#i bet his hugs are really warm and protective

[bitchkay]

I need to start going to sleep at night why Tino just told me good morning💀

[cherrycolored-punk]

still frames - bestfriend! e.m. x fem! reader

author’s note: reminiscing about the friend I had in high school, the one who I’d create playlists with and who’d call to play his guitar for me every night. and you can’t tell me that Eddie isn’t the same type of dude. the sweet bits are based on the reminiscing. the rest is pure fiction with our favorite goof. anyways, enjoy!🧡

w/c: 5k

warnings: angst, pining, smut (oral - reader receiving, protected p in v), spanking, teasing, uhhhh let me know if I forgot anything

‼️ THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI ‼️

Raindrops race down your living room window in lines, and you watch them from your spot on the floor. It’s fall, and the lush greens of summer have begun to change color; their leaves now varying hues of orange and yellow. They create a coziness in your apartment, a warmth that feels like it envelops you and is amplified by the scent of your favorite candle; crisp apple, nectar, and warm clove spice fill your lungs with each breath you take.

Eddie lays beside you on his stomach, focusing on his phone and the playlist you created for him.

The playlists were a tradition since middle-school, a way to introduce each other to a new sound or a band the other might not have heard of. For some time, though, you’d been using it to send cryptic messages, and he hadn’t caught on. 

Your crush on Eddie came suddenly but was felt all at once. 

It was a spring morning nearly two years ago, and you’d laid dying in bed, except not really. You just had the flu, but you felt close to death and had texted him as much.

Eddie: what do you need?

You: hit me with your van, stab me in the face…please end my suffering.

He, of course, didn’t grant your wish, but he’d shown up at your apartment after work with a grocery bag full of supplies. Eddie was still wearing his navy coveralls covered in oil and smelled like grease. From what you could smell, anyway. You could barely breathe through your nose.

“I got you theraflu tea, and I don’t want to hear you complain about the taste. You just need to drink it,” he scolded before you could even complain. 

Your jaw snapped shut.

“Also got your favorite soup, four cans,” he held his fingers up, “orange juice, Vicks, popsicles in case your throat hurts, those saltines you like, and,” he turned, “I brought Scream for us to watch since I know it’s your favorite.”

It hit you like a ton of bricks, made your heart stutter, and nearly stop. 

It was the way he was smiling, the familiar excited gleam in his eye as he looked at you. It was the fact that he’d shown up after a twelve-hour shift with all your favorite sick foods in tow. 

Your eyes traced over his face like you were seeing him for the first time. The sharp edge of his jaw, the plump of his lips, the freckles that dotted the slope of his nose, and when did Eddie become so beautiful?

You’d tried blaming it on the fact that less oxygen was getting to your brain and a virus was wrecking your immune system, but now you didn’t have the same excuse. Now you couldn’t look at Eddie without noticing the pinks of his cheeks or the different smiles he had. Couldn’t be around him without yearning to hug him or hold him in a way that didn’t scream just friends.

The past year and a half had been overwhelming, the yearning making you feel hollow. Like if you didn’t say something, it would continue to eat you alive, but telling him ran the risk of ruining the friendship and that was a fate worse than being alone.

You glance over to the playlist he’s listening to, at the song playing, and clench your eyes shut.

Despite the music in your ears, you can hear the song reverberating off the walls of your skull. The one you heard that made you think of him. It plays in your head, having memorized every lyric and the way the singer’s voice influxes with certain words.

Bet you never knew it

Think you’d suit me just fine

And you know he’ll never get it, never know you’re hopelessly in love with him.

You close your eyes and focus on the song, one he chose specifically for you. 

Good Riddance plays soft, a break from the heavy metal he always added but not a song you hadn’t heard before. It brings a sense of nostalgia in the form of a lump in your throat, and you swallow hard, images of high school flashing through your mind like a retro view-master. It feels like yesterday and another lifetime all at once. The plays you were in, the various games you cheered at, going to Corroded Coffin’s shows, staying over at Eddie’s house, the first time he’d convinced you to join a campaign…the face of “I told you so” when you told him you had actually enjoyed it.

Eddie pulls the earbud from your ear, auburn hair tickling you where it meets your bare shoulder and interrupting your reminiscing. You turn to him, curious eyes meeting his steady gaze. 

“What is it?” you question with a quirk of your brow, unable to decipher the expression that colored his features. 

“Curious choice of songs here,” his voice carries a teasing lilt as he turns onto his side, facing you. 

You could feel his gaze on you, searching your features for the answer to a question he hadn’t asked yet. 

“How do you figure?” you turn, matching his pose, and rest your chin on your palm.

Eddie thought for a moment, his eyes turning up and to the left as he searched for the words. 

He looks handsome as ever, pale skin glowing from the light of your candle. Cinnamon eyes lit with a hint of mischief and something you couldn’t name. 

His eyes shift down and meet yours, a broad dimpled smile slotting into place. 

“Something tells me you have a crush on someone,” and your heart practically drops into your ass at his words.

“A crush?” You ask, half-laughing at his accusation in an attempt not to vomit.

“Oh, don’t play coy. Every song on here drones on about love,” he points to his phone, his eyebrows pushed into his bangs. 

“They’re just good songs, Edward,” you shove his head and lay flat on your back, but he follows your movements, hovering over you. Close enough that you can smell the spearmint of his gum and the cologne he wears; musk and smoked suede. It makes your mouth water, his proximity making your heart lurch in your ribcage. 

“I never said they weren’t good, Princess.” 

Your hand reaches out to push his face away at the nickname, but he catches your wrist in his grasp, a cocky smile spreading wide on his lips. 

“What happened to us not questioning the playlist, Munson? Isn’t that rule number one since day one?” You attempt to fight your wrist out of his grasp, but it remains firm. 

“Let go,” you grumble, and he shakes his head.

“Not until you tell me,” he counters.

“Tell you what?” you stop fighting, and your arm falls back near your head, his fingers still wrapped around it as though he were pinning you there. 

“Who is it?” he shrugs, but you don’t miss how his adam’s apple bobs as he asks. 

You wonder if Eddie can hear how your heart hammers, your senses overwhelmed by his sudden inquisition. 

“There isn’t anyone,” but your gaze turns from him, and he knows you’re lying. 

“Not good enough,” he shakes his head.

“Why does it matter?”

“Because I need to know,” you look back at him. The need you’d felt for the past year reflected in his gaze.

Time slows.

“Why?” your voice is softer, barely above a whisper. Breath held as you wait for his answer. 

He lets go of your wrist and settles back at your side, reaching for his phone as you watch him. The anticipation of his response pushing you closer to cardiac arrest. 

Eddie pulls out your other earbud and places one of his own in your ear. 

I Want You plays, and you recognize the familiar sound of Mitski’s voice. One that is full of yearning and a palpable sorrow. You look at him with a curious upturn of your brow, a silent question, and he turns the screen of his phone towards you. 

It’s a new playlist, one you hadn’t seen, and it bears a simple title: your name. 

A million thoughts race through your head, but you can’t find the words or the right question. 

“Mitski?” You decide to tease, your cheeks warm as the feelings rush through you. The realization that maybe, just maybe, he loved you too. 

“Shut up,” he grumbles, but it’s full of affection, and his face leans closer—his gaze darts between your eyes and the swell of your lips. 

Your mouth parts in anticipation, eyes fluttering shut as your head lifts to meet him halfway. 

A small gasp escapes your lips at the first contact, his lips softer than you’d ever imagined. Slotting perfectly together with yours. He tasted like the gum he chewed and the soda he’d had; sweeter than you thought he’d be.

Eddie’s hand cups your face, gently holding your jaw as his thumb rubs the apple of your cheek. Holding you almost reverently. 

The kiss deepens as he pulls you on top of him, his tongue tracing the curve of your bottom lip, asking for permission. Your tongue swipes against his in response, and you swallow the moan he feeds you - fingers tangling in the fabric of his black t-shirt as he holds you to him. 

His large hand wanders down your back and over the curve of your ass, gripping the dough of it. You can’t help the circle of your hips as you grind against his thigh. Chasing the friction you so desperately need. 

Your lungs begin to ache as the kiss deepens, desperate for oxygen but more so for his touch, and you roll over, pulling his weight on top of you. Enjoying the feel of his body pressed into yours, and his knee slotted between your legs. 

Eddie pulls away, taking a deep breath to fill his burning lungs, and you chase his fleeting lips - eyes still closed. He chuckles, rubbing your cheek affectionately - memorizing the softness of your skin and the warmth of your body underneath him.

You breathe in deeply, gaze finally meeting his, and the first thing you notice is the flush of his cheeks. Then the way his brown eyes are almost obsidian; darkened with need. His nose brushes yours as he leans in for another kiss, just as soft as the first but quick so he can look at you again. 

“Are you finally going to tell me who it is?” He questions, lips hovering over your jaw, and you can barely breathe. Anticipating his touch. 

You shrug your shoulder, not ready to admit to defeat. 

“Couldn’t tell you, just some guy,” you play with the collar of his shirt, acting aloof. 

“Just some guy,” he repeats with a shake of his head, pressing a kiss to the space between your jaw and your ear. 

Your breath comes out shaky, and you can only nod.

“Was hoping it was me, Princess,” he kisses down your neck causing goosebumps to sprout along your arms.

His lips press against the skin of your shoulder, pushing at the strap of your dress with his mouth to nudge it out of the way. 

The curve of his lips is a whisper above your skin, his head dipping down and tracing the tops of your breasts. You arch into his touch, desperate to feel his mouth over every inch of your body. 

He stops abruptly, his head lifting back to hover over yours with a mocking grin. Enjoying how he already affects you, the way you whine when you don’t get what you want. 

“As if you don’t know the answer,” you gruff, and he leans in, shaking his head. 

“I want to hear you say it,” he whispers, face inches from yours—a dare. 

The stubborn part of you wants to deny it, wants to keep the secret close in case this was all in jest, but there’s another part that yearns to hear him say it too. To hear him say it back. For it to be more than a private playlist with your name attached.

“It’s you,” and you almost want to disappear. To sink into the floor or to be swallowed whole. Despite the kiss, despite the way his body presses closer to yours when he finally hears you say the quiet part out loud. Saying it out loud made it real, the threat of losing him as a friend more imminent. 

But his mouth is back on yours, more fervent than before. His hand traces up your thigh and grips the soft flesh. Pressing himself against you. 

You kiss him back with just as much need, an eager hand pushing at the hem of his shirt until you feel his skin. The curve of your nails drags lightly down his abdomen, stopping just above his belt. Enjoying the way the coarse hairs that lead into his pants feels against your fingers. Your other hand curls in his hair, holding his face to yours. 

Eddie shudders at the sensation, a small gasp spilling from his lips as they leave yours. You look at him through hooded eyes, a slight grin slotting into place when you notice his flushed cheeks and hair slightly disheveled. 

Energy thrums through you, making your heart pound. God, you want to make him gasp like that again.

“Was that so hard?” He questions, his expression a little cocky despite his breathlessness, and if you weren’t so eager to kiss him again you might just push his face from yours. 

“Shut up,” you say affectionately and kiss him again. 

Soft, sweet. Relishing in the feel of his lips until it isn’t enough. Until the carnal hunger can’t be ignored. 

Your tongue swipes against his lower lip, and you suck it between your own. Swallowing his low moan. The palm of your hand trails lower, small fingers wrapping around his handcuff belt. Breath caught in your throat until it makes your lungs burn, and you pull away. 

Eddie watches you, your slow, languid movements causing him to hold his breath in anticipation. His long, callused fingers push up, up, up until you feel them beneath your panties, matching your pace, creating a line of fire wherever they meet your skin. 

His belt falls open with a rumble of metal, and he presses his forehead to yours; hand gripping your ass, fingers spreading you apart, and edging closer to your center. 

Your palm rubs against his coarse pubic hairs as you slide your hand further into his boxers, a small gasp escaping your lips when your fingers rub against the warm length of his arousal. Eddie is bigger than you had imagined, and you’d spent plenty of time picturing him while in bed. Legs spread and fingers working you over the edge. But this is better than a daydream. 

His cock jumps against your palm as you wrap your fingers along his shaft, exploring the soft skin and the thick vein that lines his length. Your thumb brushes against his tip, collecting the pre-cum that leaks from it. 

Dark eyes watch as you remove your hand and bring your thumb to your mouth, tongue swirling against your digit before sucking it clean. 

A groan escapes Eddie’s lips, his jaw slack. Eyes hooded with need. 

His next movements are fast, quicker than your mind can keep up with.

He flips you onto your stomach, mouth racing down your back eagerly; needy hands pushing the fabric of your dress up until your ass is exposed. 

“This okay,” he questions, fingers hooked on the lace of your panties, and you whine, ass wiggling eagerly beneath him in response. He slaps the fat of it, a cocky laugh falling from his lips, but he wastes no time.

Eddie tosses your panties over his head absently; gaze focused on the swell of your butt. He hooks an arm around your waist and drags you up on all fours until you’re bared to him. His hands are on your ass like an anchor as he dips his head closer. 

The scruff of his beard scrapes against your soft skin, his warm breath felt against your spine. Each kiss is slow and deliberate, felt in your core as his lips trail down the small of your back and over the valley of your ass. He grips your cheeks and spreads them, revealing the rim of your ass and your glistening cunt. 

“So fucking pretty,” and he practically whimpers at the sight, grabbing his cock to adjust the strain against his jeans. 

He traces his middle finger over your slit and to your bundle of nerves, creating a circle around the bud; a sensation that makes your hips jolt, a soft moan escaping your lips. 

You breathe in sharply when you feel the nudge of his nose against your sex, his tongue swiping along your folds. Savoring the way you taste. 

He teases you, tongue flicking against your clit before swiping towards your aching center and stretching you over his tongue. A guttural moan escapes your lips, your nails digging into the plush of your carpet at the sensation. 

Eddie buries his face deeper, pushing his tongue further into you with a groan that vibrates through you. 

“Oh my god,” you keen, reaching behind and knotting your hands into his hair. You grind against his face, eyes rolling as his tongue darts in and out of your sopping cunt. Fingers pressing into your clit. 

“Fuck,” he moans, voice gruff. 

His tongue laps at your arousal, middle finger prodding your entrance. You release his head, bracing against the carpet. He stretches you inch by inch before adding another, his digits curling inside you. Slowly, he begins to pump them into you, hitting a spot that makes your breath catch in your throat. You clench around him, the orgasm already building.

“Eddie,” you whine, spurring his movements to quicken. For his mouth to wrap around your clit and flick his tongue against it, eager for you to come undone.

You ride his fingers, desperate for the release and out of your mind with need. Body humming, warmed over from the intensity of your arousal.

“Gonna come for me, Princess?” 

You nod your head, pushing your pussy back against him. Desperate for his tongue on your sensitive bud. 

“S-so close,” you stammer. 

Every muscle in your body tenses, and you bury your face in the carpet as the feeling crashes over you. For a moment, you can’t breathe. The moan trapped in your throat and eyes clenched shut until, finally, your center unfurls. 

Your cunt flutters around Eddie’s fingers, and you moan his name as your legs begin to shake, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to pump his fingers into you, groaning at the noise it makes and the way your pussy grips him. His tongue flicks wildly against your clit, eliciting a loud groan to escape from your lips. Your legs shake more intensely as tears spring to your eyes. Bordering overstimulation. 

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” you beg, and suddenly, he pulls his fingers from you. Fat tongue dragging against your wet heat and savoring every drop of your essence. 

He slaps your ass once. Twice. Leaving kisses where his hands were before and trailing them up your back, pushing the fabric of your dress up with him until he pushes it off entirely. 

He’s bent over you, torso pressed to your back. Hard arousal pressed to your sopping center. Warm breath felt against your neck as he whispers.

“Sound so fucking pretty, want to hear you again. Want to watch you.” 

He presses closer to you so you can feel just how badly he wants you, and you shudder. You match his movements, pushing your ass back against him, turning to watch the way his eyes close and his jaw clenches. 

“Do you have a condom?” You whisper, and his eyes open abruptly, searching yours.

“Y-yeah,” he stammers, nodding his head late as though his body was just catching up with his thoughts. 

But he doesn’t move, and it makes you feel shy. A little unsure of yourself. You squirm beneath him and flip over so that you’re face-to-face. 

“We don’t have to,” you rub an absent hand against his face, trying not to think about the fact that you were mostly naked and he was hovering inches from you, fully clothed. 

Eddie shakes his head and leans closer.

“I want to,” he says with more conviction and kisses your cheek, brushing his lips along your jaw. 

“You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted to,” he whispers against your neck. 

His tongue swipes along your neck and nips at your soft flesh. A free hand wanders down your side, creating goosebumps in their path. 

“Have you thought of me?” You ask, dragging a hand down his sternum to the top of his still-open jeans. Your voice is teasing, heavy with a flirtation he’d never heard before, and he nods. No longer cocky, hovering above you but entirely at your mercy. 

“What have you thought about?” You push your hand back into his boxers and begin to stroke him, jaw going slack as you watch his eyes flutter shut. 

Eddie groans, the fingers at your side digging into your skin.

“Y-you in my bed,” he stammers, mind occupied by the feeling of your hand wrapped around his dick. Your grip tightens around him, your grasp firm as you pump his cock faster.

“Is that it?” You whisper against his mouth, nipping at the pout of his bottom lip. He follows your mouth as you pull away, and he shakes his head.

“Thought about how good you’d look as I fuck you,” his words are a little breathless, but they cause your thighs to clench. 

The movement isn’t lost on him. It spurs him on, the familiar cocky grin slotting into place—a glint of mischief in his eye. 

“You’ve thought of it too, haven’t you?” His nose brushes yours, lips hovering over your mouth as he waits for your response.

