you or made you feel uncomfortable. His priority was to made you feel good, that you had an incredible time between his arms. He made you feel like a Goddess.

Javier pulled out of you, making you turned around to face him. He leaned down to met your lips, and you gasped as his arms grabbed your legs, pulling you up to carried you to the couch – his hands squeezing your ass, your cunt wetting his belly as you wrapped your legs around his torso.

He reclined on the sofa so you found your place straddled over his lap, as your gaze met each other.

"C'mon, cowgirl," he said, as he massaging your ass so good that it stimulated your vagina, "I'm all yours."

You hand traveled between your bodies, looking for his cock. You took him, a thick, throbbing, warm piece of him that could easily ruin you.

He had a condom, though, still wet with your slick.

Javier had promised you he was clean, but he prefer to used condoms so you didn't have to filled your body with hormones just for him.

But you couldn't help but wonder what it might feel to had him bare inside you, to feel your pussy filled with his cum... Your already swollen clit throbbed at the mere thought.

You said fuck it, and began to took off his condom. Javi's hand went for you wrist, stopping you.

"What are you...?" You silenced him with a kiss, until you get rid of the preservative. "Baby," he whispered, his own words suffocating on his mouth as he felt your warm hand over his cock, your thumb collecting the pearl of pre-cum and spreading it over his length till his base.

"Shhh," you hushed him, your lips so close to his, "You said you're mine."

Javi's balls tightened, his eyes shuted as he tried not to cum just there with your words.

"I am," he whispered. "Fuck," he growled when your hand took him to your entrance, as your hips went down to received him, "I am yours, bonita, completely." Your sweet, warm pussy clenched around his cock, your walls spreading for him. You cried out, still unaccustomed to had him inside of you. Javier was long and thick, it felt so invasive that every time he came out of your pussy a sensation of emptiness lingered on you.

When you felt ready, your hips started to moved up and down, back and forth at a soft pace. His broad hands squeezed your waist as his mouth muffled your delicate moans. As your confidence grew, you began to moved faster, your dance more energetic, making his cock went deeper into you. You felt his balls on your asshole when you went down, his pubic hair wetting with your slick.

"Que rico," he praised with thick voice, full of lust and naughtiness. "Keep going, you're doing so good," he encouraged as your hands placed on his shoulders for support and you began to go faster.

Javier was captivated by the way your breasts bounced right on his face, so he couldn't resist to took on of them and sucked your nipple. Your hands went for the back of his head, pulling him closer to your chest. His mouth sucked, licked, bite and kiss the sensible skin, making you whimper as you continued with your movements on his dick.

''You feel so good, Javi,'' you moan, your breath heavy with pleasure. Your delicate hands went to his cheeks, caressing his lips with your thumbs. He was so damn gorgeous.

You were soaked, filling the room with filthy noises and each other's names. You were sure that you wouldn't be able to looked at Connie, Steve or other neighbor to their faces for like, well, a while.

"You're perfect, bonita," he responded, ''I love you so fuckin' much.''

His fingers went for your clit, tracing circles over it with the right amount of fastening and pressure that worked on you. And that was all, your movements became erratics as you chase your climax. You were so close.

"I'm... oh, fuck... Javi, I'm gon'..." you tried to said, but you just couldn't put a complete sentence on your mouth.

"Looks so pretty when you're cock drunk, bonita," he praised, his fingers still stimulating your clit. "Come on, baby. Sabes cuánto me encanta que te corras en mi verga," he groaned, his fingers fastening their job. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, too," he warned.

Though you wanted to feel your pussy full of him, you knew it wasn't the smartest decision.

So you didn't stopped him when he pulled out of you to cum outside. However, before he could grabbed his cock to jerk himself, you caught his length between his belly and your soaked folds, continuing with the movements, rubbing your clitoris on him and stimulating both of your orgasms.

The image had Javier cumming with a growl, "So fuckin' good" he groaned as his load painted his belly. But he didn't stopped there, he pulled you up so he could fingering you.

"Oh my... No pares, Javi!" You cried as you felt the orgasm building up. His expert fingers coming in and out of you, creating a nasty wet sound as his hands filled with your honey. "Make me cum, Javi! I'm so close..." The tight knot on your lower belly finally released as you cum over his hand, his lap, and his still hard cock.

You didn't know exactly how, but suddenly you were laying on the reduced space of his couch, as he accommodate you between the backrest and his warm and sweaty body. You could feel the remnants of your passion sticking between your bellies, but you didn't care at all. You were still whimpering with pleasure, feeling your pussy so sensitive and your clit throbbing, as Javier caressed your hair and left sweet kisses on the sweaty skin of your neck.

Javi just loved how sleepy you became after sex. You could fall asleep as soon as his arms were around you, his name still coming out your pretty lips even on your sleep. He was amazed by every single detail of you.

"Te amo, bonita" he whispered on your ear. You did your best to smiled at him, but you felt too tired.

"También te amo, Javi" you mumbled, your eyes shutting off.

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Javier's demanding job often pulled him away from you, and the stark contrast between the intense moments of intimacy and the long hours of separation became increasingly apparent. It was in those moments of solitude that your insecurities resurfaced.

You couldn't help but wonder if he still thought about those women from work, the ones who had whispered cruel things about your relationship. The fear of losing him to someone else gnawed at you, and the shadows of doubt began to cloud your otherwise sunny relationship.

However, you tried to shake off those thoughts and remain the strong and confident person he had come to adore. You knew that insecurities could drive a wedge between you, and you were determined not to let that happen.

You cherished every day off that Javi had because there weren't many of those, especially on Saturday evenings and entire Sundays. Usually, you spent those days at home, watching movies, talking, and, most recently, having sex.

But today, you wanted to do something different. So you suggested that perhaps you could go out for a few drinks and some dancing. Javi knew how much you loved dancing, so he couldn't say no to your beautiful and enthusiastic expression as you presented the idea. Moreover, he found it impossible to resist when you were wearing that tight, short red dress.

It was Saturday night, and you took Javi's hand as he guided you through the sea of dancing bodies in the club, searching for the bar to start by ordering drinks to get into the groove. You opted for your favorite, margaritas, while Javi went with a cold beer. As you tried to engage in a conversation with him, you noticed that he was a bit distracted, his eyes scanning the environment, analyzing his surroundings. You knew he had his gun tucked in his pants, as he always did. It was normal, you supposed, he had to keep it with him at all times, ready for his duty if necessary. However, you wished he could be just Javi, your Javi, for at least one night.

You stopped talking, your fingers reached for his chin to turn his face to you, and you leaned in to place a soft, wet kiss on his lips. "You're not gonna find me over there, baby," you said, your voice so low and close that he could hear you perfectly. "I'm right here."

"I'm sorry, bonita," he replied, understanding what you were referring to. He planted another gentle kiss on your red lips, savoring the cherry taste of your lipstick and the mixture of tequila and lemon from your cocktail. His hands rested on your waist as you sat on a high stool, and he stood before you. Even in that position and with your heels, he still had a height advantage.

