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clockmax · 10 months

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﹒𝐗-𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 | 𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝟏﹒

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pairing: dilf!Miguel O'hara x babysitter!fem!reader

Summary: In a AU where his marriage doesn't work anymore, he spends time away from his house. In turn, his 'wife' hired you to keep watch over Gabriella. But soon, a infatuation bloomed between someone who you couldn't have.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. infidelity, mentions of divorce, age gap(19-31), drinking, no use of y/n, oral(f receiving), p in v, mating press, praising, slight breeding kink if you squint, not proofread uhh thats it i think

w/c: 3k

You stood outside in the cold night, the sounds of crickets and other sorts of bugs in the night kept you from silence. It was cold, body shivering as you held your jacket close. Your breath was visible, the cold nipping at whatever skin was left exposed. Your body was flushed from the drop in temperature, winters air cruel. You were absolutely freezing. Yet you stood outside, watching as Miguel counted a stack of 10 dollar bills.

“40.. 50… 60..” The man mumbled, fingers sorting through the cash, “ 70.. 80, there.”

His hands moved to your own, placing the cash in your shaking hands. Fingers find themselves delicately sorting through the cash, double counting. Miguel Looked down at you, watching as you re-counted the cash.

“That’s the agree amount, right?” He tilted his head, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yes-” *You nod, putting the cash inside your purse.

“Then that’s your pay, I hope Gabriella wasn’t too much trouble.” He gave himself a small chuckle, putting his wallet away.

“It was nothing, really, she isn’t any trouble at all, sir.” For some reason you just couldn’t take your eyes off him, watching his every movement. You felt your body almost become warm against the weather, heart beating faster than it was before. Christ, you couldn’t get more embarrassed on the inside about it though. A crush on your boss’ husband? Really? Even your friends poked at you for that.

“There’s no need to be modest, I know she can be a handful. Kids got so much energy that she doesn’t know what to do with.”

His hands shuffled back in his wallet again, pulling out another 20, “There’s an extra 20, ‘cause I know,” Handing you the bill, giving a small playful wink.

His eyes happen to wander your body, looking at how you shivered and tugged your jacket closer, freezing hand putting the 20 with the rest of the cash. There was a slight twinge of guilt for having you outside when it was this cold. Muttering something to himself in spanish before he headed for his front door, turning back to you.

“Would you like to come in? I don’t want to leave you in the cold.” The offer felt a little weird, out of place for him. I mean he wasn’t your boss, his ‘wife’ if you could call her that was. But hey, practically the same thing, right?

“Are you sure?” You asked, looking up at him. The offer was still a little strange.

You two didn’t really talk much besides work and a few personal questions, but those were usually 2 minute conversations before you were on your way. Still, none of that stopped your eyes from looking at Miguel whenever you had the chance. It was a stupid crush, really. He was a married man with a daughter, plus he was older than you by a long shot.

“It’s no worries, I’d rather have someone to talk to while I drink much rather than drinking alone.” Miguel opened the door, holding it as you entered inside.

“Thank you.” You nodded, taking off your coat.

You tried your best not to let your emotions get the best of you. All he needed was someone to talk to, nothing more. Yet your mind couldn’t help but wander with thoughts that, even if you were being interrogated, would never say out loud.

You settled yourself in on a nearby chair, watching as Miguel walked over to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a bottle of whatever he was drinking, you couldn’t read the bottle, not from a totally different room. Soon enough he walked over to the couch, sitting down with his glass.

“Will your wife get mad that I’m still here?” You asked, still a little hesitant.

“Don’t worry about her, she’ll be gone for a long time,” His hands held his glass, taking a sip from it before setting it down, swallowing the liquid, “That’s how it’s been since she met her yoga instructor.”

You tilted your head, confused at the situation. You knew from what you were told that there was a rough patch in their marriage, but didn’t expect to be greeted with cheating.

“Aren’t you mad?” Mumbling a little, still hearable though. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” You quickly ducked your head, looking down in embarrassment for asking such a question.

Miguel let out a sigh, taking another swig of his drink.

“No, I’m not mad. Our marriage isn’t what it was, so we don’t really care about who sees who.” Taking another drink of the alcohol, the liquid running down his throat.

You moved your head back up to look at him,mind running wild with that. I mean, if they don’t care who sees who, you could make your move? But still, weird. He’s technically your boss, and still married, and with a kid. You’re just the babysitter, someone trying to make money for college.

“Nevermind. What about you, how is college coming along?” He asked, trying to change the subject from that of his now broken marriage.

“Rough, barely making enough with as many jobs as I have to pay tuition.” Leaning back in your chair, hands balling up in your lap.

“Hope every penny is worth it. Everyone where you’re at is probably struggling too, don’t get in a fuss over it.” Miguel's eyes looking over your frame once again.. Eyes looking at your thighs for maybe a moment too long before looking back up at your face.

“I know I know, but some people are just so care free, able to go to parties while I’m wondering if I’m gonna be able to stay at college.” You whined, upset about the financial situation you were in.

“Some people are just better at hiding it then others. I struggled in college, even being financially stable now, I was in student debt too,” Miguel sighed, “Look the message is a struggle always has a solution… 7 years of fatherhood and I still can’t give any good dad advice, if you can call it that.”

Miguel found himself getting another sip of his drink, getting up to get another glass full.

“You should relax though, don’t stress too much. Never does any good.” He’d tell you from the kitchen, refilling his glass.

“I’m just worried I’ll never get anything done if I don’t hyperfocus, forget what I need to do because I get too caught up with free time.” Your thoughts were racing, your worries about your current life situation flooding out of your mouth.

“No no, get what you need done too. Just don’t let it take over your down time. You’re young still, a whole life ahead of you.” Walking back to the couch, taking a seat again as he took yet another drink, “You got a boyfriend?” He asked, nonchalantly, no hesitation.

“No,” You mumbled, a little embarrassed.

“No?” Miguel Repeated, “I’m surprised.” “Why?” You turned your head, a puzzle expression painting your face.

“Cause you’re a young, pretty girl on campus, and no varsity jacket has come to take you away?” It sounded almost as if he was joking, teasing you for it. But he meant no harm.

“No, not yet. They already have themselves a girlfriend or something.” You sigh, sinking back into your chair.

“Yea times have changed, but, there’s probably a guy out there waiting to say the right things to you.”

How you hated that sentence. Another guy. You wanted Miguel, deep down you wanted him, but you couldn’t have him. Not at this moment, at least. Not only could it put you out of a job, but complicate things. And what if his wife catches you? He said that she doesnt care, but what if she cares that the person she employed is sleeping with her husband? I mean, why would she? Their practically divorced anyways. Or maybe you’re just thinking too much. Your body tensing up.

“I have my eye on someone, actually. Just having troubles about it.” You confess, looking down, kicking your feet.

“Oh you do? That’s rare. And troubles? Yea, I get that… Okay, what’s he like?” He questions you, sitting upright and fixing his posture.

“He’s older,” You start off, hands shaking a little. Were you really about to do this? Tell him how you feel? I mean the doors open for you to tell him, it’s only a matter of how he’ll react.

“Older? Like his senior year?” Miguel took notice of how tense you were, gaze softening a little. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”

“No.” You bluntly respond.

“Okay so not that old, I hope he’s nice to a sweet girl like you.” Miguel offered a faint smile, leaning back into the cushion.

“He has a kid-” You usher out, mouth speaking faster than your mind.

For a second, Miguel is taken aback. That old? Seriously?

“Has a kid? At that age?” I mean, for anything it could have been a toddler kid, no way a full kid at that age he was thinking of. “Well.. as long as you know what you’re getting yourself into.” He took another swish of his drink.

You gulped, body shaking as you tensed up, mind feeling dizzy from the whole situation. “No he’s not my age, what I mean is-”

But you were quickly cut off, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

“Yea, I got the hint.” Miguel looked at you, face stone cold as he held his glass.

“Listen, uh, I’m flattered, really. But uh, that would be weird, right. I mean, that would be taboo even. I’m too old for a sweet heart like you. Don’t you have anyone on campus you’d rather be with?”

His expression was stone cold, and you sunk back into your chair. Not you really regretted yourself for telling him this. How you wish the ground would just swallow you whole right now, or simply pass away on the spot.

“No, I just- I can’t get my eye off you and-” Quickly shutting yourself up, biting your tongue. You swore you were biting hard enough to draw blood, mentally cursing yourself for making this a conversation. He was right, Miguel was too old for you. But yet here you were, admitting those stupid feelings that you should have never brought up in the first place.

“But what about your parents, certainly they wouldn’t approve? Hell, Dana would have a fit if she smelt your perfume where it doesn’t belong. Let alone knowing her divorcing husband is with, uh..” Miguel sighed, slumping, hand on his elbow as he clenched his glass so hard he could probably break it if he wanted to.

Miguel sat back up, chugging the rest of his drink down before setting the glass on the coffee table, beckoning you over to him with his finger. “Come here,” He told you, almost as if it was a order.

Within what feels like minutes of you moving through the room, air thick with tension as you make your way over to him. Yet no sooner does he have you sitting under him, frame tower over yours.

Both of your lips were practically glued to each other, tongue exploring each others mouths as his hands felt up your body. You couldn’t help but feel his up too, hands tracing over each and every one of his well toned muscles.

Miguels hand moved under your shirt, grabbing one of your breasts. His hands fondled the soft skin of your tit, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You let out a whine, muffle by the kiss. You felt your juices start to form a puddle in your underwear already, thighs clenched together to give your clit some friction.

When he finally pulled away, eyes looking at yours. Christ this was wrong, but there was no stopping now. Miguel kissed down your neck, taking off your shirt. He kissed your breasts, sucking on them too. Making his way down your stomach, gently biting as if to mark it, hands working at your pants, tugging the material down and away. Getting on his knees infront of your legs, hands pulling them apart by your inner thigh.

His eyes took a moment to look at your cunt, how pretty it looked, how your juices were moving past your slit. His eyes moved black up to you,

“You sure about this, Corazón?”

It was without hesitation that you nodded, opening your legs more, almost presenting yourself to him. Miguel quickly became fixed on your pussy, tongue licking a stripe between your leaking folds, tasting your sweet arousal.

“Taste so sweet.. Didn’t take you for someone who likes older guys.” He mumbled against your clit, sucking on the bud. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he moved you closer to his face, burying himself in your cunt.

He licked and sucked on your clit before moving down to lick your juices from your folds, tongue moving inside your soft walls. Miguel was eating you out like you were his last meal, arousal coating his mouth and dripping down his chin. You just tasted so sweet, he couldn’t get enough of it, groaning in your pussy, tasting you like you were some sort of desert.

Miguel kept eating you out, noises almost sounding pornographic. He took in every moan and whine that left your mouth, feeling how his cock hardened just from the thought of being inside you next. You were so tight on his tongue, walls squeezing and contracting. You felt your orgasm approach, stomach tightening into knots. It wasn't long as he sucked on your clit, juices gushing out of your slit as your back arched, Thighs squeezed around his head as he kept licking up your juices, hand squeezing your ass. After a few more licks, he moved his head up , leaning over you again as he unbuttoned his pants and removed his boxers, cock springing free.

“This is what you were after the whole time, isn’t it?” Miguel cooed, grabbing your legs to fold them up, knees practically meeting your chest.

He lined his tip up with your entrance, slowly sinking himself in. It was a tight fit, almost too tight, sinking himself deeper into you. You whined and moaned, hands holding at his thigh.

“Ease up for me, pretty girl.” Miguel moved one of his hands down to your clit, rubbing the swollen tissue as your walls slightly eased up, taking the advantage to put himself balls deep inside of you.

He let out a groan once you clenched back down on him, hand moving back up to hold your other leg up. You looked up at Miguel through lidded eyes, mind clouded with lust. God, did you feel so full. His tip was prodding at your cervix, a vein gently pressing against that spongy spot inside of you.

After a few seconds, his hips started moving. A fast yet not too rough pace. His hips snapped against your skin, the faint sound of clapping as well a few curses under his breath mixing in with your moans. Fuck, he was in too deep, and you were already cock drunk. Your hands found their way to his head, pulling him in for a heated kiss.

Your noises were muffled in his mouth, the squelching sound of your pussy getting stretched out by him taking up the noise. How good it felt to finally have Miguel's cock in you, how many times you dreamed of this, touched yourself to the thought, yet the real thing was even bette.

“Good girl, taking me so well.” Miguel Praised, forehead touching yours, looking at how your pupils were blown wide, legs gently shaking. You couldn’t help but clench around him from the praise, letting out a mewl as you moaned again. Your second orgasm was building up already, and fast.

“ ‘m so close-” You moaned, the pleasure feeling almost too good then it’s supposed to. This was so wrong, yet, it just felt so right.

“Go on, come for me, be a good girl and listen, hm?” He’d whisper, pace picking up slightly.

Miguel felt his own high approach, letting out a groan as he trapped your lips in a kiss again,the grip on your legs getting slightly rougher, pace getting rougher too. His dicktouched all those special places inside of you, juices coating his thick cock and dripped down his balls, some dripping onto the couch too.

Before you knew it, you were both coming. Walls tightening around him, practically milking Miguel dry as thick, hot ropes of cum painted your walls. For a few moments, you both stayed like that, coming down from your high.

The reality then set in of what had just happened. His hands moved away from your legs as he pulled away from your body, eyes looking at your pussy, how he dripped out of you.

“Sorry-” You mumbled through your panting, body hot from the adrenaline, eyes looking down at the small mess.

“No it’s okat- let me uh, let me get a towel..” Miguel replied, fixing his boxers back on. He was only gone for a few moments before coming back with a towel, gently cleaning up the mess. Miguel folded the towel, gently placing you on top of the soft material.

The rest of the night was a blur, head reeling from the events. All you remembered was eventually landing in his bed, laying next to him. Miguel was fast asleep next to you, and you laid awake. All you could do was try and process everything. You slept with the person you had a stupid crush on, but also slept with a father, with a (almost non) married man. Oh you weren’t supposed to do that. What about morals? God this was such a stupid thing. You put your feelings over thought, and now, you were going to land yourself in such a difficult situation. Falling in love with someone who you couldn’t have.

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saintslewis · 5 months

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❝ 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘 - 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 🪩 ❞ - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc; Nadia

summary: most of the social media post made throughout the miami gp weekend!

warning: twitter environment (you know the deal), cussing.

saint’s team radio: hi everyone! just wanted to give y’all a little something something before releasing ‘break my soul’ ! i’m a bit sick rn but i will get back into my groove very very soon 🤭

dividers by: @cafekitsune

pls like, comment and reblog! 🫶🏽

taglist: @queenshikongo3 @mauvecherie-writes @httpsserene @lorarri @goldenalbon @yeea-nah @non-stop-imagines (lmk if you want to be tagged!)

twitter

instagram

nadiahamilton

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nadiahamilton yes i know where he keeps his music and no, i won’t be telling you where 🫶🏽

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nadiahamilton it was sooo nice meeting you guys this weekend 🥹

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user i swear you’re his lucky charm

fransisca.cgomes mother ‼️

alexandrasaintmleux and if i ask for your hand in marriage?

nadiahamilton let’s run away

user i fell in love everytime you appeared on screen

user her energy is so refreshing, even if it’s through a tv or phone 😭

user where do you get your clothes???

nadiahamilton i’ll make a highlight for all the stores i shop at 🫶🏽

herstudent i hope school’s open soon, we need the tea!!

nadiahamilton you’ll be getting the pamphlets for the medieval times instead 😚

user his arm…dear lord

nadiahamilton i know, can’t believe it’s wrapped around me rn 🥹

user13 no way she just said that????

yungfilly bestie takin over miami!!

chunkz i think this is where you’re wrong brotha 🤨

niko you’re right, i’m the bestie

nellarose_ YOU’RE ALL WRONG 🤣

nataliatheedon and if i smack your ass, i’m wrong 😔

nadiahamilton bc it really hurt plus you were running behind me????

mercedesamgf1 Mrs Mercedes 🤍

user lewis is washed, never going to get that 8th

nadiahamilton watch your mouth 🙏🏽

lilymhe tinkerbell 🥹

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user is this a inside joke???? a fun nickname??? we need to know!

sza do you think your man will have a problem if i take you away?

nadiahamilton when and where? 🤭

lewishamilton ???????

hater ad21 was deserved 🤣

nadiahamilton i know where you live 🫶🏽

hater as if

nadiahamilton Glendale right??

hater oh shit

user now how tf did she find that man’s address 😭

user don’t question her mastery 🗣️

lewishamilton my angel 🤍

nadiahamilton my superstar 💗

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton miami, you’ve been good 🙏🏽

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nadiahamilton steal my captions why don’t you 🙄

lewishamilton it’s my job 😋

user blonde is so her colour

raye you both are so lovely 🤍

lewishamilton thank you Raye and btw, she’s crying because of this

nadiahamilton DON’T TELL HER OMG????

spinzbeatsinc king and queen of england

nadiahamilton do you want me to get deported??

user just accept your fate guys

user now i need to know if he speaks any south african languages

nadiahamilton he tries to but he says it in a british accent so i end up laughing at him

user mr, does this mean you’re the class dad?

lewishamilton i guess so?

herstudent YEAHHH OUR DAD’S SIR LEWIS HAMILTON!!!

user her face should be trademarked

user how many cars do you think they own together?

f1wags what a woman!

user petition for Nadia to be team principal!

mercedesamgf1 we back this 🫡

hater her tattoos were everywhere and stole the attention off Lewis! She’s so ugly

nadiahamilton never that 🙏🏽

user did you guys see that drake reposted her post?

user wasn’t he friends with lewis at some point???

zendaya see you guys soon 🫶🏽

racerbia mother and father

nadiahamilton my man is so fine y’all damn

user SHE’S SO REAL FOR THIS

nadiahamilton like he looks so delectable, my goat fr 🤭

lewishamilton nads 😧

f1 mother of the paddock ‼️

nadiahamilton pls not while Susie is right there ☹️

badgalriri i hope you do know there’s a group of us planning to take her

iamcardib heard she’s a stylist, need one rn

kehlani i second this !

latto777 if she ever needs flowers, i got her ‼️

nadiahamilton y’all 🥹

lewishamilton can you guys stop planning to take my wife away from me?

user idk, something’s fishy

user yeah bc where the fuck did she come from?

text messages !

♡‧₊ billionaire boys club

miles the fencer 🤺: no way they’re stealing your wife from you in broad daylight?

pookie buddy lewis: pls don’t chat, it’s hurting my spirit rn

princess natalia: let’s talk about nads meeting pharrell (also i’m a genius for naming this gc after his company)

daniel is spinning: her face was just like 😧

nadia: 🧍🏽‍♀️

personal pillow amara: but nads, genuinely, how do you feel after this weekend? it was a big one for you bae

nadia: i do feel like ripping the earth in half and falling in but it’s cool because lew gets me ice cream after 🤭

pookie buddy lewis: i always got your back, nads. you know that. we’ll get ice cream whenever you want

miles the fencer 🤺: GET A FUCKING ROOM OMG

princess natalia: EWWWWW

charlotte (not tilbury): don’t listen to them, this is the cutest shit ever 😭

andrew with the camera: but if i expose miles’ 0.5x photos, i’m wrong.

daniel is spinning: DRAG HIMMMM

personal pillow amara: i’ve taught you way too much danny

miles the fencer 🤺: man whatever 🙄

charlotte (not tilbury): nads, i HAVE to see you in malibu

nadia: ofc, i don’t know what to expect from that place

princess natalia: don’t worry bae, we got you!