The shudder that runs through your body gives you away, and you nod. Hand still pumping his cock.

Eddie kisses you more tenderly than you expected. His lips soft against your own, relishing the feel of you. 

“How often?” He questions, mouth still hovering over yours. Hand tracing down your thigh and up again.

You try to concentrate, hand still working him but your rhythm unsteady as you debate to tell him the truth. 

“Every day,” you stroke him again, “sometimes twice a day.”

His mouth crashes against yours, all teeth and tongue. Your hand reaches from his boxers and begins to push at his jeans. He helps you, one hand next to your head, holding his weight above you, and the other helping push his jeans until he kicks them off. Eddie sits up and tugs off his shirt, revealing the expanse of his torso—the dark lines against his alabaster skin. You trace your fingertips over them, lips pressing against his chest as he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra. Eddie tosses the fabric aside, eyes fixated on the curve of your tits. 

“Fucking hell,” his voice is low, appreciative, and he reaches out to trace his fingers along your newly exposed skin. Your back arches into his touch, watching his thumb roll against your nipple and pinch the sensitive flesh between his fingers. A moan falls from your lips, and your head rolls back, legs closing around him.

His head dips to your neck, and he kisses down your chest, over the slopes of your breasts. 

Eddie’s tongue flicks and sucks, pulling your nipple between his teeth. One hand gripping your hip and leading you back down until you’re lying beneath him.

He reaches for his jeans and grabs his wallet, pulling a condom out. 

You stop him before he can unwrap it, “Wait.”

“Are you okay?” He stops and watches you with worry.

“Can we,” you pause, “can we go to my room? To the bed?”  

“Afraid of a little carpet burn, Princess?” He teases, and you swat his bicep, pushing at his chest so you can move past him. 

“Shut up, Munson,” you push his face, but he grabs your hand, standing and pulling you along with him. 

You turn from him to walk to your room, and he slaps your ass, causing you to yelp as you run away from him, your giggles filling the apartment. Eddie chases you, hand reaching out to slap your butt cheeks every so often until you reach the room and suddenly turn to face him.

His chest crashes against yours, and your chuckle dies when you look at him again. The desire in his eyes, the blush that’d crept into his cheeks, and the state of his hair. You reach between your bodies and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping him as he leads you to the bed.

Your back plops against the soft mattress, and he drags your ass to the edge, legs spread wide for him. 

He unwraps the condom and rolls the rubber down his shaft, one thumb drawing circles against your clit. Gathering your slick. 

You pant as he works you up, whining when he stops, only to jolt when his wrapped length rubs against your slick folds. Your fingers wrap around his wrist as he inches into you, his eyebrows pushing together as your cunt wraps around his cock.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, gripping your hip with his free hand. 

Eddie is a stretch, but the feel of him pushing into you is delicious - every inch making your toes curl. 

“Oh,” you moan, and it’s all you can manage. Words turning to nonsense once he’s fully seated inside of you. 

He leans down and kisses you, lips hard against yours as his hips roll into you. His rhythm starts slow, pumping into you at a languid pace. Savoring the way you feel, the way your moans sound, and your naked chest feels pressed to his. 

His movements quicken, the snap of his hips growing louder as he juts into you. You pull away from his lips and dig your nails into his bicep. He presses his forehead to yours, eyes focused on where your bodies are connected. Watching the way your pussy sucks him in, clenches perfecting around his shaft, and the image of you draws him closer to the edge. 

Eddie pushes off the mattress, straightening your legs until they’re pressed against his torso, one foot resting on either side of his head. He has the perfect view of you; the bounce of your tits as he ruts into you, the way your mouth hangs open, and your eyes are entirely focused on him. 

He pounds his dick into you, one hand moving between your legs and drawing circles against your bud. 

“Eddie, ahh, oh fuck-” you grip his forearm as he continues to thrust every inch of his cock in and out of your sensitive cunt. 

“You like that, baby?” and you nod.

“Say it,” he groans, hips stuttering as he nears his pinnacle. 

“Feel so good, Eddie,” you moan, and the way you say his name makes him clench his jaw. Trying his best to maintain composure until you come.

“Going to come for me, sweetheart?” and it sounds like a demand. Your nails dig into his skin as you nod. 

Your eyes trace down his body, watching the movement of his hips and the way your ass reverberates with each movement. The image of him, the erotic sound of skin on skin, bringing you closer.

“Please,” you beg, back arching off the bed as you get closer. The rubber band at your center stretching thin and ready to snap.

Your legs fall from his shoulders and hook around his waist, pulling him closer. Deeper. Exactly where you need him. The tip of his cock nudges your spongy center, the orgasm building with each rock of his hips until it’s enough.

His name is on your lips like a prayer, vision white as the intensity of the orgasm pulses through you. 

“Baby,” he groans, the grip your pussy has on him causing his hips to stutter and the muscles in his abdomen to tighten as he reaches his peak. His hands grip your thighs, his dick twitching inside you as he spills into the condom.

You come down for your orgasm and watch him through hooded eyes—the flush of his pale skin, the sharp edge of his jaw.

So fucking pretty.

He releases his grip on your thighs and slowly inches out of you. 

You whine at the loss, already needy for more, and he gives you a cocky smirk. Eddie presses a quick kiss to your lips before disappearing down the hall, and you listen as the faucet squeaks, then off before he returns. 

He approaches you with a warm washcloth, and wipes your center before discarding it into your nearby hamper. 

You pull him forward, resting his weight against your body. For a moment, the two of you sit in silence. The only sound filling the room is your heavy breaths and the faint thrums of your hearts. 

“That was-,” and he can’t finish the sentence. Unable to find the right string of words.

Eddie pushes his weight off you, balancing on his hands and meeting your gaze. He leans closer, his nose tracing yours, and he kisses you softly—a hum vibrating against your lips when he releases your mouth.

“Decent,” you shrug and roll your eyes affectionately. Falling into your usual teasing.

“That was some of my best work, babe,” he gasps, feigning shock. Hand to his chest as he stands straight. 

Your heart skips at the nickname, but you try to hide it. Babe. 

“Guess you’ll have to show me again,” you shrug and push yourself further onto the bed. 

Eddie raises a devious brow and follows your movements, his body inching forward as yours inches back. 

“I can show you again,” he kisses you, “and again,” he kisses you once more, “as many times as it takes to convince you,” he promises.

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[🕷️] 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒!

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[🕷️] 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄:

🕷️ - He would be very keen on spending time together one on one especially during his time in the cartel where it’s unknown if there will be another tomorrow.

🕷️- I think he would love staying inside his villa with you and enjoying a nice home meal while watching a movie.

🕷️- He would love giving you self defence lessons and training you in the gym, especially since that’s his element. This man would have a whole training and diet plan already made for you.

🕷️- Armando would try take you out every now and then, maybe to go shopping or for a nice dinner just to give you a feeling of a relatively normal life. He wouldn’t do this often though, probably only doing this for anniversaries as he wouldn’t want to place you in any danger.

🕷️- He would enjoy coming back home after some business he had to handle whether that was securing a deal or carrying out an execution, to see you sleeping in your shared bed. This would give him a sense of security and also spend some quality time of sleeping together.

[🕷️] 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇:

🕷️- He would not be someone to do public display of affection. The thought of someone seeing him be vulnerable with you would probably cause trouble.

🕷️- The only display of affection he would do would be longing stares at you if you walk past him, sneaky winks or he would hold your fingertips as you talk to him, making sure to hold eye contact with you.

🕷️- It would be a struggle at first to make him initiate affection as he grew up without parents. An incarcerated mother and a dad he grew up to hate? A whole lot of issues.

🕷️- However, he would eventually warm up to the idea.

🕷️-Behind closed doors, he would love wrapping his arms around you and hugging you as it gives him the satisfaction of protecting you.

🕷️- He would also love giving you slow, passionate kisses. (depending on his mood) The type to make you and him both, longing for more.

🕷️- however if he’s angry, you already know he’s going to be grabbing your face and forcing you into a heated, passionate kiss. His hands exploring your body as he releases his frustrations.

[🕷️] 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

🕷️- He would openly compliment your superficial things such as your clothes, hair or makeup.

🕷️- However, getting something beneath the surface level for him would be tough.

🕷️- He’s overly critical and cynical of the world, believing evil things happen to everyone and that you never really know someone’s true self.

🕷️- However, his perception quickly changed when he met you.

🕷️- You showed him something different, a breath of fresh air. He loved the way you carried yourself, holding yourself with grace but not hesitant to assert yourself.

🕷️- One day he would say, “I really admire your character baby.”

🕷️- You would look at him in shock, not hearing those words before and quite frankly caught off guard at his sensitive words. Nevertheless you would smile and reply, “I learnt it all from you.”

[🕷️] 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄

🕷️- This wouldn’t really be a big one for him.

🕷️- I believe he would expect you to be able to do things for yourself, he wouldn’t be able to care for you, himself and his cartel as well. He would get frustrated at your lack of ability to be able to care for yourself.

🕷️- However, if you ever get hurt or sick you can bet on it that he’s taking care of you.

🕷️- He wouldn’t let anyone help you, only him.

🕷️- He would change your dressings or help you take your medication. Even bring you soup for your sore throat.

🕷️- He would help clean up around the bedroom and help you do basic tasks again.

🕷️- He has maids for the rest, so what’s the point.

[🕷️] 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆:

🕷️- Armando wouldn’t really get you surprise gifts, he would much prefer to give you money and allow you to buy your own.

🕷️- He would surprise you with an amount of cash and then you can buy what you want.

🕷️- Sometimes he’ll come back with a new necklace for you that has his initials or the name of his cartel, just to let other know that you’re claimed.

🕷️- If it was your birthday, you can bet the whole mansion would be decorated and there would be a private jet awaiting you, ready to take you on a holiday resort.

[sssiriusly]

KISSES; REMUS LUPIN

fem!evans!reader

❛ you are so stupid, Remus ❜

summary: Remus doesn't seem to get enough of his sweet girlfriend.

warning: kisses, idiots in love, lily evans being a good protective big sister, mentions of sex, slight mention of drugs. (I think that's all)

note: my first language is no English, also again this is not edited and written late at night.

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HIS HANDS WERE EVERYWHERE. On your hips, on your back, on your bum —sometimes trying to reach your breasts. His lips were soft, oh so soft you'd bet you could fall asleep while kissing him, or while he was kissing you. Your hands were placed on his hair —messy thanks to you. He hums as you pull it.

Supposedly you were going to study for potions, this subject was hard for both of you so you decided to have a fun study date together, with chocolate and candy canes and maybe some hot chocolate as well.

It started when you were reading over your notes and you could feel Remus's stare over you; seconds later his hand had found your thigh and his chin was resting over your shoulder.

“I think we've studied enough, you know?”. Quite ironic coming from him, the same boy who would starve himself if it meant getting an O on everything (or at least the majority of his classes) was one telling you to stop studying. Ironic really.

“I still don't get it, Rem”. You sighed, your eyes closing momentarily as you felt Remus' hands wander over your legs, coming up from your knee to your upper thigh and to your knee again. His soft lips slightly kissing your left shoulder, it felt so good. You let yourself dive into the pleasure your boyfriend is giving you. How his long fingers pressed against you, his hot breath against you. Maybe you could study later— no! He was distracting you that sick bastard! But it felt so good.

“We could study later” he kissed your neck slightly sucking on it “or tomorrow” he kissed right behind your ear, you sighed “we could always just copy Snape's notes” you laughed, not because of the kisses but because of the mention of Severus on this intimate moment.

“I—. . . Should I be jealous that you think about Severus when we are kissing” he laughed, his nose digging into your neck, softly biting you shoulder.

“I am so sorry you had to find out this way, love” he kissed your cheek “—but Snivellus now owns my heart” you laughed throwing your head against Remus' shoulder. He kissed you, softly, so softly you could get lost in it.

“you are so stupid, Lupin” you giggled and so did he, his hands leaving your legs and embracing you in a tight hug, your noses slightly grazing each other as he smiled at you, so lovingly, so lost and that dazed feeling took over your head, the pressure in your chest that expanded into a warm wave of love, passion and joy all over your body, you couldn't get luckier, not when this man was in front of you smiling as if you were the last chocolate on his collection. You couldn't get enough of this man. And that's how you ended in this situation, both your tongues fighting as he moved you slightly over his lap. Sighs came out of his mouth as you grazed his growing erection and you chuckled at this. He took your shirt leaving you in your yellow brassier.

His kisses left your mouth and travelled to your cleavage where he sucked and licked until he was satisfied. He reached for your tits, and one of his hands cupped one as the other brought you closer to his body. He sucked on the upper part uncovered by your brassier.

Lost in the pleasure he was giving you, you did not notice when someone walked into your dorm. When Lily Evans walked into your dorm.

“you won't believe what that git Potter just told me!” her back was turned away from you and Remus, giving you time to compose yourself, “he told me— what in God's name smells like that? Honey have you been smo—. . . ew! No! What in the fuck!”. Lily screamed when she saw you both, your neck covered in hickeys, Remus' hair messy from your hands. She turned around, trying to give the both of you some privacy.

“First Marlene and Dorcas and now you two! What a fucking luck I have. . . Luckiest fucking gyal in the entire wizarding fucking world” she was rambling.

Remus chuckled at your poor attempt at buttoning your his shirt “why so surprised Evans? This is a common encounter between two people who loved each other. Of course you wouldn't know about that” you glared at him and he only shrugged his shoulders, a sly smirk on his face. . . What a handsome face.

“Fuck you Lupin”. She said “every day that passes I convince myself more that you should not be dating my sister” Remus laughed when Lily rolled her eyes, such a common encounter between there and it would be funny to watch if it wasn't for that state both you and Remus were moments prior.

“Lils” you called her, driving her attention to you once again. She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at you.

“what?” she said “this is my dorm too” you could feel Remus' amusement of the whole interaction.

“Lils,” you said again, emphasising her name, moving your head slightly towards yours and Remus' body, he smiled innocently when her disgusted look made contact with his eyes. She rolled her eyes and left with a “fine” while closing the door.

Remus laughed, one of his large hands grabbing you by the waist as he placed you again on his lap, he held you firmly. Guess studying will come tomorrow, or maybe later, you could always ask Lily for Severus' notes anyways.

☁︎☘︎♧︎︎︎

So this is not edited because I am lazy and when I finished it the first time it got erased so I had to do it again, I am so sorry but I have to put me first 😔✊

[transmascsteveharrington]

Pjo stranger things au in which even after the gods take an oath to claim their children, Steve remains without a parent. He's a half-blood no question about that, he's been at the camp almost his whole life, has been on missions, fought honorably in battles, has the scars to show it.

Still, even after the last child at the camp has been claimed and the Hermes cabin has become surprisingly empty, Steve remains without a mark. He keeps a brave face, tries not to let his sting. His father never wanted him, why should his mother be any different?

He doesn't even mind staying in the Hermes cabin. He has been here all those years, it's become his home, his family. Now that there is enough space he even gets his own little room, right across from Eddie, whose counselor for the Hermes cabin and right after Robin and Dustin, Steve's best friend.

"Ya, know," Eddie says, arm slung around Steve, who wills his heart to beat at a normal pace, "I bet if Hermes could claim you, he would."

He is actually not that far off. The Gods are watching their children. And all of their hearts ache when they get to claim a new kid at the camp and Steve's face falls slightly as he remains without a parent. Most gods don't care about their siblings' children, but there is something about Steve the gods can't ignore. Tragic hero, so lonely, so brave, so filled with love despite everything.

There is a rumor quietly echoing through the halls of the Olymp that Steve remains unclaimed because he is Hera's child. It's a scandalous suggestion, a heinous rumor, a forbidden truth. Spreading it might be enough to cause another war. The goddess of marriage having a child with a human? Unthinkable, and yet. Everyone knows that marriage doesn't equal love, knows how spiteful Hera is, how most of her children are hated. No one could blame her for the affair really, if the rumors were true, if anything the gods are surprised she didn't snap sooner with Zeus having affairs left and right. But if the rumors were true, they definitely would blame her for not claiming Steve. Steve who protects the younger kids fiercely, how cares so much about everyone.

It hurts one goddess especially. Aphrodite looks down at Steve and aches. Aches how he thinks that he is hard to love, hard to want, always easy to leave. Who despite that fear won't stop giving pieces of his heart out, who loves so much even though it hurts. Sometimes when Aphrodite watches Steve, he already feels like one of her own. She loves her children easily, constantly, it's impossible not to for her yet at the same time she loves them on purpose. And as she watches Steve, she can't help but love him too.

She reaches her breaking point on a warm summer night. After the bonfire, Steve goes down to the lake, sits at the pier, legs pressed into his chest in a poor imitation of a hug. He looks at his reflection in the lake and wonders why. Why is he so hard to love? It's silly really, all that had happened was some new Ares kid talking to Eddie. Tall, muscular, pretty and the guy had made Eddie laugh. Steve's thoughts had spiraled from there on.

He's so busy licking his own wounds and wallowing in the feeling of not being wanted that he almost doesn't notice the goddess emerging from the lake like she had once emerged from the ocean at the cyprian shores. Steve startles when he does notice her, before he quickly bows.

"My lady," he greets her politely, always the charmer.

"There is no need for that, Steve," she says kindly and Steve looks back up at her. She is truly the epitome of beauty, dark, bouncy curls, deep brown eyes, dimples around plum lips. Steve is not stupid, knows the goddess appears in the form you most desire, he is just glad he is alone. Robin would never let him live this down.

"What can I do for you?"

"I've come to make you an offer Steve," she explains. "I want you to devote yourself to me."

Steve gasps, stares at her a little shocked. She can't blame him.

"Why would you want my devotion?"