Javier managed to relax, even though his mind constantly sought signs of danger. Places like that club were frequented by sicarios who splurged their money without a second thought. He remained attentive, keeping an eye out for any potential threats. If he sensed things getting too dangerous, he was ready to swiftly escort you out to ensure your safety.

But he also understood that you simply wanted to have a good time with him, to dance together, and he didn't want to spoil your night. So he focused on your laughter, the way his hands effortlessly moved along your body, and how your arms encircled his neck during your passionate kisses. He found it incredibly sexy when you stole his cigarette, and he was captivated by the way your hips swayed to the rhythm of the music. Every time you let him kiss your neck, it made you blush, and he couldn't get enough of it.

Con unas ansias locas

Quiero verte hoy

Espero ese momento

En que escuche tu voz

"¡Amo esa canción!" you exclaimed as Selena's voice began to fill the club. Mexican cumbias weren't a common sound in Colombia, so you seized the chance to dance whenever you heard them. "Vamos a bailar, Javi."

Javi might not have been the best dancer in the room, but his willingness to dance with you and share this special moment brought an infectious energy to the floor. He held you close as you moved to the rhythm of Amor prohibido, and his occasional missteps only added to the fun.

As the music played and the two of you danced together, you admired his effort to make you happy, even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone on the dance floor. Your smile was radiant, and your eyes sparkled with affection as you looked into his. You lost track of time in his arms, savoring every moment of this dance together. You lost track of time between his arms. The way he hold you, how his body fitted perfectly with yours, the way your hips sway with ease.

After a few more songs, you needed a short break. You leaned in to speak softly into his ear, "I need to use the bathroom, baby."

"I'll wait for you outside," he nodded.

But you placed your hands on his chest to stop him. "Don't worry, I'll be quick. Please buy me another drink."

He hesitated, wanting to protest, but you silenced him with a playful kiss. "Be a good boy, and I promise to reward you later," you whispered with a wink before turning and making your way to the ladies' room.

Javi let out a shaky breath, a rush of desire surging through him at your flirtatious comment. He follow your body with his eyes, the way that dress just suited you effortlessly, accentuating your ass. He was eager to get home and fucked you while you still wearing it.

The ladies' room was crowded, and you patiently waited in line for a couple of minutes until you could finally satisfy your physiological needs. Inside, you encountered women facing various states of distress. Some were huddled over the toilets, their friends holding their hair back as they vomited. Others were openly using illicit substances. It was a chaotic and uncomfortable scene.

The sight left you somewhat disheartened, and you decided that it might be best to leave and continue the night in the safety of Javi's bed. However, as you attempted to exit, a firm hand gripped your arm. Turning, you found a woman with a concerned expression. Her curly hair and tanned skin seemed oddly familiar, though you were drunk enough to place her.

"Vení conmigo," she said, trying to lead you out of the bathroom.

Your heart quickened, and the room seemed to spin as you wondered what the hell she wanted. ''No,'' you said firmly.

But her expression changed to impatience, and her face drew closer to yours as she muttered in Spanish, ''You need to warn Javier.''

You swallowed, and a surge of curiosity overrode your initial hesitations. You decided to follow her out of the bathroom to a quieter corner where the music was less overpowering and you could converse more comfortably.

''You need to leave,'' she began.

You frowned, trying to piece together her identity. ''What are...?'' you began to ask but suddenly snapped to attention. ''Wait, you're the woman from the fair.''

Her name? Elida? Elisa? Helena? You couldn't quite remember, but her face was now etched in your memory. Her expression was vulnerable now, like she's also remembering something about that night. She nodded, confirming your guess.

''The man I'm with tonight can't stop talking about Javi," she admitted, and you couldn't help but notice the way she said his name.

''Who?'' Your concern deepened, and you anxiously sought more information.

''Some ex-officer...,'' she answered. Dread settled in your stomach.

''Di-Diego?'' You voiced your suspicion, and her brows furrowed in response.

''Do you know him?'' she inquired.

''What did he say?'' you questioned, already contemplating how to get out of this situation.

''He wants to kill him,'' she whispered, the fear and worry palpable in her voice. ''You need to get him out of here, like fuckin' now.''

Though you didn't want to create unnecessary drama, the look in her eyes and the genuine concern she held for Javier's safety clearly extended beyond a mere informant relationship, as Javier had described. This was a matter of potential danger, and you knew you had to take it seriously.

You opened your lips to say something more, but you heard your name and turned to see Javi approaching you with concern in his features.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, taking your arm gently to pull you close, "You took a long time; I was afraid that..." he said, but the moment his eyes met the woman, he went rigid but didn't let you go.

"Helena?"

Oh, right.

Maybe it was the alcohol in your blood or just the rush of the moment, but when Helena tried to say something to him, you stepped forward to Javi, taking his face in your hands to make him look at you.

"Javi, why don't we just go now?" You said in a soft tone, but he could perceive the urgency in your voice and the worry on your face.

Javier stared at Helena for a moment, his eyes filled with confusion, until he finally turned his gaze back to you. The sense of urgency in your voice was unmistakable.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Diego is here," you said finally. "He's with Helena, she told me he had been saying he wants to kill you," your voice quivered, you were too nervous.

"Where is he?" he asked with a husky voice, his shoulders going straight as he adapted a defensive pose.

"You should go now, Javier," Helena intervened. "I don't know what he is capable of if he sees you."

"Por favor, mi vida, vámonos," you implored, your eyes started to get red with tears of nervousness.

Unfortunately, you had seen Diego's behavior when he mixed anger and alcohol. He is an aggressive and impulsive man. As you remembered that night when he attacked you because he was jealous of Javier, how he yelled at you, tried to force you into his car, and pointed a gun at you and Javi, a shiver ran down your spine.

"What did he tell you?" Javier asked Helena, his eyes locked onto her with a sense of urgency.

"Javi..." you implored, your hands now on his arms, trying to pull him away. "Please, let's get out of here before he finds us."

"She's right; you need to leave now. I'll distract him," Helena promised.

Javier nodded, his arms now wrapped around you.

"I'll call you tomorrow," he said to Helena before leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead, a mix of fear and love in his expression.

"Let's go," he said firmly as he grasped your hand and began guiding you out of the club.

The two of you hurried to Javier's car, adrenaline coursing through your veins. As you sped away from the club, the fear of a potential confrontation with Diego loomed over you, but the presence of Javier's strong hand in yours was reassuring.

"I can't believe he's here," you muttered, still trembling from the shock of it all.

"I won't let anything happen to you," Javier vowed, glancing at you with determination.

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"Javi," you called out as soon as you entered his apartment. He tossed the truck's keys onto the table, clearly agitated by the situation. "Javier," you called again.

"What?" He responded, his voice husky and annoyed. He had never spoken to you like that before.

"We have to inform Messina about this," you said, your eyes welling up as you stared at him, though he wasn't looking at you.

"I won't do that," he responded.

"Why not?" You asked, "You were the one who convinced me to report Diego when he attacked me and pointed a gun at us."

"That was different," he asserted.

"Different how?" you began to feel overwhelmed by the whole situation. Diego's reappearance, his threats, Javier's real relationship with Helena... "He's decided to act on his threats, Javi." Your hands trembled as you saw him sitting on his couch and lighting up a cigarette.

