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HARD TIMES / EVAN BUCKLEY

PAIRING: Evan Buckley x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Whilst waiting for his appointment, Evan abstains from sexual encounters. Which is a bit hard whilst simultaneously having a crush on the girl from the coffee shop.

WARNINGS: Fluff, sex mentions, teasing, makeouts & sexual depictions

WORDCOUNT: 2.5K Words

A/N: I’m actually in love with this idea 😂 May or may not have made Buck a whiner 👀 As per usual, @megalony for giving me the inspo to finish this off - check out her Buck fic!!

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He was cursed, indefinitely.

Getting rescheduled, running out of gas, random remodels galore. It seems as if someone was against him finally making his donation. But the waiting wasn’t the worst part, the no sex rule was major. Why on Earth had he stuck with it? Evan assumed it wouldn’t be too difficult, which it wasn’t.

Until he met you.

It was the fourth day of waiting and he’d changed his usual coffee place ever since they randomly only served skim milk. And he was happy to make the change, since his new place was actually three minutes closer as well as better. Ever since he saw you, he’d found himself ordering more than needed, adding a muffin or two, or ordering for the crew.

Anything that let him stare at you for a little while longer. You were always on time, every morning you showed up, ordered the same thing with the occasional additional treat. A smile on your face and always equipped with a kind compliment.

But Buck surprisingly couldn’t find it in himself to approach you. Whether he was too scared of embarrassing himself or he just liked staring. He found himself second guessing his actions at every turn. It wasn’t until you came in minus a smile that he worked up the courage to interact with you.

You were currently sitting outside, gazing at the oncoming traffic and people going about their day. The cup in your hands taking the brunt end of your restlessness as you tapped your fingers. The hand waving in your face brought you back, “Oh, I’m so sorry. Did you need something?” The man in front of you grinned, “Uh no, not really. I just- well you were…” He pointed out to the traffic before pointing at you again.

“Would you like to sit? Maybe it’d help you get your words together.” You joked as he laughed before pulling his respective chair, “Thanks, I’m Evan. But people call me Buck, whatever works for you.” You reached your hand out, “Y/n, nice to meet you Evan.”

Evan smiled before revealing the brown bag, “I uhm, well you looked like you were a bit down, so I ordered you a pastry. Thought it’d cheer you up.” Your regular pastry sat inside the bag, waiting for you to eat it, “Oh! You really didn’t have to, that’s so nice of you.” He waved his hand, brushing off your words, “It’s nothing really, just enjoy it.” You wanted to ask how he knew, but figured there was no point in it.

And the two of you talked for almost an hour afterwards, slowly getting to know each other better. The pair of you were quick friends to your surprise. And your relationship only grew afterwards, regularly catching up in the mornings over coffee. Which then turned to lunch together during his off day, and then dinner.

You knew it was quick, but you couldn’t help yourself, you really did like Evan. It was unbelievably easy to talk to him, he was such a warm person. And Evan sure as hell liked you. Every day he found it easier to get out of bed, overly eager to get to see your face and hear your voice. God, he could listen to you for hours.

He’d never really clicked so easily with someone, and he was grateful for it. It’d been a while since Taylor, it was refreshing to talk to someone and not just for a night. He found himself checking his phone every few minutes, hoping for a reply from you.

And everyone else noticed.

“What’s got you so happy Buckley?” Chimney asked from the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee. Hen glanced over to find Buck smiling down at his phone, “Nothing, just looking at photos.” Hen circled back to him, sitting down across from him as she surveyed his body language. You and Evan had been out last night at a movie, and you’d both posed in the cardboard cutouts.

The photo he was looking at had you as a bodybuilder and him in a dress he looked “absolutely stunning in”, according to you.

“It’s like your face is permanently smiling. Please tell me it’s not frozen.” She poked his cheek before he swatted it away, “Can I not just be happy?” Chimney shrugged before settling down next to Hen, “You can be happy, as long as you tell us what, or who, has you feeling this way.” Bobby came towards the trio, Eddie in tow, “Who’s feeling what?” Hen chuckled, “Seems we’ve got a smitten Buckley in the house. We’re trying to figure out who’s making him happy.”

Buck rolled his eyes before getting up, “It’s really not that big of a deal guys, cmon.” Bobby shook his head, “Yes it is, someone’s in love.” The group laughed as Evan shook his head, “Not you too, I thought you were sensible.” He shrugged his shoulders, “I am extremely sensible, and curious. What’s their name?”

“Her names Y/n, and that’s all you get to know for now. Damn vultures.”

“Don’t make me circle back for you Buckley!” Hen shouted out as Evan made his way down, what he didn’t expect was for you to be waiting for him. “Y/n?” You turned swiftly to meet his eye, “Hey Buck, you called me?” His eyebrows furrowed, “It must’ve been an accident, I’m sorry. But you didn’t have to come here.”

He was thoroughly impressed, did a phone call from him warrant a visit? Not that he was complaining. You looked even more gorgeous than usual, and you smelled—

“Yeah but we were supposed to meet for lunch, and you didn’t reply, I only got a call.” His eyes widened in realisation, he’d forgotten your date. Was it a date? Did you think it was a date? Is that why you were wearing a dress? You said you usually only wear them for special occasions or people. Was he a special person?

“I’m so so sorry, it must’ve slipped my mind. We just came back from a run. We can go now for sure.” Your smile spread as he spoke, “Is something funny? Please tell me I don’t have sauce on my face.” Your laughter filled the air, did you know that your eyes creased when you giggled? Your nose also scrunched, god you were cute.

His eyes trailed up to the balcony, where his entire team stood staring before straightening up, “Mhm, the top of the trucks are so pretty. Probably shiny too.” The random topics of conversation were more than enough to alert Evan to the eavesdropping taking place. “Guess you might as well meet those idiots.” You smiled, “Lead the way Firefighter Buckley.”

“Oh! You are brilliant!” Chimney exclaimed as the rest of the group laughed uncontrollably. Buck sat with his arms crossed, “It’s not even that funny!” You couldn’t help but pat his bicep, “Of course you don’t think it is!” You leaned into him as you giggled, practically pushing your chest into his arm.

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.

Evan’s eyes were staring right into Eddies soul, as Eddies laughter died down, “You okay?” He mouthed as the man across him from blinked rapidly before nodding. Eddies eyes trailed to you, and your low cut dress before returning to Buck. Oh, oh! Eddie smiled, “That’s a really lovely dress Y/n/n.” Evan’s eyes narrowed, wishing a few horrible accidents upon Eddie.

Murmurs of agreement broke out from everyone else, “It really is, what do you think Buck?” Evan’s lips drew into a tight line, “Oh, yeah. Definitely, they look good in it. I mean— you look amazing. Really good today. Not that you don’t usually, you always look so good. And smell! Not that I smell you, you smell. Good! You smell good.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he stumbled his way through his monologue, “Good to know Buck, good to know.” You promptly turned to Bobby, “Yknow Evan never shuts up about your cooking, would I ever be so lucky to experience it for myself?”

Buck zoned out of the current conversation, replaying his epic fail in his head.The tightening of his pants had him shifting around uncomfortably, and Eddies grin aimed his way was getting to him.

He was going to kill Eddie.

Dinner that night was probably amongst one of the best dates he’d ever had. And he had asked you before you went out whether or not it was a date, repeatedly. But it was also a test of strength. You’d decided to wear a gorgeous dress, designed to test his patience.

And as if that wasn’t enough, he’d made the stupid mistake of inviting you back to his apartment.

Which, A) Gave the impression that something was going to happen.

B) Maybe made you think that he thought you were the type of girl to put out easily.

And Evan never wanted you to think that.

With a few glasses of wine, sweet music and amazing company you were bound to end up on his bed. Evan’s hands were soft yet controlling, lifting you up onto his lap to straddle him. “God you’re gorgeous.” He murmured into your neck as you giggled, “Is that so?” He smiled up at you as your arms locked around his neck, “Definitely.”

“Then we should settle in for the night, no?”

Evan wanted to curse his own mind for reminding him, maybe he could make the deposit another time, right? He knew it was wrong to think this way, but how could he stop himself from going all the way with you on top of him? “Dammit, I am so sorry. But I can’t.” Your swiftly lifted yourself off his lap, settling down next to him.

“Hey that’s fine, you’re not being forced into anything Buck.” Evan groaned as he leaned in to capture your lips again, “You are so annoyingly understanding. And I love that about you, it’s one of the many things I love. Including this gorgeous lace.” He joked as he traced the strap of your bra. “Oh hush, what’s going on?”

“Promise you won’t freak out?”

“Promise.” You smiled before grabbing his hands, with wide eyes filled with curiosity staring up at him, he couldn’t help but feel the pressure. “An old friend asked me to be a sperm donor, and before making my donation, I thought it best to uh…” You raised an eyebrow as Evan struggled to find the right words, “To keep my swimmers in the tank, if you catch my drift.”

“I catch your drift, or is it a flow?” Evan rolled his eyes as you raised yourself to kiss his cheek, “I fully understand, you don’t have to be sorry. I think what you’re doing is absolutely amazing Evan, helping to start a family? That’s really sweet of you, but it must’ve been a hard decision.”

And that’s what the loved about you. Your willingness to listen, to wait and understand what you were being told. Most girls Buck had been with had never really seen everything about him, nor understood him. With you felt truly seen, and heard. Never judged. And you were breathtakingly beautiful, which was a nice bonus.

“It was.” He watched as you grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head, “If i’m half naked, so are you. Now let’s sit and talk, when did you decide to help them out?”

For the rest of the night, the two of you simply laid in bed and cuddled, looking up at each other. Whilst you talked, Evan found his eyes trailing down your body. The two of you were in your underwear, and you your bra. With you practically ontop of him he found an intruder settling in.

“What is that?” You whined from underneath the covers, “Uh, maybe it’s my phone?” Evan rationalised as you stared at him, “Unless I stole someone’s phone and put it on charge, I don’t think it’s a phone.” Evan tried to stop you before you raised the covers, “Oh.”

“Well hello there.” The pillow was swept from underneath you as Evan buried his face in it, “Don’t,” Your laughter made his heart beat faster, and your hand which circled his crotch made him buck his hips upwards. “Oh god, please don’t.”

“Don’t… what?” Evan buried his head into your shoulder as you continued to tease him, it was the funniest thing you’d seen all day. And a helpless Buck was a fun one. “I like hearing you beg.” He slammed the pillow down onto his lap, “Y—you can’t say things like that!” His cheeks were turning red, whether it was embarrassment from his stutter or your hands, you liked it.

“Sure I can, just did. And you want to know something Evan?”

“Not really.”

“Indulge me,”

“Okay.” Evan gave in as you leaned into his ear, “I don’t sleep well with anything on.” You quickly kissed him before unclasping your bra, throwing your undergarments onto the floor and settling back in.

“Goodnight baby.” You smiled before turning off the lamp.

It was going to be a long night. Evan sat in the dark for about an hour before his situation calmed down, if he was sure of one thing? You were going to be the death of Evan Buckley.

It was donation day, finally.

Evan was practically bouncing off the walls after his shift, zooming down to the clinic before another mishap ruined his donation day. And luckily for him, he was given a cylinder and a few magazines before being sent on his way. His fingers drummed against the wheel of his jeep, he was having a good day.

The only thing better? His date with you tonight. What he hadn’t expected was to come home to candles, rose petals and his favourite girl happily sleeping in bed.

“Uhh, Y/n?” You sat up straight away in bed, “Evan! You’re back!” He walked up the stairs before setting his phone and keys down, “Whoa, you look…” You were wearing one of your favourite sets, and a new favourite of Evan’s, it didn’t exactly leave a lot to the imagination.

And he’d seen more than enough of you.

“Oh god, you look so good.”

“Well you’re extremely lucky, this is all for you. Almost five weeks, you did so well Evan.”

“I did well?”

“Yes you did, and you know what?” Evan shook his head rapidly, he was itching to touch you, “I cleared the day tomorrow for you and me, we can stay here as long as you’d like.” Evan felt weak in the knees, “Oh I love you. Now can I please throw you into bed?” You giggled before wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You can do whatever you’d like, Firefighter Buckley.”

“Oh, Firefighter Buckley?” Evan pushed you down to the bed before climbing over you, “Mhm.” His hands lifted your gown slowly, stroking the soft skin, “Now I really want to see you in my coat.”

“Oh? What, with your name on the back? All yours aren’t I?”

“That you are. You’re not gonna be walking for a few days.” Evan teased as he planted kisses along your neck, you raked your hands through his soft hair, “I’m definitely not complaining.”

Hard times have good outcomes, or something like that.

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your-nanas-house · 4 months

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I have an idea for a smutty dark/Dom Tommy fic if you're open to writing it! I'm not sure on a plot but involing him wearing and keeping on his leather gloves, thank you in advance!!!

Yessssss, love it. Thank you so much! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Not a virgin anymore

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◇ Pairing: Dark!Tommy Shelby X Finn's girlfriend!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, age gap (both off age), fingering, dry humping, mean Tommy

◇ Summary: Tommy checks if Finn's girl is as pure as he claims.

◇ Note: Sorry if it took me so long. A huge thank you to @mrkdvidal1989 that helped me so much, you helped me so much with my mood and the writing of this. Thank you 😭 Also It's pretty much a collab.

“I think I wanna marry her” Finn informed his brothers without being able to hold back a bright grin, his eyes scanning them as he waited for a reply, any advice or.. a comment of any kind at least.

He knew that he was quite young to think about marriage, since he hit adulthood just two years before, but the emotions he felt for this young woman were true.

As no one opened their mouths to say something, just continuing to glance at each other, Finn spoke up again ”I fookin’ love her” his mood still so eager and happy.. like a puppy in love.

Still nothing, everyone was mostly waiting for Thomas to say something, but the older man kept staring blankly at his younger brother, seated on his armchair.. legs open and arms resting there, supporting his head and cigarette as if he was lost in thoughts.

“Nothing to say?” Finn asked, getting impatient, his eyes glancing between the older ones, Tommy and Arthur.

As the youngest brother got clearly frustrated, Arthur cleared his throat.

“Hmm… you fookin’ know her for how long, eh? Nearly six months?” he reminded his brother, mocking him before being interrupted quickly

“SO? When John married he didn’t even know Esme’s damn name!” Finn quickly pointed out, already getting riled up by the situation.

Fin always did that. Hating how his brothers treated him because of the age difference, completely oblivious to the fact that he… was acting very childish too often for Tommy to see him as an equal to John or Arthur.

His poorly thought-out decisions and lack of discipline when it came to listening to orders of his older brothers were playing a huge part in how Thomas viewed him.

”Have you thought about the responsibilities that come with becoming a Shelby, Fin? Have you already introduced them to your chosen one? Risk Our ways and how we deal with things?.. Have you thought about that? Huh?” He pressed, leaning forward as his patience ran short with how snappy Fin was. Lack of respect was just another thing he despised in his younger brother.

”I-I…” The young man stammered out, looking for any line to defend himself.. unsuccessfully, making Thomas scoff while putting out his cigarette into an ashtray.

”What’s her name again?...” He rasped out, his now free hand tapping impatiently against the fabric of the armchair, his cold gaze piercing his brother's face without a hint of any positive emotions.

“Y/n..Y/n Y/l/n” Finn replied in a murmur, his older brother’s comments affecting him more than he wished they would.

The name kept repeating in Thomas’ head, before a cocky amused smirk cracked his serious expression.

“Now I get why yer want to marry her” he chuckled bitterly leaning forward, face to face with Finn.

“She’s as good as her mother, eh?” he asked mockingly, pouring himself a glass of whiskey “You don’t marry whores, you just tame them, Finn. Am I right?” he asked his other two brothers with amusement in his voice, not really expecting an answer.

His mischievous mood changed quickly as Finn suddenly got up from his seat.

“She’s not!.. She’s not like her mother.. She's a good girl, goes to church, helps around and works in the local bakery." The youngest Peaky Blinder informed them, narrowing his eyes at Tommy’s reaction. Watching with a clenched jaw as the older man hummed mockingly, gulping fast down the strong drink before he spoke again, not changing his attitude.

“A good girl, huh… I bet”, making the other laugh at Finn as well.

“It’s true! You… I’ll make you fookin’ meet her”

It took him just a couple of days to organise a meeting between them, inviting them all to her house. It was a pretty cosy, little, modest house settled in Small Heath. Nothing fancy but it was visible that the people living there were doing their very best to keep it nice.

The male part of the family of Shelby's stood on the porch on the agreed day and time.

Their expensive suits looking odd contrasting with the domestic and homey look of the building and little wooden decorations standing in the garden.

Finn was smiling, standing at the forefront of the group while Arthur and John kept joking back and forth, in front of Tommy, whose face remained serious and uninterested as he waited.

After knocking on the door, they didn't have to wait long before an old woman, probably in her 60s, appeared in the doorway. A friendly smile lingering on her wrinkled face that looked great accompanied by the dark pink dress she wore.

”Good morning, Mister” She spoke up seeing Finn, earning a polite smile from him. They clearly had met each other previously, so she wasn't very alarmed by the sight of four men in suits standing at the door. “Good morning, nana” Finn greeted, removing his hat for respect, cleaning his shoes before entering the familiar house, heading directly towards the living room.

John was the next to enter the house, along with Arthur, a smirk still on his face due to the jokes they were sharing previously

“Good morning, na— Mrs. Y/l/n” he corrected himself quickly as Arthur slapped the back of his head “Be fookin’ polite” he murmured under his breath, smiling at the older woman before kissing her hand as he bowed his head slightly “Good morning, ma’am, thank you for inviting us into your house” he stated, winking before following the direction Finn took, not noticing the weird side eye Tommy gave him as he cleaned his soles before walking in as well with the same unbothered expression.

”Mornin’” Thomas nodded, keeping his cap on. After all he didn't come here for a tea, he had his own purpose.

Purpose of proving Finn how wrong he was when it comes to little Y/n.

The older woman’s eyes widened as she felt the weird, intimidating aura surrounding the middle brother. Mumbling her greeting, she quickly disappeared into the kitchen, chatting with Arthur and John as she put the kettle on the stove.

As Finn tried to head towards the same direction, Tommy's calloused hand grabbed his shoulder roughly. Turning him to face him, he leaned to his level. The serious and business expression on his face.

”I’m going to have a chat with your little fiancé, eh? You stay there and entertain the old woman and your brothers while I check if she is who you say she is.” he stated harshly in a fierce voice, his eyes glancing at the older woman and back at him before messing up his hair as if he was still a child.

Ignoring completely the worried expression on his face, because Thomas was aware that Finn knew better than to ask questions.

The younger brother stood still for a moment before nodding with a resigned expression, turning around and slowly walking away towards the kitchen. Practically leaving his girlfriend in the lion's mouth.

It was Tommy’s first time in that house so he didn’t really know where to go, luckily for him Y/n’s soft voice led him to what it looked like a small studio. A pretty dark room, with only one window which was close, it was decorated with lots of books and a wooden desk where the young woman was standing behind, holding an old phone, busy talking with someone.

”Yes, aunty. I'll let her know” she replied with a smile, despite the fact that the person on the other side of the phone couldn't see it, her hand busy playing with the tiny golden chain with a cross. Her eyes moving from the spot she was staring at to move closer to the desk “I have to leave you now, we were supposed to have guests today.. I think they are here already” she informed her, glancing towards the door, getting startled by Tommy’s figure standing there as if he owned the place.

He didn’t say anything to interrupt her call, his gloved hands just woven together in front of him, his head tilted to the side as he watched the girl.

“I love you too, auntie. Bye” she murmured, hanging up the call to give Tommy’s her complete attention

“Mr Shelby— Welcome, I didn’t hear you come in…” she started, eyeing him suspiciously, her innocent girl facade. staring back at him.

“Nana doesn’t like when people wear caps inside of her house… it’s a way to show respect” she pointed out, already a bit annoyed by his attitude. Thomas chuckled hearing her words, as he adjusted the peaky cap on his head.

”Nana didn't offer me a cup of tea, which isn't really polite either, eh?” He spoke up with a hint of mockery before entering her room and closing the door behind, making sure to lock it.

“She’s probably still preparing it, we have fresh baked cookies, though.” Y/n pointed out as her expression softened. Her demeanour changed as she tried to keep her temper down. It should have been a calm day but a lot of things that set her off happened, so she wasn’t in the right state of mind to deal with Tommy fucking Shelby.

Be proper, Y/n thought just like she was always told. Plastering a small smile on her face, her eyes moving from Thomas’ face to the door and back. “They are in the living room, sir,”

Tommy chuckled at her words, walking slowly further into her room, looking around with a grin as he hummed.

“That's one way to decorate a girl's room, eh?” He scoffed, eyeing her suggestively, touching the colourful figurines standing on shelves. ”Definitely furnished to be a whore's own.” he casually pointed out, checking the books casually. “Guess they paid your mom good enough, huh? Family business it is, sweetheart?” the older man moved his gaze towards her standing form, smirking amused at her blank stare.

“Pardon?” she stuttered out through her utter shock, her head tilting to the side.“You here to disrespect a dead woman, Mr Shelby? If so.. You can fucking leave!” she spat out angrily, staring blankly at him for a couple of minutes before sighing and looking away, playing nervously with her cross while she headed to the door.

“My condolences… I’m here because of the sick idea you put in my little brother’s head” Tommy spoke in an emotionless tone, reaching for a pack of cigarettes in his pocket.. Lighting one without even asking for approval.

“Finn talked about you quite a lot lately, speaking about how pure, innocent, religious… and a good girl you are. You got him quite smitten, eh?” Thomas pointed out after inhaling deeply, his hand rubbing his chin “Well… what I was wondering about was how much of this is actually true.” He murmured, meeting her gaze with a smirk as he moved closer, hand reaching for her chin. “How much of a little saint you actually are, eh? Sweetheart.” he added, blowing out the smoke in her face, his fingers digging painfully into her skin as she looked into his empty, blue eyes.

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed at his harsh tone, her eyes narrowing as her mouth remained shut. Struggling in his grip, she tried to free herself, unsuccessfully.

She was losing her patience quite quickly and it wasn't something that happened frequently… but there she was, angrily standing in front of what was the most feared man of Birmingham.

“I am.. I'm.. intact, if that's your concern, Mr. Shelby” She informed him in a sarcastically pleasant tone, a hint of harsh arrogance clear as day, caused by how annoyed she was by the conversation they were having.

Her small hands curling into fists, squeezing tightly when Tommy just nodded almost mockingly, his icy stare moving across her body slowly, carefully measuring each part of her body. Not worried about gentlemanly manners, Thomas stared, as if he was checking her out.

“Sure” he simply said, the tone of his voice intact, but the look in his blue eyes wasn't trying to hide how little he believed her. Putting out his cigarette, he threw it on the floor while keeping eye contact, showing disrespect to her words and the place she lived. Simply because he could.

Y/n gasped at his behaviour, quickly moving towards his silhouette as she pushed her finger against his chest, threatening.

“I fucking am, fucking check if you don’t believe me.” she whispered yelled, staring in his eyes boldly as he looked down at her, not a single emotion visible on his face. Almost like he was a statue carved from stone.

Tommy’s eyebrows raised slightly, his cold stare piercing her own, before lowering down to her chest which kept heaving with her deep breaths, caused purely by the anger she felt.

His hand moved to the edge of her dress, grabbing onto the fabric as he tried to raise it up, making Y/n realise his intention quickly and act impulsively… her hand made an impact with his cheek suddenly, throwing his face to the side slightly. Only after a second she realised what she's done, eyes widening in fear at the sight of his skin turning red.

