#it took weeks for my wrists to stop hurting after the last one

[cuddlemegeek]

Unstoppable force (desire to have quilt) vs immovable object (clear memories of how hellish the last one was to make) fight

#i say this as if i'm not already buying and planning another quilt lmao #does anyone have a longarm quilter they prefer working with who takes mailed quilts #because like hell am i quilting on my machine again #it took weeks for my wrists to stop hurting after the last one

[retroellie]

Mile-high club

Summary: After a month of not having sex, you decide to be bold with what you want from spencer. Stepping out of both your comfort zones due to complete sexual frustration.

A/N: This one is a bit rushed, but can y'all tell what my faviote spencer era is? Like i love long haired spencer i can not! Also yall... I just turned 19 :) So that's a little life update lmao. Anyways love and miss y'all!!

Warnings: NSFW, public sex and dirty talk

Word count: 5.4K

As with any other case, this case dragged on and on until you felt you were nothing but skin and bones. Cases always left you feeling so empty inside, always so bleak... it always took you a bit to come back to your natural self. The first rule of being a part of the FBI is never to take it personally, don't take it to heart. But how could you not? You're inviting yourself into these people's lives, picking apart their brains, and using that to your advantage. You knew it was for the best but that didn't mean you had to like it.

You were doing what you normally did after cases, drinking hot tea on the jet aching for the sweet release of sleep. This time, however, you weren't aching for sleep. This entire week there was a thought always in the back of your mind, you weren't sure why it was this case specifically but for some reason, the thought lingered. Spencer... You felt yourself heating up every time around him, focusing only on his hands when he was showing you paperwork or squeezing your thighs together as you watched his hips. You had never been the needy one in the relationship, it has always been Spencer... but something about him now left you hungry. You racked it off to just you being hormonal, but you knew it was because Spencer's hands hadn't been on you for a while. Back-to-back cases like these always left no time to get down with Spencer... one downside to this job among many.

Even now, while sitting on the jet, you could only look at him. Emily and JJ were talking about god knows what, while you started across the jet to see your little Spencer. He was reading, his hands so delicately following as he read... His hair had gotten long, almost touching his shoulders now. You had gotten real used to pulling on it, sometimes subconsciously doing it as you hugged him. You started to think about how he looked last time you made him whimper, the picture burnt into your brain as you slid yourself up and down until he begged you to stop. "too much...." was all he could muster up, his wrist rubbing against the rope as he so badly wanted to reach up to touch you.

"You hear Y/N?" You heard a voice say, your heart dropping as you whipped your head towards it.

The voice belonged to Emily, her eyebrow raised as she wondered what you were thinking. She could see that something was up and not just because she was a profiler. Anyone who could see how you were looking at Spencer could see exactly how you were feeling, sexually frustrated. The way you gripped onto your coffee mug, and bit the inside of your lip roughly... basically eye fucked Spencer. Obviously, you could never tell Emily how you were thinking about Spencer being so pussy drunk that it physically hurt him. So you just sent a smile over to her, brought your tea to your lips, and nodded.

"Yeah! Sorry..." You kept the grin on your face, your embarrassment getting the best of you as you began to become flustered. "Just a bit distracted today."

You flicked your eyes between my cup and Emily, not wanting to make too much eye contact in the state you were in, your state being extremely turned on. It was gross to even admit, but even just looking at Spencer... your body reacted. Emily looked over at JJ, shooting her a look. You caught onto this, but not sure what that look even meant. JJ just chuckled softly, shifting herself in her chair. You looked between them, feeling as though you were left out of a really funny inside joke of theirs. Emily looked back at you, giving you a smirk.

"I can see that..." She leaned back in her chair, hands placed on her stomach as she read your confusion. "Been a while?"

Her words confused you, not sure what she meant by that. You now started feeling like you were the butt of the joke, feeling like you did in high school when girls would giggle behind you. "Been a while." Could mean anything, has it been a while since you showered? Has it been a while since you ate? Has it been a while since you went to a concert? The possibilities were endless yet Emily still expected an answer. You furrowed your brows, cocking your head to the side.

"What?" You asked, genuinely needing an explanation before you could even answer her question. Emily chuckled once again, looking back at Spencer before huddling herself closer to you as if she had to tell you a huge secret.

"You and Spencer?" That was all she said.

Your heart dropped, was Emily a mind reader? or were you just that frustrated that it was written on your skin? Her words made you think, however, how long has it been? It was definitely before this case and the one before it... then there was that 4-day conference y'all were forced to attend, well then that one week you got your period and didn't feel like doing anything but laying in bed... You would say it's been a good month, maybe a little more. This was definitely not normal for you two, sex was like food to the two of you. It was y'alls way to destress from cases, it became so normal to go home after a long case and bang it out. Trust and believe this drought had been taking a toll on you, you were so horny that you could start humping Spencer's leg at any moment, just like a dog in heat.

You hesitated to answer, not wanting to cross that boundary with Emily but also not wanting to be humiliated. You were the more private person when it came to the BAU, you would come in and do your work... that's it. Obviously, you were a part of the BAU family, you knew everyone's business and you would hang out with them outside of work. But you were a mystery to everyone there, well except Spencer, he had quite literally known you inside and out. As of right now though, you were frustrated and in need of a rant so that boundary didn't exist for you today.

"Is it that noticeable?" You said sarcastically, scoffing as you did so. You hated the feeling of being easily read, but the frustration was sloshing around inside you so it was only a matter of time before the people around you figured it out. Emily chuckled softly, looking over at JJ before she spoke.

"I mean you have been grouchy, you're not focused, and well..." Emily paused, she was now reading you like a book. "You've been undressing Spencer with your eyes this entire trip."

You wanted to melt into the ground, and let the worms use your flesh as food. You were embarrassed, completely and utterly ashamed of her words. You were acting like a starved man, only able to focus on the mere thought of food... like a complete glutton-driven man. You never really knew how much you needed sex, you started to wonder if you always had this need deep inside you. You remember before Spencer, you went months without an orgasm and was perfectly fine. Maybe it was Spencer, maybe his cock switched something on inside your pussy... or maybe other men hadn't been doing it right.

You felt your cheeks heat up but at the same time, your body ran cold. All you could do was watch as Emily snickered at your reaction, like your embarrassment was the funniest thing she had ever seen. You were much younger than Emily and JJ, you were newer to this world and newer to sex than they were. Trust and believe that both women have had their share of droughts, so this is not new to them. They weren't trying to embarrass you or make you feel you needed to be ashamed. No, they just found it amusing that you were so blinded to the fact you were so obvious with your motives. Let's just say your subtle touches and comments towards Spencer weren't so subtle.

"I just..." You start, your voice sounding as though you were pouting and honestly... you were pouting. "It used to be every day! Every night, after work... like clockwork! But this stupid fucking job is getting in the way of us, I mean sex is how we communicate!"

Your voice is rising, alerting the sleeping Derek who sat right behind you. He was too tired to even comprehend what you were talking about, which surprised you because he always teased you and Spencer about your sex life. The girls didn't laugh this time, only watched as you looked like you were going crazy. They didn't realize how upset you were about this, this felt it went far beyond sex to you. It did in some sense, as said before you and Spencer were always having sex so if there was no sex happening... there was no and him happening either. This could turn into a therapy session, you could cry about how you felt ignored and put aside but it wasn't that at all... you were just so horny for Spencer, this frustration building up and ready to burst. JJ sighed softly, patting you on the shoulder.

"I get it... I mean we get it." She points between her and Emily, shooting Emily a smile. "Y/N... You need to have sex or you're going to go insane."

Emily nods, agreeing with JJ's clear over-exaggeration. You felt like you were already going insane, you couldn't do anything without the thought of Spencer's cock down your throat completely eliminating your focus. So although it was clear JJ was being dramatic about it, you felt it was pretty accurate for the feeling inside you. You let out a sigh, pushing your hair back as you leaned back in your chair. You have been at this job for 4 years, and insanity came with the job, so this feeling of complete and utter insanity due to not having sex was killing you simply because it was so new to you.

"Trust me, I know." Was all you said, biting your lip softly as your eyes flicked over to Spencer once more.

He was now leaning back in his chair, his thighs slightly opened as his hands were placed on them delicately. He was looking out the window, watching the clouds go by as the sun started to set. You couldn't help but look at his veiny hands placed so pretty on his thighs, you suddenly gained tunnel vision and your eyes started to outline his cock. Spencer sensed you looking at him, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as he turned his head. He made eye contact with you, sending you a soft smile. Talk about the straw that broke the camel's back, that opened the floodgates inside of you.

"You know what you should do?" JJ asked, trying to get your attention, and in only milliseconds... she had it. "You need to make him want it, it's what I used to do with Will all the time when I was pregnant, and believe me pregnancy hormones are no joke."

How does one go about making someone want them? You were no stranger in the teasing scene, it was your favorite thing to do with Spencer. But you haven't even had 2 seconds to tease him since the drought started, so you were a bit out of practice. Spencer would usually be a puddle on the floor you stepped on in seconds when you teased him, but he was so stressed that he couldn't tell his ass from his head sometimes. You were more than willing to know how JJ did it, and how she made men want her in times of desperation. 

"How?" You ask, feeling slightly more embarrassed by your sudden confusion. JJ thinks for a second, looking over at Emily for her to pitch in at any moment.

"There's many ways to do it, all people are different Y/N" Emily chuckled, looking over at JJ who was still thinking about how she even managed to seduce Will like she did. "My advice is just be overly affectionate with him, you know? Touch him more, show a little more skin, laugh louder... Just make it known, be loud with it."

You took in her words, especially the "make it known" and "be loud with it". You felt you could do that, with how frustrated you had become you could see yourself screaming for him to just fuck you. It would be a bit hard because Spencer is kind of not good with social cues, if you try to flirt with him sometimes, he just throws statistics your way. You repeated the words "make it known" in your head, how could you make it known... at that moment as you repeated it in your head like a mantra, you had such a devilish idea. Your hands almost started shaking due to excitement, the feeling taking over your body as you went to speak.

"I can do that..." You said with a smile, standing up from your seat and fixing your shirt. "I need to use the restroom, be right back."

You basically ran to the bathroom, zooming past Spencer who was quite confused at your sudden rush. You locked yourself in the small bathroom, the excitement taking over your body as you could see yourself start doing handstands due to excitement. You pulled out your phone, setting yourself on the small counter sink as you started to pull your shirt off. You weren't sure how to do this, your nerves getting the best of you as you clicked on your camera. You had no time to think, you just pulled your shirt off and aimed your camera at your chest.

The first one was more of a softcore nude, only in your bra as your hand laid on your chest. You took a couple of pictures with your bra on, then you clicked through them, deleting the ones you didn't like. You would've stopped there but you wanted to go the extra mile, you were "being loud" with it as Emily would say. You pulled your bra off, watching it fall to the floor, the nerves in your stomach only fooling you to go further. You pointed the camera at your chest, snapping a couple of pictures. Again, you weren't good at this... you never claimed to be, so you took pictures from multiple angles and positions. Some you were squeezing them together, some you weren't.... you weren't a model or a photographer so you were working with what you had.

You finished, hopping down from the sink and putting your clothes back on. You sat on the lidded toilet, scrolling through the pictures as you picked the ones you would send. You were nervous to say the least, you knew it was just Spencer but you had never taken sex outside of the bedroom before. This was new, this was scary... this was so arousing. You clicked on Spencer's name, his name being "spencie poop" In your phone, you clicked on the pictures you wanted and hovered over the send button. Would this work? what if he isn't into it as much as you are? What were you even doing?

"Make it known. be loud with it." You repeated in your head, closing your eyes before clicking the send button. It took only seconds for it to send the anticipation building in your stomach. You decided to stay sitting in the toilet for a little longer, getting yourself together before you faced the world behind the small bathroom door. You knew Spencer wouldn't see the pictures until later on, knowing that he always put his phone on silent as he hated technology, especially when it interrupted his reading time. You wondered how he would react, knowing that Spencer didn't know how to react to most things. You wouldn't be surprised if Spencer sent you a thumbs up and a message saying how pretty you look, you weren't sure this would even work in your favor.

You gathered yourself, breathing in and out before you stood up to leave the bathroom. As you reached for the door, there was a small knock on it. You assumed it was someone who needed to use the bathroom, you had been in there for a good 15 minutes before you decided to leave. You reached for the door, opening it... Your heart dropped, your entire body went hot and your underwear became wetter than before. It was Spencer, his face was bright red and his hands shook softly. He didn't give you time to even open the door all the way before he barged into the small bathroom with you, shutting and locking the door behind you.

"Are you crazy?" He whispered, hoping no one else saw him or heard him come in. You were pressed against the sink, Spencer pressed against you as the small bathroom was not made for two. "Are you trying to get me in trouble? what if someone had seen?"

Spencer looked upset but his hard cock against your stomach gave his true feelings away. Spencer could never be mad at you, you knew this and you took advantage of it often. Unfortunately, Spencer was very by the books, he followed all the rules but when it came to you... rules didn't exist. So he wasn't actually upset about the pictures, he was just frustrated you decided to send them now. While Hotch was sitting right next to him, a clear shot of his phone and everything. You bit your lip softly, your eyes being pulled toward his cock rubbing against your belly, there was no hiding that in this small compact area.

"Seems like you liked them.." You teased softly, chuckling out as you looked up at him with doe eyes.

Spencer could have come then and there, your innocence creating a deep desire within him. He let out a sigh, his breath panning across your face as he did so smelling of coffee and mint. You brought your hand up to his tie, fiddling with it softly as you stood on your tiptoes, trying to come face-to-face with him. Spencer's breath hitched as your lips brushed his own, his mind going foggy and forgetting where he was in the moment... Something inside him though reminded him, the small voice in the back of his head telling him this was a bad idea and the team was only feet away from you both. As you started to undo his belt, He grabbed onto your shoulders, pushing you back softly.

"Y/N, that was extremely inappropriate..." He said sternly, trying not to give in to your pleading eyes. "Hotch was right next to me an..."

His words were cut off by your hand grasping his cock softly. In the short time, he had been scolding you, you managed to stuff your hand down his pants, Spencer was far too focused on trying to not give into your motives he didn't even realize. Spencer became putty just then, your hand rubbing his cock slowly cutting his iq down by 100. You knew this was also a horrible idea, I mean were you really going to let your twisted, horny mind risk your job? The answer was, yes... yes you were. If it meant that Spencer would be inside of you, then you would do anything.

"I know baby... I've been so bad." You whispered out, your hand still wrapped around his cock. You fluttered your eyes up at him, watching as his ability to control himself slowly disappeared. "But I had to! it's been so long, you have me all worked up and it's starting to hurt."

You rub his cock softly, his own eyes fluttering shut as you turn him into putty. Spencer hadn't even realized how long it had been, he didn't have much time to think about anything but work nowadays. He didn't realize it until he almost came in your hand just from a few pumps. His body had heated up, his cheeks red as you slid your thumb across his tip. His head was foggy but he still couldn't get past the thought that his boss was just outside the small bathroom you both had been in. He stiffened himself up again, putting a hand on your wrist.

"Y/N, the team is inches away from us." He spoke, pulling your hands from his pants and doing up his belt again. "I promise you I will let you do whatever when we get home to make up for these last couple of weeks okay?"

Trust and believe that it took Spencer his entire self-control to say no to you, especially after seeing those pictures. Your half-naked body, the way you looked up at the camera for him. He wasn't sure if he would be able to get his cock to soften after knowing those pictures existed, he knew this was going to be a long trip home. He struggled with getting his belt looped, his hands shook so vigorously that they were no help to him. You finally reached your hand out to stop his hands, reaching up to lift his head to look up at you.

"Spencer, if you tell me to stop right now... I will." You spoke, you were frustrated and it was so obvious you both needed this. "I will stop and we can walk out of here like nothing happened okay? I just need you to say "I want this to stop." and that's it, I'll stop. But all i need is 5 minutes, I'll get us both off and no one will even notice.``

Spencer thought for a moment, seeing how serious you were. He knew you would never force him to do anything, so he knew if he really did tell you to stop, you would. but he really didn't want you to stop, his "professional FBI agent" side told him to stop but his "love drunk" side didn't want you to stop. All he could think about was your pictures and how uncomfortable this boner was going to be for the rest of the plane ride if he didn't just flat-out fuck you.

He tried to calculate just how far away the team was from the two of you and what the chances of them hearing the two of you were. He came up with it being 72% they won't hear the two of you, due to the fact the bathroom is a bit insulated and most of the team liked to sit far from the bathroom. You could see him doing this math in his head just by the look on his face, you chuckled to yourself knowing this was a complete Spencer Reid thing. Spencer struggled internally, both his logical and hormonal sides butting heads just as he looked down at you with those pretty doe eyes you kept giving him. Spencer was going to burst, the month of no sex finally catching up to him all at once.

"Fuck it..." He said right before crashing his lips onto yours.

Now Spencer Reid must have really been frustrated as he never used words like that, but something about you just sent him over the edge each time. You kissed him back immediately, his hands kept your mouth on him as his tongue slid into your mouth. It was all so fast-paced, just like you said it would be... you just needed five minutes. You reached down to his half-done belt and started undoing it once more, trying to focus on his lips and your hands at the same time. Spencer was so completely engulfed in the kiss that he couldn't even contemplate helping you at all, he just pressed you against the sink hinting at you to hop on it.

You positioned yourself on the sink, Spencer's hands going to your ass to prevent you from falling into it. You finally got his pants undone, pulling them down so only his cock could bounce free causing a soft groan to fall from his lips. You smirked softly into the kiss, feeling just as hard he had gotten just from your little "fight".

"Really liked them huh?" You said through the kiss, Spencer just kissed you harder trying to get you to shut up.

You just laughed softly, your hands now going to your own pants to take them off. You struggled with your pants, trying to keep Spencer's mouth satisfied with your mouth while also trying to get out of your very tight pants. Spencer noticed this, pulling away from you to help you slide your pants down your thighs and watching them bunch up on your ankles. As soon as they were out of the way, Spencer didn't even bother with your panties, he just pushed them to the side and slid himself into you.

"Fuc.." Was all he could get out before he stuffed his face into your neck, silencing his moans that were bound to come out.

Your eyes immediately rolled to the back of your head, gripping onto his shoulders for support. You felt whole again, his cock sliding inside of you like it never left. Spencer didn't sit still for long before he started thrusting inside of you, his hands gripping your hips roughly. Spencer's thrust started rough and fast, taking your word for it only taking 5 minutes. To avoid suspicion and losing your job, you both needed to hurry up and get off.

You couldn't help but get lost in the feeling, finally after weeks of needing to be fucked and it's actually happening plus the feeling of getting caught only added to the pleasure. You thrust back into Spencer, lifting your hips off the counter just to slam your own hips into his. It went like this for minutes, both of you breathing heavily and using each other's bodies to get off. Suddenly you felt a knot inside of your form, your hands moving up to his hair to pull on it to alert him.

"Gonna cum... fuck gonna cum." You whispered into his ear, as his face was still stuffed between your neck and your shoulder. He was afraid if he replied, he was going to not be able to control the moans that came from his throat.

He just thrusted faster, his hand coming up to rest on the mirror as you both were being pushed further and further up onto the sink so the faucet was almost digging into your back. He let out a couple of soft whimpers as his thrust became sloppier, his eyes tearing up as his cock twitched. He'd never come this fast before, only besides the first few times you both had fucked, but this was a record and it was clear he had become so backed up that this was definitely needed.

He came first, coating the inside of your walls with his hot cum, fucking himself through his own orgasm as well as coaxing you to your own. You came only moments later, the feeling of his warm breath on your neck and his hot cum inside of you... you broke. You came with a soft moan and your nails digging into his shoulders. It wasn't the best orgasm he had ever given you but it was so needed, it felt like you had been given water after days of dehydration.

As said before, you needed to be quick so after a few seconds of recovering from ecstasy, you both were pulling your clothes back on. It felt dirty in a way, aftercare, and soft kisses weren't a luxury you had at the moment. You watched as he pulled his pants back on, once again struggling with his belt. You realized how lighter and rested he looked now like the quickie was the thing he was missing his entire life. You chuckled softly, moving your hands down to his belt to help him loop it through.