"I can't bring a telenovela to Messina," he protested. "We're not in fuckin' high school anymore; we're dealing with much bigger fish."

"It's your life, Javier," your voice quivered, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I saw him, when he attacked me, I saw it in his eyes: that man is crazy. If he – " your voice cracked, and a sob caught in your throat, "If he does something to you, I – I would feel really guilty..."

"Hey, no," Javier said, quickly extinguishing the cigarette and taking you in his arms. "I'm not letting anything happen to me, and we'll figure this out together, alright? But I can't bring this mess to the boss. Just trust me on this one."

As you nestled into Javier's comforting embrace, you felt a mix of emotions surging within you. The fear and worry about Diego's threats and the uncertainty of Javi's safety weighed heavily on your mind. In his arms, though, you found a sense of security that had become a rare and precious refuge in your turbulent life.

"Alright, Javi," you whispered, your voice steadier now. "I trust you, but promise me we'll be careful, and you'll watch your back. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

He held you even closer, his warm breath against your ear. "I promise, mi amor. We'll navigate this carefully. I won't let anything happen to either of us."

Feeling a sense of reassurance in his embrace, you decided to address another issue that had been lingering in the back of your mind. You needed to understand the nature of Javier's relationship with Helena.

"Javi, there's something else I need to know," you began cautiously, your fingers nervously playing with a bottom of his shirt. "Promise me you're gonna tell me the truth."

He glanced at you, clearly preoccupied with the unfolding situation, but he could see the determination in your eyes.

"Of course, baby. What is it?" he asked, reaching to place a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You took a deep breath before continuing, your voice trembling slightly. "Your relationship with Helena... I've seen the way she looks at you, Javi." He reacted to your words with a defensive posture, though his arms still held you close. "I need to know if there was something between you and her."

Javier hesitated for a moment, torn between keeping this part of his life hidden from you and being honest.

"Is she really just an informant? Does she work for the police?" You guessed, your brows furrowed, but he shook his head. Your heart sank when you realized that the other option is the one you had heard a lot of times between DEA agents. You felt nauseous with the possibility. "She is a prostitute, isn't she?"

He nodded, and when you stepped back, out of his arms, his expression changed to one of hurt.

"Have you slept with her?"

"Yes," he admitted, his voice low and regretful, "but it was before you, of course."

"I don't want you to see her again, Javier," you warned him, tears glistening in your eyes.

"Helena is one of my more loyal informants; I've been working with her for years," he explained, his gaze pleading for understanding.

"Well, not anymore," you declared, your voice firm. "You're a great DEA agent; you'll surely find another way to obtain the information she gave you."

"It's not that simple..."

"Oh, right!" You exclaimed, ironically, trying to hold back tears. "I forgot that you had an A++ in Hookers II at the Academy."

You turned and headed to the door, but he grabbed you firmly by the arm.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his grip surprisingly strong.

"Home," you tried to get out of his grasp, but he didn't let you. "Please, let me go."

"You're not going anywhere," he said, his tone firm.

"Get off me, Javier," you insisted, your heart racing. "I'm serious; you can't hold me here against my will."

He loosened his grip, sensing your determination. "No, but I can't let you go alone in the middle of the night either," he admitted, his voice gentler.

The concern in his eyes was evident, and you couldn't deny that safety was a valid concern, especially in the volatile times you were living through. Still, the issue between you remained unresolved.

"Fine, I won't leave," you conceded, "but promise me you won't see her anymore."

Javier sighed, rubbing his temples, clearly stressed by the entire situation. "Why is this such a big deal to you? Have I ever done something to make you not trust me?"

You took a deep breath before responding. "It's not that I don't trust you. It's her. I've seen the way she looks at you; it's more than just business. I don't trust her."

Javier looked at you, torn between frustration, his hands falling to his sides. "Why do you care so much about my past affairs?"

"It's not just about your affairs," you explained. "It's about her. She's in love with you. I don't trust her intentions."

Your argument seemed to drain him further. "Why do you care about office gossip? Why won't you let me work with Helena?"

You weren't going to back down. "Your job is to catch Escobar, not to...hang out with some women."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I don't 'hang out' with women. I gather information and, of course, I pay them for it."

You weren't willing to let him evade the truth. "You've slept with them, haven't you? You've paid for sex, Javier. Don't pretend otherwise."

He exhaled heavily, his irritation growing evident. "I've never paid for sex."

"Everyone at the office knows your reputation," you countered. "You've paid for it."

His expression shifted from annoyance to weariness. "Believe what you fuckin' want, then. I'm telling you the truth, but if you'd rather believe the office rumors, there's not much I can do."

Tension hung heavy in the room as you stood your ground, both of you well aware that the issue was far from resolved.

Javier ran a hand through his hair, frustration and exhaustion etched across his face.

His voice dripped with bitterness as he lashed out with a remark meant to cut deeply. "If you knew about my reputation and still can't trust me, maybe we never should've been together in the first place."

His words were like a merciless strike to your soul. The implication that your relationship was built on shaky ground and that you were incapable of trust sent shockwaves of pain and betrayal through your heart. The hurt was palpable as tears welled up in your eyes.

"So, is it my fault now?" Your voice cracked as you tasted your own tears. "If you believe I'm the problem, maybe it's time to reevaluate what we're doing."

He only shrugged, his eyes glistening with a mixture of alcohol and the heat of the moment. But when he spoke again, his words were like a final blow. "I already told you to believe whatever you fuckin' want."

The one you had opened your heart to, the man you had cared for, had just shattered your trust and wounded your emotions with a cruel blow. The air in the room grew heavy with the weight of his words.

This time, when you turned around to leave, he didn't stop you. That was another cut to your heart. You couldn't believe he was actually choosing another woman, a prostitute, instead of his girlfriend.

Fortunately, when you arrived on the street, a taxi was passing by. You stopped it and gave the driver the direction. But as the car started moving, you saw Javier coming out of the building looking for you. You shared a last glance with him, continued on your way, leaving behind the wreckage of a love that had crumbled under the weight of harsh words and shattered trust.