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The Avengers (niko made this)

chunkz: nads, who’s this boy you’re chatting to? 🤨

filly felipe: “this boy” and it’s lewis hamilton 🤣

sharks: AND they’re married????

nadia: and i was going to invite you lot to my new place and show you my new car but ig you don’t want to

harry (pinero) potter: BOYS TAKE IT BACK

aj shabeeeeel: i personally never said anything 🙏🏽

niko: you know i’ve always loved f1, nads

nella loml: lying on a public platform, niko??

nadia: you lot are too funny i can’t 😭

nadia: but yeah, wanted to know when you guys are available so that you guys can meet him officially

fiily felipe: welcoming our brother in law aww 🥹

king kenny: how about we chat about the marriage??

nadia: how about no? 🫶🏽

chunkz: i’m just happy something so special is happening to you, nads. you deserve it

nella loml: it’s been a tough ride and already it’s looking so up for you bae

nadia: you guys wanna make me cry on a monday morning 🫵🏽

sharks: always the plan 🫡

niko: to make her cry????

sharks: 😐

king kenny: pls come back to London asap, Cench has been calling us up for a vid ever since the last two 😔

nadia: leave me out of that one, i have a husband 🖐🏽

chunkz: YOU TELL THEM NADS

filly felipe: nadia thandeka hamilton, it has SUCH a nice ring to it 😭

aj shabeeeel: and you guys look so leng together, already my brother in law 🫡

harry (pinero) potter: better get home quick for that debrief!

saint’s team radio (once again!): hope you guys enjoyed this one! it’s got a little touch of how nadia interacts with people she knows and people she doesn’t, our social butterfly 🥹

we finally have a ship name for our favs ‘Lewdia’ coined by @mauvecherie-writes!

i’ve got a few more smaus ready but yeah, love you guys loads! 💗

#saint writes #f1 x reader #formula one x black reader #x black fem reader #formula one x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton fanfics #lewis hamilton imagine #renaissance: the series #lewis hamilton x black reader #lewis hamilton x oc

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ardorwritesfanfic · 10 months

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OMG HI i LOVEDDD (🤤) the blue lock men and their kinks that you did!! Would it be possible to please request the same for barou, nagi, sae and karasu? 😳 it's okay if you can't 😚 btw the kunigami and rin ones were so UGH 🥵

AAAAAA I’m so glad you liked it! I’m genuinely shocked by how fast those headcanons blew up 🫣😳

Anyways, I just started reading the manga, so hopefully Sae and Karasu don’t seem too ooc! Thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy it!

Blue Lock Men and their Kinks pt2!

Genre: headcanons, smut

Warnings: Sir kink, daddy kink, lactation kink, breeding kink, dom/sub dynamics, bondage, degradation, cunnilingus, size kink, pegging, praise kink, overstimulation, orgasm denial, mirror sex.

Featuring: Barou Shoei, Nagi Seishiro, Sae Itoshi, Karasu Tabito

Part 1

All characters are aged 20+! MDNI

Barou Shoei

Barou is extremely dominant, he needs to be in control.

He’s also incredibly meticulous. Every action has a purpose.

His touches are exactly where you need them, when you need them.

He ranges in speed when it comes to sex.

He’s almost always rough and hard, but he ranges from slowly fucking you into the bed and pounding into you fervor.

He loves having his hair played with during sex, but he’ll never tell you.

He loves hearing you moan and scream, however he only usually grunts.

Barou definitely has a size kink.

He uses his size to place you in specific positions that get you to scream just how he likes it.

He uses his muscles to keep you pinned there.

Speaking of pinning, Barou is definitely into bondage.

Hes a King, and he feels like he shouldn’t have to use his energy to keep you in place.

He will tie you up and keep your limbs flush against the bed, so he can fuck you as he likes.

I can definitely see Barou getting pussy drunk 100% of the time.

Barou lives for eating you out.

Remember how I said he was meticulous? This is a situation where that applies.

He’s so slow and thorough, his long tongue filling you up and massaging your insides so well.

Will not stop until he makes you cum just from his tongue.

Barou also has a sir kink.

He loves being called ‘sir’ in the bedroom.

The moaning of that name gets him all horny like he never has before.

Barou is really into degradation.

He’ll say such nasty things to you as he fucks you from behind.

“Such a wet fucking cunt you have, you’re such a whore for this dick, aren’t you?”

He’s also into orgasm denial and overstimulation.

Barou loves being in control, this includes when you cum, and when he believes the session should end.

He will not let you cum until there are tears threatening to roll down your cheeks. He wants you to beg for your release.

Barou loves how whiny and how much louder you are when you’re overstimulated as well. He will fuck you until the movement becomes painful.

Barou loves your ass, and he will bite, smack, and kiss the soft flesh until it’s covered in marks.

I think Barou is actually really good with aftercare!

He’ll clean you up with cool towels, then drag you into the shower with him to finish washing up.

Barou isn’t much of a cuddler though, but he will let you cuddle up to him as you fall asleep.

Just as you’re about to fall asleep, he’ll kiss the top of your head, and whisper just how much he loves you.

Nagi Seishiro

Nagi is a switch, he doesn’t really have a preference.

Most of the time, he’s on the bottom, just because he doesn’t want to exert that much energy.

He is one hell of a power bottom though.

His large hands and muscular arms move your hips with ease as you ride him, gently guiding you up and down his cock.

Sex with Nagi is usually slow and sensual, he likes spoiling you as much as he likes to be spoiled.

Nagi could eat you out for hours. Sometimes it truly feels like that.

He will stay buried in between you legs for as long as he can, a mixture of your slick and his saliva covering the lower half of his face.

“S-Shit princess, you taste so good! Just a little longer, please let me taste you a little longer!”

Nagi’s specialty though is cockwarming.

He adores having you sit on his lap while he’s gaming, the warmth of your pussy calming him as he plays.

However, you usually end up lasting longer than Nagi. Eventually the warmth and wet of your cunt, as well as the periodic squeezing from your walls becomes too much to bear.

He’ll pause his game and end up fucking you in his chair.

I believe in Big Dick Nagi™️ supremacy, and this combined with his height means that Nagi absolutely has a size kink.

When he sees the small bulge in your stomach from his dick, he can’t help but moan.

He’ll roll his hips into yours, eyes focused solely on your lower belly watching the bulge move. He’ll cum almost instantly.

Nagi also loves mirror sex. His favorite thing in the world is watching his cock absolutely ruin you in the mirror. His large hands cup and massage your breasts as he slowly pounds into you.

He adores watching your face contort with pleasure as he hits every sweet spot inside you.

Speaking of your breasts, Nagi is obsessed with them.

He can’t think of a better way to relax after a frustrating day that latching into your tits and suckling them.

He’ll move your hands to his hair, begging you to run your fingers through his snowy locks.

He’ll rut into your leg as he suckles, unable to resist the urge to pleasure himself.

Nagi is also really into pegging. He may be big, but all he really wants is to feel good in any way possible.

He’ll whine and cry with pleasure as you fuck his ass, gripping g onto anything he can. Bonus points if you let him suckle while you fuck him.

Nagi also has a praise kink. Please tell this man how good he is to you!

When he’s suckling or being pegged, he adores when you tell him how good he’s being for you.

The soft cooing of your voice allows him to relax, and sends pleasure straight to his cock.

If Nagi could, he would cum inside you every single chance he gets.

He loves seeing his cum drip out of your puffy pussy, imagining how pretty you would look pregnant with his baby.

Aftercare with Nagi is mostly cuddles and soft whispering to each other.

He’ll pull you close to his chest, pressing sweet kisses to your cheeks and lips, cooing how much he loves you. It doesn’t take long before you both are asleep, relaxing in each others arms.

Sae Itoshi

Sae gives me dom vibes.

I feel like he needs to be in control, and that’s no different when he’s intimate with you.

Sae switches between being incredibly soft with you, and being incredibly rough with you.

Sae is an egoist by nature, so when he does get rough, it’s usually to feed into his ego.

He’ll fuck you relentlessly, teasing you with every breath.

“Oh you like that, do you? Moan for me, baby. Tell me how good this dick makes you feel.”

He growls with pleasure with every moan he earns from you.

However, Sae treasures you deeply.

He knows what it’s like to be lonely, and he doesn’t want to lose the one think he has.

When he wants to be soft, he is incredibly caring.

He’s all about delicate touches and soft caresses of your body, all while dragging his dick in and out of your pussy.

Sae does have a daddy kink. He loves being called that no matter if he’s being rough or soft.

Sae also has a breeding kink.

Sae adores the idea that you’ll let him get you pregnant, and he’ll spend countless rounds fucking his cum into you until your stuffed.

On the other hand, he also appreciates that you’re so willing to take that big of a step in your relationship with him.

Sae loves to bring you to the brink of overstimulation.

He just adores the idea that he can make you cum so many times in one round.

He’ll kiss the tears off of your cheeks as he sloppily thrusts into you, begging to give him just one more orgasm.

Orgasm denial is one of the ways Sae feeds his ego as well.

When he’s in this mood, you’ll only get to cum when he wants you to. It gives him such a power trip knowing he has that amount of control over you.

Aftercare with Sae is minimal in the beginning of your relationship.

This is partially because he’s unsure of how to be vulnerable, and will often leave you to clean yourself.

He does get better with time though! On e he learns what you like, he’ll be sure that you feel safe and loved.

He’ll kiss your forehead and whisper praises, and he’ll help you clean up the mess in between your legs.

You both usually end up falling asleep soon after, with Sae’s head resting on your chest while you play with his hair.

Karasu Tabito

Karasu is definitely a very dominant lover.

He gives me the vibes of a soft dom, one that loves to tease you but will still take care of you!

He will sweet talk you, voice laced with sweet teases as he thrusts into you.

“You’re so pretty, my love. Trying so hard to keep up. You won’t last that long, trust me~”

Karasu adores fingering you.

Whether you’re in public or relaxing on the couch, his fingers are never far from your aching pussy.

He kisses you so incredibly gently while his fingers are knuckle deep inside you, drenched in your slick. (The duality of this man I —)

Karasu absolutely has a Daddy kink. He cannot get enough of that name.

A loud groan emits from his chest, hips jutting into yours when you call him that.

Karasu has large hands, and they’re constantly roaming and grasping at your body.

He’ll hold your hips in place while he slams his pelvis into you, making sure to hit your sweet spots.

Karasu also loves stuffing your mouth.

He’ll use anything he can find to create the muffled noises he loves so dearly.

He’ll shove his jersey in your mouth if he needs to blow off steam, your shirt if it’s a quickie, and if there’s nothing else he’ll shove his own long fingers in your mouth.

He loves marking you up as well, leaving multiple blue and purple bruises along your neck and chest.

Like Nagi, Karasu loves mirror sex.

He’ll use his strong arms to hold you up, his hand firmly placed on your jaw as he forces you to watch him fuck you.

Karasu loves overstimulating you as well, earning those pretty whines and moans from you.

He’ll finger fuck you until you squirt, sucking your juices off of his fingers before he fucks you again.

Once both of you are running out of steam, he’ll help you ride out your last orgasm, fucking his sticky cum further into your pussy.

Karasu likes cumming inside you as much as the next person, but he prefers cumming on your tummy.

Unless you want him to breed you, then of course he will! How could he say no to his precious angel~

Sometimes he gets so focused on pleasing you that he forgets about his own orgasm.

He’ll let you get him off if you still have the energy, but he’s more than willing to take care of himself if you’re too tired.

However, he knows how much you like it when he gets off too, so he makes sure that you both cum at the same time at the end of your session.

Aftercare is a dream with him.

He’ll clean you up, grab you some snacks and water, and offer to cuddle you as long as you need too.

He’s so incredibly sweet, very different from how he is in his daily life.

He just loves you with all of his heart!

#blue lock #bllk smut #barou shoei smut #nagi seishiro #nagi smut #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi #bllk sae #sae itoshi smut #karasu x reader #tabito karasu smut #blue lock barou #blue lock karasu #blue lock sae #blue lock nagi

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mxtantrights · 8 months

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Hi. Can you do a Fem! Reader x Batfamilie Soulmates? Where they find the reader hurt and the reader is pretty terrified. Mainly fluff, still insisted that reader should move in and get lessons from them

this turned into a behemoth but here we are! I hope you like it. It was fun to kind of do this all as a one-shot and not worry about plot holes and stuff. as always thanks for sending something in, this was fun to make <3333

You weren't in your right state of mind. How could you be? With a busted lip and slash marks littered all over your body. If that wasn't enough the three miles you ran to get away from danger really took all of your energy.

So when you end up at the front steps of a very lush looking house you collapse completely. If the people chasing you didn't catch you then surely the people who live in the old manor could ask you to run around while they hunt you for sport.

When your eyes shut, there is only one thing on your mind. This is it.

Damian Wayne hears a noise outside while he's walking back to the manor. He shouldn't have been outside anyways, but batcow needed some nurturing with the long day she had. He was walking back when he heard a thud from the front. Usually, he just scales the walls and gets back into his room.

But tonight, he decides to investigate. He keeps a weapon on him at all times, even when he's home. He's thankful for it and places his knife in his hand as he ventures closer to the front door. The thought doesn't cross his mind to call for anyone else. He is fully capable of handling a threat by himself.

When he gets close enough to see the tips of your shoes sprawled on the floor he grunts to himself, ready for fight.

"Get off the floor now!" he shouts.

There is no response, seeing as you're knocked out. He shouts again and you don't move an inch. Damian takes this as hostile behavior and inches closer and closer. It isn't long before he puts together that you are lying on the ground for a reason.

He puts it together when he sees your whole body laid out on the front steps. Damian puts the knife away and rushes over to you. His fingers check your pulse, slow but steady, he then checks your eyes. He doesn't miss the busted lip, or the tiny slashes on your face.

Before he can even begin to get you up, the front door opens. Bruce Wayne in his nighttime attire stands at the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Damian?" he asks.

"I didn't do it." Damian answers.

Bruce looks over at your body and realization dawns on him. The Owl court used to play tricks on people like this before. The scars on your face and all over your body, they were after you.

The older man doesn't hesitate to grab you off the floor, holding you in his arms. He turns to Damian.

"Please get Alfred." he says.

And then Bruce Wayne is bringing you inside. Damian runs in after him and ducks and weaves into the rooms to get Alfred. Bruce carries you all the way to the living room, where he sets you down on the couch. He's concluded that your injuries aren't bad, but the adrenaline crash is what knocked you out.

Alfred and Damian come into the room at once.

"Master Bruce?" Alfred asks.

"She'll need stitches. And a change of clothes." Bruce says.

Alfred nods, "Right away, sir."

Damian stands next to his father and watches over you with him. The both of them seem to be looking over you for anything else they might've missed. A tracker? A wire? A camera?

"Father, what if-" Damian starts.

"I know, but first we need her to wake up." Bruce cuts him off.

"We should keep her down in the cave."

"No, she didn't run to the cave. She ran here. If we bring her down there, she'll know who we are." Bruce answers.

Damian nods, "Okay Father, so what do we do now?"

"We wait."

It's a long wait. You sleep a total of thirteen uninterrupted hours. Which isn't unusual for someone in your position. Your body needs rest.

When you do open your eyes, you find yourself on a bed under warm covers. Something is sticking into your arm, and you look over to see what it is. An IV. Your eyes go wide.

Immediately you start to unplug the needle from your arm. Your breathing goes rigid. You pull the covers off you. They found you. They found you and they want to keep torturing you. They want to keep playing their sick games.

You shoot out of bed and look around the room for something, anything to help you out. There is nothing. No knives. No sharp objects. Thats when you realize you weren't tied up.

A knock on the door makes you flinch. You back up so that the bed will be in-between you and the person trying to come inside.

"May I come in?" a gentle voice asks.

You aren't sure how to answer that. You are still unclear if this is a trap. What if you answer wrong? What if this is another game, something new?

You clear your throat, now realizing how scratchy it feels.

"Yes." you answer.

The door opens and reveals a tall young man. He can't be any older than you. He has green eyes and jet black hair, a white streak in it.

"Who are you?" you ask him.

"My name is Jason," he starts.

You notice that he leaves the door open. You can see outside the room. Your first instinct is to run, your feet shift back and forth. But you think against it. With the way the man, Jason, is standing there more than six feet and ready to stop you if need be.

"Do you remember anything about how you came here?" he asks.

You shake your head, "I don't even know where here is."

He smiles, it's soft and it would have gone unnoticed if you weren't trying to gauge who he is.

"This is my childhood home." he says.

"I don't understand, how did I get here?" you ask him now.

Jason crosses his arms against his chest, "We don't know."

"We?" you ask quickly.

Jason puts his hands up in surrender.

"I'm not trying to scare you, it's me and my family in this house. Thats it." he says.

You take a step back, "Are you the ones who did this to me? Please just be honest, I can't do this anymore."

"Woah, we're not the ones who hurt you. I promise." Jason answers.

"And I'm just supposed to take you at your word?" you ask credulously.

"It's all we've got right now, unless you want to give me your name."

That's when it hit you. The people who had you before, they never asked for your name. Never. It was the one thing that unnerved you. They prodded and poked you, twisted your mind and everything in between. But they never asked for your name.

You take a tiny step forward, a bit shaky. You can feel just a small amount of relief in your chest. You tell him your name and he nods. Just as you're about to ask him why he helped you, your eyes roll back, and you can't feel the solid ground beneath you anymore.

"They did a number on her that's for sure." Babs says from the computer.

Dick walks into the cave with a quick step. There surrounding Babs is Jason, Damian, Tim, Steph, Duke and Bruce.

"Sorry I'm late. care to fill me in?" Dick asks.

"Yeah, a girl ran here and blacked out at the front door some time last night. Cuts and bruises, can't remember how it happened." Jason answers.

"Is this a trap?" Dick asks.

"I asked that too, but father doesn't seem to think so." Damian answers.

"It's the owl court." Bruce says.

Dick looks over at Bruce then. The expression clear on his face, this was personal. His eyebrows knitted together and his arms crossed over his chest.

"A long time ago, I lost a case. A young girl, about the same age. The court was using her as leverage against one of the mob bosses. It went on for weeks until..." Bruce trails off.

"I don't get it, why is this happening now?" Dick asks.

"I've never seen her before, but this isn't a coincidence." Bruce answers.

"No the more important question is did she know where she was going?" Tim says.

The group falls into silence. None of them can really answer the question. Not even Jason who just talked to you an hour ago and caught you before you fell on the ground.

Jason pipes up with his own words at the memory.

"She told me her name," he walks closer to the monitor and Babs, "No surname though."

"She can't stay here father. This is dangerous." Damian says.

"I know but I need to speak to her." Bruce replies.

"Can't. She knocked out again. I spoke to her for all of about five minutes." Jason speaks.

"Are you sure?" Tim asks.

"Well seeing as I saw her eyes roll back and her body almost collapse to the floor, I'm pretty sure Tim." Jason sasses.

"I'm just saying, we have a stranger in our house." Tim raises his hands.

"She's not a stranger. She's here for a reason." Bruce puts simply.

Then Bruce is walking out of the cave, leaving all the kids to watch him as he goes. He can't shake the feeling that he's more involved than he knows. Sure you showed up on his front doorstep and looked eerily familiar to an old case. But there is something else that he can't quite place.

Alfred, as he called himself, finishes the last stitch on your back. You wince as he pulls the thread tight to keep the wound from opening. You shake as he cuts the thread and tells you that it's over.