She can tell he isn't asking why she wants devotion, but why she specifically wants his devotions, why she would want him.

"Because I love the way you love," she says with a smile. "I love the way you love and that makes me love you. I admire your devotion, the affection you hold for your friends. If I could, I would claim you as my own. But I can't, so I am offering my patronage instead."

Steve still looks a bit struck, surprised a goddess would want him like that, would appreciate the way he loves. Steve had always bounced back and forth between being too much and not being too much. No one has ever said that they loved the way he loved.

"What would being devoted to you entail?" he asks, knowing there very often is a catch when it comes to the gods.

But Aphrodite means no malice.

"It would essentially be the same as being my child. I will come to your aid, I will love you, I will lend you my gifts if needed. Only that since we are not bound by birth, you would have to take a sacred oath. Become a...paladin is the name your Eddie would use, I belive."

Steve likes the way she says it. Your Eddie. His Eddie. It sounds almost too good to be true, being wanted like that, being offered a family like that.

"Would I have to move cabins," he blurts, overwhelmed by al his emotions. Aphrodite laughs.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't dare to tear you away from the people you love so dearly. I believe you are friends with my children anways, strengthening that bond a little will be enough. But I am sure you and Chrissy will make sure of that."

"Then I take the oath," Steve decides and goes down on one knee. "I devote myself to you, goddess Aphrodite. I will worship at your altar and fulfill your quests. I am yours as you are mine."

There is a tingling sensation as he finishes his oath, warm spreads through him and he can feel himself be filled with Aphrodite's love. It's a lot. It's everything. Gently, she reaches out and cradles his face in her hand.

"Go on then, my brave little hero," she whispers. "I think you have a bonfire to return to, friends, family, your beloved."

"He isn't my beloved," Steve mumbles, blush on his cheeks.

Aphrodite just raises a brow. Steve knows she can see into his heart, he knows he can't lie to her.

"Remember that you are loved," she tells him and Steve will try his best.

He leaves the lake, a tattoo of a circle with a cross at the bottom carved into his wrist. Aphrodite watches him leave, casts a little blessing on the red string connection Steve's and Eddie's pinkie fingers. She knows her paladin doesn't need the extra help. He just needs love and she is willing to give to him all.

(part 2)

[ladyelissarose]

I love your fics! Can i please have a Miguel O'hara x Fem Reader where she bumps into a abusive ex and she gets scared/uncomfortable. So Miguel being the protective and territorial person he is steps in and handles the situation (maybe even fights the guy), and Miguel gets all sappy and soft letting her know he loves her and will protect her always. Fluff plzUwU

‘Protector’

Miguel O’Hara x girlfriend reader

Warnings; 4k!! mentions of abusive ex, sad flashbacks that involve some violence. Like *Choking and screaming* Little bit of angst, panic attacks mentioned too. But I squeezed in more fluff than y’all can imagine! Please be careful with what you want to read. Enjoy

Summary; after not being in a relationship for over a few months, you start to try again with an adorable scientist, Miguel O’Hara. Overall he seems very sweet and kind at the start of your growing relationship, but you can’t help but worry he might be like you ex. Until one day he proves to be the total opposite.

Author’s note: Hiiii love!!! Thank you for this request!! I’m so happy I got one! So I hope this meets your expectations, let me know :) much love and hugs!!

Diing Diing!

The clanking bells alarmed you that a customer had just walked into the large 3-story library you work at in New York City. A smile went up your face as you waved and greeted a couple of college girls who passed by with smiles and their little coffees.

This library in particular was special to you, it had a great view of the magnificent city, many customers came by and 99% of the time found what they needed, it was a place of a new fresh start after leaving an abusive relationship, and better than all of those things aforementioned, it was the place where you found Miguel O’Hara, your new boyfriend.

Miguel was a scientist, he worked at Alchemax and came by often to the library to retrieve books he needed for his job. He was always a regular customer as your boss had mentioned, but he said he came by more often when you started working there everyday.

Which was true, you saw him very often, maybe 8 times in a span of 5 days, he walked in and out with a new scientific book or one about chemicals, and you’d be the one to check them out.

It wasn’t hard to miss him when he walked in, he had a broad form and looked very different from the rest- oh and he always wore that white coat that made his arms bulge out more than they should, and really shape his V back perfectly.

Every time his curly jet black hair was always combed back with his calloused fingers as he would approach the front desk and ask you how your day was, even if you had seen him earlier that morning.

Flashback-

“Hi! I-uh.. came to get these checked out... how’s your day been- like so far?”

You beamed a smile at his sorta shyness, which wasn’t normal for him. He wasn’t particularly hyper and such, but his speech was always confidently spoken. Nonetheless you took the 1000 paged book about Chemistry and scanned it while responding,

“It’s been a little busier, now that college started for the kiddos, they’ve been in and out of here like crazy. But overall good.”

His warm brown eyes hadn’t met yours as one of his hands were stuffed in his pockets and the other inched for the book in your hand, but he smiled and replied,

“Oh that’s nice, just don’t.. uh overwork yourself corazo- ma’am.”

You giggled while putting the book in its paper bag while suggesting,

“You can call me corazen- Is that how you say it?”

Miguel finally let his eyes look at you and you could see he held a slight uncertainty, but he did correct you kindly,

“It’s corazon.. i-it means ‘heart’.”

‘Awww... that’s so sweet... Damien would have never said that.’

Warmth filled your insides and you could’ve bet a million dollars that your cheeks were beet red, it wasn’t a doubt you found this mountain of a man absolutely adorable like a puppy, and extremely hot. You slid the book in a paper bag towards him carefully and added,

“Well thank you for correcting me-“

You then read his tag and went on,

“Dr.O’Hara... would you like anything else?”

For a second time his eyes locked on yours, and he took a deep breath before rapidly taking out his hand out from his pocket. You gasped lowly and flinched back at the action, your eyes wide. But Miguel caught your action and felt guilty for scaring you, and comforted you immediately with his words,

“Sorry! Umm.. ay coño.. just call me Miguel.. and.. would you like to go out at some time?”

You were now a couple feet away from the desk, but when you saw the little paper he had put out on top, you slowly came back.

A frown made a small line between his eyebrows, you too felt back for scaring away, but you couldn’t help but have that kind of reflex to certain gestures. You couldn’t meet his eyes after what you did, but his gentle voice gave you a slight confirmation that it was ok,

“Corazon?... it’s ok if you can’t-“

“I can! Yes.. yes... I’m sorry-“

“Please don’t be.. it was me that was weird then-“

“You’re not weird I swear... I was the one that acted dramatically-“

“You’re perfect.. I swear that you are.”

Honesty and adoration was read all over him, something you’ve never seen in another man but could detect. With a warm smile you made the move to agree with him, though you were hoping he was right.

“Ok...”

Miguel first smiled then wore a frown with a question,

“Ok.. as in the date or-“

You quickly quipped,

“Is it too much to ask for both?”

With a shake to his head Miguel tapped the table and took his bag,

“For you? Not at all corazon.. at 6 tomorrow.. because you clock out at 5 right?”

In surprise at how he knew when you got off of work had you smiling a bit brighter, as you couldn’t remember the last time someone remembered something so small about you.

“Yes! Ah.. thanks for noticing, and giving me time.”

With a wink and a last wave Miguel sweetly promised,

“You’re worth all my time.”

End of flashback-

You never thought that being 6 months into your new relationship would be leading after that first date with Miguel.

And you have never been happier than ever. He was the absolute most gentle person ever, he never lifted his voice and was calm in every situation. He was the total opposite of what you dragged yourself into with your last relationship... which was toxic and abusive.

Damien was the asshole’s name, and with him, degrading words were always shouted at you, new bruises would appear around your wrists or neck every time he got angry, your lipstick was never smeared from being kissed and loved... instead your mascara was always messed up and painted teary lines down your cheeks.

You’d flinch when a voice was raised higher than normal or you’d panic for a second at someone moving too fast towards you. As in the past Damien would scream at you endlessly and out of no where sprint towards you to lay his hands on you to hurt you. But now as you had run away from him and started a whole new life far away- as so you thought.

You worked hard to be more normal and confident, and read people and understand that some moved the same way but had different actions and intentions behind them.

Like when Miguel would reach suddenly to brush your hair behind your ear, you had to learn that he was caring for you, and not going to choke you. Or when he’d come from behind you to hug you, day by day you grew to accept how he was loving on you and not going to drag you away to hurt you.

So little things like that, you were trying to give a chance to think differently of, so you could heal. And to not say the least, but Miguel had seen the trauma you were in from when you first dated, he had seen and heard how you asked for reassurance on everything you did, and even apologized your heart out when you accidentally laughed a little louder at a funny moment, or when a drop of coffee landed on his shirt, face filled with dread and worry at what he’d say or do to you.

But ever sense that night, Miguel swore on his life that he’d never let you go, and that he’d protect you forever from whoever would want to cause you harm. And he also knew, that if he ever ran into your ex, it’d be the last time he ever did.

—————-

Diiiin Diiing!!

The library was already close to closing time, so when you heard the ding, you called out to let them know,

“Hi! Welcome to-“

In horror you dropped the books you were holding, letting them crash onto the floor and even allowing the hard cover book land on its corner onto your foot. The day you hoped would never come, finally came.

In all his wicked glory, stood your ex, Damien, at your counter. With an erratic heartbeat and shaky hands you moved down to the floor to pick up the books, feeling like the helpless little girl you were when he had you. Fear wasn’t enough to describe what had you losing your breath and movement, as venom came out of his mouth.

“Wow.. even after all this time your still a clumsy bitch huh? Pathetic.”

Words cut sharp like knives at your heart and you could feel how deep into your gut that tossed stone of words went. Instantly it was like if you went to robotic mode with him, like if he had control over you. His black eyes bore into your now glossy eyes as you fixed the books on the counter and replied with a stutter,

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drop it- it was an accident-“

“An accident like how you dropped your coffee on my shoes or how you step on my brand new shoes at your cousins wedding? You’re an accident. A mistake- like how’d you even get the job?”

Shrugging slowly was all you could muster, words hanging in your throat. But a harsh slam of his hand hitting against the counter had you jump and responding verbally,

“I-I’m not sure.. my boss thinks I’m efficient and qu-quick.”

And in that moment you had a very quick slip up in your mind, making you scold yourself and remember Miguel’s words, which were honest and uplifting,

‘Don’t be weak!! Remember what Miguel said- Never let anyone tell you you’re not good enough at what you do. You’re perfect and strong, stand up for it.’

You then took a deep breath and said forwardly,

“I’m good enough for this. So just- just please leave me alone.”

A dry laugh met your ears along with more degrading words,

“You’ll never get it huh? No matter what you do without me you’ll never be good enough. I gave you power-“

He gave you the power of fear, fearing all the time, the power of tears, that you cried every night after a scandal he put up. So you worded confidently,

“No you didn’t. You were toxic and abusive. The only power you gave me was to fear you.. but that’s over. Now go-“

You tired really tried your best to stand strong, but it didn’t work out well and it opened old wounds when he dared to raise his voice and slam his hand on the counter again,

Bam!!

“TOXIC?! Wow! Look at you calling the kettle black little girl. You see, you were the toxic one for always disobeying me and saying ‘no’. You were toxic for not letting me love you like I wanted to- I TRIED OK? I did! That you didn’t like rough and all was your little immature and weakling problem, but that’s what happens when you don’t play nice with your daddy.”

Internally you bled as he slashed you open with every word and movement, making you feel less and less like the person you had become.

Miguel’s words fading in your mind as Damien added a new one and went on like a broken record. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you let it out as a gasp when he slammed his hand again and demanded your attention,

“HEY! Aren’t you listening?! Do I have to hit the side of your head so it clicks? Don’t you remember how well that method worked?!”

Diiiing Diiiing!!

Miguel had just walked in with your favorite dinner meal from the coffee shop near by, carrying his on the other hand so he could join you for his little break too.

Just as you had dropped your stuff in fear, so did he.. but he felt a deep concern instead. He witnessed a man half his size tower over the counter and lean towards you with an accusing finger, shoulders visibly moving in aggression.

But what choked his air was your face- oh god how he hated the look of fear on you, it was as if death was standing before you. Miguel immediately walked up and called out to you first, not wanting to scare the man and cause more to happen, as he didn’t know what was up with him.

“Amor? What’s going on?”

The man whipped his head towards Miguel and only smirked at him and said to him while still staring deeply,

“Sir you’ll have to come back later-“

Huffing in disbelief at this guy’s audacity, Miguel turned his attention back to you and saw tears coming down your eyes, making him ask right away,

“Amor, what did he do to you?”

Blocking you with his body Damien bit,

“Why are you assuming I did something wrong?”

At seeing your teary eyes and wet cheeks, Miguel instantly grew defensive and very angry at the man that stood in front of you being an asshole. Miguel knew by his tone that he had probably done something to you, and that only made him more furious... until it clicked for him, who he was.

‘That’s the bitch.. Damien. Mierda.. your so going to wish you never walked in here.’

With an authoritative voice Miguel called out to you,

“Go to the back, and don’t come out.”

He wouldn’t want you to see the ugly side of him that came out when he defended those he’d kill for. He wouldn’t want you to accidentally translate his harshness towards enemies as that he could probably hurt you too with those same hands. No, he o my wanted you to see and know that his hands would only show love and care to you.

So you taking the chance that you knew Miguel wouldn’t dare let Damien come after you, you ran to the back immediately and didn’t look back. Knowing you’d probably pass out from seeing more of the monster that hurt you so much.

———

Miguel back up front then cracked his knuckles and threatened,

“And you, step away from the counter-“

“Why should I? I haven’t done anything to her-“

“And you won’t, ever again. Now I suggest you go and leave her alone-“

“And what are you going to do if I don’t huh? You think I’m scared-“

“Que idiota... You will be. The only fighting you know is how to hit women... try hitting me. I dare you.”

Thinking Miguel wouldn’t try anything, as he was a much larger man, Damien stupidly went at him. But being Spider-Man in disguise had its perks to self defense and fighting skills. So reaching close enough to him, Miguel then side stepped and watched Damien fall forward, hence letting him catch his back collar and slam him to the ground.

Breath knocked out of his lungs at the single action had Damien laying on the ground trying to catch air, but Miguel refused it to him when he hovered over him and held onto his neck tightly with one hand, constricting the airway.

“Thought you liked choking? And pain?”

Damien’s face turned red and Miguel’s heart pinched at the thought of his love and life being in this painful position, because of this low life monster under him. It only made him growl and add to the fire and squeeze harder, not caring about how Damien silently cried for release,

“Hm? Hijo de puta.. vete al carajo... and never come back. If not I’ll make sure you never do.”

And with that Miguel slammed his back one last time to the ground, ignoring the small crack he heard, and then got up, lastly spitting out in a loud voice,

“Now get the hell out! I don’t want to see you around her ever again!!”

Like a cowered dog Damien scurried away, running out the door and going far off, not caring about the weird looks people gave him for how crazy and scared he looked.

Miguel didn’t give him a second thought before darting towards the back room to get you. When he approached the door he knew it’d be locked, so he knocked gently and called out,

“Amor? It’s me.. Miguel. Can you open up?”

Sniffles and hard gasps were heard on the other side, causing him to freak out a bit and call to you again,

“Baby it’s ok. Amor I’m here and it’s safe-“

“I-Is he gone??”

Miguel could hear your short breaths between words and he could feel it in his gut that you were hitting panic mode. So as soft as possible he tried to tell you,

“Yes amor.. he’s gone. I promise, open the door por favor.. I want to see you.”

Silence filled the room a bit. It he then heard the smallest-

click!

As always Miguel never degraded you but instead praised you, even for the smallest things, like unlocking the door.

“Gracias amor, good job baby.”

Slowly he opened it and his heart ripped apart at the sight of your cowered form in the corner of the closet, breath hitching and your small hands trying to wipe away the large tears that rained down on your stained cheeks. With his arms opened to you Miguel did his best to word out everything and let you know what he’d do beforehand,

“Ok amor, I’m going to come to walk to you... can I touch you-“

Your hand inched for him as you whimpered,

“I can- I can’t breathe. hel-p me.”

Hearing you hiccuping for air had Miguel grabbing your face gently, pulling you towards him slowly as he tried to talk you through it to calm you down,

“You’re ok amor. Respira.”

His hand laid on your heart as he led yours to lay on his, he wanted you to work on matching your breathing with is. His other hand held the back of your neck gently and leaned your forehead on his as he went on praising and comforting,

“Just like that amor, breathe. You’re doing so well-“

“I feel so sc-scared.. like if it’s all in my throat-“

“I know amor-“

“I didn’t know what to-to do-“

“It’s not your fault-“

You tried to push away and bury yourself in dark thoughts of untruth,

“But it is! I let him... how could you lo-love someone like me that folds- Mmph!!”

Miguel wouldn’t have it, he loved you too much to let you drown in hurtful thoughts, so to silence your head and words, he had pulled you in for a deep kiss.

Instantly it had helped you stopped thinking crap about yourself and doubt everything with Miguel, and it helped you calm your breathing as you felt him move his lips against yours softly yet firmly. Your hands wrapped around his neck and brought him back closer to you, not wanting to let go. Miguel then pulled away, but only enough to mumble coherently,

“I love you *kiss* and you’re safe *kiss* I won’t hurt you *kissssss* I got you amor *kiss kiss* I’m not going anywhere without you *kiss*.”

The kisses in between confirmations had calmed you down right away, feeling his hands embrace you and run over your arms and waist gently had got you to stop fidgeting as well. With a one last kiss to your head, Miguel slowly stood up, helping you stand as his arms wrapped around you, he then suggested to you,

“Let’s go home amor, c’mere. Tomorrow’s your day off anyways and we can get up late to and rest.”