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is there someone else..// ∘*n. kento x blackfem!reader

୭̥⋆*｡ summary: pregnancy doesn’t always come easy and when you start second guessing your relationship it only gets harder

୭̥⋆*｡ cw: angst, established relationship, reader and nanami are parents, mentions of cheating, reader lacks confidence, panty kink, male masturbation, fingering, penetrative sex, nanami talks you through sex, cream pie, cock warming, overall nanami is a horny man who misses his sexy pregnant wife 🫶🏽… lmk if i missed anything //wc: 8.9k

୭̥⋆*｡ notes: this is a piece from my old account and i’m reposting it specifically for @eiflawriting cause they so sweetly came in my inbox and almost made me cry😭

your pregnancy came with uncertainties, newfound insecurities and wavering trust in your lovely — what used to be a lovely marriage. it’s something that you despise, something that you constantly worry about. did you look good enough? did you deserve this pregnancy? did you deserve nanami? did you deserve the embarrassment that came with it all?

but you never asked if anybody was deserving of you, you couldn’t find it in you too. the energy to really consider yourself a being worth love and commitment had severely plummeted during your years as a mother; yes! this wasn’t your first.

all these feelings and unanswered questions could only be answered by one person, and that person is the same one who lashed out a couple of nights ago. a fight so unwarranted and negatively focused you got rushed to the hospital, your blood pressure had never been higher and you’ve never felt more alone, but even through all that. he was still there; silently weeping at your side calling his job and telling them someone else would have to step in and take over his duties for a while.

you know you suspected for a real long time, he wasn’t as slick as he posed to be. it wasn’t getting past you, you’d figured it out. you didn’t know how long it had been going on for, but something was happening. there was a sick twist in your marriage dynamic. nanami wasn’t the same, you weren’t as receptive to any feelings, and that was it. you were never in the right of mind to do anything. there was a constant conflict between you and your former self. that heavy weight of self loathe from your former was predestined.

being a mother made life increasingly different — you wouldn’t say hard; it was more so a challenge. you had another being to worry and care for, which resulted in you slipping up on yourself. you lacked the skill to nurture yourself. nanami was there even while you constantly pushed back at him, wedging a fatter gap in between the two of you.

so maybe that’s why you couldn’t blame him for his actions. that’s why you stopped going out with him, it’s why you lost all confidence in yourself. you weren’t enough to keep up with a man of his stature. did you hear those words from him though? no, kento would never berate you. yet it felt like he was everyday, just by that repulsive look of longing that he had on his face.

those kisses he gave you, the pats on your head. his forms of affection had lessened over the last year and you wondered what changed everything. then things started to click. as you did laundry you noticed some things, underwear that didn’t look familiar, but they only came through once a month.

a white substance, the ghost of its outline in the middle. underwear that were too sexy to be yours, too small to fit the mass of weight that you had gained. a perfume on them so strong that you gagged at the smell. a smell you used to like that now made your nose scrunch up and made your stomach flip with unease. you ran to the bathroom that night throwing up what little food you were able to eat that day.

and it was on that terrible friday that you had come to the conclusion. nanami wasn’t happy anymore. he didn’t talk as much anymore, the kisses were light and breathy. the smiles weren’t the same, his smile lines were replaced with worry and regret. but that’s when he left during the day, he’d come back home some nights looking fruitful; full of a youth that you couldn’t reciprocate .

after sobbing for hours, scarfing down ice cream to soothe your sorrow, you'd confront him. right as he turned the knob and stepped foot in the house…

“nami… you’re — you’re cheating on me.” life was still, your baby was upstairs peacefully, sleeping soundly in their crib. crying out was the only thing you could do when you saw the look on his face. “you leave me alone for other women?” you question. listening wasn’t your strongest skill right now. you needed the attention that he wasn’t giving you, you needed to know where things had gone wrong, how life became so pitiful and quiet.

“y/n, what are you talking about?” he pursed his lips. his hand crept up along his abdomen to pull off his usual leopard print tie. it felt awfully tighter. “ is she prettier,” you choke on your words, “i-is she fucking prettier than me, kento?”

“no kids? has herself put together?” your tears sting as they drench the apex of your cheeks. you have to sit down. you see him; a genuine look of shock and confusion written on his face. even though your tears blur your vision you can see his face, stricken with loss, and you hear him trudge across the room. “don’t! don’t come closer to me.” you place a hand on your tummy and stumble back. you’ve hit a wall, figuratively and literally.

could one person throw away a life like this when their significant other has been at their lowest for what’s felt like a millennial? is it possible? you think of the night that you were in the delivery room delivering your first child. he was there beside you the whole fucking time. telling you how good you did, how proud he was of you, and that wasn’t something you weren’t sure you would ever feel again.

care like that was scarce until you met him, but now it wasn’t like that anymore. he didn’t radiate his usual safety; the love wasn’t the same. but here you were tearing yourself down for something that you had no control over. lack of communication has led you here.

the echo of your sobs filled the big two story house. the gray walls now grew discolored. the iron skillet that was once holding sauteed onions burned, a thick wisp of smoke curled around the kitchen, a little of it slipping into the common area. the great chandelier that dangled overhead, the only thing that created distance between you two minus the rug and chocolate couch. even at this distance you still had to look up at him, you still had to meet his eyes, ones that were shaded by his favorite shades

“when’d you stop lovin’ me?” it’s as if a weight sank deep into your stomach. an anchor holding you down from within, a negative force claiming your soul dragging you into the depths of a dark abyss. there was no shore in sight, no light guiding you back to a safe place. a happy place — home.

“y/n? where is this coming from,” you’ve made him uneasy, “where is all this coming from?”

“don’t make me sound crazy,” you suck in a deep breath, you can feel snot bubble out of your nose, and it’s hard to get the right words out, “you don’t even call me princess anymore, don’t kiss me like you used to…”

“it’s like you’re fucking ashamed of me now, kento.”

“none of that is true, y/n… none of it! where is this all coming from?”

you’re aware of his faults. though in comparison to you his are miniscule, faults that couldn’t be attained even if you tried to find them. but one fault that would stay with him for as long as he would live was his need to comfort you, even when you were throwing insults at him.

he’s aware of the droplets of tears that stain your oversized shirt, the tears rolling down the acrylic paint that was now worn from countless washes. the woman sits in a greenland, surrounded by a bunch of computers and its parts. ‘ctrl’, something you have no grasp of. washing away, chipping away. your feet are comforted by a pair of fuzzy socks that he bought for you on your birthday, and he notices how your legs shake. you’re defeated.

“who do you think i’m cheating on you-”, he gestures with his hands and holds onto the back of the couch to stand, making a point, “why would i cheat on the woman who's done so much for me?”

“cause ’m not doing anything for you ‘nymore!” your voice breaks, it cracks and you feel a bubble swell in your throat. pain shoots through your body and something within your head thumps. it starts small but then it grows. its a throb that feels like someone’s holding your brain and squishing it between their fingers like a stress ball; managing their own but amplifying yours. it’s a headache soon turned migraine that gently raps its twisted fists against the confinements of your skull.

“don’t play dumb with me,” the tears don’t stop and they won’t stop, “please- please don’t play dumb with me right now.”

“those underwear that pass through the laundry. they aren’t mine. that’s the fucking problem nanami they’re not mine.” you peer up at the ceiling, too embarrassed to go on. you blink away the tears that are too heavy, further screwing with your vision. the ones that roll down your face too slowly and make a path of their own. slipping into your mouth and dangling at the inner corner of your lips until you swipe them away with your finger.

nanami’s breath begins to quicken, and his hands feel clammy. he doesn’t know exactly what he can say to make this situation any better but he sets his feet to walk over to you. you tremble with each step he takes and you force yourself into another corner. in your mind you’re just thinking, trying to make it make sense and find the timestamp in your relationship when everything went sideways.

when you two started to become distant and when things were no longer tranquil.

you despised him for making you feel so alone. making you feel like you had nowhere to turn and for driving you to insanity. it felt as if you weren’t with anyone’s attention but you always paid attention to others. you just needed him, hopefully how he needed you.

you’re a complete mess, and nanami soaks in it. he looks at you breathing so hard because you’re winded. not only are you carrying a baby but you’re finally confronting him. you’ve had all this bottled up in your brain, and even as you tried to push it to the back it floated right to the surface. today was your breaking point. everything in the house echoed and you could hear a quiet sound drifting from upstairs.

it wasn’t too loud, but it was your mother’s instinct. your ears perked up and tuned into the sound of small wails. the baby. you sniffle once more, and clean your nose, “the baby’s crying.” you whisper on your way out of the kitchen. you refuse to look at him, you refuse. “y/n! the baby can wait, we’re right here in the house.”

he strides up behind you and grabs a hold of your free hand as your first foot lands on the gentle carpeted step. “what is there to talk about, hm?”