"No it's not. It's really not." you mumble.

"Excuse me, miss?" he asks.

You slowly turn around to look at him, "Once I leave here they'll find me again."

Alfred looks around for a moment and then back at you. He had a face you felt you could trust. You haven't been in the position to trust anyone lately but him, right now in front of you, you knew you could.

"What if I taught you how to defend yourself?" he asks.

You're confused for a moment. The thought of an old butler teaching you how to keep yourself alive wasn't on your mind. Surely, you think to yourself, he doesn't know much about combat and trying to stay alive.

"How will you do that?" you ask.

Alfred smiles, "First we start small."

Alfred reaches into his pocket and pulls out a steak knife. You confusedly look between him and the sharp object. Giving this to you when it hasn't even been proven who you are is an unwise decision for him to make.

As if reading your mind, Alfred walks over to the door.

"Don't make me regret it." he says.

You could hear them talking about you through the door. There were a lot of voices, only one of which you recognized as Jason's. Everyone else wasn't familiar at all.

You lay in bed and stare up at the ceiling.

It's not like you could remember either. If you could you would've told Jason all that you knew so that you could be out of here. But even then, you have a feeling that he and Alfred would have insisted you stayed.

"Just get in there and ask her if she's okay!" Jason shouts.

Then there is some shushing. All of a sudden you can hear the door handle being turned. Your ears didn't pick up on keys, so you weren't locked in this room.

The door opens and you turn your head to see who it is. In comes a man twice you age but still younger than Alfred. When he gets closer you realize that you've seen him before.

"Do-do I know you?" you ask.

He closes the door behind him, "We've never met."

"You look familiar though." you say.

"Maybe you've seen my face in the paper, my name is Bruce Wayne." he answers.

A lightbulb goes off in your head. Bruce Wayne. The orphan. They talked about him once or twice when they had you captured. But it was always in passing, like they couldn't care less about him.

"They talked about you." you say.

"Who?" he asks.

He then takes the chair that sits in the corner and brings it over to your bedside. As he does, you decide to sit up on the bed.

"The people who did this to me." you answer.

"You don't know what they are called?" he asks.

You shake your head, "No they were good at keeping this a secret. Like why they had me there, and who they were."

"Do you have somewhere safe to go?" he asks.

You shake your head once more. The feeling of anxiety washing over you. Yes you would like to be no ones responsibility but you know you're on the run and no one is really looking out for you anyways.

"You may stay here, if you let me help you find out who's hunting you." he says.

And then you're looking at him like he just said the sky is purple. You can't believe he would offer to help you, a random person.

"It's not everyday an unconscious women lands on my doorstep." he pips up.

"I thought this was Jason's house." you say out loud.

"He comes by from time to time, but this is my home." he answers your unspoken question.

"Okay, I'll stay here."

They all watch as you pour yourself a glass of orange juice. It's weird to be watched, but you know it's not in a bad way. You can't really tell which way it is, but you know they won't do to you what the owl court did to you. That's what they were called.

Bruce told you everything a couple of nights ago. How they were torturing you in the same way they tortured another person years ago. It didn't make sense to you why it was happening though, neither did it make sense to Bruce.

But he offered for you to stay at the manor until he could get it cleared up for you.

In the span of a week you have learned a lot. Like how to hold a knife for maximum impact, how to run and not get tired, how to turn common things into a weapon. And that Bruce Wayne is batman.

It came up after you asked him how he knew all of this stuff. You weren't expecting him to up and tell you, but he did. And it made you trust him even more.

As for his kids, they came around fairly quickly. Damian being the last one, even though he was the first one to find you. You heard from the others that he is slow to trust, so the fact that he lets you roam around the manor freely is good.

Steph, Duke and Cass were the first three to be friendly with you outside training. You think it's because they are younger. They are quick to include you in their conversations.

The last three boys are all so different from each other. They teach you defense in different ways. Jason is all about striking first and hard. Tim teaches you when to hit for the best chances. Dick teaches you when to stay down.

"I'm not going to break from pouring a glass of juice." you say.

"We know, we're just looking over you." Dick says.

You turn back, juice in hand, and make a face.

"Don't you do enough of that when you all train me? I'm better than before." you explain.

"You had no training before." Jason says.

"Thanks Jason."

"We just wanna make sure that you know staying here is a choice."

"I know."

You flip Dick over on his back and he lands with a grunt. Everyone in the training room lets out a noise of their own. Bruce and Jason let out winces. Damian claps. Cass and Tim tumble over in laughter. And Duke and Steph instigate the whole thing. Alfred is standing silently, a smile on his face.

"I told you I got better."

"Yeah, I can see that. Feel it too." Dick grunts.

You hold out your hand for him. He takes it and helps himself up with help from you. You smile when he stands on his own two feet.

"I guess you learned from the best"

Jason watches you carefully as you unload then take apart the firearm and then put it together again, and load it. You don't even seem to be phased by the timer he set.

Actually you beat it by four seconds, which is one second better than him. When you finish you look up at Jason.

"How was that?" you ask.

"You beat my record." he answers.

"Woah."

"Yeah, fuckin' woah."

"Can you watch your language? I'm right here." Damian says.

Both of you look at the boy who is standing at the door. You hadn't noticed he even opened the door. You were so in the zone.

"I beat him." you say.

"I know I saw. Could be more efficient though to know when a door is opening." Damian sasses.

"Right."

"Oh shut up, she did good."

Tim shuts the computer screen off. You had just completed a practice off-site hacking of a hard drive. Tim said that you did well for a beginner and even liked how you added your own style to it.

When you walk out the door you see Cass on the top of the steps. She nods for you to follow. You do without another word. The two of you go down the steps and outside. Cass is five steps ahead of you.

In the darkness, you turn around once at the sound of a twig breaking. When you turn back you don't see Cass anymore. You stop walking.

"Cass?"

You feel the need to turn around the other way, facing the door, and when you do you see her. She's waiting at the door, a smile on her face.

"I'm taking it you're gonna teach me about stealth?" you ask.

She nods once.

Damian tells you to meet him in the barn. And you decide to put your new found stealth skills to the test. You don't take the usual way there. You go out a bedroom window. And you scale the wall down to the ground.

Then you duck and weave between trees.

When you arrive at the barn you see Damian inside. You know you can come in thought the roof so you decide to do that. You are as quick as a cat. You scale the barn wall and get up on the roof.

You slowly open the hatch and crawl inside to the attic space. Being sure to not move anything around so that he might catch you. You watch from above as Damian talks to Batcow.

"I hate to say it, but I think I want her to stay." he says.

Your heart feels heavy. You found out not too long ago that he was the first one to find you. It made you sad beyond your years but also really grateful to Damian.

"I just, don't like a lot of people. But I like her." he adds.

You can't come out now. He would know that you were listening and would deny everything he said. You don't want to embarrass him either.

"She should learn some time management though, she's very late. Doesn't she know your bed time is in twenty minutes?" he says.

Then he's walking out of the barn, not doubt to find you. You wait until he's out of the barn to descend to the bottom level. When you do Batcow turns around to look at you.

"Maybe I will stay."

#dc #batfam x reader #batfam x you #batfam imagine #batfam fic #Bruce wayne x reader #Damian wayne x reader #Jason todd x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #Tim drake x reader

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spicyspiders · 9 months

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Hiii! Do you think you could write a dom Miguel o’Hara x male reader smut where Miguel breads the reader??

Miguel has been so busy with the spider society him and the reader haven’t gotten any alone time. Reader becomes needy and Miguel realizes he also needs some release ;) thank you!!

~ voyager 🌙

I went in a different direction with the story, but it still has the aspect of Miguel being really busy and the reader being desperate. Hope you still like it!

Miguel pulled back from the kiss with a sigh, his warm breath fanning against your face. “We’ll finish this later,” Miguel said, running a hand down the front of his suit when he stepped away.

You couldn’t help but let out a noise of frustration. It had been a while since you had been physical with Miguel, and lately, it felt like the most action you had gotten was when you two sparred during training.

You weren’t angry at Miguel, but you were finding it difficult to hide your frustration. The boners could also be quite difficult to hide too. Lately, it has only taken a few kisses and Miguel’s roaming hands for your cock to grow hard, so you always needed to make sure that spot was covered.

“I know,” Miguel cooed before touching your cheek. His thumb ran along your bottom lip slowly, as if he was reminiscing on the seconds that just passed. “Later,” Miguel whispers before pulling his hand away.

“Sir,” one of Miguel’s men said as he stepped into the room. The man all but ignored your presence as he give Miguel the stack of papers he was holding. You were grateful, grateful for your spider-sense that alerted you of his presence, and grateful that the man didn’t question why you slinked past him, one hand covering your crotch.

It was a few weeks later before something substantial happened. Before then, it was the same quick kisses and hurried touches. At one point, you nearly thought you would finally find the release you craved when you woke up one morning to the feeling of Miguel’s erection against your ass, but you were only left hard and aching.

When the time came, your first clue of knowing what was about to come was the energy Miguel brought into the room with him. When he burst into your bedroom, you could see the look in his eye was filled with excitement.

“Good. You’re already undressed,” Miguel said lowly, almost like he was speaking to himself.

“What?” You asked, letting out a breathy chuckle.

It was early. Miguel had already left a few hours ago to start on the tasks he needed to do to keep the society he worked so hard to build up and running. You had just started pulling on your suit, only one leg in.

The rest of your suit hung awkwardly from your naked body when Miguel pushed you face-first down into the bed.

After letting out a grunt at the impact, your mouth hung open, but the words died on your lips when one of Miguel’s fingers traced your hole.

“I just need a few minutes,” Miguel murmured, using his other hand to spread your cheeks. Something other than his fingers dug into the skin of your ass. It felt small and warm, already heated from the skin of Miguel’s palm.

You nodded slowly, panting into the covers you had just made up. Your cock gave a twitch when Miguel stepped away and you heard the sound of the bedside drawer open. You knew exactly what he grabbed, and in only a few minutes, Miguel’s finger was back, this time coated in lube.

Miguel’s fingers were already big, but after some time away, they felt even bigger. That’s why when Miguel was rushing to put a second finger inside, you couldn’t help but let out a groan of pleasure and pain.

At the end of the sound, you felt Miguel’s lips at the back of your neck, trying to soothe the discomfort. He kissed a path to your ear before tracing his tongue up the shell. “This will help,” he whispered into your ear.

You whimpered when Miguel pulled his fingers free. Your body tensed up, knowing that what you were about to get was even bigger. Or that’s what you expected.

The device Miguel worked inside you was as thick as his two fingers. He pushed it until you felt the curved base on the outside of your hole. It was almost right on your prostate, rubbing just enough when you shifted that you could feel small sparks of pleasure.

Miguel panted wetly against the back of your neck, and when you pushed your ass back into his solid weight behind you, trying to get the device right up against your prostate, he let out a groan. You could feel the weight of his cock trapped in his suit up against your ass, but when you tried to grind back into it again, Miguel flipped you over before he moved away.

With slow movements, ones that you guessed were not to jostle the device, Miguel pulled you up from the bed and began pulling the rest of your suit on. You could feel his intense gaze roam over the parts of your body that were still naked. When his eyes landed on your half-hard cock when he got your other leg into your suit, they lingered, taking in the sight slowly.

When Miguel dragged his eyes away and up to your face, you met his heated gaze with one of your own. There had already been many times the two of you had pulled your suits off to be closer to one another, so to be in a moment where Miguel was putting your suit on felt odd.

“Later?” You asked once you were fully dressed.

Something flashed across Miguel’s eyes before he shook his head.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but before you could question him, a low thrum of pleasure washed over you.

Miguel held up a small remote, the color the same as the device currently vibrating inside you.

“A vibrator,” you hissed, “are you trying to torture me?” You questioned.

Miguel kissed away the pout that had appeared on your face, and pulled back with a smirk. “I told you, this is only to help you,” he answered before moving in for another kiss.

Miguel left soon after that, looking how he always did when you saw him around the Spider Society: calm and collected but with that permanent scowl of his.

It pissed you off. And the fact that you were pissed off only made you even more pissed off. It was the opposite of what a man with a vibrator brushing his prostate with every other step should feel, all things considered.

You already had too many things to focus on throughout the day, so having to worry about others not seeing your half-chub all day was just a bonus. Your enhanced senses were on fire trying to anticipate when the vibrator would next come on.

It helped to focus on other things, and when your mind wandered to a different topic, you could feel yourself start to relax. It only lasted a moment, given that what your mind was thinking about was how far of a range the remote had, which only had your mind looping back to what you were trying to avoid.

The next time you see Miguel is when you’re in the cafeteria. There was an empty table calling your name, the perfect place to try and keep to yourself. You were only given a little while to yourself before Miguel made his presence known.

When you felt that familiar feeling run through your body, your head snapped up from the plate your eyes were on, trying to pinpoint where Miguel was. You saw him walking to go get in line to get his plate of food, his expression stoic.

You forced your eyes away, but not before they ran down his body and landed on his hand where you could see the remote peaking out between his fingers.

You quickly tried to calm yourself by taking a sip of water, thinking that the cold liquid would help cool the warmth in your stomach. You were only able to take a few sips before the vibrations intensified, the last gulp choking you as you tried to drink as quickly as you could.

You slammed the glass down with a loud clatter as a coughing fit wracked your body. If you were trying to not draw attention, well you ended up doing the opposite. When you opened your eyes after your coughs subsided, sever spider-people looked at you in concern. Even Miguel’s eyes were on you, his calm expression broken as worry flashed through his eyes.

You let out one last awkward cough, “I’m okay,” you said to the onlookers, sending a shaky smile in their direction. Your smile fell to a glare when your eyes landed on Miguel. You were just thankful that in the small moment of chaos, he turned the vibrations off.

You kept your eyes on him as you got up and left what you had on the table. You kept your glare until Miguel was the one who pulled his eyes away. Though you were annoyed, you couldn’t ignore the remnant of pleasure the device inside you had brought.

The pleasure was easier to ignore as the day went on. There would be little spikes throughout the day when you would shift or move a particular way, but it was easier when the device was off.

Miguel made it harder to ignore when you saw him again. Unlike seeing him in the cafeteria, the next time you saw him was set on your schedule. It was supposed to be a normal meeting with Miguel and the other people that had joined you on your last mission, but knowing that you had a vibrator deep inside you made going into the meeting nerve wracking.

The moment you’ve sat down and relaxed, thinking that the meeting was going to go off without a hitch, you can feel the vibrations start up again. It’s higher in intensity than what you felt earlier, a feeling that quickly has your cock fattening up.

You shift around, trying to keep the vibrations off your prostate, but your attempt does the opposite. When the vibrations rub right up against your prostate, you have to cover your moan with a cough.

The sound doesn’t draw the attention away from Miguel who stands at the front of the room. Covering up the noise was the least of your worries as you can feel another bubbling up under the surface.

You let out a whimper, trying to keep the noise as quiet as you can. However, what pulls the attention your way was not the noise, but your movements as you try to shift the vibrations out of place.

“He makes me a little nervous too,” Peter whispers from beside you.

You glanced over, taking in Peter’s pink bathrobe. You knew it annoyed Miguel how Peter dressed, and you also knew how Peter knew it annoyed Miguel which is why he kept doing it.

“You do a good job at-” you bring a hand down onto the table in front of you to grip the edge as the intensity goes up, “hiding it,” you finish, biting your lip harshly.

“You okay?” Peter asks slowly, looking you over with concern.

“Stubbed my toe,” you flash Peter a shaky smile, “I just hate these tables,” you respond, bringing your other hand down to hit the table softly.

You look away from Peter, not even waiting to hear his response. You’re too busy looking at Miguel, hoping he’ll see the look of desperation that’s settled over your face.

Miguel leaves the vibrator on the same setting throughout the rest of the meeting, and by the time it’s over your cock is leaking into the confines of your suit.

You jump when you feel a hand come down on your shoulder, “I hope your toe gets better,” Peter says, “I would watch out for the chairs too if I were you,” he finishes, leaving after sending you a smile and a pat to your shoulder.

The sound of the door closing is loud in your ears. Now alone in the room with Miguel, you watch as he steps up to when you’re sitting slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

You pull yourself from the chair and walk around the edge as Miguel takes his last few steps before he pulls you in with a hand at the back of your neck.

The kiss on your end is messy and desperate. Miguel, the smug bastard, chuckles at your desperation. At the sound, you push your tongue into his mouth, running the tip over his sharp fangs before delving deeper.

Your shaky hands find purchase in Miguel’s dark hair, pulling at the strands of hair, trying to show him how frustrated you’ve been.

One of Miguel’s hands moves to wrap around your hips, the other goes to your ass to grip at the flesh tightly. He feels warm and solid, the presence you’ve been craving all day.

“Miguel,” you whine against his mouth when he pulls away.

Miguel stays close, grinding his hips forward, showing, that at least physically, he’s just as desperate as you are. “Here?” He asks, bringing his hips forward again.

You didn’t know a table could feel so comfortable as you lay yourself out over it. Well, it wasn’t that comfortable, but you do anything and do it anywhere if Miguel was giving you the release you yearned for.

Miguel grabbed your hips to lift the rest of your body onto the table. Unlike earlier in the day, Miguel pulled your suit off quickly. His hands traced down the warmth of your body as more of your skin was revealed to him.

Your legs hand off the edge of the table, creating the perfect space for Miguel to make his way into. His fingers ignore your hard cock, instead going to pull the vibrator out slowly. It’s almost comical the way it vibrates in Miguel’s hand.

Miguel tossed the vibrator away, pulling a small laugh from your mouth as it falls onto the floor. You couldn’t hear if the buzzing was loud enough to hear on the floor, your attention back on Miguel.

The vibrator wasn’t very big, but it still left you feeling open and ready to be filled. Having to wait for so long has you shaking when Miguel leans down to press his lips to yours. With his hands on your hips, Miguel pulls your body down the table just enough that he can comfortably make his way down your body with his lips and then down onto his knees.

When you open your eyes once the kiss is over, you can see that Miguel’s suit is gone. The sight makes your hands twitch, and you dig your fingers into the edge of either side of the table to keep from reaching out.

“Such a pretty cock, baby,” Miguel breathes when he’s up close and personal with your cock. He sucks at the head, just enough to lick up the salty liquid steadily leaking. He pulls off to move down to your balls to suck one of them into his mouth, “and these, so full for me,” he says after he’s let go of the first and moved to the second.

Miguel is panting by the time he fully pulls away and rises back up onto his knees. He swoops down to press his lips to yours in a wet kiss. You both moan when your tongues meet and the salty flavor hits your tongue.

Miguel pulls back when you feel the slick head of his cock at your hole.

“Where did you get-” you start to ask, but Miguel cuts you off with another kiss.

“Do you really want to know or do you want me to fuck you?” Miguel asks after he pulled away.

Not liking the smug smirk he’s sending your way, you wrap your legs around his waist so you can pull the head of his cock in your hole. Miguel's smirk falls as his mouth hangs open as he moves his hips forward, sinking further and further inside.

Though the vibrator brought you the pleasure that you craved, it wasn’t enough preparation for his cock. It burned, causing a steady ache as he pushed inside. However, it didn’t take long for that feeling to be taken over by pleasure when Miguel pulled out so he could thrust back inside.

Miguel set up a brutal pace, knowing how badly you both needed it.

It took a few minutes for your body to adjust, but soon you were pushing your hips back into his thrusts, trying to get his cock back inside the second Miguel pulled out.