You were about to walk out in hand with him, but Miguel had different plans as he was feeling still protective over you and wanted you close. He crouched down a bit and worded,

“Jump and wrap your legs around me-“

“Mig-“

“It’s ok amor, don’t worry about anything.. I got you.”

No more doubt rested in you at the thought of him carrying you, so you gladly accepted and jumped in his arms. You looked small in his arms, but you felt so safe and secure as one of his large arms held you up. He grabbed your bags of food and let you hold them as he helped you clock out and lock up.

Your head rested in his neck as your arms wrapped around him, when he had taken off his coat to drape over you. He didn’t mind to walk you home to your apartment that was two blocks away, as long as you were with him he was content.

Once home you both ate comfortably and soon were cuddling in bed, Miguel the whole time held you close and promised to keep you safe, letting you know that you’d never see your ex again, and when you asked how that would be possible, he stated,

“Just let me take care of it Amor... you’ll be ok. Now rest baby.. I’ll be here with you in the morning.. I texted my boss that I won’t be coming in. So sleep amor.”

You lifted your head off his chest and pecked his lips as you thanked him,

“Thank you... for everything. I don’t deserve you-“

Miguel held your cheek and insisted,

“You deserve all of me and more.. and I’ll remind you everyday until you believe it.”

He kissed away your tears and kissed you once more as you nodded,

“Ok... I love you.”

“I love you so much more. Te voy a amar... por siempre.”

And with that you had passed out in his arms, cuddled close to his chest, your heart beats synchronizing as one.

Miguel made sure you had passed out deeply, before sliding out of bed and kissing you back to sleep as he covered you completely and made sure you were ok, before leaving the place. He had a promise to keep, and he intended to do it as fast as possible.

—————-

“He’s yours.”

Officer Jefferson Davis looked at Miguel with a frown as he saw the beat up Damien in who he knew as Spider-Man 2099’s hands. Jefferson grabbed Damien and asked,

“Well what did this punching bag do?”

Damien cried pathetically as he tried to reach for Miguel,

“He’s crazy! I didn’t do anything! Aren’t you supposed to fight villains and not civilians?!?”

Miguel stood tall and interrupted him,

“You harassed the library lady today, and threatened to hurt her. Villains hurt people.. and you like to hurt women.. so that makes you a villain. And I’m not going to let that happen.”

Jefferson nodded his head in agreement and replied to Spider-Man,

“That’s good enough to lock him up for a while-“

He then pulled Damien towards an Officer as he added,

“-you look like the kind of loser that pulls those stunts- damn my wife would beat your ass. Get him in cuffs and to the station. He doesn’t deserve a hospital-“

“But I think he broke my arms!-“

Jefferson rolled his eyes and huffed,

“Good! Now you’ll have another reason why to not hit women!”

Once he was dragged away, he went to thank Spider-Man,

“I appreciate this. It’s hard to catch these guys sometimes, but I’m glad you keep an eye out for them and for the community.”

Shaking his hand Miguel responded,

“It’s not a problem.. just.. just keep in him there for the longest time you can.”

Jefferson understood without needing more, so he promised,

“I’ll make sure of that. Now I need to go make sure that happens-“

With a salute Miguel bid,

“You do that Sir. Have a goodnight.”

Saluting back Jefferson smiled,

“You too Spider-Man.”

Back at home, and in your arms, Miguel smiled to himself at seeing your peaceful self, knowing you wouldn’t be hurt by Damien ever again. Softly he placed a kiss on your cheek and whispered,

“He won’t hurt you again.. te amo.”

Now he held you close to him and soon fell asleep to the sound of your breathing and warmth against him. Both of you sleeping soundly in peace and security.

Spanish translations:

Corazon- heart

Te voy a amar por siempre- I’ll love you forever

Que idiota- what an idiot

Hijo de puta- son of a bitch

Vete al carajo- go to hell

Respira- breathe

[banj0possum]

How would Baron feel about his darling being very affectionate, like lots of hugs and kisses on the cheek sometimes?

Bodyguard x Affectionate Reader

♠️ You make his job challenging.

♠️ He's supposed to be a hard, cold, unfeeling mercenary!

♠️ AND YOU'RE GIVING HIM HUGS AND KISSES LIKE HE'S A BIG TEDDYBEAR!!!

♠️ The first time you gave him affection was after your interview with him. You took his hands and held them in yours as you smile up at him warmly. He never thought you'd be so adorable looking up at him so sweetly.

♠️ He has a little voice recorder that he rants about you to, he's in his house kicking his legs or pacing around excitedly retelling the events of that day.

♠️ If you hold his hand or kiss his cheek or something, he's not washing that part of his body for a few days.

♠️ He wishes he could kiss you back, wrap his arms around you, nuzzle his head into your neck while you two cuddle in bed after a long day, but he needs his head in the game right now!

♠️ If you're only affectionate with him, he'd feel so special! You'd both be in a private table at a bar waiting for a deal to do down for a custom silencer they ordered. You're latched onto his arm and kissing his face and bicep whining that you hope the deal will be quick so you both can relax back at your home.

♠️ You're too adorable rn stop it >:( "I'm sure it will be over soon Boss."

♠️ Once the guy finally arrives and sits down across from you, your sweet smile and warmth from your arms around him disappears. He glances at you for a moment, and you have the scariest glare he's ever seen on you. You really do live up to your name as someone you really don't want to deal with in the underworld.

♠️ If you're affectionate with other people, you bet your ass he'll have a good reason to give them hell if ever their name ends up in one of his jobs.

♠️ Your friends would receive a warm hug from you and get a chill down their spine once they see the fiery stare, he's giving them. They can almost feel the skin burning off between their eyes from how intensely he was watching them. They'd probably end up giving excuses for you to not meet up in person from fear of your protective bodyguard.

♠️ He might say how unprofessional it would look with you being so sweet and loving to him. "Boss, I'm not sure if all of...this..is very professional.."

♠️ But his suggestion is quickly thrown out the window when he sees your little pout as your arms squeeze his arm tighter.

♠️ If ever you two get to the point on your relationship that he's comfortable in showing a bit of his love to you, he's wrapping an arm around you, kissing the top of your head, having you on top of him as you two cuddle. Remember I said showing a b i t of his love. gurlie theres more where that came from.

[blue-devil-of-the-lord]

Nightcrawler x reader who’s buff and likes to pick him up all the time? And he just climbs her like a tree

Buff and Bamf

Kurt Wagner x fem!reader Words: 0.5K A/N: I kind of went with only headcanons here and it's a bit short. Hope that's not too bad

This man absolutely loves it. No doubt there!

As already mentioned, you like to pick him up at random times. You can’t help it, he’s just too much like a little cat! And it’s not as if he’s complaining, he’s actually enjoying it. His eyes start to sparkle a certain kind of way and his tail starts to waggle like a dog’s.

If you’re working out or something similar, you can be sure that Kurt is sitting near you, with heart eyes and as soon as someone looks at you for longer than a second he’s excitingly going like “Oh, this? This is my s/o! I know, I know, I can’t believe it myself. Look how handsome they are. So strong.”

As also mentioned, Kurt climbs his partner like a fucking tree. So you can be sure, that if you didn’t scoop him up at least once per day, he’ll make sure that it’ll happen, even if he has to jump in your arms, pouting.

Speaking of it, Kurt also has the habit of teleporting on you. Whether it’s your arms, your back or your shoulders, everything is comfortable for that man. Of course, he’ll make sure that it’s not a situation, where you can get hurt. But if he sees you from across the property, you can bet that he’ll suddenly appear somewhere on you.

He also has absolutely loves admiring your body. Kurt could spend hours inspecting every little centimetre of your body because to him you’re a work of art. And incredibly attractive on top of that.

Our dear Kurt loves cuddling with you. Whether it’s while going to bed or just like that. Hugging you is like hugging a bear. Or a blanket. You’re just so big and warm and soft (in some sort of way) and he can’t get enough of it. He just feel so loved and safe in your arms!

His athletic nature makes it also possible to wrap himself completely around you. You think it’s adorable.

Also, he’s definitely the little spoon. No arguing there.

You both enjoy playful wrestling. It’s a fun possibility, since the nature of you two just completes each other. While you are strong and each strike has great power within it, he’s fast and agile, making it hard to get captured. Of course nobody gets hurt and in case someone ends up with a bruise, the other one babies them for the rest of the day.

Speaking of bruises and fighting: You are both really protective of each other. From you it’s expected. You are the buff, strong one, of course you’re protective about your smaller boyfriend.

However, Kurt can be just as fierce when you get hurt. He may be smaller but god he’s deadly. Pray that he won’t have swords nearby should you hurt his s/o. Honestly.

Kurt loves to give you surprise kisses. Your face may be normally out of reach for him, but he can get creative. Nothing is too much effort if it means that he can pit his lips on yours or your cheek.

In general, Kurt adores you. Not a surprise I know, but he truly enjoys having a buff partner, because it just opens so many fun possibilities!

[mrsbarnesblog]

hiii 🤍 can you write something like headcanons or a blurb for Rafe and Reader with social anxiety. like how they start dating and how he helps her to get through it. thanks!!

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Words: 0.8k

A/N: thanks for the request, love. I really want to try to write something short-ish so I would be glad to get some cute/smutty requests 😉

When Rafe first saw you at one of the parties, he obviously didn’t recognize you

He asked around and almost no one knew about you. the only only thing that he got was that you were Sarah’s friend’s friend

He wouldn’t admit it, but he felt that weird shit in his stomach every time his eyes traveled back to you through the crowd

You were always with a few girls and he could notice that you acted really shy and didn’t talk to anyone else

When Rafe finally caught you alone and decided to talk to you, he swore that the color left your skin as soon as you saw him

Eyes rounded, looking up at him with a nervous smile and fingers that were constantly moving the straw in your drink

He couldn’t talk to your properly because, almost immediately, your friends basically snatched you away from him

So he just kept looking at you the whole night

You were shy and nervous, but there were a few times when one of your friend said something and you just smiled so brightly or laughed that it made Rafe smile himself

He kept seeing you almost everywhere after that party, as if you suddenly became visible for him 

Rafe had never chased after someone, but he for sure did it with you

It took him weeks to just properly talk to you because you either vanished before he could get to you or you just weren’t visible anywhere for a few days

At first, he didn’t know how to act around you. No one in his circle had social anxiety

So he read too much information about it to know how to make you feel comfortable

He thought that it must’ve been what having crush feels like because your shy smiles and trembling voice were on his mind 24/7 

As you warmed up towards him, Rafe realised how fucking funny and cool you were

When for some time, your anxiety stepped away and you were your true self?

The best thing he had ever seen

So he hell for you hard

Then, after being just friends for almost three months and sharing too many moments when you both started smiling at each other like idiots, he finally decided to kiss you

He felt how your hands were shaking and your heart beating so fast as if it were going to jump out of your chest, so he tried his best to be gentle and soothe you with his hand slowly running up and down your spine

And then Rafe became completely obsessed and protective over you 

He noticed how you only feel comfortable around him and some of your friends

So he does everything he can to help you with it

Rafe never leaves your side on any party, dinner or event 

He started hanging out with his old friends less because of you and he secretly thinks that it’s better for him

You were good influence  

Hand are always on you, because you once said, that it grounds and distracts you

He lets you play with his ring when you get too overwhelmed

When you go shopping or in any crowded place, Rafe always holds your hand and leads you

While you always look down and rarely notice surroundings, he’s like a hawk, ready to spot anyone and anything 

You need to make an appointment or order something? Rafe will talk instead of you if you’re scared

Even if you’re uncomfortable when he spends money on you, he reassures you that it makes him happy to take care of you

He never complains when you don’t feel like going out anywhere and communicating with people

He’s more than happy to spend the night at his house snuggling in his bed with tons of food and a movie that you chose

Whenever you say that you’re too nervous and nauseous to do something, Rafe’s always by your side, saying sweet things in your ear while hugging you

He finds it cute when you get nervous around him, even after you have been together for a few months

He’s getting better with communication once he realizes how important it is to you to be sure about his feeling and thoughts

Rafe actually becomes a better person because of you

The anger and hate do not seem so important anymore, not when he has the most loving and supportive girlfriend in the world

So yeah, he’s just in love 

[kairiscorner]

ok but like, he would be a sweet big brother (and a minecraft veteran).

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

he has a soft spot for the little fella — miles 42 x reader

you had to do the laundry and cook some dinner like your parents asked you to, and miles was down to help, but you insisted he could just sit back and watch over your little sibling. he didn't wanna make it known to you he had zero knowledge on babysitting so he just awkwardly sat down next to them. after a few minutes of silence, miles kept looking at your sibling from the corner of his eye, watching them play on their ipad, making sure they wouldn't fall over or do something stupid.

he decided to sit there in silence and look at his phone and wait for you to finish your chores, when all of a sudden, your younger sibling tapped his shoulder. he looked over at them and they moved closer to him, showing him the game on their screen. "oh, minecraft?" he asked the kid, and they nodded. "do you know how to make a fishing rod?" they asked him, their big doe eyes looking up into his own chestnut brown ones.

miles began to teach the kid how to craft the necessary items they needed, but the kid didn't stop there. they showed miles around their minecraft home, their horses and cows, and their dog. miles chuckled because the kid was so imaginative, so creative with their little minecraft home. "ey, invite me over sometime, will ya? i can play with you on your server when i get home." he offered the kid with a smile.

your little sibling beamed up at him. "you would?" they asked him, and he nodded, grinning all the while. "of course." your little sibling was overjoyed, they had never played with anyone else before, not until miles asked to play with them. they reached in to hug miles and thanked him happily for wanting to play with them. "i'll make you a big house! i'll put it by the lakes, oh! and i'll make an army of iron golems to protect you!" they exclaimed as miles ruffled their hair and chuckled lightly. "thanks little fella, i'll take you to the nether and we'll explore there, whaddya say?" he offered as your sibling smiled widely. "i've never gone there i'm so scared of the ghasts... please keep me safe, big bro!" they pleaded miles.

he had never been called that before, 'big bro'–it felt... gratifying, in a way. it felt rewarding, warm, and just overall good. he liked your little sibling, they were so sweet and they liked him too; he was worried your sibling might find him weird or too quiet, but not at all! he smiled and pinched your sibling's cheek playfully, with them giggling at the touch. "oh, you bet i will. those ghasts aren't ready for your big brother miles." he said with an air of confidence as your sibling was building a nether portal in creative mode for miles to play right now.

maybe he was a natural at this, maybe he just got lucky your sibling was so friendly and amicable–or maybe... he just happened to end up being a really good older brother figure for them, even if he had doubts in the beginning.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @solecitoszn

[itsthestutterforme]

My Sleepy Girl (Rafe Cameron Drabble)

Summary: Rafe rushes you to the hospital after you fainted in his arms.

Prompt credit @eddysocs : “Stop that broody look and come over here.”

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, protective Rafe

**

“I mean really? The luck that I have right? Every single team that I’ve bet on fucking lost. Three fifty down the drain-“

Rafe was in the middle of venting to you about how he lost money betting fantasy football- yet again- when he notices your head bobbing whenever the car shakes when it hits a pothole.

He keeps an eye on the road but occasionally glancing at you and shaking his head.

Throwing the car in park, he tapped your shoulder and you jolted awake, hitting him in the chest.

“Relax, Bruce Lee. Jesus,” “Sorry,” you said through a yawn. “You didn’t have to come if you were tired baby,”

“It’s fine, Rafey. I just wanted to spend some time with you.” You told him, giving him a tired smile.“

“My sleepy girl,” he coos pecking your lips softly before opening his door.

You slid out of his BMW and shut the door, tugging Rafe’s North Face jacket closer to your frame at the cold chill.

Rafe holds his hand out for you and you place your hand into his. He presses a soft kiss to your knuckles before leading you inside.

He peered over his shoulder at you when he feels you pull away from his grip.

“I’ll head to the bathroom to freshen up,” you explain. “You want me to wait outside the door?”

“It’s okay, Rafe. I’ll come find you.” You reassure but he wasn’t budging.

Rafe watched you push through the crowd and decided to go with you anyway.

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he let his girl walk to the bathroom alone in a crowded restaurant full of drunk dudes?

You felt a hand on your waist and immediately knew it was Rafe from the signet ring.

He stood in front of you protectively, occasionally nudging some guys that were in his way until he reached the bathrooms.

“I said I was okay, Rafe.” You said when he opened the door to the bathroom for you.

“I know you did, baby. I’ll be right out here, alright?” You nodded, locking the door after you closed it.

Thankfully it was a one stall so you could have a moment to yourself.

You haven’t been feeling yourself lately. Sure it could have something to do with your period coming up or the birth control pills you’ve been taking. But it feels like something else.

You’ve been feeling more tired more frequently and get lightheaded when you stood up too quick.

You secretly hoped that Rafe hasn’t noticed because he can be such a helicopter boyfriend when he thinks you’ve been hurt.

Bending low into the sink you let the cold water run over your hands a bit before throwing some on your face.

Bringing the cold water on your face a few times, you turned off the sink and dried your face with a paper towel.

You felt rejuvenated but a yawn still escaped your lips. You applied some lip stick after you washed your hands, giving yourself a once over in the mirror before leaving.

Rafe’s eyes met yours when you open the door. He was leaning against the door, crossing his arms as he waited for you.

“You sure you’re alright, baby?” He takes your head into his hands, gently scratching your scalp to calm you.

“Mm, you know I fall asleep when you do that.” You tell him, melting into his warm hands with a pleased smile.

He chuckles at the sight of his hands squishing your cheeks.

“M’okay, Rafe. Let’s go find the boys.” You took his hand and let him pull you through the crowd until you met Topper and Kelce.