“gonna play it off as me being crazy?”

“can you stop and listen, please,” his heart beats unevenly, it’s unnerving. “i still love you.” he whispers. he can feel his own tears begin to brew, he stares at his feet with your arm still in hand, “i still love you, nothing — nothing has changed.”

“i want to be here for you as much as i can, but it’s hard. there’s so much that i wanna do for you, but it’s hard.” he begins, he draws a long breath before continuing, “i’m not cheating on you, i would never cheat on you.”

“the underwear…” he pauses and kind of squeezes your arms tighter. his mouth dries and it feels as if time has stopped, keeping you both trapped in a bubble that has taken the shape of the air around you. “there yours… old ones.”

he admits the embarrassing truth, “not surprised you don’t remember, but there yours from the first pregnancy.” the sudden moment of realization makes you feel nauseous. you have to swallow down. “mine?” you question, face now drooping. your face was no longer tense, you relaxed instantly. that forced arch of your eyebrow and the frown went back to normal. “the hell do you mean they're mine?”

“i use them…when i’m thinking about you.”

“when you’re thinking about me?” you finally fully relax. your breathing has stabilized again. your shoulders relax and follow the pattern of airflow in your body. in through the nose and a steady stream of cool air transpires out your mouth. “why? what do you mean?”

nanami pulls out his coach leather wallet and pulls open the first flap. you notice a similar slightly opaque slot that holds a similar picture. one from the day that you’ll never forget. the day filled of never ending appointments; hair, nails, lashes, and a fitting. it was the day he proposed to you. he had a professional photographer that snapped pics through the whole evening and nanami printed every single photo the next day. he rotated the photos but he never left that pocket empty.

“see this, i miss seeing you smile like this, smiles always been the prettiest, princess.”

“gets me all the time.” he admitted. the stocky man scooped you forward by the waist. “and i don’t want to scare you, but i’ve been craving you real bad lately.”

“wa-wait whadda you mean.” your lips quivered.

“i use them when i need something.”

“something?” the man drags the roughest part of his hand down his face, he could feel the blood rushing to his head. a nervousness tingling through his midsection, sending pricks of energy throughout his body. starting in his knees and curating all of its energy in his heart.

nobody wants you the way nanami does and it’s been proven time and time again. there’s been different levels of intimacy experienced during your guys time as parents, but there’s just one form you both have been deprived of. nanami can’t deny it, but he can’t believe he’s about to say it — admit to his “darkest” secret.

he’ll flip open his wallet when he gets in his car. his gt sports coupe, a pretty bentley with a nice matte gray finish and dark tinted windows. he sits wide legged, looking at the picture that stirs him up everytime. he keeps a stash of underwear folded neatly in his glove box, keeping it nice and tidy. by the time he’s pulling himself out of his pants, he’s already leaking a precious amount of pre. it’s suffocating, too intoxicating thinking about you. he’s been doing this for a while now, you just forced yourself to ignore it, forget it all.

the woman you’ve become, the desire to more and more to you, but control. he has to control himself as he slips your panties around his length. his breathless pants. too think that he’d gotten to this point, using them we had to…

“i use them when i need to cum.”

“wh-when?” you gawk at your husband, because this was the last thing you expected from him. you didn’t expect him to say it outright like that, and this wasn't the truth you had expected to tumble out of his mouth — far from it actually. flipping perfectly in the air but almost toppling over as it reached your ears.

“ever since we’ve had a kid you turn me on more and more.”

“i just want to take care of you and love on you.”

“oh-oh.”

“oh,” he smiles, “does this surprise you? that i want you more than you know?”

“i wasn't expecting that.” you peep, you slouch and place a soft hand on your tummy and nanami follows. “didn’t think your hubby had it in him?”

you're taken back by this sudden confession. his confession, and you don’t know why but it makes you happy. it makes you consider a swarm of new emotions that swirl around you. you think of how you came onto him so cruel, and accusing. you couldn’t. you couldn’t really concentrate either. staring at your husband and you could hear the augment cries coming from your baby's room.

“i don’t feel good.” you sigh, nearly collapsing in his arms. the night you got rushed to the hospital, stress levels through the roof as shown by the slew of machines that you had you connected to. an ivy drip, a thick band wrapped around your arm continuously checking your blood pressure by the hour.

the temperature checks an ultrasound to make sure that they were just the right amount of heartbeats thumping from within your tummy. it was that night that nanami had cried a second time in front of you and all these strangers he didn’t know. it was at this moment that he realized what a strain he’s been putting on you, what the distance between you has created. he realized he needed to take a break, look out for you; tend for you just like how he wanted to. leaving you in your thoughts without that constant reassurance was a vital mistake.

he knew that he was aware of what you needed from him, but sometimes he was scared of giving too much. too scared to flower you in so much love that you’d soon grow exhausted of him.

it’s been a couple weeks since that day. there was no talk about what occurred. weeks of you thinking about that day, vexing yourself with thoughts so cursed. so mentally stipulating that made you wonder if you were the problem this whole time, but this morning would be different. the entire day would be different, things would soon be sorted out.

you stood in your bathroom wrapped in a rose gold silk trobe; your hair is wrapped in a similar towel with a shrew of curls peeking out at the top. you sigh, patting your cheeks to get the full effect of your l’oreal anti aging serum, moisturizer and spf all in one. you smooth the cold cream under your eyes poking at the puffy darkened skin that settled beneath your teary eyes.

the feeling in your body amounts to two words; heavy and tired. you sniffle as you rub the cream in and pick up two under eye gel mask. you always finished your morning routine while your husband was asleep; it was his turn with your alls first born last night so he hadn’t really settled in bed till about two in the morning, so you eased into the bathroom quietly to start the day, careful not to wake him.

you were fluent in your routine; a hot shower, brush your teeth, face care and your usual belly rubs. while the patches underneath your eye supplied ample nutrients to the area you undid a few buttons. from the fifth button down, you let the cool silk drape against the swell of your tummy. you looked in the mirror swiping the bottom of the foggy mirror, because the circle that cleared wasn’t enough to see your stomach.

you found yourself sighing a lot this time around, and crying came a bit too easy during your second pregnancy. it was nothing new. the skin of your tummy became a bit darker, the stretch marks had never gone away from the first and the second pregnancy only brought along more. you looked at the marks. the ones that you had so much trouble finding the beauty in this time around.