The loud noise echoing in the room, as Tommy’s, now, dark gaze met her fearful eyes. Not a word was exchanged as his hands grabbed her roughly when she tried to escape from him, manhandling her smaller body harshly against the wooden surface of the desk. One hand kept her body flat against it, pressing painfully on the centre of her back, while his other gloved hand pulled up her dress.. revealing her white panties to him.

A hum of approval escaped his lips as he kneaded her flesh, ignoring her whimpers and pleads to stop. The view in front of him, so strangely innocent and pure, made his cock hardening in his pants, in a quite painful way.

Lowering his icy eyes with his hand he moved her thighs apart, rubbing slowly two thick fingers against her clothed folds.

”Look at that, already wet” he cooed mockingly as he moved his fingers, spreading her wetness by using the fabric of her panties.

His left hand digging in the flesh of her covered back, to hold her down and to keep his urges under control. It took much more self-control than he thought it would, not expecting that a girl that pretty would take interest in his inexperienced little brother.

Her eyes were tightly shut, forcing her mouth to stay closed, to make sure she wasn't making any noises. Her mind was a mess as his hands travelled down her heat, touching the places that nobody else ever saw.

As soon as his thumb pressed on her clit, her hips involuntarily jerked forward as she bit her bottom lip, trying to muffle the sigh that so desperately tried to escape her lips.

”So needy, eh? What would your grandma think?” Thomas chuckled, feeling how her body tensed, her hands trying to reach him, and push him off, unsuccessfully.

The young woman was so focused on trying to make him stop that she didn’t notice the moment when he pulled her panties to the side, allowing the cold breeze of the room to hit her wet bare pussy.

“No, please– sir!” she yelled in a moment of panic, Tommy’s free hand quickly covering her mouth as he toyed with her folds, opening her so that he could take a look that sent shivers down his spine. That sure was a pretty pussy, he thought while daring to move his index finger to her entrance.

Her sweet nectar wetting his gloved hand, making it even more noticeable “Look at you, sweetheart” he cooed mockingly again, as his finger pushed slightly deeper, in need to find out the truth.

Angling it slightly to the side, with a tip of his digit he could feel the thin barrier that was in the way of her tight tunnel.

Shaking his head, he leaned towards her, his wet lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

”So innocent, aren't you? Such a small, untouched cunt.” He breathed out, the urge to fuck her becoming increasingly stronger.

Letting out a breath, he pressed his index finger inside without even warning her… just grunting quietly into her ear, as she bit down his hand because of the pain.

So tight and warm, he thought. Tommy could feel how wet she was as he moved his gloved finger against her walls, biting on his bottom lip as he kept going further.

By the way she was moving it looked like it hurt her, as if she was feeling the burning sensation. One felt by a pure woman when her cherry was about to be popped.

“I guess you were right, honey” Tommy hummed, now circling her clit with her gloved hand, his middle finger helping his index one to feel her hymen before pressing against it harshly. Leather covering his hands caused his fingers to appear even thicker, stretching her pussy out so much that they both had to fight the urge to groan at the feeling.

Tommy's cock was fully hard at this point, leaking with precum into his underwear as his fingers explored the depths of her virgin pussy.

His eyes daring to close, so that his mind could wander in places it shouldn’t. The mere thought of his thick cock wrapped and squeezed for dear life by her pussy was driving him wild, making his finger start to thrust faster as he moved his hips against nothing, just unable to fight the fantasy that he was inside of her precious cunt.

“Fuck, that’s it, honey” he praised, moving his wrist in a quick motion, leaning closer again. His hot breath hitting her neck with each exhale. ”I knew you were a little slut.” He rasped out in a shaky voice, struggling to keep his composure while feeling her pussy clench down on his fingers like a vice.

“Can feel your filthy cunt squeezing my fingers. Yer fookin’ close, aren’t ye?” he growled in a low tone, parroting back mockingly her noises of pleasure.

Y/n cried out at the humiliation and the overwhelming feeling in her lower belly. Despite her desperate attempts to not give into it, she couldn't fight it as he kept fucking her with his thick, gloved fingers.

”Give it to me. Stop fighting it.” He commanded through his teeth, as he felt his cock throbbing impatiently in his pants, demanding attention.

”N-no!” She pleaded quietly, trying her best to suppress the tension that pushed her on the edge of her first orgasm. Breathing deeply, she caught his wrist, trying to stop him, but Tommy just laughed quietly.

”There you go” He whispered, leaving a small kiss on her temple before shoving his fingers knuckle deep, fucking her with hard and quick strokes, curling his fingers up to hit her g spot with each thrust.

His other hand was clamped over her mouth, which she ended up biting as he made her cum so hard, that just a couple seconds into the orgasm, her body shook and vision went blurry as her juices shot out on his hand, wetting his glove when she squirted for the very first time in her life.

Y/n’s eyes rolled in the back of her head as she trembled, muscles relaxing as the feeling got… way too much. She was too long gone in her pleasure to notice at first the sound of his belt clicking open, the zip of his pants being pulled down with the fabric, so that his cock was finally free.

After licking his gloves from her wetness, he grabbed a hold of her hips, pressing his rock hard cock against her flesh, hsi eyes fluttering shut when he started to move his hips. Grinding at an animalistic pace, his main goal his own pleasure.

He needed to rub his cock, keeping it squeezed tightly between their bodies, for a couple of minutes to finally shoot his load on her lower back.

As they both breathed heavily, he moved carefully away from her, gathering his cum with his hand to shove it in her mouth before fixing his suit and walking out of the room without a word.

He walked followed with the same powerful aura, at a fast pace towards the front door

“Let’s go” Thomas ordered his brothers while walking to the front door, patting Finn’s shoulder with a serious expression

“She’s not a virgin… anymore” he informed him as he stole a cookie and walked out, nodding at the old lady with a crooked grin.

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honestsycrets · 11 months

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Amor y Respeto I: Mi Alma || [Miguel O’Hara x Latina!Reader]

Chapter II: Corazón

❛ pairing | Miguel O’Hara x FB!Reader, platonic Hobie x Reader

❛ type | oneshot

❛ summary | the moment you want a sign of love from Miguel is the moment that your relationship is fucked.

❛ tags | fuckbuddies, a very latinx piece, jealousy, jealous Miguel O’Hara, a sparse hobie appearance, spidey!reader, latina!reader, no translations of the spanish included, gif credit to the original owner, nsfw, female reader, some mention of blood and wounds, some creative liberties, slight spoilers.

❛ sy’s notes | not my usual fanfare and i’m a little rusty but miguel hit me straight in my heart. i consciously omitted spanish translations in this work. consistent pet names include mi alma (my soul) & muñeca (doll). this is not my usual fandom and i may have missed some fandom nuances, so i apologize in advance for creative liberties. lastly, emotions impact the reader’s healing capabilities, hope that's clear enough. thank you @lisinfleur and @ivarsrideordie for your help. i’ll be dropping an ivar fic soon, see you then!

In your cultura, disrespect was unacceptable.

You knew it. Your lover knew you knew it: but for you, there was something greater than respect. Amor. If he knew that you knew about her little escapade, oh, it would be unforgivable. It undercut the very foundation of what he did at HQ. But even between lovers, where the time you spent was fleeting and unstable, there were things you could not share. Besides... how would he know?

The day had been long. Your body ached with the dizzying speed of patrols past the vine-covered high-rise apartments of your beautiful city. Your room was stuffy with the tropical air struggling against humidity. With dried blood on your skin, the perfect remedy was a shower. Its warmth soothed your aching muscles after a long day. You found your mind wandering to problems that didn’t immediately demand a solution. How you’d avoid cotton mouth the next time you saw him. Sooner than you thought.

The shower door whizzed aside, plumes of steam fading into the cool air. “Shit!” you shouted, reaching to cover your body. Miguel bent his head as he stepped into your cramped shower and cupped the frame. He shut the shower door. Did he already know? You nipped your lower lip raw and the taste of blood turned your tastebuds. Somehow, you knew that he hadn’t slipped off from HQ just to have you. Not tonight. He had that glazed-over look in his sharp eyes, considering you the same way he might consider anyone else.

“Miguel?” you fluttered your lashes at him which winked off plump droplets of water. “Mi alma, que paso?”

“Did you know?”

You reached out to turn the knob of the water off. It creaked to a stop. Despite tracing the droplets that coasted down your curves, he watched you with otherwise uninterested eyes. When you failed to respond, he stomped closer, kicking up the water that swirled under your bare feet.

“Did you know?” His fist pounded the side of the shower wall. Your heart leapt into your chest where it fluttered painfully, encased in your chest. Miguel bared his angular teeth at you. Teeth that usually marred your neck with possessive bites, loving kisses, and teasing scrapes. He never bared them at you like this. It was always a possibility, never the reality.

You met his eyes. The certainty you had moments earlier that oh, he wouldn’t find out, was gone. Of course, he found out. Your Miguel always found out. With that dead, blank expression, you knew the gravity of your situation.

“Of course, I knew.” His chest swelled with forceful inhalation of air as you spoke. “But Gwen… I, they’re only kids. Kids who--”

“Kids? They are not just kids. Coño, I’d expect this of them,” he prompted your name and took a step forward. You took one back. Then another, knocking your back into the shower walls. You were like a small bird in an even smaller cage. Nowhere to run and still, he wasn’t about to give you the luxury of personal space. You were pinned between his firm chest and the two stony walls against your back. His voice lowered dangerously low, barely a murmur against the shell of your ear. “But you? You know what’s at risk.”

“They love--”

“Y que?” he snapped your name out again. “Tell me, when those kids destroy thousands of lives, what does that change? Have you ever stopped to think of that? Of the lives this will ruin?”

“I just... wanted them happy. If even for an instant.” You hung your head. He set his clawed hand to the side of your head, combing through the stringy strands of your hair down with a false care that you wanted to believe in. But it was entangled in the strings of his manipulation. “Of course, you have, muñequita.”

“Then can’t they--” His hand balled up into a fist and careened with the wall behind you. Your head snapped away as his claws unfurled and released crumbling bits of the wall by your naked toes. You’d have to clean that up-- later. You took a deep breath and exhaled the frustration that packed away in your belly. “Sabes qué? I am sorry that love isn’t enough for you, I am sorry that I have never been enough for you.”

“No. No puedo con esto,” he looked down at you. As he leaned in, his forearm above your head supported his body weight. “Muñeca, por favor. This isn’t about us.”

“Why can’t it be?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I just want to be with you, but you won’t let me in,” you reached out. The soft pads of your fingertips hovered by his sharp jawline eased past his ear and into his ruffled hair. For a second, brief as it were, his eyes softened. He leaned into the touch. You had your window. “Why won’t you let me in?”

Whether or not he was past the anger, the disrespect, his thick arms wound around the small of your waist. In some bid to bring you back to your senses-- to him, he set his forehead against your own, dwelling in the soft scent of your floral soap that filled his nose. You tilted your head, capturing his lips in a kiss. His body became as sturdy: unmoving and guarded.

“I can’t give you what you need.” He reached back to remove your hands from his hair and with care settled them back on your moist chest. As he made his way out of your bathroom, his warning echoed through your mind. “Stay out of my way.”

Miguel’s love was unstable. Affection, not love. If you were honest with yourself, you would admit that you always knew it was bound to fail. You were lucky for what time you had with him. It made subsequent missions all the harder, wrapped up in this innate desire to be loved by a man who allowed himself to be loved by none. Without his affection, HQ felt barren. Its many corridors held no life, no love, and no prospect of a better future. Yet, for Miguel, there you were. Your ballet flats tapped furiously alongside the ringing stomps of your partner’s steel-toed boots.

“Ay bendito, this isn’t healing,” you dabbed your fingers in the blood at your shoulder, storming past a sea of red and blue that parted for the pair of you. Your neck was oozing-- well, not oozing so much as soaking your outfit. The mission could have gone better. Sometimes your mind wandered at the worst of times. It didn’t matter, not now. It was done, he would be happy, and it would be enough for today. All that you did you did for him-- and he knew it.

“Your man won’t be happy about that,” Hobie cut through the crowd while walking backward. He made it look so easy. Conviction, you guessed, made life much easier.

“No,” you took the end of your silky rebozo and held it to your shoulder. “He only cares about results. We have good results. What does he have to be angry about? He has everything he wants.”

“Hm.” Hobie hummed, span around, and leaned over your shoulder. He was on your tail with his aggravatingly long legs no matter how quickly you walked.

“Hobie, por dios.”

“He broke up with you, didn’e?”

You didn’t have to answer him. You didn’t even need to talk to him. You could just keep walking and leave it to his imagination. Yet, your face faltered. The perceptive man he was, Hobie twisted in front of your path. He leaned his hips back and sank his face inches apart from yours. Hobie quirked a smile in his lazy eyes and an adorable lip pout. Your eye centered on his piercing to avert your focus from his words.

“Yeah,” he answered his own question. “Bet he did.”

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” you swerved around him.

“Maybe.” Hobie shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and sped after you. “But I’m with you.”

“How sweet.”

You knew your Miguel would be there: on that stupid platform, staring at multiple screens, at a lost life, departed from his reality in any other capacity but maintaining the happiness of others. Well, others that weren’t like you. You found him in that very same position when you pressed into his lab.

“What is it now?”

“We’ve taken care of it-- Hobie and I.”

“Good,” came his dry response. “Is that all?”

“Not in the mood to talk to your girl, eh?” Hobie clicked, throwing his arm over your shoulder: not out of care, or friendship, but spite. No matter the institution, Hobie always seemed to harbor harsh feelings for those in charge. If it meant pissing him off a little, rattling up the flow of HQ, Hobie was always an eager volunteer. Hobie turned his lips to your ear and prompted your name, “C’mon, leave him. Let's go get a drinky drink.”

You bit out a cry at the pressure on your neck, the damn thing wasn’t healing nearly as fast as it needed to be. You blamed the bundles of anxiety that rattled up emotions low in your belly. It was still open, soaking Hobie too. He didn’t mind a little blood on his shorn uniform. Good for the image, and all that.

“That hurt, Hobie!”

Miguel threw a glance over his shoulder. Just a moment, but enough to spot something else that agitated him. Your normally white outfit, fluttery and light, splattered with the blood that painted your red rebozo a little redder. Or maybe it was Hobie’s lips on your ear, making remarks about beer-- or whiskey-- or-- Molotov--

“Get off,” Miguel pounced down from his kingly stoop and flicked Hobie’s wrist. He snaked his wrist away, shoving his palms back into his pants. You threw him a look knowing that it was not because Miguel told him to but because he felt like it. The devil’s advocate that he was. Miguel unraveled the rebozo from your neck. His hand grasped your chin and angled it one way, then the other, rumbling in clear agitation “You’re wounded.”

“Déjame quieta. Don’t touch me.”

“And you?” Miguel rocked back on his heels, setting his well-corded arms on his hips. Then, he angled his body toward Hobie. “Where were you?”

Hobie lifted his pierced eyebrow. “He serious?”

“I can handle myself.”

“Can you? And you-- why are you still here?” Though Miguel asked the question, it was a statement. Hobie held his palms up, fluttering his fingers in mockery. You watched Miguel run his fingers down the bloody rebozo, counting its bloodied inches.

“Vente conmigo.” He leaned into your ear. The trill of his voice danced down your spine, low and husky. Your mind wandered to the many nights he whispered just the same in your ear. You suppressed the shiver, your heartbeat trembling so violently you were sure you could hear its pathetic thumping, nearly a cry. It hadn’t been long but... you missed this.

“You told me to stay out of your way. I am staying out of your way. Give me--”

“I won’t ask again. Either you come or I’ll make you.” That was it then. A flash of disbelief snapped across your face. The gall of this man. Even though he told you to stay out of the way, he demanded that you leave the lab with him? You caught Hobie perking up to look your way with shiny curious eyes. He pointed to his chest and then yours, suggesting… something you’d ignore. Hobie slipped out a smug hum.

“I’ll catch up with you later, Hobie.”

There were no good alternatives. You knew he would make good on his threat. Not that you particularly would want to fight him anyway. Whether it was respect or obligation, you ran after your Miguel, who already walked away. You snatched the rebozo from his waiting hand, suspended in the air.

Yes, your life was a delicate balance between love and respect. You weren’t sure which of those guided you back to Miguel’s dimly lit room. Only that as you sat on his bed, your once-was lover was behind you. His fingers worked swiftly on your neck, furiously tugging at your sore neck with what felt like a needle. No point complaining. It would eventually end. You could go find the boys. They could rail you about your dating choices as they always did.

“Lyla will find you another backup partner,” he broke the silence. You rathered he didn’t operate in this limbo of false intimacy. Your lips parted into a sigh rife with agitation. The drawback of fucking your boss was this, you supposed. He controlled your life.

“No, she won’t. I like working with Hobie. I want him.”

Miguel paused short of dipping the needle back into your skin. “What do you mean-- you want him?”

“What does it sound like? I like working with Hobie. I trust Hobie. So I want Hobie by my side.” You slapped your lacey thighs and turned to gaze into those familiar eyes. “Así que, no, I do not need another backup. I don’t need you controlling every inch of my work life. I need you to hurry up.”

“Muñeca. If you’re emotional, you’ll heal slower.”

“Do not call me that,” you jumped from his lush bed. Your neck squealed for you to stop and let him fix what was clearly broken with the slack thread that connected your body to his. Oh, and what a metaphor it felt like. Your life was sewn together by a man who held all the strings in his hands. “You don’t get to call me that. Not anymore. You made it clear how little you feel about me-- and my feelings.”

He lifted his eyes to yours. A long, slow look. The sort of look that made you question it all. As if the things you said weren’t really from your lips, no matter how sure you were of them. You broke the exchange first and grasped the long strand embedded deep in your neck.

“Your feelings,” he held out his hand and tugged the line, “tend to get in the way of what needs to be done.”

Startled, you looked down at his open palm. You slipped your smaller fingers into the middle of his palm and sat back on the bed. He slid behind you, pressing his core against your backside-- because that was completely necessary. With soft care, he shifted your hair over the opposing shoulder and continued his work.

“Apart from that, you shouldn’t have gone on that mission. You were distracted. If you weren’t so emotional,” Miguel murmured. “We wouldn’t be here.”

If you weren’t emotional? You screwed your eyebrows together in a pathetic attempt to ignore what he just said. To ignore the way that he demeaned the fuel of your abilities, what guided you through this traumatic thing called life. Meanwhile, Miguel functioned on minimal emotion-- the suppression of what he’d lost by protecting what he was.

“It’s your fault I was distracted in the first place.”

“You should be able to control your own feelings.”

“Fine. Apúrate. I’ll get out of your way.”

Miguel snapped the healing aid thread and ran his clawed fingertips across the long streaks on your neck and shoulder. It was mere moments that he lingered there circling your neck. As your breathing evened out, you felt your body pull together fibrous strands of tissue and heal. Yet, you couldn’t care.

“Done.” Miguel refused to address your gaze but opted to draw your top back into place to over your breasts. You stood and secured the buttons of your halter top behind your neck. That was it. You’d return to your duties, healed half by your emotions and half by Miguel. You would need to learn to ignore the love you had for him. One day, all this would be well. Miguel rolled up the excess thread around his reel.

Fine. If he was going to ignore you--

“Do you think,” you paused long enough to debate your words. Enough for Miguel to glance up with his stoic red eyes and lift an eyebrow at you. It irritated you how unemotional and consistently unbothered he could be when you stood there just the opposite. Always desperate for a sign of his feelings. “Hobie wants to fuck?”

There were some lines you should never cross. While you would never actually fuck your partner, the mere mention of the thought ever crossing your mind was one step too far. It was terribly disrespectful. Miguel’s reel plopped onto the floor and rolled short of your feet.

You slid your palms over your hips before hooking at the bend in your waist. His gaze focused on the glide of your hands trailing slowly down your sides. Sides that he often snatched in the dead of night after a warm shower. Or that he’d cling to during lovemaking. Your following words caused him to lurch off the bed. “Qué piensas? He might still be in HQ, no?”

“What,” His hand fit along your neck like a tight collar. The next moment, pain radiated from your skull and blurred your vision. The pain licked flames of excitement to life in your belly. A gasp slipped from your lips. Instead of shock, your cry was tinged with delight. With his wild brown hair slumping forward over his scarlet eyes, he was more beautiful than ever. His claws squeezed your neck, jerking and slamming your head once more. His breath tickled your cheek. “What did you say?”

Of course, he couldn’t help himself: the control freak. He was a genius. You knew he knew it was bait. He had to. But your looming threat was enough for him to take the risk. Your lips curled, laughing your words rather flippantly. “I said-- do you think Hobie wants to fuck?”

You eviscerated his already thin patience. The searing pain of his fangs piercing your battered neck seared all thoughts of Hobie from your mind. Your hands choked out a pitiful cry. “Miguel, Miguel, Miguel-- calma.”

The familiar burn of his frantic biting, his violent ownership of your body, made your body slick. He lifted your hips onto his, legs dangling over his slim thighs. Crunched up against his massive body, you felt small but as if you were the focus of his world. Just how you loved to feel when you were encased in his arms.

“You think he could fuck you like I can?” His gravelly voice rumbled. His face pinched tight, daring your response. “That you can replace me— so easily?”

No, the answer was a resounding no. But he didn’t need to know that. If Miguel thought he could play games with you, you’d play games with him. The last forty-eight hours had been a blur of his rejection. It was only fair that Miguel felt the same.

Blood seeped down from your neck, a feeling you were accustomed to today. On the other hand, you weren’t accustomed to how he tore into your uniform as if it were as offensive as your harsh words. You calmly noted that you were glad to have multiple: a consequence of doing this work too long.

That was it. You slid your hands up his forearms, around his firm biceps, to his broad shoulders. There you rested your arms, knocking your foreheads gently together. Past the rage, you recognized the slightest hint of fear in his eyes. The promise that you were lying. For security under another name. You refused to give it to him: he never gave it to you.

“He is Spiderman, isn’t he?”

He shifted the pad of his finger between your lips. Your tongue slid over his thumb, crooked in your mouth to suppress any more words that he may regret hearing or that you may regret saying.

“He may be,” Miguel rasped. His lips quirked into a wicked grin. With Miguel’s sudden sharpness, you weren’t expecting to see his smile. You welcomed it, a rare delight that you found yourself loathing the more he spoke. “But you’re mine.”

His. The inklings of fear you previously spotted in the depth of Miguel’s eyes seemed to weaken, sliding his thumb from your lips, rolling past your nipple, and the muscles of your stomach. He slid past your vulva, trailing with expert care along your slit. It was barely a touch if even a graze. Words failed to form. They were a thick bolus in your throat, congealed and thick.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I thought so.”

Your eyes trailed Miguel’s strong jawline and ambled up toward his lips. Your gaze lingered there as his fingers slipped between your lips, finding your cunt soft and wet. His eyes flickered toward your shy gaze and danced his lips against yours by virtue of his words. “It doesn’t seem like you’re that interested in finding him.”

“How would you know?” you cried out when one of his clawed fingers dipped inside your body. Your hips jerked onto his hand to seek out more of him. Your traitorous, awful body. It wasn’t comfortable when he scratched you while stroking your velvety inner walls. But you always needed more of his touch.

“Oh,” Miguel hummed. He bent close-- your eyes now focused on his high cheekbones. You couldn’t look him in the eyes and know that he knew how weak you were for him. “I know. It’s the way you look at me.”

“As if--” You dropped your eyes, reveling in the pressure of his prodding fingers, the delight in having him here, with you, once again. It shouldn’t have felt as intimate, as comforting as it did, but it did. His fingers withdrew, pleased with his work. “You know I can give you what you need.”