You each let out loud moans that echoed throughout the room. You knew it was just the two of you in the room, but you hoped there was no one outside the door to the room you were in with how loud you both were being.

You were almost annoyed when the feeling of your orgasm quickly approached. It was a long time coming since your last orgasm with Miguel, so you knew what you needed, but you weren’t quite sure if you were ready to be brought over the edge.

It burned through your body, hitting you like a truck as you came in white messy spurts over your stomach. Your back arched off the table, your eyes falling closed as sparks of ecstasy danced behind your eyelids.

Miguel came soon after, the grip he had on your hips tightened, the claws in his nails digging into your skin as he lost control. You felt the pinpricks of pain on the skin of your hips, but you were too focused on opening your eyes to watch Miguel come.

The cock inside you stilled as Miguel filled you up with his wetness. You wanted Miguel to stay inside and not let his cum leak out, but you welcomed Miguel wholeheartedly into your arms as he collapsed on top of you.

You ran your fingers through the sweaty strands of hair at Miguel’s nape as you came down from your orgasm.

Miguel kissed whatever area of skin he could find. He let out a huff after pressing one last kiss to your heated skin, “we should probably go back to our room.”

“We just can’t forget the vibrator,” you responded back.

#x male reader #x male reader smut #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara x male reader smut

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sir-kuroo · 5 months

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003. 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝙄𝘿𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 • DELUSIONS

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What if the sexy stranger in your dreams and your seductive client at work is actually a ravishing demon determined to love you whatever it takes? Can you break through the delusions?

incubus!kuroo, f!reader, deep pnetration, l-bombs, size kink, dacryphilia

wasn't able to write my solo drabble for kuroo's birthday but definitely not gonna miss this! I remembered a friend once told me to keep on writing even just for that one person believing in my works, I'd like to thank you for picking up this fic and believing in me. I love you. mwah mwah 💋💋

You gripped the sheets as his big cock relentlessly rammed into you. There...There...so good aaahhh...You moaned totally enjoying the sensation.

“Is it good? Am I making you feel good?” he asked, putting in so much effort with how he thrust in you.

“Yes! Yes! It’s so good. You’re so good-” He ate your words, kissing you like your lips were his favorite food.

Your pussy throbbed, and you soon found yourself cumming again.

Opening your eyes, you placed an arm on your forehead. You must be a very horny girl to dream of this non-stop, but you couldn’t deny liking it and not wanting it to stop.

You sighed.

You forgot how he looked like again. Somehow, as days passed, you felt even closer and acquainted to him...the man of your dreams. He’s so sweet but very masculine at the same time.

Your pussy was still throbbing in a good way. You checked in between your legs and found your panties drenched. Don’t tell me...you squirted even in the dream. Your face heated up, embarrassed.

On your way to the coffeeshop, you suddenly became more conscious, noticing that people, specifically men, were now looking at you differently. It wasn’t like this before. You were what they would call a normie, someone you would just pass by, but now you’ve been receiving odd glances.

Having a drink in hand, you saw the old lady again. However, she seemed to be busy doing tarot reading with her makeshift table. You were tempted to approach her to ask more questions, but you’d be having a meeting with Kuroo today.

All this time, you wanted to know if it’s really an incubus in your dreams how come you felt even better ever since? You’re supposed to be losing weight now or all drained out of energy, but you felt the opposite.

You shook the thought away, finally reaching your office building.

“Oh, Y/N! There you are...” A senior from the other department greeted. “Lookin’ good, huh? What’s the secret?”

“Secret?” You looked down on yourself. You fixed yourself just the same and changed nothing.

“Yeah, you seem to be glowing nowadays. Something’s different.”

You’re wearing normal corporate attire, the same minimal make-up, nothing special. “I don’t know.... maybe I’m getting better sleep?”

Well, better was an understatement. Having those lewd dreams was embarrassing but they did make you feel elevated and amazing like a heavy weight was lifted off your shoulders each morning.

“Of course, sleep! Or...maybe you have someone?” She cooed then her eyes suddenly glanced up behind you. You looked back and saw Kuroo.

“Morning, Y/N. Let’s go together?” he pressed the elevator button up.

As usual, he looked so dangerous again. His dark gray pinstriped suit fit him perfectly.

“Sure, sir. Good morning,” you greeted back.

“Okay, I’ll leave you two alone,” your senior bade, winking at you before she walked away.

No way! No way! No way! Your last interaction with Kuroo proved how tricky your situation was. Though you admitted having e a little crush on him, you shouldn’t get carried away. First, it’s unprofessional. Second, he gave off big fuckboy energy.

The elevator doors opened and there’s only the two of you inside. It closed and you took in a sharp breath, which you held. It was so spacious, but he specifically chose to be so close to you. You gulped; he smelled so good—a little spicy just like his personality. His scent was drowning you and making your head all dizzy.

“You smell good,” he leaned down and said to you with grainy voice.

Shivers ran through your spine. You pressed your thighs together. Oh my.

Your attention shifted to your reflection on the steel make of the elevator where you found Kuroo pinning your gaze. He tilted his head, eyes not leaving you as he breathed you in and you took in a deep inhale at the same time.

The doors opened and you told him, “I’ll go to the restroom first.”

You immediately splashed your face with water. Kuroo was painfully making you feel some type of way. He’s unearthing that hidden part of yourself you never thought existed. He was making you feel like a woman. A beautiful, well-desired, most-coveted woman. He’s making all your dreams a reality, but you’re a romance type of girl and not the type he wanted.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

Swaying the glass in his hand, Kuroo stared at the woman from across the room. She was talking to her friends, but that was a while ago. Now, amidst the pulsing lights and the darkness of the bar, she had all her attention shifted to the mysterious man in suit fully captivated by how his gaze pierced through her while his smirk was oddly turning her on.

She stood up and headed towards his direction as expected. It would be almost a month now since he hadn’t eaten anything else aside from you. He thought that maybe it was just a temporary syndrome as he adjusted to a new town.

Kuroo raked his gaze from her head to toes. She’s hot, especially with that white dress hugging her body so tight. Normally, with the quality of sex he thought he’d be having with this woman, he knew he’s gonna get his fill. That’s under normal circumstances.

“What…what’re you drinking?” she asked.

He simply answered, “Rum and coke.”

Dammit! He felt his stomach turning doing this.

“Can I take a sip?”

And he allowed her, she leaned forward and dipped. Her cleavage a free offering for him to see and lust over. She placed a hand on his thigh…

Kuroo grimaced.

Fuck! He knew this would happen. Appalled…he’s appalled. His body was rejecting her hand on his. Last time this happened, he couldn’t get his dick up and ended up in shame. He couldn’t even bring himself to have sex with anyone now. It’s all because of you.

He knew that going to a bar would be a bad idea. After all, he’s not even there to bait some food but just to have a nice drink yet...his strong aura as an incubus was reeking and attracting women non-stop.

Since he was new in town a month back and was still gathering observation, he shifted into his cat form everynight to find a home to stay at. He didn’t expect that you would be kind enough to adopt him, that he would grow fond of you and eventually would come to...love you. It sounded cringey, but right now there’s nothing more cringe-worthy than a hand of a woman on him aside from yours.

They said once an incubus like him falls in love with someone, they could only mate with them and no one else. Kuroo didn’t know that to be true until now when his cock couldn’t stand up in around any other woman’s presence except you.

Though his hunger could be satisfied by his nightly visits in your dreams, nothing could be having you in flesh.

He thought that working with you would make things easier, but he was wrong. His feelings for you only got stronger in each passing day he got to spend with you, and it had been hard to control himself from not having an erection in the office when around you.

“What’s wrong?” The woman asked, still wanting nothing but to have him in between her legs.

You’re wrong. This is wrong. “I should go.” Kuroo stood up almost running away from the scene.

“Wait!” He faintly heard in the background as he loosened his tie and dashed away.

It was a breath of fresh air once he’s out. Taking in the cool wind of the night, he strolled to clear his mind.

No, he didn’t view just as a livestock he could feed on endlessly, and it wasn’t just sex for him. Who would’ve thought that he’d fall for you while you took care of him as a pet?

He drew a long sigh, finding himself at your apartment building. Then, finding himself outside your door. Well, true to his other form, he appeared like a stray cat finally finding his way home after days of misadventure.

What was he even doing here? He berated himself for acting like a creep. Dragging a hand through his face, he accidentally nudged the food you left for him outside your door.

The pet dish elicited a sound which prompted you to open the door.

“Miste-” Your eyes widened at the sight of Kuroo welcoming you instead of your beloved cat. “Sir? What’re you...What’re you doing here?”

I can’t stop thinking about you. “Hey...” Kuroo tried thinking of an excuse, but he couldn’t bring himself to think of any.

“Are you drunk?”

He swallowed. “Just a bit.”

You sighed. “You can’t drive drunk. Do you...” you blushed. “Do you wanna come stay for a while?”

His face heated up. “Sure.”

You let him and he smoothly moved around your apartment much to your surprise.

“Do you wanna have some cof-” You stopped midway, remembering...

“You don’t have coffee,” he stated, which puzzled you. How did he know? “I mean, tea.” He continued.

Maybe, the alcohol was messing up with his speech. You opened one of your cupboards only to discover that you placed the tea on the top shelf. You were about to get a chair to step on, but Kuroo was already behind you, reaching for the box of tea.

“Here,” he said, giving you the item.

“Oh...” you muttered, bemused at how keen he was.

You prepared the tea for him while he watched your every move, reminding you of Mr. Midnight’s habit of doing the exact same thing.

“Here,” you handed him the cup and he took an immediate sip. “So what brings you here?”

“This one’s the nearest to the bar,” Kuroo placed the cup down. “Don’t worry I didn’t follow you around.” Not as a human. “I learned your address through the records.”

“I see...so you sifted through my records, but don’t follow me around. That doesn’t sound creepy,” you teased.

“Hey! I must know your address, okay? That’s just me being responsible since we always have meetings outside. Anything could happen.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, such as you taking shelter because you can’t drive home drunk.”

“Exactly,” he affirmed and continued, drinking his tea.

You took a glance at the watch and noticed that it was past your bedtime. You were trying to keep yourself awake, but sleep was taking over. You were very tired for the day especially that the gala event was in a few days' time from now.

“Thank you,” Kuroo said as he finished his tea, and he was eventually surprised to see you sleeping in front of him. He smiled and pressed your cheek with his index finger like how he usually did it with his paw back then to check if you’re asleep.

Geez...He chortled to himself and carried you to bed. He swept away a few strands of hair from your face and couldn’t help but lay down and curl beside you. Nuzzling his nose on top of your head, he embraced you lovingly tight.

You used to hug him when he was a cat, and he missed those days when he could stay asleep beside you so close like this. How he wished he could finally have you settle in his arms? Though he wanted to pay you a visit in dreams, he’d rather bask in this moment instead, hearing your heartbeat, drowning in your scent and enveloped in your warmth.

Your phone’s alarm rang, which woke you up from your sleep. You sat up in a rush and in disbelief. You didn’t have any dream last night. That’s odd. Even if that’s the case, however, you could feel the familiar touch lingering through your skin. It was as if he held you for real.

Your eyes widened, recalling that Kuroo stayed over for a bit last night. You looked around but he’s no longer to be seen anywhere.

You squashed your face in between your hands and decided to stand up.

“Kuroo?” You called out as you headed to your arriving at your dining area, where you were surprised to discover a cooked omurice. On the surface of it, was a cat doodle made with ketchup and a note that read, Rise and Shine!

Kuroo...you whispered his name in your head so fondly as your face split into a warm grin.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

His tongue danced with yours with his arms caging you in. He’s so warm, and you felt safe wrapped around his presence.

“Were you stressed?” he asked, a hand caressing the top of your face while his eyes conveyed so much concern. “You did a great job. You always do.”

You cupped his face. “’Twas just a long day, but I got you, so it’s fine.”

He smiled and kissed the tip of your nose, “Yeah, you always got me, love. Always remember that.” He caught your lips again and kissed you tenderly, lovingly and deeply. “I’m always right beside you.”

Parting your legs, he thrust into you. Your pussy was slowly being stretched out as he took his time so you could fully feel his size. You bit back a moan as his tip finally reached your core. His hips were moving in a sensual tempo that had you wanting more.

He saw your need and began hitting with force, your tits jiggled everytime he pushed right back in. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he dug deeper, bringing your thighs on both sides if your face, messing you up in a mating press.

“Can you feel me? Can you feel all of me?” He asked under his breath, trying his best to curb his wilder desires and wanting to make you feel loved instead.

“Oh! Aaaahhh....” You moaned, feeling the length of his cock go in and out of your pussy. “Yes, you’re so big. It’s so long. Feels so good.”

“When you say it like that-” he said in pain and pounded fast. His fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he went all out not able to control his impulses anymore.

He conquered your lips and you let yourself be consumed with passion. All you could do was shut your eyes and feel the tears of overwhelming pleasure trickle down. Your nails raked on the skin of his back as you felt like flying with the way he was fucking you senseless yet oh-so-loving at the same time.

“I love you, I love you,” he spewed out in every thrust, and you were drunk in his tender gaze as your insides melted and your body shook.

Slowly, your eyes opened. You could still remember his hands on you. The feel of his length inside you. You ached for him more and more each day and not only in a sexual way. That man...he always made sure you were well-fed everynight, but you wanted to remember who he was. Was he just your imagination? A person from the future? All of this seemed so bittersweet. You had a man who only existed on your dreams, and he made love with you every night like you’re the only person in his eyes.

It’s almost a month now...You hugged yourself, feeling a little cold. At first, you thought all this was sexual, but lately you began feeling loved.

You had many questions...like if it’s really an incubus in your dreams why did you feel even better each day? Why was he so loving to you? Why do you not only feel lust but affection each time he’d hold you close?

You snapped away from your thoughts. You’re approaching the end of your campaign, and somehow you felt some kind of ending happening too. This meant you’d never see Kuroo again. You looked at him from across the table. This time you would be having an emergency meeting in the lobby of the hotel where the Gala Event for the project would be held next week.

However, you were quite bothered at the thought of not seeing him anymore.

“Why are you sad, hmm?” He asked, resting his face on his palm, breaking your thoughts in the middle of work.

“Oh, I just remembered something-”

Your eyes widened.

Out of the blue, he had something soft pressed on your face. It’s...It’s a black cat plushie. He looked from behind the little stuffed toy. What’s that expression he’s giving you? Like he’s trying to be cute, sporting a small pout with cheeks a little puffed. “He'd be sad if you are too, y’know?”

“W-What’s this, sir?”

“All yours,” he said, plopping the plushie on the table. “Take good care of him.”

Oh...You remembered having a discussion with him about Mr. Midnight. It’s...sweet that he remembered—that he knew how much you missed your little rascal. A smile couldn’t help but show on your face.

“What would you name it?” he asked.

“Kuro,” you held the plushie. “I’ll name him Kuro.”

“I’m honored,” Kuroo the person grinned, and the moment felt like it paused for a while. Why...Why were you feeling the beat of your heart in your ears?

Get a grip! You shouldn’t be feeling this way. Maybe...Maybe he’s just great with women, you said to yourself.

How can a man like him even like someone like you, right?

Your inner musings were interrupted by a hotel staff member when she approached both of you, her expression didn’t spell good news. “Excuse me, ma’am, sir. I’m the personnel assigned for banquet sales. Unfortunately, we found your event booked on a different date on our calendar.”

“What? We already signed an agreement for this with that exact date indicated,” you replied, conviction evident on your tone.

“Yes, ma’am. We’re very sorry, but there’s been a mistake.”

“We already sent out the invitations,” you said, a little infuriated. It would be a shame on your part to deliver a mistaken message to the delegates, especially that the event would be next week, and the suppliers were already booked for the date.

“My apologies, ma’am. We can schedule your event some other dates or refund you in full.”

You heaved and fetched the contract in your phone, rereading the agreement despite knowing the outcome. It’s a loss case. It’s written there that the establishment reserved the right to refuse, and you knew all of them had that clause, because the agreement will always be in favor of the contracting party.

“Do you have any other function halls available on our date?” Kuroo stepped in.

The lady checked her files and informed, “Unfortunately sir, the only available room couldn’t accommodate your number of guests.”

“How ‘bout that...” He pointed at one of the dining halls. “Will that be available on our date?”

“I’ll double check, sir. Please wait here for a while,” said the staff member before she went to check.

“That’s...That’s expensive,” you worriedly informed Kuroo.

He placed a hand on your shoulder and grinned, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.”

Your eyes searched his. His tone...The way he made you feel so secure...It’s like de ja vu. Who...Who are you? The question suddenly came to the top of your mind, however before you could make more sense of it, the personnel arrived.

“Good news, ma’am and sir. The Wine Room was still not taken. We can reserve it for you at a discounted price as our way to compensate for the mistake we made on your original booking.”

“That’s good then!” Kuroo turned to you and winked. You smiled at him, unplanned and involuntarily.

Why did he have to be like this? Why was Kuroo making you feel like he might also feel the same way you’re starting to feel for him?

You hugged the Kuro plushie close. Suddenly, you felt a bit scared, scared that after all of this was done, you were never going to see him again.

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spirit-girl-nijisanji · 5 months

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I'll take care of you little one~

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Thank you to @myclaire9 for giving me this prompt when I was stuck with writers block and I apologize it took so long, I was dealing with somethings and I didn't have the time or energy to write but I'm feeling better now and I sincerely hope you enjoy the story!

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➼ Pairing - Luxiem x GN! cat/dog reader

➼ Content - Fluff, Luxiem boys being sweethearts, you may interpret the relationship how you would like.

➼ ⚠️ Please remember I only write for the personas you see on your screen. I do not and will not write for the people behind the models. Please also remember that behind the models there are very real people with very real emotions. Please be respectful towards our beloved Nijisanji EN livers and do your best to separate the real people from the persona reflected on your screen. Thank you so much and enjoy the story ⚠️

➼ Summery - You are a cat/dog human hybrid who has the ability to swap between your animal form and your human form. You had been in your animal form for quite sometime during the winter after not having a place to stay. The Luxiem boys find you and take you into their home and attempt to gain your trust especially after you show your human form.

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I WILL DO THE GN!DOG READER X LUXIEM IN A SEPERATE POST I WANT TO MAKE SURE BOTH ARE THEIR OWN STORIES AND ARE ENJOYABLE WHEN READING

Luxiem x GN!Cat Reader

Vox Akuma

It was in the middle of a blizzard, you had been curled up in a drain in a park trying to get away from the cold. You were a hybrid between a cat and a human, you could spend most of your time in your cat form as little black and white cat in order to keep some what warm.

The blizzard has started and your fur was soaked with snow and water. You lay curled up in the drain shivering. Before your ears perked up hearing footsteps, not wanting to move, you lay your head back down and closed our eyes.

Before long, a soothing voice spoke, waking you up from your slumber,

" Hello there darling, what are you doing out here in the cold? " the voice spoke, you opened your eyes and met the crimson red eyes of a raven haired man who looked back at you with a gentle gaze.

He put his hand out wanting to see if you were going to be friendly. You stretched out and sniffed his hand lightly, a pleasant scent gracing your nose before rubbing your head gently against his hand. The gentle smile on his face made it easy for you to be drawn to him and his warmth.