"Guess we just joined the mile-high club huh?" You smirked up at him, his face still red with lust. Spencer chuckled softly, watching as your hands fixed his belt.

Spencer was almost embarrassed that he allowed you to sit high and dry for almost a month straight, he hadn't even thought of touching you that entire time. Although his mind had been elsewhere the entire time, it still felt wrong for a person to completely deny you of anything. Spencer felt he needed sex as much as you did, something he would have never thought he would ever need. He now understands why Morgan is the way he is, the constant need to feel that closeness to someone... to feel so vulnerable, especially in a job where vulnerability is a weakness. You noticed that Spencer had been in his head again, he always just had that look to him.

"You okay?" You asked, your hands now fixing his hair slightly. "I didn't push a boundary did i?"

Spencer shook his head almost immediately, the feeling of any discomfort so far away it wasn't even there. Spencer felt completely comfortable with you, even if it was such a weird situation to be in. He just got into his own head a lot, letting his mind wander and making up all kinds of assumptions about things. The assumption on his mind right now was that maybe having a healthy, functioning relationship in this field was almost impossible. You both hadn't had a single conversation that wasn't about a case or coffee or anything that didn't involve the office, in weeks. Could you both go on like that or are you both destined to just have quickies in the jet bathroom for the rest of your careers.

"No! Of course not!" He breathed out, basking in your soft hands touching his face softly, something you had done to comfort him. "Just wanted to say sorry for being so distant lately, didn't know you were feeling this...ignored?"

He wasn't sure what the right word to use was and honestly, you didn't know either. You weren't actually angry with him, just frustrated especially when your only kind of stress release was coming home and fucking him till he cried. You continued to rub his cheek softly with your thumb, pushing his hair back from his face.

"I'm not mad honey." You chuckled, trying to reassure him that he did nothing wrong. "Just please start checking in with me okay? So the feelings don't build up and we have to risk our jobs again."

Your joke caused Spencer to crack a smile, his laugh filling the small bathroom. He nodded, leaning down to set a soft kiss on your lips. The reality started to sit in however, you both just fucked on the job basically and the embarrassment and shame were written all over both of you. You both had only been gone for 15ish minutes so it was going to be an easy lie to come up with, you'll probably blame it on your motion sickness that you actually feel often on the jet. You both agreed on a story, you had gotten sick and asked Spencer to hold your hair back, easy enough. You went to open the door, taking a breath before facing your team again.

"Hey y/n?" Spencer spoke, stopping you in your tracks before you opened the door. You gave him your full attention, turning to see his eyes once again filled the lust. "I did like them...You should definitely start, you know I'm...Sending them more often."

You let out a soft chuckle, rolling your eyes before walking out of the bathroom. You both nonchalantly went back to your seats, as if nothing happened. JJ and Emily were talking about something when you got back, completely lost in conversation to realize what had just happened. You looked around at everyone, trying to see an inch of disgust or knowing on their faces. Fortunately, everyone was oblivious to the events that happened in the bathroom so you could relax in your seat. You tried to listen in on JJ and Emily's conversation, putting your two cents in here and there but your eyes kept flicking over to Spencer. He was now boring his eyes into your skin, making your body heat up once again. You could tell that what was supposed to be a simple quickie, was definitely not over yet and it was going to be a long trip home. 

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[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 3 Part 5

So it's been about 3 weeks since my promised update. Oops. Main issue was breaking my first bone as I'm sure most of you saw. On my right wrist, of course. And being right handed, meant I could barely type for that first week.

But also this is a transition section of the story. And I was struggling with how to best write said transition. I am finally happy with it, though. To make up for being so late, this is a long one! Hope you enjoy. The total word count for this arc is now up to 9.6k. Do with that as you will.

Story Summary: Jack and Maddie install a new ghost shield on the house which activates the moment Danny tries to step into his home. His secret is out and his parents are determined to excise the ghost from their son.

Luckily Danny isn't alone. The Young Justice, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz aren't going to leave him to suffer.

Arc 1: AO3

Arc 2: AO3; Tumblr - First, Last

Arc 3: First, Previous

Word Count: 3.6k (Told you it was a long one!)

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Pain was a constant through the rest of that never-ending drive. Danny would wake screaming from the nightmares only to continue screaming from the pain.

Tim was there every time. His words were soft and soothing, even when Danny couldn’t make out their meaning between the throbbing of his human chest and aching core. Any time he woke, Tim did his best to force ectoplasm and liquid foods down his throat. If Danny couldn’t manage even that much, he was given more of Frostbite’s ice chips.

When they finally, finally stopped for the last time, Danny cried in relief. Kon carried him out of the van, a blanket under him as a makeshift stretcher. TTK meant that he was held perfectly flat even though Kon was only holding one end.

Tim’s worried face peered down at him. “Kon’s going to fly you up, okay? I’ll let you in through the window. I’ve disabled all cameras, so no one will see you.”

Danny think he nodded. He wanted to. He must’ve done something because Tim brushed his fingers across Danny’s forehead, nodded, and disappeared from view. Then Danny was leaving the van. For the first time in Clockwork only knew how long. It was daytime, but the sky was overcast and gray.

When Kon flew with him, it wasn’t the weightlessness of his own flight. Instead, he felt like they were fighting gravity. He hated it.

But it was only the matter of a few moments before they approached an open window and Kon carried him in. He was in too much pain to take in most of the room, but he did see a TV bigger than any he’d seen outside of Sam’s home theater.

Kon didn’t stop, and he was carried into another room—a bedroom As they approached the bed, the sheets folded back on their own. Kon set him down as gently as possible, but pain shot up from his chest at even the slight change of position.

He stopped breathing, even the movements of his lungs were too much. Instead he just let the pain wash over him. Wave after wave of it. Vaguely, he was aware of someone grabbing his hand, of voices above him.

Gloved hands pressed something cold to his lips and Danny gratefully took the ice and the numbing coolness it promised. Not enough for full relief, nothing could give that right now. But by the time it was gone, he could at least think through the pain.

This time when he opened his eyes, he saw Tim’s worried face, Kon standing behind him.

“Back with us?” asked Tim.

Danny grimaced and nodded. He tried a shallow breath. It hurt, but he could somewhat function through it. “Sorry.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to hear apologies from you for at least a month. This isn’t your fault.”

“Sorry,” Danny repeated.

Tim just huffed. “How’s the bed? Do you need anything? Extra pillows?”

Danny bit his lip and let himself feel. The bed was soft. As far from the feel of the exam table as it was possible to be. It was also leagues better than the camping mattress he’d been using in the van. Honestly, it was probably better than his mattress back home. And the pillow was the perfect height for lying on his back. “It’s good.”

The look Tim gave him made Danny think he wasn’t believed, but after a moment Tim just nodded. “If you’re sure. Now, Kon and I are going to have to change your bandages and reapply the necessary creams and poultices. After, I want you to try and eat a little more.”

Danny groaned, already dreading the procedure. But it had to be done. He ignored the tears he couldn’t stop and met Tim’s eyes. “Just do it.”

Kon grimaced. “I’ll make it quick.”

Danny tried to smile back but he knew he failed when neither Kon nor Tim looked any less concerned. “I know. Thanks.”

And it was true. Kon’s TTK made the process so much easier that it would have been otherwise. However, there was no way to make it entirely painless. Especially when removing the final layer. Danny couldn’t keep from crying out as the gauze stuck to his wounds. Finally, his chest was bared to the world. Danny trembled with the pain of it before gathering his courage and looking down.

This was his first time seeing his chest since he’d been pulled out of the lab. The incisions were inflamed and leaking, though they were already scabbing over. Green ectoplasm and red blood mingled in the secretions.

Tim and Kon didn’t wait for him to catalog every mark, however. They quickly passed jars of Frostbite’s concoctions to each other and set to work covering every area of his chest. Cold spread in the wake of their ministrations and Danny nearly wept in relief.

“This is already looking better, Danny,” said Tim.

Danny scoffed, then winced as it pulled at the injuries. He clenched his eyes shut as he reminded his body he didn’t need to breathe.

“He’s right,” said Kon. “I don’t think even I’d be healing this quickly from injuries like yours.”

Danny didn’t say anything as they continued to work. When they were done with the medications, Kon reapplied the bandages. Tim gave him another piece of ice which Danny took with relief.

Danny mumbled a thanks around the ice.

“Anytime,” said Kon. “Mind if I take a picture of you so everyone can see you’re safe in Gotham now? Sam’s been texting me non-stop asking for updates.”

Sam’s concern is what finally allowed Danny to smile for the first time since he’d returned home and his parents had learned his secret. “Pull up the sheet first. And just to her and Tuck and Jazz, please. I don’t want your entire team to see me like this.”

“’Course,” agreed Kon. Without Kon moving at all, the sheet rose up out of the blankets at the base of the bed and covered him up to his neck. Kon then took out his phone and snapped a photo before tapping at the screen.

Immediately it started ringing in his hands.

“Are you up for talking to them?” asked Tim.

Danny shook his head. “Want to, can’t.”

Kon waved him off. “I’ll tell them what’s up. Eat something and get some sleep.” Kon turned away. As he left the room, Danny hear him answer the phone with a, “Hey, babe,” before he shut the door, muffling all noise.

“Yogurt, applesauce, or pudding?” asked Tim once they were alone.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes. And another vial of ectoplasm.”

Danny sighed and asked for the applesauce. He only managed a few bites alternated with sips of ectoplasm before darkness pulled him under once more.

---

A throbbing pain slowly dragged him out of the blackness. He tried to cling to unconsciousness, but the throbbing was inescapable. With a quiet moan, he blinked awake in a dark room. For once, he was able to think past the pain. It was a constant, throbbing presence, but not as all consuming as it had been.

The mattress he was lying on was soft. So, so different to the hard table that had been his bed for those long hours in the lab. He twisted his head and rotated his jaw, relieved when the action wasn’t hindered by harsh restraints.

He was in Gotham, out of their reach. Tim was here and he was safe.

He was safe from his parents. His parents had— had— Danny’s breath caught and he couldn’t finish the thought. He pulled in a gasping breath. The ball in the back of his throat made it so hard to breathe.

He’d just… never thought they’d actually do it. He’d been so sure that once they realized who he was, they’d hug him and continue to love him. He couldn’t hold back the sob, loud in the silent room. His eyes burned and he didn’t even try to stop the tears.

Next to him, on the floor, blankets rustled and Danny tensed.

“Danny?” asked a sleepy voice from the floor. Tim was here?

“Sorry,” choked out Danny through ragged breaths. He was safe. His parents hated him. Nothing would ever be the same again.

“Don’t be.” The mattress dipped next to him as Tim sat down. “It’d be weird if you didn’t have a few breakdowns.”

“What’s going to happen to them?” Danny tried to wrap his arms around himself, but cried out at even the light pressure on his chest.

Tim pushed aside the thin sheet he’d been covered in and grabbed one of his hands. Danny clung to him until the sharp pain faded. And when it did, his breathing was more normal. His core still ached at the thought of his parents, but the physical pain had helped chase away the panic attack. At least for now.

“What’s going to happen to them?” he asked again; this time his voice was more stable.

“They’ve been picked up by the Justice League. Tucker is helping with getting all their files transferred to document their history. Jazz and Sam have been giving reports on their behavior, lab and home safety measures, and their actions. Others have begun questioning the general public on Amity. There’s currently a few magic users there trying to determine if they can shut down the portal.”

Something in Danny screamed out at the idea of the portal being gone and he tensed. “No! They can’t shut it down! Please, you can’t. It’s— I— you can’t.”

“What? What are you talking about? We have to at least look for a way to shut it down!”

He was crying. Why was he crying. “You can’t,” Danny repeated. “If it’s gone…” he trailed off. Why did he feel so strongly about this? The portal had done nothing but cause him problems since it had turned on. “I died there. I died for it,” he whispered. Something in him knew it was important. His ghost half refused to accept that the portal could just disappear. “If it’s gone, if it can just be turned off, what was it all for?”

And even that wasn’t the full story. The portal was his parents’ life work. It was the thing they spent time working on. It was what stole them away from Danny and Jazz. They missed Jazz’s recitals to work on it. They missed Danny’s science fairs. Every forgotten dinner or event could be tied back to that portal. And if it was gone, what was the point of it all?

Tim sighed and squeezed his hand. “We can’t just leave it open, Danny. It’s not safe.”

“I can design a door. A better one. One that actually works. Just… Leave it. Please. I can make it safe.”

Tim bit his lip and stared at Danny for a minute. “I’ll let them know it’s an option. I don’t know if they’ll go for it. Constantine is not happy with it existing. But I’ll see what I can do.”

Danny’s shoulders slumped in relief. “Thank you.”

Tim gave a half smile. “What are friends for? Now, think you’re up for something to eat? What do you want?”

Danny groaned. “Don’t wanna.”

Tim ruffled his hair. “Sorry, Polaris. Non-negotiable.”

“Chocolate pudding?” asked Danny.

“Sure. We can—”

Before Tim finished, a knock sounded on the door. “Someone ask for chocolate pudding?” called out Kon.

Tim laughed. “Come on in!” Without delay, the door opened and Kon walked in. It shut on its own behind him.

Even Danny couldn’t hold back the smile. He really had some great friends. “Spying on me, are you?” he asked.

“Not my fault you were talking so loud. Woke me up and everything!”

Danny, very maturely, stuck out his tongue. The grief he felt over his parents was hiding, ready to rear up again at any minute, but for now he had two friends with him. He would focus on that.

For the first time, Danny ate the entire pudding container and drank an entire vial of ectoplasm and wasn’t ready to pass out when he was done.

“Can we put on a movie or something? I don’t want to sit in the dark and quiet right now,” said Danny.

“’Course, Polaris,” said Tim. “What do you want to watch?”

“Kon, where’d we leave off in your movie list?” asked Danny.

But Kon held up his hands and shook his head. “I’m definitely going to fall asleep halfway through if we’re watching a movie. Pick whatever you want and don’t bring me into it.”

Danny pouted at him, but didn’t push. Kon hadn’t spent the last however many days sleeping. So he squeezed Tim’s hand and asked, “Then how about we put on some Star Trek? Short episodes and if we fall asleep, we’ve already seen them.”

Tim’s teeth were bright in the dark as he grinned. “I can definitely arrange that. You just lie there and keep looking pretty and I’ll pull it up. TOS or TNG?”

“What the hell does that mean?” asked Kon.

Both Danny and Tim ignored him. “I’m far from pretty,” retorted Danny. At Tim’s look, he rolled his eyes and said, “TOS.”

“Coming right up!”

Mounted to the wall facing the foot of the bed was a TV, smaller than the one in the living room, but still bigger than the one he had in his living room back home. Within minutes the opening, “Space, the final frontier,” rang through the room.

“Sorry, bit loud,” said Tim before adjusting it down a touch.

Danny didn’t bother replying as the episode started. Then Tim handed over a water bottle and settled back on the floor.

“What are you doing down there?” asked Danny.

“Getting comfortable? Where else would I go?”

Danny rolled his eyes, not that anyone could see. “This bed is huge. Sit next to me.”

“Won’t that jostle you?”

“Kon, move me over closer to the edge. Then you and Tim can join me.”

Kon laughed. “I think I’m going to go back to bed. I’m a morning person, unlike you two. But sure, I’ll move you to make room for Tim.”

Danny grit his teeth as Kon put his hands under his shoulders. Then he was wrapped in the strange sensation of TTK and his entire body was picked up and moved closer to the edge of the bed. Even as gentle as he was, pain radiated at the movement.

Danny clenched his eyes shut and stopped breathing until it passed. When it did, he slowly blinked open his eyes until the black spots faded and patted the bed next to him. “Get in, Secrets.”

“Are you sure?”

Danny glared and Tim grinned sheepishly as did as instructed.

But then he still tried to leave too much space. “Get closer.”

Tim grumbled under his breath, but shifted over a few more inches. He was sitting more upright than Danny was, but it was fine. Danny leaned his head against Tim’s side and finally let himself pay attention to the episode.

Next to him, Tim stiffened, but then relaxed and rested a hand on Danny’s head. “I’m glad you’re here, Polaris.”

Danny just hummed and let the show and Tim’s warmth help chase away the panic and grief he could still feel waiting for him.

---

Within two days, Danny was mostly able to sit upright. Frostbite’s medicines really were miraculous. Though he wished he could go to the Far Frozen and get stuck in a pod unconscious for a few hours and wake up fully healed.

He was video chatting with Ellie on the PDA Tucker had left him, complaining about being confined to bed.

She grimaced in sympathy. “I hate being stuck in one place.”

Danny laughed, then winced. “Trust me, gremlin, we know. You can’t even stay in the same city for more than a week.”

Ellie frowned and looked off to the side.

“What’s wrong?”

“What if—” she cut herself off and bit on her lip. Danny let her collect her thoughts. “I’ve been thinking of joining you. In Gotham.”

“What?” Danny was pretty sure his mouth was hanging open. Ellie had never expressed an interest in coming to stay with him before, instead prioritizing her travels through both Earth and the Realms. “You want to come here?”

She frowned and glared at him. “You told me Superboy is there! And he’s a clone, too. I want to meet him.” Then she looked away. More quietly, she added, “’Sides, who’s gonna be able to keep your ass safe from ghosts if someone decides to attack while you’re injured? You certainly can’t protect yourself right now.”

For the first time since his parents captured him, Danny felt his core trill in happiness. She cared about him. “Of course you can come. I know Kon’s been hoping to meet you one of these days, too.”

She grinned widely at him. “Great.” She spun her PDA around and showed off the aerial view of a city. When she turned it back, she paused on the gargoyle she was sitting next to. “Because I’m already here. How do I find you?”

Danny’s mouth was hanging open again. “You— Ellie!” But he was grinning and holding back laughter, too. “I have no idea. Let me call in Kon and Tim. Maybe one of them can direct you.”

He didn’t even have to call for them before Kon was pushing open his door. “You need us?” he asked.

“Ellie wants to visit. Can one of you tell her how to get here?”

“Sure,” said Tim. “Where is she?”

Danny shrugged and held out the PDA. “Somewhere in the city. But I don’t know where.”

Tim blinked at him for a moment before shrugging and taking the device. “Well that makes it easier.” He looked down at the screen. “Hey, Ellie.”

“Oh my god, you’re Superboy! Huge fan,” she exclaimed. Kon had shoved himself next to Tim so he could see her.

He grinned. “I’m a huge fan of you, too. Sam’s told me some stories.”

“Glad you’re not dead anymore.”

Danny smacked his face when he heard her say that. Tim froze, wearing a fixed smile that Danny could see right through.

“Just tell them where you are,” said Danny as loud as he could.

“I’m getting there!” protested Ellie.

Kon burst out laughing. “I like you, Ellie.”

Danny couldn’t quite make out her reply, but it was enough to get Tim back into the conversation. “Turn invisible and fly down to the street. Show me the nearest street sign, okay? And then I’ll help you get here.”

“Or I could just fly out and meet her and bring her myself,” offered Kon.

“Yes!” cried Ellie. “That!”

Tim shrugged. “Just show us the nearest street sign, okay? I’ll figure out a good landmark for Kon to meet you at.”

Danny let his mind drift as they discussed potential meeting spots. Not even ten minutes later, Kon left.

Tim ran his hands through his hair and returned the PDA to Danny. “They should be back within twenty minutes. Anything we should get ready for Ellie?”

Danny shrugged. “No idea when the last time she ate would’ve been. Couldn’t hurt to have something ready.”

“Fine. I’ll blend you a smoothie and put a pizza in the oven. And set up the couch for her to sleep on.”

“Thanks, Secrets.”

“’Course, Polaris. Need anything before I go?”

Danny waved him off. “I’m good.”

Once he was alone, he pulled up the group chat with Sam, Tucker, and Jazz.

Danny: Ellie’s come to gotham Jazz: Oh good! She arrived. How’s she doing? Danny: You knew she was on her way? And didn’t tell me Danny: Betrayal! Danny: She and Kon haven’t made it to the apartment yet. He just left to find her Sam: Oh good. Have Ellie talk to him about the benefits of stealing child support from an unethical creator Tucker: I’m sure both Tim and I will be *thrilled* to help him out Danny: He’s not stealing his child support? Sam: Nope. He’s an idiot about it. Danny: We gotta fix that Jazz: Tell us when she’s there! Jazz: Have Tim or Kon send a picture of the two of you Danny: Really? I’m still bed bound! Jazz: Picture. Jazz: It’s an order.