after your first child you thought you’d bounce back quickly. it was a real easy pregnancy, you decided on home birth and nanami was with you every step of the way. he supported you through the entire thing, held your hand in his, and he let you squeeze it as tight as you needed. he took the best care of you and he took even better care of his new daughter.

a tear had plopped on your tummy making you look up and blink a couple times to control the stream. if only you could go back to that first time, the excitement. now it’s not to say that you aren’t excited about your second child, you just don’t feel the same. you don’t feel pretty enough, you’re even bigger this time around and going out with nanami makes you insecure. it’s those same thoughts that keep coming back, mangling their way into your brain. impure thoughts that made things between you two awkward.

but you’re thinking about it more. how you two don’t look the same together anymore, your cheeks are chubbier, your thighs squish together and you do this cute little waddle that you didn’t use to do. you’re constantly leaking out your tits, having to buy new clothes and your cravings make you feel like a savage. eating up everything in sight, stuffing your face, leaving behind little crumbs on your lips and cheeks.

the same one’s nanami kisses all the same. he kisses them a lot more now. the same cheeks he squeezes when he’s reassuring you that he still loves you. the ones he pecks when he notices how nervous you get when you two go out, and it feels like all eyes are on you. he’ll never understand the hormones secreted during pregnancy — well pregnancy in women at all, but he knows it’s been taking a heavy toll on you. the exhaustion, self deprecation and the overall lack of confidence. after the “meltdown” he’s truly trying to understand it more.

he hears it behind the heavy frame of your bathroom door. every morning he hears your sniffles. your murmurs, the sound of the toilet paper being ripped from its permeated edges. the constant flow of deep breaths you take before the cycle happens again, and again. again. he hates it, he sits up in the bed cold jewelry chilling his skin, and he sobs. when you cry nanami cries, it hurts him. he can hear you huffing and ultimately breaking down every morning. he wishes that he could do more for you, he wants to instill in you that nothing has changed between you two at all. you're just muturing, you’ve become a mother and with that you're destined to change. he can only say that so many times though.

one too many times and you’re snapping at him, or you’re crying in his arms. soft, patters of tears dropping onto his chest, but you always melt into the warmth of his body. then you have those times where you’re always swooning over him. specifically when he’s holding your sweet little girl, cradling her head so sweetly even in the swole muscle of his arm. you’d look at nanami and wonder if he had a kid.

he’s been looking the same over the years. he held a steady job at a big accounting firm; first starting as a regular accountant then working his way up to the most prestige of positions. a ceo of a well renowned firm based in the heart of tampa. since the birth of your child back in december he hasn’t been working much and you appreciate it. you’ve been a stay at home mom ever since his big promotion, and truth be told nanami doesn’t want you working at all. ever since what happened recently he took a long — well deserved “vacation” to stay home with you and prepare for your second child.

but it still makes you jealous like when he goes into your local cafe and he gets those stares from baristas, sometimes they give him extra items free of charge. he didn’t look like he had a kid, for all they knew he could be a single man getting his usual office treats. no one really bothered to look at rings anymore, he had a gold band that he wore proudly on his finger. the man never took it off even though you both had matching ring tattoos that had the date you two got married and the day he proposed in roman numerals wrapped around your all’s fingers.

you didn’t get those same kind stares, it felt like everyone looked at you in disgust. sometimes you’d come out bare faced with baggy clothes because that’s all you had the energy for. you had tons of maternity clothes but nothing uplifted your spirits. you considered this second pregnancy the absolute worst. it was so hard, you just weren’t the same.

you used to glow, a really pretty gold sheen always casted your cheeks when you were younger. you used to be a frequent gym babe with nanami. during a real good time you were a well-known gym and cooking influencer. yet age and children crept on you, halting that hobby of yours. you just couldn’t stop thinking about the past couldyou?

the tears just wouldn’t stop

nanami walked into the bathroom as soon as you started peeling off the eye mask, making you jump back. “n-nami.” you squealed, feigning a fake smile for your loving husband. he pressed a kiss to your lips, but he still held a sharp look on his face. his eyes were droopy and he too had dark under eye bags. one’s that matched yours and held a story similar to yours.

“you’ve been crying, princess— again.” he stood beside you in the mirror and looked down at you. “n-no! i haven’t.”

“don’t lie to my right now,” he shuts the door, “now talk.”

“i’m just tired kento, i’m tired of not being perfect. i’m tired of being fucking pregnant. i’m not the same anymore, you see it. i know you must be tired of having to take care of me like a chi-“

he scoops you up and plops your butt right down on the edge of the bathroom counter. he cages you in and gives you a look of warning. one that begs you not to say anymore. it hurts. “stop it, really. you shouldn’t be thinking like that.”

“and you know we never talked after that day,” he lightly unraveled the towel from off of your head, “and i think we should.”

“sometimes i wonder if i should blame myself mo-“

“don’t,” you give him a light laugh, “blame the hormones okay?”

“gotta blame me too, gotta love on my lady a tad bit more.”

your hair has taken a light form of the towel and he giggles his ass off as he tries to ruffle out your curls. you feel your body warm at the slightest touch of affection. it was this form of intimacy that you never got enough of, but you — you had an endless supply. nurturing your daughter and the little kiddo to be inside you.

“i don’t know nanami, i just want to make sure i’m doing good,” you sigh, “you don’t have to baby me.”

“but i’m not, i need to make sure you’re okay. i need you to be okay. i need you to talk to me when you think things are fucked up.”

“i just want — i need your attention more, and not in that way. i need you to tell me when you need me, and i’ll try my best to do the same.”

“mhm you got me,’ he giggled and looked at himself in the mirror before his eyes moved to the half open robe. “what if i told you i needed you right now?’ he hummed.

“don’t play like that,” you balled up your fist and landed playful hits against his chest. he lightly stopped your barrage of petty hits and brought your arms up to dangle around his neck. though you had to raise off your butt to do so.

“i’m not.”

he picked you up, carefully making sure that your tummy was protected as he waddled with you to open the door and over to the bed. you’re not sure if it was the lack of intimacy you two had been engagaing in during the past couple of months, but you were already getting wet. he was always gentle with you, talking you through things and making sure you were okay. the fact that he could lift you up even with all this extra baby weight was astonishing.

it was the same for him. he had his needs, your sex drive had been insanely low, hence another reason why your confidence was dipping. a man without sex, could be considered a lion starved — but that wasn’t him though. nanami was content with what he had, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t aching for sex — clearly. but it’s a bonus when taking care of you.

it’s something he’s been itching for. you feel a big bulge against your ass, and you can’t help but feel so upset for making him wait so long. “ ‘m sorry, nami.” you truly are. you feel as if it’s your fault that he resorted to his newfound “kink”. getting off in your panties thinking of you instead. you’ll always blame yourself, but he doesn’t.

your eyes and inner nose begin to sting as you hold back more tears, “sorry for making you wait so long,” he shushes you and rest his head on the top of yours as he carefully sets you down on the soft sheets. “stop it,” he mumbled. he juggled his next few words as he stared at the family picture that sat ontop of your shared mahogany dresser. his eyes darted to the 85” tv across the room. the mini “samsung'' sequence bouncing around the screen until it fit perfectly into the left edge.