“You said you couldn’t,” Miguel slipped his fingers into your mouth: sweet and sour with your own excitement and the scratches of blood. His hands worked at the waist as you secured yourself on the wall with your hands, knowing what was next-- and expecting it.

“I lied.” he drawled out, a long hum. He spat on his hand and rubbed himself as you watched, anticipating the soft prod of his cock’s head at your entrance. It hadn’t been long. Yet, as he buried himself in the warmth of your body, you inhaled a wealth of air into your chest, exhaling it in soft shudders. Perhaps it was the fear of never having this again.

His large hands shifted underneath your ass and pinned you square against the wall. His claws drew blood to the surface of superficial cuts. Your hands snapped to his shoulders and clung onto him for some security. You found no rest between the wall chafing your back and Miguel’s long, pointed strokes into your body. Your body burned with the pull of his dick dragging in and out of your cunt, fighting to keep him inside with every squeeze and pull. He wasn’t lying, you knew. But it didn’t matter. Not when you were his complete and utter focus.

Miguel let a word of praise slip free as he ground into you. With a wall of muscle before you and the sturdy wall behind, breathing was slight and hard to come by. It had to be what he wanted-- to make you focus on him and him alone. It’s what you deserved after antagonizing the man. Your hands found his hair, knotting your fingers in it, and accepting the ferocity of his deep, then shallow strokes into your core. Your eyes flitted shut as he bottomed out, grinding his hips in tight circles. As you came, your body furiously clenched onto his cock, slowing his sweeping thrusts.

You craved it: the moment of Miguel’s weakness. Your body urged out his orgasm with a noise tempered by pleasure and annoyance. Your cunt milking earned you a particularly firm slam of his hips. Miguel would drag you down to take it all. He spilled into you with a deliciously unique warmth, grinding his hips until spent. His forehead rested on the crook of your neck. In place of another hard bite, he gently kissed your collarbone and throat. After he finished, he settled you down onto the floor. But your legs were sloppy, weak shaky things. Miguel snatched your hand as you swayed to keep yourself upright.

“I have to go,” you held his hand begrudgingly for support. Then bent down to pick up strips of your clothes. Yet another victim of your relationship with him. You would have to... mend this. Somehow. Probably not. “They’re expecting me--”

“Muñeca,”

“Cálmate, Miguel. You know I’m not going to fuck him,” you swiped the coursing fluids down your thigh. You dragged your hand down Miguel’s firm chest and danced your finger up his chest to flip up his chin. He glanced down, puffing air from his nostrils in protest. His eyes rolled, oh so slightly. “He’s not my type. I like them big, mm?”

“You would if he was?” he bristled.

“I never said that.” You said. Despite this fact, certain needs needed to be met. Ones that if he didn’t fill, someone else would. You both knew this. Your work was long and stressful and done in the name of the man who was before you. If for nothing but that love, you knew you would keep going. You believed in Miguel: his choices and his heart.

“You didn’t need to.”

“Mi alma--” you stopped, waving your hand at his pet name. “All this is fleeting. I need someone that will meet my needs. To tell me they love me. Can you?”

He pressed his lips together and stewed on your request. You knew without a question in your mind what that answer was. In the aftermath of sex with Miguel, he was closer to you than ever. And yet, it was impossible to convince him of an actual connection. For him, it was easier to leave you than love you.

He didn’t need to say it.

“I know you, Miguel. You didn’t lie. It was the truth,” you slipped your hand from his. Instead, you opted to set a fleeting kiss on the side of his lip. For better or worse, he didn’t reciprocate. Your steps carried you backward. Then, you afforded him a small deprecating smile. “Other than sex, you can’t give me what I need.”

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beeing1alive · 16 days

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Tokyo Revengers boys have to sleep on the sofa after an argument

f.t.: Mikey(Manjirō Sanō); Darken(Ken Ryūgūji); Mitsuya(Takashi Mitsuya)

Mikey:

he argued with you and you both got loud

after an hour he couldn't take it anymore and left to ride his motorbike through the city to clear his head. motorbike through the city to clear his head

when he came back, his bedding wasn't in his bed as usual, but on the sofa instead

asked you what that was about and you told him that you needed a bit of distance from him and that he needed to sleep on the sofa

became very quiet and went to sleep on the sofa without another word

but he couldn't sleep because he missed you

so after a few sleepless hours, he came over to you and meekly explained that he couldn't fall asleep without you and that he missed you

he also apologised to you

and because he was so sweet, you forgave him and said that you wanted to cuddle

he doesn't need to be told twice and goes straight to bed with you to cuddle you

you stayed like that for the rest of the night and he fell asleep after just a few minutes

Draken:

the argument started with the normal question of where he had been

but he was irritated and then just snapped at you that you didn't have to care

he got a bit too loud and rude

you left and left him alone in that room

this room was full of angry energy and it sounded like everything he had just thrown at you echoed off the walls

fell into a chair and slumped down, thumb and forefinger pressed to the bridge of his nose

he regrets it, so so so so much

wanted to tell you the same thing and jumped up to run out of the room, still reeking of aggression, into the living room

you were nowhere to be found, only his bedding had been thrown on the sofa

had actually intended to tell you that he couldn't sleep without you and neither could you without him, but realised that you probably wanted some peace and quiet and left you alone

so lies down without you on the otherwise warm and cosy sofa, which seems much colder and more uncomfortable to him at the moment, and tries to sleep

as expected, it didn't work

at some point, early in the morning, he couldn't take it any longer and came to you in the bedroom to ask if he could lie down with you

You didn't answer him, you just threw back the covers next to you back as a symbol that he could lie down with you

mumbled a thousand apologies into your hair as you lay there wrapped up in his arms and the blanket like a borito

Mitsuya

was stressed and, honestly, I hope we can all agree that he doesn't usually take things like that out on the people he loves, especially not you

but even he makes mistakes from time to time and sometimes his brain circuits go haywire

so he grumbled at you and used words that you had heard coming out of his mouth

you just stared at him at first, because that's not his way of just not driving you

that's why you were shocked and the last word you said was that you needed time to think, alone

screwed up in pain at the thought of all the things he had just accused you on

but he respects your decision and will leave you alone until you're ready to talk

is still surprised when he sees his bedding lying on the sofa in the living room and knows straight away that he certainly couldn't go to sleep without you

doesn't even try to sleep and prefers to continue working on one of his works for you instead

at some point he got so tired that he decided to ask you if he could sleep with you after all

asked you as politely as possible and assured you that something like that would never, ever happen again

you allowed him to, of course, how could you have ruled otherwise when he was standing there in the doorway like an abandoned kitten and unintentionally at that -thanks you and apologises to you until you effectively shut him up with a brief kiss of reconciliation and he then simply drifts off to sleep with you in his arms

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jeonstellate · 2 months

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forever by my side

mingyu still honors the love signified by his ring, even after all this time.

๑彡 kim mingyu x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 divorced!au/ex-husband!au, post-break up!au — fluff(?), angst(?)

๑彡 paragraph format — 0.8K words

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[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

๑彡 title is taken from zack tabudlo’s by my side (ft. tiara andini).

๑彡 thank you sm for the overwhelming love for my future in your eyes! please accept this as a thank you gift :]

๑彡 this is connected to that fic, a prequel of sorts, but can also be read as a standalone. (i highly recommend reading that, too, though.)

Kim Mingyu is a man of confidence.

He exudes confidence, regardless of what he does. It’s a natural part of his aura — something that he can never control at will.

It comes in handy for his line of work, which often requires him to socialize and impress others. Occasionally, though, it also needs him to give presentations in front of large crowds.

As his audience continues to stare at him, with a mix of glossed eyes and awestruck expressions, Mingyu begins to appreciate his inborn confidence a little bit more.

He’s an extrovert. He does well with crowds. He’s comfortable striking up conversations with complete strangers. He’s talkative and spontaneous and outgoing, amongst other things.

And with his confidence, Mingyu can command a room with ease.

Yet, still, it doesn’t necessarily mean he enjoys public speaking — especially if the crowd he’s addressing is full of college students who are currently everywhere, just not in the classroom.

He can hardly blame them. He has been in their shoes before. He knows what it feels like to listen to professors and guest lecturers drag on when he rather spend his time elsewhere.

"Well then, if you guys thought of more questions later," he began his wrap-up speech, "feel free to email me. Thank you—"

A flurry of moment on his right caught his attention, effectively halting his speech. However, the cause of it is gone by the second he turns.

The only evidence he has that he didn’t hallucinate the entire thing is the murmuring that suddenly engulfs the room. And the small folded piece of paper on his right that seems to appear out of the blue.

Mingyu reaches for the paper and looks around the room. He immediately notices the students’ renewed interest in him. Or perhaps — most likely — they are just interested in how he responses to the note.

He looks down as he opens the paper.

Mister, do you have a significant other?

He chuckles soundlessly. Not because of how off-topic it is from the presentation he just gave, but because it is apparently enough to bring you forth in his mind.

After all, you are his other half. Someone he met and fell in love with within the walls of your college campus. Someone he put great effort to deserve the heart of.

The only one he could see sharing a future with. The only one he went down on one knee for and waited for at the end of the aisle.

The only one he loves with his soul. The only one he respects and cherishes to an unfathomable extent.

Mingyu gives a shy smile to the sea of students before raising his hand, palm facing inward. He lets the gold band around his ring finger shine under the spotlights aimed at him.

Their collective disappointment is loud.

Mingyu finds their reaction amusing. He has watched countless people react to his marital status over the years. Those who appear dismayed, he notes, often try their best to hide it, albeit unsuccessfully. As a matter of fact, this is the first time anyone has ever showed disdain so openly — a whole group, too, no less.

He can’t stop the soundless chuckle that escaped. He has always been proud of his marriage. He boasts about it — and you — every chance that he gets. It’s something that always brings a smile to his face. Something that he never gets tired of.

Even after the divorce.

The end of your marriage had been a mutual decision. You both agreed that it was the best action to take, before anything escalated to something unbecoming. And, at the time, it was the best decision to take.

The end of your marriage didn’t signify the end of his love for you, though. That’s why, even years after the court made your divorce official, his wedding ring stayed on his finger.

Mingyu may have failed to keep you by his side, but he absolutely has no plans to rid himself of the only physical reminder of your marriage.

Mingyu may have lost his rights to claim you as his spouse; but at least in front of strangers, he can still pretend that the gold around his finger is more than a remembrance.

"How are you going to find a replacement for your wedding ring if you keep letting people think you’re still married?" Minghao wonders when he meets up with him after his presentation.

Ironically enough, his longtime friend personifies the reality that his façade only works with strangers. Those who don’t know what happened. Nor can read him like an open book. Nor notice the hint of sadness in his eyes.

Mingyu simply shrugs at that, "Bold of you to assume I want a replacement in the first place."

(After all, his wedding ring isn’t just a conversational piece. It’s also his lifeline . . . something he can’t bear to lose, especially when he already lost you.)

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changed the game

pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

summary: steve would do anything for you, but he would never tell anyone why—until today

(i suck at writing summaries but it’s basically just 4.8k words of best friends to lovers with the best soccer mom ever!)

warnings: swearing, steve being adorable, slight violence but it’s only like one slap, fluff central

a/n: i really am a sucker for the best friends to lovers trope. enjoy!! <3

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(gif found on google, credits to owner)

You burst through the doors of Family Video, looking around the store frantically for the one person you needed to find until you finally spotted him reshelving movies in the corner. He (surprisingly) didn’t see you coming, so when you popped into his line of sight, he jumped.

“Jesus Christ!” Steve yelped, all the tapes in his arms clattering to the floor.

“Sorry,” You offered him a guilty smile, kneeling down to help him pick everything up. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Uh, no, you’re—you’re all good. I was spaced the hell out.” Steve mumbled. “What’s up?”

“You’re going to Lucas’ game tonight, right?”

“Yeah, of course. Why?”

“Would it be okay if the boys and I hitched a ride?” You asked sheepishly. “I promised I’d drive them, but my sister called dibs on the car for her stupid date, and I—”

“Yeah, sure! No problem.” His response was immediate (and a bit squeaky too), head nodding so fast that his hair fell into his eyes. “I can pick you up at six, swing around and grab them on the way?”

“That sounds perfect! Thank you so much, Steve, you’re a lifesaver!” You beamed at him, passing off the rest of the fallen tapes into his arms and pulling him into a quick hug. He barely had time to react before you backed away, but your perfume lingered in his space. “I gotta get to work, but thank you again. I’ll see you tonight.”

Steve managed a weak wave goodbye before watching you retreat out the doors, mind still processing your conversation.

“Alright, I’ll shoot. When are you gonna tell her?” Robin’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked over to see her leaning against the front counter with her chin propped up in her hand and a shit eating grin on her face.

“Tell her what?” He snorted, shoving the rest of the movies back on their respective shelves. Robin aimed a rather pointed look at him. “Seriously, what?”

“Oh, you’re serious?” She raised an eyebrow. When all Steve did was give her a dumb look, she sighed. “When are you gonna tell Y/N that you’re in love with her?”

Steve froze in his tracks, gaze whipping over to her incredulously. “What?”

“You heard me, dingus.”

“You’re insane.”

“Steve, you were literally just telling me yesterday about your date with Brenda tonight, and you just agreed to play soccer mom carting around a bunch of your kid friends, all because Y/N batted her eyes and said pretty please?”

“We’re friends, Robin. That’s what friends do.” He replied with a shrug, but even that seemed forced. “Besides, I can just call Brenda and reschedule, no big deal. She’ll understand.”

“I’m your friend too, and you wouldn’t even give me a ride home from school after band practice last week!”

“That was different!”

“Yeah, you’re not completely head over heels for me!”

“Y’know what?” Steve huffed, grabbing the movie cart and pushing it away from Robin. “I have work to do. I don’t need this.”

“Right, because you’re so hard at work reshelving tapes!” Robin called after him, to which he flipped her off behind his back.

Once Steve finished reshelving all the rewound tapes, he glanced back over at the counter to see if Robin was still behind it, and when he saw that she was helping an old lady in the far corner of the store, he hurried over to the phone, digging the scrap of paper that Brenda had given him out of his pocket and dialing her number. He drummed his fingers on the counter as it rang, trying to come up with a way to bail on their date at the last minute without seeming like a jackass.

“Hello?” Brenda’s sickly sweet voice poured through the receiver, and Steve cringed.

“Hey, Brenda, it’s Steve. Harrington.” He said weakly, twirling a pen between his fingers.

“Steve, hi!” She sounded happy to hear from him. “I’m looking forward to our date tonight!”

“Yeah! Um, about that…I hate to do this so last minute, but I just came down with the nastiest case of food poisoning, and I think we’re probably gonna have to take a raincheck on our date.”

“Oh no, you poor baby!” Brenda cooed. “Of course we can reschedule, no problem! Whenever you’re feeling better, just give me a call.”

“Thank you so much, Brenda, you’re a real saint!”

“Maybe I’ll swing by your place and bring you some soup?”

“No!” Steve blurted, then let out a forced chuckle. “No, I mean, I think food poisoning is contagious, and I’d be so bummed if you came by and I gave it to you.”

Brenda giggled, and he could just picture her twirling her permed blond hair around her finger like she always did around him. “You’re so thoughtful, Steve.”

“That, I am.” He sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. “I, um, I’ve gotta go…y’know—I’ll just call you sometime, yeah?”

“Feel better soon!”

Steve mumbled out a ‘thank you’ before hanging up, ignoring the guilt pooling in his stomach and instead focusing on how happy you’d looked when he said he could give you and the boys a ride.

“Does your ass ever get tired of all the shit that comes out of your mouth?” Robin asked innocently, pulling him out of his thoughts. Steve just flipped her off again on his way to the back room, where he collapsed into one of the flimsy plastic chairs with a heavy sigh.

Robin was right, he was head over heels for you (but she didn’t need to know that). After Nancy, Steve didn’t think he’d ever be able to connect with anyone ever again. But then you came along with your bright smile and witty comebacks and how much you cared about your friends, and he fell hard and he fell fast. You’d ruined him for anyone else, in the best possible way.

He’d been going on all these dates with different people, trying to find one person who he thought he could be happy with for once, but with every date he went on, his heart wasn’t in it.

You had Steve Harrington wrapped around your finger, and you didn’t even know it.

He’d do anything for you, so canceling a date that he didn’t even really want to go on was the least of his worries. Steve just hoped it didn’t end up backfiring on him in the future, because that would definitely not be a good look for him.

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“You’re baking. You hate baking, why are you baking?” Your older sister, Callie, furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as soon as she walked into the kitchen, eyeing the mess of baking supplies on the counter with you in the middle of it all.

You blew a stray piece of hair out of your face, hands too covered in sticky dough to touch anything else. “Cookies for Steve.”

“Cookies for Steve,” She repeated, nodding slowly. “Why?”

“Since someone,” You aimed a pointed look at her, “is taking the car tonight, he’s driving the boys and I to Lucas’ game.”

“Is he now?” She hummed, smirking.

See, what you didn't know was that Callie was friends with Brenda, the very same Brenda who was supposed to be going on a date with Steve tonight. Also the very same Brenda that had just called her sadly about Steve having food poisoning and canceling said date. Now hearing that he’d bailed on her to help you out, everything she’d been picking up on between you and Steve finally made sense.

The way Steve always hung onto your every word, gazing stupidly at you when you weren’t looking. Every single time he’d gotten you something just because he thought you’d like it. How he’d show up at your house and watch god awful movies with you, and she could hear both your snorting laughters all throughout the night.

And now this: Steve making up a bogus excuse to get out of a date all because you’d asked him for a favor.

There was no mistaking it—Steve Harrington was in love with you.

And you definitely felt the same way about him, because here you were, baking cookies for him like you were Betty Crocker despite your outspoken hatred for it.

“So what’s the deal between you and Steve anyways?” Callie asked nonchalantly, reaching across the counter to snag a handful of chocolate chips and popping them in her mouth.

“What deal?” You pulled open the oven to put the cookies inside to bake, setting a timer for ten minutes before turning back to her with furrowed brows to see that she was looking pointedly at you. “There is no deal with me and Steve, Cal, we’re friends. Friends help each other out.”

“Right,” She dragged out the word amusedly, like she didn’t believe a word you were saying. “So you don’t like him? Like, like him like him?”

“Me, like Steve?” You forced out a laugh, shaking your head. She nodded. “No, I don’t like him. Why are you asking?”

“Oh, no reason.”

“Weirdo.”

“Says the one covered in flour,” Callie shot back, wrinkling her nose at you. “Don’t you have to go get ready or something?”

One glance at the clock above the sink had you swearing like a sailor, because you now had less than an hour to clean up your mess, shower, get dressed, and let the cookies cool before Steve picked you up.

“Can you help me clean up?” You yelped, scrambling out of your dusty apron and chucking it at Callie frantically, who dodged it with an indignant noise.

“No, it’s your mess, you clean it!”

You were already hurrying down the hall to your bedroom, but you managed to catch yourself on the doorway as you yelled back at her. “I’ll take your laundry duty for the next three weeks!”

“Five!”

“Deal!”

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Steve watched you leap down the steps outside your front door, smiling as you waved wildly at him on your way to his car.

“Hi, Steve!” You chirped, sliding into the passenger seat smoothly. He nodded in acknowledgement, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel casually. “Thanks again for giving us a ride, I hope I didn’t crash any plans you might’ve had.”

“Nah, no plans. And you don’t need to keep thanking me, I’m happy to help out,” He chuckled, pushing down the nagging feeling in his gut and pulling away from the curb smoothly. “Whatcha got there?”

You cracked open the plastic container on your lap with a sheepish smile. “Cookies. Made them as a thank you, but—”

“Oh no, I’ll take that thank you,” He said quickly, opening his mouth without taking his eyes off the road. “Gimme one!”

Popping a cookie into his mouth with a chuckle, you wiped your fingers on the collar of his jacket, listening to him groan about how this was his favorite one and how you’d ruined it. All you did was roll your eyes playfully, cranking up the radio to drown him out, but Steve switched gears right away, singing along horribly to every song that played—especially if he didn’t know the words.

You couldn’t help but admire him from your side of the car, your eyes taking in every slope, curve, and contour of his face. From the sharp angle of his jaw to the curve of his pink lips; the scattering of freckles across his cheeks to the lines on his face that morphed into the cutest dimples whenever he smiled—in your eyes, everything about Steve Harrington was perfect.

Sure, he could be a little dumb sometimes, but that was another one of the things you loved about him.

And you did admit, the whole falling-for-your-best-friend thing wasn’t your smartest move, especially since that best friend was Steve freaking Harrington, who went on dates with different girls practically every other night and had a reputation for being quite the ladies’ man. You liked to think that he’d mellowed out since his King Steve days, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t have Hawkins girls lined up out the door to get their share of him.

You didn’t really have any right to feel the jealousy that you did every time Steve talked about how he went roller skating with Stacy from junior year trig, or went out for milkshakes with Carla from the girls’ volleyball team, but you couldn’t help it. Steve was out of your league, and there was nothing you could (or would) do about it.

“Hey, you okay?” Steve’s voice drew you out of your thoughts, and you saw that he was looking over at you in slight concern. When he saw you refocus, he smiled softly. “There she is. I was starting to wonder if I’d have to steal another cookie myself.”

“I, um, I’m good. I was just…thinking.” You mumbled, embarrassed at the thought of being caught thinking about Steve by Steve.

“Thinking, huh? Care to share?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You teased, eyes glinting with amusement.

“I would, actually. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that mind of yours.”

“Maybe another time, Harrington.” You giggled, offering out another cookie as a consolation prize that Steve plucked right out of your fingertips. The car slowed to a stop outside of Dustin’s house, where the curly haired boy was already waiting outside impatiently, brows furrowed in confusion at the sight of Steve’s car but hopping in nonetheless. “Hey, Dustin! Sorry we’re late.”

“It’s fine, the game doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes,” He assured you, then turned right to Steve. “But what are you doing here? I thought you were going—”

“We should really get going if we wanna pick up the rest of the gang and get to the game on time!” Steve interrupted forcibly, shooting Dustin a very pointed look in the rearview mirror.

“But—”

“All buckled in, Henderson?” Dustin nodded slowly. “Alright, time to go!”

Without further ado, Steve pulled away from the curb, cranking the radio back up and leaving Dustin (and now you) confused.

The atmosphere of the car ride to pick up Mike and Will, then to the high school, was awkward to say the least. The boys were in the back whispering about something you couldn’t make out and glancing at you and Steve in the front seat, while Steve was significantly less chatty with you than he was before Dustin got into the car. As soon as the car was parked, the younger boys filed out of the backseat, barely nodding at Steve’s promise to meet back here after the game was over in case anyone got separated before hurrying off towards the gym.

“I’m gonna say it because nobody else will, but what is wrong with those kids?” You asked incredulously, wrinkling your nose at how weird they were acting.

Steve just chuckled nervously, falling into step with you as you made your way slowly to the gym as well. “I ask myself that everyday.”

You noticed how Steve didn’t answer your question, but decided not to push in fear of making things more awkward than they already were now. The two of you made your way into the school in silence, passing off your tickets and finding an empty space midway up the wooden bleachers, an aisle away from the band. You caught Robin’s eye and waved at her excitedly, nudging Steve with your elbow for him to say hi too. He waved, purposely ignoring her smug gaze by focusing out on the cheerleading squad.

“Has Robin made her move on Vickie yet?” Your voice was soft in Steve’s ear, but still made his breath catch in his chest at the fact that you were basically leaning against him to be heard in the loud gym.

“She, uh—no, she hasn’t. Not that I know of.” He stuttered, gulping nervously.