Danny groaned, but he was grinning through it. His friends were the best. He closed out of the chat and pulled up a game to kill time until Ellie got there.

He only made it through a level and a half before he heard a squealed, “Danny!” and running footsteps.

Ellie came to an abrupt stop at the side of his bed. Her hoodie had a few new patches since the last time he saw her, and she was frowning as she looked him over. “Are you really going to be okay?”

Danny held out an arm. “Come here, gremlin.”

She hesitated, but when he didn’t say anything else, she climbed into bed with him and Danny wrapped his arm around her in a gentle hug. He wished he could hug her tighter, but this would have to do.

“I’ll recover. Promise. I’m already doing better.”

“This is you doing better?” sniffed Ellie.

Danny winced. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. “I know. It’s a lot. Feels like a lot to me, too. But I’m okay. Or I will be.”

She sniffed and turned her face into his shoulder. Her voice was so soft he could barely hear it. “I can’t lose any more brothers.”

Danny’s eyes burned at that and he patted her shoulder. “I’m safe now. I promise. You’re not gonna lose me.” He wiped away his own tears as she shook under his arm. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and wished things had been different in so many ways.

-----

A wild Danielle appeared! I've been waiting to introduce her. Next big introduction will be some of Tim's siblings.

Honestly, there's a few things I was excited about introducing this segment! Can you guess the other big reveal I've been sitting on?

I'm going to wait to write any more of Arc 3 until I get all of Arc 2 on AO3. I've ended up rewriting more than I planned on, so editing is taking longer than I expected. Also the wrist. That hindered things a bit, too.

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[rafedaddy01]

A/N: number 2 for this

“I just don’t understand why you’ve been so distant lately!” The two of you were out at the docks in the middle of the night.

“Rafe just drop it! I don’t wanna talk about this anymore” you turned around to leave but he tugged you back by your wrist.

He pulled you in closer and ground you with his hands on your hips.

“I’m sorry for getting angry. I just.. your my bestfriend y/n, if your upset with me I need to know why” his eyes looked so helpless and his voice was so soft spoken.

“I overheard you” you squeaked out.

Rafes brows furrowed in confusion.

“Last week. With topper..”

Rafes eyebrows raised in realization to what you were referring too.

Last week Rafe was hanging out with topper and kelce and you had showed up, but nobody had seen you and you overheard them talking about some party and how one of the girls got drugged. She made it home safe thanks to one of her friends but something that topper said made your insides twist, “she was asking for it” and Rafe and kelce just laughed.

Rafe knew that you’d been sexually abused in the past and it hurt to hear him just sit and laugh at someone who could have ended up like you.

“Y/n..” Rafe took a deep breath before his hands came up to your face, cupping your cheeks and staring at you with such intensity that it broke your heart. You felt so vulnerable in the moment, you couldn’t stop the tears from coming.

“I’m sorry” he pulled you into his chest as you let the tears flow. “I shouldn’t have laughed. Nothing about that was funny, I’m so sorry y/n” he hugged you tighter.

Once you had calmed down you pulled back and wiped your cheeks.

“I’m sorry for pushing you away. I should have talked to you about it, I just didn’t know how to bring it up” you looked up as him and he smiled.

“It’s okay, princess” he kissed your forehead and the atmosphere immediately shifted.

You looked between his eyes and his lips, suddenly getting to urge to know what he tasted like.

Rafe had the same thoughts as he look at you lovingly.

His hand snaked down to your waist, while the other gripped the side of you face.

“I never want to hurt you again, y/n” his lips brushed yours and you knew you should have pulled back, but you wanted it too bad.

You closed the distance as your lips touched. A wave of electricity flowed between the two of you and time had physically slowed.

You let yourself melt into his arms as he hoisted you up and your legs wrapped around his waist.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth and you opened wider to give him more room.

He carried you until you reached a metal table and he placed you atop it while he moved his lips down your neck.

“Is this okay?” His breath fanned your skin and you erupted with goosebumps.

“Yes” you swallowed as he sucked marks into your skin.

A moan escaped your lips as Rafe came face to face with you again.

“If you wanna stop just say so” you nodded and he pressed a soft kiss to your lips before untying your sweatpants and pulling them down along with your panties.

You did the same to his, until his cock was probing your entrance.

He slowly pushed in as your hands flew around his neck for stability.

He pulled out until just his tip was inside and pushed all the way back in.

Your nails dug into the back of his neck.

Rafe was big. The sting of pain lasted for only a minute before it turned to pleasure and you were moaning his name.

“Faster! Please” you said breathlessly

Rafe picked up the speed as he fucked into you at a relentless speed.

It all happened so fast.

The argument, the making up, the making out, the sex..

You knew this would make things difficult between the two of you, but you didn’t care as your high was approaching.

“Rafe!”

“That’s it baby, squeezing me so tight! Fuck! Cum f’me” he kissed your neck as you gripped his shoulders and let your orgasm wash over you.

Rafe followed shortly after. Releasing deep inside of you.

You two stayed connected for a moment, catching your breaths.

“I love you” Rafe said as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“I love you too” you said smiling.

“No y/n. I’m in love with you, I have been since the first time I set eyes on you” his blue irises pierced into yours.

Your heart started beating faster as he was still buried inside you but his words were far more intimate than what you two just did.

“Rafe I-“ he interrupted you with a kiss.

“You don’t have to say anything now. I just needed you to know”

@f4ll-for-you @v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings @sevenwivesofrafecameron @rxfecameronsslut @findapenny @r1vrsefx @spencerreidsrealgf @rafescokenostril @thievin-stealing

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[justwritedreams]

Can I live in your embrace? | Wooyoung

Wooyoung x Reader Word count: 977 Genre: fluff, little angst Author: maari Warnings: Reader feeling sad, mention of fight with parents and Wooyoung being an completely angel that's a warning? yes Note: It's been a shitty week so I made this one for me again 😭😭 Summary: How good would it be if you lived in Wooyoung's embrace?

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"You had to see his face when he put the pepper on his nose." Wooyoung laughed loudly. "He had a burning nose for 3 days."

Y/N smiled briefly in a very dejected way with both hands resting on her face as she stared into space, she was listening to everything he was saying and even though that story about San accidentally putting the pepper in his nose while he was wiping his face after picking the pepper was very funny, she wasn't laughing like Wooyoung imagined her to be.

"Hey." he stared at her suspiciously. "Did something happen? You didn't even eat properly."

Y/N looked at her almost untouched plate and twisted her mouth without knowing what to say, in fact she wasn't even hungry and the food he had made looked delicious.

But she didn't have the energy for anything, she was upset, tired… "Babe." He grabbed one of her wrists, making her lower her hand so he could stroke her skin. "What happened?"

Her eyes will fill with tears that only didn't fall because she held them back. She didn't want to remember because she was still very hurt but she knew that not saying anything would make her feel worse.

"Can we go to your room?" she asked softly, they could hear the TV on in the living room and the last thing she wanted was to disturb his friends. "I'll tell you everything there." she promised when she saw him narrow his eyes, visibly worried.

"Okay. Come on." He got up from the kitchen stool and intertwined his fingers with hers, bringing her with him.

Once in his room, Y/N threw herself on the bed as soon as she let go of his hand and saw him standing in front of the bed, watching her. "You know how much I hate fighting with my parents, especially my mom." she spoke quietly, hugging a pillow as Wooyoung walked over to sit next to her.

"You don't usually do this often. Why did you fight?"

"It was so stupid. I just said she needed to stop hyper valuing everything my sister does like it was a Nobel Prize."

Wooyoung sighed.

Y/N had a great relationship with her parents, but with her sister it wasn't so good. The two had very different opinions and personalities, they constantly argued.

"You know, my sister is spoiled, dramatic, dependent, loose... If I stay here listing her flaws, that's all it will be." she huffed, irritated. "But it seems like every time I tell my mom to set limits with her, we always fight."

"Then you don't have to talk about her." He shrugged and lay down next to her, facing her. "Sometimes the more you talk, the less your mother will do."

Y/N frowned.

"You mean she needs to see what I see for herself, with her own eyes." she guessed and he hummed. "You'll just wear yourself out for nothing, because it'll look like you're picking on your sister."

Y/N pondered, she agreed even though she didn't like seeing her mother's situation. She could help, if they wanted her help.

"Come on." He placed his hands on either side of her face, making her look at him. "Undo that pout or else I'll have to kiss you."

The corners of her lips rose slightly and she pretended an even sadder pout, making Wooyoung laugh and bring her face closer, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

As soon as he moved away from her, stroking her nose with his own, she brought her hand to his wrist, which was still holding her.

"I love you, you know?" she spoke softly, opening her eyes and seeing that Wooyoung still had his closed, smiling widely and convinced.

"Who doesn't love me?"

She rolled her eyes and snuggled into his arms, wrapping her arms around his back in a tight hug. Wooyoung took the opportunity to hold her tightly around the waist, practically crushing her against his chest but she didn't care.

This was exactly what she needed, his arms around her, the warmth of his body surrounding her like a protective shield, as if he could take all the sadness and pain from her chest. And in fact, not only could he but he was taking away all her bad feelings.

There was no other place she would rather be.

Y/N closed her eyes tightly, forgetting everything, and pressed her face into the back of his head while their legs intertwined.

She had no idea how much she needed that hug until she was there.

"What is this-" he said, confused when he felt something wet on the back of his neck and pulled his face away enough to look at Y/N. "Are you crying?" She shook her head although it was completely unnecessary as a trail of tears ran down her face and Wooyoung looked at her in surprise. "Angel." he whispered and she sniffled, fighting back tears.

To make the position a little more comfortable, without breaking the hug, he brought Y/N to his chest while placing his own back on the mattress.

This made her grab him by the shoulders and waist with her legs, exactly like a sloth while not knowing what to say, he just calmly stroked her hair. "I wish I could live in that embrace." she said, against his chest.

Wooyoung laughed.

"You don't need to live in my embrace." he replied and moved the hand that was stroking her hair to the back of her head, making her look at him. "You already live in my heart anyway."

She smiled shyly.

"You're so corny." she shook her head, feeling her cheeks heat up. "I loved."

Wooyoung kissed the top of her head and hugged her even tighter.

"Don't tell anyone. It's our secret."

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[webslingingslasher]

Hi Mm this is socks lmao, but could I request something with reader having a horrible day where everything goes wrong, nothing feels right, and she's tired of like carrying the world and everyone one else on her back and Peter is just the sweetest guy ever babying her and hold her while she cries? Yep that's me, but with no Peter

sowwy it took so long, i had a few requests for this and put them all in one giant pot. i also hope everyone here is feeling better ❤️

Totally broken, you just needed someone to hold you. 

It had been an awful day of an awful week of an awful month. Punch after punch, you couldn’t take anymore. Holding yourself the entire walk to the frat house, only allowing yourself to sniffle and keep a steady flow of tears, nothing too hysterical to pass in public. 

Almost tripping over a curb you choke back a sob, all you could do was manually breathe and think of the path to the house. You weren’t even sure why you wanted to go there anyways, you’d never gone to Peter before all upset and choked up. 

And knowing him, he’d hate it and send you away informing you that taking care of your crying mess wasn’t in his job description. 

Focusing on breathing, you knocked at the solid door and prayed Peter would answer, save for any of his brothers mid breakdown. But, like most of today and this week, things did not go in your favor. 

“Trouble?”

He wasn’t your boy. 

“Is Peter here?” shoddy breaths, you’re about to collapse in a sob, you shouldn’t be here. “Actually, nevermind, I’m,” you inhale sharply, tears skip down your cheeks, “I’m, um, gonna go home.” 

Spinning on your heel a warm hand closed around your wrist tugging you inside, “no, you’re not. Parker would fucking kill me if I let you leave like this.” Wiping your cheeks and trying to pull away, “he wouldn’t want to deal with me, I should…” shaking his arm off and trying to make a dash before he caught you by the hood of your jacket. 

Gagging you pull at the neckline, “what the fuck, Ethan?” 

“Parker!” He calls up the stairs, adrenaline killing your tears, trying to pull away but useless in his grip. Jerking the fabric, trying to release it from his hold, “let go, Ethan!” 

“Parker!” Wincing at the shriek in your ear, “see? He doesn’t care, I sho-” 

Your shoes squeak on the floor, holding your jacket as far as you could from your neck when Ethan dragged you across the landing of the house, fumbling into his chest to stop the tension. He was being anything but gentle, raising his fist to pound at the wall. 

“Parker! Get the fuck down here!” 

While trying your last attempt to break free, Ethan twists the hood in his hold, causing you to pause in an awkward position, if you moved you’d be choked. “Ethan, I swear to fucking god I’ll-” 

“Park-” 

Stomps on the stairs.

“Say my fucking name one more time, Keznek, I fucking dare you.” 

Like a deer in headlights, you freeze. The second Peter hits the landing his frustration was washed into concern, not even caring his brother and best friend was watching, pouting all soft. You weren't crying anymore but the evidence showed, written all over your face was a cry session.

“My baby,” feathersoft, his words scooped you up and held you. Ethan’s hand dropped the second Peter took a second step, abandoning post and taking the stairs two steps at a time. Standing in front of you, his thumbs run under your eyes, “why’s my girl so sad, hm?” 

Suddenly, that lump in your throat you’ve been swallowing won’t stay down. Blinking fast trying to stop tears, which fails useless as your bottom lip trembles and he’s being so soft and he’s never been this comforting before. A sob escapes, the dam breaks. 

Peter’s never seen you cry before, you’ve called him once before while upset and he thought that hurt him. Watching you cry and desperate for air makes him break, he’s never had a girl come to him so broken. He doesn’t even know what to do or say, “give me a cuddle, c’mon, I know how happy that makes you!” 

Instantly you’re wound around him, exhaling shaky breaths in his chest while he scratches slowly at your back. Tears bleed through his shirt but he doesn’t say a word, he thinks he might be making it worse because you’re getting worse. 

Racking breaths made him push you away, he was genuinely scared you’d pass out. 

“Okay, c’mon. Take a breath and follow me, okay?” Choking as you gasp, his hand holds yours tight until you reach a room off the kitchen, Peter sits on the edge of a couch and holds your hands. “Deep breath, baby.” You try to do it but fail, whimpering an apology. “I’m not asking you to stop crying, I just need you to breathe.” 

It’s weak but he takes it, “one more for me,” it’s smoother this time, rubbing at an eye to clear your vision. Gulping, you force yourself to take another deep breath, this one ceasing the tears for the moment. 

Peter pushes himself backwards to sit on the couch, patting the small spot next to him you follow the command. Your butt in the small space, legs thrown over his lap. “You almost knocked yourself out, trouble.” 

He’s trying to lighten the mood but you just feel vulnerable and sad, resting your cheek on his shoulder you sniff. Voice breaking at the words, “I’m really sad, petey.” And fuck, he hates that nickname, but the way you uttered it, like a child with a terrible confession, made him want to hold you and never let you leave. 

Hands tickle up and down your legs, “wanna tell me why?” 

Blowing a shaky breath you shug, a tear falls when you blink. 

“I mean, everything?” To Peter, it sounds like you’re holding back and he won’t stand for it, not until he knows what made his girl cry like that. 

“I’m here for you to unload, I’m trying to take that,” he gestures to your body, “and put it here,” crumpling the tension into a ball and forcing it into his heart. 

“I failed my math test, I was fired from the campus store, Zoe and Lana are fighting and they want me to pick a side but I know they’ll get over it and then I’ll always be the asshole that chose a side, and to top it all off my sister called me and I felt like it was my job to give relationship advice cause,” you give a dry laugh, “obviously, I’m in the right position to tell people about their shit boyfriend.” 

A shit sandwich, you were right. Everything was wrong. 

“What can I do for you?” 

Because he feels helpless, but he’s done more than enough already. 

“Just… hold me.” 

“I can do that.” 

And he does, even a little longer after you said you were finally okay. 

#peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm! peter parker x reader #my writing #frat!peter

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Closed Position: Week 3 (Cha Cha Part 1)

Closed Position Masterlist ||| Main Masterlist Dieter Bravo x OFC (Katarina)

Series Summary: Dieter Bravo, now sober, was looking to change his bad boy image after hitting rock bottom. His team hoped that having him join the nationally televised family friendly dance competition, Dancing with the Stars, would be a good first step, if they can keep him out of trouble. 

Katarina Stamos expected her last season as a professional dancer on the show to go the same as it had for the past thirteen seasons. That all changed when she was partnered with the infamous Dieter Bravo. 

Dieter and Katarina are reluctantly thrown into their partnership and must learn to work together to succeed in the competition. In the process they form a deeper connection beyond the dance floor that neither anticipated.

Chapter Word Count: 9.9k

👉 Warnings: Themes dealing with intimate partner violence, past alcohol abuse, and past drug abuse. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn. Read at your own risk. Dieter Bravo comes with his own warnings. 👉 Chapter Warnings: Intimate partner violence, mentions of blood and injury.

Chapter Quote: “Bravo…that’s almost obscene.”

Katarina's POV

The last few days had been a lot. Alec seemed to be getting more possessive over me when Dieter was around. It was causing an uneasiness to creep in, and I didn’t really know how to handle it. I was beginning to get a sense that it was eventually going to build up to something bad if he didn’t tone it down. I hated it. It made me feel like I had to filter things or behave in a certain way when it came to Dieter. 

I found myself wanting to protect Dieter from any negativity that might be thrust upon him. That urge became clearer to me while we were waiting for our spray tans. One of the PAs had made a nasty comment to him about his past that was completely unnecessary. Dieter took it all in stride and was nice about it even though he had every right not to be. I nearly said something to the girl, but Alec stopped me, grabbing my wrist and squeezing tightly as a warning to stay out of it. He had to make matters worse by laughing at the interaction. I actually felt ashamed to be associated with him at that moment. It was clear that the comment had upset Dieter. I could see the hurt etched on his face. I wanted to check in with him and make sure he was ok, but Alec stepped between us, blocking me from going to him. He did it casually, but I knew he was doing it on purpose. 

Luckily, we were soon interrupted by staff calling us in for our spray tans, giving me an opportunity to think through the incident without Alec being in my face. The only thought I could focus on was finding Dieter to check on him. As soon as I was finished, I hurried back to my dressing room to change, then went to Dieter’s. I felt relief washing over me when I heard his voice through the door telling me to come in. I took a quick look around to make sure Alec wasn’t lurking before I entered and closed the door behind me. 

I wasn’t expecting the sight that greeted me. Dieter was sitting in the chair in front of the vanity, wearing only his robe and black boxer briefs. The robe was hanging open at his sides as he sat slouched against the backrest of the seat with his legs spread wide. The way he was slouching had the robe hanging open completely. I could see all of him. As if his toned chest and soft tummy wasn’t already haunting my thoughts, I could now add his thick thighs and generously sized bulge to the visuals. I found myself having the sudden urge to stand between his open legs and straddle his hips. 

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Dieter apologizing and tying the robe shut. I could feel my face heating, realizing he probably noticed that I was basically salivating over him. I managed to pull my thoughts together enough to remember why I was there and asked him if he was ok. He seemed unphased by it now, but I knew it bothered him. I knew he didn’t like to show when he was upset. It wasn’t the first time I had witnessed him brushing things off like they were not that big of a deal. I ended up letting it go, not wanting to pry. He knew I was there for him if he wanted to talk about it. 

I changed the subject by asking him about his feelings regarding our upcoming performance. Something shifted between us then. As his brown eyes stared into mine, an odd tension formed, tugging me toward him. I wanted to feel his warm skin, to run my fingers through his messy curls while taking his pillowy bottom lip between mine. I needed to get out of the room. I soon said my goodbyes, then he stunned me by asking if I was going with Alec. Butterflies formed in my stomach over the question. He seemed pleased when I said I was going home, alone. The thought that he cared excited me more than it should have. 