After he confirmed you were friendly, he gently reached into the drain and gently pulled you out, holding you in his arms and wrapping you in his jacket to warm you up. You snuggled into the warmth that spread out through your small body as he carried you back to his home. Bringing you inside, he walked over to his fireplace, lighting it and setting you down in front of it,

" Now you wait right there little one, let me see if I have something for you to eat. " the man spoke with a gentle tone before turning and going into the kitchen to find some food. When the raven haired man disappeared into the kitchen, you switched to your human form, scooting closer to the fire and rubbing your hands together to get warmer before letting out a content sigh after being in the cold for so long, it was absolute bliss feeling the warmth of the fire.

" Little one…? " the raven haired man's voice came from behind you and you froze, holding the blanket he left with you covering your body. He walked closer and he sat down in front of you, looking at the ears that adorned the top of your head, showing you were the little cat he just brought into the house,

" I.. Thank you. " was all you could manage to say to him, " B..but I won't bother you for too long sir. " You said quickly your tail flicking anxiously and your ears twitching.

Expecting him to tell you to leave, instead he gave a soft smile, he set down the bowl of milk down in front of you and gently put his hand on your head, " You don't have to leave little one, I would love to have a someone as cute as yourself stick around. Let me go get you some clothes to put on. " He said before getting up and going to grab something for you to put on, coming back with a pair of shorts and one of his sweatshirts. Turning away to give you the chance to change.

After putting the clothes on he gave you, he turned back around and he gently pat your head, " What is your name darling? " he asked softly motioning for you to join him on the couch in front of the fire place,

" Y/N. " you responded as you slowly moved up and sat beside him, " That's a beautiful name, my name is Vox. " he said back, introducing himself.

It was nice to finally have a warm place to stay, Vox was a nice person so it didn't take long for him to earn your trust and for the two of you to become close.

Shu Yamino

You had just been kicked out of your home into a blizzard simply because you were different than the rest of your family, you were the only one who had cat ears and a tail as well as a cat form you could switch to at any time. You were thrown out in your human form, it didn't take long for the cold to almost completely zap your energy, you had nothing besides the clothes and shoes you were wearing and no jacket of any sort. So you were left walking down the street, knee deep in show, shivering and exhausted.

You had been knocking on doors, begging people to let you in just for a moment to warm up and call someone but you were turned away everywhere you went. Tears of frustration welled up in your eyes as you continued trudging along in the snow. Soon coming up to a house with an open garage, you stopped and looked inside, there were a few blankets stacked on a shelf inside, looking at the house it seemed like there wasn't anyone home and you didn't understand why someone would leave their garage open in the middle of a blizzard. But you decided to go inside to get away from the cold, grabbing one of the blankets and curling up in a corner of the garage.

Inside the house, the purple eyes that belonged to the homeowner had seen you wondering around outside and had seen his neighbors turn you away when asking for a warm place to stay. When he saw your trembling form starting to walk down the street, he opened his garage as an invitation for you to come inside, get one of the freshly washed and warm blankets in the garage so you could find some warmth as well as preparing some hot chocolate and some food to bring out to you.

He grabbed the drink and snacks and made his way down to his garage, opening the door and walking over to you, " Um, hello, I couldn't help but see you outside and I opened my garage so you could come inside to warm up. " He spoke carefully as to not spook you, he watched you stir only to see a little furry head pop out from under the blanket before you turned back into a human turning to face him with wide eyes. Before he walked over and set down the drink and the food he brought out, looking at you with wonder in his eyes while you stared back at him unsure of whether or not to trust him. He soon spoke with a soft voice, " You use magic too..? " he asked softly, his eyes shining with hope before you nodded, explaining what you were and how you were able to shift back and fourth between human and cat. He listen intently, asking questions and showing an interest in you. That made a warm fuzzy feeling creep up into your chest, He had introduced himself as Shu Yamino and seemed to be happy when you timidly introduced yourself. You sat with him for hours, talking and getting to know him. He seemed sweet enough and if he wanted to harm you, he would have done so already. His warm and welcoming aura made it very easy to feel safe with him, He let you have some human food and gave you the warm milk he had brought down, looking towards the open garage door seeing the storm had started to get worse, he cleared his throat and looked at you, " The storm seems to be getting a lot worse, I don't think it would be a good idea to go out again. Sooo I'm asking if you are okay with staying here? " he asked softly, you looked at him and explained that after the storm was over, you would be out of his hair, you promised he wouldn't have to deal with you for long after the storm to which he looked surprised, " No no! I'm asking if you would like to stay WITH me. You wouldn't have been out in the freezing cold if you had somewhere to go right? So I would like you to stay, permanently. Look I know we only just formally met but it would be nice to have someone around during the storm. " He explained. Your eyes were wide as you listened to him, he actually wanted you to.. stay? Wasn't he afraid you were going to do something, that your whole situation was made up? As if he read your mind, he smiled and chuckled softly, " I've seen you around before with people who I assume was your family? I saw they didn't really pay much attention to you and I could hear how they spoke to you so I know your telling the truth about that part. I'm putting a lot of trust in you because I don't want you to feel alone. " He said smiling. His words brought tears to your eyes before accepting his offer, smiling Shu got up went to a keypad and shut the garage door and came back over, offering his hand, " C'mon let's get inside the actual house, I'll get you some hot food and I'll get you some more hot chocolate okay? " he said with the signature v shaped smile you would eventually come to love very dearly.

Luca Kaneshiro

When you were very young, you were adopted by a family with mafia ties. You were only a baby when you were adopted so your feline features didn't come in until later on and that was when the family showed their true colors. They shunned you, saying you weren't actually family because of your different appearance and abilities. Whenever anyone came to the house, you were ordered to change into your cat form and stay out of sight. You learned your family were paid a lot of visits by the boss. You never saw him, you only knew what your family told you:

" He hates cats! " " He'd throw you out if he saw your ears and tail! " " He could never accept you because of your abilities!"

You were afraid of what could happen if he ever saw you. Until a day came where you were told to shift and stay out of sight because the boss was stopping by. You did as you were told and went off into another room. While in the room, you were able to hear the voices in the living room, you could hear the boss's voice. He didn't sound scary, in fact his voice sounded very welcoming. Curiosity got the better of you and you shifted into your human form and you crept out of the room and down the hall, peeking around the corner and you saw him, he was a tall man. A white suit, a white fluffy coat adorned his broad shoulders, he had blond hair and purple eyes. His Australian accent made him sound very welcoming compared to the harsh and cold voices you heard on a daily basis from your family. " I think you know why I'm here. " he spoke to the family and crossed his arms. Each member taking turns speaking while you stayed peeking around the corner listening in, you knew there would be hell to pay if you got caught but you were stuck staring at the man that was the boss. And before you could even realized that the room fell silent, you realized you were staring into the purple eyes of the tall blond man. Before seeing the look on your adoptive father's face, you quickly turned, shifted into a cat and bolted back to the room you were supposed to be staying in, hidden. You could hear the sound of footsteps accompanied by the voice of the blond man, " Who was that and why did she run away? " he asked followed the the jumbled replies from the people you called family. You had left the door open just a crack and the blond man had caught sight of your tiny furry body so he opened the door and flicked on the light, " Since when did you guys have a cat? And why didn't you tell me there was a cat and another person here? " he asked squatting down, you hissed and pushed yourself further into the corner afraid he was going to get angry about you being there. Each member of your family had a different explanation,

" We just got them. " " They aren't friendly and we don't want them to scratch anyone. " " You must have been seeing things, there isn't another person here! " " It must've been an intruder. " None of their stories lined up and you could see the annoyance on the blond man's face, before turning to you and a gentle look came across his face, " Hey there, aren't you a cute little thing. I'm sorry if I frightened you. " he spoke in a calm and gentle tone so he didn't frighten you further. At this point, it wasn't him you were afraid of, it was the furious glares of the family behind him. You wanted to go towards the blond man, his welcoming smile beckoned you forward but the glares of the people behind him, kept you back. He hummed and he scooted a little closer and he spoke softly, " My name's Luca, Luca Kaneshiro. I promise I'm not as scary as I seem, I won't hurt you. " he spoke softly while putting his hand out, with a new found courage, you came forward and rubbed against his gloved hand. The family behind him getting angrier with you the longer you stayed close to Luca. Before he stood up and turned around asking why they lied to him, each family member stammered, stumbling over their words before you decided to shift back into a human being and give Luca a straight answer,

" They're ashamed of me, my appearance and my abilities. " You spoke causing Luca to spin around and stare at you with wonder in his eyes like a child, " Whoaaaaa! That's so cool! " he said looking at your ears then examining your tail. After excitedly looking at you, he turned to the people behind him, " You lied to me and hid someone from me. " he said, his bubbly demeanor disappearing and turning into a menacing stare, your family struggled to give a proper excuse. Finally having had enough of their bull, Luca crossed his arms and spoke once again,

" Then if you are so ashamed of them, then you won't mind them coming with me permanently. " he said to them, you could sense it was more of a demand than a request. Each person in your so called family tried to reason with him and tried to convince him that you were very happy with them which you denied without hesitation. To which he took your hand and pulled you up next to him, putting his arm around your shoulder, " Then it's settled, they'll be coming with me where they WILL be happy. " he said pulling you along. As you walked past, you felt the hateful stares your family gave you before being yanked along by the hand, Luca's cheerful and bubbly demeanor coming back, " C'mon! I can't wait to introduce you to my friends! They'll love you! " He said happily pulling you along to his car. Ike Eveland

Being in your feline form was the easiest on you when you were tired. But it got you into trouble very quickly, after not being able to turn back, an animal shelter had picked you up. And you had been spending most of your time within a kennel where people could come in, see you, interact with you and then decide if you were going to be their new family member. Every family you had gotten were horrid. They mistreated you and you ended up having to escape every time, only to be found and returned to the shelter. With time, you grew very untrusting of anyone and everyone who tried to get close. Weeks at the shelter turned into months and you weren't letting anyone get close enough to you. You would hiss and swipe at everyone who tried fearing mistreatment. That was until HE came into the shelter. You were laying down before hearing the door open and soothing kind male voice spoke to the attendant, you lifted your head and caught sight of a young man, he was wearing heeled boots, he had pale skin, ear length brown hair and green eyes. He spoke about wanting to adopt a cat and was taken along to meet all the cats up for adoption. He went along before his soft green eyes met your untrusting ones. He asked to see you and he knelt down, " Why is this one all by themselves? " He asked, the attendant explained to him that you were brought back multiple times, you didn't trust anyone, hissed and swiped at anyone who dared to get close and it was safer to keep you separate. The man's kind green eyes gazed into yours before you turned away and he spoke, " Well... I want them to trust me because I'm positive I could give them a good home. " he said softly before sitting down right outside the kennel, " I don't care how long it takes. " he added with a smile. The attendant didn't try to stop him, in fact she provided him with treats for you. He would lay them down close enough to you so you could reach them without having to get too close. He spent his time on the floor next to your kennel door, giving you treats and talking to you. You refused to give in, you weren't about to fall for another shit home. But he kept coming back, he didn't give up. He spent most of his days sitting with you, giving you treats and talking to you. Slowly but surely, he began to get through to you, he was able to give you treating out his hand and he would smile wide whenever you felt comfortable enough to get close to him without flinching and running back to the comfort of your kennel.

And after months of sitting on the floor with you, you finally let him pet your head. He was over the moon and you were taken to his home that day. It took a little getting used to but he treated you like royalty. It was then, you weren't thinking about it when you turned back into human form. You had scars from previous homes, your ears and tail gave the man you came to know as Ike Eveland confirmation that you were indeed the timid little feline he brought back to his home. After sitting with him and explaining what happened, what you were and your ability to shapeshift, you told him you were so sorry and you would get out of his hair as quickly as possible. You were quick to get up and before you could bolt for the door, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back, " Don't leave! You being human has not changed anything. I brought you home because I felt you were lonely and needed someone. " he said and deep down you knew he was right. You had grown so close to Ike and you felt safe with him. He sat with you and spent hours convincing you to stay with him. In the end, you caved and you promised to stay with him. And from that day, you were always with him, he treated you like royalty, introduced you to his friends and they loved you. You were so happy and you felt very loved.

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ptersparkers · 1 year

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hiii can you write something w Aaron where maybe he has a soft spot for Reader?

hi hi! i hope you enjoy this one and thank you for the request! x

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The small town in Kansas is colder than you’d anticipated.

The precinct isn’t helping either. It’s cold inside the building, which surprises you because it’s nearly the same temperature outside. You’re already off to a bad start in your day because your favorite jacket to bring on work trips is hanging in the motel closet.

Half of the team is gathered around the white board that has the names and photos of victims and possible suspects. Aaron, Dave, and Emily are already inside when you approach and you waste no time in formalities before diving into the conversation while the rest of the team are in the field.

An hour goes by and your best efforts aren’t enough to keep you warm. The burnt coffee isn’t helping your shivers and neither is constantly pacing around the room. Emily and Dave step out for a momentary break when Aaron sees you rub your arms as you look at reports from where you’re seated.

“Cold?” Aaron asks.

“A little,” you confess with a shrug. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Where’s your jacket?”

“I left it in the motel because I was running late,” you sigh, flipping through a multitude of reports.

He doesn’t hesitate when taking off his quarter zip pullover and you’re more than shocked when he hands it to you.

“Sir, I can’t take your sweater.”

“You’re freezing,” Aaron says, his voice laced with concern.

“You’ll be cold, though,” you say with a frown. Aaron chuckles and gestures at the pullover in his hands. He watches as your nimble fingers grasp the fabric.

“I’ll be fine. You look like you need it more than I do.”

You try not to blush as you tug the sweater over your head. The fabric is warm and you nearly melt when you think about how it smells exactly like Aaron. He gives you a once over, a smile adorning his face when he sees that you’re much warmer than you were when you walked into the precinct.

Emily and Dave come back a few minutes later with coffee for the entire room. Both of them look between the two of you, and you’ve made yourself busy with looking through police reports to notice Aaron trying his best to divert their attention from you and back to the case at hand.

Hours later, the team has regrouped at the latest crime scene to examine a lead that you had caught during your examination of police reports. Spencer’s the first to ask you if you’re wearing Aaron’s sweater and you’re bashful enough to answer. Derek hides a laugh that Aaron isn’t all too appreciative of.

“Jesus, my hands are so cold,” you mutter to yourself. Aaron’s ears perk up and when he looks at you, you look as though you might fall from exhaustion. “I’m not built for this type of weather.”

“Why don’t we wrap up and get some coffee,” JJ suggests. “I saw a place up the road I wanted to try.”

“We should probably get back to the precinct to finish the profile,” Aaron says.

“Please?” you ask, rubbing your hands together. “We could use the break and the extra energy.”

Aaron looks at you and relents.

“Let’s finish up and get some coffee.”

There’s a collective hum of agreement from the rest of the team and it urges all of you to finish the task at hand as quickly as possible. Derek nudges your arm with his elbow and you shoot him a quizzical look, but he just laughs.

JJ leads all of you to the quaint coffee shop that smells like pumpkin spice and feels like a warm embrace. Everyone takes turns ordering and paying for their coffee, and you can’t help but salivate at the thought of sipping on a quality latte when all you’ve had is burnt coffee from the precinct. You’re about to pay for your latte when Aaron hands his credit card to the barista and orders a black coffee.

Emily and JJ are giggling like schoolgirls and Dave doesn’t hide his amusement. You’re somewhat in awe of this kind gesture and tell Aaron that you’ll pay him back, but he brushes you off and he tells you that it’s not a problem.

“Aaron,” you say pointedly, “seriously. Let me at least return the favor.”

He looks at you fondly and doesn’t correct you when you forego the formal names everyone’s been calling him. Instead, he looks at you with what almost seems like adoration when you say his name.

“When we get back.” The barista hands Aaron his coffee and he breaks his gaze. Emily snorts and Aaron pretends like his coworkers hadn’t caught him paying for your coffee. Your name is called last and you walk to the pick-up counter while Aaron rejoins the group.

“What, can’t afford to buy a coffee for all of us?” Dave muses.

“No,” is all he says because you’re walking back towards the group and Aaron feels like his cheeks might be a little too red.

When the case ends, it’s eleven in the morning and all of you elect to fly back to Quantico the moment the jet is ready. You thank your lucky stars and text your cousin that you’re, for once, available to meet for dinner that night while he’s in town.

You keep yourself busy with an extra book you’ve packed. The chatter on the jet is muffled by the sound of the aircraft and when Aaron walks to the kitchenette to make himself a cup of coffee, he asks you if you want anything.

“Can you make me a cup of tea?” Emily asks from in front of you.

“You know where the tea bags are,” Aaron says before turning around to get you a bottle of water that you’d asked for.

“Aaron whipped for you,” she says when he’s out of earshot.

“I don’t know about that,” you say. “He’s my boss.”

“Your boss who’s whipped,” Derek interjects. “Come on, sweetness. Giving you his jacket and buying you coffee? You don’t see him doing that for any of us, do you?”

“Look, this pathetic little crush I have on him will die down soon and you guys don’t have to tease me for it,” you whisper, afraid that Aaron might be standing behind you. “Besides, it’s inappropriate.”

“Oh, honey, we aren’t teasing,” Emily relents. “We’re stating the facts.”

“You of all people know that Aaron can bend a few rules,” Derek says. “I mean, look at Rossi.”

You sneak a glance at the man who sits adjacent to you and he winks.

“Not you too,” you groan.

Aaron returns momentarily and you thank him for the water. You’re grateful that neither Derek nor Emily have decided to tease the two of you as Aaron takes a seat beside you, and you do your best to focus on the book in front of you.

The jet lands mid-afternoon and your go-bag is tucked away in a drawer in your desk when Penelope greets you with a bone crushing embrace. She smells of vanilla and sweet flowers, and you realize that you’ve missed her bubbly presence after being stuck in a small town for a week and a half.

“God, I missed you guys,” Penelope says, moving from you to Emily, who walked in after you did. “Are you still going out with Adam tonight?”

“That’s the plan,” you say with a pleasant smile. “He’s picking me up in a few hours so I’m gonna try my best to not look like a zombie that came back to life.”

“Are you guys still going to that Italian place near your apartment?” Emily chimes in, leaning against your desk. “God, I’ve wanted to eat there for ages.”

“Hell yes,” you say with vigor. “He offered to pay so who am I to say no to free dinner?”

“I miss Adam,” Penelope says while dramatically fanning her face. “I will never forget when he took us to a cocktail bar and paid the bill like it was nothing. That is a man.”

“Who’s Adam?” Aaron says from behind you.

“A hunk of a man,” Penelope responds, almost as if she’s stuck in a daydream.

He remains quiet for a moment.

“I hope you enjoy dinner,” Aaron says before beelining for his office.

“Uh-oh,” JJ speaks. “I think Hotch might be a little jealous.”

“Jealous?” you ask. “Of my cousin?”

“I get the feeling that he doesn’t know Adam’s your cousin,” says Emily. “You should probably go in there.”

“And do what, Em? I’m gonna embarrass myself by explaining that Adam’s my cousin because Hotch probably doesn’t care that I’m going out with someone.”

“Girl, you are absolutely delusional,” Penelope chides. She gives your shoulder a nudge with her own. “He practically threw a fit just now. Hotch likes you and the only person who doesn’t know that is you.”

You sputter. “No he doesn’t.”

“Tell that to the man who’s brooding in his office because you’re going on a date tonight,” JJ points out.

“It’s not a date.”

“Again, Hotch doesn’t know that.”

You’re so wrapped up in the thought that Aaron might feel the same that you don’t register your feet carrying you into his office. You knock once with your heart thumping in your chest and his voice beckons you inside.

“Y/N,” he says. “Can I help you?”