“you owe me nothing,” his lips rested against your hair, “you’re perfect.”

“perfect for me,” his stomach ached as he continued, “perfect partner.” you started to lean back on the bed, maple irises fleeting up to his own. his eyes told a story; filled with love and compassion.

“and a perfect little momma, don’t forget that m’kay?” he slid his thigh up right in between your legs and laid you back on the bed. he was big, taller and broader than you were, it often made you forget. he clasped your hands together over your head, fitting his own within them. he was right on top of you. there was a pattern between your legs, one of his own on the outside of your left thigh and his other was pressing right against your pussy.

his knee gently rubbed against it, the cloth of his pajama pants was soft against the thin cotton of your panties. you hummed in delight and squeezed your eyes shit. the sting of tears returned. you could feel them ready to run over your cheeks and race down onto the sheets. nanami mentally cursed himself for being so hard right now, especially in a space where you got so vulnerable for him, but he just couldn’t help it.

you constantly brushed off sex, you didn’t think you were pretty enough. you reminded yourself over and over that you let yourself go, and that he didn’t need to belittle himself for the likes of you. “kento.” you whimpered.

“you don’t have to do this for me,” you scrunch your face, driven uncomfortable by the tears that ran down the sides of your face trickling into your hair and beading off into the sheets, “ i don’t… i don’t look good right now.”

you don’t have the will to stare back at him, you look down at the space in between you. you see his bulge. his cock leaves a perfect swell in his pants that he has to adjust. he cups his hands around it and shifts it a little bit to calm himself down. “don’t keep saying that,” he mutters, “ you’re so pretty, princess.” his golden locks tickle the skin of your forehead as he leans down.

his nose grazes your forehead and he travels further south, leaving wet kisses along your cheeks and all over the tip of your nose. you feel a gentle tugging at your robe, as he situates his hand around the bottom flap of the robe, he nudges his knee a bit harder against your weeping cunny. those vile feelings of self loathing didn’t stop your pussy from dripping at his sweet words of affirmation.

they spilled from his lips so sweetly and soundly that it made you ache all over. some of that ache was way too concentrated and made you throb right in your core.

“who’s my pretty girl,” he rasped. he propped his body up by lanting his palms flat against the mattress. he grounded himself. being this close to you was his sanctuary and gave him a peace of mind. you felt something in your heart that you hadn’t felt in a while. he touched you with ease, like you were fragile. touches so soft, careful not to break you.

“don’t wanna say it,” you cover your eyes with your hands, the small limbs shaking with nervousness, “don’t want to.” you sniffle.

“don’t be so shy, baby. whose my pretty girl.” it comes out as a deep groan, almost carnal. he begins to spiral on top of you slowly. on an impulse he begins to slowly bend his arms. he’s hovering over a litte bit, he nips at your bottom lip. he sucks on it, wraps his own lips around the fat of it.

your lips are minty against his tongue, and he continues to lower himself. he's even more careful. he doesn’t drop his weight on your tummy but he blocks your view of the area that once contained space. a quiet moan escapes.

nanami’s hips are slowly rutting, he’s pushing his bulge into your heat. that simple action makes your heart rate increase. it’s got you really thinking, the gears in your head turn. even like this you still get him so hard, you can still make him groan into your mouth. he still gets you hot in the face. “come on, baby,” he releases his lip with a pop, “tell me what i wanna hear.”

“i-i’m your,” you can’t rid the string of moans that come out of your lips when he circles his bulge against your puffy clit, “pretty girl — ‘mm your pretty girl.” you moan out entirely too breathless. a couple hot circles against your clit and your body slightly trembles. your breath heightens and you can feel a certain feeling growing in your tummy.

hot and warm. comforting and bubbly

“ ‘s too much ken-!” you squeal out. he pushes into you harder. you can feel his outline, it’s hot as it twitches against your clit. he hates to drag, but he’s dragging himself against you. he’d hate to cum first but it’s been months since he’s had you like this. it’s been so long since the last time he could bring you to a certain bliss; a feeling so high you couldn’t even speak.

your clenching so hardly around nothing. you ball up your fist to your sides, joining nanami in the dry fucking. he plants his left elbow to the bed and falls to your side. smiling and too horny off the thought of you so full of life, tummy swell and eyes squeezed shut as you basically fucked the air.

you both need it, that one thing that will make you both feel whole again. that one thing that you both haven’t reached together in a long time, because fucking wasn’t easy. having sex was a task that you didn’t want to face with nananmi, not after you’ve been moping and feeling like shit. you just didn’t think you deserved it.

this was the morning you were gonna get it though. it was the morning that you decided it was okay to enjoy your pleasure, it was a morning like no other where nanami really praised you made sure you were okay. he’ll never fully understand you, but today those hormones in you didnt release too much. it’s like the estrogen and progesterone gave you a tiny break. the tears were still there but it wasn’t so bad.

“why’d you stop.” you mumble. your lashes are full and heavy, sticking together by the wet fiber of your tears. “ i wanna be inside you.”

his index and middle finger twirl atop the swell of your stomach. he traces them down the line that separates your stomach in two half spheres. “need you to lay on your side,” he runs his hand through his hair, “can you do that for me?”

his hand smooths over your legs as he helps you flip over. you huff as you begin to turn to your side. “this ain’t easy, you know.” he chuckles smoothly, one that transcends right from his gut, “i know, that’s why i’m trying to help,” you end up on your side after feeling comfy, “it’s nice to see you like this.”

“like what,” you breathe out, “beside me like this — it’s been a while” he presses into your skin. your body shivers from his ghostlike touch, and airy words. they’re light and delicate, pulling you into a deep trance.

he grabs a pillow and gives it to you, placing a small half of it underneath you as he gently picks you up. “let me know if it gets uncomfortable okay?” you give him a hurried nod, kindly rubbing your thighs together as you wait for him to make the first move. it’s been so long you don’t know what to do and you don’t know exactly what you want but he does. he’s been patiently waiting for this. the tips of his fingers lightly graze against the smooth heat of your skin. he nestles up right behind you and whispers gentle praise and reassurance.

“gonna be real gentle okay, gonna make you so full, but i’ll fuck you nice and slow.” his fingers start at your shoulder blades and glide down your arm. you quiver gently and rub your ass back against his bulge, “is that okay?”

you hum in response, already drooling from his touch. he continues further down; up and over your full hips and down to your thighs. his fingers nearly skate across them; they glow from the shea butter that you always rub into your skin. “that tickles.” you whine. “does it?”

his right hand travels up over the curve of your top thigh and he easily slips his around to your front. he uses his fingers to feel at the fat of your folds, he starts with your clit and makes his way further down. you're comfortable, warm as he plays with the now soaked cotton of your panties.

his fingers smoothly play with the fabric, you bring his free arm down and grip onto it. too overcome with pleasure, thinking about how you haven’t been touched in so long. thinking back on the last time you yourself even let an ounce of pleasure take you over. “keep doing that.” you whimper, subtly squeezing your thighs together to trap his hand against your pussy.