I chastised myself the whole drive home. I needed to get these thoughts out of my head. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair to Alec, especially since I was still punishing him over his past behaviors. What I was doing wasn’t much better. Then again, they were just thoughts. I hadn’t actually acted on them like he had. I could control myself and be loyal to him, even if he didn’t do the same for me. 

When I received the ‘thank you’ text from Dieter later that evening, my heart broke for him a little. I knew it probably took a lot for him to send me that message and I hated that he felt like he didn’t have many people in his corner. I had to reword my reply several times, suddenly feeling the need to establish a boundary. It was more for me than anything. It was necessary, but I would be lying if I said it didn’t break me a little. That one word, friend, said so many things without saying anything at all, and they all felt like lies. 

Monday morning, I managed to get myself together and focus on the performance. I was in competition mode, arriving early to speak with the band and lighting teams before any of the other couples. Dieter arrived soon after I did. I could tell he was nervous, and I did what I could to help alleviate his anxiety. I made sure to talk him through everything that was happening and let him know what to expect. During our first run through, I was quick to throw out some verbal cues, realizing that the band’s version of the song was messing him up a little. However, once he picked it up, he was good to go.

The rest of the morning might as well have been an out of body experience. It went by so fast it almost didn’t seem real. Dieter and I did have a moment during our final fittings. I ended up telling him about my arthritis issues, reasoning that he probably needed to know anyway. I knew it would inevitably become a problem the longer we stayed in the competition. It would be an obstacle that we would have to overcome together if we wanted to make it to the end. I felt the need to thank him for trusting my abilities and for trusting me with his sobriety. His confidence in me really did mean a lot, probably more than he realized.  

At some point in the day, I noticed Anika eyeing Dieter. She was becoming more obvious about it as the day went on. Anika was known for doing the bidding of the producers, so I was always wary of her intentions. I didn’t trust the girl. The fact that she was infamous for partying gave me all sorts of red flags. I was worried she would try to pull Dieter into something that would result in a tabloid frenzy and ultimately threaten his sobriety. I felt the need to warn Dieter about her, but he seemed to already be aware of her partying ways. It made my stomach flutter a little to know that he wasn’t interested, even though she was completely gorgeous. 

I was surprised when Dieter went into details about his dating life and how forthcoming he was about his history. I could feel my heart clenching in my chest as he told me that he never had a real relationship - always feeling like he was being used for gains which made it hard for him to trust anyone. Yet, he trusted me. I could feel the weight of his trust bearing down on me at that moment. I never wanted to let him down - whether it be as a friend or otherwise. 

Once showtime finally rolled around, I could tell that Dieter was still nervous when I left him for the group performance. So, I made a point to grab my phone before I went to meet back up with him in the staging area. I had a feeling he would appreciate some hype music. I wanted to help him loosen up so he could enjoy the experience. It seemed to work like a charm as he joined in with me, moving to the beat of the song. 

We were all smiles as we took our places on the dance floor, buzzing from excitement and the energy in the room. I’m not sure what happened once the music started. The chemistry between us sparked and was unlike anything I had ever felt. It had never been like that with Alec, and at one time, I didn’t think anything could beat the high I used to get with him. However, Dieter was somehow exceeding it. His eyes had turned into dark pools of emotion that I could have gotten lost in if given the chance. Feeling his hands on the bare skin of my back had me burning for more. I didn’t want him to ever stop touching me. It was a craving that couldn’t be satiated in its current form. I could have done this with him all night, but it came to an end all too quickly. 

I could still feel the ghost of his fingertips on my back as we waited for our scores. It took everything in me to put that feeling out of my consciousness. I don’t think I heard half of what he said during the interview. All I could focus on was the heat of his hand in mind - wondering what those hands would feel like roaming other parts of my body. I finally snapped back to reality once they got ready to announce our scores. 

I knew we had done well, but I was shocked over the numbers. I had never scored that high since joining the cast. It was a testament to how amazing Dieter was and the strong connection we were already forming. I knew the connection would only get stronger from here, which was concerning. I knew I needed to get my attraction to him under control before it got out of hand. 

My thoughts shifted again after Alec’s performance. He and Lana clearly had a strong connection too. It was hard for me to not imagine the worst, but I really had no reason to. Yet, anyway. I was a little concerned that they seemed to be our biggest rivals and silently hoped it wasn’t going to cause more tension between Alec and me. We weren’t usually competitive. Then again, I had never been placed with a partner that was able to be. It would create a new dynamic for sure and probably only fuel his dislike of Dieter to another level. 

Dieter seemed to be in good spirits when he arrived for our Tuesday morning production meeting with Stacia and Joe. He entered the lobby with a glowing smile on his face and a coffee in each hand, passing one to me as he sat in the seat beside me. I couldn’t help smiling back at him as I took in how his deep purple v-neck t-shirt hugged his arms and chest. His hair was messy, but somehow looked like it was styled that way. The soft looking texture of it was making my fingers twitch, begging to touch the silky waves. After realizing I had been staring without actually saying anything to him, I finally managed to squeak out, “How are you feeling after the first performance?” 

He laughed, “I was so amped up last night after I got home…I had trouble falling asleep. I still can’t believe our scores. This whole experience is just insane. I was really expecting to make a fool of myself”

His eyes were bright as he spoke, a childlike excitement clear on his face. He’s too fucking adorable. I chuckled, “I admit, I was pretty amped up too. I’ve never had scores that good the first round…or ever, actually. I’m just afraid of what that means for us going forward in these meetings. You know they’re definitely gonna have an agenda now.”  

Dieter raised his brows, inhaling deeply before he responded, “Yeah…well, let them. Doesn’t mean we have to play into it. As long as we stay on the same page, I don’t think it’ll be that big of an issue.” 

I pursed my lips and nodded as one of the PA’s came out to say they were ready for us. Dieter followed behind me into the conference room. I felt his hand on my lower back as I nearly bumped into him in my attempt to get the chair to scoot out from under the table so I could sit. I glanced up at him with a small smile and apologized. He reached down and gave the chair a yank to get it to scoot out for me. Stacia and Joe watched us as we got settled, silently exchanging glances with each other. Once we were finally situated across the table from them, Stacia gave us a bright smile before she spoke, “Well, it looks like you two are the stars of the show this season. The fans are buzzing on social media.” Her eyes focused on Dieter, “It seems you're a favorite with the ladies…for several reasons. We might have to play that up a little.” 

Dieter’s brows furrowed, “Do I even wanna know what that means?” 

Joe chuckled as Stacia leaned forward with an amused look, “You know…turn up the sex appeal. More open buttons, maybe some sheer tops.” 

Dieter rolled his eyes and huffed out a sarcastic, “Yeah…ok.”

Joe was looking at me now, “Kat, it seems you were a stand out in the group performances too. Everyone was talking about how you stole the show. We may have to put a little more focus on you since that’s what the people want.”

I could feel my eyebrows raise up to my hairline. What the fuck is this? I didn’t even bother to respond. I glanced over at Dieter, who was staring across the table with a smug look on his face, which I found to be odd. I turned back to Stacia and Joe just in time to catch them eyeing each other for a moment before either of them spoke again. I could feel Dieter’s leg bumping against mine under the table. He cut his eyes toward me briefly, pursing his lips. I gave him a look that said, “Yeah, I caught it too” before my focus shifted back to them. They looked like they were trying to decide who should breach the next subject. It was finally Stacia who broke the silence, “So, another hot topic was the chemistry between you two. Honestly, it surprised the hell out of us…I most definitely didn’t see it coming, buuut you two are amazing together.”

I glanced over at Dieter, his eyes were narrowed as he glared at Stacia. Geez he looks pissed. It was my turn to bump his leg. It gave him a start, but he got the hint and diverted his gaze, suddenly interested in his fingernails. I stared at Stacia with a neutral expression, waiting for her to get to the point. When we didn’t say anything, her confidence seemed to falter. 

“Given that…perhaps you two could play it up for the cameras a bit. Especially during rehearsal filming. You’ve both been pretty tame so far.” She added.

I furrowed my brows, “Tame? What, you want us to be dancing monkeys? You know good and well I’m not doing that. We answer your questions, and we practice dancing. I don’t know what more you could possibly want.” 

Joe leaned forward on his elbow, “Less focus and more passion…maybe a little flirting.” 

I let out a sarcastic laugh, “That’s not gonna happen and you know why. Besides, it’s not like that with us. We’ve become close, yes…but as friends. Why can’t you just portray it as it is?” 

Joe sighed, “Ok, maybe flirty was the wrong word…we can work with a buddy thing. Maybe have more fun while you do it? Just stop being so damn serious.” 

Dieter smacked his hand down on the table, startling all of us. “You’ll get what you get. We’re taking this competition seriously. We don’t have rehearsal time to waste on your foolishness…I’m not gonna fake shit for your ratings and I'm not putting Kat in that position.”

Ok, so this is new, and I didn’t need to witness it because angry Dieter is fucking hot. My thighs involuntarily clenched together. I just stared at him, my mouth hanging open slightly. Based on the silent room, I had a feeling the other two were just as shocked as I was.

Dieter suddenly looked unsure of himself as he glanced over at my stunned face. We need to stick together on this. I peeled my eyes away from him to look at Stacia and Joe. I cleared my throat, “I agree with him. You’ll get what you get…but I will try to relax some while we’re filming. I do want them to stop asking us stupid questions though. You know the ones I’m referring to. It puts me in a bad mood.” Dieter pointed at me, nodding in agreement. 

Stacia glared at me as Joe nodded. She knew she was going to have to let the whirlwind romance story go because we were not falling for it. She finally sighed and relented, “Fine, I’ll tell them to change their line of questioning…let things play out however they play out.” She rolled her eyes, opening her binder to sift through it, pulling out the mock ups for this week's costumes and sliding them over to us. “Anyway, here’s your costume sketches. We have you scheduled for the Cha Cha to She Bangs. You’ll be filming on Thursday again this week.” Great…getting into the Latin dances already. I glanced down at our costumes. Mine was a standard Latin style dress - short, low back, red, and lots of fringe. Dieter would have a fitted matching red suit with a dark zebra print shirt underneath. It gave off sort of a 70’s vibe. 

Dieter glanced at me with questioning eyes. I shrugged, “I’m good with it.”  Dieter nodded, “Me too.” 

We sat in silence for a moment. It seemed like they didn’t have anything else to say. Dieter glanced between the three of us, “Are we done here?” 

Stacia smirked, “Yeah, unless there’s anything else we need to discuss.” Why do I feel like she’s waiting for something? Dieter and I both shook our heads. He looked just as perplexed by her question as I was. 

We shuffled out of the conference room in silence, neither of us saying anything until we were in the parking lot. He suddenly stopped and turned toward me, “The audacity of those people. I can’t believe they just asked us to do that. That’s putting you in a terrible situation. I don’t like it.”

I snorted, “Doesn’t surprise me in the least. There’s no telling what else they’re up to. I don’t think they’ll let it go that easily.” 

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, nodding at my words, “I agree. I feel like there are shenanigans afoot with those two.”

I laughed loudly, “Shenanigans? Did you really just say shenanigans?” 

He feigned offense, “Yes, ma’am I did. What of it?” 

I chuckled, “That’s just a word I never thought I would hear out of Dieter Bravo’s mouth.” 

A cheesy smile spread across his face. He seemed pleased with himself. We stared at each other for a beat, which caused the heat to pool at my center. I cleared my throat, “Well…you ready for some lunch?” My voice sounded off, lower. I felt like he noticed. His eyebrow twitched slightly as he stared at my face with a smoldering look in his eye, then nodded. I felt like I wanted to combust. Get your shit together Kat. “You wanna try that Mexican place on Spring Street?” He asked.

My lip turned upward on one side, “Sure…I’ll follow you.” 

Lunch was interesting. Spending time with Dieter outside of rehearsals was definitely allowing things to evolve between us. I was getting to know him on another level. He spent at least fifteen minutes telling me about the different personalities of his plants. He talked about them like they were people, smiling shyly as he told me about his favorites. There was something incredibly endearing about it. I kept asking him questions just to keep him talking. My questions seemed to ignite an excitement in him, thrilled that I was showing interest in his hobby. The care and attention that he seemed to lavish on his plants was surprising to me. I was quickly finding that Dieter Bravo was nothing like I expected. He was sweet and attentive. There was a tenderness to him that sort of melted my heart.  

Before we knew it, it was time to leave for rehearsals. I was almost sad that our free time had to end. I felt an overwhelming need to know more about his personal life. To know him - his likes, his dislikes. Everything. He was my new favorite puzzle, and I was dying to fit all the pieces together. I found myself already longing for our next lunch outing.

Once we got to the studio, we both got changed before settling in to listen to our track and talk through our plans for the performance. Dieter sat quietly, listening to the lyrics a few times, finally speaking up to voice his thoughts.

“I think we should play up the lyrics a bit…not the surface level sex appeal of it. I think it’s a little deeper than that. The guy is clearly in love with this woman, she’s become his whole universe. He wants to be with her, but she’s blowing him off. So, there’s kind of a pining there. He’s gonna do everything he can to win her over. You know what I mean?” 

He rubbed at his lips and chin as he spoke, it was distracting, but his words still held my attention. Damn. Who knew Dieter Bravo could get deep with a Ricky Martin song? My brows arched, surprised by his analysis. My mouth also went a little dry realizing what it meant. 

“I think that’s a good evaluation. So…yeah…let’s play into that. You lavish me with love and affection, and I’ll be dismissive about it.” I wanted to disappear as soon as the words left my mouth. I cringed. Dieter stared at me with that cocky smirk of his as his left brow twitched upward slightly, “I think that’s exactly how we should do it.” 

I nodded slowly, “Ok…so, let’s go over the Cha Cha basics before we get too far into things. There are certain moves that we’ll want to incorporate that the judges will be looking for.”

Dieter followed me to the center of the dance floor. I could tell from his reflection in the mirrored wall that his eyes were on me the entire time. He had an intense look on his face as I turned to face him. His eyebrows arched as his gaze settled on my face. 

“So, the Cha Cha is a Latin style dance that originated from Cuba. The characteristics of the dance are fast, sharp, and crisp movements with a heel to toe lead. The heel to toe allows you to follow through with straight legs. Straightening and bending the knees is gonna give the Cuban movement the dance is known for. We’ve gotta be expressive with our full body and arms to pull it off correctly.” 

As I was explaining the movements, I went through the motions slowly, so that he could see what I was saying as I said it. I paused briefly to make sure he was following because he was starting to look a little overwhelmed, but he insisted he was good. I then went into showing him different types of hip movements and added the steps for cuban breaks, compact chassis, and New Yorkers. I had him go through the steps slowly afterward. He seemed to pick them up quickly, but his movements were a little rigid and still needed work. I figured it would come easier to him the more we got into it, especially when he was more relaxed and less fixated on how he was moving.

We threw ourselves into building the routine after that. Dieter seemed more unsure of himself as the morning went on. This wasn’t the Foxtrot. Latin dances by default had a sexual undertone and sensuality to them that I don’t think he was prepared for. 

“Ya know, you’re gonna have to touch me to do this correctly, right? I need to trust that you’re not gonna drop me. Stop hesitating”

“I guess I didn’t realize how intimate this was gonna be. I feel like I need to at least buy you dinner first or something.” He let out a low chuckle at himself, avoiding my gaze. I rolled my eyes and smirked at his flustered and embarrassed expression. He continued to surprise me. He really was nothing like the tabloids made him out to be. He’s much more of a gentleman than I would have guessed. 

I stared at him for a beat, momentarily distracted by the idea of a dinner date with him and the sweaty curls that were hanging down over his forehead before I could formulate my response. I briefly wondered how gentlemanly he was in bed…I shook my head slightly to clear it. Don’t go there Kat. I puffed air out of my cheeks before finally speaking. 

“You didn’t realize? Surely you realized…you’re gonna be touching my thighs, hips, ass, waist, and on occasion, there may be an accidental boob graze. You need to get over that fast or this isn’t gonna work. I promise, it’s not a problem unless you’re intentionally copping a feel.”

Who am I kidding? I’d probably let him. Dieter appeared to be more embarrassed by my words as his face turned pink. He nodded in understanding. His big brown eyes were rounded as we moved back to our starting position. He placed his hands lightly on my hips, clearly not taking my advice. I moved my hands to rest atop his and added pressure, indicating how tight his grip should be. Without letting go, I moved backwards, closer to his front because he was still standing too far away. I could feel his entire body stiffen slightly as his searing heat pressed into me from head to toe. My hands tingled where they were connected with his. It was at that moment that I realized being paired with this man was potentially going to be a problem. I couldn’t deny it anymore. Something was brewing just under the surface, threatening to spill over at any moment. 

When we got into the steps that involved hip movements, Dieter was having a hard time. He watched me with a furrowed brow as I again explained and demonstrated the proper way he needed to pop his hips. He looked a little overwhelmed as he watched me, his mouth hanging open slightly. 

“You’re too stiff. You need to relax some and let those loose hips do their thing.” I had to mentally berate myself because my mind went spiraling after those words left my mouth. 

Dieter chuckled, “This is ridiculous. Here I was thinking I was gonna be like Johnny and have all the moves, but instead I feel like Baby carrying the fucking watermelons.”  

I snorted, “I’ll withhold my crude watermelon joke because it’d be inappropriate…”

It was Dieter’s turn to snort, “I can’t believe you just went there.” 

I shrugged, still laughing, “Look, nobody puts Baby in the corner…right? I’m not gonna let anyone put Bravo in the corner either. We’re gonna get this. Just relax some. I don’t understand why you're so tense today. I know you move better than this.”  

He grimaced, “I know…I think I’m just getting in my head about it. I’m not focused on the right things…” 

I arched a brow at him, “What are you focused on then?”

His eyes widened. He had sort of an odd expression on his face, “Umm…just…you know…”

I shook my head, “No, I don’t. Please enlighten me.” 

Dieter sighed heavily, searching for his words. “Well…I don’t wanna make an ass of myself…” 

I grabbed his arm and peered up at him, “Hey, I told you. I’ve got you.” 

He gave me a small smile. I pulled my hand away, “Let’s take a break…give you a minute to clear your head.” 

He nodded, then moved over toward his gym bag and collapsed rather dramatically on the floor next to it, “I can see why you say the Latin dances do a number on you. My hips and lower back are not happy.” 

I smiled, moving to grab my water bottle, “I told you. That’s why I’ve been on you about stretching.”

He rolled his eyes and groaned as he shifted to get something out of the bag.

“You want a snack?” He asked. 

I chuckled, “Whatcha got?”

He gasped dramatically, “Well damn, why didn’t I think of this sooner!” 

I gave him an amused look, “What?” 

His eyes lit up, “I promised you a nickname. I finally have it!” 

He turned the plastic wrapper around to show it to me with a big ass grin on his face. It was a king sized Kit Kat bar. 

I sighed, my lips set into a tight line. I was not amused. “You wanna name me after something you like to eat?” 

He chuckled before plopping a piece of the chocolate into his mouth and wagged his brows at me, “My favorite thing to eat…” 

Fucking hell. I felt my whole core clench. I pursed my lips, “Bravo…that’s almost obscene.”

He snorted out a laugh, “Geez, your mind is in the gutter today. That’s not what I meant.” 

I shook my head, “That’s gonna be a no for me. Be more creative.” I wasn’t going to be able to hear that name without thinking of him saying it was his favorite thing to eat. It would wreck me. 

Dieter sighed, “Nope. Not gonna do it. I’m sticking with it and you're gonna love it.” 

I huffed out a laugh, “This might be what gets you throat punched. Consider this your warning.” 

He snickered, shoving another big piece in his mouth before sucking chocolate off his fingers. I suddenly had that down-low tingly feeling from watching the way his lips wrapped around and latched onto his large digits. My mind immediately took that visual and ran with it. Fuck, I can’t take much more of this. He held up the rest of the bar that was still in the wrapper and offered it to me. I gave him a polite “no thanks” before turning away, attempting to get that image of him out of my head. This is beyond ridiculous. I was going to need a cold shower tonight. 

We got back to it after that. Dieter was doing better, but still seemed restrained. We surprisingly managed to plan out most of the routine. He was very involved with that process this time, seeming to feel more comfortable with expressing his ideas. It was some progress at least. 