“I think they’d be good together.”

“I keep telling her that, but she keeps pushing back,” Steve shrugged. “You should talk some sense into her.”

You smiled at him, patting his shoulder. “I think I will. Maybe I’ll swing by Family Video tomorrow.”

Right as Steve was about to respond, a shrill whistle from the referee signaled the start of the game, not leaving much room to discuss Plan Robin-gets-the-girl.

You couldn’t help but touch Steve every time something big happened during the game, whether it was latching your arm around his during a particularly risky play, elbowing him playfully when he made a sarcastic remark about the players, or much to Steve’s dismay, smacking his shoulder roughly every time Lucas touched the ball, as if Steve wasn’t watching the exact same game you were.

The final play of the game was by far the best, when Lucas hit a buzzer beating three to bring it all home, and you nearly knocked Steve over hugging him in excitement. He wrapped his arms around your waist, reciprocating your hug and taking it one step further by lifting you up off your feet for a few seconds. Your nose nudged against his hammering pulse point at that, which you just chalked up to the adrenaline of the game and not what it actually was—you throwing yourself into Steve’s arms without a care in the world. It made Steve’s heart hammer in his chest, so much so that he was still thinking about it as the crowd was filing out of the gym, the cool air doing wonders to sooth his flushed cheeks.

You nudged his shoulder gently, shaking him out of his head. “So, what do you think? Think we got a shot at winning the championships this year?”

“I’d say yeah, so long as Coach takes Sinclair off the bench and puts him in action.”

“I bet you could put in a good word for him, King Steve,” You teased, letting out a shriek of laughter and dodging Steve’s hands when he lunged towards you in retaliation.

“Get the hell back here, you little—”

“Steve!”

Steve stopped in his tracks at the sickeningly familiar, once sweet, now turned very, very angry, voice that rang out from behind him, sending his heart that was just swelling with happiness plummeting into his stomach. Squeezing his eyes shut, he turned around slowly to see none other than Brenda standing behind him, arms crossed over her chest and eyes glaring right at him whilst she snapped the pink bubble gum forcefully between her teeth.

“Hey—hey, Brenda!” He cleared his throat awkwardly in a sad attempt to keep his voice steady.

Shit, she looked mad.

“That food poisoning really cleared up fast, didn’t it?” She deadpanned, and if her gaze were lasers, they’d be boring a hole right through his head right now.

“Yeah, uh—about that, I’m really sorry,” Steve mumbled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s not you, it’s me.”

“Seriously? That’s the line you’re gonna use?” Brenda scoffed, rolling her eyes. “If you didn’t want to go out with me, you should’ve just said so instead of making up some bullshit excuse!”

“I didn’t mean to, I just—it came out! I’m sorry, okay?” He blurted, realizing a split second after that he’d definitely just made things a whole lot worse. She looked about ready to rip his face off as she stalked towards him angrily.

“It just came out???” She shrieked, eyes blazing with fury. “You’re an asshole and a coward, Steve, you know that?”

“A coward?” He arched an eyebrow. Asshole, yeah, he could admit that much. But coward? That one threw him for a loop.

“You heard me.”

“How am I—y’know what, I don’t even think I wanna know,” He shook his head, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, Brenda. Truly, I really am. It was wrong of me to lie, and I apologize.”

“Fuck you, Steve.” She snarled. Steve saw her hand go up, but he didn’t even register that she’d slapped him until a burning pain took over the entire left side of his face. Even then, he could only stand there in stunned silence as he watched her storm away from him.

Meanwhile, you were watching the whole thing from a few feet away, going through a myriad of emotions at their interaction and ending wide eyed in shock at the sight of Brenda slapping Steve clean across the face.

“What the hell just happened?” You nearly collided with him as you rushed forward, your fingers instantly angling his chin towards you to assess the damage. An angry red hand imprint was already beginning to blossom across his cheek.

He squinted with a scrunched nose, feeling his face grow hot in embarrassment. “It’s nothing, I’m fine.”

“Steve, she just bitch slapped you across the face, that’s not nothing,” You pressed, dropping your hands to prop on your hips with a frown aimed up at him. “What was she talking about?”

Steve blew out a heaving breath, backing up a few paces. Everything was blowing up in his face right now. “I lied earlier. I did have plans tonight. I was, uh, I was supposed to be coming to the game with Brenda…on a date.”

“Steve, really?” You gasped, bringing your hands up to cover your mouth. “Oh, this is all my fault, I shouldn’t have—”

“No! No, Y/N, this isn’t your fault. It’s mine, I should’ve said something.” He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “This is on me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you had plans? I would’ve figured something else out.”

Steve had two options. He could either use the same line about wanting to be a good friend that he used to justify his choice to Robin earlier, or he could man up and come clean, actually tell you why he dropped plans for you. Finally confess that he was in love with you.

But the way you were looking at him, all confused and guilty and so beautifully conflicted at the same time, he couldn’t lie to you anymore.

“I need to tell you something,” He blurted, getting the ball rolling so he wouldn’t chicken out. You tilted your head at him curiously, your expression inviting him to get what he needed to off his chest. Steve inhaled a sharp breath first, steeling his nerves. “The reason why I lied about my date, it’s—it’s the same reason why I keep going on so many dates.”

“I’m not following…”

“I go out on all these dates with all these different girls to distract me from the fact that there’s one girl who owns my heart. One girl that has me so wrapped around her finger that I’d do anything for her, no matter how big or small.”

“Steve,” You said softly, your breath hitching in your chest at the way he was stepping closer to you with every word with the most serious and the most nervous look you’d ever seen grace his face. “What are you saying?”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N, so goddamn much that it hurts. I’ve been in love with you for…god, I don’t even know how long now,” Steve was nearly nose to nose with you now, taking your hand and placing it on his chest, right above his jackhammering heart. He didn’t care how many people were watching right now; he was on a roll and there was no way he was going to stop himself. Steve didn’t think he could even if he tried. “This heart is yours, Y/N L/N. It always has been, and it always will be.”

You didn’t even realize there were tears rolling down your cheeks until the rough pads of Steve’s thumbs swiped under your eyes gently. “You’re crying. You’re—shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Then he was backing away quickly, hands trembling in uncertainty at your reaction to his confession, because shit, out of all the times he’d imagined this whole thing going down, not once did he expect you to start crying.

It was damn near impossible for you to find the words to convey the knot of feelings pooling in your gut, so you did the next best thing that you could think of to make Steve understand that you loved him too. You surged forward before he could back off completely, body crashing against his and arms winding around his neck, and you kissed him. Hard. Lovingly, but yeah, still hard.

Steve froze again for what seemed like the hundredth time today, his brain short-circuiting at what was happening at this very moment. You. Him. You were kissing him. In the middle of the parking lot. For pretty much all of Hawkins to see.

Holy shit.

You were kissing him.

Kissing you was better than Steve had ever imagined—and he’d imagined it a lot. You tasted heavenly sweet, like the strawberry chapstick you always wore and the chocolate from the cookies you’d eaten earlier, and it made him weak in the knees. His hands were traveling up and down your back, resting at your waist, pulling you closer, moving like he didn't know what to do with them but didn't want to let you get away. Yours, on the other hand, stayed firmly planted in his hair, which—despite all the products that you'd always seen strewn across his bathroom counter at home—was surprisingly soft to the touch.

It wasn’t until you heard a series of wolf whistles from passing students that you remembered you were in the middle of the parking lot, kissing Steve right out there in the open for everyone to see. And it was that thought that had you pulling away from his addicting lips, pressing your forehead against his as you tried to catch your breath after the kiss had pulled it out of both your chests.

The world felt like it was spinning when you pulled away from him, like you’d just gotten drunk off his kiss, and you missed it already.

“Whoa,” He panted, chest heaving. “What was—you…what was that?”

You gnawed on your lower lip in contemplation, pondering how to word this in the best way. “In the car earlier, you said you wanted to know what I was thinking about.”

“I remember.”

“I was thinking about you.”

“Me?” His voice was soft, honey brown eyes lighting up at your words.

“Yeah, you. And how I’m in love with you too.”

“You are?”

“I love you, Steve Harrington.”

Steve couldn’t help the dopey grin that stretched across his face at your words. “That—wow, that feels really good. Just hearing you say it.” He chuckled breathlessly, thumbing at your waist. “Can I kiss you again? Please?”

“You can kiss me whenever you want.”

“God, that’s even better.”

He leaned in to kiss you again and you gladly reciprocated, subconsciously bringing your hand up to cup his face as he dipped you down slowly. As soon as your palm came in soft contact with his cheek, however, Steve hissed. “Ow, shit—”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” You yelped, pulling away from him in a panic. “I forgot!”

“No, it was worth it,” He groaned, wincing slightly as your fingers ghosted across the handprint across his cheek once more. “So worth it.”

“We should probably get some ice on that.” You chuckled, lacing your fingers through his and tugging him towards the car, where Dustin and the rest of the boys were all waiting with crossed arms and smug ass smiles.

“About high time you guys figured it out!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air exasperatedly. “God, I thought I was gonna have to confess for you, Steve.”

“Shut it, Henderson,” Steve rolled his eyes, but was still smiling nonetheless whilst snaking his arm around your waist. “Get your asses in the car, I’m taking everyone home now.”

“Why, so you can spend more time sucking face with your girlfriend?” teased Lucas, mimicking kissing the air childishly.

“I’ll make you walk, Sinclair!” Lucas pushed past Will into the backseat without another word. “That’s what I thought.”

The rest of the boys were quick to follow, none of them wanting to make the trek all the way home in the dark. You just shook your head amusedly, climbing into the passenger seat. Steve immediately took your hand as soon as he slid into the driver’s seat, resting it on the gearshift with his on top, but not before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. And when you beamed at him lovingly, he couldn’t help it. He leaned over the center console, capturing your lips in a soft kiss without giving two shits about the noises of disgust and retching coming from the boys in the backseat at his lovesick actions.

Because, in a twist of fate that somehow worked in his favor, Steve got the girl. He finally got you, the girl he’d always wanted but never in a million years thought he’d ever be so lucky to call his. The girl that changed the game for him.

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¹⁵.⍭ 𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Ari Levinson x bunny hybrid!reader (to Major Crossover—Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen and Steve Rogers x bunny hybrid!reader)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | bunny hybrid!reader, owner!Ari, Mob AU (loosely implied), dom/sub undertones, DD/LG undertones. boss!Ari, mean daddy!Ari and daddy’s mean friends!Andy, Steve & Lloyd. AGE GAP, power imbalance, size difference, breeding programs (for hybrids). SMUT - minors DNI, boot riding, daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification, finger sucking/gagging, dacryphilia, size kink, fingering (f, v & a), spit kink, bulge suckling (over pants?), p*ssy slapping, balls sucking, oral (m), squirting, overstimulation.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Every pet needs an owner and in your case, your daddy loves sharing you. Written for Kinktober 2022, loosely based on this ask.

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𝗔/𝗡 | *reposted bc it was causing me problems.* consider this my crossover fic for kinktober if my other one doesn’t come in time. aside from the mafia, ari and his friends work in the breeding industry too. dear anon, i'm so sorry i basically changed your whole request !! ari owns me !! Title from Put Me in a Movie by Lana Del Rey. No gifs/photos belong to me, check the Pinterest board on my kinktober masterlist, all credits go to the original creators. All mistakes are my own. [all asks]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

There are a lot of things that Ari is thankful for. From his respected family name, his close friends, and the luck or diligence that has gotten him this far. Given the number of bullets he’s dodged growing up, it’s a wonder he ever got to the top in the end. But right now, he’s most grateful for you, his little pet, on your knees and drooling all over his knee. He loved when you were a pathetic mess.

Another whimper slips out from your lips, drawing all eyes to you once more.

“Bunny, what did I say?”

You quickly wipe the spit from your face and strain to meet his eyes, your hips stutter when he raises his foot as you grind down, torturing your soppy folds with a single motion.

“To b-be quiet…” You clutch at his pants, dropping your head in submission. “Sorry, daddy.”

Ari’s gaze softens. He reaches out and pets your head, lightly brushing the soft fur of your ears, making you purr. “It’s okay, baby. I know you’re just a dumb little bunny. You’re lucky daddy’s friends are so patient with all of your interruptions—” He slips his digits into your mouth and forcefully turns your head, “—you should apologize to them.”

Your gaze falls on the man next to him and those thick thighs straining against his wool slacks. “I-I’m so-wwy…” Your eyes drift over each of them, shivers crawling down your spine at their intimidating stares. “I—” Ari jams his fingers to the back of your throat, making you gag and saliva drip down your chin. “So-ugh-rry! I’m sorry for interruptin’!”

“I don’t know if I forgive you, pet.” Mr. Hansen tsks from the other couch, “why don’t you show me if all of that wasted time is worth it?”

His words would’ve gone ignored if Ari didn’t choke you on his fingers again, pulling you out of that dizzy headspace. You suckle on his digits and heave, tears well in your eyes as your panties get slicker. Rocking faster and harder, you chase that euphoria that makes your clit tingle. Pitiful whimpers escape your full mouth, you don’t want to stop, it feels too good.

Ari’s fingers withdraw from your mouth with a lewd pop, “C’mon, we don’t have all day.” He points up his foot, making you cry out.

You quickly raise your hips and bend over, nuzzling your owner’s crotch while the other men leer at the shiny leather and soaked fabric covering your mound. Just spotting the sticky outline of your swollen folds and your needy button begging for relief.

“We can’t see anything with your wet panties in the way, dummy.” Mr. Rogers chuckles, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Take ‘em off.”

With a final nod from Ari, you slip off your underwear. The rush of cold draws a gasp from your throat, and your hot, weepy centre is not only victim to the cool air, but the eager eyes of your owner’s friends. Cream coats your pussy and your hole clenches around nothing, your puffy clit showing just how much you’ve been teased. After all, you have been riding Ari’s boot since the ‘meeting’ started.

Your knees are sore but you don’t care, you wanted any piece of Ari he would offer. Aching for him and his warmth, you whine and feebly attempt to get closer from your position between his spread thighs. Your cheek presses against his stiff bulge and your mouth waters for his heavy weight on your tongue—but you’ve been a bad, interruptive bunny, you don’t deserve playtime with daddy.

“Poor baby, why are you crying?” Mr. Barber asks, dark eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Want—I want daddy’s cock,” your bottom lip trembles, “wanna suck his dick and taste his cum.”

A switch flips and Mr. Barber smirks, all of the worry replaced with sick glee. “Are you sure you just want his cock? I’ve heard you love having his sack on your face and sometimes you just suck on his balls.” His words only make you cry harder out of pure want. You nod helplessly, making all of the men chuckle. “Sweet bunny wants daddy’s milk so bad, you’ll just—what did you call it, Ari?”

“Nurse on my balls,” Ari answers smugly, rubbing your head. “She’ll just wait until I’m close and shove my cock down her throat. I’m surprised she has room in her tummy at all—pretty thing always wants to taste my cum.”

“What a slutty cum-bunny.” Mr. Hansen’s eyes are still locked on your drippy cunt. “She has cum for brains, I bet.”

“Curtis and Bucky are gonna be pissed when they hear about what they missed.” Mr. Rogers snorts, “they both have a thing for little cum dummies.”

“Well then, maybe next time they should keep their word.” Ari rubs that special spot behind your furry ear, making your eyes glaze over and your jaw go slack. They could almost see every thought leave your head. “Right, pet? Aren't Curtis and Bucky just so mean to forget about you?”

You nod in a daze, staring up at him with so much love and trust that he almost devours you right there. “So m-mean, daddy…”

You don’t notice that the other men have moved closer, Steve and Lloyd looming behind you while Andy inches closer. His fingers trace to your other sweet spot behind your other ear and you nearly forget to breathe. Their gentle touch could soothe you to sleep like a lullaby and also make you immensely needier from the sensitivity. You know it’s more of the latter considering the heat fluttering in your stomach.

“Sweet, submissive girls like you shouldn’t ever be pushed aside. You deserve the spotlight.” Mr. Barber coos gently, “Don’t you agree, fellas?”

“She’s meant to be a star.” Lloyd crouches down behind you, slowly slicing your nightie with his knife, the silk falling to the floor and exposing more of your glowy skin. He leans close, inhaling your sweet, heady scent. “You wanna be a star, bunny?”

Again, you nod. “Yes, pl-please.” You say politely, jumping when Steve’s hand lands on your ankle, prompting you to spread your legs wider.

“I think you need to ask your daddy, dummy.” The blond tuts.

You lean forward, arching your back just like your daddy taught you—your owner liked it and his friends did too. A broken whine flows from your lips when someone brushes your puffy tail at the same time one long finger pierces your tight cunt, sliding knuckle deep and teasingly brushing your spot.

You turn just in time to watch Lloyd spit, his saliva runs down your puckered hole to your cunt, joining your creaminess. You moan and bite your lip, wiggling your bum in a silent plea. The brunet smirks knowingly and spits twice more, this time, getting close enough for it to harshly splatter on your rosebud and sticky pussy.

“Dirty bunny, you’re such a good little set of holes.” He praises, pulling out his finger to trail up and down your slit, smearing your wetness. “Been too fuckin’ long since I’ve had a taste.”

Your head snaps up, “Can Mr. Hansen taste me, daddy?”

Ari makes a thoughtful hum, “You want him to lick your pussy?”

“And o-other things…” You exhale shakily when Lloyd’s fingers return to your hungry hole, penetrating and easily building a slow and steady pace, “I want him to, uhm, suck on my thingy…”

“On your what?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, “my bunny button.” You were his plaything, his obedient pet, but you could never get used to saying nasty things. “I want—can Mr. Hansen suck on m-my bunny button, daddy?” You give him your best pout and even tuck your hands under your chin, “can he?” Your white ears fall slack against your cheeks, framing your face.

He always said that if you were a real bunny, your ears would drag on the floor and you’d trip on them.

Ari stares down at you, his head cocked to the side and his long brown hair brushing his cheekbones. “No. You didn’t say please.”

Your ears perk up in distress, “But—” Your voice breaks into a squeal when Steve grips your tail firmly.

“Better watch your next words, bunny.”

“I-I wasn’t gonna say something bad…” You shrink under all of their hard gazes, trapped under the shady blue. “Never say anythin’ bad to daddy… I promise, just ask him. Right, daddy? I don’t say anythin’ bad?”

Ari squints playfully, “but were you thinking of saying something bad?”

“No! Always thinkin’ nothing!”

The men laugh at your cluelessness.

Steve loosens his grip and threads his fingers through the soft fur of your tail, “You’re so soft, bunny. Your daddy takes such good care of you, keeping you all clean, healthy and pretty. You know how many other bunnies would be jealous that they don’t have a good daddy like you do?”

You don’t want to think of that. Regardless if he meant it, your mind instantly went to other bunnies taking your daddy. You’d never let that happen! You despised being away from him for more than a day and couldn’t handle losing him to someone else.

You hated thinking about it, but your short time in the breeding program was the loneliest you’ve ever felt. The silent darkness would eat you up, only to spit you out when your next appointment came. Thankfully, you were never bred because Ari saved you before that, but you heard horror stories about the sessions from his friends.

Those tales are lived nightmares for some, where your kind is reduced to nothing but a hole, fucked and tossed aside until a more fertile subject came along.

Hybrid numbers have been declining for decades, and in turn, the breeding industry has been steadily growing until recent years when the business started booming. Your kind was bought and sold, traded around until landing in the breeding program put in place to fix the diminishing numbers.

That’s where you were before Ari found you, unowned and desperate for any sort of connection. That’s why you latched onto him so tightly, clung to him like he was your lifetime—because that’s what he was. You never had an owner before him, so you didn’t know what was expected of you. Ari, as patient as can be, taught you everything you know and continues to give you lessons every day.

You’ve only made it this far because of him. Of course, you wanted to save the other hybrids, but you refused to give up your daddy.

Craving that sugary-sweet intimacy, you start pawing at his crotch but fail to unbuckle his belt. “Your cock please, daddy.”

“I think Steve asked you a question.”

Frustrated and upset, you faceplant on his dick dramatically, you wanted to at least mouth at his bulge, but he didn't give you permission yet. You weren’t a naughty bunny, but you didn’t want to think, you didn’t want to speak, you just wanted to feel close to Ari and have him in your mouth. “Ugh! Don’t know! L-Lots?!”

“All of them.” Another finger slips in alongside Lloyd’s and both slowly stretch out your hole, prying you open. “All those whores in the breeding industry wish they could be you. Getting coddled, loved on, and given everything you could ever ask for…”

“Your daddy saved you from there, bunny.” Andy finishes with a pointed look, “You better be grateful or else he’s sending you back.”

Ari wouldn’t ever do that, but he doesn’t correct his friend. He wants to see those fat tears pour from your eyes.

“No, daddy! Don’t send me back!” As if on cue, you start crying again. Not only from the fear of going back to that terrible industry and losing your daddy but the four fingers stuffed into your pussy and working you open thoroughly. They hit deep and in sync, splitting you wide as more spit splatters on your core. Your stomach tightens as a mixture of their saliva and your slick dribbles onto the floor.

Daddy was gonna make you clean that up later, you just knew it.

“Where are your manners?” A palm collides with your ass and the pain sizzles up your spine to your foggy head, shoving you deep under.

You struggle to meet your owner’s gaze with most of your upper body weight on his lap, and if you could, you’d crawl into his warmth. Even now, your body has a mind of its own and thrusts against the two hands behind you, “Please, daddy, don’t send me back… I love you.”

The three other men snicker about how cute you are.

You can’t hear them very well over the rush of blood flowing through your head. You squeak when a finger circles your rosebud, and doesn’t waste any time in sliding to the hilt. Your bones turn to sludge and your face lands on Ari’s hard cock again.

His teeth dig into his bottom lip as he smiles, “And, I love you, bunny.” He pets you before securing a hand on the back of your head, shifting his hips until his dick rubs against your lips. Your mouth opens automatically and you suckle at his bulge, tongue gliding over the denim.

“Look at that, bunny still wants daddy’s milk,” Andy murmurs, wiping your tears before sucking them off his fingers, groaning lowly at the bitter taste.

“She’s gonna get a lot of milk today,” Ari growls.

With your eyes shut in bliss, you fuck yourself on Lloyd and Steve’s fingers, muffled ah, ah, ah’s pouring out into the hot air, harmonizing with the sopping wet sounds. Their fingers are so big and thick, and even though they aren’t your daddy’s, they’re good in a different way. Good enough to make your thighs quiver as they speed up.

“Little bunny is going dumb.” Lloyd mocks, increasing his pace as your juices run down his arm, “Steve, fit two more.”

You see the light for a millisecond as all touches abandon both of your holes. The air fills your lungs with a deep inhale before you’re plunged into the depths again. Lloyd has replaced Steve’s two fingers in your cunt, filling you up with four of his, immediately hooking inside you to hit that rough patch. He pumps into you, feeling awfully tempted to slip his thumb in and give you something to really cry about—none of this you didn’t say please bullshit.

A warmth brushes your face before the familiar musk seeps into your head. Your eyes shoot open and you latch onto Ari’s sack, nuzzling your nose into his pubic hair to take one of his balls in your mouth. Low purrs ripple from your throat, sending vibrations through his body.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He jerks his leaky cock, breathing heavily. “Good bunny, such a good little pet for daddy. Finally getting what you want. Thank me for all the fuckin’ cum I’ve given you.”

Andy is unable to look away from your full mouth struggling to both of Ari’s balls, you’re trying so hard but you’re so small and dumb, nearly choking yourself. Your saliva smears down your chin, following in the trails of your previous tears, making you look like the perfect slutty pet.