“missed this pussy.” he groaned. he lifted the cotton, swooning over the slick that stuck to your panties. he dipped his fingers in first, preparing you for penetration. he’s thinking about how it’s been so full since he’s stuffed you full with his cock, but he knows he has to be gentle. he has to loosen up first. starting with everything; all the stress, all the uncertainties. his fingers slip between your folds, gathering your slick before he carefully pushes them in. one finger at a time he starts with his index.

your gummy walls swallow it up, but there’s a slight burn. this intrusion that you haven’t felt in months makes you shiver, has you moaning against a spare pillow. he scoots closer behind you, letting his bulge poke into your ass, “it’s a little tight.” he whispers.

“need you to relax, need you to let me in.”

your pussy flutters, “ ‘m tryin’.”

you forgot what it felt like so you don’t know how to respond. his index curls inside of you, which has you breathing even harder and interrupts your quest of relaxing, but you know it should be simple. you take a few deep breaths, some interrupted by his eager fingers. “almost there.” he mumbles. you continue. you cycle your breaths careful not to intake too much and really let it all out.

there’s a steady pulse that you can both feel, the subtle gaping of your hole as he slips his middle finger inside. “good girl.” he smirks. he’s eager, slowly humping your ass, getting that stimulation for his tip that he needs. you’re too engrossed with the pleasure in between your legs that you don’t notice it. “i think you’re ready, princess.” his excuse to stuff you full, because he simply can not wait to take you

he shuffles behind you still letting his fingers enjoy your sticky heat. the cotton of his sleep pants are nearly soaked, his tip leaked so much and it didn’t help that he woke up horny. not at all. his cock sprung free, heavily sliding against the silk that halted the view of your ass. he folded up that last flap; the robe now covered only the upper half of your body. he pulls his fingers out, rubbing the tips together to feel our slick between them. the delicate substance is thick and clear, and such a pretty fucking sight.

his right hand falls to the cusp of your right knee, slowly lifting the weak limb to allow him access. he holds you up, you can feel his hand squeezing the fat of your thigh; the best for leverage. he was drunk. drunk off your moans and your essence. “let me know if it hurts okay? tell me if it’s too much.”

you nod and wait, you wait patiently for a feeling you’ve grown foreign too. you hold onto your sheets the material folding under your grasp as you feel his bulbous tip poke and prod at your entrance. the fat mushroom tip that blushes a dark red, keen and anxious to stuff you up. he slips it in oozing a crazy amount of precum as he rubs against your gummy walls, and he continues to push.

he’s making you take his shape, since your pussy hasn’t been fitted around it in so long. your nails dig into the bony build of his hand, and you're clamping down too hard, eager to not let anything in. “almost in, princess…”

“i don’t — don’t remember it being this big,” you whimper; clutching onto his hand even tighter, “feels like ‘m gonna break.”

“ah fuckkk. you won’t break, baby. promise.”

“just gotta relax, let me show you how much i missed you.”

nanami draws his hips back and sheathes himself inside. his cock gives you a nice filling, his tip pokes at the sensitive area that settles all the way in the back. grazing against the sensitive skin making you squeal as he guides himself in as far as his hips would allow. those same fingertips now pressed into the fat of your hip. giving him another outlet to release the pressure that formed deep in his stomach.

his thrust were slow, sure to keep you comfy and to issue a welcoming pressure in your core. he didn’t wanna snap or lose control, but it felt like he was digging something out of you. his heaviness dragged inside of you so well and he could feel your insides readjusting to his shape with each deep thrust of his hips.

they slammed against your ass, the firm build of his groin filled the room with a slow clap. he scooted himself down, letting his body move down the back of your own so he could angle his hips up to soothe that spongy, sweet spot inside that nobody has pleasured in so long. “gonna be okay if i go a little faster.” he pistons his hip up at an angle, but he doesn’t sheathe himself all the way in. he misses your cervix by about a centimeter; careful not to evoke too much pain.

“mhm.” you whimper. slightly throwing your hips back and grinding in a half assed circle. “just like that,” he groans, taking a hand full of your waist in his right as he sharpens his thrust with a bit of speed, “a little faster so it feels better. you’re taking me so well, baby.”

“missed this pussy so much.” he swallows; his breath fans across the expanse of your back. you shiver. “it missed you too.” you tremble, latching onto the pillow. his lips are warm as he leaves a trail of kisses down the spine of your back. it’s been a short amount of time, the soft, simple fucking. the press of his abs along the comforting fat of your ass. he swears he’ll cum in any moment. at any moment he’ll be pumping a thick load into your tight cunny, drenching your walls. marking what’s his, stuffing you full of white.

you’re sucking him in too deep, pulling him in deeper. his strokes have a fever to them that you missed. you feel everything, the divet from his tip, you feel it pressing so harshly against your walls. you want to whine, cry about how it hurst, but it feels so fucking good to have your husband inside you again. it feels way too good to get a filling of his cock again; hot and numbing. you throb uncontrollably around him.

nanami sits at the perfect position to fuck into your g-spot. it feels like there’s no room to fit. “nam-namiii,” you whimper, “it feels like ‘m bout to cum.”

“already, princess? i can feel you squeezing… does it feel that good?” he smirks, furrowing his brow as he does the inevitable. his strokes become a little harder; he makes the squelching sound surround you both and he picks up your thigh to make his thrust really reach deep. “cum, baby. cum on this cock — need to feel it so bad.” you can feel him weighing down on your clit.

the bundle of nerves aches with desperation. he stretches you out, separates your folds so that his length hits on it just a little bit, but all the pleasure is up against that spongy spot in your pussy. you try tp cover your mouth, your eyes roll into the back of your head as he times his thrust with your clenching. you’re not slipping up, you refuse to let him go so he can’t stop himself from fucking you.

your wetness drips out onto the sheets, pooling up in the space beneath your legs. as he times his thrust, you slowly begin to tremble and squeeze your thighs shut. “cummin’... nami m’cummin’.” you groan. he tries to speak, but he can’t get anything out. your toes curl as you shake in his grasp. you cum hard, your cunny sucks him into your deepest parts. the way your pussy has him wrapped around your finger is crazy, the way you tighten around him as you ride out his orgasm tips him over the edge. the tightness of your walls milks his cock and all it has to give.

“good — did so good for me, milking daddy’s cock.” it comes out hoarse and airy. he can’t understand the surge of pleasure that sears through him. he just feels his balls twitch as he releases his cum, hot and sticking perfectly to your delicate insides. even when you’ve milked him for all he’s got his abs still twitch. his dick still pulses inside trying to shoot some more cum out, but there’s nothing. “missed daddy’s cock.” you moan out.

he wraps you up in his arms after you both came down from an incredible high, but he keeps himself nestled inside. he missed this type of warmth and he didn’t want it taken from him too soon. but keeping himself inside arouses him all the more, but he can contain it. for your sake he’d promise he’d go easy on you. “thank you, princess.”

“don’t thank me, silly.” you slightly turn your body back and squeeze his cheek. “it just feels like i fell in love with you all over again.” he smiles.

“don’t make me cry,” you giggle, “you know how easy it is to make me cry.”

“i know, let’s just lay like this for a little while. this okay?”

“mhm, it’s perfect.”

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