By the time I got home that evening, my whole body was beginning to ache. I could already tell the coming weeks were going to be rough on me. I just really hoped I could keep it together to make it to the end if we didn’t get voted out. I had a quick dinner, took some anti-inflammatories, then ran myself a steaming Epsom salt bath.

Soon after I got settled into the tub, I got a text from Alec asking if he could come over and spend some time with me. I sighed. I wasn’t sure if I had it in me to deal with him. I knew he would end up wanting to have sex and I didn’t have the energy for it. Suddenly, curious to how he would respond, I started typing.

Me: I’m aching and not feeling great after rehearsals. We got stuck with a Latin routine this week. I’m just going to relax for a bit then go to bed. I wouldn’t mind if you came over to cuddle and watch Netflix or something though.

The status changed to read immediately, but it took him a few minutes to reply. 

Alec: No, that’s ok baby. You rest. Get to bed early. I know that wears you down. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Part of me was happy Alec wasn’t coming over. The other half was disappointed that he didn’t want to make a fuss over it and pamper me. Then again, he had never really been the type to do that. So, I shouldn’t have been surprised. Being hyper aware of my growing attraction to Dieter was causing me to realize some things. The qualities that I was discovering about him made me realize where Alec was lacking. I wasn’t really sure what that meant. Did I want something else now? Or was this just the product of the situation we found ourselves in? 

My thoughts shifted to how Dieter had been so unsure of himself today. He had been so nervous with me. He was going to have to learn how to relax and get over his physical contact phobia. It wasn’t the first time I had been faced with this problem. I needed to get him in a less formal setting so he could chill and have a little fun. Somewhere that had a lot of energy to feed off of. 

I grabbed my phone and pulled up Dieter’s number. 

Me: We’re going on a field trip tomorrow, so don’t show up in your gym clothes. Just bring them with you, we can change later. 

Dieter: Interesting…I’m not gonna go missing over the Kit Kat thing, right? I’m telling my assistant that I’ll be with you, just so you know. We have a buddy system. 

I snorted. That wasn’t the reply I was expecting. I loved his sense of humor. 

Me: If I wanted to make you disappear, I’d be stealthier about it. 😉 (winking emoji) Actually, there is this Latin dance club that I want to take you to. Let’s call it an immersive learning experience.

I smiled to myself as I hit send. The bubbles immediately began bouncing, indicating that he was typing out a reply. 

Dieter: Sooo, what I’m getting from that is I get to experience a new form of torture. Got it. 👍 (thumbs up emoji)

Dieter: I’ll be sure to pregame with some pain relievers and a liter of water. 😂 (laughing with tears emoji)

I laughed, the smile stayed plastered across my face as I typed.

Me: Good. That means you’ll have no excuses for your whining then. I’ll meet you at the dance studio after group rehearsals. 

Dieter: I’ll be there with my dancing shoes on. 🕺 (male disco dancer emoji) 

Me: LOL. I’ll see you then. Goodnight. 

Dieter: Goodnight, Kit Kat. 

Me: 🖕 (middle finger emoji)

Dieter: I’ll pretend that’s a waving hand and not be offended.

Me: Whatever helps you sleep better. Goodnight. 😉 (winking emoji)

I was still smiling when I set my phone down. Now we were texting. I shook my head, realizing the lines were blurring. I sighed, hoping this didn’t turn into something that it shouldn’t. 

The next morning seemed like it was dragging. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I was excited about taking Dieter to the Latin club. It was a new experience with him, and I craved it. Which probably explains why each minute felt like an hour in group rehearsals. Stacia and Joe were true to their word, because I found myself front and center this week with Alec as my partner. He was in a grouchy mood, seeming to be hungover again and he was doing a terrible job. Dealing with him like this almost made the experience unbearable. I was tempted to ask for a different partner but didn’t want to get any rumors started. I half hoped the choreographer, Emily, would get sick of his shit and swap him out with someone, but she hadn’t yet. I could see the frustration on her face though. I wouldn’t have blamed her if she decided to make that change. Honestly, I probably would have welcomed it. 

As I was gathering my things to leave, Alec was at my side, asking if he could stay with me tonight. He hadn’t even bothered to ask how I was feeling, which kind of rubbed me the wrong way. I relented, deciding that I did need to put in more of an effort if he was willing to. Though I wasn’t sure how much he was actually putting into things. 

Luckily, we got out a little early so that I had time to run home to shower and make myself look a little more human. I threw on a simple knee length black cotton dress with flats, grabbed my bag, then headed out the door to meet Dieter. He was at the dance studio already, waiting in his car. As I approached, I noticed he had his head back on the headrest with his eyes closed. I startled him by pulling the passenger side door open and laughed loudly over his reaction. 

“You know, you shouldn’t sit around with your doors unlocked. That’s how people go missing.” 

He chuckled, “Noted.” 

He gave me a timid smile as he ran his hands up and down his thighs, “You want me to drive?”

I shrugged and mumbled “sure” as I plopped down in the passenger seat. 

I glanced over at him as he backed out of the parking spot, he had on black pants and a baby blue button up shirt that had a silky sheen to it. The sleeves were rolled up, of course. The color really made his golden skin tone stand out more than usual. He was also wearing a couple of rings that he typically didn’t have on. I don’t know why, but I found the rings to be kind of hot. They were causing my eyes to linger on his hands and how they made everything look so fucking small. 

I noticed that he seemed more relaxed than he had been the previous day as he glanced over at me with a smile before pulling out onto the road, “Where are we going?” He asked. 

“It’s that place on South Hill Street. You know it?”

He nodded, “I know enough to get us in the vicinity of it.” 

I chuckled, glancing over at him again, “You look nice. Are those dress pants?” 

He pursed his lips as he glanced down, “I’m not sure…I think they may actually be gym pants…but, they're cool and comfortable. That’s all I was worried about.” 

He smiled my way as I laughed and shook my head at him. “Hey, it works. I get it. It’s the same reason I wore this,” I finally said. 

Dieter stopped at a red light, then looked my way. “You look nice too. Even if you did dress for comfort.” 

I rolled my eyes at him, “Thanks, I think.” 

We sat in silence for a few minutes. The tension between us seemed to be growing. The lines felt like they were blurring again, but I didn’t really understand why. This wasn’t the first time I had taken a dance partner to this club for the same reasons, but they were not Dieter Bravo. 

I cleared my throat, “I should probably mention, there is a bar here. It’s a big place though and it’s not really near the dance floor. I hope that isn’t an issue. I just now thought about it…”

He glanced over at me, a soft smile on his face. “Na, it’s fine. Not a big deal. I’ll be distracted.”

I turned, giving him a questioning look. His cheeks reddened slightly, “I just mean…I know we’re gonna be dancing. I’ll be focused on not falling on my face.” 

I could feel my heart racing. Something told me he wasn’t being completely honest about that.  

When we got to the club, Dieter moved to get in line. I shook my head and hooked my arm with his, “We don’t wait in line here. I know the owner.” 

He smiled, seeming happy to not have to wait. We walked past the rather long line where I was certain I heard Dieter’s name whispered amongst the crowd. I silently hoped there wouldn’t be an issue as the person working the door allowed us to enter.

It was still early, but the dance floor was already full. The bass of the music was pounding so loud you could feel it. Strobe lights of all colors flashed over the dark dance floor. It was a whole vibe. A vibe that I hoped would allow Dieter to relax and have fun with me. Allow him to feel the music and become one with it and with me. I glanced up at him, he seemed anxious as he surveyed the space. My hand dropped from his arm down to his hand and squeezed it, prompting him to shift his gaze to me.

“You ready?” I asked. 

I watched as he inhaled a deep breath and nodded. I pulled him along by the hand behind me as I walked toward the dance floor, letting the crowd swallow us. I started the shuffle steps of the Cha Cha and Dieter quickly fell into rhythm with me. He seemed almost timid as he moved and eyed the crowd around us. I reached up to cup his chin and pull his gaze back to mine, forcing him to look at me rather than everyone else. I gave him an encouraging smile as I stepped a little closer and leaned in toward his ear, “You need to loosen up. Focus on me and our connection…feel the music with me. Share the rhythm with me. Trust me…like I trust you.”

When I pulled away, I felt like he was staring into my soul with his rounded brown eyes as he nodded. We continued moving, and after several minutes he seemed to relax and get into it. Soon, we found ourselves laughing and having a good time. His hands no longer hesitated to rest on my hips or slide up my waist. He no longer pulled away when I turned, pressing my back to his front. He even went so far as to wrap his arms around me, hugging me against his chest. My head fell backward onto his shoulder as I laughed loudly over something he said. His rumbling laugh next to my ear momentarily distracted me, drawing my thoughts back to where they shouldn’t be. The lines felt fuzzy again. I needed a break. 

After the song ended, I asked if he wanted some water. I had to put some distance between us for a few minutes before I did something stupid. I offered to get it because I didn’t want him going near the bar if he didn’t have to. As I made my way back to where I had left him on the edge of the dance floor, I realized he was taking pictures with a few fans. I guess it was inevitable that this would happen. 

When I approached, the group surrounding him seemed to get excited once they realized it was me, asking for pictures with me as well. I, of course, agreed. Dieter and I also took a few group selfies with them. We chatted with them for a while. They were a good time, full of jokes and laughter. We even got into some dancing tips and showed them how to do a couple of moves. It was exactly the distraction I needed.  

Dieter and I eventually made our way back out onto the dance floor, picking up where we left off. I took a minute to show him how to Salsa. He picked it up immediately. It almost seemed effortless now. We were moving together, communicating without words as he led us through various improvised moves. His hips were moving as I knew they could now that he was completely at ease. He was good at this, as good as some professionals I had seen. He just needed to let go and trust that I wouldn’t let him fail. 

The energy in the room was definitely feeding the electricity between us. I could feel it ramping up the longer we went. After pulling me in against his body, then dipping me, something shifted. When he pulled me upward, a heated look passed between us before my forehead pressed against his. My right hand briefly cupped his cheek before sliding down to rest on his chest. I had to stop myself from leaning in further, turning away abruptly, feeling his hands trail down the sides of my body as I moved away from him toward the edge of the dance floor.  

He had a boyish smile on his face when I turned to him. I couldn’t help smiling back as I asked, “You ready to head back to the studio to rehearse a little now? We’ll have a good two hours left.” 

He nodded, grabbing my hand and following behind me as I walked toward the exit. Once outside, I looped my arm with his. There were several fans waiting in line that waved and called out to us as we walked by. We stopped for some quick selfies, then made our way back to his car, arm in arm. 

The ride back to the studio wasn’t as awkward as I expected it to be. We laughed about some of the over the top outfits we had seen the other patrons wearing. Then our conversation shifted to the shock of how many fans there were that approached us. That had certainly never happened to me in the past. Sure, I might get one or two, but this was something else. I assumed it was because of Dieter. Everyone knew who he was. 

We pulled into the parking lot at the rehearsal studio several minutes later. Dieter grabbed his bag out of the back seat as I moved to get mine out of my car. As we approached the entrance, I realized Alec was standing there, his back leaning against the wall as he eyed us. When I got closer, he pushed off the wall to come stand in front of me. He looked pissed. 

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked in a low voice. 

My brow furrowed, “What do you mean?” 

Dieter paused, a concerned look on his face as his eyes flicked between Alec and me. I glanced over at him, “I’ll meet you inside.” I gave a slight nod as I spoke, letting him know that it was ok to go in without me. He hesitated, but eventually moved toward the entrance. 

Once Dieter was inside, Alec stepped in closer. “Why the hell are you going out with him when you should be rehearsing?” he asked with an accusatory tone. 

What the fuck is his problem? I didn’t back away this time, “I took him to the Latin dance club. We have the Cha Cha this week. You know I do this with my partners sometimes to help them learn the dances. Why is it suddenly an issue?” 

He was in my face now. I could smell alcohol on his breath, “I don’t want you going anywhere with him. You were supposed to be here. Why didn’t you tell me? I had to find out from social media.” 

I scoffed, “What are you, my keeper now? I don’t question you about what you're doing with Lana. In fact, you don’t mention her at all, which is unusual. Maybe I should be asking you what you’re up to.”  

His nostrils flared, “Why are you being such a defiant bitch lately? I feel like you're trying to provoke me. You always do this.” 

I felt my jaw clench, “Don’t you fucking gaslight me. I’m not gonna keep doing this with you. This possessive and controlling behavior that you suddenly have, is only pushing me away. It’s not a good look for you.” 

His hands suddenly gripped tightly at my upper arms. Before I realized what was happening, he turned us and shoved me, hard, against the brick wall. Hard enough that it knocked the air out of my lungs.

“I fucking told you to stop talking to me like that. I’ve been good for you. I’ve done everything you asked. Did you already forget how bad I can make things for you? Do I need to remind you, just so you’ll behave? I’m only gonna behave if you do, baby.”

I looked him in the eyes, pushing off the wall toward him as I finally spoke in a low voice, “I’m not afraid of you anymore. If you have a problem with me standing up for myself, then fuck you. Hit me. Do your worst. You do it, and I’m gone this time.” 

“What the hell has gotten into you? Is it Bravo? You fucking him now?”

I snorted, “Are you kidding me? I’m not the one who has a cheating problem, Alec.” 

He shoved me harder into the wall this time. Hard enough that my head smacked against the brick. Just as he got in my face again, he was pushed away. Nearly falling into the bushes next to the building. Suddenly Dieter was in front of me, one hand cupping my cheek with the other on the back of my head as he looked me over, asking if I was ok.  All I could manage was a nod, still winded from hitting the wall so hard. 

Alec came stumbling over toward us, “Fuck off Bravo, this is none of your business.” 

Dieter scoffed, one hand still resting on the back of my head as he situated his body between Alec and me, “I’m not gonna stand by and watch someone get abused.” 

Alec let out a sarcastic laugh, “Abused? Oh, did she tell you that’s what’s happening? It sounds like something she would say. She lies, you know. You can’t believe anything she says.”

Dieter let out a controlled breath as he turned to face the other man fully, “Alec, I think you’ve maybe had a little too much to drink, man. How about I get you an Uber or something? You can go home and sleep it off.” 

Clearly Dieter wanted to diffuse the situation, which only seemed to piss Alec off further. Alec stood there in silence for a moment, an almost murderous look in his eyes as he stared at Dieter. Without warning, his fist swung toward Dieter’s face. I stood in shock, unable to move or react. Dieter’s reflexes were actually pretty impressive. He had somehow managed to dodge the punch and simultaneously jab Alec in the nose with what seemed like very little effort on his part. Dieter looked just as surprised by it as I was as Alec stumbled backward, grabbing at his face causing blood to run down between his fingers. 

Dieter and I looked at each other, mouths agape as we looked back toward Alec. He spat out an angry, “What the fuck, Bravo!” 

Dieter’s eyes widened, “Dude, you swung at me first. Don’t what the fuck me...”  

Alec stumbled toward me, but Dieter stuck his arm out in front of me, pushing me behind him. 

“Come on Kat, let’s get outta here.” Alec said as he motioned with his hand for me to come to him. I shook my head. 

It was Dieter who spoke up, “She’s not going with you like this. Go home. Sleep it off.” 

Alec’s brow furrowed as he wiped his face with one hand. Without another word, he walked off toward the parking lot. Once he was out of sight, Dieter turned and pulled me into a tight hug, “Are you sure you’re ok? It looked like you hit your head.” I nodded against his chest, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill out. I pulled away, grabbing his wrist. His knuckles looked a little busted up and bruised. He squeezed his hand into a fist and tried to pull away, mumbling, “I’m fine.” 

My grip tightened on his wrist, “No. Lemme see.” I inspected his hand under the dim lighting. He had definitely busted his knuckles. “Come on, there’s a first aid kit in here.” 

He followed behind me, silently. I found the first aid kit in the hallway supply closet, then pulled him into the private bathroom of our assigned studio space. As I was digging through the kit, I felt his hand brush my hair at the back of my head to the side, looking me over under the brighter lights. I paused for a moment and let out a stuttered breath. He came to stand beside me, meeting my gaze for the first time since we were alone. His lips were set into a tight line as his eyes roamed over my face. My attention turned back to the first aid kit, pulling out everything that I needed. I could feel his eyes on my face the entire time, like he was waiting for me to break. 

I inhaled deeply before meeting his gaze again, “Sit down…gimme your hand.” 

He complied. I pulled his hand over the sink to pour some Isopropyl Alcohol over the abrasions. He hissed through his teeth at the burn but didn’t pull away. Once I was done, I let it sit for a minute to air dry. I could still feel Dieter’s eyes on me, but I couldn’t look at him. I actually felt embarrassed over what he had just witnessed. 

“Why do you put up with him treating you like that?” he finally asked in a somewhat gruff voice. 

I shrugged, rubbing at the crease between my brows. “He had been doing better. I don’t know what’s gotten into him. I think it’s because he’s been drinking more.”

He sighed, “That doesn’t answer my question.” 

I finally looked at him, “I guess, I just didn’t wanna give up on the last six years of my life. It wasn’t always bad, you know. I really thought he could get it together. He’s been trying…for the most part…but it’s been one problem after another the last few years.” 

I turned my attention back to his hand, spraying antiseptic pain relief on it. 

Dieter leaned forward against the sink, “I know you believe in second chances and all that, but not everyone can change ya know. You can’t fix him if he doesn’t wanna fix himself.” 

It hurt, but I needed to hear it. He was right, Alec didn’t want to change. Not really. He had been putting in just enough work to keep me satisfied. 

“He’s got more going on than just a drinking problem, too. I know you wanna give him a chance, but I don’t think you should put yourself at risk for him. He’s a ticking bomb, waiting to go off. I’ve had a feeling about it since day one, and this just confirmed it.” 

A tear slid down my face at his words. Deep down I knew this. I think it was part of the reason I stayed with Alec. I was worried about what would happen if I broke things off with him. I really didn’t know how bad things could get, and I was afraid to find out. 

Dieter watched as I wrapped a bandage around his knuckles, then turned to toss the wrappings in the trash can. He stood, pulling me in for another hug. I could feel his lips move against the top of my hair as he spoke, “If you need somewhere to go, or…anything…don’t be afraid to ask me for help. Please.” His tone nearly broke me. It was almost pleading. 

I pulled away, wiped my face and nodded, “Thank you. I’m sorry you ended up in the middle of this…” I sighed, “Why did you come back outside, anyway?” 

He gave me a sad smile and shrugged, “I forgot my sneakers in the car.” 

I chuckled, then pointed at his hand, “Well, I don’t think you broke anything, but that’s probably gonna be bruised and sore.” 

He pursed his lips, “It’s worth it.”

I laughed. There was something a little satisfying about Dieter putting Alec in his place. Dieter blew air out through his cheeks, “Well, I guess everyone is gonna know that I punched Alec…assuming his face is fucked up.” 

He was right, this was going to be some drama for the show. I thought for a moment, “Maybe not. Just try to keep your hand out of sight. I can probably cover it with makeup before filming tomorrow. Hopefully no one will notice…unless he runs his mouth…but something tells me he won’t.” 

We decided to call it a night soon after that. Neither of us were in the mood to rehearse. The adrenaline rush from the club and the interaction with Alec had worn off, leaving me feeling exhausted. It had been a long day and I just wanted to go to bed. Dieter walked me to my car. Instead of just telling me goodbye, he reminded me to reach out if I needed anything and asked me to text him when I got home. His eyes stayed on me until I pulled out of the parking lot. His need to make sure I was ok made my chest ache. Dieter had a caring and nurturing side to him that I truly did not expect. It certainly had me reevaluating my relationship with Alec, realizing that perhaps his behavior wasn’t typical and that something better was out there. 

After I got home, I locked myself inside, making sure the slide lock and chain were in place on all the doors. Alec had a key, so I wanted to be sure he wasn’t going to show up in my room unexpectedly in the middle of the night. I dug my phone out of my bag to text Dieter. He again reminded me to call if I needed anything.

I then turned my attention to the barrage of missed calls and texts from Alec. Surprisingly, they were not angry. Instead, they were full of apology and begging for forgiveness. He knew he had fucked up, but that didn’t change the fact that it had happened, and it wasn’t the first time. I took a deep breath, typed out my response, and hit send before I could change my mind. 