“Y/N, you made it!” Topper’s face lit up when he brings you in for a hug.

Kelce lifted his fist and you gave him a first bump. “Good to see ya as always,” he greeted.

You and Rafe sat down and the boys immediately started talking about how the game was going.

Meanwhile you flagged down the waitress to order a drink and some boneless wings.

By the time the third quarter hit, you were back asleep. Kelce cocks his head to you sleeping, resting your head on the palm of your hand.

“Is she okay?” “I dunno man. She’s been.. tired lately. I think she needs to make a doctor’s appointment,” Rafe explains.

“Baby,” he states, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

Your eyes peeled open. “Oh, sorry. I think I’ll head home. You can stay here, I’ll call an Uber,” you stand from chair and your head felt like it was floating off your body.

“I don’t..” you trail off. Your knees buckled sending you to the floor.

“Whoa, whoa,” Rafe’s catches you, holding your chin in his hand as he called your name.

“Y/N, baby. Look at me.” He tells you. When you tried to speak, he noticed your words starting to slur.

“I’m taking her to the hospital,” he takes out a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and set it on the table in to pay for your food.

Throwing you over his shoulder, he walks to his car and buckled you in the front seat.

**

There you laid asleep in the hospital bed with the constant beep from the heart monitor. Thankfully, you didn’t need an oxygen tank.

The doctors ruled out brain damage, which they were worried about when Rafe mentioned your speech slurring.

After hours of tests and blood work, the doctor ordered the nurses to give you an IV with the necessary nutrients that you were lacking.

With just an hour on being on a drip, you were feeling much better.

Rafe paces in the room, biting on his thumb anxiously. He stops pacing when he heard the door click open.

“Hey doc,” you greet. “So we figured out what was wrong. Y/N, do you have history of anemia in your family?” He starts.

“Uh y-yes, my grandmother has it and so does my mom. I just.. haven’t been the best at taking pills.” You said with a grimace, feeling Rafe’s burning stare on the side of your face.

“Mm, I see. Well your blood tests came back and we can determine that you are teetering between mild anemia and severe anemia. And you also have a potassium deficiency.”

“That’s not fatal is it?” Rafe asks, crossing the room until he was next to you.

“If it goes untreated for a long period of time, yes. But thankfully, she’s nowhere near fatal ranges,”

You glanced over at Rafe who looked like he was going to kill someone. His expression caused the doctor to take a step back.

“No need to worry about him, doc. He’s just protective.“ you reassured, wanting him to continue speaking.

“Good news is that you can be discharged within the hour. I suggest swinging by the nearest GNC to find iron and potassium supplements along with monthly blood tests to make sure you’re headed in the right direction.” He finalizes, giving you a nod before leaving.

The room went silent until Rafe scoffs. “Here we go,”

“Because you haven’t been the best at taking pills, you passed out. Are you serious, Y/N?” He held a hand out for emphasis.

“Look, I know it’s a stupid move alright? I just don’t like taking pills. Especially big ones. It makes me feel like I’m going to choke or something.”

“But you don’t have a gag reflex,” he said and you gave him a flat look.

“I know you’re struggling to keep a straight face after that,” you said after a long pause.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he says with a soft chuckle. “Leave it to Rafe to make sexual innuendos,”

“Please, you know you love this mouth.”

“I do. Now stop that broody look and come over here.” He slumps his shoulders and approached your open arms.

Resting his head on your shoulder with a low grumble. He wrapped his arms around you cautiously.

“I’m just worried about you,” “I know, baby.” “I’ll make sure you take your pills every day. You hear me?”

“Okay,” you said in defeat. “Hey, none of that. You need to get better.” He reprimands as he pulls away from your shoulder.

Sighing when he sees your pout, he adds, “Fine I’ll order us some take out from the Cheesecake Factory after we go to GNC. Deal?”

“Deal,” he leans down to give you a quick peck.

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Word count: 1800+

Warnings: confusion, jealousy (just in case), but otherwise nothing

Part XIII | Part XV

You opened your eyes. The memories of your childhood that Rhysand revived, swirled in your mind. You were on the verge of tears. Parents. Their faces shone bright in your mind. Beautiful, smiling. How could you forget them? And your older brother, ever so loving, caring and protective. His two best friends. Morrigan. Your friends in camps. And so many others. How could you forget them all?

Old feelings mingled with your current ones. It was a bit overwhelming and confusing. You would definitely need time to process the chaos in your head and heart. You should have stopped him sooner, but once you saw fragments of your past, you wanted more.

Big, warm hand squeezed your right one, drawing small circles with a thumb. You looked in that direction. Azriel was kneeling next to you, his eyes scanning your face with worry. You knew him. You knew him for so long. The comfort and peace you felt with him before, doubled. He was always your support, understanding your feelings more than anyone else.

He was worried about you, so you sent him a small smile, assuring him you are okay. Tension in his face melted away, his eyes watered. Even without words he understood. As always.

You turned to your left where you felt another hand holding yours, but the squeeze was much weaker. Rhysand was half sitting, half lying, his side pressed into backrest of sofa, eyes closed. He was pale. If you didn't see his chest heaved with shallow breaths, you would think the worst.

"Rhys?" Your voice was shaking.

Corners of his mouth lifted in a faint smile. "It's the first time you called me Rhys since you came."

"Oh, you jerk." You playfully hit his shoulder and then hugged him. He returned the hug without hesitation. "I'm so sorry," you mumbled into his shoulder. "You should have said something."

"There's nothing to apologize for. I am sorry for all you had to go through. Before and especially since you came here. I know it wasn't easy for you."

You didn't say anything to that mainly because your feelings were all out of place.

"Are you okay?"

"Mm, just bit tired. It was harder than I thought."

"Why didn't you say something? We could-"

"It's okay," he stopped you. "I just need to rest. That's all. And you ought to do so too. I bet you have a lot to think about." He rubbed your back.

You were about to offer him helping to get to his room, but he stopped you before you could open your mouth with shake of his head. "Rest. We will talk about everything later."

Gnawing your lower lip you nodded and stood up. Azriel also got up, following you out of the office, silent like a shadow. Once doors closed behind you, you turned to him.

"I'm fine, Az. Really."

"I'll just walk you to your room."

"I can do that," you smiled. "But I'd love to ask you to take care of him. I think he's more exhausted than he admits." Your gaze travelled back to the office doors.

"Okay," he nodded, looking at you curiously. "Now you really remember." Small amused smile played on his lips, but his eyes were full of sadness and something you couldn't place.

You stepped closer, surprising Azriel with an innocent kiss on his cheek. His body went rigid, eyes widened. This was a game you two used to play, when you were younger, always catching him by surprise. Knowing you since you were born, he usually let his guard down around you, which allowed you to get into his personal space easily. You also learnt a few tricks from him.

"I do," you hummed. His fingers touched the place you kissed and he blushed fiercely. Chuckling you turned around and walked away, leaving him gaping at your back.

You'd turned the corner walking to the main hall towards the staircase.

"I don't understand what he sees in you," a sweet voice spoke from your right. There in the doors to the kitchen stood one of Feyre's sisters, Elain, if you remembered correctly.

"Excuse me?" you raised a brow at her, surprised that she spoke to you.

"Since you came everything is only about you," she said, her brows furrowed. "He also has eyes only for you. Even now, why did he have to be by your side?"

"I have no idea what are you talking about. Who's the he supposed to be anyway?" You'd never talked with her, actually hadn't met her properly until now. But you didn't like the way she looked at you.

Elain looked at you with utter disgust and then just simply pivoted, showing you her back and walked away. Stunned you blinked rapidly. You looked around hoping somebody else witnessed this and could explain you her behaviour. Unfortunately you were alone.

"…bitch…" You heard her low voice as she was muttering something in the kitchen.

Frustrated you returned to your room, decided to forget about that weird incident in the hall and rather concentrate on processing all new feelings.

You took a seat in one of the armchairs you became so fond of and gazing out to the garden you slowly roamed through new memories. It felt like finding pieces of puzzle you didn't realise that were missing. The emptiness you had always felt diminished.

It was hard to say how you felt, what you felt toward people who in few hours changed from strangers to well known faces, family. However you knew for sure that the feelings from before living in Spring Court, weren't so intensive anymore. They were still strong, but strangely subdued at the same time. It was confusing and you could only hope that with time it would clear out.

You didn't know when, but your thoughts wandered back to the cottage. And to him. What was he doing now? Did he already forget about you? Suddenly you felt blue. You'd like to talk with him now. It would certainly help you to sort out the things. You reached for the pendant he gave you, hidden under the clothes. It gave you a feeling of the kind of comfort you felt only with him.

Behind shut eyelids you found yourself back in the forest in front of your cottage, Tamlin stood on the threshold, his back to you. As if feeling your presence, he turned around and when his eyes found yours he smiled happily. Tamlin's emerald eyes and golden hair shone in the sunlight filtering through the treetops. It was so peaceful moment. The moment that was interrupted by a knock on the door.

You exhaled shakily, your heart beating too fast. What was that? It was so real that your chest hurt. You rubbed a non-existent wound and when another soft knock sounded, you called out to whoever it was, to enter. Golden brown head peeked in from behind the door. It was Feyre.

"Can I come in? I brought you something to eat."

You nodded, grateful for her care.

"You missed the lunch, so I thought you might be hungry," she said placing tray on a small table. She looked somehow nervous, eyeing the other armchair. You hadn't talked much with your sister-in-law yet, but she seemed to be a kind person. You asked her to sit down with you. The smile she conjured, was dazzling.

"I just wanted to let you know that Rhys is okay or better say, he will be. Azriel helped him to get to the bed, he ate and now he's napping."

"I'm relieved to hear that," you said and to your own surprise, really meant it. Rhysand was your brother, your blood. He mattered. Words that held no meaning yesterday, were so important now. You pushed those thoughts back before you began spiralling and rather focused on Feyre.

"I'm happy you are here," she whispered. "He needed you. Even though he has all of us, he needed you. He might not admit it openly, but since the tragedy that happened to your mother and you, he wished only for one thing: to have both of you back by his side. He was so lonely."

A lump rose in your throat. You were at a loss for words.

Feyre was nervously playing with her fingers. "I understand how he feels and what this means to him, but.. I noticed that you were.. well, you still are unhappy here. It reminds me of how I felt back at Spring.. I tried to convince him to let you go back. Don't take me wrong. I like you and I'd love you to be here, but if this isn't the place you want to be.."

"But he rejected," you noted, swallowing bitterness in your mouth. Feyre nodded.

"Please, don't be angry with him for that. He believes this is the only way how to protect you."

"Are you angry with Tamlin for doing the same?" You eyed her curiously.

She looked into the garden, her gaze wandered unfocused. "At that time I was angry, very angry. Now I kind of understand. It was his way of dealing with his trauma. He was so kind to me before and even to my family. What happened under the mountain broke us all. And what helped one, hurt someone else. Now seeing into Rhys' heart I do understand how Tamlin felt. I hope he will find his happiness, too." Even though Feyre just whispered the last sentence, she meant it.

Now it was your turn to answer, but you couldn't do so right away. Searching how you actually felt about that, your fingers once again found the pendant, playing with it. "I'm not angry," you said after a while. "Now when I have part of my memories back, I think I understand, too."

"But you still want to return," Feyre finished for you. "To him." A gentle smile spread across her face as she watched your fingers. You nodded.

"Do you like him?"

Your eyes widened. For some reason you were embarrassed. Like Tamlin? Yes, you liked him, but Feyre was probably referring to different kind of 'like'. "I- I like his company," you stuttered.

She giggled. "You can be honest with me. It'll remain just between us. I won't tell anyone."

You pulled your knees up to your chest, distressed. Feyre watched you curiously, head tilted to the side, a knowing grin on her face. "He's a good male and very kind. Lucien said that your presence helped him recover."

"The redhead?" you sat up straight. She nodded. So he wasn't lying when he said they were friends.

Feyre pressed her lips together, light amusement was replaced by seriousness. "Although I'm afraid of what happened with him after your abrupt departure."

After that Feyre left, muttering something about food getting cold and necessary rest, leaving you even more confused and on top of it worried.

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[girls4yuuta]

𖦹 cw: dark content! (step/in)cest (not specified), oral (f receiving), ‘nii-chan’ usage, n.sfw under the cut… wc: 1k

choso loved being his little sister’s safe place. he doesn’t feel bothered when you’d crawl to him after a long day to ask for hugs or when you’d end up being a little snarky after a particularly bad night. you’re his dearest little sister; of course, he’d indulge all your little requests, humor all your whims, hug you to sleep, and wipe your tears away.

but tonight was a little… different. you’ve come home to choso with teary eyes and a crestfallen expression. apparently, your (now ex) boyfriend had dumped you for… a multitude of reasons. being too emotional, too clingy, too needy, too… everything. your ex claimed he felt like he was being choked by what you call ‘affection.’ he couldn’t even so much as glance at another woman without you being upset!

so now, here you are, being cradled and coddled by your beloved older brother. he engulfs you in a warm embrace, his arms a protective barrier between you and the world. his hand absentmindedly traced up and down your back. it felt warm. safe. it felt like home.

so really, who could blame you two when you fall back into old habits— the ones you swore to break the moment you entered the dating scene? before long, choso’s lips were on yours, eagerly kissing you like a starved man. his hands quickly found the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside carelessly. without wasting another moment, he peels your shorts away too, leaving you in your panties. he stares at you with a glimmer of awe in his eyes.

he says, “spread your legs wide.”

“nii-chan…” you whine, a little embarrassed. you can’t help but rub your thighs together with the intensity of his gaze, going against his words.

he doesn’t let you keep your legs pressed close for long; he takes the initiative, taking your knees and pulling them apart. he can see the damp spot on your panties, the evidence of your arousal.

“i’m glad he dumped you.”

his words feel cold, almost callous, but in his gaze is pure adoration and affection. he positions himself between your legs, coming face to face with your clothed cunt. he takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent, and it garners a shaky breath from you.

you demand rather weakly, “stop teasing.” and who could say no to you? definitely not your older brother.

he licks a stripe through the fabric, tasting traces of your wetness leaking through it. then, he pokes the tip of his tongue where your entrance would be. he repeats the process a few more times until you’re squirming and near simply shoving his face against your pussy.

“nii-chan… i said stop teasing…”

choso gives you a low chuckle before briefly pulling away. he presses your legs together once more, just to slide your panties off you. he takes note of the way the fabric slightly sticks to your dripping hole, and he almost moans at the sight.

“i’ll take care of you. i’ll make you stop crying about your stupid ex,” choso says as he opens your legs again. you could feel the cold air as well the warmth of his breath against your core.

he doesn’t give a moment for doubts as he dives right in, parting your folds with two fingers and licking deep into you. a wanton moan escapes your lips, and your knees buckle at the sensation. it had been a long time— too long— since you’ve felt this.

“i bet he couldn’t make you moan like this,” choso says in a low voice, but it almost sounds like a taunt. “did he even bother eating you out?”

honestly? no. your ex had hated doing it, believing he was beneath such a ‘dirty’ thing. you shake your head no in response to choso’s words, and it makes him frown.

“what a useless thing. couldn’t even please you properly, unlike your nii-chan,” is what he says before he starts to give your cunt more attention that it had been missing for months. he eagerly licks at your folds, spreads them open, pokes his tongue in your pulsating core. he doesn’t let up— not even as his mouth and chin is messily covered in your wetness, not even as you make a fist around his dark locks, tugging on his hair. instead, he places his hands on your thighs, holding you open as he tastes you like a feast he’s long been waiting for.

maybe it’s the sensitivity of not having been treated to such pleasure in so long that makes your release build up quick. your legs close around his head and he doesn’t mind. that knot of pleasure forms deep within you, and before you know it, you’re shivering and begging for choso to stop to spare you from the feeling of overstimulation.

“stop, stop, please… i said stop!”

choso pulls away after hearing your frantic moans. he gently puts his hands on your waist instead and gives you a look that can only be described as pleading. he mumbles, “sorry… i’m sorry…”

you catch your breath and close your eyes as you try to regain your composure. as soon as your breathing evens out once more, you mumble a weak, “it’s okay. it’s just… too much. no more.”

choso looks not so different from a kicked puppy, but he couldn’t help it. he was quite eager to be with you again. still, he slowly nods, “okay.”

that was enough to make you bite your lip before sighing. you motion with your hands, spreading your arms so he could fall into you. “kiss me, nii-chan.”

just as quick, he perks up and leans forward to give you a kiss. you could taste yourself in his mouth, slightly salty, and it makes you moan against his lips. he takes it as a signal to wrap his arms around you too— and you know that your words ‘no more’ might as well have fallen into deaf ears.

[i-am-baechu]

♡ Summary: Yoongi is the famous cold bad boy of the campus. All the girls liked him and all the boys envied him. Y/N was just another girl with a case of social anxiety, why would Yoongi even look at her?  

♡ Pairing: Crush situation: Non idol! Yoongi x Reader 

♡ Rating: Pg - 14 

♡ Genre: Fluff, romance, and angst

Y/N walked across the campus with her headphones and her head looking down at the cement beneath her. She just got out of her class and was now heading to another one when she saw the popular people hanging out at the back of the building. She looked up and her eyes landed on the one and only, Min Yoongi. It was crazy because she has known Yoongi since grade school but she knew he had no idea who she was. They only talked three times and all those times were because they were in small groups for class. Other than that, they never interacted. They didn’t have a reason for it. She was just the younger junior who had a crush on her senior. 

She looked away and shook her head when she saw Mina hugging his arm. It was annoying to watch but she had no right to feel upset. He wasn’t hers and never will be. She continued her way until she felt an arm around her shoulder. She pushed down her headphones and saw Umji giving her a frown “You didn’t text me last night! Y/N, I was worried.” 