“Look at you, nursing on daddy’s sack.” Ari grunts, tapping your temple until your eyes flutter open. “Stupid baby loves having all of her holes filled, she’ll just cry if she doesn’t get daddy’s milk.”

You nod dumbly, blinking up at him through watery eyes, still messily suckling his sack. You sneak a few licks up his length, tracing those prominent veins with your tongue.

Ari gathers the droplets from your face and brings them to his mouth again, “Fuckin’ cumdump crybaby, keep those tears coming, you know how much we love the taste.”

You hope you’re giving them all that they want— your tight holes, your salty tears, and giving your daddy his special thank you. You don’t realize you’re close until someone tugs on your tail, prompting a rush of slick to flow down your thighs and the elastic in your tummy to tighten.

Steve’s fingers prod at your puckered hole before penetrating, he works you up to it. Starting with one that’s soaked with your arousal and his saliva before adding the next and spitting some more, then repeating until he has four fingers in your tightest hole.

Too much, you try to say but your mouth is occupied.

“I know you can take four, dumb bunny. You’ve had two cock’s up here before.” His Brooklyn accent rings in your head, along with your daddy’s deep groans.

You fall further forward, trying to escape the eight fingers spearing you open.

Ari grabs both of your ears and pulls you off his balls. A string of saliva connects your lips to his wet skin. “Why are you being bad, sweetie?”

You struggle to speak with swollen lips and a sore jaw. “N-Not, daddy!”

“Now you’re being a liar too?”

You sniffle, hiccuping a quiet sob. “It was just—too much, daddy…”

Beside Ari, Andy rubs over the tent in his slacks, hungrily eating up your sad little face. “Sounds like you really want to go back to the breeding program. Is that what you want? Because I’ll have my friends take you back there tonight, you won’t even get a final sleep in your princess bed or your pretty cage.”

“No, no, please.” You beg, pressing your face into Ari’s thigh. “Don’t wanna go back ever, daddy.”

He pets you gently, calming you down and moving your face back to his crotch. “Better make it up to those nice men behind you then, bunny.”

Now a sniffling mess, completely caught between the pleasure of their dexterous fingers and the nervousness filling your heart, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—please, forgive me—” Your tail is tugged and you’re forcefully pulled back onto their rough hands. You mewl, arching your back before you latch onto Ari’s sack again.

From this angle, the two men look enormous. Their wide shoulders squared, and the light fanning around their heads like a halo. They’re all you can see, your daddy is all you can taste, and Steve and Lloyd are all you can feel.

You don’t know how long they play with you, all you know is that Steve and Lloyd have successfully covered you in their spit, stretched you open, tortured your clit and spanked your ass raw. One after the other, their palms strike your behind, turning you into a stupid, blubbering mess.

Ari has alternated between pulling your sensitive ears and squeezing them. Right now, your furry ears are held back by his hand so he could watch you slobber all over his heavy sack. “You gonna come, bunny? Show daddy’s friends how messy you can be, how much you fuckin’ love being used like a little fleshlight.”

Your gaze falls onto Andy, and more importantly, his unbuttoned shirt and massive length dwarfing your hand. Your fingers can’t meet around him entirely, but that doesn’t stop him from fucking into your fist. He controls your pace too, guiding your hand with his larger ones, making you squeeze his base and rub over the drippy tip.

“Cocksleeve, cumrag, cumdump, fleshlight—wish there was something we could call you for loving balls so much.”

“Sackslut.” Lloyd chuckles cruelly, “ballsbitch.”

“Ain’t that cute? Are you gonna thank Lloyd for giving you such pretty names, bunny?” Ari asks.

You would if you could but you were so all over the place, stretched out between four dominant men until you were a thin sheet of silk, floating in the wind and going wherever the breeze took you.

This particular breeze brought you to garbled moans and unstoppable tears.

Ari and Andy’s dark eyes lock on your face contorted in helplessness, their jaws clenched tight under their thick beards.

Just barely, you recall when they passed you around like a doll, making you ride their faces one after the other, rubbing your poor folds raw with their facial hair. You couldn’t walk for days after that, Ari had to carry you around like a real pet and bring you to all his meetings. Oh, and you had to look at all of his business partners that day, knowing well enough that five of them—counting Mr. Everett and Mr. Barnes—would be staying back because of Mr. Levinson’s famous hospitality.

They were as big and bad as your daddy, and just like him, they could be mean and cold-hearted but also sweet-talkers who gave the best kisses and cuddles, always bringing you gifts and turning your world into an array of colours and tingles.

Ari was everything you could have wished for, and his friends only multiplied that.

You’ve never had an owner or a daddy, and now it feels like you have six.

All it takes is Ari roughly tugging your ears when Steve pulls your tail for the wave to crash over. You cry out obscenely as blinding white erupts in your mind. Ari and Andy hiss when your nails pierce their thighs, locking them close as tremors rock through you.

Your juices spurt out, coating Lloyd’s hand and adding to the pathetic mess below. Your cunt convulses, forcing his fingers out as Steve becomes relentless, hungry for those little twitches and gasps you do whenever it gets too much. Right now, he wants it to be too much.

“Keep sucking on daddy’s balls, bunny.”

Pre cum smears on your face as you nuzzle deeper, suckling on his sack greedily through irregular breaths and sobs. Your knees are numb from the position and when Steve finally yields, you collapse forward.

“M-Milk, daddy.”

“Not yet, baby.” Ari hisses, his arm veins tense as he fists his base, fighting off his high but you’re greedy. You sloppily kiss up the underside of his length, just reaching the bulbous tip before he shoves you away. “I said not yet. You’re lucky if you even get a drop after that.”

“But I want you, daddy.” You weep, gnawing at his pant-clad thigh, your spit soaks the fabric. “Please, want you so bad—need you.”

Despite your pleas, he halfheartedly tucks himself away. Your bottom lip trembles when his throbbing flesh is back in his pants, the bulge still proudly prominent but you can’t see him, taste him. Andy follows suit and soon, you’re the only one still exposed. Sweaty, aching and ruined, knelt between the four of them like vulnerable prey.

Ari pets your spot. “I know you do, but remember what we were talking about before?”

Disoriented, you shake your head. Your orgasm still prickles at your skin, low vibrations flowing through your system as it dies down. You're about to ask him to clarify when a harsh spank lands on your clit. The burn is soothed by two, rough fingers. They circle your nub harshly, making you weakly squirt again.

“Poor bunny button—so swollen, huh? I bet it hurts if I just—” Steve is cut off by your whimper as he pinches your clit. Meanly rolling the nub between his fingers, bullying your most sensitive spot.

“Steve, she can’t think if you’re doing that.” Ari chastises.

“She doesn’t think anyway.” Lloyd rubs up your back, feeling the heat of your flesh. “She’s just a dumb and ditzy baby.”

Steve begrudgingly obeys. He just loved your bunny button—playing with it, sucking it, he loved watching it get swollen and responsive. He has yet to convince Ari to try out other methods of stimulating your tasty nub, but he refuses to give up.

After giving you a final pinch, he pulls away and licks his fingers, unable to resist your taste. “Remember last time, pet? Just you, your daddy and me.”

“She wanted you instead of me.” Ari scowls bitterly, “you like him more than me?”

“No, daddy! I just—” It was Ari’s beard. He had ruined you the previous night, eating you for dessert in the car back home and for breakfast the next morning. You couldn’t handle that coarse treatment thrice in a row.

Steve pinches your button again. “She thought she took the easy way out.”

Out of all of your daddy’s friends, Steve was always clean-shaven, so he was less brutal on your cunt, but he loved to torture you. Overstimulation was his favourite thing and he’d draw orgasm after orgasm out of you, making you fall into a heap of sweat, spit, and cum. And while you’re half-conscious, he’d torment your clit until you fully woke up again.

Lloyd crawls next to you, cupping your face with the same hand that was knuckle-deep inside you. “Ask your daddy to make you a star.”

Another slap on your cunt has you falling forward and tears springing from your eyes. Your cheek lands on Ari’s thigh and his muscles flex under his slacks. You’re so close to his cock, a few inches more and you could suck him through his pants.

“God, what are these fuckin’ ears for.” Lloyd huffs, “did you hear me? I said to ask daddy to make you a star.”

You gulp nervously, “Can I, uh, please be a star, daddy?”

“How could I deny you when you ask so nicely…” He trails off, his voice leading the way for the rest of your senses to slowly flood back in.

They come in pieces, from the sunlight pouring in through the sheer blinds, to the feel of the velvet couch before you, and to the smell of sweat and sex in the air.

“To make you a star, we’ll have to make a movie, bunny.” Ari tilts your head up with his knuckle, “You wanna make a movie with daddy and his friends?”

Making a movie? Like the ones you’ve seen on television with the explosions, convoluted storylines and ambiguous endings? You couldn’t imagine yourself in one of those.

“What kind of movie?”

“Oh, just a special one. It’ll show how close we all are, and how much we love you.” Ari explains loosely in a low tone, “how much you love us… how much you love what we do to you.”

Without much thought, you agree. “Okay, daddy, we can make a movie.”

All of their faces break out in matching grins, brighter than the sun and stars combined but with endless sin lingering behind.

Ari raises his hand and the tall, glass french doors open, and two men enter. One is younger with frosted tips and circular glasses. The other has long hair that brushes his swaying shoulders and a sick twinkle in his eyes.

You wonder how long they've been waiting, or if they saw what just happened, but your short attention span brings you to the strange things they’re carrying in.

It’s a bunch of equipment you’ve never seen before, from cameras to lights and a discrete black box.

“That’s Jensen and Mr. Pronge. Daddy picked them just for you, they’re the best in the business and they’re gonna help us make you a star.” Ari pets your special spot again, making your head fall slack on his thigh, inches from his clothed throbbing length. “Because my bunny is so perfect that the whole fuckin’ world deserves to know it.”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: my kinktober should’ve just been called Aritober bc he’s taking over my life. I also wrote another character coming to ‘help make the movie,’ a certain Dr. D but took it out, I wouldn’t mind posting the little drabble though 👹

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! check my kinktober masterlist for the doctor ransom drabble !!

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

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adora-but-ginger · 10 months

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Soon You'll Get Better

pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!reader

summary: you were going to get better. you had to.

word count: ~1.6k

warnings: buckle up and get ready folks because we are headed on a one way ticket to angst town today, fluff at the end though don't worry, swearing, hospitals and talk of death, please do not read this if you feel like you are not in a comfortable head space for it, as this takes place in a hospital and revolves around the possibility of death (no one dies though it's okay), Miguel crying

a/n: i. almost cried making this three. times. miguel is soft in this story because i said so. it's sad, and you might cry.

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He made sure that the flowers were the color you liked the most.

They smelled of a summer day, memories of your first days in the HQ making him grip the stems just a little tighter.

He knew you liked the ones that were just about to bloom, so you could watch it happen, watch them come to life. The florist in your universe knew him by name now, and another shard of him broke apart every time they gave him 'that' look, with slivers of pity filling the flower-tender's irises.

You would like the sky today, how the birds were singing along the treetops, how the city's skyline mixed with the graying clouds. He never paid attention to the sky, to the clouds, until he met you.

The universe had to have something against him at this point. Gabi still haunted his every waking moment, and if you didn't wake up--no. you would wake up. The doctors had said that they were hopeful, but then again, they could just be lessening the blow. It had been three weeks, and it choked him up when a part of him whispered that he had already lost you, too.

He was losing hope.

He walked his way to the hospital, you always hated cabs. Your universe was vastly different from his own, but they were both beautiful in their own respective way. Yours reminded him of watercolor paint to his acrylic.

He always hated hospitals. That's why he refused to go to the spidey medbay back at HQ, why he always patched himself up unless you were there. The only reason you weren't at that infirmary was because of your last words to him, when you desperately grasped his hand, blood trickling down your temple. You had looked him in the eyes, and his stomach was practically ripped from him when your eyes lost your focus. He squeezed your hand tighter then, pleading, begging, for you to stay with him. You had only the strength to whisper, and only a sentence escaped your split lips as you squeezed back.

"The sky, isn't it lovely?"

And then you let go, you went limp, and his heart stopped. You were in civilian clothes thank god, because you had gotten into this position trying to protect someone as you were grabbing your dinner for the two of them. He had froze when Lyla alerted his watch of your situation, you should’ve been home twenty minutes ago, and he completely shut down when he saw your state, ambulance sirens in the distance. He held you, bleeding to death in his arms as the portal behind him snapped shut.

He hasn't slept much since then.

It was some advanced technology that they used while you shoved the scared civilian out of harm's way, taking their place. The technology used was one that he had never seen outside of this universe. Your doctors knew how to handle it, but he didn't. He failed, again. He hadn't gotten there soon enough, and he was paying for it.

The hospital was always too bright, too bland, too full of the ghosts of those who never made it out the exit doors. The nurses greeted him as he walked in, the 'Good afternoon Mr. O'Hara's’ echoing off of the sterile walls.

You had been in a comatose for three weeks, and he had been showing up every day for three weeks. He would come to this horrid place every day of the rest of his damn life if that meant that he was there for when you woke up.

Because you were going to wake up.

You had to.

Your room had the best view he could manage to convince the doctors to give you, and he knocked three times before he went into it. The familiar smells of a hospital room assaulted his nose upon entering the stiff space, the only noise being your heart monitor.

Miguel made his usual rounds, walking to your bed and making sure you had the blankets just the way you like them.

"Hello gorgeous, you'd like the flowers I got today."

It was weird, talking out loud in a room full of two whilst only one responded. Your room was relatively high up, and you could see the waterfront in the distance. He picked up the wilting flowers that resided in the wine-bottle vase that you had gifted him long ago. He went over to the sink to rinse the vase out, and a fresh wave of guilt and nerves washed through his body as the water washed out the fallen petals.

And then he followed the same steps he followed for the past three weeks. He sat down in the chair next to your bed, setting the new bouquet down in the vase on the side table, and he talked. He talked about what you were missing out on at HQ, about the adventures that he went on in the various universes that day, about which nurses and doctors you'd prefer.

He wasn't one to talk, but he would for you. He felt safe to talk in front of you, he always did. The team back at the spider society knew about what happened and popped in every now and then too, but it was never for too long. Miguel on the other hand practically lived there, having maneuvered the chairs into an easy but uncomfortable bed for himself to lay in long after the sun said goodnight. He brought his excess work, he brought the flowers, and he sat by your side. Then the sun would rise, he would leave, keep the multiverse in check, and come back.

You two had never said 'I love you' to each other, but that's okay. At least, that's what he told himself as the days pressed on, because he knew that the minute your eyes would open, and they would open, he would speak them to you, hell he would get on his knees and pledge his love for you for the world to hear, if that meant you would wake up.

But for now, he could show his love in his being there, in his gifts, in his bringing meals to eat with you, in his reading to you, in his shitty commentary of the sitcoms your universe had on the television.

This was the most vulnerable he'd been in quite a while, and he didn't really know how to process it. He started crying more, but only here. He would cry as he laughed at a stupid joke you told him months ago, as he reminisced on what once was.

Tonight was no different, and he was on the third book of the week, reading the words out loud to you, licking his fingers before turning the page. He didn't really like these types of books (for romance was never a strong suit of his) but you did, so he loved them for you.

"Can you believe it? I cannot understand why he would go for the prince of all people?" He raised his free hand in an exasperated sigh as he shook his head. He quickly readjusted his reading glasses (that he would deny that he had until the day he died). "Okay I do understand why, but after what had happened with the king trying to kill him, he continues to go out with the prince? The stable boy is clearly head-over-heels for him." He paused, looking at you before grabbing you hand, lightly brushing his thumb over your knuckles.

"You would agree with me."

He hadn't been this vocal since he was in the universe with his daughter again, and it was weird for him. This silent, brooding man took a step back the moment he entered those automatic doors, and this new old version of him came out, one that hadn't seen the light of day in too long.

Miguel was currently so engrossed in this story that he didn't even notice the shift in his grip, the change in the beeping that had become white noise to him at this point.

It wasn't until a sputter of coughs came from the bed to his left that it dawned on him that you were waking up, an then it was a blur.

You squeezed his hand again.

The book dropped onto the floor.

The nurses rushed in.

You locked eyes with him, not fully open yet, but awake.

He was rushed out then, to make sure you were stabilized and for them to run some tests. Miguel wanted to be in there, wanted to be in by you, and practically jumped when a person in scrubs caught his attention.

"You can come in now, sir."

And there you were.

You were awake for the first time in weeks, and you already had the remnants of a smile on your face. He missed you so much. "I missed you so much."

"That king..." you coughed again, accepting water in a plastic cup. "He sounds like a dick."

Miguel laughed. He laughed, and there were tears streaming down his face. Yours too. "I love you so much, mi amor."

And yeah, maybe you had been out of it for nearly a month, but when you tilted your head up to bask in the moonlight, the smile on your face made you look ethereal.

"I've been waiting for you to say that for years, love." He could see you take a deep breath, your chest rising and falling. Your chest was rising and falling. You were alive.

You were alive.

Your eyes travelled to the nicely placed vase.

"Miguelito, you got my favorite flowers. You remembered."

He moved to sit on your bed, your hand slowly, shakily, barely able to move, reaching out to him. He took it and sat at your feet. "Oh just you wait until we get home, there's flowers everywhere."

Sometimes, he thought, maybe things did work out.

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tapwateronly · 6 months

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hello, you have reached @tapwateronly.

welcome to my blog

hii i’m Lania, i’m 19 years old and a student of dental medicine. my favorite color is pink and my favorite type of flowers are tulips and peonies. my star sign is Libra and here on tapwateronly, i share memes. enjoy ♡

want to be mutuals? sure lmk :)

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side blogs: @coldwateronly @sparklingwateronly

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crediting; MOST of the memes i post on this blog are not mine. i usually don’t credit the memes because i don’t know who their original creators are and to be fair, the memes i make myself get taken without credit. i don’t care, but if you do, dm me for credit. i only credit if i know that you are the original owner of the meme, not just because of the fact that its not that deep in the first place, but also because you can hardly tell the real creator of the memes. i find the memes on other platforms not tumblr.

some of the memes are mine, but feel free to take them. i don’t want you to credit me.

about tags; usually they’re random. i may tag something with another name wrongfully, i don’t do that on purpose. i’m just in a community, like many other people, my posts usually have a certain aesthetic to them that people of that community are able to recognize. there’s really no need to attack me for tagging my posts randomly. sometimes i respectfully don’t care.

not everything i post completely reflects my personality; and you should know that about everyone online. because i post what i find funny and what i find funny is not always relatable to me or my personal life.

NSFW blogs, do not message me; feel free to interact or follow but do not message me, no matter what the context is about. you’re immediately getting blocked. if you really need to get your message across to me, message me on another blog, where i can take you seriously. yes i’m a horrible person, no i don’t care. this was a great conversation, this site is huge. im sure you can find another person that wouldn’t offend you lol.

call me a close minded person. but every blog has it’s own rules, and these are mine. learn to respect them.

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• if you click here you’ll get rick rolled. don’t say i didn’t warn you.

• life in isolation.

• don’t be sad, look at that ray of sunshine. it’s you. that’s how i see you, i love you.

thank you for reading my introduction

have any idea how long it took me to write? a long time.

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take care.

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#introduction #nov 3rd 2023

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tower-girl-anon · 1 year

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Asteroid Bless (92891) in the signs and houses

Hello! Today I came with this post that talks about this asteroid and the possible meaning that can represent according to the house and signs it falls in your natal chart.

As always, take this with a grain of salt, I apologize for any mistake, please don't copy or repost this post without giving proper credits to the owner, and please remember that, despite the presence of this asteroid in our chart, we still have daily blessings in our life that we should be thankful for. Even I forget to be thankful sometimes because, in the actual times, we have been told that we don't have nothing if we don't succeed so we (including me) tend to forget to thank for what we already have.

Anyways... please enjoy the reading.

Aries/1st house: you could be blessed in this lifetime with physical atractiveness, drive, energy, bravery and passion to move through life. Those who have this aspect in the first house will find that many people will try to get close to you since your energy, at first, signals them that you are someone who has a lot of blessings in their life even if you don't feel like it. Due to that reason, they will try to come close to you so they can feel or absorb, if it's negative, part of that energy. In Aries, most of you will find that you are blessed with energy and courage to pursue anything that fulfills your soul. On another side, you can achieve bless by doing the same thing I've just stated.

Taurus/2nd house: you could be blessed in this lifetime with oportunities to form a solid and stable life, being that either in the financial department, self-worth, or both. The efforts you take in your labors and the things you'll try to acquire will be fully suported by the universe so, maybe, you will find that the things to seek to acquire comes naturally to you. Unless there are negatives aspects in the chart. And in relation to your self-worth, maybe you will face struggles with that but you will be granted opportunities to prove yourself and realise that you are worthy of your blessings because you worked hard to get through these obstacles. And you came out winning. Another thing that you could be blessed with relates to a possible abbility with art. Especially creating art with objects. Working hard on your proyects and keeping a good self-worth can bring you blessings in your life.

Gemini/3rd house: you could be blessed in this lifetime either with an incredible voice, siblings, knowledge (intelligence), time at school or trips. In the first case, you could have a beautifull voice or a talent for singing. In the second one, your relationship and times with your siblings could feel as a blessing or will bring blessings to you. The same can be said about friends. You feel blessed by having the friends or siblings that you have. In the third option, you could have a great time at school because you were blessed with a high level of inteligence and comprehension of different subjects. You could have chances to travell in your life as well, and your voice or communication can also be a source of blessings in this life.

Cancer/4th house: in this lifetime, you could be blessed with your family or to create a safe space to call your home. This can be a literal or metaphorical thing. In the first case, the universe could gift you with a loving, caring and close family setting in which there is mutual affect, love and respect towards each other. In the second one, which can include the last option depending on the case, your blessing could be granted by the form of the creation of a new family when you are older (for those who wants to get married and have children). This can apply to those who wants to live on their own or have a private setting which you can call home and helps you to connect with your inner self. Your emotions. That can be granted with this asteroid in this sign or house.

Leo/5th house: in this lifetime, you could be blessed with self-confidence, creative talents, children or all of them. On another side, you could recieve blessings by being yourself with no fear and pursue your talents and everything that makes your inner child happy. It is possible that you had a talent or creative abilities since you were a child. Maybe in acting, in crafts, arts, sports, etc. By following your passions, you could have oportunities and luck in the future for you to develop your skills. For those of you who likes children, you could be blessed in this lifetime with kids if you want them and, if not, children are naturally drawn to you. They feel blessed in your presence. On another note, since the fifth house rules romance, you could have a strong romantic life with this asteroid.

Virgo/6th house: having this asteroid in this sign or house could mean that your life will be blessed with health and success in your hard work. If you have a sickness or problems with mental health during your life, then there is a high chance that you could overcome those difficults times in your life. The small day to day tasks and routines that you make can be a blessing (in disguise sometimes) because it can help you to have a balanced life and the details you notice could serve you greatly in your work. You could have been blessed with healing abilities too. With Virgo being the ruler of Mercury, there is a higher chance that you will have blessings by using your detail, professional, hard worker, and intelligent mind which, in his own right, is a huge blessing in your life as well.

Libra/7th house: you could be blessed in this lifetime with good relationships. The partners and friends you've known, or are about to know, will make you feel blessed or they are going to feel that way. Maybe both sides will feel it. Unless they are malefics in this house or difficult aspects, the relationships you'll form will be caring, just, harmonious and loving. Even if you had bad relationships in the process, those will serve you to understand more about yourself and what true relationships should have. With Libra, you could be blessed with the ability of being a good counselor and source of peace. You know the best way to put an armonious relationship between your friends and also know how to calm them down and put peace when there is some discordance or fight. Following a balanced aproach to life and relationships could give you blessings.