“Do you want to get coffee with me this weekend?” you blurt out. “I still owe you a cup.”

“I don’t think that’s appropriate,” Aaron says. Your heart sinks and you’re wondering if you still have a job tomorrow.

“Oh.”

Your voice is small and you hide behind the false confidence you had from when you walked into his room. Aaron’s standing by his cabinets, filing away reports, when he turns to look at you.

“I just mean,” he begins. Aaron stops himself and you watch him shift his balance on either leg. “It would be inappropriate to take you up on coffee when you have a date tonight.”

“I’m not going on a date, Aaron.”

He raises his eyebrows in confusion. “You’re not?”

“No,” you say quietly, taking a step towards him. “Adam’s my cousin. He moved to the west coast a few months ago and I don’t get to see him as often as we used to, but he’s in town this week.”

“And you’re meeting up with him,” Aaron remarks slowly as if he’s piecing what you’re saying together.

“Exactly,” you say. “Besides, I’d really like to get coffee with you.”

Aaron’s gaze is fixed on you.

“Yeah?” You nod, biting your lip out of habit.

“Yeah. How does Saturday morning sound?”

“I can do Saturday morning,” Aaron replies.

“It’s a date.”

You leave his office with a lovesick grin on your face that Derek’s the first one to call you out for and from what you can see through his half-closed blinds, Aaron’s wearing the same look on his face.

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juvenillia · 6 months

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~ Death of Peace of Mind ~ 15: teasing

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

photo credits go to very talented @ave661

a/n: maybe I got a bit too carried away in this one but yeah, let me know what you think

CW/TW: mentions of loss, violence, jealousy, dubcon, touch/assault, use of petnames, guilt, regret

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"So, you're doing it?", the female voice rang through the speaker. "It's a mission, of course I'm doing it.", your voice was determined but still a bit shaky. Maybe you were just too exhausted. The sleepless nights sapping on your energy. "We know it's a special operation, so we at least want you to choose your partner yourself.", Price’s voice was soft but still firm. "I'd recommend Riley." Laswell's words instantly let your stomach take a turn. You couldn't choose him for too many reasons. So many you totally wouldn't share with your literal boss. Still Laswell continued. "He would act on it with the most professional interests." - "But the mask." - "Even better. Nobody knows who he actually looks like and if it's an order he wouldn't even hesitate." You felt like throwing up. Price looked concerned at you but tried to keep his face clear.

"No, no way. I respect his boundaries. I'm going with MacTavish.", you answered bluntly and quick before the discussion could go anymore in a direction you didn't want to. "You sure about that?", Price’s voice was a bit surprised, but the situation was a special occasion. Such operations were never easy and never a thing because the 141 handled such situations differently. They had their own ways to get the insider information that was required. Mostly this way was harsh and bone crushing. But now they had an ace up their sleeve. They had you on the team, a woman. And therefore, a really beautiful one. That opened a new door of possibilities. "Alright. So, Sergeant MacTavish it is. I'll arrange everything." The line went dead, and you looked at Price. "You know how this op will go." - "I'm familiar with that kinda thing. Yeah. Gonna talk with him tomorrow." - "Thank you, Skadi." - "No need to thank me, sir. It's my job." Price knew that those missions were nerve-wracking for everyone included, and he swore to himself, that he would only sent you out on it if you were fine with it. "You know what I mean.", he simply added before following you to the common room to be reunited with the rest of the 141.

That was yesterday, and now you found yourself in the shared office, figuring the best way out to tell Johnny about his luck. Your mind was racing. Once for the situation that you again fell asleep in the common room and got carried back to your room by one of the boys. How Beth explained later it was Simon, again. Only the thought of the situation let your stomach ramble. No, we won't call it butterflies, we just don't. For the second reason it was definitely the whole situation you found yourself in. You didn't mind the operation itself nor the fact that Johnny was to be by your side. It was just the fact that you were never the type to enjoy social gatherings that much, especially such big and fancy ones. You hated it back then, the hand shaking, sweet talking and complimenting just to get approval and support from rich people which thought of themselves way too much. Back then you played already a role, but this time would be different and more difficult. Pretending to be a completely different person with a completely other life plus of course your beloved boyfriend, Johnny had to pretend to be. Invading enemy terrain to get intel in nothing more than a fancy dress which would reveal way too much skin. No gun in your hands, no knives strapped to your body. You would be served to them on a silver plate. Those missions were triggering your anxiety more than infiltrating an enemy base the offensive way.

"Slept well?", a deep teasing voice ripped you out of the haze your thoughts were. You blinked utterly confused at the Lieutenant who just placed a cup in front of you. Hot steam leaving it in dancing movements upwards till they vanished. You could see how his mask moved, and how he had to wear a smile beneath it. A deep blush made its way onto your cheeks. Since when was he so cocky with his comments? What did change in the last days? And worse did you do something embarrassing? Hells bells, did you speak during your sleep?

He let out a nearly inaudible chuckle while taking his place at his desk across from yours. Your reaction was enough answer for him, still he wanted to push it. It was only the two of you in the office by now, so he would take advantage of it. "Will ya keep fallin' asleep 'n me? Just out 'f curiosity." His voice was so cocky, so teasing. You wanted the ground to open and swallow you right now.

After Simon's anger about the intruder vanished, he saw a chance of being just a bit more offensive with you. Only jokingly teasing, only the way like you would do with Johnny or Kyle all the time. It wouldn’t change a thing he believed. He wanted to test the waters but seeing you all flustered and overwhelmed did something to him. And maybe there was a chance that you would call him 'darling', just the way you did with him. He didn't know how he would react; he didn't know what it would take you to grow this comfortable around Simon, but he would try to find out. Maybe it would be his doom, but maybe his elysium.

This was the moment Johnny walked through the door. "Good morning everyo..." - "MacTavish, just the guy I was looking for.", you yelled out and before he could react, you jumped up from your place, took the cup of tea Simon brought you in one hand and the other hand grabbed Johnny's wrist while dragging him outside. Shoving Kyle aside while he tried to enter the office and just looked dumbfounded after you two and then at Simon. The taller Brit just shrugged, usually the situation would kind of bug him, but right now, he was too satisfied with your morning encounter and started on the reports. A victorious smile well hidden behind the mask.

"So, yer gonna be my wifey, eh?", Johnny looked with raised brows at you, wearing a cocky smile. You dragged him into one of the empty briefing rooms where you explained everything to him. "Fiancée. And stop the teasing. Bloody hell.", you rolled your eyes while he nudged your foot with his. He stood in front of you, not too far away but also not really close, leaning against one of the tables. "Fiancée.", he repeated mockingly.

"We should talk about boundaries. Lines we shouldn’t cross, things we're fine with and things we're not.", you stated while crossing your arms in front of your chest. Johnny nodded, and suddenly some thoughts flashed his mind. Thoughts he pushed aside for now. Of course, Johnny knew how important that mission was, but he still was a teasing piece of shit. It took you a few to sort things out and to get him to take this talk serious, without any more teasing and jokes. You were professionals after all.

"That's only the emergency exit. Ya hear me?", you looked serious at him while taking the last few sips out of the cup and ending your talk. You did really go through any possibility that could happen. "Got it. And now we're talking about Lt making you, and only you, tea and why you didn't choose him for the fake dating mission. Eh?", he raised his brows once more at you, this cocky grin back at his lips. You felt the heat back on your cheeks and wished you could just throw the cup after him. Instead, you rolled your eyes and raised your hands in a warning gesture. "Already thinking about divorce now.", you laughed, and Johnny pouted jokingly before each of you went after the preparation for this special operation.

It was around six in the evening as Laswell helped you with your hair and makeup. She told you, that she always had to doll up her wife and you had to admit, she did an amazing job. You were standing in the bathroom of the fancy hotel just some blocks away from the benefits gala. Putting the jewelry and dress on, Kate had prepared for you. The jewelry was made to be your decent communication device for the night. It would keep you in contact with Price and Ghost who were arranged as guards for the gala. So, Johnny and you wouldn't be completely out in the open.

You slipped the dress on and cursed to yourself. It was tight just at the right places and hugged your curves perfect. It hadn't a huge cleavage, but a slit up to your leg, nearly too high for your liking. Somehow you were still glad that this fabric was divided there because otherwise you weren't even able to move properly. The silky fabric moved delightful as you took a turn in front of the mirror. It definitely wasn't something you despised wearing, you felt pretty of course, but you'd preferred your cargo pants and a turtleneck. You could say you felt too much like eye candy, but that was what you were supposed to be today. A decoy to attract the hopefully right persons to spill some intel.

You went with Kate to the room the boys were put to. Kyle was already on the computers to invade the security cameras, that you could be a step ahead. Just in case. Ghost seated next to him, wearing an all-black suit with a pair of unholy tight pants, and a completely black balaclava. Going through the process over and over again. Price was in the same suit, helping Johnny to adjust his bow tie. He wore a casual and elegant suit, that matched the color of your dress. Simon was the one to open the door for you and Kate as soon as she knocked and how happy he was to wear this god damn mask.

His breath hitched as soon as he laid his eyes on your figure. You just walked past him, trying to ignore the burning feeling inside of you. Your work brain needed to take over now. Kyle only whistled, looking astonished in your direction. You rolled your eyes while pushing your hands in your hips. "Zip it, Garrick!", you glared at him, and he only rose his hands in defense. "If yer saying something against my wifey I'm gonna end yer.", Soap said while slipping a hand around your shoulder. Maybe Johnny was already a bit to comfortable in his role.

Simon stood still in place, frozen, mesmerized by your presence. The only thing that brought him back was Johnny's hand on your shoulder. The shoulder that was stained with a fresh scar of your latest meeting with a bullet and guilt came up his chest. His eyes travelled down to your hips, the place where another nasty scar would stay forever now. Scars were part of the job, nothing special but thinking about how your beautiful body was stained with them.

Just then he realized how perfectly fitted the dress was. Literally nothings were left to the imagination, his imagination. His eyes lingered just there, hoping that his brain would be able to remind him of this picture as often as possible. He’d love to change the picture of your blood-stained body into this one. And he made sure to be as close to your side tonight as possible. "Fiancée. Johnny. Fiancée.", you corrected him annoyed. "Why is that even so important?" - "We need a good story with enough personal information to spill. Because only then people will spare theirs. We have to be convincing." Johnny playfully rolled his eyes at your correction. "Alright ladies. We must go!", Laswell clapped in her hands and Price pulled an identical balaclava, like Simon already wore, over his head.

The start of the evening went off smoother than expected. Johnny didn't leave your side, always having an arm around your waist or on your back. It was quite reassuring, and his constant presence made it easier for you to entertain the people. Johnny did most of the talking and you just had to look pretty. That wasn't hard at all. Plus, you always felt save feeling the intense glance of Ghost on you. No matter where you were, you knew he was close. Sometimes you couldn't even see him, like a real ghost hiding in the shadows. You wore an earpiece on the side that was covered by your hair. So that you could at least got some hints from the boys. No matter if it was from Kyle observing the whole place or your two guards. And it was somehow funny that wherever you looked all the waitresses and securities wore those masks. Of course, you were a bit disappointed when you found out that he gonna keep the mask on even now, still you didn't want to cross his boundaries, that’s why you didn’t choose him for the mission and that is the reason you told Johnny. From time to time, you heard Price's or Gaz' voice over the earpiece, commenting on stuff people said. Simon stayed silence most of the time. Johnny had no earpiece, because he simply had nothing that could hide it, so he had to promise to stay close. At least in the sight of Price.

It was in a moment when Soap and you weren't surrounded by anyone, just then you caught him. Simon standing afar, next to a pillar and staring continuously at you. But something in his glance was different. Was it a hint of jealousy? Your eyes met for a second before a genuine smile flashed over your face. Johnny stood close to you, still an arm around you his eyes searching for your next victim, and you couldn't prevent the words to slip over your lips. "Lieutenant.", you said calm averting your gaze to not make it too obvious. Leaning a bit further into your fake fiancé. He hummed in confirmation over the comms. Still staring at you, not daring to look away. Too scared that it would be a dream and the image in front of him would be gone as soon as he blinked. "You’re staring.", you said with the most teasing voice you could and just then you could see from the corner of your eyes that he abruptly looked away. "Just observing.", he cleared his throat. It led to a sweet and satisfied laugh. The game he started could be played by two.

"Says the lass that shamelessly checked his arse in those tight suit pants out.", Johnny's cocky voice was heard, and you instantly buried your face deeper in his shoulder. You hoped that nobody at the other end of the comms could hear him. He started to laugh and patted your back. "Yer secret's save with me. Dinnea yer worry, bonnie.", he smiled while your face was drowning in embarrassment and you just prayed to everything you hold dear, that Johnny would keep his promise.

The evening became a bit harder when you decided to split up, to get as many people to talk to you as possible. It was after an unpleasant talk with a way too drunken man, that you took a little break excusing yourself to the bathroom. He at least gave a few things away that could help you. Still, you felt a disgusting shadow creeping over your skin. Men were easy to manipulate, still you hated it. You just hoped the night would be over soon and that you could wash yourself clean with a cold shower.

As soon as you stepped out of the bathroom you couldn't help but felt another shiver run down your spine. Another guy seemed to have followed you, because just then you felt an unfamiliar hand creeping around your waist. You immediately tensed and needed to fight the urge to throw him over your shoulder. He lowered his head to your ear that wasn’t covered by your hair. "There is someone who wants to meet you, doll." It made your hair stand to an end, but you needed to suppress it. Whoever wanted to see you could be a very helpful informant. You were lucky that he couldn’t see your face that was coated in sheer disgust. He let his hand wander further down, and the feeling to just break his wrist became stronger and stronger.

But you weren't the only one that had this urge, just to the misery of the poor guy. Ghost snatched his shoulder and yanked him with full force away from you. He nearly growled at him before standing in front of you. Shielding you away. "Leave 'e lady alone. She's already expected.", he hissed through gritted teeth and the douchebag ran away as fast as possible.

You looked in disbelief at him as he turned around to face you properly. Making sure nobody else would watch, you glared at him. "What the hell?! He could have led to important information.", you crossed your arms. "That wasn't appropriate. I needed to intervene!", he only hissed, trying to keep his voice as low as possible. He would never raise his voice at you, still he needed to clarify his point. "I was completely okay... that's how those things work. It's the most efficient way.", you paused for a moment. You didn't want to scold him for something that would be the right thing to do, because indeed it wasn't okay how the man treated you. Still, he interrupted a chance of good information.

"You really need to let myself decide if I'm fine or not." Simon clenched his fist. He knew you were right, but watching how that guy touched you without your consent, without your approval that made him furious. Seeing the discomfort in your eyes. He wouldn't let anything like this happen, to no-one, but especially not to you. You could feel how tense he was; he didn't answer to your outburst. You sighed; one more look around before your arms dropped to your side. "You trust me?", your eyes searched for his and he nodded slowly, not averting his glance. "Let's agree on a sign.", you exhaled not braking eye contact either.

You went back in the main hall, still the burning gaze from Ghost on your back, you moved through the groups of people until you caught a word that completely caught your interest. "He changed since the incident." - "Well, Camilo was his brother." You took a place in the circle, greeting everyone with a sweet smile. Camilo had a brother. "He was his twin! You know how twins have this weird connection..." A twin, that made sense why you thought you saw Camilo running around that chem factory. Price and Simon assured you millions of times that Ghost took him out before he caught that bullet.

People started starring at you, so you took a sip out of the glass in your hand. "I heard from the tragic accident.", you chimed with fake sympathy. "Oh, my dear. That wasn't an accident.", an older man touched your shoulder and left his hand there. Squeezing it softly. "He was taking care of.", you looked faked bewildered at him. And another woman joined. "He even moved the plans back, you know, to grief properly. Even gave him a funeral after finding his body. So, he has a heart after all." You nodded in understanding. Just then you heard a static voice over the comms "We got visitors.", Price announced and soon you could sense a different group of armed men entering over the higher up floor. They also wore balaclavas, but they moved differently.

You looked with a worried face around, searching for Johnny. That's when the hand of the older man started rubbing circles on your shoulder. "Don't worry my dear. They're here to protect us. I believe there is an uninvited guest." He looked at you with those lust blown pupils and it made you sick. If he would call you 'my dear' one more time you needed to throw up. "Those uninvited guests are you. Maybe we should leave.", Kyle's voice rang over the earpiece while he tracked every enemy. "Those Italians are always so impudent, but family is their highest good."-"Aren't they Mexicans?" - "Mexicans, Italians, Brazilians, Spanish. Aren't they all the same?!", the old men next to you chimed and all around started to laugh. You forced a laugh out of your throat as you saw another bunch of armed and masked men approaching the lower level. Your eyes searched for Soap. Kyle was right, you had to leave now. "Excuse me. I'm missing my beloved fiancé. Will be back soon.", you stated before moving through the mass of people. Johnny didn't hear anything the boys said due to the missing earpiece. You needed to find him.

It was Price’s voice that helped. "He's at the west entry. Gonna make sure you leave save. Ghost take care of the car." You moved as fast as possible without drawing any suspicion to the place Price described and Johnny was there. Discussing eagerly with no one else then the man from your hallway encounter with Ghost. That wouldn't end good.

"Darling, I'm feeling unwell. You think we can go back to the hotel.", you chimed with a cooing tone while your hands searched his. He looked at you and gladly understood immediately. The man looked surprised at you and insisted of you staying a little while longer. Somehow you made your way to the hallway, the only thing that separated you and the SUV that brought you out of here. Price made sure the way was clear and Ghost sat in the car, engine already rumbling low waiting for you to enter the vehicle.

"He's still following you and it seems like he got friends", Kyle declared over the comms. "Shit.", you hissed out while walking in those fancy heels. "We aroused suspicion, especially with our sudden leave.", Johnny said while trailing close behind. A thousand thoughts were rushing through your mind. There was only thing that might help, you sighed. Your eyes found a little corner, and you turned, taking Johnny's wrist, dragging him with you around.

"Yo, Skadi, wrong direction.", you could hear Kyle over the comms. "Emergency exit.", is all you said before muting the earpiece and Johnny immediately understood. That was the first moment he felt uneasy tonight. You pressed yourself against the wall, wrapped your hands around Johnny's neck while bringing him closer to you. His face just a breath away from yours. You looked in his eyes and he nodded, giving silently permission and you closed the gap between you. Your lips brushing over his, a bit stern but still eager, the intense feeling couldn't be denied. His hands were frozen on your waist, till you took one of them and placed it over your thigh. The leg hooking behind his body drawing him impossible closer. It needed to be a good show for them to buy it. Johnny's grip on your bare skin was tight, as his lips moved over yours. It felt nothing like you remembered a kiss, but that wasn't even one of those lust filled actions. It was your emergency exit.

"Bloody hell.", Kyle breathed out in utterly shock, staring at the screen in front of him. "What's happening?!", Ghost nearly barked through the earpiece while the grip around the steering wheel tightened. "Even when I told you, you wouldn't believe me.", Kyle chuckled not daring to blink. Ghost stayed silent, but his heart was pounding.

The man went around the corner and abruptly stopped as soon as he saw the image in front of him. Every suspicion leaving him, as he felt uneasy to watch. To your luck, he had some respect for the privacy and intimacy you just shared. Well, that's at least what you thought. That was the second time tonight he should feel a misfortune. But you couldn’t care. He left you alone and that was all that mattered.