Y/N let out a small laugh, “I fell asleep last night. I was so tired from work.”

Umji nodded her head and removed her arm, “Okay, I’ll allow it.”

“Umji, leave her alone. She needs sleep and not you annoying her.”

Y/N turned her head and saw Chang-kyun giving her a teasing smirk, “Oppa, where were you? You missed out on the quiz.”

Chang-kyun gave her a small shrug and chuckled, “I had to help Shownu with moving. I already told the professor, don’t worry about me Y/N.” 

Umji looked Chang-kyun up and down with a small smirk, “You helped him? You're built like a pole.” 

Chang-kyun rolled his eyes and flicked her forehead, “Shut up. Don’t you have math?”

“Yes....I’ll see you guys after class? We’re meeting in the lunchroom, right?” 

Y/N nodded her head and gave her a smile, “Good luck on your test.”

“I need all the luck, bye~.” 

Y/N and Chang-kyun waved goodbye to Umji (who was running to her class now). Y/N turned towards Chang-kyun and smiled, “How was moving?” 

“Shownu has a lot of things. It’s going to be two days at least until he's moved fully and that’s me being positive.” 

“Oppa, I can always ask my brother to help you. He comes back tomorrow”

“Nah, I don’t want to bother him. Let’s go to class before we’re late at being early.” 

Y/N pouted at this, “Don’t make fun of me. I just like being early.” 

“I know you do.” 

The two continued to walk but Y/N glanced over her shoulder to see Yoongi smoking with his friends. He was chuckling at something and she wondered what his real laugh sounded like. She bet it sounded sweet. She quickly looked away when she saw him turning his head in her direction. That would be embarrassing if she was caught looking at him. 

They sat in the middle of the classroom and Y/N took out all her supplies for the class. She took her Liberal Arts class very seriously, it was her major after all. Chang-kyun on the other hand didn’t really care for the class but needed it for his general education. Chang-kyun and Y/N have known each other since they were in diapers. He saw her as his little sister whom he had protected because of how quiet she was. Y/N saw him as a person she admired and could count on no matter what. They were always together, no matter what. 

Professor Kwon entered the room and smiled at Y/N, “Y/N, you're always here before me. One of these days I’m going to ask you to be late.” 

Y/N let out a small laugh as she felt her face get warm, “I just like being early, professor.” 

“I’m glad you're so dedicated. Chang-kyun, you should learn from her.” 

Chang-kyun rolled his eyes and locked his phone, “I’m here early too. That shows I’m dedicated to some degree.” 

“Sure. Y/N, can you take these papers to Professor Jun.”

Y/N glanced at Chang-kyun who just nodded his head at her, “Uh, sure. It’s room 345 A?” 

“Yes, his class ended ten minutes ago. You should be fine.”

She nodded her head and wiped her hands on her jeans. Chang-kyun gave her an encouraging smile and she walked to the front to get the papers. Walking in the halls felt like a headache after a long day. Each time her shoe hit the floor, the sound of her heel was amplified in her ears and it made her feel sick. It was as if the hallway was longer and narrower than what she remembered. Her cream sweater can’t give her comfort at this moment. She stood in front of the door and took a deep breath before gently knocking on the dark wood. 

The door opened and she looked up with her eyes wide. Standing in front of her was Yoongi looking down at her with a raised eyebrow, “What?” 

She swallowed some spit and looked down from his stare, “I-I have some papers for Professor Jun...it's from Professor Kwon.” She didn’t hear anything and she thought Yoongi had left, so she looked up. She saw Yoongi staring at her with an expression that she couldn’t make out. She felt her face get warm and handed him the papers, “Thank you...please make sure he gets it...umm...have a good day. Bye.” 

She heard a chuckle and she brought the papers back to her with her shaky hands. Yoongi leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, “If you want the papers delivered then you should do it.”

She nodded her head and continued to look down at the floor, “Can I come in?” 

“I guess.”

With that, Yoongi moved away from the door and Y/N felt her heartbeat restored. She watched him go back to the front with his other friends and she realized that the class was not over. She swallowed spit again and entered the class. She bowed at the people seated at the front as she avoided Yoongi’s stare. 

Professor Jun smiled at her, “Ah, Y/N. Is that from Professor Kwon?”

Y/N's head snapped at the older man and nodded her head, “Yes, it is. I’m sorry for disturbing your class, Professor.”

“Nonsense, you can never disturb me. Thank you for the papers, tell your brother I say hi.” 

Y/N handed the papers and nodded her head, “Will do, Professor.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Y/N nodded her head and walked away as fast as she could. She turned around to close the door and she saw Yoongi looking at her. Her eyes widened and she closed the door as fast as she could. She leaned against the wood and clenched her chest, her heart was beating faster and she hated that. She didn’t dare to check her Apple watch. She smacked her cheeks and nodded her head. She walked away with hands clawing at her sweater to hide her shaky hands. She felt like she was practically running back to her room. 

When she came back Professor Kwon wasn’t in the room and Chang-kyun was on his phone. She ran back to her seat causing him to look up with a worried look, “Is everything okay?”

“How long was I gone?”

Chang-kyun raised his eyebrow and glanced at his phone, “It was like eight minutes, why?”

Her eyes widened and she slumped in her seat, “It felt like it was longer...like an hour.” 

Chang-kyun rolled his eyes and put his phone in his pocket, “Why? What happened?” 

“Professor Jun’s class wasn’t over...Yoongi was there. It was awkward and I hated it.”

Chang-kyun nodded his head at this and rubbed her shoulders gently, “It’s over now. Next time, I’ll deliver the papers to him. Okay?”

“Okay...” Why was Yoongi staring at me? Was it because my sweater had flowers in different colors? Was my hair too messy? I shouldn’t be thinking this...Mina was sitting next to him and it's obvious they're together.

“Y/N? You good?” 

Y/N shook her head and looked at Chang-kyun with a small smile, “Yea-Yeah. I was just thinking of today’s lesson.” 

“Nerd.” 

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Y/N tied her apron and looked at herself in the mirror with a small smile. After hanging out with Chang-kyun and Umji, Y/N had a shift at My Dear Cafe. Her sister-in-law, Irene, owned the cafe and Y/N wanted to help out whenever she could. Plus, she needed the money. She tightened her ponytail and headed out to the front to see Irene looking at the computer.

“Hi, unnie.” 

Irene looked up from the screen and gave her a smile, “Ah, Y/N. I’m sorry to put you in this position but I have a new person coming in. Can you train them?” 

Y/N blinked her eyes and slowly nodded her head, “I-I’ll do my best.” 

Irene smiled at this and nodded her head, “I have to do paperwork for the employee and then I have a conference meeting at four. Again, I'm sorry.” 

Y/N shook her head and gave her a reassuring smile, “It’s okay...you overwork yourself, unnie.” 

Irene let out a laugh and rubbed the back of her neck, “Tonight, I want us to have dinner with Henry.”

“Oppa? He’s back from his trip?”

Irene frowned at this and crossed her arms over her chest, “Did he not text you? You're his little sister and he didn’t tell you!?” 

“It’s okay unnie, he probably fell asleep when he came home.”

“Don't excuse him. I’ll scold him, don't worry.” Before Y/N said something, the door opened. She turned towards the door and she saw Yoongi with his hands in his pocket. Y/N felt frozen in her spot as she stared at him with nerves and confusion. Why was he here? “Ah, Yoongi. Thank you for coming in early. This is Y/N, she will be your trainer.” 

Y/N looked at Irene with wide eyes and then back at Yoongi who was looking at her with a blank expression. She had to train Yoongi, alone. How was she going to talk to him? She could barely look him in his eyes. She wished Chang-kyun or Umji was here to comfort her or take care of the training instead. 

“H-Hello.” 

“Mmmm...”

Y/N wanted to run to the back and clock out but her feet were frozen to the tile below her. Yoongi cracked his neck and looked at Irene, “Do you want me to change?” 

“You can head towards the back and on the right side is for the men. For now, just put it in any locker, we’ll assign you one later.”

Yoongi nodded his head and looked at Y/N, “Bye, teacher.”

He walked away with a chuckle that lingered in the air. Y/N’s face felt warm and she fell to the floor with her face on her knees, “Y/N? Is everything okay? Do you want me to train him instead, I don’t want you uncomfortable.” 

“No...I can do it. I just wasn’t expecting him.”

Irene placed the papers on the counter and went to Y/N’s level rubbing her back gently, “Who was that?”

Y/N looked up at her and frowned, “He’s my senior...”

Irene nodded her head at this and sighed, “Do you like him?

“I-I...I mean...he’s not bad-looking?”

Irene let out a small laugh and helped Y/N up, “You got this, Y/N. Just be your amazing self, okay?”

“I’m not that amazing...I’m just me.”

Irene rolled her eyes and gently hit her shoulder, “Which is amazing. Are you sure you want to train him? I can put off the paperwork for tonight.”

Y/N shook her head at this, “I can do it. Don’t worry.” 

“Where do I clock in?”

Y/N turned to see Yoongi leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest (which seems like his normal stance). Y/N swallowed some spit and gave him a small smile (the best she could make), “I can show you...” 

Y/N walked past him not making eye contact and headed towards the back. She wasn’t even sure if he was behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to see him walking with his hands in his pocket. He looked so uninterested in everything. She stood in front of the computer and moved to the side so he could see the screen, “You're going to use your Employee ID...”

Yoongi nodded his head and moved forward with his cologne entering her nose. He smelled like old books and firewood, it was comforting, “Now what?” 

She shook her head and looked at the screen, “You're going to check if the date is right and then just click shift start.” 

He did what she said and turned towards her, “My name is Yoongi.”

Y/N nodded her head. I knew he wouldn’t remember me... “I-I’m Y/N.”

Training Yoongi wasn’t hard, it was clear that he had worked in a cafe before. He knew how to make almost all the drinks and the only thing he didn’t know how to do was register. Which was fair because every store is different. Yoongi wasn’t much of a talker nor was Y/N. The atmosphere around them was silent but it was still comforting somehow. 

Y/N reached out for a glass but didn’t see Yoongi’s hand. She touched his knuckles and looked up with an embarrassed look, “So-Sorry. I didn’t see you.”

“It’s fine. By the way, did you do Professor Kwon's homework?”

Y/N washed a dirty glass and looked at him, “Oh, yeah. I already finished it, why?”

“Are you a Liberal Arts major?”

Y/N nodded her head and turned her attention to the sink, “Yes...why?”

“That’s my major too.” 

“O-Oh that’s cool.” Why did I say that?

Before Yoongi could say another, the door opened. She looked up to see the rest of Yoongi’s friends talking loudly. Her eyes landed on Mina and she bit her lip.

“Yoongi, you look so cute in your apron.”

Yoongi scoffed as Y/N watched from the sidelines, “Shut it Tae, what do you guys want?”

Mina leaned forward placing her hand on top of his, “You know what I like, Yoon.”

Y/N looked away and opened the fridge to let the cold air touch her face. Maybe if her face was frozen she couldn’t cry, “Y/N?”

She turned around and saw Jungkook giving her a small smile. Jungkook was nice and she hung out with him a couple of times. Chang-kyun was more of his friend but she still saw him as a friend still, “Oh, Kook? It’s been a while.” 

Jungkook let out a small laugh and nodded his head, “Yeah, sorry I’ve been busy. How are you doing?”

“You know Y/N, Jungkook?”

Y/N looked at Yoongi and saw him looking at Jungkook with a raised eyebrow, “Of course I do, hyung. Chang-kyun is her best friend.” 

“You never told me that.”

“You never asked. Neh, noona, can I have banana milk?” 

She glanced at Yoongi and then gave her full attention to Jungkook, “Of course you can. Chang-kyun mentioned that you had a soccer game last week, how was that?”

“We won, noona, you should come to one.” 

Y/N let out a nervous laugh and shook her head, “I-I don’t do good with other people.”

“So you're a loner.” 

Her laughing stopped and she looked at Mina who was sending her a small smirk. She felt her face turn red and she turned around to get Jungkook’s banana milk. She wasn’t sure how to answer or if should’ve answered. She just wanted out of the situation. She placed the banana milk on the counter, “That will be ₩3,272, Kook.”

He took out the money and gave her a small smile, “Thank you noona. Maybe I'll see you at Chang-kyun’s tomorrow, maybe?”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and gave him the change. She didn’t say anything but turned away and went towards the bathroom. When she was a few feet away she heard Mina say, “Jungkook, why are you friends with her?” 

She shook her head and rushed to the bathroom. She slammed the stall and brought her knees to her chest. She knew she should’ve clocked out or had Irene on the floor instead. She sighed to herself and left the stall. She splashed water on her face and glanced at herself in the mirror. She wished the water made her feel better. She walked out of the bathroom to see it empty again and it made her feel better. 

She started to refill everything that needed ignoring Yoongi’s stare. He let out a small cough and she glanced at him, “I’m sorry about her. She can be a bitch sometimes.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. She shouldn’t talk to you like that, Y/N. I’m saying sorry because I know she won’t.” 

Y/N saw the intensity in his eyes and nodded her head, “Okay...you don’t normally talk that much...”

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, “If something is wrong then it’s wrong. I’ll speak up.” 

Y/N nodded her head, “That’s a good trait.” 

Yoongi handed her a glass filled with a mystery drink. She glanced at the glass and then at him, “It’s a special drink. Drink it because it won’t happen again.” 

She nodded her head and took a sip. She immediately smiled at the taste, “It’s good.”

“Cherish it because I won’t do it again.” 

And she would cherish it. Even though it was a small thing, it made her feel seen. 

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“Umji, are you sure this is okay?”

“Y/N, it's going to be okay. You deserve a break from school. Plus, Chang-kyun is going to be there. You have no worries.” 

Tonight, Jungkook invited Chang-kyun to a small party. Umji was excited because she desperately needed a break but for Y/N, she didn’t care. She was better off being at home by herself with her music playing as she cleaned. She was dressed in a white long sleeve with a mini black dress on top. It was simple and that’s all she needed. She could easily blend in the background. 

Y/N nodded her head, “I suppose. Don’t get too drunk.”

Umji rolled her eyes and slapped her shoulder, “Let me have fun. I don’t go out that much.”

“I know you don’t but I can’t help but worry for you.”

Umji smiled at this and kissed Y/N’s cheek, “I know, thanks for always caring.” 

The two headed towards Jungkook’s dorm with Y/N rubbed her arms in a nervous manner. When they entered, it wasn’t a lot of people but there were new faces. Faces that belonged in magazines. Umji intertwined their fingers together and gave her a small smile, “It’s going to be okay, unnie.” 

Y/N nodded her head and her eyes landed on Chang-kyun who was talking with Jungkook. She smiled and Umji went straight to him, “Oppa, I want vodka.”

Chang-kyun raised his eyebrow at Umji and shook his head, “You and vodka don’t mix well. Remember what happened last year?”

Umji pouted at this and shook her head, “I’ve gotten better. I’m only having one drink.” 

Chang-kyun rolled his eyes and nodded his head, “Fine.” 

Umji smiled at this and looked at Y/N, “I won.”

Y/N shook her head and bowed her head at Jungkook, “Hi, Kook.”

“Hey, noona. I’m surprised to see you here.” 

Y/N let out a nervous laugh and nodded her head, “I’m shocked to be here too...”

Chang-kyun handed her a bottle of water and ruffled her hair, “The balcony is that way. I might get shit-faced but if you need somewhere to escape just head towards there. Okay?” 

“Okay.” 

Y/N tried her best to stand with everyone else but it was doing much for her. She stood up from the couch and let the laughter of everyone be her background music. She opened the sliding door and closed it shut. She sat on the black chair to stare at the stars with a small sigh escaping. 

“Hello again.”

She turned her head and saw Yoongi smirking at her with smoke escaping his lips. She didn’t even know he was here but thinking about why wouldn’t he. He’s one of Jungkook’s close friends. She waved at him and looked back at the sky, “Hello...” 

Yoongi stared at her and sighed, “You know I remembered you.”

Y/N looked at him with a confused look, “What?”

“I only wanted to introduce myself because I thought you wouldn’t remember me.” 

Y/N shook her head and turned towards him, “N-No, how could I forget you?” 

Yoongi raised his eyebrow at this and leaned towards her, “What does that mean?”

Y/N’s face felt warm and she looked away, “That I couldn’t forget you...I was so sure you would have forgotten me.”

“How could I forget about the girl that saved me in Literature?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

Y/N was always ahead with her studies. She was a freshman in a senior class, and every teacher was always impressed with her. She sat at the table with Yoongi and she couldn’t help her heart beat faster than usual. If Chang-kyun saw her now, he would make fun of her. The book they were reading was Pride and Prejudice and the teacher put them in small groups, hence why she was with Yoongi. 

Yoongi was too busy talking to his friends to notice the teacher glaring at him, “Mr. Min since you're in a talking mood. Why is Mr. Darcy infatuated with Elizabeth?” 

Yoongi cursed under his breath and looked at his paper as if they had an answer. Y/N saw him struggling and grabbed a sticky note without the teacher noticing. She placed it on his lap without looking at him and Yoongi glanced at her. He looked down to make it seem like he was looking at his paper, “Elizabeth was a breath of fresh air. Mr. Darcy was used to getting things he wanted and women only saw him for his fortune. When he met Elizabeth it was different. She fought back against him and it made him realize that’s what he wanted in a wife.” 

The teacher nodded her head at this and moved on. Y/N looked away and didn’t realize Yoongi was looking at her with a smile. 

“You remember that?” 

Yoongi nodded his head, “Of course, I remember. I saw you as Mr. Darcy.”

Y/N raised her eyebrow at this, “Why?”