Me: I need space from you right now. What you did wasn’t ok and it’s not something an apology can fix. I’m not saying it’s over, but I do need a few days to think.

Alec: Whatever you need, baby. I’ll do whatever you need me to do to fix it.

I sighed, shaking my head. I wasn’t sure if it could be fixed or if I even wanted it to be.

Next: Week 3 (Part 2)

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A/N: Hello my lovelies! Whew! A lot has already happened in Week 3 and this is only the first half of it! We got our first Dirty Dancing reference. This is going to come up again. 😂 It's clear that Dieter and Kat are becoming more comfortable around each other. As that happens, we're going to start seeing a lot more of the menace side of Dieter, which I know you'll enjoy. We're going to get a lot more of that from him in Part 2...among other things. The boy is turning into a mess, honestly. But look at them texting, maybe sort of flirting, and making dirty jokes! Doesn't get much better than that. Who do we think is gonna cave in and go for it first? I'll ask this question again after you read Dieter's part. 😏 So, what do you think Stacia and Joe are up to? I will say there is some very complex meddling going on behind the scenes and I'm curious to see what y'all pick up on. How much are we hating Alec right now? And yay that he finally got punched! There is a fun interaction between him and Dieter in Part 2 I'm sure y'all will love. It made me snort a little to write it. Can we talk about how protective Dieter and Kat already are of each other though? Swoon. Let's also talk about how Dieter is struggling with this week's dance. The boy is going through it. Just to give you an idea of what he's working with, I have included a fun and flirty Cha Cha video below. It may give you a hint on what his problem is.😂 Also, I think we need Dieter dancing with his shirt open. Just sayin...

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Request: Hello!! Can I request a soulmate AU with Killua, Kurapika, Feitan and Chrollo where they finally meet their soulmate?

Poppie note: Happy Yorknew Day! The smile on my face whenever someone requests something for Kurapika 🤎. Soulmate AUs are one of my favourite things to write, too much fluff, but you know what I love even more? The bittersweet feeling :))

Pairing: Killua, Feitan, Chrollo, Kurapika with Gn! reader

Hunter x Hunter (ハンタ x ハンタ)

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AU: you share scars/whatever you draw on your body with your soulmate.

This wasn't the first time Killua was meeting you.

The first time he crossed paths with you was 6 years ago; when he was 8. He felt as if time had stopped for him. There was this dull ache in his chest, pounding against his vessels, coiling in the maze of his stomach, only to be taut again when he realised that his family would kill you.

The tiny scar on his palm, a tiny and irregular shape, indeed no one else could have it. He was on an assassination mission with Illumi, hiding in a shop; he rushed out when he saw the target, only to bump into you.

He apologized and helped you up, gasping at the sight of the scar, and before you could question him about his reaction, he was gone.

After a few hours, for the first time your soulmate sent a marking on your arm, "I saw you today, wait for me. I will come back for you.--Killua Zoldyck."

It didn't take you long to figure out, your soulmate was no one other than the Albino boy. Since then he slowly sent you small messages, until today. Today, you received an address.

"Hi," he breathed shakily, feeling that giddiness and longing all over again, his hair was more settled down and his height had increased a little, "...hi soulmate...I mean Y/N."

You gulped and bit your lip to stop yourself from crying out, "Hey Killua."

Finding the most courage he could muster, he shakily took your hand in his. He was here to stay, he wouldn't leave, never again.

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AU: The first words that your soulmate says to you are on your wrist.

Your friend was an asshole.

He took money from some infamous troupe and now you were being questioned by a tall blonde woman and a guy who looked like a samurai in a dark dungeon, tied up to a pole.

"I told you, I really don't know where he is or where he kept the money, I didn't even know he was involved in this stuff!" you cried out frustratedly.

The blonde woman sighed and called for one of her subordinates, "Feitan!"

"Take it from here," she clicked the heel of her stilettoes.

The raven-haired man breathed in annoyance and sat in front of you. His dragon-monolid eyes, scratched the very core of your being, tantalizingly.

"So, what do we have here?" he said to you and a strangled gasp of pain left your throat--the pain on your wrist, it was burning.

His eyebrows scrunched into a thin line, "what the hell are you doing?"

"My wrist...it hurts so bad!" you cried out and Feitan's eyes widened in surprise, those words were too familiar for his liking. He looked down to his wrist, to see the marks fading away with a slight sting.

It didn't hurt as much as you were whining, you had to be one of the sensitive types then, his favourite~.

"To think I would meet you here, out of all places," he said breathlessly, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that scared you, "hey there soulmate, you and I are going to have a fun time~"

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

AU: Red string of Fate

Chrollo looked at his Rado wristwatch for the nth time today. He wasn't used to it, the calmness. The non-rushed routine of work. All the members of the tropes were gone for a mission and he was free for the day, so he decided to go for a walk along the coast.

Chrollo, although hated to admit it, was still waiting for his soulmate. He was past the age, true, but a man can dream, right?

The small red string on his pinky was always so loose. Indicating that you were far away.

For the last few weeks, it itched due to the incredible tautness, his palms fell clammy with each shortened length of the string. He could simply wait for you to come...maybe you might, maybe you won't.

But my oh my! You were killing him with the wait!

Chrollo ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath and before he could think...he was running in the direction of the string.

He ran and ran, a faint drizzle came that soaked his clothes wet and stuck his raven hair to his forehead.

He had been a coward for far too long now, he wasn't going to stop anymore.

He came to stop when he saw the string end, looking up he saw you crouched to a small box on the corner of the road.

You felt a tug on your side of the string and looked at the man.

"What took you so long?" he asked breathlessly due to all the running.

"Cat," you picked up the feline from the box and showed it to him.

"Huh?" Oh man, his poor heart, you were too cute!

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐚

AU: you can see your soulmate's emotions through a ring on your finger. The colour changes to pink when you meet your soulmate

Blue. Your soulmate ring almost never changed its colour. When it did, it was for the worse only. For as long as you can remember, your ring had always been Blue, Dark Blue or Red.

Melancholy, Depression or Rage. You have never seen any positive colour on your soulmate ring. Your heart ached for him, for a person you had never met.

The ring was getting warm. He was close, your soulmate was close, but he could be anywhere! Your eyes searched frantically for him, this was your last chance to meet him.

Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. You sighed and sat exhausted on a bench, holding your head in your arms, you twiddled with the ring.

A blond boy was sitting next to you. On one hand, he had multiple silver rings while on another he had one singular--the colour of his ring hadn't changed too: orange, frustration.

You looked back at your ring. It was dark blue in colour. Your throat felt dry like a desert when you looked at it...you were looking forward to it.

Your dry throat soon let out a gasp when you saw the blue morph into pink. Your expression was returned by the blond boy next to you. His ring turning pink too.

Your lips trembled when you looked at him. Shocked by how such a frail body could be the temple of such heart-wrenching emotions.

His eyes were glossy as he looked at you, voice-cracking as he spoke, "Hi I am Kurapika -hmph!"

And before he could've completed his sentence, you embraced him in the tightest hug possible.

His heart was palpitating out of his chest and it took him a while to relax into the hug. That's right, you were his soulmate after all.

You were going to be there for him, making sure that he never felt those wretched emotions again.

A/N: mann I am so in love with Kurapika :,)

Tags: @akumicchi @jazzylove @futuristicallykawaiiturtle @kristaline2dmensimp @rintaroubby @nanaseishiro

Hunter x Hunter (ハンタ x ハンタ)

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[frickingnerd]

leo valdez surprising you for your birthday

pairing: leo valdez x gn!reader

tags: angst with a happy ending, reader crying, your friends/siblings forget your birthday, friends to lovers

a/n: i had planned to post it on my birthday but now y'all get it a bit earlier since– i really didn't post much percy jackson content recently 👀

you had always despised your birthdays

you never had one you could look back to and think about fondly

every time you thought about your birthday, you didn't think about the cake or the present

you just thought about your friends and siblings enjoying themselves together, while you sat at the side and watched them have fun, year after year after year

you wished you could just forget about them. perhaps everyone would just forget about it if you didn't remind them and you would be able to at least have a nice day by yourself

the day drew near and it really seemed like everyone had just forgotten about it

neither your siblings, nor your friends mentioned anything

when the day finally came, nobody came to congratulate you. there was no cake, no presents. they had forgotten about it

and despite you wishing that they would, it absolutely hurt! 

but at least you were free to do as you pleased that day and got the chance to do something nice for yourself

you decided to visit the beach. there shouldn't be anyone there, especially not during spring time

as you made your way through the forest of camp halfblood, you realized that you had forgotten the way to the beach

it had been quite a while since you last went there and it was hard to distinguish the different trees from one another and navigate your way there

you ended up walking through the forest for almost half an hour, until you ended up in front of bunker 9

it wasn't where you intended to go, but you were starting to get tired from all the walking around and decided to take a break inside

there was nobody there when you entered, but you couldn't help but immediately notice the things that stood on the table

a bouquet of flowers, a chocolate cake and a necklace made out of scrap

you quickly realized that you probably weren't supposed to see this or even be here right now, but when you tried to leave the bunker, you bumped into leo

"y/n!" leo seemed surprised to see you. "i– what are you doing here?" 

"oh, i– i was about to leave again! i didn't know you had set things up for a date down here…" you awkwardly rubbed your neck and tried to slip past leo, but he grabbed your wrist as you tried to leave

"no..! this isn't… it's not really for a date, you know…" he stared down at you and you could feel yourself getting lost in his eyes

"it's not..?" your eyes never left his as you spoke

"it's for you..!" he smiled softly and took a step inside the bunker. "your birthday, remember?" 

of course you did. how could you forget your own birthday. but you didn't think anyone else would remember it…

"i sneaked into the kitchen last night to bake the cake. the necklace i made a week ago out of some scrap my cabin had laying around and the flowers i grabbed earlier today" leo told you as he stepped towards the table

"the only thing that was missing, was…" he turned around, ready to say you, but instead he stopped and his smile slipped from his lips

"y/n, why are you crying…?" 

he looked so worried as he approached you, while you quickly tried to wipe away the tears, but more just kept on coming

leo gently cupped your face, wiping away your tears, as he leaned his forehead against yours

"don't cry… not today, okay? i– i'll make you a prettier necklace, okay? and you'll get more flowers, just…"

you sobbed quietly, quickly shaking your head

"it's perfect… i– i love it, alright..?" you smiled through the tears

"it's the best birthday gift i could've asked for…" you were still struggling to hold back your tears as you spoke, your voice cracking

"b-but… i couldn't do more for you. you deserve better than–" 

you weren't going to let leo finish that sentence

you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips together and holding him as close as you could

his lips felt so warm and soft against yours and he tasted like chocolate

you had to break the kiss after a few seconds, to gasp for air and you immediately started to miss his lips on yours

"i…" leo quietly gasped and you could feel the heat rushing into his cheeks

"you've done more than enough for me, leo…" your forehead leaned against his again, your eyes closed "you've made me happier today than i could've imagined" 

"and you didn't even try the cake yet..!" leo joked quietly, causing you to laugh and pull away from him, to wipe the final tears out of your eyes

"i didn't!" you smiled. "though, maybe we can change that now..?"

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[courtforshort15]

My Own Worst Enemy

Pairing: Matt Murdock x GN Reader

Word Count: 5,400

Summary: There are some things that are just too shameful to talk about, each mark on your skin a testament to a sense of pain and desperation that you’re unsure how to talk about.

Trigger warning: This is a bit of a heavy one, so read with caution. Self-harm, unhealthy coping mechanisms, and mentions of suicide (reader does not commit suicide, but it is brought up briefly.)

Masterlist

You were a hypocrite. A dirty rotten hypocrite. To the highest extreme. For all you spoke about Matt needing to talk to someone, to develop healthy coping mechanisms for all the pain and trauma he had endured, you've struggled to do the same.

Struggled, and often failed.

The first time you slipped since you’d started dating him, it was easy enough to pass off as an accident. The man was a human lie detector, sure, but you had learned by now that if you spoke enough of the truth, he couldn't always pick up on the part you kept hidden from him. You hated to admit it, but you sometimes took advantage of it, telling yourself that it would hurt him to know the truth, that he was better off not knowing where your thoughts sometimes strayed into a depression so encompassing that you struggled to breathe.

"What happened here?" he asked as he cradled your wrist gently in his hands. Your wrist wasn't bleeding, per se, but it was rubbed raw to the point where it was red and patches of skin were missing. It was sore and agitated, washed with a bar of soap that had left it stinging even more, the flesh angry in the face of your failure to seek help instead of hurting yourself.

"Oh," you said, eyeing the mark as casually as possible, voice wavering just the tiniest amount, "I just scratched myself. No big deal." He pressed a kiss to the skin next to it tenderly, before sliding his fingers through yours and focusing back on the notes his computer was reading back to him through the ear buds that were squished into his ears.

No further questions on his end, and you sighed in relief, masking it as a yawn and leaning back into the couch, energy zapped out by a seemingly simple question and a feigned simple response.

You'd scratched yourself, yes, so that part wasn't a lie. But he didn't know it had been done on purpose.

He didn't know that the pain had soothed you at the time. Matt was a bit of a masochist himself, ending most of his nights bleeding and bruised, not because he necessarily enjoyed it, but because he believed it was a small price to pay for keeping Hell’s Kitchen safe. He may not enjoy the pain, but he enjoyed the release of anger, the letting go of every frustration experienced by the law not being enough to help innocent people, enjoyed the opportunity to use his abilities and not be forced into the lie of being an ordinary blind man.

If Matt knew that you purposefully hurting yourself, for nothing other than taking your mind off the ache in your heart, there might be a part of him that understood, but it would not stop the overwhelming sense of horror.

When he noticed the second time, it was during a night out at Josie's, celebrating the end of a grueling work week with Foggy and Karen, both of whom were sharing a bottle of the worst tasting liquor you had ever had the displeasure of drinking. Sometimes you weren’t sure if it was because they actually enjoyed it, or if they were still trying to drink frugally despite the recent success and profit of Nelson, Murdock & Page. You joined halfway through the night, stumbling up to their table in desperate need of a drink after a meeting that had lasted far too long into the evening hours. 

By the time you got there, they were all halfway on their way to drunk, Matt included, his lips tilted into a relaxed smile that was far too charming. He stood up with a loud exclamation of your name, reaching forward to pull you into him and laying an enthusiastic kiss on your mouth as you laughed. When he stepped back, his hand drifted down your arm to pull you by the wrist in an effort to bring you to the empty chair by his, but you hissed as his fingers inadvertently trailed down the large scratch that had been carved into your forearm.

Matt seemed to have noticed it at the same time you tried to pull away, frowning as he pushed your sleeve up. His head tilted curiously as it always when he found a puzzle he couldn't quite figure out.

"What happened here?" His words were slightly slurred, and you were grateful that while his attention was on you, it definitely wasn’t the typical extreme laser-focus you were used to, likely due to the liquor coursing through his veins. 

You gave the same excuse.

"Nothing, just scratched myself." A pause, a nod, and the subject was easily forgotten. Matt, normally so astute and observant, smiled when he was assured that you were ok, and pulled you back in for another kiss. Foggy and Karen took turns greeting you, Josie handed you your normal drink order, and the night passed on without incident. 

It wasn't like you liked doing it, enjoyed hiding things from him, enjoyed hurting yourself. He didn't make it easy to keep things from him, at any rate, usually so perceptive and in tune with your every word and reaction. And it wasn't like it happened all the time; it was spaced out enough that it didn't seem like a pattern. The marks were definitely not bad enough to warrant much attention, unlike the cuts and bruises and fractured ribs he came home with. It was an unhealthy coping mechanism, you knew. Something you did, something you felt like you’d always done, even while telling Matt that he had his own unhealthy coping mechanisms he needed to watch out for.

This was just something that had followed you for years, decades even. Medication. Therapy. A brief stint in a psychiatric hospital. You'd done it all. And it wasn't like your depression was something you were afraid to talk about. It was just something that never came up, and you didn't know how to work it into a conversation.

How did you bring it up to Foggy, who had literally walked in on his best friend bleeding to death on his apartment floor?

How did you bring it up to Karen, a woman with a past drug addiction that had been partly to blame for the death of her brother; a woman who had been forced to kill a man just so that she could keep herself and her friends safe?

How did you bring it up to Matt, beautiful, adoring Matt, who treated you like you were the most precious thing in his life? How did you bring it up to a man whose father had been shot in an alley not too far from his home, a man who had held his ex-girlfriend in his arms while she died, not once, but twice?

They...they had real things they were dealing with, had already dealt with. And you...you were just someone with a brain whose hormone imbalance was off, which sometimes led to days where you couldn't get out of bed because you were so depressed.

Compared to them, what did you have to be depressed about?

And yet...it was this shadow that was always hanging over you. A monster hiding within it, behind your back, waiting for the right moment to sink its claws into you. You liked to think that you were able to fight it off 90 percent of the time.

But sometimes you failed.

Being with Matt was the easiest thing in the world. It was like breathing, like the puzzle pieces of you were always meant to find the puzzle pieces that made up him. Where he moved, you moved. Where he went, you followed. You were a well-oiled machine together, something that would run to the very end if it was given the right care and attention. 

He made it easy to forget the way the depression sank in occasionally. He was good at unintentionally, unknowingly chasing it away, though he had no idea of the monster he was inadvertently fighting on your behalf. But sometimes even he wasn't enough, just like you weren't always enough to pull him out of his head. It was just the reality of how things were, you supposed. 

He was a busy man, though he never made you feel like anything less of a priority. But sometimes life happened, and his attention was forced elsewhere, or you had deadlines you had to make, and things just got lost in the shuffle. You couldn't be around each other all of the time. And even if you could, these feelings would still find a way to sink in, like they always did.

You could feel an episode coming on. You'd felt it for the past few days. Sometimes the depressive episodes snuck up gradually, as if they were giving you a warning, and other times you ran head first into one. You weren't sure what was worse: being given time to prepare, with the sinking feeling of what was coming, or living life like normal, only to be smacked so hard in the face with it without warning. 

You found yourself instinctively drawing in on yourself. It was relatively easy to do this time. Matt was in the middle of a large case, and you'd made the decision to give him space to focus on the trial. You knew how much you meant to him, even while you could see that he was grateful for the extra quiet time at home to prepare. 

Foggy was in the same situation as Matt, and Karen was off visiting Frank in some undisclosed town in the Midwest. Three of your major support systems were currently wrapped up in other important things that absolutely deserved their undivided attention, and it was just a perfect time for the depression to sneak up, ensnare you in its clutches, and yank you back into its hold, this time without anyone to hold your hand and protect you against something they didn’t even know about.

You could feel it clawing up your throat, the tears and panic, and you knew it was going to be one of those nights. A night where you'd struggle to breathe, struggle to think, struggle to ground yourself in a reality where you knew you mattered and had people who loved you unconditionally.

Sometimes, all the support systems you had thoughtfully and carefully selected and put into place were knocked down by the force of a tornado that ran through your brain. Utterly paralyzed by the panic and sadness that was roaring through you, its force stronger than you'd felt it in a while, you found yourself needing to...scratch. 

So you did, and the pain grounded you, as it always did, pulling off layer and layer of skin with nothing but a fingernail and desperation to carve deeper into flesh. And when you were done, the relief was equally matched by the failure and shame.

"Sweetheart?"

A gasp tore its way out of your throat as you turned sharply around, reaching out to grab the kitchen counter as your balance wobbled. You’d gotten up to wipe the mark down with alcohol wipes, wary of an infection setting in. He was standing in all black, no doubt in the middle of his route through Hell's Kitchen, given the time of night.

"Hey, Matt," you said weakly, moving in front of the alcohol wipes still on the counter, as if placing your body between them and him would actually hide them from his senses. "Are you...did you finish for the night?"

He didn't say anything as he slowly removed his mask. Once it was in his hand and no longer over his face, you winced as his head tilted, his unfocused eyes landing on your hip, just a few inches above the line you had just carved into your thigh, skin bare except for the thin pajama shorts you were wearing. 