Johnny and you broke away and he looked weird down at you. Somehow his face was full of concern, and regret and at the same time his cheeks burned, and he smiled oddly. “Keep it steady.”, you punched his chest while turning the earpiece on again and rolling your eyes at the Scot. "Just bought us some time. Sorry. On the way out now.", you said while walking back where you left your path. "Dinnea believe that this actually worked.", Johnny hissed a bit breathless next to you and you could hear Kyle joining with a "Same, you lucky bastard." You just rolled your eyes once more as you climbed into the back seat of the car next to Johnny while Ghost already navigated it to the hotel. You couldn't look at Johnny, so you simply stared out of the window. Johnny just stared into the distance in front of him. You agreed on it, you both did and still it left you in an awkward state of mind.

Simon's eyes trailed to the driving mirror, observant as always, he immediately noticed the stains of the red shade on Johnny's lips. His grip around the steering wheel tightened, letting his knuckles turn white when he had to force his eyes back onto the road.

"Good work!", Price said once more as he pulled off the mask, but all of you in the car stayed silent.

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Heart’s Munition

Chapter 7

Pairing: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x Maid!reader

Word count: 6.3k

Warning: mention of blood/blood splatter, gun use, gunshot, knife use, non-con touching (not Steve), SA, attempted rape, bruises, beating, angst, protective Steve

A/N: I really liked writing this chapter. Here we have a situation in which reader knows that Steve is in the mob but has never been in direct contact with any type of violence or anything until she is… We also find out who the woman that broke Steve's heart is (Are we surprised who it is?) We'll find out why later on so here we go....

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“One more piece of tape.” You said as you held your hand out.

“Here you go.”

You place the tape on the last corner and then smooth it out to make sure it stays in place.

“Mom are you done?” Eli pops his head into the room you’re in. “They’re downstairs.”

“Yes, come on.”

You and Eli were two balls of energy. Everything was in place and Regina was more than supportive in your excitement. For the last two days you had been working on getting a room ready for Peter. He was finally being released from the hospital and considering how things were going Steve thought it would be better if Peter stayed for a while.

There’s voices coming from the hallway so you and Eli stand together and wait for the door to open. Steve smiles as he opens the door and steps inside. Peter is right behind him.

“Welcome home.” You and Eli yell at the same time. Peter, still being medicated, is startled before he starts laughing.

“Thanks guys. Did you help decorate?” He asks Eli who walked up to Peter and hugged him gently.

“Yeah. Do you wanna watch a movie?”

“That sounds like a great idea bud.”

“Eli, let Peter get settled first. Why don’t you go help Dom make some snacks for the two of you?”

“Ok ma. I’ll be right back.” Eli says before he’s running out the door.

“It’s good to see you’re back.” You said as you gave Peter a hug of your own.

“Glad to be back too.”

You smile as you help him get comfortable in bed. Regina helps by getting his bags from Sam and sorting out the items.

“Who’s she?” Peter nods in her direction.

“This is Regina, the newest member of our staff.”

Peter gives her an awkward smile and his eyes dart to Steve. He thought he’d find the boss checking her out but his eyes were only on you. Peter knew from the first moment Steve liked you but he was stubborn. He wouldn’t let emotions cloud his judgment. Steve had warned him to keep a level head and to keep feelings out of the business. But seeing him now it would seem as if his boss was going against his own advice.

“Nice to meet you. Let me know if you need anything.” Regina offers. “I’m going to get back to work.”

“Thanks.” Steve says as he moves so that she can reach the door.

You stay for a few more minutes catching up with Peter before you excuse yourself too. Bucky and Sam walk out with you.

“We’ll let you get settled but we do have to talk about what happened at some point.” Steve says.

“Of course boss.” Peter nods. “I’m glad you brought them here. Y/N and Eli I mean. It was just the two of them and with Eli as sick as he is Y/N needs all the support she can get.”

“And she has it now. Why didn’t you tell me about her and her son?”

Peter looks down at his hands.

“You’re not in trouble.”

“She asked me not to. Simple as that. Eli is her priority and I respected that.”

“You’re loyal, I like that about you kid.” Steve says. “You’re not keeping any other secrets from me are you?”

“No sir. Eli is the only thing I’ve ever kept a secret.”

“Good. Now get some rest.”

Steve flexed his hand, assessing the damage on his knuckles from the interrogation he’d been a part of. He hissed when the cold alcohol swab touched the open skin on his other hand.

“Don’t be a baby.” You murmur as you throw away the used alcohol pad.

You turn away from Steve to grab some ointment and when you turn back he’s lighting a cigarette.

“Hey.” Steve protests when you snatch the unlit cigarette from his mouth. “What the hell, I need a smoke. I'm stressed.”

“No smoking in the house.”

“It’s my house.” Steve argues back.

“Elijah can’t inhale smoke so either quit or go outside to the other end of the yard where he doesn’t play.”

“So now I can’t do whatever I want in my own house?” Steve glares at you but you aren’t intimidated by it.

You roll your eyes before taking his hand again and finish cleaning it up before moving around to the next one.

“I didn’t ask you to move in. You brought me here and told me this place was safe for me and my kid. Now if you go and trigger an asthma attack it won't be good for him.”

Steve huffs but agrees. He sits silently for a moment as he watches you.

“You know maybe I should get you a sexy nurse uniform.”

“And who would I wear it for?”

“Your only patient.” Steve says, matter of fact. “Do you think I’d let anyone else see you dressed in something like that?”

“I don’t know, I thought it was my choice who I let see me with or without clothes on.” You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, a smirk playing on your lips when Steve’s jaw clenched. “What? Does it bother you that I could go out there and find someone and let him take me home?”

Steve stands abruptly and spins you so that you’re chest to chest with him. His hands lay flat against the flat surface of the desk behind you, his eyes darkening at just the thought of someone else putting their hands on you. Your breath hitches at the intensity in his gaze.

“Do you really think I would let that happen? Let some asshole touch you.”

“It’s not up to you, Steve. I’m a grown woman, I can do whatever I want. Why do you care anyway? Are you still just trying to get me in your bed? Is this why you’ve been so helpful, you think that helping me with Eli will get me to sleep with you? I won’t risk it. My job is much more important than a one night stand with you. Besides I thought we were past this you sleeping with your maids thing.”

Steve groans in frustration, his head falling to your shoulder. You smile and play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“No. I’m helping you with Eli because I genuinely care.” He pulls back to look at you, his gaze much softer now. “Maybe I wasn’t clear enough before but I will be now. I want you. Not just for one night.”

“Well two nights isn’t going to cut it either.”

“You’re being a brat, you know that? I'm going to win you over.”

You laugh and get closer to his face, his eyes immediately going to your lips.

“Well I’m not going to make it easy for you.” You murmur and kiss the tip of his nose just as the door opens.

Bucky walks in, his steps falter as he watches the two of you separate yourself from one another.

“Hey Buck, right on time I was just finishing up here.” You say as if he didn’t walk in on the two of you in a compromising position.

“Uh-ok cool.”

You pick up the first aid kit and place it back in its spot within Steve’s office. As you head for the door you stop and turn to look at both men.

“How much longer is that mess going to be downstairs?” You asked about the nameless idiot that shot Peter.

“It will be cleaned up soon.”

“Ok, just let me know if you need me to take Eli out for the day. I don’t want him to see any of that.”

“Of course.” Steve smiled and you walked out.

“What was that about?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Steve waves his hand dismissively.

“Ok? Anyways, Beck still won’t talk. We’ve tried everything.”

Steve sighed as he ran a hand over his beard. “We’re going to have to call either Lloyd or Loki in. But we’ll move Beck first. I don’t want that done here.”

“I’ll figure out where to move him to.”

“Thanks, I’ll make the call.” Steve leans forward and grabs the phone while Bucky heads back out.

You heard Steve’s voice before you walked into Elijah’s room. Almost as soon as you had moved in, Eli requested that Steve read with him at night before bed. You told your son you weren’t sure that was possible but in the short time you’ve been there Steve hasn’t missed a night. Although reading didn’t take long, all of the medication Eli was on made him sleepy. It didn’t stop him from fighting it and trying to stay awake for just a few more minutes. You lean against the doorframe and watch Steve tuck Eli in and turn off the lamp next to his bed.

“Hey.” Steve says as he walks out of the bedroom.

“He didn’t put up much of a fight did he?”

“No.” Steve shakes his head. “I think all of the excitement of having Peter here wore him out.”

You smile while looking back into the darkened bedroom. “I’m not surprised. He loved when Pete would come over and play video games.”

Steve’s eyes were still on you when you looked back up at him. There was an intense feeling of need between the two of you as you stood in the quiet dimly lit hallway. One that pulled you closer to each other. He cleared his throat and you looked away.

“I have some business to attend to at one of my clubs. Will you be alright here alone?”

“Yeah. Peter is sleeping too and I think Dom had a poker game. I’m just gonna enjoy a nice bubble bath before bed.”

Steve groans and closes his eyes. You bite back a laugh.

“Do you need a hand with this bubble bath?”

You smile and shake your head before starting to walk backwards toward your own room. “I’m good, thanks. I can take care of myself just fine.”

“Tease.” Steve mutters as he watches you walk into your room.

****

Steve shook hands with his newest associate, Erik Killmonger. They had worked together before but this was going to be on a more permanent and lucrative basis. The two men were in the vip section with a drink in hand celebrating their new business deal.

They looked down at the sea of people dancing and drinking as they talked about logistics and expectations.

“Good evening gentlemen.” A sickly sweet voice called out from behind them.

It was a voice Steve recognized and immediately tensed because of it. He turned slowly, anger already rising within him. A glare was sent in the direction of the uninvited guest but she was unphased.

“What are you doing here, Sharon?” Steve demanded to know.

“I just came by to say hello, see how my old friend was doing.”

“You shouldn’t be here. Not my club and not in New York.”

She rolled her eyes and sat at one of the plush couches, motioning for a waitress to get her a drink. “I heard you were doing business and I have a proposition for you.”

Erik looked between the two and excused himself after mentioning something about someone catching his eye. It left Steve alone with Sharon although Bucky quickly and quietly joined them.

“So what do you say, Rogers? Want to make a deal?” Sharon asked as she batted her lashes at Steve.

“No. You shouldn’t even be in New York but I’ll be a gentleman and give you twelve hours to leave.” Steve nods at Bucky who moves and grabs Sharon by the arm.

“You can’t be serious? Is this because of Peggy?”

Steve tensed at the mention of her name. It brought back bitter and hurtful memories. He kept his expression unreadable though and looked back at the blonde.

“I’m a man of my word. I said I’d never work with The Carter Family again and I intend to keep it. I also told you that you have twelve hours to leave.”

Sharon pulls her arm away from Bucky’s hold. “It’s a shame you’re letting your emotions get in the way of a very lucrative deal.”

“Sharon-” Steve raised his hand to stop her from talking when she opened her mouth.

“Steve.”

“What Buck?” He looked over a Bucky, annoyed that he was being interrupted.

“We have to go. Check your phone.”

Steve pulls out his phone to find a few missed calls and texts from your phone.

Y/N: Steve mom needs help.

Y/N: Come home now!

Y/N: Please!!

Y/N: Answer your phone.

Steve immediately called you back but you didn’t answer. The urgency came from the first message that was obviously from Eli. He wasn’t sure how he missed yours and Peter’s calls but he left Sharon forgotten in his VIP section and headed back home with Sam and Bucky.

Eli and Peter were sleeping. Dom had gone to a weekly poker game with his friends. The house was quiet and you have wanted to take advantage of the bathtub in your room for a while. So that’s what you did. You lit some candles and added epsom salts and oils into the water. It was perfect. With some music playing softly in the background the only thing missing was a glass of wine. You grabbed your robe and headed downstairs with the intention of pouring yourself some.

It was while passing Elijah’s room that something felt off. While you left the door ajar it was opened a little too wide. Then there was a smell of cigarette smoke that bothered you. Especially after asking Steve not to smoke around him. You knew that request bothered him but he wouldn’t go do anything to harm Eli either. So you crept up to the door and peered inside just to make sure Eli was still asleep. You could see him on the bed sleeping soundly but the cigarette smoke clung in the air heavily. Since the room was dark other than the sliver of light that illuminated the bed you struggled to make anything else out.

You hear it before you see it. The deep inhale in the corner of the room. Then the lit cigarette. The person smoking takes a step out of his hiding place and you can barely make out his short slicked back hair and large frame. Your breathing stops as you stare at this stranger in your son’s room.

“Well what do we have here?” It’s almost a whisper but it sends an unpleasant shiver down your spine.

“Get out of this room right now.”

The stranger walked closer to you. He was tall and obviously strong. You were sure he would overpower you but he was a threat to your son. You’d do anything to protect him. With every step he took you took one back in the hopes of leading him out into the hallway.

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing? Rogers must be treating you well if you walk around like that.” He motioned toward your robe which had loosened and revealed your bra. He licked his lips as he eyed you. “The kid might be a bit of a mood killer though.”

You wrapped the robe around yourself tightly and headed towards the stairs. He stalked towards you with a predatory gaze in his eyes. Before you could get to the top of the stairs he grabs the back of your neck, pressing his body against your. One hand wraps around your throat and the other starts roaming your body.

“That’s no way to treat a guest, Honey.” He whispered in your ear before sniffing your hair.

“Let me go.”

“Show me a good time and maybe I will. Or maybe I’ll keep you.”

He started dragging back into the hallway and opened the first door he found.

“No. Please don’t.” You tried to push against him in hopes of avoiding being thrown into the bed. But he was taller and obviously stronger than you.

“You should cooperate sweetheart. Maybe I’ll go easy on ya.”

You're thrown onto the bed. The robe you were wearing is now open, exposing your bra and revealing the shorts you were wearing. You cry and beg as your attacker moves to crawl over you, his lips find their way to your neck as he holds your hands above your head with one hand. His grip is hard and painful. The other he uses to keep your face still as he kisses you. He pulls back and smirks down at you.

“Look at you, you’re so pretty when you cry.” He laughs as he moves around in order to undress you. In a moment of desperation you kick your feet up and manage to kick him in his groin. “You fucking cunt.” In his moment of weakness you kick higher this time and your foot connects with his face. He grabs his nose and starts cursing at you but you’re moving away from him.

You ran faster this time in hopes of getting down the stairs. As long as he was away from Eli you didn’t care what happened to you.

“Dumb whore. I was going to be good to you but now you’re fucked. When I’m done with you, you’ll never see the kid again.” He yelled as he followed you down the stairs. “Stop running or I’ll go back up there and shoot the kid.”

Turning to look over your shoulder slowly you saw the gun aimed at you.

“I really only came here for one thing. You see your little fuck buddy, Rogers, he has an associate of mine.” He says while taking a few steps down towards you.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Elijah creep out of his room. He stood there unmoving as he watched a stranger pull a gun out on his mom. You prayed he would go hide again and were relieved when he moved away from the railing.

On the landing that led to the second floor you stood looking up at the intruder. He takes slow deliberate steps just to show you that he was in control. Your tear stained cheeks do nothing to deter his attack.

“If you tell me where he is,” he pulls his phone out and shows you a picture. “I won’t have the kid watch what I do to you. I won’t sell him off to the highest bidder either.”

A door opens up at the end of the hall. He stops on the last step so that he’s hidden from whoever is there.

“Y/N?” Peter’s sleepy voice breaks the tense silence. “Y/N, I need some help.”

The stranger takes a peek around the corner and sees Peter making his way down slowly. You take his distraction and charge at him full force hoping to at least knock him down and get the gun away from him. Barreling into him, shoulder first, he falls back. It wasn’t so much your strength but catching him off guard that helped you. He groaned as he grabbed his head, a small amount of blood started to trickle from the apparent gash at the back. While it looked like it hurt it didn’t completely knock your aggressor out.

“Peter, get back in your room. Call Steve or anyone tell them to get back now.” You yelled before running down the stairs with the gun in your hand.

Not even hitting his head against a few steps slows down your attacker. It forces you to head into the kitchen instead of outside. You turn on your heel and hold the gun up, pointing it at him.

“Don’t move or I’ll shoot you.” You say.

“Really? I don’t think you’ve ever used a gun before.”

“First time for everything.” You reply. “On your knees.” The gun is still pointed at him but it shakes almost violently in your hands.

He smirks and takes another step closer. The gun goes off but it hits the floor. It makes your hands shake even more.

“Don’t. Move.” You say through gritted teeth.

There’s movement behind him and then Peter is telling you to move. The intruder turns around to face Peter knowing you won’t be able to shoot. He still gets shot once in the shoulder and in each kneecap forcing him to the ground. When you stand from behind the kitchen island you see Peter standing with a gun in his hand, suppressor attached.

“Are you ok?” He asks while keeping his gun aimed down at the intruder.

“I think so.” You say with a shaky voice while looking him over. “You’re bleeding.”

“I think I ripped my stitches.”

“I’ll get you cleaned up. Let me just-“ you look around unsure of what you can use to restrain him. “I’ll be right back.” You run down the steps to the basement on wobbly legs.

“We can use this.”

You say as you get to the top stair with some rope. Peter nods but grimaces at any slight movement.

“What do I do?” You look up at Peter.

“Y/N, Peter?”

“In the kitchen.” You yell out.

Coulson’s quick steps echo throughout the otherwise quiet home. He stares at the scene in front of him bewildered for just a moment.

“Give me the rope.” He says and moves into action.

You help Peter get to the couch. “I’m gonna get the first aid kit ok? I’ll be right back.”

“Hey,” he catches your hand. “Go check on Eli first, this can wait a few minutes.”

He saw the relief in your eyes and the way your tense shoulders slumped.

You run up the stairs and head directly to his room where you find the door locked.

“Elijah, baby it’s me.” You knock. “Baby please open the door. It’s ok.”

The door opens and Eli’s crying face comes into view.

“Mom.” He rushes to you, burying his face in your stomach and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“It’s ok, it’s safe now. Are you ok?”

You feel him nodding against you. The only thing you can do is hug him back and assure him that he’s ok. After a few minutes you pull away, kneeling to get a better look at him and make sure there are no marks on him.

“Why was that man here? Why did he want to hurt you?”

“I don’t know, baby.” You brush away his tears. “Let’s go sit.”

Eli takes your hand and walks back into his room. You aren’t sure if it’s him shaking or you but it’s almost uncontrollable.

“I tried to call and text Steve but he didn’t answer.” He holds out your phone.

“You did a good job, come here.”

You take your phone and call Steve immediately but there’s no answer. Then you call Sam and Bucky and still nothing. You send them all a few texts and you start to worry that they have been hurt. Dom answers right away and he tells you that he’ll be back in a few minutes. After that you sit against the headboard and bring Elijah to sit on your lap and you hold him tight like when he was a baby. The only thing you could do now was wait.

Steve flew through traffic in order to make it back as fast as he could. His mind raced as he tried and failed to get an answer from you. He came up with the worst case scenarios of what could be happening. All Steve hoped was that you and Eli were ok no matter what the issue was. He would never forgive himself if anything happened to either of you.

Sam and Bucky weren’t far behind when Steve finally pulled into the driveway of his mansion. Immediately he knew something was way off. The normal guards that were posted around the perimeter were missing. He grabbed his gun as he stepped out of his car. When he looked backed, Sam and Bucky also had their guns out.

Steve rushed to the door, opening it without warning. His gun was up as he walked in with Sam and Bucky behind him. They walk into the living room only to find Peter sitting back on the couch, his hand putting pressure on the area where he had been stitched up previously. Dom was fussing over him trying to help stop the bleeding.