“You're intelligent and you always got things because of it. I saw myself as Elizabeth, the breath of fresh air.”

Y/N’s face felt hotter and she stared at him with shock, “Wh-What?” 

“I think you know what that means.” 

She continued to stare at him and looked down, “What about Mina?” 

Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed at this and looked at her with confusion, “What about her?”

“She likes you...and I thought you liked her...”

Yoongi scoffed at this and pulled his chair closer to her. She heard this and turned her head to see him so close to her. His nose touching hers, “Mina has nothing to do with us right now. I’m only focused on you.” 

She glanced at his lips and then back to his dark brown eyes, “O-On me?” 

“Always on you...Always on you, Y/N.” He leaned forward and placed his lips on hers. Her eyes widened at the action but they quickly closed as she returned the kiss. The kiss was quick and when they leaned away he placed his forehead against hers, “It’s always been you.” 

[strongheartneteyam]

Realize where you belong.

Pairing: neteyam sully x female!human!reader/female!dreamwalker!reader

Chapter 7

CW: a good amount of angst, reader finally is letting neteyam in and realizing how she does truly love him too, physical contact, neteyam suffering while holding back from mating w/ reader, mentions of sex, yearning, sexual language, reader and neteyam acting like a cute couple, playful flirting, reader is more vulnerable with neteyam, a lot of fluff, reader feels guilty about the way she's been treating neteyam. Tell me if I'm missing something important!

Sorry for taking long to update, my angels 🥺🤍 unfortunately I'm going through a tough path in my personal life rn and bc of that I fell on a horrible depressive episode that I'm still on. So, my motivation to do stuff is very low at the moment and as I have to deal with my adult responsibilities that I can't run from bc nobody can, rn the best I'm able to do is focus the tiny bit of energy I have onto getting them done. I won't be able to update my fanfics as fast as I used to for some time. Can't say how long, it's not under my control currently, sorry :( But I LOVE writing, it's a great escape for me, from life problems and stuff, so, I really do not plan on stop writing fanfiction. I promise! Don't worry too much. Some of the upcoming chapters of this fanfiction, for example, are already saved on my Google Docs. I'll take longer but I won't stop updating. Anyway, I'm a tiny bit (ok maybe much more than that lol) insecure about this chapter but I hope y'all like it. Seeing your comments about the fic would make me incredibly happy. I'm needing some serotonin right now 🥲 Thanks for reading my writings ♡

Not proofread. Sorry if some parts are a bit messed up. I'll proofread it as soon as I can <3

Chapter 6

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You gave me roses and I left them there to die

So this is me swallowin' my pride

Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night

(...)

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you

Back to December (Taylor Swift)

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You inclined yourself slowly and sheepishly in Neteyam's direction, still feeling guilty for the way you had been treating him before. Neteyam sensed your self doubt and quickly swept you off your feet, taking you inside his arms, so he could finally get the hug he had been dying for, so he could finally feel your small body against his bigger one. His big hands were now under your thighs, securing you in place against his warm body. That closeness, his touch… it all felt incredibly good. You cursed yourself for pushing him away and postponing that moment. To think you could have felt that before and you didn't… "Stupid girl" you thought.

You were now really far from the ground but you felt safe. Now you knew Neteyam would always protect you. He would not let you fall and get hurt. He was not and had never been a threat to you. There was not and there never was any reason for you to be afraid of him.

"Oeyä yawne…" (my beloved) "You feel so soft and tiny… Eywa… Nga yawne lu oer" (I love you) His voice was choked with emotion as he held back tears of joy while he hugged you as tight as he was able to - without hurting you - and you rested your head upon his shoulder. Your nose was hovering over his neck and you sniffed his skin, smelling his natural, cozy scent. It was intoxicating, drawing you in, making you wanna stay like that forever. 

You breathed in deep and relaxed inside his huge arms that held you for the first time but still strangely felt like home, like you had felt them around you a thousand times already. If you believed in past lives - which you didn't - you'd explain this odd but amazing feeling as you having found your soulmate again, in this current life. There was no fear of Neteyam inside of you anymore. You only yearned for more and more of him, only a burning affection kept your whole being warm, just like his massive body did too.

"There's still something I need to ask of you, if this is gonna work out between us." You said, breaking the hug for a while to look him in the eye

"Say it, yawne."

Neteyam was still so utterly happy that he did not even seem to be shaken by that, which he could have been

"You know why I pushed you away. First of all, finding out an alien double your size has been stalking you is freaking unnerving." You still gazed into his eyes, wanting him to pay attention to your words "Second, you acted like a creep. At least compared to the way human guys act around girls they're interested in. I don't really have any experience dating na'vi boys, you know?" You choked a little as you were trying hard to hold back laughter

"Ouch…" Neteyam playfully pretended to be extremely hurt by your previous statements. He chuckled "In my defense, I'd say my instincts are to blame, not me, exactly." You gave him a death stare, but in a playful manner too "When I saw you, I knew you would be the perfect mate for me and I had to make you mine. Everything about you rubbed me just the right way."

You smiled. He was being silly and so sweet. You just could not resist it.

"By the way, when did you see me for the first time?" 

Neteyam seemed to get shy after that question. You wondered why.

"I fell in love with you while you were in your Avatar body, yawntu. That's when I first saw you." Neteyam looked up at you again, smiling but showing no teeth

"You what?" You questioned him, a bit shocked but you could not bring yourself to be mad at him, though. Imagining him hiding behind trees and up in branches to watch you silently seemed adorable in your eyes, now. 

And yes, you knew it sounded crazy, to find someone who used to literally stalk you adorable, but nobody said that anything that was happening to you right now made any sense. Not even you would try to.

"How did I never notice you were around?" You shook your head in disapproval of your distraction back in the forest.

What if it had been a na'vi who did not trust you a single bit to even let you Dreamwalk freely, without grabbing you by the arm and taking you to the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahìk? Some na'vi hated humans to that point. And, as you always said and always would say, you had a great empathy towards them and could imagine yourself feeling the same way if you were na'vi. You could never bring yourself to judge them as harshly as way too many humans did. You knew they were not the villains of the story. But still, what if that na'vi tried to hurt you? You felt tense at the thought.

Neteyam noticed your uneasiness and tried to calm you.

"Don't worry, yawne. I'm a great warrior. A big part of being a good warrior is being really focused on one's mission and knowing how to get by as unnoticed as possible. So many other humans in their Avatars and even many, many na'vi wouldn't notice me, either."

Neteyam still wanted to call those other humans "demons in false bodies" but he was not going to. He knew it would hurt you and make you feel like he was talking about you too. But he was not. Whenever he had called you "demon", it never meant the same thing as it would mean if he was talking about any other human. But he knew it would be hard for you to understand. So he promised himself that he would never call you "demon" again. After that eclipse night when the both of you were talking in front of your bedroom window, he realized how much it hurt you when he called you that. He hated himself for bringing you pain. And his heart hurt so badly when he thought about the possibility of you pushing him away again. It made him want to hold onto your small, frail body tightly and say "Please, don't leave me! I can't be without you again… Please…"

"If you say so… I still think I should've been more careful, though." You say, still feeling a little nervous and thinking that maybe you had not been the best student when attending to your classes about na'vi behavior and that maybe you didn't pay enough attention to warnings they may have given about being mindful of your surroundings when Dreamwalking 

"I promise it's okay. It was not your fault, yawntu. I'm just good at what I do." His smile clearly showed he was proud of being a good warrior

"Ok, then." You smiled back at him and the both of you laughed a bit.

Suddenly, he stopped smiling and his gaze dropped to your lips, that were not that far from his own lips, if it wasn't for that damn oxygen mask. You felt like he wanted to kiss you. The moment was awkward but in a good way. He could not kiss you with the mask on, so, instead, he smiled at you once again and looked down at the floor, bashful.

You touched his huge, gorgeous face and he looked up at you again "So, about what we were talking about before… Just try to be a little less… upfront about what you feel for me. I mean… sexually. I love that you want me this much because I want you too, Neteyam. A lot, actually. You're… really freaking hot." He smiled, blissful, and his cat-like eyes sparkled as he heard that, his ears perking up. "But you're a bit too much, at times. If you could just tone it down a bit…" Neteyam looked a little ashamed and insecure, so, you rubbed your thumb on his soft skin, to reassure him you still longed for him too "At least while I get used to your na'vi nature, it would be great. Please, try to understand me… It's a whole new world I'm just now discovering. But it doesn't mean I don't love you and don't want you and it doesn't mean you should feel insecure." You smiled gently, showing no teeth. 

Neteyam looked a bit sad again after you finished your sentence and you totally understood why. In his na'vi mind, you were practically rejecting him. That was who he truly was, animalistic and a bit too much to your human standards. He must feel like who he is was not enough or good in your eyes.

"Hey" You cupped his face again "I wanna do something. Just let me take this mask off, first." You wanted to reassure Neteyam of your feelings for him by giving him a kiss.

"Yawne, no! You can't breathe without it. You could die really fast! I'm not gonna let you do it."

"So you don't want a kiss, Neteyam Suli? I thought you'd want it, judging by the way you have been stalking me and by our interaction that night, outside my bedroom's window." You teased him and his face lit up

Neteyam gave you an excited smile. The way his full lips curled up as he quickly pondered about the pros and cons of your offer was so beautiful, almost hypnotizing.

God, you really were in love with that na'vi boy, weren't you? There's no going back now. He's holding your heart in his big, weird but cute, alien hands.

"I guess if we make it quick-"

"Shut up, Neteyam." You interrupted, chuckling playfully "I know you're dying to feel my lips on yours. Just help me take this mask off already." It was a bit hard for you to take the mask off while holding onto his shoulders. You knew he would not let you fall but still you wanted to still feel a bit of control and keep holding onto him too.

Neteyam got surprised by your boldness, since he did not see it coming, and he could only think about how freaking amazing it would feel to finally taste your lips, so, he did as you asked - leaving the mask hanging on your neck by the strap it had - and you rapidly held his big pretty, blue face, brought your lips to his and placed the most tender of kisses there, pressing your mouth against his mouth softly but with so much care, trying to let him feel how much you desired him too. His lips were velvety, warm and so incredibly good to kiss. God, you did not care that you were risking dying from lack of oxygen. You wanted that alien boy so badly.

Neteyam's still tense demeanor soon turned into a calmer one as he kissed you back. His hold on you got tighter as he felt your sweet soft lips on his. He felt so incredibly hungry for you. How could he not be? Your kiss was the most delicious thing he had ever felt in his whole life. You both shared saliva and wet each other's lips with each time your lips parted only slightly and came together again. Your soft skin made him want to squeeze you and never let you go again. Neteyam wanted to cuddle with you, wanted to wrap his tail around your small body in a possessive way to let you know you're his and that he would take care of you, hunt food to feed you and protect you from anything that could ever hurt you.

It was getting harder and harder for him not to lay you on the ground and press his body against your tiny one and make love to you right there but he knew that, thinking rationally, that was not a good idea at all, as the both of you were just outside a laboratory full of humans and you two could easily get caught and be in danger.

Even though Neteyam craved your body insanely, now even more than before, as he was finally feeling you close and tasting your lips, he was trying to take it as slow and gentle as he could because he wanted to respect your limits instead of scaring you away again. He understood you were human and your race acted in a very different way when it came to relationships. He still thought it to be a dumb way to lead things but it was you who was asking him to act differently and he loved you with his whole being. He could not bring himself to say "no" to that request. He knew it would be temporary and you soon would give into the na'vi that lives inside of you when it came to mating too. For you, Neteyam could wait. He knew things would soon change for the better. You were now in his arms, as the two of you kissed. You were no longer afraid of him. That was everything he needed at that moment. Things were already so much better.

Neteyam noticed you were having more and more trouble breathing, so he got worried and quickly put your oxygen mask back on.

You gasped for air and breathed in so much oxygen once you had your mask on that it might have been funny to watch, though Neteyam did not laugh. On the contrary, he seemed way too serious, way too worried about your safety. You wanted him to relax a bit.

"See how much I love you? I risked dying just to give you a kiss." You tried to speak normally but what came out of your mouth was a hoarse whisper instead, as your lungs were still in need of more air. A weak smile was adorning your lips as you struggled but still managed to let out a frail chuckle

"Don't say that, oeyä tawtute, please." Neteyam told you, trying to stay serious but still letting out a chuckle as well

"See the sacrifices I make for you, Neteyam?" You tried to seem mad at him at the beginning, only to start laughing shortly after, now that you finally had enough oxygen in your system to be able to let out an actual laugh, even if it still sounded weaker than your laughing would sound in another situation

He smiled big and teased you "Skxawng." (moron)

"But you love me." You closed your eyes while smiling, full of yourself

"I do." You opened your eyes to look at his face "More than you think, yawntu."

Your heartbeat accelerated intensely and you blushed. Neteyam found your blushed cheeks adorable. He looked at you so intensely, like he was holding the most precious thing in the world in his arms.

Neteyam knew he had just fallen even harder for you now that you both had kissed. He could not wait until he could be alone with you in a safe place and get to explore your body with his hands and kiss you all over. He almost got hard just thinking about that but he tried his hardest to whoosh that away. Neteyam was scared that feeling his bulge would be too much for you at that moment, specially since he knew he was much bigger than the human males you were used to. You might feel uncomfortable because of that difference and the sudden intimate feeling of his hard big cock against you and want to get out of his arms. Neteyam did not want that to happen. He needed you there a bit more, he was not ready to let you stand on your feet yet. And he was so afraid of you not wanting him close anymore, he was so afraid of perhaps ruining what you both had now. It was far too special for him. He could not let his sexual instincts ruin that. The time would come when you would let him in completely, when you would grant him permission to be inside of you and show you how much he craved your pussy, how much you messed with his head and awakened his most intense desires. Until then, he would wait and take baby steps. For you, he was capable of waiting for ages, though he hoped so strongly it would not take long.

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Am I Just a Joke to You?

Note: this was supposed to be so short. It was supposed to be a little drabble but noooooo I have to establish a whole ass dynamic and side characters. God damn it. Why is it this long. Jesus Christ.

Content: Long post, 4.6k words. Slow burn. Leon x Reader, no y/n, ambiguous era Leon between re2 and 4, mutual pining, jealousy, fake dating?, don't get caught, rough sex, size kink, slight possessive kink, proof read.

It takes Leon getting jealous to finally do something about your feelings for him.

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"I don't dance."

You rolled your eyes at him. You were both all dressed up for a fancy, UN event that was supposed to be some kind of summit but was really just an excuse for bigger fish to rub elbows. Your job was to keep an eye on things. You were supposed to be protecting the president from the shadows. But honestly? You both scanned this place top to bottom. Half the fucking people here were probably various secret agents from every country on the planet with the exact same job as you. You did this kind of shit 5 times a year and nothing ever went wrong.

"How do you just not dance?" You asked him, picking out a martini from a tray as a caterer passed by. "I bet you're just bad at it."

Leon was leaning against the wall, scanning the room like a BOW was going to materialize out of the meticulously waxed tiled ground. He was clean shaven, his hair slicked back in a way that said he cared, but not that much. His suit fit him well. It perfectly hugged his shoulders and was tailored exactly to his height. His sleeves were rolled up, and you had to stop yourself from staring at his toned forearms. How many times did you fantasize about them wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him while he...

"Focus on the mission," he said. You met his eye and instantly felt embarrassed by the amused expression on his face. Fuck. He totally caught you staring.

You hid your embarrassment in the bottom of the martini glass, tilting it up to hide your face while you downed the whole thing. You passed it off to another serving tray bobbing between bodies.

"And maybe ease up on the drinking. We're on the job."

"Oh, like you've never gotten drunk on the job," you replied with an eye roll.

You'd gotten drunk together on a mission just a couple weeks ago! You were trapped in a snowy Swiss cabin with that blizzard keeping the chopper from retrieving you. He was the one that suggested it, even! Bringing over a crystal bottle of whiskey while you stoked a fire. The wood was limited, you needed to ration it carefully so the two of you didn't freeze. It'll warm us up, he said. It'll help with the adrenaline crash, he said. If we don't sleep next to each other, we'll be popsicles by morning, he said.

"That was different. The mission was over." You tried not to get your hopes up that he thought about that night too. It was the most recent incident, of course you'd both think of it. He didn't think of your bodies side by side, just centimeters from touching, hoping with bated breath that he would turn around and kiss you.

"This mission is basically over," you push. "Come on, Leon, this is a cake walk. We're getting paid a boat load just to be here, and if you want to just stand there, then you go ahead. But I didn't sew myself into this dress not to enjoy myself."

He was getting under your skin. He was always getting under your skin. You needed some space from him.

You turned your back on him and walked into the crowd. You didn't really have a path in mind but it looked like you were bee-lining for a buffet table, and you weren't about to embarrass yourself by doubling back. Especially not with his cool gaze on you. God, he was so irritating. Always so unbothered, like everything was a little bit boring to him, or worse - like everything was a bit of a joke. You knew if you turned around he'd have some wisecrack about getting lost, or missing him, or... Oh, who even cared. Why were you still thinking about him and his cocky smile anyways?

"Difficult choice, huh?" A different voice broke through your daydreams and you cursed yourself to get your shit together. The voice was a low, rolling Ghanaian accent, coming from a tall man that was wearing the best fucking cologne you'd ever smelled. You looked up from the expensive deserts you didn't realize you were staring at.

"Y-yeah," you smiled up at him, sizing him up while he took stock of you too. Broad, but not the kind of broad Leon was. Well built, healthy skin, shiny hair, but no scars or callouses. There was intelligence behind his black eyes. He wasn't a threat. Likely a diplomat of some kind. "There's always so much food I've never heard of at these things."