Scorpio/8th house: in this lifetime, you could be blessed with inheritence from your family or another source. Maybe you could win the lottery (take this with a grain of salt). Or the other way around since a loss can be an oportunity and a blessing in disguise. Another options would be that you'll pass through some kind of transformation, or more, but those will help you to change and become the better version of yourself, or you will granted oportunities to explore de darker and hidden side of yourself. Your sexual side, your identity, your fears and traumas, etc. Intense, personal and sexual relationships can bring some sort of blessing in this change and self discovery journey. Allowing change, accepting your dark and passionate energy, along with your fears, can bring you blessings.

Sagittarius/9th house: with this asteroid in this sign or house, you were born with the blessing of higher inteligence, curiosity and an open minded attitude since the natural planet ruler of this house and sign is Jupiter. This planet expands everything it touches, it gives a jovial and open attitude to learn new things, new places, new customs, beliefs and ways of life. Due to that, your interest in learning a variety of things will be blessed by the universe. Maybe you will find opportunities to travel or study abroad. Along with that, there is a possibility that you were born with an inner belief sorrounding the world, the universe and human kind, even if you are an atheist, since this is a topic that is ruled by the sign and house. Following your light energy and curiosity of learning can bring you blessings.

Capricorn/10th house: in this lifetime, if you put the effort and don't give up on your dreams, you could have the public recognition you always wanted or the job you always wanted to have. You've been born with a hard working spirit and clear focus on what you want to achieve and spirit will support your hole journey until you reach what you want. Recognition of your work, fame, an ascension, oportunities, getting your dream job or position, etc. It's very probably that your coworkers in general, your boss and the company values you. They might feel that you are a blessing in their company and their work.

Aquarius/11th house: having this asteroid in this sign or house signifies that you are blessed with a unique, friendly, caring and even an outworldy aproach to the society around you. Having this asteroid here can signal popularity and the oportunity to connect with the friends you make (especially if it lies in the 11th house). Everyone feels blessed around you or sees you as someone who has a lot of blessings. In Aquarius, this sign signals that you could be an inner genious, a "rebel" of some sort, someone who just thinks and acts out of the box or an humanitarian who would benefit greatly in pursuing their creative and unique style so you can share it to the world. Accesing your unique style and connecting to the world can bring you a lot og blessings.

Pisces/12th house: at first I thought that maybe those who have this asteroid in this sign or house had a lot og blessings in his/her past life (especially for those who have it in the 12th house). Then, I thought that their blessings will be hidden from them. As if you're not supposed to know and it will come in mysterious and unexpected ways (I know...that sucks), but that is just one interpretation. I hear that some could benefit from learning how to manifest. Because one of the steps of manifesting your dreams is releasing control of the situation. Letting the universe take control so they can bring you your blessings. Another one could be that you have some natural psychic powers such as astral travel or clairvoyance that can help you to guide you and reach your blessings. In other words, taping into your intuitive abilities and surrendering to your manifestations your blessings will come.

This is all I have for you today. I hope you like it and I will try to write again as soon as possible.

As always,

Love and light everyone.

Tower Girl Anon

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pinchofhoney · 1 year

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Hello again!💕 could I request Model! Y/N again with Ben Barnes with prompts:

7. “all i can think about is kissing you when i shouldn’t. you aren’t mine”

9. “how much longer are you going to hide your feelings for me, dummy?”

plot idea: before they dated: they’re longtime friends living in LA and both of them are in a party with friends, both of them are oblivious that they’ve have feelings for each other until one of Y/N friend’s from the runway industry starts making moves on her and Ben gets jealous and accidentally lets it slip that he has feelings for her when they’re alone together and a kiss 😳❤️ I like it to be mostly fluffy with a bit of angst😔

I cant wait to see what you do with this xxx😙❤️

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ben barnes x model!reader

word count: 2.9k

warning: jealousy, fluff with a little bit of angst

summary: It's ironic how after concealing them for so long, feelings can be revealed in just one evening.

a/n: hello, hello!!<33 i'm sorry you had to wait so long, but here we go! i'm not confident about this story, because i don't think i can imagine a jealous ben, but i hope you will be satisfied. thank you for your request!!<3

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Was there anything better than living not even a minute away from your friend? No. Definitely not.

Living across the street from your best friend, Ben, was like a dream come true. You had been close friends for almost a decade, and when it turned out that by moving to this neighborhood you would have Ben at your fingertips, you felt like the luckiest person in the world.

It was a bond that went beyond just friendship. You were like family to each other. You knew that if you ever needed anything, Ben would be right there, ready to offer his help and support. And the same went for him.

You would spend hours chatting on your front porches, sipping iced coffee and laughing until your stomachs hurt. You talked about everything, from the mundane details of your day to your deepest hopes and fears. There was never a dull moment when you were together.

Borrowing each other's clothes was a common occurrence. You loved how you could raid Ben's closet for a cozy sweater or a pair of comfy sweatpants, and he was always happy to lend you whatever you needed. You even had a running joke that you were secretly sharing a wardrobe, since you had so many items that seemed to belong to both of you.

But it wasn't just about the material things. You knew each other's routines, moods, and quirks inside and out. You could tell just by looking at each other if something was bothering the other person, and you always knew just what to say to make things better.

You even had the keys to each other's homes, so you could take care of each other's places when one of you had to leave city for an extended period of time. It was a sign of the trust and respect you had for each other.

But today your biggest concern was getting ready to go out.

As the sun began to set, you paced back and forth in front of your closet, feeling the pressure of finding the perfect outfit for the party you were going with Ben at your friend's house. You had spent the better part of the afternoon rifling through your wardrobe, trying on outfit after outfit, but nothing seemed to feel right.

You pulled out a sparkly dress and held it up to your body, admiring the way it shimmered in the light. But then you remembered how uncomfortable it was to wear and how you didn't want to be fidgeting with it all night. You discarded it on your bed.

Next, you picked up a pair of jeans and a cute blouse, thinking that maybe casual was the way to go. But when you tried them on, they just didn't seem to fit right. The jeans were too tight around your hips and the blouse was too baggy in the wrong places. You groaned in frustration and threw them onto the pile of clothes on your bed.

You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down. You knew it wasn't a big deal, but you couldn't help feeling a bit nervous. This was just a party, after all. You didn't need to stress about what you were wearing. But as much as you tried to convince yourself of that, you couldn't shake the feeling that you wanted to look good.

You scanned through your clothes once again and finally landed on a long, flowing skirt and a simple tank top. You paired it with some strappy sandals and stood in front of the mirror. It was a comfortable outfit, but was it too plain? Would you stand out among the other guests? You couldn't tell.

You sighed and flopped down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Maybe you were overthinking this. Maybe it didn't matter what you wore. But you couldn't help but feel like it did matter. You wanted to make a good impression on Ben and look your best in front of him, without giving away the fact that you had feelings for him.

After a few minutes of deep thought, you stood up and walked back to you closet. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and picked out a cute white sundress. Your favorite. You slipped it on and twirled around in front of the mirror, admiring the way it flowed around your body. Maybe it was a bit boring, but you loved it and Ben liked this dress too.

As you were lost in your thoughts, you didn't even notice the time passing by. That's when Ben's sudden voice rang out from the bottom of the stairs, informing you that you were running late and had to leave now.

You let out a small yelp of surprise and rushed down the stairs, nearly tripping over your own feet in the process. “I'm coming, I'm coming!” you called out. Struggling to keep pace, you hurriedly made your way out of the door, desperately trying to avoid being left behind, as Ben was already waiting outside.

As you stepped out onto the front porch, the rough texture of the doormat beneath your bare feet made you realize that you had forgotten to put on your shoes. You let out an annoyed groan and hurried back inside, taking care not to trip again, this time on the polished wooden floor. The last thing you wanted was to fall flat on your face and ruin your chance to hang out with Ben.

You quickly slipped on your favorite pair of sneakers, knowing that keeping up with Ben's fast pace and dancing on the party would require comfortable footwear. You didn't want to risk blisters or sore feet this night. After all, you had spent enough time walking around in high heels on the catwalk to know that looking good was important, but comfort was even more important.

With your sneakers securely on your feet, you raced back out onto the porch, eager to catch up with Ben and start the night's adventure.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” you panted. “I couldn't decide what to wear.”

Ben chuckled and gave you a quick look. “Well, you look great in anything, so no need to stress,” he said, making you feel a little bit shy.

You let out a breathless laugh, feeling your heart racing at his compliment. You couldn't help but notice the twinkle in his eyes, the way his lips curled up into a smile, and the slight flush on his cheeks that always appeared when he was around you. It was as if he knew exactly how to make your heart skip a beat.

“You're not looking too shabby yourself,” you replied, trying to mirror his teasing attitude.

Ben grinned, the playful glint in his eyes making your stomach do somersaults. “Why, thank you, kind lady. I do try to look my best,” he joked, making you laugh.

As you and Ben made your way towards the door, he naturally put his arm around your waist. Your friends often teased you both about acting like an old married couple due to living so close to each other, but this gesture felt different. When his touch met your skin, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body. You tried to shrug it off, attributing it to just nerves, but deep down, you knew there was something more there. Despite being friends for years, lately, you couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something different between you two.

The party was just a short walk away, but it felt like an eternity and even talking did not make the time go any faster. You could smell the scent of his cologne and feel the warmth of his body next to yours. You wanted to stay in that moment forever, but soon enough, you arrived at the house and the party was in full swing.

The moment you stepped inside, the thumping bass of the music hit you hard, signaling that this party was going to be wild. Your friend had promised it would be a small gathering, but it was clear that he had underestimated the turnout. The air was heavy with the scents of alcohol, perfume, and sweat, making it hard to breathe. You looked over to Ben, hoping to find some comfort in his presence, but he was quickly whisked away by his closest friend into the sea of people.

Despite the chaos around you, there was a sense of familiarity that brought a wave of nostalgia. It reminded you of your college days when you went to parties like this every week. Memories flooded back, and you couldn't help but smile.

As you weaved through the crowd, you felt the occasional brush of someone's hand against yours or the whiff of someone's cigarette smoke. It was overwhelming but exciting at the same time.

Eventually, you made it to the kitchen, where the crowd was a little thinner. You poured yourself a drink and turned around, only to find your friend from the fashion shows walking towards you with a drink in his hand. His eyes lit up when he saw you and you couldn't help but feel a little flutter in your chest as he closed you in a tight hug, being careful not to spill your drinks. You can't remember the last time you saw each other off the runway.

“Well, well, well, look who it is. The most beautiful woman in the room,” he said, his voice laced with flirtatious charm.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, knowing this was just his usual banter. “Oh, please, you're just trying to butter me up,” you replied, playing along with his teasing. “Hi, Josh.”

He grinned, showing off his perfect smile. “Maybe I am. But can you blame me? You look absolutely gorgeous tonight,” he said, his eyes twinkling with admiration.

You couldn't help but giggle at his flattery, feeling your nerves settling down in the crowded party. "Well, thank you," you said, taking a sip of your drink. “I guess I can't blame you for having eyes, right?”

Josh chuckled, leaning in closer to your ear. “You know, I've been meaning to ask you something since it's been a while since we've seen each other,” he said, mischief in his voice.

Curiosity piqued and you raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? What's that?”

“Are you seeing anyone?”

You felt your eyes widen, surprised, by his sudden question. You slowly shook your head. “No, not at the moment,” you replied, trying to keep your casual tone. The truth was that you wished you had a different answer.

“Good to know,” Josh said, smiling warmly at you. “Because I was hoping to steal you away for a dance.”

You grinned and shrugged your shoulders. “I don't see why not.”

Josh's hand felt warm against yours as he led you onto the dance floor, and your heart was racing with excitement. As soon as the music began, he pulled you close, and you felt his breath on your neck. You couldn't help but feel a little giddy at his attention, but at the same time, your mind kept drifting to Ben and how you wished it was him dancing with you now.

Despite your inner turmoil, you tried to focus on the present. The beat of the music pulsed through your body as Josh pulled you closer, and you felt a rush of heat rise to your cheeks. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and you could feel the muscles in his chest and arms tense as he swayed to the rhythm.

He was such an incredible dancer, moving with the beat effortlessly, and you followed his lead, feeling yourself getting lost in the moment. He made you laugh with his witty remarks and teasing comments, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

But then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ben watching you from across the room. His jaw was clenched tight, and his dark eyes bore into you, making you feel uneasy. You tried to ignore him and focus on Josh, but the feeling of Ben's eyes on you was suffocating.

As the final notes of the song faded away, Josh's breath tickled your ear, making your heart race. “I think your boyfriend is getting jealous,” he whispered with a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. You furrowed your eyebrows slightly at the comment, unsure how to respond.

Before you could say anything, however, Ben appeared by your side, his eyes fixed on Josh. “Mind if I cut in?” he asked, his voice laced with tension.

Josh shrugged nonchalantly, taking a step back. “Be my guest,” he said, his smirk growing wider.

As soon as Josh was out of earshot, Ben grabbed your hand roughly and led you away from the dance floor. His grip was strong, almost possessive, but you couldn't deny the thrill that shot through you. You allowed him to lead you out of the crowded room and into the dimly lit hallway, where the sounds of the music faded away into the background.

You tried to speak, but his steely glare stopped you in your tracks. The tension between you was palpable, and you could feel your heart beating fast in your chest. He stopped abruptly and spun you around to face him, his grip still tight on your hand.

Ben's eyes narrowed as he glared at you, the fiery intensity of his gaze making your heart race faster. You had never seen him like this before; in all the time you had known him, he had never once been angry with you. His voice was low and rough as he spoke, his anger barely contained. “What the hell was that? You were practically all over that guy!” he accused.

Your heart sank at the accusation, feeling hurt and betrayed by his words. “All over him? We were just dancing, Ben,” you protested, your voice tinged with desperation. You hoped to make him see reason, to make him understand that there was nothing going on between you and Josh. “Don't forget that we're just friends,” you added, trying to remind him of the boundaries of your relationship.

But Ben was too far gone in his jealousy to listen. “I saw the way he was looking at you,” he spat out, his words laced with venom. “And the way you were looking at him. I don't like it, Y/N. I don't like it one bit.”

A silence fell between the two of you, and you stared into his eyes, searching for a clue as to what you should say next. The tension in the air was palpable, and you could feel the weight of his emotions bearing down on you.

Finally, he let out a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself down. He let go of your hand, taking a step back from you. “I know I have no right to be jealous, Y/N. I know we're just friends. But I can't help the way I feel. All I can think about is kissing you when I shouldn't. You aren't mine,” he said, his voice trailed off, and you could see the hurt and frustration etched into his face.

“I can be, just say you want it,” you replied impulsively, before you could stop yourself.

Ben looked at you in surprise, not believing what he had just heard. “What?” he asked, his eyes widening in shock.

You took a step closer to him, feeling bolder than ever. “I said, I can be yours. If you want me,” you repeated, your eyes locking onto his. “How much longer are you going to hide your feelings for me, dummy?”

Ben's surprise slowly turned into a smile, and he took a step closer to you, his hand reaching up to cup your face. “I've been hiding them for far too long, Y/N,” he said, his voice full of warmth. “I want you. I want to be with you.”

He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. It was hesitant at first, as if he couldn't believe that this was actually happening. But soon it became more passionate, as if he was trying to make up for all the time he had spent denying his feelings for you. You wrapped your arms around Ben's neck, holding him close as you kissed him back with equal fervor.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a sense of completeness wash over you. This was what you had been waiting for, what you had been hoping for, for so long. And now it was finally happening.

As you both pulled away, you looked up at him, your eyes shining with happiness. Ben smiled at you, his hand still cupping your face. “I can't believe it took us so long to get here,” he said, his voice filled with wonder.

You laughed, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. “Better late than never, right?” you replied, feeling giddy with excitement.

Ben pulled you into a tight hug, and you rested your head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat against your ear. “I'm never letting you go,” he whispered, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You smiled, feeling content. “Good, because I'm not going anywhere,” you replied, feeling as if everything was finally falling into place.

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Mentor And Friend

Pairing: Pete Mitchell x Reader

Summary: In which a mentor comforts his pilot during a hard time.

Warning(s): None

Authors Note: I always love the wholesome student-teacher bonding moments! I hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 649

You climbed out of your jet and exhaled a breath of despair. You had just finished a training session and it didn't go too great. Your mind flooded with negative thoughts as you made your way back into the building. On the way inside, the other pilots tried to talk to you, but you weren't in the mood to talk. You were your own worst enemy and right now, you were truly hating yourself pretty badly.

The worst part was when you entered the building. Pete was working on one of the airplanes and Pete noticed your entrance.

"[Y/N]-"

"Not now Mav," You interrupted, shaking your head. "I know what I did and I know that I should have done better."

"Now we both know that's not true [Y/N]."

You scoffed and turned around. Pete shouted your call sign, but you ignored him and stormed out. Pete sighed and put down his tools. He had always loved you like you were his own daughter. He pushed you to become the best that you could be. He wanted you to be happy. It was hard for him to see you sad.

You had made your way to The Hard Deck. It was during hours that nobody was there. You were down in the dumps and felt like being alone.

You'll never be a good pilot.

You might as well give up.

You can't fly, so why even try?

You squeezed your eyes shut, mentally screaming at yourself to stop letting those intrusive thoughts get to you.

"[Y/N]?" A voice echoed through your mind. Your eyes shot wide open. You knew exactly who it was. You clenched her jaw and turned around. It was Pete. "Look, I am aware that you want to be alone right now, but I can't stand watching you be sad."

"Thanks Maverick," You softly thanked. Pete walked up to you and sat down beside you. "I'm sorry for blowing you off earlier. It's just..."

Pete watched you as your bottom lip started to quiver. His heart ached for you. He hated seeing you like this. Pete put his arm around you and encouraged you to let it out. You did as ordered and poured out your heart and soul. You expressed her feelings. All of the insecurities, doubts, and confusion.

As Pete listened, he listened with love. You started crying and Pete comforted you. This was the first time that Pete saw you open up like this, and he felt nothing but gratitude. You trusted him and he respected that. Pete had always been someone that you had looked up to ever since you met him. He immediately had your respect because of who he was and how he acted. He showed you love and you showed him love back. It was much like a father-daughter relationship.

"[Y/N], I want you to know something," Pete stated. You looked over at him and he was teary-eyed. "I love you like you're my own daughter, and because I do, I want you to know, I care about you. I am here for you. I know you're an amazing pilot. You are the best of the best."

"Thanks, Pete," You thanked, calling him out by his first name. Pete smirked. "It means a lot coming from you. I look up to you like a mentor and a friend."

Pete smiled. "You'll always be my friend [Y/N]. Don't ever forget that."

You chuckled as Pete gave you a side hug. You wiped your eyes and thanked Pete once more. You felt much better. You were happy that you had such a great mentor and a great friend. Pete definitely helped you out of hard times and you did the same for him. It was a great duo for sure.

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footballlover8 · 10 months

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could you write something about y/n receiving hate comments and frenkie helping her deal with it and taking care of her? Being like “don’t worry baby I’m here” 🥹🥹🥹

A/N: Hi! I’m so happy that someone requested for frenkie! He’s so underrated and I just love him so much! I hope you like it!❤️

Warnings: swearing? Google translated Dutch, hate, mentions of unaliving yourself, negative comments on body image and appearance. (Let me know if there is something else)

Requested?:Yes/No

Genre:Angst & Fluff

(Please remember, English is not my native language)

Tell me you understand||Frenkie de Jong

(He’s so pretty!😻❤️)

(Gif is not mine, all credits too the owner)

Her and frenkie's love life had been quite private but after a picture of the two together on the beach got leaked, everything changed. Luckily for her, her face didn't show. The only thing they could see was what they knew as a random girl, laying on frenkie's chest as he hugged onto her body.

But once that picture was leaked, everyone wanted too know who frenkie's girl was.

He had neither confirmed or denied anything on social media. If he did comment on it people would definitely find out about it.

But last night he decided too at least let them know that she were not only a random hookup or anything but actually his girlfriend.

@frenkiedejong

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frenkiedejong: Some of you may have seen the picture of me and a girl on the beach. And I just wanted too clear things up. She's not just a random girl or anything.

She's my girlfriend. And I really hope you Guys understand that we want privacy in this relationship. She means the absolute world to me and I love her too death, so I hope you respect us both. Thank you❤️

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Pedri:Hermano!🙌

Liked by frenkiedejong

Fcbarcelona: Our best supporter!❤️💙

Liked by y/n...y/l/n.02 & frenkiedejong

Fan26:He's been so Happy lately! Now I know why, I'm so happy for them!❤️💙

Memphisdepay: Het beste stel! Ik ben zo blij voor jullie twee❤️

Frenkiedejong: Dank je broer🙏❤️

(The best couple I’m so happy for you two❤️) (Thank you brother 🙏❤️)

User5:Why does she look like that?😭

User87:Literally was thinking about the same thing🤣

User46:I'm not even gonna say anything, I think it explains itself😭

Fan59:Who is she!? She looks like such a sweet girl!

Frenkiedejong:She is! We've decided too keep her name out of social media for now at least.

User62:So she's that ugly?😐

User37:Probably just using him for money🙄

User98:I saw her at the beach, and let me tell you, Frenkie definitely just feels bad for her. I almost threw up🤢

User32:Omgggg same🤮

User544:GUYS! I JUST FOUND HER INSTA @y/n...y/l/n.02

Fan33:Why can't you guys just respect they're privacy?

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As soon as she saw the comment she immediately tapped the Notification Center and saw that already over thousands of people had followed her.

No, no, no. That wasn't supposed too happen. She thought too herself, panic washing over her.

While all of this happened frenkie was out for a photo shoot for the new Barcelona kit. But even if he was there it's not like he could've done anything about it.

Was it a good idea too set her profile to private now? Or was it too late? She had know idea what too do so she decided too call one of her best friend Taia, raphinia's girlfriend.

She picked up after three rings.

"Hey babes, what's up?" Natalia's sweet voice rang through her ears, it was sort of comforting

"Hi taia, have you seen frenkie's post?" She asked the Brazilian as she sat down on her and frenkie's bed.

"No? Let me check it out real quick" There was a little pause of silence as taia checked the post, viewing some of the comments as well.

"Oh babes...I'm sorry. I know you didn't want to be very public" Taia smiled sadly over the camera.

"But...what should I do? I mean, I thought of maybe setting it too private, but I feel like that would be too late now..." She sighed.

"It's not too late, you can just remove the followers, though that might take a while" Taia quickly realized how long that might take.

"But I still think it might be a good idea, you can always take breaks from removing them" Taia shrugged.

"Okey, yeah. I guess you're right. Thanks taia" She smiled slightly at the older woman .

"Of course I'm right, I'm always right" She joked making a light chuckle escape from the other girl.

"Okey, I've got to go, Gael just woke up from his nap"

"Okey, give him a kiss from his favorite aunt"

"I will, bye, love you"

"Love you too"

She hung up and fell down on the bed letting out a big sight.

She put her profile on private even though there was already 26 thousand people that had already managed too follow her.

She knew dating a footballer would be hard, especially when she was just a normal girl. But she hadn't planned on letting people find out who she was. So this was a little unexpected, she wasn't prepared.

She decided too go clear her head a little and took a long shower. Self care never fails too make a person feel better.

But as soon as she was finished with all the skincare as well all she could see was notifications popping up on her Insta. And of course her being her, had too cheek it out.