"I..uh. I was making my way through the city when I heard you crying," he told you softly, his focus still on the patch of skin that was on display and blood he could no doubt smell. "What is that?"

"Nothing, I just--"

"Don't tell me you just scratched yourself on something," he said, heat slowly seeping into his voice. "That's what you've been telling me, hasn't it?"

"I--"

"I thought maybe I was imagining things." Matt's voice was gradually getting louder and you couldn’t help but wince again, eyes shifting away from the downturn of his mouth. "But I wasn't, was I? You did this to yourself on purpose."

"Matt," you managed to choke out as your fist tightened around the alcohol wipe you’d briefly used to clean the scratch to prevent infection. "Please don't--"

"Please don't what?" he asked incredulously, and you couldn’t help but flinch at the tone, eyes lowering again so that you couldn’t see the look on his face. "Please don't get upset? You hurt yourself. You made yourself bleed, and you want me to...what? Not talk to you about it? Pretend it's not what it is?"

"Please don't yell at me," you whimpered, burrowing your head in your hands, unable to stop the tears from coming in full force, shame lighting up your skin like a failed firework that does nothing but burst into flame. "Please don't be mad at me."

"Mad at you?” he asked with a gasp, the words still somehow sharp. “I'm not mad....I'm horrified." You jerked back so hard your knee almost gave out, hurriedly opening the distance between the two of you blindly, your hip bumping painfully into the counter behind you. "I'm horrified that this has been happening for months and I...I didn't pick up on it."

Matt sounded so broken that you dropped your hands from your face, eyes trailing over his form through your tears. His head was bowed, and his hands were shaking. It only made you cry harder.

"I'm sorry," you choked out, your voice every bit as broken. "I'm so sorry."

"No, sweetheart," he whispered as he tilted his head back in your direction. Something in the way you whimpered caused him to finally take a few steps toward you. "Don't be sorry. I just...I just don't know what to do."

"You don't have to do anything," you told him quietly with a sniffle. "This is my thing to deal with, I'll be ok."

"Bullshit, that's bullshit," he said adamantly in a tone that displayed a tiny amount of frustration. It made your heart speed up for just a moment, the fear of his impending judgment too much for you. "You're not okay. And this isn't just something that you have to deal with, not anymore. It's mine, too. I have to deal with it now, too."

You flinched, the words somehow indicating that he was now burdened with something that should be just your problem and was angry about it. You could see the look of horror that crossed his face as he realized how it had sounded.

"No, that's not what I meant by that. Fuck." His hands were suddenly cupping your face before you could think. You tried to pull away, but he stepped forward when you stepped back, latching on to you, though his hands remained as gentle as they always were when he touched you. "I meant that this isn't something you should have to do alone. This is my thing now, too. Anything that's yours is mine. This is something we will work on together. Ok?"

"You don't even know what it is, Matt," you said weakly. You put your hands over his and tried to pull them off and break contact, but he refused to be moved. 

"I thought…I know enough about depression to recognize it," Matt told you softly, blank eyes landing on your cheek. "I should have...I could feel it. I could feel something was off, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I let things distract me from asking the right questions, and now you've..." he finally moved his hands so that he could gesture vaguely at your thigh. 

"It's not your fault, Matt." You moved to take a step back now that his hands were off, but upon recognizing your intentions, they were back on you, holding your waist this time. 

"I still should have--"

"No," you interrupted him as you shook your head quickly, rejecting his idea that he was somehow to blame. "I should have. This...I should have said something. We've been together for what, a year? Plenty of opportunities for me to say something, and I chose not to. You take responsibility for things out of control all the time, Matt. Don't take this on, too."

He took a shaky breath, one that rattled his entire frame. "Can I ask how long you've been..."

"A while."

"Did it start while we were together?" You shook your head and he closed his eyes briefly as he took a deep breath, the look on his face suggesting that he was somewhat relieved that the habit hadn’t started since he came into your life, the idea that maybe he was what led you to start hurting yourself for the first time. "Before we met?" He flinched when you nodded, somehow realizing that this was a long-term habit. "How long, sweetheart?"

"Pretty much since high school," you admitted quietly as your eyes trailed a face that was far too pale. He shuddered, as if in pain, and you knew the admission hurt him. You felt incredibly guilty, and it reminded you of the day your mother found out what you’d been doing, her tears and anguish still haunting you years into your adult life. 

"Okay," he mumbled, his eyes closing again. He let go of you and took a small step back. "Okay. Is it alright if I hold you? I don't...I don't want to touch you anymore if you need the space right now." 

Your eyes welled with tears again. "Please do." You were in his arms before you even finished speaking. He was warm, and despite the heat inside your apartment, you found you needed the warmth of him pushed up against you. One of his hands slipped around your waist, the other around your shoulders, where it reached up to cradle the back of your skull. His fingers wrapped themselves in your hair, something you knew he loved doing, something you knew he did when he was trying to remind himself you were next to him and safe. 

"Do your parents know?" he asked quietly as he held you to him, the side of your face pressed against his shoulder. Your arms were snug around his waist, your hands gripping the back of his sweat-soaked black shirt. You didn't know how much you'd needed him to hold you until this moment. 

"About what part?" Your voice was equally as soft.

"Any of it."

You sighed and you felt him tighten his arms around you. "They know about pretty much everything besides the...recent scratching. I spoke with my mom earlier today and she knows I've been slipping a bit."

"And what did she say?"

"She told me I could come to visit for a few days if I needed to," you responded. "I told her I couldn't, but she refused to hang up until I promised I'd schedule an appointment with my therapist."

"Did you?"

"Yeah, I have a virtual appointment on Thursday." He nodded and you felt more than heard his sigh of relief. 

"Good. That's good, sweetheart." You felt him place a kiss to the top of your head. By the way his chest expanded to take a deep breath, you knew a big question was about to come out, something that had probably been weighing on his mind since the moment he noticed the mark on your thigh. You had a pretty good idea what it was going to be before even he asked it. "Have you done more than...these scratches in the past?"

You winced, having guessed the question correctly. "I have." 

He tensed. "How much worse?"

You gulped, not wanting to give him the answer. He could feel your reluctance, but pushed on. "Please tell me. I'm not…I'm not going to judge you. I just want to help you, but I can't do that if I don't know."

Taking a deep breath, you forced it out, eyes squeezing shut as you revealed something you haven’t shared in years. "I was once...hospitalized. I was placed on suicide watch." 

You felt Matt shake against you, body trembling as he took in your answer, and grimaced when his arms tightened around to the point of pain. He apologized immediately, loosening his grip just a tad, but the shaking didn't stop. "Matt, I'm okay. I promise. I haven't felt that way in a long time."

"How long ago was that?" he asked you, seeming desperate to wrap his mind around it. "Last year? A few years ago? How recent?"

"It was ten years ago," you whispered as you clutched the back of his shirt in hands that weren’t steady, either. "I got a lot of help. I went through a shit ton of therapy. Put on some medication, some of which I'm still on. I'm okay."

"You have to promise me you won't do something like that." He was still shaking and it was making you tear up again. You buried your face in his shoulder, and he cradled your head there, hand still buried in your hair. "You have to promise me that if things get that bad again, you'll say something. You'll tell me."

You swallowed loudly, before slowly nodding your head

"I promise, Matt." He took a deep, shuddering breath, and when you pulled back slightly to look up at him, it tore at you to see the tears that were making their way down his face, stark against a bruise that bloomed on his jaw. Gently, you tilted your chin up so that you could kiss his cheeks. First one, then the other, pressing all the love you felt for him into the simple connection of lips to skin. He pulled back to place a kiss of his own on your forehead, and took a deep breath.

"I think you should come stay with me for a bit."

You pressed your face back into his shoulder, your strength seeping out of you slowly, feeling safe and secure for the first time in days, the depression sliding back just enough so that the red flare of the devil could warm your skin. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I need you close. I need you to be with me where I can keep an eye on you."

"You don't--"

"Please," Matt whispered, the tone pleading and desperate. "Please...just don't argue with me. Not on this."

"I'm not arguing with you, Matt," you said gently, lifting a hand from his waist to run it through his hair. He caught the hand and brought it to his mouth instead. "It's just...you have a big case next week and--"

Matt jerked away, looking aghast, a sense of realization seeping into his pores, though you knew it was an incorrect one. But he took the idea and ran with it, once again trying to take the blame for something that was not his to bear "Is that--is that why you didn't say anything? Because of this case? Because you didn't want to distract me?"

You winced. "No, Matt. But it did make things...easier for me not to admit that things were bad. I didn't want to say anything in the first place, and I’m not sure if I would have said anything at all."

"Oh my god," he said, seemingly horrified. "You can't...you can't do that. You can't hide things like that."

"You understand the irony, right?" You mouth quirked up in the corner. His eyes widened drastically at the comment, lips parting in a mixture of alarm and frustration.

"That's not funny!" He exploded, tightening his grasp on you. Your mouth snapped shut. "You have to tell me these things. You can't use my job or my work at night or anything to hide this. Do you understand? Tell me you understand."

"I understand, Matt. I’m sorry."

"Promise me."

"I already--"

"Promise me again," he demanded, and your eyes widened at how frantic he sounded, your eyes sweeping over a face that housed haunted, red-lined eyes and drying tracks of tears. "Promise me a thousand times."

"I promise, Matt. I promise." You found yourself crushed back against his chest.

"You're my priority," he whispered adamantly into your ear. His hand was shaking again as it rested on your lower back. "You're the priority. Everything else...it doesn't matter, none of it matters if you're not here. I need you to understand that."

You hesitated, and he caught on to it. 

“Sweetheart,” he said with a quiet moan that sounded far too grief-stricken, his cheek pressing to yours, the scruff of his beard nothing but a familiar, welcomed feeling. It spoke to you of love and adoration, his beard often rasping against your skin while he kissed you, or even while he slid down your body to put his mouth on the most sensitive part of you. “I don't care if it's the biggest case of the century. I don't care if I'm one second away for finally catching the most important drug ring and tearing down their entire organization. If you need me, I'm there. No questions asked."

"But--"

"No." He pulled back to place his hands on your shoulders while his head tilted towards you, unfocused eyes landing around your mouth. "No buts. You call me. You tell me where you are, and I'll come get you. I'll be there as soon as humanly possible, everytime."

"Matt," you whimpered with a shake of your head, mouth tilting down in a frown. "You can't just--those things are important to people, I can't let you--"

"You're not letting me do anything. I choose you. Always."

You shuddered at the declaration, wondering what you had ever done to deserve this man, but unwilling to ever let him go. Eyes welling with a new batch of tears, you held on to him with everything you had, energy leaching out of you as you leaned against him. He took your weight easily without a word, no objection to being your sole source of strength and balance. 

Matt cleared his throat as held you, breath fanning out across your cheek. "Can I...will you let me check it?" he asked quietly, the question almost hesitant as if he expected to be rejected. "I can smell the antiseptic, but I just need to be sure."

You were absolutely helpless to deny him anything."Yeah…yeah, you can."

He took a step back and pulled you over to your kitchen table where he gently pushed you into a seat. Once you were settled with your leg outstretched and balanced on another chair, he grabbed another alcohol wipe and a large bandage from the first aid kit. Bending down so that he was kneeling next to you on the hardwood, Matt leaned forward and placed a kiss directly below the mark on your thigh, your skin turning into a field of goosebumps despite the fact that Matt had had his lips to every inch of your skin at this point in your relationship. There was something so gentle, something so reverent about the kiss that you mourned the loss of his lips the second he pulled away.

 You watched as Matt turned his attention to the long scratch on your thigh, frowning when you hissed at the alcohol wipe he ran gently down it. His finger traced the outline gently as his sightless eyes roamed over the room, and you knew he was testing the temperature of your skin as if he’d be able to trace the possibility of an infection. When he was satisfied, he took the large bandage and placed it over the scratch.

He placed the trash on the table with fingers that had steadied as he focused on making sure you were okay, the mission to help you overpowering the horror and concern he’d been feeling since he made his way into your apartment. Grasping your hands in his, he turned his face towards you, tilting up as he licked his lips in a tick you had long since noticed was often an indication of anxiety. He pulled your hands into his, the heat of his palms warm and soothing he held them. Within a gentle kiss placed on the back of each hand, Matt’s form finally seemed to relax as a small smile broke our across his face. 

Unable to help yourself, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his.

"Thank you," you whispered quietly as you slowly sat back up. He chased your lips for just a small second before he settled back on his haunches and let his eyes rest over your shoulder. "For always taking care of me."

He made a noise in the back of his throat. "You don't have to thank me for this."

"I do," you affirmed gently. "And I'm sorry for...not saying anything."

He was silent for a moment as his thumbs traced over the back of your hands. "I understand what it's like. The depression. I've told you how bad it got, after Midland Circle. But I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. And part of that is thanks to you."

You opened your mouth to object, but he cut you off. "No, it's true. You make me want to be...better. Do better. And I know that I'd be struggling a lot more than I do if I didn't have you in my life. All the good that I do, all the good I try be, is partly thanks to you."

“Matt–”

He continued on gently even as you shook your head in denial, squeezing your hands tightly in his. "You do this for me every single day without even trying to, and I'll never be able to express how grateful I am for you, for how much you love me. So whatever you need, whatever you need from me, it's yours. Ask me for anything, ask me to do anything, and I'll give it to you."

A stray tear warmed your cheek as it fell. “You know I feel the same way, right? That I’d do the same for you.”

Matt’s smile was faint as he answered. “I know, sweetheart. You’ve told me.”

“And you–you believe me?”

“I do.” The sentence is small, a simple three letters and only two syllables, but it causes you to sigh in relief and sag against the chair as he finally stood up, your fingers entwined with his.

“Okay,” you whisper as you glance up at his face, taking in the tender look in his eyes and the smile that was equally gentle. “As long as you know the feeling is equal.”

Matt was quiet as let go of a hand to push back a few pieces of hair. "I know,” he said softly with a sigh, the flush of his skin finally bringing some color back to his face. “I think you should come stay with me for a bit, where I can look after you and make sure you're okay. We will make things work. No matter how busy I may be, this is the priority. Okay?"

"I….yeah, okay,” you answered with a nod of your head, eyes shifting to look out the window that he had left open, suddenly grateful that he’d been able to hear the tears that had left you feeling hollow for a few short moments. 

Only a single moment passed before he took your face in his hands and tilted it up so he could place a kiss on the top of your head. "I'll help you pack your things."

When he pulled you out your front door, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and tshirt he had left at your place weeks ago, one hand in yours and the other holding the small duffle you’d thrown your things into, you somehow knew the move would be permanent. Your lease was nowhere close to being over, but the idea of swapping an empty apartment for one that was filled with silk sheets, record albums labeled in braille, and Matt’s smile was exactly what you needed.

Your bouts of depression would come and go, of this you were sure, but Matt would be unwavering and solid, standing in front of you in the face of whatever nightmare headed your way.

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

So.

When I ran my last pike thirst hours you put in the tags that you were thinking of #like Gym Trainer Pike? and girl

What if he volunteers to lead gym classes at the community centre you do admin work for

What if you had a bad experience one night locking up

What if he offers to teach you a private self-defence class?

I am JUST ASKING.

Elen I'm so so SO sorry that this took me so long to reply to but also yes i LOVE IT

"You don't have to keep doing this, you know."

You offer it guardedly as you shift your bag on your shoulder. You don't dare look at him—you can't fathom his expression. Christopher has been walking you to your car every night for the last two weeks. That creep hasn't shown his face since Christopher nearly broke his wrist for trying to follow you to your car, and you don't want Christopher to feel like he'll have to do this forever.

"I don't mind," Christopher insists. "Besides, you've been parking closer to the front, it's not as long a walk."

"If you say so." You come to a stop beside the door, shooting him a smile and offering, "Well, goodnight."

"Before you go—"

"Yes?"

"I was wondering..." He trails off, and you can see a small wrinkle forming between his brow. Oh—God. Is he going to ask you out? You'll say yes, of course—you've had the worst crush on him since he started teaching classes at the community center—but why does he look...Worried about asking you?

"Chris, whatever it is, you can just say it," You insist softly.

"I wanted to know—"

Yes, yes you'll go out with him—

"If you'd like some help with your self-defense technique."

Your mouth is half-open with a yes, but your brain is sort of...Stalled. He wants to help you with what?

"Uh..." You manage, "I...My technique is a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think? I mean, it's nonexistent."

He smiles. "For now, maybe. But if you like, we can change that. We could do it here," He nods over his shoulder, "After hours. Wouldn't interfere with programming or your schedule."

Well someone's thought this all through.

"You don't have to do that—As much as you don't have to do this," You wave between him and the door.

"I'd like to, if you'd be interested."

It's a sweet offer from a sweet man...And it's the smart thing to do. You nod a little.

"I'd appreciate that."

He smiles, bright and beautiful, and you know immediately that saying yes was the right decision—both for your safety, and the sight of his immediate joy...Though, maybe it's relief. If he feels like you can defend yourself, he won't have to shuttle you back and forth every night, or feel like he has to.

Anyway—it couldn't hurt.

--

"...I can't do that."

"Yes, you can."

"No, Chris, I can't—" You shake your head, waving your hand at his body. "I can't just toss you."

"At the right angle, with the right leverage, I promise you, you can. Here."

You watch him turn his back to you, and you bite the inside of your cheek, letting your eyes openly wander the way his shirt clings to his back, and his biceps—

"Come closer," He urges, snapping you out of your reverie. You step closer and find yourself glancing around, as if you're afraid someone will see you. It's a ridiculous concern. Everyone else has gone home for the night. You stop just a step away, stomach flipping as he takes hold of your hand, raising it to wrap around his shoulders.

"I'm going to show you the set up," He says, "And then you can try it."

You do your best to hone in on his voice, even as your body presses flush against his, his hands raising to wrap around your arm.

"Here's what you're going to do. Widen your stance." He shifts against you, "Keep your grip firm, and hinge," He leans forward, and you shriek as your feet lift off the ground. He chuckles, straightening up and easing you back onto the ground.

"It's that simple."

"Might be that simple because you know how to do it," You grumble.

"Just give it a try." Christoper steps around you, and you brace yourself as you feel the heat of him grow close again. "I'm going to put my arm around you, alright?"

"Alright."

You swallow thickly as he curls his arm around your shoulders. Can't the lesson just end right here?

"Put your hands on my arm—one near my elbow, one near my wrist...Good. Now, bend your legs, and throw the shoulder nearest to my elbow forward."

You hesitate before you crouch, lean...And nothing.

"...I feel like this isn't right," You grumbled. Christopher's soft laugh pushes against your ear as he leans away, guiding the two of you to straighten up.

"Alright," He gently shifts the two of you. "Try it again—faster. Bend your knees, lean forward, throw your shoulder."

There's no way that this is going to work—but you squeeze your eyes shut, and you try—and shriek again as Christopher practically flies over your shoulder, onto the mat.

"Oh my god!" You press your hands over your mouth as your eyes pop open, landing on where Christopher is flat on his back on the mat. But he's...Laughing? "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," He swears as he stands. "Let's do it again."

"Once wasn't enough?"

"The more we drill it, the more likely it is that the response will become second nature. Just—a few more times. And then we can throw it on the list to just review next time."

Next time. How many times are the two of you going to do this? But you let Christopher crowd up behind you again, loop his arm around your shoulders, and throw him.

--

By the time Christopher has run you through the remainder of the drills (breaking out of throat grabs, wrist locks, headlocks), you're sweaty and sore. And despite what he's taught you, Christopher still lingers, waiting for you to finish locking up the gym.

"Thank you again for all of your help," You tuck your hands into your pockets, slowly drifting with him toward your car. "This was...Informative."

"I hope so. If you have any other methods that you're curious about, let me know, we can give them a try next week." Next week. What's that going to be like? How many times are you going to do this? Is this all that you were going to ever do with Christopher? But you smile all the same, because in the end, if this is all the two of you do, he's still a sweetheart for offering you help without you asking him to.

"I'll keep an eye out." You stop beside your car. "Thank you."

"Sure. Get home safe."

"Yeah, you, too."

You nod, turning toward your car. You can hear Christopher's footsteps getting further away, and you scrounge up your courage, turning to face him.