"You are naturally curious, then?" He leaned against the table while he talked to you. He flashed a charismatic smile that should have charmed you, but irritation still itched at the back of your mind.

"As much as anyone else is," you shrugged, pushing away thoughts of Leon and grounding yourself. A perfectly handsome man was flirting with you, fuck Leon. "Are you?"

"Absolutely. My name is Kwameno. Not that one." He extended his hand to shake. You took note of his perfectly manicured nails. You'd wager this man knew how to dance.

Your eyes darted to where you last saw Leon. You didn't know what you were hoping for. His eyes were fixated on you, expression unreadable from this distance. His posture was as unbothered as always. He was probably worried you'd do something stupid, like give your name. You know, you know, we're on a mission, we couldn't underestimate people, this man could be an enemy lying in wait. You had to blink to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You forced your gaze back to Kwameno and shook his hand.

"It's a pleasure." You didn't release his hand, instead taking it in both hands like the two of you were good friends. You leaned forward like you were sharing a secret. "Do you know how to dance, Mr. Kwameno?"

You knew the answer before he gave it. He was the kind of man who was used to women sneaking off with him with just a few words and a brilliant smile. So, you'd be the challenge. A mysterious stranger in a tastefully tight black dress, making him work to charm you. He fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

"I know a little," he said. "May I offer you a dance, Ms..."

"Mrs, actually," Leon's voice hovered behind you, smouldering with something you couldn't quite figure out. A knot worked it's way into your stomach.

"Oh, I apologize sir. I did not realize. I did not see a ring," Kwameno replied. He sounded genuine, but that last comment was an intentional jab.

"Her fingers swell when she drinks," Leon lied. He took one hand in his as if to prove a point, rubbing his thumb in a small circle in your palm. You couldn't ignore the intimacy of the gesture, his chest so close to your back you could sense the rise and fall of his chest.

What the fuck was he doing?

"If you wanted to dance, darling, why didn't you just ask?" Leon's voice was lowered, making it clear he was talking to you and only you. His breath stirred the hair at your temple. Your face almost turned to meet him, but you stopped short. The air felt hot suddenly. The closeness was decidedly unprofessional. It got your hopes up for something you knew he wouldn't give you and worst of all was that smug fucking tone in his stupid voice.

"I did, dear. I believe you told me that you didn't dance." There was barely hidden venom in your voice.

He moved so fluidly you hadn't even noticed that he was already leading you away from the other man. One hand on your waist, leading you towards where people were dancing in a slow, classical style. Some kind of tango, maybe?

"I didn't like that song," he deflected. He turned you to face him, that stupid smirk on his face. You wanted to hit him. You wanted to ask what he was doing this for. He was probably just going to lecture you about letting your guard down and you didn't want to hear it, and your arms were wrapped around the back of his neck before you knew what you were doing.

You should stop, you thought. He probably knew how you felt. He was probably teasing you, always looking for something he could have over you.

Then, one hand was taking yours in his, the callouses mirroring your own. Another found its way to your lower back, pulling you in close to him. He was steady and strong. Confident. You could feel his solid frame beneath the suit as your body pressed close to his. He led you through the dance expertly.

"Where did you learn how to dance?" you asked.

"Would you believe it was part of training?"

"Not unless I missed a memo," you replied.

You didn't know the tango or whatever dance you were doing, and you couldn't pull off any flashy moves, but you also didn't have to. He led, you followed, wordlessly reading and responding to each other. It was like fighting together, but quieter.

You knew you should stop. You knew that whatever this felt like, it wasn't. Yet, you couldn't stop yourself from placing one hand at the back of his neck, feeling the fine hair there. He reached his hand up and pulled yours from the back of his neck, and you burned with embarrassment. He uncoiled your arm from his shoulder. Then, he held you at arm's length.

You were struck by how beautiful he was in the warm lighting. Blonde hair pushed out of his chiseled face for once, letting you take in the sharpness of his features. A soft smile played on his lips. His blue eyes, normally so shadowed, were gentle. They gave his expression something close to open affection. He smiled playfully. Then, he rolled his hips in an exaggerated, flamboyant motion and the sight was so absurd you barked a laugh. He pulled you back in with a spin and a flourish. Your bodies pressed against each other again.

He returned your hand to the back of his neck.

I could kiss him, you thought. His face leaned down towards yours, a hand tracing your back from lower to middle. I should kiss him.

He let out a soft chuckle that turned your blood to slush.

Was this just a fucking game to him? See how far he could take it, just to... To laugh in your face when you finally think of giving in like he's won something? Tears welled in your eyes from the frustration. You pulled away from him.

"Wait, no-"

"Fuck you," you snapped.

You turned on your heel and started to walk away from him. He followed.

"No, wait, let me explain-"

"Am I just a fucking joke to you?" You couldn't look at him. This room was too small, too hot, too many watchful eyes.

"No!" He started to say the first syllable of your name but stopped, seemingly noticing the eyes on you. "Darling, I wasn't-"

"You were being mean!" You turned to face him now, swallowing the tears with your pride. You had killed BOW's the size of a tree and Leon had reduced you to a school-yard child, calling your bully a big dumb meanie pants. You couldn't think of anything else to say. "I can handle the teasing, and the snide insults, and the smartass comments but that was mean."

He stood there, open mouthed and rooted to his place. You took the moment of him being stunned to make your escape. He moved to follow you again when Kwameno stepped between the two of you, and you were thankful to get more ground.

"I don't think the lady wants to talk to you right now," you heard him say. A split moment of quiet before you heard Leon's response.

"If you want to keep that hand, I suggest you take it off me."

You'd rarely heard Leon's voice so threatening. You cast a look behind you to see Kwameno's hand was on Leon's chest. Kwameno was taller than Leon, but Leon was bigger. In muscles and energy. Leon spoke in the kind of way that commanded obedience.

Fuck it. Let them fight, blow our cover, I don't care, you thought, and kept walking.

Ten minutes went by of you searching for a bathroom to hide but, but for whatever goddamn reason the mansion the event was being held in was the only mansion ever built without any goddamn bathrooms.

Fuck! You were so stupid. Not only did you potentially blow your cover with that high school drama bullshit, but you actually believed Leon might want you.

God fucking damn it.

You were lost. You'd wandered into some dark hallway you were pretty sure was off limits, but there was no red tape anywhere and you were pretty dead set on finding a bathroom to hide in. Besides, what else were you going to do? Go back into that ballroom and do your job like an adult? Look Leon in the eyes and pretend like he didn't lean in to kiss you and then laugh in your face?

"Asshole," you said to the empty hallway. You tried a door knob, but it didn't turn. "Why isn't there some kind of bathroom usher. Fucking. Open goddamn it!"

You heard the sounds of footsteps coming down the hall. You knew they were Leon's. You didn't even have to turn your head. You tried the door again like it would magically unlock for you this time.

"I don't think they want you in there," he said, his voice attempting levity.

"Shouldn't you be watching the president."

"Like you said, half the people here are probably secret agents."

"Go do your job," you tried so hard to sound cold, but there was a waver in your voice. You abandoned that door and crossed the hall to try another.

"I wasn't laughing at you," Leon said. There was something genuine in his voice that caught you off guard long enough for him to close the distance between you. "I was just... Surprised."

You looked up at him, defenses flaring, only to lose momentum the second you saw him. The hallway was empty, and the two of you were far enough away from the main party that it felt like you were the only two people in the building. You crossed your arms and leaned against the doorframe. He shoved his hands in his pockets and did the same, infuriatingly handsome while he did it.

"I know you know how I feel about you," you said. You were almost surprised by how tired you sounded. This quiet moment drained the anger from you. "You aren't stupid."

He chewed his lip, meeting your gaze but clearly mulling over what to say. You gave him the time to think it out.

"I didn't think anything would happen between us," he said eventually. "I realized I could kiss you, and..."

He trailed off. He didn't wear vulnerability well. But, neither did you. This was uncomfortable.

"Let's just... Forget this ever happened," you offered.

"No."

"Nothing is going to happen between us."

He took a single step towards you, closing the small distance between you entirely. He leaned on one arm between you and the door, looking down at you. A strand of blonde hair fell loose from his style. There was something pleading and a little confused in his eyes. His other hand brushed your jaw and tilted your head up to look at him. He was so... Gentle. Earnest. Your heart pounded in your chest.

"I want this," he breathed. "Don't you?"

There was no humour or sarcasm in his voice. He wanted you. And, if you were reading this right, he wanted you to want him too. He didn't push, but he didn't back off either. The next move was yours.

Oh, fuck it.

You kissed him. The second your lips met his, everything else faded away except excitement. And then, heat.

He didn't rush the kiss, but his hands were on your body immediately. Grasping at your hips while his tongue met yours, pressing you into the doorframe behind you. Your own hands slipped under his jacket, feeling the muscles under the silk button up he wore. You knew he was fit, you'd seen him in action, but god it was entirely different to feel it for yourself. To feel his strong arms wrapped around you. His hands travelled up the curves of your hips, then gently caressed your shoulders. He was so gentle.

He bit your bottom lip, earning a small noise from you. His kiss traveled down your jaw to the sensitive spot below your ear, beside your throat, the curve of your collar bone. He licked up the length of your neck with hot breath meeting cool air in a way that made you shiver, ending with a kiss that made you moan.

"Leon, don't-" he was already pulling away. You had to catch his shoulders and pull him back, "- don't leave any marks, we're at work."

You could feel him grin into your neck.

"But that's half the fun," he complained, his sultry voice coiling in your stomach. Oh, you'd let him do anything he asked if he asked in that voice.

One of your hands found his belt, pulling his hips flush against yours with it. He groaned, his hands becoming more insistent. They grabbed your hips and the outside of your thighs. He found the hem of your dress and pushed it up, fingertips brushing against the bare skin. One hand tucking around to the back of your leg, lifting your thigh so you could wrap a leg around his waist. You pulled him close with your leg and almost whimpered. You could feel how hard he was in those dress pants, pressed right up against where you needed him most. You could probably just push your underwear to the side and...

"Fuck," you muttered, fire burning in you now.

"Yeah?" He asked, grinding against you just lightly enough to tease. You whimpered, hands tightening on his back. "Oh, what was that, sweetheart?"

"Shut up," you tried to kiss him but he hovered just out of reach. Stupid, cocky smirk on his face. How was he still irritating you?

Fine.

You reached down to where your hips met and grasped his cock over his suit pants. You weren't as gentle as he was, stroking him firmly through the fabric. His eyebrows stitched together, a low groan rumbling from his throat. He looked so fucking pretty like that.

"Oh," you whispered mockingly, "what was that?"

He sighed something that sounded pretty close to bitch and your hips rocked up at the thought. He noticed, something between a moan and a laugh hummed into a kiss.

You wanted him to fuck you. God, you wanted him so fucking badly. But there was a reason you couldn't... What was it again?

Oh, shit. You were huddled in some off-limits hallway at a UN meeting when you were supposed to be protecting the president.

"We can't," you whispered. You pulled back from the kiss, the two of you panting with lust and adrenaline.

"Why not?" He asked, but he stilled his hands on you.

"We're at work!" You reminded him, giggling. His forehead rested against yours and he started to chuckle too. And then it grew to full blown laughter from both of you. Some of the tension defused between you, laughing it away until your cheeks hurt from grinning.

"You're right," he conceded. Then, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It wouldn't be appropriate."

"It wouldn't..." You cautiously agreed. He was up to something.

"Especially out in this hallway where anyone could catch us."

"Mhm...." The thought of getting caught bloomed warm between your legs, making you realize then how worked up you were. Could be feel how wet you were between the cotton underwear and his suit?

A hand left your body, leaving you cold where it had been, and grasped the doorknob next to you. You watched his arms flex with effort, tendons coiling under the skin. Goddamn, he was strong. There was a loud metallic pop as the doorknob snapped. The door swung open.

"Then we better not get caught," he said.

You were on him in a flash. The show of strength turned you on, urgency building up inside you. You really shouldn't be doing this. That only made it hotter.

He led you into the dark room, closing the door gently shut behind him. There was no lock to keep it closed, but no breeze or uneven ground to swing it open.

He backed you up towards a surface- a desk maybe?- the solid wood biting into your ass as he pinned you against it with his body. Your kisses grew messy, strands of spit connecting your tongues when you parted for air.

You pulled your underwear down, stepping one leg out of them. He followed your lead, pulling his zipper down. You could hardly see him in the dark, but the outline of his cock pulled from his boxer-briefs intimidated you. You watched, transfixed, as he worked his cock. He leaned his face closer towards you. You could still feel his movements, the wet between your legs threatening to start dripping. His breath was hot against your ear when he spoke.

"Getting me jealous like that was a clever little trick," he said.

"It wasn't on purpose," you said, and realized then you were lying to him.

"Bullshit." He pulled one of your legs back up around his waist, hands gripping you harder this time. It hurt a little. He stopped stroking his cock to press his fingers against your slit. He groaned, voice shuddering, "fuck, you're so wet for me."

For me.

"All for you," you told him. Goddamn, that sounded dumb, but you wanted him to say it again. You needed to hear it again. For him. His.

Two fingers dipped into your cunt and you moaned. He hesitated like he was deciding between two options, and then his fingers pushed inside you. You buried your face in his shoulder to muffle another moan.

"So needy for me," he cooed. He curled his fingers inside you, expertly working that sensitive, bundle of nerves. Fuck. Fuck, that felt so good. "I know, baby."

You must have said that out loud. Shame burned your cheeks red but you quickly forgot it. The tension in your center was growing quickly. Dizzyingly quickly.

"Does that feel good?" he asked. All you could do was whimper and nod. "Yeah?"

Your legs were shaking, your breath was coming quicker. He let out the occasional groan along with you. Was he that turned on working you up like this? Fuck, you could feel his cock leaking onto your leg. It was too much.

"Leon, please! Fuck, fuck I'm so close," you tried so hard to keep quiet.

"Yeah? Cum for me, sweetheart. Come on. Cum for me." His begging in your ear pushed you over the edge, cunt spasming around his fingers, whimpering into his shoulder.

He slowed as you came down, letting you catch your breath. You didn't need to see his face to tell there was some proud, smug look on it.

"Fuck you," you muttered, hearing him chuckle in response.

"That's what you get for making me jealous," he told you. He slipped his fingers from your pussy, leaving you feeling empty. You watched him use the wetness on his hands to circle the head of his cock.

Oh my god. Using your own cum to fuck himself. The combination of your wetness made a lewd, squelching sound as he fucked himself.

He rested his forehead against your shoulder and lined his cock up with your warmth. You were breathless with how badly you needed him to push into you.

He let out a shuddering breath and didn't move. You rocked your hips against him, trying to get an angle that you could slide onto him, but failed. You let out a frustrated whimper.

"Please, Leon. Stop teasing me."

"Beg for it."

"What?"

He placed a hand on your cheek and made you look him in the eyes. The hand drifted around to the back of your neck, squeezing lightly. His gaze was heavy. Serious. "Beg for me."

You searched his face, weighing your options. The growing need you felt was almost unbearable but begging for him felt like admitting defeat and you weren't about to grovel.

Then it dawned on you. He was looking for consent. You nodded, desperation driving you mad.

"Fuck me," you begged, "please fuck me."

His cock pushed into you with an obscene noise, gliding into you so, so easily. He filled you almost to the point of hurting you. Then he pulled out again, slowly, almost to the point of leaving you empty.

His hand tightened on the back of your neck, using it as leverage to pull himself into you. His pace got frenzied. Hard. The two of you whimpered, moaned, babbled out nonsense of mostly "fuck," and "please," and "so fucking good."

You were getting close again. Your pussy tightening around him, only making you more sensitive. You didn't realize how loud you were getting when his hand left your thigh and clapped around your mouth. You blinked in surprise, meeting his eyes: heavy lidded and pussy-drunk.

"If you don't shut the fuck up, we're going to get caught," he groaned. The timber of his voice, the roughness of his hands on your face and neck, the relentless pace he set with his hips... All topped off with the threat of being discovered doing something you really shouldn't. You tried to quiet down, but you were so close, and he felt so good. Of course he noticed. He noticed everything.

"Skirt hiked up, fucking me on the job," he grunted out, his voice getting higher pitched near the end. His pace was less steady, more erratic. "Fuck, m'so close."

You moaned your encouragement into his hand, pleading with your eyes. He tightened his jaw, fighting to keep himself quiet. His pitch got higher, faster. The sounds of your pussy soaking his cock heard over your muffled moans. You were close.

Fuck.

Fuck.

His hips snapped into you harder than before, just pushing you over the edge with white-hot ferocity. He pushed into you deeper, gasping and whimpering, cumming with you.

He looked so pretty when he was cumming.

You came down together, breathing hard, gently rolling to a stop. He slowly moved his hands from your face and his grip on the back of your neck eased up.

"I can't believe we just did that," you whispered, laughing in disbelief. He chuckled too, the sound familiar to the laugh on the dance floor, and another soft realization dawned on you.

He slowly pulled away, gently cradling your face, his eyes asking a question you weren't sure you understood.

"I don't regret it," you guessed. He smiled, then shook his head.

"I'm glad, but I didn't hurt you, did I? I was holding your face pretty hard."

You shook your head, gently kissing him.

"It was hot," you reassured him.

You held each other for a few minutes longer and enjoyed the afterglow. You both knew you needed to go, but neither wanted to initiate it. You tried to ease out of the moment.

"We should do that more often," you joked. He laughed softly in surprise.

"Yeah, we should."

He stepped away from you with a final kiss, pulling up his pants and tucking his silk shirt into them. You pulled your underwear up and smoothed down your dress. You helped fix each other's hair, soft, giddy smiles between you.

Then you snuck out of the room, hoping no one noticed you were gone for too long.