There was lots of comments on one of her most recent post

@y/n...y/l/n.02

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y/n...y/l/n.02: So blessed💛🌟🌞

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Frenkiedejong: Ik hou zoveel van je❤️😍

y/n...y/l/n.02: Ik hou ook van jou❤️

(I love you so much) (I love you too)

Frenkiedejong:Mijn mooie meisje😍

Liked by, y/n...y/l/n.02

(My beautiful girl)

Pedri: Pov:Frenkie was behind the camera🙄

Frenkiedejong:Stop being so jealous🤣

y/n...y/l/n.02:kie! Don't be mean!

Frenkiedejong:He was rude to you🤷‍♂️

Pedri: I wasn't! I was just stating the obvious!

Y/M.Y/l/n:Hermosa🥰😘

Liked by y/n...y/l/n.02

(Beautiful)

Y/D_y/l/n: Mijn mooie dochter🥰❤️

Liked by y/n...y/l/n.02

(My beautiful daughter)

Fan51:She's so cute!

User66:What are you even doing...?

User99:Please never ever smile again. I've never seen such a disgusting smile in my whole life😬

User77:Frenkie must feel real bad for you. You look like what I did back in high school, in 2009...😀

Fan1: What the fuck are you doing here then? You're in your 30s, get outta here tf😭

User31:🤮🤮🤮

User22:What the fuck does frenkie see in you?😭

Fan:She looks so happy💛

User6:love yourself, because we don't😑

User87:Damn girl, drop the workout routine...like seriously drop it, it's not working😆

User33:Some of these comments are so mean...maybe it's a sign too listen too them

User55:Not even make up can hide your flaws.

Usee65:Aww, it looks like you have a really good heart. I really hope it stops though

User60:Whore🤢🤮

User53:God...Ever considered killing yourself?😬

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The comments went on and on about her appearance and that frenkie was probably with her because he felt bad and that he was probably cheating on her. But the worst was probably the ones that told her too kill herself.

She didn't know what too do, everything just felt wrong. Had frenkie seen them? Probably not, he wasn't too active on Insta and since it wasn't under his post the worst comment was, he hadn't got any notifications.

As she continued reading the comments, she hadn't even noticed tears rolling down her face. A loud sob escaped her mouth as she buried her head in frenkie's pillow. It smelled so much like him.

She always felt comforted around him so just smelling his scent made her body ease up a tiny bit. But still she didn't understand why they were so mean. She started questioning everything they were saying.

Did she really look that ugly? Was she not good enough? Was she not good enough for frenkie? Should she really consider killing herself? What did frenkie see in her? After all she was just a normal girl, with a normal life.

All these thoughts flooded her mind, she hadn't noticed the door downstairs had been shut. That wasn't until she heard footsteps coming into the bedroom.

Luckily for her, he couldn't see her face since it was literally buried in the pillow, so she hoped the tears would stop. Sadly Hope wasn't on her side this time.

"Hey prinses" Frenkie's soft voice made her want to cry even more. (Princess)

"Hi kie" She mumbled in the pillow her voice sore.

"You feeling okey? Are you sick? C'mere let me feel your forehead" He panicked immediately hearing how hoarse her voice was, and he knew how much she hated being sick.

"No,no I'm okey" She mumbled again but it was too late, he had already turned her over so he could feel her forehead.

Once frenkie saw her tear stained face, a frowned made its way onto his face.

"Prinses, what's the matter, why are you crying?" He asked, his voice filled with concerned. He sat down on the side of the bed as his hand moved up too her cheek and caressing it softly. (Princess)

She couldn't say anything, if she did she would just start sobbing. And she didn't want too look so weak in front of him, not that he hadn't seen her cry a numerous times already.

"Baby, talk too me" His thumb rubbed her cheeks gently, as his other hand removed some of the hair that was sticking too her wet cheeks due too the tears.

As soon as she opened her mouth too say anything a sob left her mouth.

Frenkie didn't say anything, he just laid down besides her and pulled her body into his own. He caressed the back of her head into his chest, letting her cry.

His heart broke seeing her so vulnerable.

"Shh, it's okey liefje. It's all gonna be okey" He ran his fingers through her soft hair. (Sweetheart)

"Shh, I just need my pretty girl too breath okey? Can you do that for me?" He asked her softly as he kissed her head multiple times.

He continued his actions as she inhaled his scent deeply before exhaling again, then repeating it until she had calmed down.

"You ready too talk schatje?" He moved her head gently up from his chest so he could see her face. (Cutie)

"I'm sorry" She wasn't quite sure what she was apologizing for, it was just a random habit she had.

"Don't be sorry" His lips brushed her forehead softly his thumb rubbing soothing circles on her cheek. His actions made her sleepy as well as already being tired from all the crying.

She laid her head down against his chest again and as Frenkie continued stroking her cheek she fell into a deep slumber.

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The next morning she had just excused herself, telling him that she had the worst migraine ever. And he believed her seeing as she often had those types of migraines. He had just brushed it off until about a week later.

The two were just laying in bed cuddling. Both scrolling through their phone. She couldn't seem too get a break, they just loved hating on her.

Her being her, couldn't just ignore it. It was basically impossible. So while she read through the awful comments about her, she couldn't help the tears forming in her eyes.

Her grip on frenkie's hoodie tightened, this didn't go unnoticed by him.

"Liefje, you okey?" He asked lifting her head up gently being met by her teary eyes. (Sweetheart)

"Hey, what's wrong?" Just as the question slipped from him a single tear fell down her face being followed by more.

"Hey, prinses don't cry. Shh Don't cry" He spoke as his arms wrapped around hers tightly not letting her go. (Princess)

" They're so mean" She sobbed into his chest, he felt his shirt become damp with tears. And no matter how kind frenkie was, he would kill for that girl. So whoever made his girl upset should definitely watch out.

"Mijn lieve meisje, who's mean?" He stroked her hair, wiping her tears away with the pad of his thumb. (My sweet girl)

She didn't answer him though, she stayed silent as the tears slowly stopped falling as he ran his hand up and down her spine, his movements calling her ever so slightly.

"Talk to me liefde" He encouraged, looking into her eyes. (Love)

"Your fans, they're so mean" She repeated, biting the inside of her cheek.

"What do you mean liefje?" He asked confused, not understanding what she meant. (Sweetheart)

She just gave him her phone. He took it and scrolled through the comments. He was shocked too say the least. He didn't expect people too be so rude too his girlfriend, especially not with how sweet she was.

"Liefje, has this been going on since we went public?" A hint of rage could be heard in his tone. She could see the pure anger on his face as she nodded. (Sweetheart)

"Why didn't you tell me liefje? I could've made them stop" He asked her frowning

(Sweetheart)

"I didn't want to bother you kie" she sighed looking down feeling the wetness on her cheeks.

"You have too tell me this type of stuff. You can't keep that too yourself" he scolded her softly before hugging her tightly against him, giving her a slight squeeze as he felt her body tremble.

"None of it is true mijn prinses, they're just jealous okey?" "You are the sweetest human being too ever exist. You're gorgeous, I've never seen anyone as gorgeous as you" (my princess)

"I love you, so so much. If I ever lost you, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. So don't you dare listen to what they're saying because it's all bullshit" "they just have a horrible life and take it all out on other innocent people, who have done nothing wrong"

"You're my beautiful girl, with one of the kindest heart and such a sweet soul. Okey? Please tell me you understand me" He looked at her with sorrow in his eyes, he really hoped she understood what he was saying.

"I understand" She sniffed wiping her tears with the sleeves of the hoodie she was wearing.

"Good...I love you so much liefje" He whispered softly kissing the side of her head and pulling her on top of him earning a small giggle from the girl.

(Sweetheart)

"I'm sorry you had to read all that, but I hope you know that I'm here with you, I'll always be here with you. I'll protect you from all these awful people. I'll protect you from everything" He assured her as she felt her eyes become slightly heavy.

"Even from scary spiders?" She questioned, though it was muffled by frenkies hoodie.

"Even from scary spiders" He confirmed with a little chuckle.

"Thank you frenkie" He could feel her smile into his hoodie.

"Of course baby"

"Ik hou zoveel van je mijn mooie prinses"

(I love you so much my beautiful princess)

"Ik hou ook van jou" She said tiredly, Her voice low. (I love you too)

"Go to sleep...I can tell you're tired" He told her, running his fingers through her hair.

A chuckle released from frenkie once he heard a little moan, meaning she was asleep. She had a habit of moaning when she slept, frenkie thought it was adorable though.

"Welterusten lieverd, zoete dromen" He whispered, kissing her forehead softly.

(Good night sweetheart, sweet dreams)

#frenkie de jong #football imagine #football x reader #football x y/n #frenkie de jong x reader #frenkie de Jong x you #frenkie de Jong x y/n #frenkie de Jong imagine #frenkie de Jong one shot #frenkie de Jong angst #frenkie de Jong fluff

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thewalkingwillowtree · 1 year

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His Fierce Flower

Series Part Listing Found Here

BF2L, Slow Burn - Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Neteyam and Enyu, childhood best friends are both obliviously in love with each other. This is their story.

Important to note before reading:

Warning: This Part Contains Sexual Themes

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam is 23.

En'yuna or Enyu for short (pronounced as N Yunna or N U), is my own creation.

Full recognition, rights and credit is given to the owners of Avatar.

Part 14 - Epilogue

“Boo,” said a low voice in her ear. A pair of arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against a hard chest and Enyu smiled when a face nuzzled her temple.

“Nice try. I heard you coming.”

“I’ll get you next time then,” Neteyam said, playfully. “So tell me, how’s it feel to be mated to the clan’s Second in Command?”

“Hmm. I don’t know…I guess he’ll have to actually mate me first before I could tell you how I feel,” she said, smiling, trying to rile him up.

“Ooh. Ouch. Message received.” He squeezed her tighter, hiding his grin against her jaw. “I’m working on it baby, I’m working on it. I’m sorry.”

She turned in the circle of his arms, hands reaching up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m teasing of course. I know things have been crazy, and hey. I am so, so proud of you. You’ll make an amazing Second….your butt looked real cute up there too,” she teased, enjoying the blush that bloomed across his face.

“Thank you baby.”

Enyu brushed her palm against the material of his new warrior belt. “It's beautiful. It was made for you Ma’Teyam,” she murmured, admiring the details, unbeknown to his hungry stare.

Neyetam was officially the clan’s new Second in Command. He had finally accepted the position they had offered him, but under his own terms to which Enyu was very surprised that the council actually agreed to. She could not have been prouder.

The ceremony had only ended a short while ago. It was a simple but joyous occasion and the celebration festivities would be starting soon.

Jake had called up and publicly thanked and honoured Ts’olbia- Neteyam’s predecessor and the clan cheered and praised the retiring Na’vi. Their shouts and native hoots however, were even louder when Jake proudly introduced his eldest son as his new Second.

Ts’olbia bestowed Neteyam with his new warrior belt- which showed his change in rank, both showing the Na’vi sign of respect to each other, before the council members each blessed her future mate with their marks of approval.

Enyu had stood on the side lines along with the rest of the Sully family and had the biggest grin on her face the entire time. Neytiri had linked arms with her, watching her son with misty eyes that were filled with pride and Lo’ak who stood on her other side bellowed the loudest in cheer amongst their little group.

The clan had chanted and sang in unison as their Olo'eyktan and newly appointed Tsahìk then honoured their son- Jake and Neytiri, dressed in their best garbs, gifted him a grand and intricately crafted bow.

He was a sight to behold and Enyu beamed when Neteyam smiled right at her, as if she were the only one in the crowd.

It had been three months since the final battle and a lot had changed.

They still lived at High Camp. The last few months were mainly about rebuilding and healing. They had buried their dead, grieved and were slowly moving on with life, growing stronger each day.

With the help of the Tipani warriors and a few others who joined later on, the clan seemed to be thriving once again.

A plan of action was slowly in the works to relocate the entire clan as well. There was no hurry though. Jake wanted it to be a “one and done deal” which was why he thought every detail and step should be well planned and thought out. The move itself would be a huge task on its own and they were still in the process of finding the perfect location.

“What do you say we run home for a bit, hmm?” Neteyam raised his eyebrows, looking down at her rather suggestively.

It took her a minute to understand what he was implying. “Tey. We can’t…the celebrations? People are going to wonder where you are.”

“Come on Flower,” he coaxed, “just for a short while? I miss you.” He pecked her lips then murmured against them teasingly, "I'd take you right here if I could, but we both know I won’t like anyone else seeing all of you.” Pulling back, his eyes pleaded with her like a child who was being told no. “I promise, I’ll be real quick. I just want to taste you, I haven’t had you in days!"

“Neteyam!” She glanced around, shoulders sagging in relief that no one seemed to have heard him. It was her turn to blush now. Biting her lip, an image of Neteyam’s head bobbing between her thighs flashed in her mind.

“You are uncontrollable. You know that?” She asked, pushing at his chest.

“Can you blame me?” His eyes glinted mischievously. “Now’s the perfect time anyway. No one will be home. We’ll actually have the tent to ourselves for once.”

Although it wasn’t technically “proper” , Enyu had been living with the Sullys- and to be more specific, as per his request, sharing Neteyam’s private quarters for the last three months.

She had salvaged what she could of her things from the wreckage of her shared home, grateful to Eywa that her beloved satchel had survived and thankful that the Sully residence was still standing tall.

Neteyam had held a family meeting on their first night together, where he’d asked his own family for permission to take her as his mate. She had been incredibly nervous about the entire ordeal and hoped that they would accept her.

Everyone except Lo’ak and Jake gave immediate consent, both choosing to grill Neteyam about his ‘intentions' with her instead. They took it rather seriously and Enyu felt immensely touched by their protectiveness. It had truly shown her where she stood with the Sullys.

Three months later and they were still not mated yet- not for lack of trying though. Both of their schedules were so busy it was really only in the very late hours of the night or early hours of the morning they got to spend time with each other alone. There was always either something to do, or someone around.

And even though she and Neteyam both agreed to save a certain “act” for when they officially mated, it did not stop them from exploring each other in other ways. Enyu craved those nights, she savoured those moments. Neteyam was a sensational teacher and with every new activity they tried, she grew even more addicted.

Lately they’d both been too exhausted though, choosing to prioritise their sleep instead. She was eagerly looking forward to the days when things got back to normal.

Which was why Neteyam’s current proposal was all too tempting. They could be quick, right?

“Please Flower? I’ll do that thing that you like…” Enyu was about to fold but Kiri interrupted them before she could say anything.

“Break it up love birds. Neteyam, dad’s asking for you, something about the council or whatever. Oh and congratulations by the way. Enyu. I need to talk to you. NOW.” Ripping her from her brother’s arms, Kiri pulled Enyu through the crowd of Na’vis littered around the forest where the ceremony was held, ignoring Neteyam’s cry of protest.

When they were finally out of earshot Kiri released her and let her guard down, allowing Enyu to see that she was upset about something.

“Kiri, what’s wrong?”

“I need you to tell me I’m being stupid right now.”

Enyu gave a confused chuckle. “What? I’m not-”

“That Väriä bitch was flirting with Spider again and he was smiling, Enyu. Smiling! And before you say anything, yes, I know he’s nice to everyone and that’s probably all it was but I don’t know…Things have still been a bit weird between us, he’s been even more distant- not that I care of course.” She folded her arms, obviously upset that she was even having these feelings.

A few days after the war, Kiri had suffered a violent seizure after a connection with Eywa. When she was well enough again she had told them how she had seen and spoken with her birth mother, Grace.

Overwhelmed by all of this and her perplexing, growing connection with the Great Mother, Kiri and Spider had both agreed to cool things down between them for a little while- just until she felt more settled and had time to process everything.

And so, for the past couple of months their relationship had taken an awkward and somewhat strained path.

“Liar. You care, Kiri and it’s okay for you too. But you need to be fair as well, you told him you needed space, he’s giving it to you-”

“I didn’t mean this much space, Enyu! It’s like he’s completely avoiding me now- gosh, you should’ve seen them, Väriä was all over him, smiling and batting her lashes- rubbing his arm! Ugh, I could kill her right now! He should’ve never become a Na’vi. Women keep looking at him now!”

Enyu bit down a laugh, her friend was jealous and as usual, seemed to be having a hard time processing her feelings. It was cute but she did feel for Spider. "Kiri, you know you have nothing to worry about, right?"

Looking vulnerable, Kiri shrugged and said in a softer tone, “Or maybe he wants to move on. Do you think he’s tired of waiting?”

“You’re being stupid,” Enyu said plainly, “Look, do you really need me to stand here and give you the big long speech about how head over heels that boy is for you? Because I will if you want me too.”

Kiri’s lips reluctantly turned upwards. “I hate how that idiot makes me feel.”

Enyu laughed and linked their arms as they slowly strode back to the festivities. “No you don’t, otherwise you wouldn’t be coming to me to remind you of his feelings for you. You love him, remember? Face it Kiri. You want him as much as he wants you.”

“I hate when you’re right.” Kiri grumbled.

“Thank you Enyu. You’re the best Enyu. What would I do without you Enyu?” Enyu mimicked Kiri’s voice, jokingly. “Now go tell your Monkey Boy how you really feel and stop being stupid.”

Enyu hid her laughter behind a hand as she and F’valii watched Tuk order around her older brother.

“No, you’re doing it wrong ‘Teyam! Look, like this!”

The celebration festivities were in full swing. Music, chatter, laughter and pure joy and happiness echoed around the forest. A grand feast had been prepared and the people of High Camp were dancing to their heart's content, moving to the beats of the Grourd drums and musical bows.

“Your betrothed will make a fine father, Enyu,” F’valii commented with an amused raised eyebrow, as they enjoyed the sight of Tuk trying to teach Neteyam a new dance she had made up. Neteyam, patient as ever with her, was truly trying his best and the sight made Enyu’s heart swell.

Enyu smiled, eyes still on him and agreed. “The best.” She glanced at F’valii. “So I’ve been thinking- and feel free to say no, but I wondered if I could be of help. Be your, what was it again? Wingwoman. Like your friend…Nelly.”

F’valii perked up, ears twitching in mild shock. “Really? You would do that?”

“Of course! I’d like to think we’ve become good friends now F’va… and I know this is something you have been dreaming about. So yes, I love to help you find your forever. If you’d let me.”

“Yes. I’d like that,” she replied, grinning a rare smile.

“Pssst! Tiny! Enyu!” Enyu saw a worried looking Lo’ak, eagerly waving her over from where he stood at the edge of the forest.

“Um, I’ll be right back,” she told her friend before standing to hurry over to Lo’ak. “Hey w-”

“Have you seen O’tley?” He demanded, his eyes scanning the crowd of celebrating people, over her head.

She frowned, “No. Wasn’t she with you? I saw you two sneak off ages ago.”

He shook his head. “Fuck!” Lo’ak turned and stormed off, leaving her staring at his retreating back, bewildered.

Taken aback by the encounter, she chased after him, struggling to keep up with his longer strides. “Lo’! Lo’! Lo’ak!”

They were back at the encampment now and Lo’ak looked as if he were having an out of body experience as he frantically stopped to peer into tents, eyes searching desperately and just by his behaviour alone, fear pricked her.

“Lo’ak! Stop!” She grabbed his hand with both of hers and tugged hard, finally getting his attention. “Where is O’tley?”

He swallowed, looking terrified. “I- Shit. I fucked up Enyu.”

“What did you do?” She whispered.

“I let her go…I let her go!”

“What do you mean? Stop! Talk to me Lo’ak.”

He tugged on the roots of his hair and faced her fully. “We were fine. Talking, messing around, and then she brought up the fact that her people would be returning home soon…” his ears tilted in guilt. “She asked me what that meant for us…and I- I said nothing. I said that it meant nothing and that our time together was up.”

“Lo’ak…”

“What the hell is wrong with me?!”

“Well what did she say?” She asked, tightening her grip on him. He was fidgety and antsy- ready to flee.

He tugged harder on his roots, looking broken. “That’s the thing. She didn’t say anything! She just accepted it. Then she got up and left! You know O’tley, she didn’t even- FUCK! She didn’t even fight me on it.”

Enyu hugged him tight. She wasn’t quite sure how else to deal with an off the handle Lo’ak. “Okay, okay. It’s alright. We’ll figure it out, we can fix it. We’ll find her but you need to calm down.”

“I can’t calm down Tiny. I just let the woman I’m in love with walk away from me!”

Enyu stepped back in shock, lips curling. “You love her?”

He rubbed his brow and groaned. “...Yes… God yes, I love her. She annoys me to pieces and keeps me on my toes all the time but…I can’t lose her. I never expected this- I wasn’t- I didn’t think I’d ever find my person Enyu, but I have and now-”

“You’re in love with me?”

Both Enyu and Lo’ak’s heads snapped to the direction of O’tley’s voice. She had somehow snuck up on them.

“O’tley!” Lo’ak released Enyu and stepped closer to the Tipani female. She looked regal in the glow of the night and her usual fierce demeanour was replaced by vulnerability.

She raised her hand, stopping Lo’ak when he tried to touch her and he stepped back, tail low in hurt.

“You just said you’re in love with me,” she whispered.

“I did. I am.”

O’tley pursed her lips and eyed him as if she expected him to take back the words. “Then why did you say what you said before?”

“We both know I’m an idiot,” he tried to joke, but she frowned and folded her arms looking unimpressed. “Look,” he said, eyes staring right at her as he spoke. “I’m sorry. Your question caught me off guard and I just said what I thought you wanted me to say.”

“Don’t put this on me!” She hissed.

“I’m not!”

“Then why in Eywa’s name would you think I wanted you to say that, you skxawng?!”

“Because! You and I? How many times have we said that this thing between us was just for fun? Just until you had to go back? It was not supposed to turn out like this. But it did! I fell in love with you! Tipani is your home. If I asked you to stay, I would just be the selfish jackass who couldn’t control his feelings... and I didn’t know if I could face the rejection.”

“Lo’ak-”

“You terrify me okay, O’tley? Because you make me feel normal . You make me feel loved, like I’m not some demon blooded freak-”

“You are NOT a freak! How many times do I have to keep telling you that?” She growled, fiercely. “You are not a freak. Why can’t you just love yourself like I do, you idiot!”

He blinked and Enyu gasped to her self quietly. “You love me?”

“Yes.”

He grinned and closed the distance between them. “O’tley-”

“Ask me.”

“What?”

“Ask me to stay. Ask me to be yours.”

Lo’ak’s eyebrows rose high, ears flickering. “Okay.” He cupped her biceps and pulled her closer, swallowing nervously. “O’tley, I love you. I want to be with you. Will you-”

“Yes!” She gave him no warning, grinning wildly as she jumped into his arms, attacking his lips. He groaned low in his throat and his hands cupped her butt, squeezing her cheeks as he hauled up, her legs wrapping around him, their tails tangling.

Well that escalated quickly.

Enyu took that as her cue to leave. They seemed to have forgotten she was there apparently, so she quickly hightailed out from their vicinity, mentally scrubbing her brain of the sounds they were making and the image of O’tley grinding against Lo’ak’s abs.

She shuddered. Couldn’t they have waited till she left?!

When she finally got back she flopped onto the same patch of tapestry covered grass she had abandoned- F’valii nowhere in sight.

She scanned the crowd and immediately locked eyes with her best friend. He was chatting with his predecessor.

The moment she smiled at him he made his excuses and flopped right next to her, leaning on one arm to peer down at her.

“Where have you been, Flower?”

She groaned and nuzzled her face into his chest. “I don’t think you want to know.”

“I want to know everything about you,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

Enyu smiled at his cheesiness and looked up at him, chin poking him this time. “I was with Lo’ak, he had a little situation but he’s all good now,” she finished with a grimace, remembering their very vivid make out session.