“Peter? What happened?” Steve asked, getting the attention of the semiconscious young man.

“There’s this guy. He broke in.”

“I have him down in the room.” Coulson stepped out of the kitchen. “I got an alert from the security alarm. I got here just as Peter shot him. It seems he had his eyes set on Y/N.”

“Where is she?”

“Upstairs.” Peter answers. “With Eli.”

Steve looks back and Bucky lifts his chin up towards the stairs.

“We’ll go see who this idiot is.”

“Get Peter medical help and find out what happened to the guards.”

“Clint and Nat are on their way.” Coulson says. “I’ll have them take Peter in.”

Steve nods and heads upstairs. He takes two at a time until he reaches the third floor. His heart is beating out of his chest as he walks up to Eli’s room, worried about the state he would find you in. He knocks but doesn’t get an answer so he opens the door and takes a peek inside. The cigarette smoke still lingers but he doesn’t find either you or Eli. Steve walks out and heads to your room, knocking a bit more harshly than he intended too.

“Y/N? Can you open up?” Steve calls out. After a minute the door opens and your tear stained face peeks out.

“Steve.” You whimper when you finally see him.

“C’mere, baby.” Steve pulls you into his chest. He feels your whole body trembling and his arms tighten around you. “Are you ok? Is Elijah?”

You nod against his chest and begin to sob now that Steve was there.

“It’s over. You’re safe.” Steve murmured.

He kept as calm as he could but he felt nothing but rage. Not only did someone think they could just walk into his home without any repercussions, they also terrorized you. There would be hell to pay once he was downstairs to get the necessary information.

“Do either of you need to see a doctor?”

“No. We’re ok, just shaken up a bit.” You reply as you finally look up at him again.

“Alright. What about you? Are you sure you’re not hurt? Did he do anything to you?”

You avert your eyes and Steve’s stomach drops.

“What did he do? Did he touch you?” Steve’s voice hardened. There was this underlying and unsettling sharpness to it.

You nodded. Steve took a deep breath while he slowly pulled away and turned his back towards you. He ran a hand over his beard as he thought about all the ways he was going to rip the asshole that dared touch you apart.

Steve turned back to look at you. “Did he force hi-“

“Tried to. I got away from him before he could.”

“Ok.” Steve takes a deep breath. “C’mon let’s get you back to bed. You need to rest.”

Once Steve realizes that you’re asleep he leaves the room quietly. He walks down to the first floor to find out what the hell is going on in his own home. There will be hell to pay for this, not just for the disrespect of breaking into his house but for what you went through.

“Update, now.” He demands.

“The idiot that broke in is none other than Jack Rollins. Apparently he was looking for Beck when he stumbled upon Eli’s room.” Bucky says. “He’s a sick twisted bastard from what Peter told me he heard.”

“Did he say anything else?”

Bucky shakes his head. Steve starts rolling up his sleeves. He heads for the basement door with Bucky on his heels.

“What are you going to do?”

“What do you think?” He growls but continues toward the basement door.

“Steve, think about this.” Bucky says. “We could get information out of him if we do this right.”

Steve stops and turns to look at Bucky and the rest of his team.

“He put his hands on Y/N. I don’t give a fuck about information.”

Bucky’s eyes harden at the new information.

“I’ll come with you.”

The two men walk down to the basement and into the soundproof room. Sam was standing over Rollins, who already had a few cuts and scrapes along with the gunshot wounds. Steve doesn’t waste any time at all as he connects his fist with Rollin’s jaw. The man, who had been tied to a chair, falls backwards.

“I’m guessing that pretty little thing you have upstairs told you about our time together.” Rollins chuckles. “She was real sweet.0

Steve lands a few more hits before he stretches his hand out behind him. Bucky already knows what Steve wants and hands him a knife. Steve inspects it carefully before looking down at the man below him.

“Oohh should I be-Aahh.” Rollins screams when Steve plunges the knife into the bullet wound on his shoulder. Blood splatters into Steve’s face but it doesn’t deter him.

****

When Steve finally stopped his assault he was covered in blood. Steve’s anger hadn’t subsided even as he walked back into the kitchen. The others were gathered around the island talking about what happened when he joined them.

“Has anyone checked in on Y/N?” He asked.

“Still sleeping boss.”

He nods and starts walking out. “I’ll be back in about 10 minutes. I want to know everything when I come back.”

Steve goes up to his room to shower and change quickly. Then he heads back down to the kitchen. Dom has a cup of coffee ready for him. The sun was just starting to light up the sky. Steve grabs his cup and takes a sip.

“What do we have?” He asks as he takes a seat at the kitchen table.

“Rollins killed some of the guards around the perimeter, enough to slip by undetected. He hacked the security system. He couldn’t completely deactivate it but he delayed the notification Coulson would get.” Clint said.

“He was looking for Beck. But he won’t say anything else.”

“What should we do now?” Bucky asks.

“First I want him out of the house. Get him some medical attention, I’m not done with him just yet.” Steve orders. “Let’s double up the guards. Let’s have Jensen double check the security system and upgrade whatever needs to be upgraded.”

“How is Peter doing?”

Steve and the rest of the group turn to see you standing at the entrance to the kitchen. Even though you slept most of the night you look exhausted. Eyes are red and slightly swollen as if you’d just been crying.

“Peter’s fine. He just ripped some stitches, he’s in his room sleeping.” Nat tells you.

You nod as Dom walks over to you.

“Want some coffee, Mia Cara?”

You shake your head. Dom opens his arms for you and you step into his embrace. The older man pats your back in a comforting manner.

“You’re safe now, Mia Cara. We won’t let anything like this happen again. You hear me?” He reassures you.

You just nod against his chest. Everyone silently shuffles out of the kitchen. Dom places a chaste kiss on your forehead and leaves, giving you and Steve some privacy.

“How are you feeling?” Steve asks as he gets up and moves towards you.

You shrug. Other than being worried about Eli you were numb to the whole situation.

“Baby, look at me.” Steve says softly. He tucks a finger under your chin and pulls up so that you have to look at him.

You’re fighting back tears for what felt like the millionth time.

“Tell me what you need?”

“I don’t know.”

“How about some time away from here? We can get away for a weekend and take Eli somewhere fun. What do you say?” Steve offers.

It angered him all over again to see you like this. A shell of who you really are. Your arms wrapped around yourself. Steve didn’t like seeing you down like this although it was completely understandable.

You shrug again in response and he sighs.

“Why don’t you go rest for a little bit longer and I’ll have Dom make you something and bring it up.”

“I can’t.” You mumble as you look around the room.

“Why?”

“I have to work.”

“You’re joking right? You aren’t going to be working today. Regina will be in any minute now, she’ll do what she can. You worry about taking care of yourself and Eli.” Steve says as he leads you out of the kitchen and into the living room.

In the distance you hear the door that is normally used by the house staff to come in and out.

“See, that's probably Regina right now. I’ll talk to her.”

You gasp when Regina appears in the doorway. She’s sporting a black eye, busted lip, bruises around her throat and she’s holding her side as if it hurt. You rush over to her to make sure she’s ok.

“What happened?”

“The-these men they-they broke into my house early this morning.” She sobbed before hiding her face in your shoulder.

“Fuck. Bucky, Sam.” Steve yells for them. The two men rush out of the hallway that leads to Steve’s office.

“What happened?” Bucky asks once he sees Regina crying.

You tell them what she had just said since she couldn’t control her crying. Both men look back at Steve, the same anger in their eyes. Dom and Coulson soon join the others.

“Do you know who did this?” You ask her as you guide her to the couch.

“No. I’ve never seen them before. I was sleeping when they broke in.” Regina sniffles.

“Did they say what they wanted?”

Regina nods. “They told me that I had to get whatever information that I could on you and report back to them.”

“I have a few questions.”

“Ask away.”

“How did they know you work for me?” Steve asks and you look between him and Regina.

“I don’t know, maybe they had been following me?”

“Why tell me?”

Regina swallows thickly as tears well up in her eyes again. “Well everyone here has been so nice to me, and this is the first job I don’t have to get almost naked to get money for,” She sighs, wincing due to her injured ribs. “I didn’t want to ruin what I had here. But my grandma, she’s in a nursing home and they had pictures of her. They said that they’d hurt me and make her watch.”

“They said the same about me and Eli.”

“Wait what?” Regina looks at you confused.

“Someone broke in last night.”

“What is happening?” Regina asked. She was scared and so were you. The only difference was that you knew Steve would make things right.

“I don’t know but I’m going to find out. In the meantime you can’t go back to your place.” Steve tells her. “We’ll have someone pick up some clothes for you and have a doctor look you over. Do you think you could recognize these men if you saw them again?”

“Maybe. Oh wait,” Regina grabs her phone. “Would a video help?”

“You have a video of them?”

She looks at Bucky and nods. “I installed a doorbell camera and a camera in the living room. Here, you can definitely see their faces.”

“You have a camera in your living room?” Sam asks suspiciously.

“I live alone and I’m single. There have been some break ins around the neighborhood. I was trying to protect myself.” She says as she hands the phone over to Bucky.

Sam and Steve huddle around Bucky to look at the video Regina had. They see her being dragged out of her room and beaten. Unfortunately they didn’t recognize the men in the video but they would find them nonetheless.

“Thank you for this. I don’t know who they are but we’re going to find them.” Steve tells her. “Y/N can I talk to you for a minute?”

You get up and follow Steve into his office where he closes the door behind you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask Steve after watching him pace back and forth for a few minutes. “Is it about whoever broke into Regina’s place?”

Steve leans against his desk and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I’ll most likely have to be out more. At least while I track these sons of bitches down.”

“Ok, and?”

“Will you be ok here? After last night… I’m doing everything to make sure this place is more secure.”

“Ok.”

“I’m also going to assign Nat to be with you whenever you go out. I know you’re independent but I need you to do as she says if something were to happen.”

“Do you think someone would try to hurt me again?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. I mean look at what they did to Regina and she hasn’t even been here that long. I’m not going to risk you and Eli being in danger again.” Steve pushes himself off the desk and walks over to you. “It should’ve never happened in the first place. I’m going to handle this.”

“I’m more worried about Elijah than myself.”

“Of course you are because you’re a good mom.” Steve cups your face when he sees your eyes start getting glassy. “You just take care of him like you always do and I’ll keep you both safe.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

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Hobie s chubby reader

I can just imagine him going crazy for someone with a fuss

Thickums

Hobie x black!chubby!reader

There’s some implied sex but like there’s no actual smut

I love a good chubby reader idc idc!!!! And I love the arach-kids and imma always love them!!! Those are my nieces and nephews fr y’all I just got cut out the movie😔

You stood next to your boyfriend and your honorary nephews and nieces as you got chewed out about something during a mission. You couldn’t care less about whatever Miguel was shouting about. You were burning up and your Spidey suit only made it feel worse. Like a wearable sauna.

Your mask was off and you started to fan yourself with your hand sighing loudly. Miguel cut his eyes at you making you return the attitude. He relented and pinched the bridge of his nose knowing he didn’t have the energy to argue with you, “dismissed…” he grumbled walking off as Lyla popped up to tell him something.

“Thank the lord! He see me sitting here burnin’ up and just keep talkin’ bout absolutely nothin’ like…” you tapped away on your watch. When the portal opened you turned to the others, “hey y’all wanna go swimming? My apartment complex has a pool but like nobody be out there cuz it’s full of old people.”

Margo, in person instead of her hologram, agreed quickly, “I love me a good pool, girl!” She said pressing buttons on her watch. The others also agreed excitedly. “I haven’t been swimming since I went with Gayatri.” He said in a love sick tone. Miles quirked a brow, “why’d you say that like it was forever ago it was just last week?”

You laughed, “just get changed and head to my dimension!” You say starting to step through.

Once through you quickly started pulling off your suit revealing your plush, chubby body. You let out a sigh of relief as you bend down to get the suit.

“Enjoying the show Bee?” You pop back up and turn to see him sprawled out on your bed. His eyes low as they study you with a familiar glint in them, “very much so.” His tongue running over his lip ring. You smirk and go to your drawer pulling out your swimsuit. You make your way to the bathroom and hear your bed quietly creak. Once inside you turn around and smirk up at the tall dark skin male leaning against the doorframe.

“Is there somethin’ you need sir?” Your arms crossed. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to him. His head dipped and his lips brushed over yours as they traveled to your neck where he peppered kisses. He then went and kissed your jaw and then your cheek before eventually moving back to your lips. He pulled back his thumb pulling at your bottom lip as you looked up at him with excitement shining in your eyes. His hand gently went around your throat to hold you in place, “gimme lips, yeah?” he pressed your lips together. Your giggles and mewls bouncing off the wall as he closed the door.

———

You and Hobie had a certain glow after your shower. Both of you smiling without actually smiling.

You were dressed in a white bikini when Margo and Gwen came through bickering. Margo wore a violet and teal one piece with a cut out on the stomach. Gwen wore black and white swim shorts with a teal top.

“[name] doesn’t she look like a girl kisser? She keeps tryna deny it!”

“I never said I wasn’t a girl kisser I just said you kiss girls too!”

You snorted at them and went to record a few videos of yourself in the mirror looking good.

The boys came at the same time with Miles gracefully tripping as he came in when he saw Margo and Gwen who giggle. His red swim trunks had small anchors on them that were black and gold. Pavitr was very smooth with his entrance as he flipped hair and showed off his blue and gold trunks, “you guys like? They match with Gayatri.” His smile practically blinding.

“You two have matching swimsuits?” Gwen asked with a quirked brow.

His expression fell, “well no. She said it was too cheesy, even for her…” he then perked up, “but I bought them and that counts for something!”

You pouted at ‘your’ kids, “awww so sweet Pav! Now come along children. Come get in your favorite parent’s video so I’ll have memories!” You say opening Snapchat and starting to record you all in the mirror. As soon as you started you noticed your pudge stuck out a bit more than usual, “hmmm my fupa really fupa-ing today.”

Just then Hobie strolled into the room dress in patriotic trunks he stole and made his own with tears and safety pins here and there. He got in the video and looked in your reflection in the mirror. He licked at his lip ring and shrugged.

“Good pum pum deserve shelter.”

You could hear a pin drop as everyone stood frozen, except for the punk who went about getting a towel. The video then stopped recording and continued to replay what he said, taking up the silence.

Everyone stared wide eyed. You broke the silence first.

“Hello???”

He looked at you and shrugged, “did I lie?”

You sputtered and Pav started laughing in the back.

“Honestly you’re lucky I didn’ say tha first thing I thought.”

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LUNAMARA: Fragments [7]

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“A little to the left… no, no, the other left,” Felix tilts his head, squinting. “No, too far. Back to the first left.”

“How are you half a century older than me but don’t know your left from your right?” Rufus grumbles, adjusting the picture on the wall again. He steps back and checks his work, and then walks away before Felix can annoy him by asking for more adjustments. “That’s the last thing in the living room box.”

“Thanks again for this, Rufie,” Felix says, tottering after his superior and out of the living-dining room. He really does think it looks nice, though for the sake of Rufus’ patience, he’ll wait until after he’s gone home to tweak things a bit.

“Cassius Corvus has informed me that you are prone to ‘chipping a dainty little finger’ if you’re not supervised while doing heavy lifting tasks,” Rufus replies, with a bit of heat, probably from the unwanted nickname. He strides down the hallway to the bedroom ahead of Felix. “And I owe him a favour, so.”

“Aw, I thought you were here because you wanted to help me unpack out of the kindness of your heart!” Felix trails behind him, skipping a little. “And hold on, how long have you and Cas gotten along?”

“Since we found we could commiserate over having to look after both you and the Princess,” Rufus glowers at him over his shoulder. He nearly walks into a low ceiling beam by doing so, and dodges at the last moment. “Why in Luna’s name are you so obsessed with these low ceiling apartment designs?”

“It’s cozy! I save on the heating bill! I would think that someone as energy efficient as you would appreciate that!”

“You are going to crack your head open on one of these and then all will be able to see what I suspected for the past century: that it’s empty!”

“At least when they’re this low you can reach to hang the ceiling decorations– woah!”

Felix is proud of himself for dodging the slipper that Rufus just threw at him. It was, luckily, the first thing he happened to grab out of the box labeled ‘bedroom’, rather than the ornamental globe, or the lamp. That might have been a greater test of Felix’s reflexes.

“I can leave you to do this yourself and if you chip then that’s your problem.”

“No sir, pwease sir, not my delicate widdle fingies! Pwease, merciful Lowd Canis!”

The look that Rufus gives him could, as the humans used to say, sour milk.

“Never speak like that again.”

“Yessir.”

Rufus turns back towards the box, and drags it further towards the center of the room. The nicknacks inside are practically overflowing, and it’s only one of three fairly large containers Felix has shoved his entire bedroom into. He did have to sleep here last night, so the bed is made up, but it looks a little sad and lonely without its dozen throw-pillows and blankets to drape here and there. Rufus starts taking out these things and looks more and more aghast at how many there are.

“You do know that your family crest is not an excuse to start actually nest building, yeah?” he says, holding out a particularly obnoxiously coloured pillow. It’s bright pink, and fluffy, and shaped like a heart. Felix plucks it out of Rufus’ hands and hugs it to his chest.

“The Cygnus family does not hold a monopoly on enjoying comfortable living! But we are very good at it,” he places the heart pillow directly in the middle of the large pile against the headboard of the king size bed. “I like collecting these sorts of things. They make my home feel like my home no matter how many times I move!”

“If you just stayed in the palace you wouldn’t have to move at all,” Rufus fires back, taking out a jewellery box and showing quite a sweet amount of care in delicately placing it on the dresser. “You know the Princess would be delighted. And Cassius would be relieved. And I wouldn’t have to deal with your stupid excuses for being late to the office.”

“But unlike you, I like to keep this mythical thing called a ~work-life balance~,” Felix wiggles his fingers and releases a light sparkle into the air. Rufus looks disgusted at him for wasting magic for dramatic effect. “Which is much harder to do if I live in the same building where I work.”

“Seems to work fine for the royals.”

“Ah, but as you have likely seen from existing in the proximity of the palace and around some extremely stressed out royalty, it really doesn’t,” Felix counters, dusting off a small mirror and setting it to one side. “And I am not a royal, so I’m not obligated to put myself under that kind of pressure. So I won’t.”

“So you’re just going to live in one crumbling ruin of a building after another?” Rufus frowns as he sets hairbrushes and polish onto the dresser.

Felix watches him for a moment, and then smiles. “Thanks, Rufus.”

It catches him off-guard. “What? For what?” Rufus asks, squinting at him as though expecting some sort of stupid joke.

“For caring. For worrying about me,” Felix says, entirely sincere, picking up an empty box and folding it closed. “I know you don’t want me to get caught in some sort of cleaving event and end up in a million pieces on the surface. But I promise I do thoroughly check the location of my apartments, and that they’re not likely to fall off the side of the city at a second’s notice. I’ll be fine here. Really.”

There’s an awkward silence, wherein Rufus won’t look directly at Felix, a soft scarlet glow at the tips of his ears, which is how Felix knows he was right on target. For a man who keeps people at arms length, Rufus is certainly easy to read once you know how.

It’s sweet, really. Felix appreciates it.

With a purposeful flourish, he hefts up one of the two large boxes remaining onto the bed, and opens the lid. The inside is almost exploding with fabric. “Anyway!” he declares. “Onwards to putting away all my wardrobe! Rufie, grab the other one!”

“... Wait, are both of these just clothes?!”

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