“Let me guess, O’tley?”

“Yep. First Kiri, now him. I’ve had quite a day but at least they're both happy now,” she sighed, contentedly.

It was Neteyam’s turn to scowl. He glanced over to where Kiri and Spider were seated. His sister was all smiles and girlish giggles at whatever it was Spider was telling her- which was fine… but did she honestly have to sit in his lap, like that ?! His hands were all over her, too.

“I’ve been actively avoiding looking over there. Mom made me and dad promise we won’t interfere tonight, I’ve found it to be rather difficult. I miss the days when she hated Spider.” He clenched his jaw and she bit her cheek to hide her grin.

Oh the Sully men and their overprotectiveness.

“Seems like your dad is having a hard time too,” she joked, when she spotted Jake staring daggers at the back of Spider’s head.

Neteyam began to chuckle but froze and sat up when he spotted something that made him frown. “Nope. No way. Not Tuk.”

He got up and strode over to interrupt the dance between Tuk and a cute little Na’vi boy who was holding her hands, swinging her around.

Eynu threw her head back, laughing out loud at the sight.

She couldn’t wait to be his mate.

Three Years Later

“Are you crazy, Tiny?! Sit down before your stupid mate hounds my ass for witnessing the endangerment of his precious unborn baby!”

Enyu was balanced on top of a stool, struggling to hang a new tapestry onto the high wall of her and Neteyam’s tent, when her brother in law entered. “Hey Lo’, I was jus-”

“Yeah, yeah I know what you’re doing. I’m seeing it for myself. Now get down already, will you? Let me do that,” he grumbled in mild upset, as he helped her down, taking the heavy artwork from her to hang it himself. “Swear Enyu, you’re going to give my brother a heart attack at the rate you’re going. Can’t you, I don’t know…just sit still until baby Lo’ak pops out?”

A peel of laughter escaped her lips. She sat in the little hammock seat Neteyam had built for her, still chuckling at Lo’ak’s scolding. Leaning against the backrest, she swung slowly and massaged her protruding stomach. “I keep telling you Lo’, I am not naming our baby after you,” she said, “and for the last time you guys need to calm down. I am growing a baby. I am not disabled nor am I incapable of doing the simplest of- ooooh did you bring me berries? Can you pass them to me please?”

She made grab hands for the fruit, grinning wildly and Lo’ak cackled at her sudden distraction. He picked up the stool and used it to sit in front of her as he passed the bowl over. “I don’t get how you eat those things, they’re barely ripe.”

“Tastes good to me,” she said, immediately biting into one, humming as the sour flavour burst across her tongue, soothing her craving, “ooh you are the best Lo’ak!” She licked her lips and shrugged, “but yeah the baby seems to like it too, so why not?”

He shook his head at her antics then leaned forward and gave her stomach a little poke and rub, “Hey there little baby Sully, it’s your favourite uncle Lo’ak here.” Poke, poke. “Helllooo?” He sulked. “Your baby won’t say hi to me today, Enyu.”

Extremely amused, she moved his hand to lay flat against her left side, pressing slightly and waited.

Lo’ak’s entire face lit up when he felt the baby move, tail sailing excitedly behind him, just like it always did whenever he felt the baby’s kick. The first time he felt it, he completely freaked out. It was hilarious and Neteyam had teased him about it for days.

Munching on the fruit, she eyed him suspiciously over the bowl propped high on her bump. “Why are you here so late? He didn’t send you here to check on me again, did he? Because I-”

Lo’ak’s offended scoff cut her off. “Can’t I just come visit you on my own free- yeah okay fine he sent me,” he confessed quickly, seeing the disapproving look on her face. ‘Yikes, she already has the mom look down, ’ he thought, horrified.

“I knew it,” she mumbled, still focused on deseeding and swallowing her fruit. Enyu didn’t mind his company though, she had been slowly going stir crazy before he got there. She always got antsy whenever her husband was late, which to be fair was not very often.

“He’s still stuck in that meeting with the council, it’s like the elders just like to hear themselves talk sometimes,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “He shouldn’t be too long again I’m guessing. He paged me to check in, said you were craving these sour suckers.”

He got up and stretched his back. “I’m hungry. Have you eaten dinner yet? Real food I mean and not just half ripe fruit,” he said, looking at her tidy kitchen with a frown. Usually it was a cluttered mess from her new hobby, “experimental cooking”.

Mo’at had been teaching her for the past year and lately she’d gone rogue, putting her own spin or creating new dishes, and Lo’ak was her favourite taste tester.

She nodded, still chewing. “Grandmother came by at dinner time, brought over that yummy fish I like…then made me drink that disgusting tea that she so insists is good for the baby,” she said, screwing up her face. “There’s plenty left overs. Let me get you some.” She moved to get up but he shot her an exasperated look.

“For God’s sake Enyu. Sit. Down. I can get my own food. Swear, sometimes I don’t know who’s worse, you or O’tley.”

“Hey!” She cried, indignantly. “I’m not that bad and neither is O’tley, she’s a sweetheart!” She said, defending her sister in law. “Where is she anyway? I’m surprised you actually let her out of your sight,” she teased.

“Har har,” he replied, sarcastically as he rummaged around her kitchen comfortably. “I left her with my mother unfortunately,” he grumbled.

“So?”

“No, not so Tiny. You know my mother. It wasn’t until O’tley that I finally understood why Neteyam hated leaving you with her. Eywa knows what embarrassing shit she’s telling my mate right now.”

Enyu laughed at his misery. “Maybe she’ll tell her about that time when you were being potty trained and-”

“No! Don’t even finish that sentence, we’re not doing that tonight. I still can’t believe my mother told you about that. I don’t even remember that and yet she’s proudly sharing that information. Eywa help me!” He exclaimed as he took a bite of food.

Mid-conversation, she heard a voice call from the entrance. “Knock, knock. It’s me Kid!” It was Jake.

Ever since he accidentally walked in on her and Neteyam in an embarrassingly compromising position over a year ago, he always made sure to announce his presence before entering their home.

“Come in!”

“Hey Kid…how’s it going? How’s my grandkid today?” He asked, doing a terrible job at hiding his intent. He’d obviously come to check up on her since Neteyam wasn’t here.

‘ Sigh, what was she going to do about these Sully men? ’ She thought incredibly amused.

She was nine months pregnant, almost ten now and ever since she found out that she and Neteyam were expecting, all three Sully men had been slowly driving her crazy with their overprotectiveness. It was cute but at times they were if not a little overbearing- especially her husband. Mo’at had told her to give him a break, citing that it was his first baby and he was allowed to be worried.

Since Na’vis usually carried for twelve months, she sighed at the prospect of having to endure their hovering for another three months.

“I’m here already dad,” called Lo’ak from the kitchen, around a mouthful of food, “and get this, she was trying to hang that tapestry over there…while standing on a stool.” He finished with a dramatic scoff that clearly read ‘Can you believe that?’

Jake's eyebrows rose high and he shot her a disappointed look. “Swear dad, I’ve never met a more stubborn female in my li-”

“Okay, okay enough! Thank you Lo’ak,” she hissed sarcastically. “You guys, I am not as fragile as you so clearly think I am…I can do things on my own. And just because Neteyam panics and nags and frets, does not mean that you two have to as well. Alright?” Her eyes narrowed when she saw Jake looked like he was about to protest.

“And all due respect Sir but you were never like this with Neytiri when she was having Tuk.”

“Yeah well no offence Kid but she had already birthed two other babies before Tuk and had years experience raising three. And let’s face it, my wife is tough shit.” A proud grin graced his face but it only seemed to send a pang of upset Enyu’s way.

“I’m tough shit too!” She said, feeling offended and rather emotional all of a sudden. Not only was Jake technically calling her weak but her sour berries were all done, Neteyam still wasn’t home yet, Lo’ak hand hung the tapestry crooked and…and her berries were still finished!

“Oh fuck…” whispered Lo’ak, he knew that look on her face all too well by now…she was about to cry. He shot his father a ‘what the hell’ look then quickly moved to her side, stilled the swinging seat and put the empty bowl on floor. “Hey there Tiny,” he soothed, holding her hand as if she were a ticking time bomb. “You- yes, you are such tough shit. Toughest of them all. Dad doesn’t know what he’s talking about, alright?”

She bit her lip and nodded as tears welled up in her eyes, one drop breaking free to roll down her cheek.

“No no no, why are you crying? I just said you’re tough shit,” Lo’ak said, panicking now. “Please don’t cry. Do you want me to get O’tley?” His mate was much better at comforting her than he was. He cursed whoever created hormones.

Unable to control it, Enyu broke out into a full on sob while covering her face with her free hand to which both Jake and Lo’ak looked incredulously alarmed at her.

A wide eyed Jake crouched in front of her. “Shit I’m sorry Enyu, I was just joking around.”

“I kn- know,” she hiccupped, “the baby just has m- me a f- feeling little emotional right n- now,” she said, trying to laugh through her tears so they would know she was okay, only it came out a bit hysterical.

Her pregnancy so far had been a whirlwind. Neteyam was actually the one at first to realize she was expecting. He’d said she was “acting strange” . Apparently her eating on time and in such large quantities warranted his suspicions, so he took her to Neytiri who confirmed it.

They were both ecstatic at the news and so were his entire family. Enyu had never seen a group of people more excited about the arrival of a baby before. They were protective, supportive and Enyu felt so incredibly loved that it made her tear up when she thought about it.

Mo’at and Enyu went for daily walks in the morning before she left for work and although the grandmother was technically retired, she placed herself as Enyu’s one and only healer for the entirety of the pregnancy- the former Tsahìk trusted no one else with her.

Tuk would take every chance she got to rub Enyu’s stomach, lighting up whenever she felt a kick. Sometimes Tuk would get the baby so rowdy, it wreaked havoc on her poor bladder.

At four months in, they had given her the news last, which was a good thing because Tuk was so proud, she announced to whoever would listen that she was going to be an aunty. Enyu would not have been surprised if the entire clan knew she was pregnant the very next day.

Neytiri and Kiri were her rocks. They stuck by her side through three gruelling weeks in her third month of pregnancy. Nothing stayed down, everything was sore and in the final week, she contracted the purple fever. And while Mo’at was her healer, they both stayed with her the entire time- cleaning up after her, rubbing her back as she constantly retched, soothing her while she cried. They took such good care of her.

And sure, as much as she was sick and aching, it was her husband who hurt too. Neteyam couldn’t bear to see her in that state. It messed with his emotions, the fact that he couldn’t do anything to take away her discomfort, tore at him.

Jake was great, she was so grateful for his relationship with his son. At times when Neteyam seemed overwhelmed with her stubbornness or her mood swings or even in those weeks that she was so sick, she couldn’t get out of bed, she was grateful that Jake was there to support his son. Someone who had been through it all already, someone who had his back.

Lo’ak of course was his usual protective older brother self around her…only ten times worse now. A big plus, he was her go-to guy for her food cravings whenever Neteyam wasn’t around.

Also, aside from the fact that he kept trying to get her to name the baby after him, he and Spider had an all out war happening. They were forever fighting over who would be the baby’s favourite uncle. Both constantly whispered to her stomach whenever they saw her, hoping that whatever they said could sway the baby somehow.

And then there was O’tley. O’tley who had joined their little family so seamlessly. She became one of and if not Enyu’s closest friend and confidant. She was sweet and kind but she could also be savage and menacing. She was a fierce warrior and Enyu couldn’t think of anyone better for Lo’ak. O’tley brought normalcy with a dash of rebellion to Enyu’s life. Rebellion, which more than often led to them both being on receiving ends of a good scolding from their husbands. Even more so, now that she was pregnant- O'tley just seemed to get her.

All in all, she and her baby- who wasn’t even born yet, were well loved and well cared for, and yet, here she sat balling her eyes out because her berries were done? Pregnancy hormones made no sense to her.

Trying to pull herself together was no use sometimes. The tears came whether she wanted them too or not.

“What in Eywa’s name…I told you to check on her, not make her cry!” Her husband was finally home and he was furious.

“Bro, what are you looking at me for?! Dad’s the one who made her cry!” Lo’ak yelled, getting to his feet.

“By accident! It was a joke! I was joking!” Declared Jake, who stood as well, shooting his son with a glare.

All three men faced off with matching frowns and wild hand gestures.

“My wife is bawling her eyes out right now. What the hell did you say to her?”

“He said she wasn’t tough shit.”

“WHAT?” Neteyam looked completely stupefied.

“Lo’ak! You’re not helping right now!”

“Yeah well I’m sorry Sir but I am not taking the fall for you, he already chewed me out last week for making her pee herself because I “made her laugh too hard” and I refuse to be on the receiving end again.”

“Dad, what did you say?”

“I didn’t think it was that bad! All I said was-”

A giggle pierced the air causing their squabble to cease and three heads snapped to Enyu.

“Guys I’m fine, honest. Pregnancy hormones is all,” she sniffled with a watery smile, “Sorry for making you all worry.”

“Baby...” Neteyam crouched between her legs, hands automatically caressing her stomach.

“Honest, I’m okay.” She smiled, placing her palms over his.

“Can I make it up to you Enyu?” Jake asked, looking sheepish.

“You really don’t have too, I was just being emotional…but if you really really want to, can you get me some more of those yellow berries while you’re out tomorrow?”

All three men laughed at her request and Jake nodded. “You got it Kid.”

The other two eventually left- Lo’ak mumbling a “fucking hell” under his breath while Jake shot him with a “you’re next” which caused his son to stumble at his words. O’tley had confided in Enyu that she wasn’t quite ready yet for kids so Lo’ak still had time before he had to deal with an overly hormonal mate.

And then it was just her and Neteyam.

“Are you sure you’re okay, baby?” He asked, kissing her palm.

“Yep. I promise I am.”

“I missed you today.”

Enyu didn’t bother to respond. She knew he was talking to their baby. She smiled as he sang and chatted with her stomach, almost as if she wasn’t there, enjoying the look on her husband’s face whenever the baby pressed against his palm.

When she yawned, he stood and helped her get to her feet. “Alright Flower, bedtime.”

“Okay. Kiss?" She asked, tilting her chin up. He complied and pressed his lips against hers sensually, slowly backing her towards their bed. "Oh wait!" She exclaimed, ripping her lips from his. "Can you just straighten out the hanging for me please? Lo’ak left it a bit crooked.”

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled.

A wail roused Neteyam from sleep. Blinking up at the ceiling of their home with a sleepy groan, he glanced over at his still sleeping mate beside him then sat up to comfort his fussing baby.

She was the most perfect thing he had ever seen in his life, and even after only being in their lives for six months, he still couldn’t believe she was theirs.

Elteyä was the splitting image of her mother but she had Neteyam’s eyes and her darker striped markings matched his. His baby had eight fingers, ten toes and usually slept with her little bum in the air. She was a good baby, all gummy smiles and constant babbling, fussing only whenever she needed to be fed or changed.

“Hi my little love, are you hungry?” Neteyam scoped up his daughter, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, inhaling her sweet baby smell deeply. Her cries quieted instantly but she whined a bit, rubbing at her mouth against his chest, confirming that she was hungry.

“I wish we didn’t have to wake your mama up.”

Neteyam placed her between him and Enyu, in their bed then leaned over to gently wake his wife. As done a thousand times before, she woke with a little yawn, automatically shuffling closer on her side then guided her hungry baby to her nipple, smiling sleepily as Elteyä suckled greedily, tiny fingers clenched into the swell of her breast.

Neteyam leaned against his arm watching them, he never tired of seeing them together. The mother of his child was incredible. Enyu shifted their little one to latch against her other nipple, lovingly stroking her finger over her cute button nose, humming as Elteyä’s eyes peered up at her. She smiled sleepily at her mother, mid suckle, pausing to coo and gurgle before she was back to her feast- tiny tail flickering lazily.

Enyu watched patiently as Neteyam took the baby from her, wiping at her plump little milk stained lips with a cloth. She bit her lip as her husband placed the cloth over his shoulder and burped their daughter with ease, gently rubbing and patting her back, soothing her to sleep once again with soft coos and humming of his own.

She was surprised at how well they both adapted to parenthood. Albeit, it was great having his parents around to teach them everything they knew. And Mo’at. Mo’at was a force to be reckoned with and when it came to her first great grandchild, she was very much involved in helping the new parents.

Elteyä looked so cute and tiny in her mate’s arms, he was such a wonderful father and it sure did things to her when she saw him like this.

When he placed Elteyä back into the well crafted little cot he and Lo'ak had built, he returned to bed and eyed his now very wide awake mate knowingly.

As soon as he laid down she pounced. Swinging a leg to straddle him, she kissed him hungrily, immediately rolling her bare hips against his, moving to kiss down the column of his neck as she urged his hands to touch her.

Allowing his mate a few moments to take the lead and feel like she was actually in charge for once, Neteyam then flipped them suddenly and took control of the kiss, giving in to what she wanted.

Pulling back to look down at her lust hazed face he asked, “Did you drink the tea? I want to be in you tonight.”

Liquid pooled between her thighs at his words but she was quickly distracted when she remembered her goal. Growing nervous, she didn’t meet his eyes. “Umm, about that…I don’t want to drink the tea anymore.”

He frowned, clearly not understanding, so she went in for the direct truth. “I want another baby.”

Neteyam froze, eyebrows raised high as he looked down at his wife. “And I know you’re thinking it’s probably too soon but-”

Unable to contain his excitement, a slow smile grew on his face and he flipped them over so she was in his lap once more. “Enyu, baby are you being serious right now?”

She nodded with her own grin, feeling more excited from his positive response. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it for a little while now and I’m sure. I feel ready. What do you think?”

He kissed her and whispered a “hell yes” against her lips. “You know I want as many babies as you're willing to give me.”

Enyu laughed, careful not to be too loud. “How many do you want? And don’t say ten like every other time we’ve talked about this.”

He tilted his head in thought as his hands sensually smoothed up her thighs, her hips, waist, then ribs, to cup her breasts gently. “How about six?”

“Six? No.” Rolling her hips against his thigh, in the rhythm he set for her, she huffed a small laugh when his tail smacked across her bottom in disagreement. Her laugh simmered into a low moan when he took a nipple into his mouth. “How about two?” She suggested instead.

He released her with a soft pop and a bead of milk dangled from his bottom lip. Licking it away he rasped, “Five.”

When he clenched his thigh muscles, her eyes rolled up, then closed, head dropping back as he sped up her rocking- she was making such a mess on his thigh. He loved it.

Panting, she shook her head then said in a garbled voice, “Two.”

“Four,” he mumbled against her neck, sucking that sensitive spot of hers while he fondled one of her breasts.

“Tey.” She was there already. He knew her body better than his own, he’d mastered the art of controlling it.

“Come for me Flower.”

She fell forward, biting into his shoulder to muffle her scream as his hands continued to guide her hips across the hard muscled expanse of his thigh.

He didn’t give her a chance to recover though and she squealed when he tossed her backwards, pushing her legs apart to greedily eye her mess. His jaw ticked as he considered his next move.

“Four,” he said again. His voice sounded rough and he looked like he was seconds away from ravishing her.

Still panting and coming down from her high she nodded and said, “Maybe. How about three for sure and four for maybe?”

“Deal.” He stalked closer, looking completely wild. Eyes locked on hers he licked at the inside of her thigh, cleaning away the remnants that leaked there.

“Ma'Tayam...” she whined. She knew he loved teasing her but she wasn’t feeling in a very teasing mood at the moment.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked in faux concern, crawling up her body.

She hissed at him, baring her fangs in annoyance. “I want you to touch me already!”

“Such a fierce little Flower,” he cooed with a taunting chuckle before turning serious again. “Here.” He reached behind him and gripped his queue, presenting it to her.

Enyu reached for hers and did the same. The moment their tendrils connected, solidifying their bond, they gasped, eyes closed, breaths mingling as they felt all of each other.

“Every time,” he whispered against her lips. “I swear it always feels like the very first time with you.”

Her eyes opened to stare into his pupil blown gaze and she damn near came at the sight of them. “Neteyam,” she begged.

Giving in to her demands, he stoked between her thighs, immediately sinking two fingers into her and groaned. “Shit Enyu, you’re soaking me baby.”

“Well what are you going to do about it?”

He paused, not liking her tone and grinned wickedly at her pathetic whine when he removed his fingers. Leaning down, he bit and licked at the tip of her ear. “Oh little wife, you really want to know what I am going to do about it?” He whispered, dangerously.

All the air rushed out of her when in one fluid motion he pushed all the way inside of her, with a strained grunt, stretching her deliciously. He remained still, allowing her to adjust to the sudden intrusion and her shaking thighs clamped tight against his sides. He nipped her ear again, bringing her attention back to him.

“I am going to put a baby in you, is what I’m going to do about it.”

It was date night for the first time in five months.

They left their two little ones in the trusted care of Mo’at who was keenly soaking up as much time with her precious great grandbabies who she doted upon every chance she got.

There was usually a fight for who got to babysit on date night, so Enyu usually had to persuade her husband to let their family fight amongst themselves. Her husband was extremely overprotective over their children and he tended to find it hard to share them.

Neteyam took her flying that night, she hadn’t been since the birth of their son five months ago.

They were currently cuddled together on the very same tree where they’d had their “talk” years ago. The same tree they stood on, when he had told her his family was leaving the clan.

Enyu leaned back against her husband’s shoulder where she sat comfortably between his legs as they enjoyed the scenery before them.

“When did you realize you had feelings for me? Beyond friendship.”

Neteyam blinked and considered her question before answering. “Hmm. To be honest there was a build up. I think it started escalating after our fight about Yaćksön. You know I was honestly terrified at that moment, it occurred to me I could actually lose you to some other guy. I was jealous, insanely jealous…but yeah, it was after that I started noticing all these things about you that I hadn’t before.”

“Like what?”

“Simple things at first. How much your touch affected me. Your smile, how you walked- hips and tail swaying, teasing me every time. Your lips- swear baby I thought you were taunting me every time you’d bite your damn bottom lip.” She let out a laugh. “These,” his hands cupped her breasts softly, “how did I not notice these before? Hm?” They laughed and he released her, hugging her again.

“It wasn’t only physical things though. I never realized how safe you made me feel.” She tilted her head against his shoulder to see his face. “Being the chief’s son, growing up with all the expectations. I know I was a hard ass, still am- I hear people talk. But with you, I could be my complete self around you, Flower. Didn’t have that with anybody else.”

He tucked a stray hair behind her hair and kissed her forehead. “So yeah it started there. Then during that time I was an idiot and decided to avoid you, I started having these thoughts- about you and me, if we ever stood a chance. What our future could’ve been if I didn’t have to leave, what our baby would have looked like,” he chuckled sadly. “Stuff like that... But to finish answering your question. When my feelings really sucker punched me? It was right here.”

“Here?”

“Mhm. You crawled into my lap, determination written all over your beautiful face. Telling me that I was your home. Telling me, you were leaving with me and my family, and I couldn’t tell you no. That I just had to say yes…and it hit me, knocked the air right out of me. It was like finally waking up from a dream, only to find out it was all true. You were very real all along.”

Enyu turned and climbed into his lap, just like that night and he chuckled at the sight of the tears in her eyes. "Was it my cheesiness?"

“It’s hormones,” she tried.

He snorted, “Sure baby. You’re not going to be able to use that excuse forever. You know I knew you before we had kids right?”

“Whatever. Now kiss me already.”

“So impatient,” he teased and then he kissed her slowly, lovingly, tears and all, savouring her taste, before pulling back to stare into her eyes.

“I love you Neteyam.”

“I love you too En’yuna. My fierce Flower.”

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