"Christopher?"

He turns back to you expectantly, brows raised. You close the gap hurriedly, leaning in and pressing a quick peck to his cheek.

"Goodnight," You manage, and only just catch sight of the palpable surprise on his face. You don't make it far before Christopher catches hold of your hand, just enough to still you. You don't have the chance to turn to face him as he crowds close behind you again, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek and murmurs,

"Goodnight."

You let your eyes slide closed for a split second, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before you let go, walking back to your car. You get in, giving Christopher a quick wave as he drives off before you lean back in your car, letting out a short, excited scream.

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[detectivestucks]

A Jealous Hokage VIII

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Summary: Your work week continues to be a struggle as Obito becomes too busy to keep you company. Kakashi stops keeping his distance, infuriating you.

Warnings: NSFW, Hate Sex, Unprotected Penetration, Slut Shaming

Word Count: 4.5k

Part 7

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You watched Obito leave your office and with him he took all sense of comfort. You knew he was busy today so you’d be on your own with Shiho. The shame you felt, seeing your budding career fall to the ground and get stomped on was all consuming. You had a hard time motivating yourself to work on your project. Usually you were just driven. You didn’t have to think about working hard; it was second nature. 

Today was a different story. You thought about quitting. Rejoining the field but you need to finish this project first. The village and the Anbu were counting on the intelligence your team was providing. 

It was a little harder than usual to collect everyone’s assignments.  Some of the intelligence officers opted to not complete their parts of the project, trying to leave you to finish their work. 

“Surely the Hokage won’t mind if you let this one slip.”

You quickly retort that “It’s not about what the Hokage wants from us, it’s about what the village and our fellow shinobi need from us.” 

Some of them felt bad and took back their incomplete tasks, others just laughed in your face knowing you’d be up all night doing their work for them. You scowl at them and storm away.

I’ll be sure Obito pays these three a visit.

It still hurt though. Last week every member of your team would have done a backflip had you commanded them to. Now you were lucky to exit the room without someone making more moaning sounds.

As much as you wanted to hide out in your office again today, Obito wasn’t around to bring you lunch. He had given up enough of his time helping you. You would have to go to the lunch room and get it yourself. You asked Shiho to come with, but she had a meeting to go to. 

“Sorry, Y/N. Want to wait till I come back?”

“I can’t, I have a meeting of my own when you’re done.”

You had to suck it up. It’s not like you could hide forever. Maybe it will go better than it did on Monday. They got all their jokes out and Obito left a trail of bruises behind to discourage them from making more...hopefully. 

Shiho gives you a worried look before you leave the office. Upon entering the lunchroom you take a deep breath and without making eye contact with anyone, you step in the long line to wait to order your food.

You stand there looking at the ground. Determined not to lift your face and open yourself up to conversation when a man strides up to you and begins to play with your hair. 

“Ahh the Hokage’s golden girl graces us with her presence. Where’s your guard dog? Hmm? Did you give him the day off?” 

You glare at him while wishing your ninjutsu was invisibility. Some of the nearby conversations cease to eavesdrop on you and your uninvited comrade. From across the room Kakashi stopped his own conversation, looking around to see why the room’s volume dialed back. When he saw you standing with Aoto, he looked over intensely.

“It makes me wonder, what could be so remarkable about that pussy of yours that you can keep the entirety of Team Minato under your thumb?” 

You feel the heat rise in your face. You were both furious and extraordinarily embarrassed. You wanted to knock his teeth out of that smug mouth and after, turn into a puddle and wash down the floor drain beneath your feet.  

“Mind if I take a turn and find out?” he says, reaching for your cheek.

Kakashi moved so fast you blinked and suddenly he was behind Aoto. 

“Touch her again. I dare you.” he hisses, tightly gripping the wrist of the hand that was about to brush your cheek.

“My-my, if it isn’t our fearless leader here to claim his prize.” 

Kakashi twists Aoto’s wrist behind his back, causing his face to crinkle in pain. 

“Kashi, people are staring!” You whisper urgently.

“Yeah, listen to her Kashi” he says, mocking your pet name for him through gritted teeth.

Feeling guilty for further embarrassing you he lets go. 

“See you later” Aoto whispers to you with a wink, strutting away with his friends.

Kakashi inspects your face, “Angel are you okay?” 

“Kashi, he only touched my hair.” you say as he feels your cheeks and neck which are flush with embarrassment. 

You were painfully aware of how many eyes were on the two of you. Kakashi didn’t care. To him the room was empty. He hugged you right there in the middle of the cafeteria for everyone to see. You buried your face in his chest not wanting to see a single eye as they gawked at your relationship. He kissed the top of your head before letting go. Instead of returning to the conversation he abandoned, he slid his hand around your waist and finished waiting in line for your food with you. 

Upon receiving your meal Kakashi turns to escort you to your office when a former classmate of yours, and fellow intelligence officer, came running up to him.

“Lord Sixth!”

“Yes, Jozie, What is it?” he says, keeping a firm grip around your waist.

“I hear you’re looking for new candidates to fill the position for Head of the Intelligence Department.” she says with a snide look in your direction. 

You look at the ground, no longer feeling hungry. Kakashi’s face became stern.

“I hope you didn’t come to tell me you wanted to throw your hat in the ring.”

You were shocked at his reply. Kakashi was always so polite, even when addressing enemy shinobi. Your mouth fell open along with Jozie’s as both of you stared up at him.

“Our most recent candidate knew 27 languages, completed 16 S rank projects, 117 A rank projects and has been requested by name to assist on intel matters in both the Hidden Sand and Hidden Cloud. Last I read your file, you knew 6 languages and exclusively worked on B and C rank intel projects. It would be a severe step down if we were to take your application seriously.” 

His response had you gobsmacked. You never knew Kakashi to be so cruel with his words. You’d be lying if you said your nipples didn’t stiffen hearing him come to your defense. He was so cool and collected while viciously tearing into Jozie for her disrespect. 

Steering you by your waist, Kakashi walked you out of the lunch room and down the hallways to your office. Your body obediently following his lead as your mind reeled from what you just witnessed.

“I’m done keeping my distance Y/N. I’m not going to sit by and watch them disrespect you. I know it’s the last thing you want and I’m sorry but I can’t do it anymore.”

 Kakashi wasn’t sure where your relationship stood but it was irrelevant. He loved you and you could hear the sadness in his voice as he spoke. 

“I made this mess and I’m going to fix it. I don’t know how, but I will.”

When you reached your office he stopped at the door. You walked in and put down your food. He began to walk away when he heard you whisper, “Kashi?”

He turned around to see you in your office doorway. You looked sheepish, not sure how you felt about your relationship but certain you didn’t want him to leave. 

He rushed over to you and hugged you like his life depended on it. 

You could feel him pour all of his regret into the embrace. You could feel how he loved you. If you weren’t cried out from the past few days, you were sure you’d have wept a few tears but the most you could do was softly hug him back.

“Thank you for the soup.” you say in the most musical whisper Kakashi ever heard. “...and the flowers.”

He hugged you even harder. Willing himself to speak, to apologize, but he lost his voice. He didn’t know how to say to you how much he regretted what he did. He didn’t know what words to say or how to form them with his mouth. All he could do is keep hugging you till you let go.

You separate and look up into his eyes. It killed him to see how broken you were and similarly it hurt you to be reminded of how much he loves you. His face said everything his mouth didn’t. You wanted to forgive him. You wanted to make it work but the most you could do was give him a small hug and a squeeze of his hand before heading back into your office.

Sitting at your desk, you could barely put two thoughts together before your mind wandered back to Kakashi and the way he came to your aid in the lunchroom. You found yourself drooling at the memory of how he told off Jozie and how swiftly he appeared behind Aoto. The thoughts were distracting. Generating an ache between your thighs. You quickly realized you weren’t going to get any work done in this state. You had a big project to focus on. There was no time for these mental roadblocks. 

Screw it. It’s not like I didn’t already lose the promotion. 

You slam your fists down on your desk and head for Kakashi’s office. You had an itch he needed to scratch. Similar to an earworm you need to get out of your head by listening to the entire song. 

Standing in front of his office door you begin to breathe heavily through your nostrils bringing yourself to knock before you enter. You stride in, eyes scanning the room to make sure you were alone before locking the door behind you. Kakashi’s eyes widen, shock causing his body to go lame. You stride up to him and tear down his mask. 

“You.” You say with a disgusted look as you straddle him in his chair.

“You have some nerve. Bringing all this scrutiny down on me and then playing hero when you see everyone respond the way I warned you they would.”

Kakashi’s mouth fell agape. Deeply confused by your attitude whilst straddling him. You start to push yourself against him.

“Coming to save me from your own doing.” you snarl into his ear as you begin grinding on his thigh. 

“Holding me in public.” you nip at his ear lobe.

“Kissing the top of my head like I’m something precious to you.” you kiss his jaw.

“Telling off Jozie” You paw at his chest. Rutting against his leg viciously, needing friction.

“Disrespecting my need for space.” Your hands rake through his silver hair as you finally lunge for his mouth. It was at this moment that Kakashi’s paralysis finally wore off. 

His hands lept into action, ridding you of your shirt and bra while you tore off his uniform. 

He kissed down your neck and shoulders while unfastening your pants, stripping you naked in his office, in the middle of the work day. He laid you down on top of his desk kissing you with every ounce of passion he had. His back hunching over to meet you where you laid.

Your heart threatened to burst out of your chest. You were so mad at him but you craved him, ravenous for the way he mishandles you. Your legs needily wrap around his waist. His unclothed erection pushing onto your already wet folds. You feel him shudder at the impact. It satisfied you to know how desperate he felt for you. How badly he missed you. How excited he was to touch you again. 

He didn’t care if you hated him in this moment. He’d make you forget why you were mad. He’d make you remember how much you need him between your legs. How, even now, your body craves him. He’d make you remember. 

He had to. 

You arch your back off the desk, pushing your breasts up against his chest while your fingers grip at his back pulling him down. You didn’t care that you were at work. You didn’t care if anyone heard you. You didn’t care anymore. You need him to rid you of this awful ache between your legs. And you need him to do it now.

Locking your lips on his, you push your tongue into his mouth, not asking permission. He gladly lets you in, opening wider to give you all the access you crave. You moan as your tongues entwine while rutting against his exposed length. He involuntarily groans as he collapses on top of you. Everything he needs is right here beneath him. It’s you. Just you. He needs you.

You continue rubbing yourself against him till he finally angles himself so that he slips in. Your lips break free of his as you gasp at the intrusion. It was exactly what you had been craving. Nothing felt better than when he stretched you in the way only he knows how. 

“Ah, fuck!” you cry out as he begins stroking. One hand grabbing behind his neck, the other running through his hair. You begin to berate him.

“Selfish prick. You had to make sure the entire shinobi world knew I belonged to you, huh?” You feel how his swollen head deliciously pulls at your walls with each retreat. “I bet you loved seeing the looks on everyone’s faces.”

“I did,” he sneers. “Every last one of them was envious of what is mine.” Punctuating the last word with a particularly harsh thrust, you groan from his hips meeting yours.

“Taking away 5 years of my hard work just for your own fuckin greed.” you hiss at him before he bottoms out, “Ah!”

“Can you blame me?” he grunts, continuing to thrust into you at an unrelenting pace. “Looking like a damned dream in that black dress. Teasing me and everyone else with your cleavage out. Taunting me with that sexy slit. Whimpering from the vibrator. Wearing my cap! Marking up my back! I still have the scratches there to remind me of your sweet cunt!” 

He loses himself as he remembers the evening. His thrusts become violent as he recalls his favorite memory of you. Stifling your moans in the coat closet, strappy black heels by his face, rug burn on your back, the dress pulled down and bunched around your waist. He can picture it now.

“I can leave more scratches if you like it so damn much” you snarl as you dig your claws into him, causing him pain. But he didn’t care. He deserved the pain. He fed into it, needing to be punished by you. He felt desperate as he began stroking harder. Yearning to please you. He pulled his face back, seeing the fire in your lust-filled eyes. 

It was maddening to not touch you the way he wanted to these past few days. He hungered for you. He craved your touch and attention. Icing him out was the worst punishment you could have given him. 

He grunts with every snap of his hips, not realizing his own volume. His inner wolf bubbling to the surface. You loved when he caved to his animalistic traits. You fist his hair as you throw your head back. Eyes screwed shut from pleasure. A chorus escaping your mouth as his hips roll into yours. 

Sweat begins to bead up and roll down his gorgeous chest, collecting droplets as it rolls down to where your bodies join. The warmth of your insides doing heavenly things to him. He could feel his mind short circuit as he repeatedly buried himself inside of you. 

The two of you grew loud, so caught up in your lustful passions that you both completely forgot where you were. Obito was headed to Kakashi’s office for an update. As he turned down the hall he heard the unmistakable sounds of your lovemaking. His heart shattered at the sound. How could you make up with Kakashi the day after he cost you your career? He lost to Kakashi again. He wanted to be the one making you sing. The one bringing you pleasure. He stormed out of headquarters, feeling oxygen deprived and in desperate need of air. 

Too lost in Kakashi’s arms to care about how needy you seemed, you whine and paw at his chest. He began to growl, his dark eyes taking on a dangerous glint. As much as he wanted to keep looking upon your face he wanted to be deeper. He lifted you off the desk, holding one of your legs hostage in his arms while the other foot found the floor. He slid deeper into you, pushing against your diaphragm, knocking the wind out of you. Definitely reaching that itch you so desperately needed him to scratch. 

Your loud moans, broken up by his thrusts, fill his ears with music. His arms hold your torso against his, pinning you against his chest alongside your leg. Thanking the gods for your flexibility as your sweaty bodies push together. You begin biting down on his collarbone. Panting into his skin. About to spiral into an orgasm. His animalistic grunts became more frequent, resonating from his chest with each stroke.

“That’s it baby, fuck this pussy. Fuck me like the bad boy you’ve been.” 

Lost in passion, he can only grunt in response. Your juices soaking his base and balls, dripping down your legs.

He spins you around and pushes your chest down on the desk, taking you from behind. He rams into you so hard you feel the bruises form on the front of your thighs. He grabs you at the shoulders, making sure he bottoms out in you with every intrusion. Already on the precipice, this new angle had you toppling over the edge. Eyes rolling back, spasming under his grip, he was too far gone to notice how you came undone. 

Chasing his own high inside your walls. He was so close. He lifted your leg onto the desk. You screamed at how deep and how rough he bullied into you. Your mind turned to mush as all the blood left your brain and pooled in your cunny. The athletic stamina of his continuous pounding turned you to a babbling mess. Your anger subsides for a moment as the waves of pleasure wash over you again. Shaking and milking him. He exploded inside of you. The sounds of his orgasm filling the room. 

As soon as he was done emptying himself inside of you, he collected you in his arms, pulling you into his lap as he sat down on his desk chair. You nakedly curled up in a ball, feeling chilled from the sweat rolling down your arms and back. You used his body heat to keep you warm as you nestled your head under his chin. 

He squeezes you tight, inhaling your scent. Memorizing it so he can dream about you tonight. He felt his seed leak out of you and onto his thigh. A satisfied shiver ran down his spine. 

The two of you sat there for nearly twenty minutes. Just existing in each other's arms.  You sat there for so long that the sweat on your skin dried and turned into a salty residue. 

Realizing you have a meeting to get to soon, you take a deep breath and crawl out of his lap. He rummages through his desk and hands you a tissue to clean between your legs before you redress alongside him. 

“I’m still mad at you.” you say to the floor

“I know.”

“Just so we’re clear.”

He swallowed before replying, “crystal”

You quickly redo your ponytail, smoothing the sides as you tighten the elastic. You smooth out your top and wipe the corners of your eyes to make sure there was no runny mascara. 

Kakashi approaches you, hand pushing against the small of your back, pulling you into him, thumb brushing your lip, eyes boring into you. You feel your heart skip a beat.

“Stop that.”

His brows furrowed with a questioning look.

“Reminding me how much you love me. It just makes all this hurt more.”

You turn your face away from him, pushing your hands against his chest as you pull away. You slip on your shoes and stride over to the door, unlocking the knob. 

You pause before you open the door. Tempted to say something but you couldn’t bring the words to your lips. Instead you let out a deep breath and leave his office in silence. 

You reach your office and quickly gulp down your food. You snatch up your notebook before rushing off to your meeting as Shiho returns from hers. 

With shocking clarity, you hustle through your meeting. Finding your drive and your confidence once more. You commanded the room. Anyone who tried to snicker at you found themselves caught under a deadly glare. 

“Do you have something to share?” you would snap at them.

You would have never been ballsy enough to ask that question mere hours ago. With only two days left till your project was due, you finally felt back on track. 

However in the back of your mind, you were still wondering what you were going to do after the project was over. No longer seeing room for growth in intelligence, your mind wandered back to your idea of rejoining the field. Get out of the stuffy office, away from all the scrutinizing eyes of your comrades and away from Kakashi. You decide to talk it through with your cousin Ino at the end of the day. 

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“I don’t know, Y/N. Are you sure? You love what you do and you’re really good at it!”

“I used to love what I do.” You say ashamed, looking at the floor. “Now I can’t even get through a briefing without someone mentioning I’ve fucked the Hokage.”

Seeing the sadness in your face, your little cousin Ino reluctantly mulled it over. She would have never thought she’d see the day where you’d quit anything. You were the most driven and stubborn person she knew. You were always finding an answer to any problem, no matter how hard it was. You were the queen of solving puzzles and riddles and nothing could ever stand in your way. Yet here you stood before her, walking away from it all. 

“Okay, fine.” 

“Yes! Thank you! And can you please talk to Choji and Shikamaru too? I’d really like to hit the ground running.”

She looks at you with a skeptical raised brow.

“Please?”

“Fine.”

“You’re the best!” you praise with a hug.

Ino was glad to see a smile on your face for the first time this week.

She had noticed how melancholy you’d been since news of your relationship swept the nation. She heard from Shikamaru and Temari about the fight that broke out between Obito and Kakashi. It seemed like your heart had already been torn between the boys and the added stress of your public humiliation and the loss of your promotion was more than you could handle. She had never seen you on the brink of tears ever, yet she saw you cry every day this week. 

She also felt bad for Kakashi-Sensei. He had been alone for so long. She was happy that he was finally in love. The world should’ve been thrilled for him. He deserved a happy ending. Why would anyone want to get in the way of that? If anything, they should’ve respected you more for being chosen by him. 

Of course there were several shinobi who felt like her. Who couldn’t stand how their comrades were treating you. They see how tired Kakashi is; it is obvious he isn’t sleeping. How on edge he’s been these past few days. He was clearly struggling with how the world had reacted to their knowledge of your relationship. It wasn’t fair to him. Not after everything this cruel life has thrown in his path.

Not to mention how many girls Ino had overheard talking shit about you. Saying you weren’t even that pretty. How you were obviously a slut. How you were clearly using Kakashi to advance your career cause ‘all you cared about was work.’ Those jealous hags couldn’t even speak two languages yet you knew 27. 

Ino and some of the others kept finding themselves in fist fights defending you. She wondered if you knew what your friends were going through to defend you. She wondered if that was part of why you wanted to leave. 

She would be right.

“I finish my project on Friday. Can we begin Friday night?”

“Actually I’m in the flower shop Friday night. How about we get together on Saturday?”

“Saturday sounds perfect.”

You walk away back towards your office. If you were going to rejoin the field you were going to do it right. Just like the rest of your work, you had to be superb. It’s not that you were unskilled, but you were sure you were unfit for battle. These days you could only perform sensory ninjutsu in a quiet space. You’d be useless if you needed to use your abilities under duress. You’d essentially become a domesticated house pet with the amount of time you’d spent in an office over the last couple years.

You also needed to find Obito. Thinking back to that horrifying fight between him and Kakashi, you know his taijutsu skills are incredible. But where is he? 

Feeling better than you had since Saturday, you didn’t need him to take you home but you found yourself missing his company.

“Shiho, have you seen Obito today?”

“Not since this morning.”

You felt a bit disappointed. 

I guess it’s fine. He’ll swing by eventually. Maybe I should stay late tonight anyways. Make up for yesterday’s missed hours.

And that’s exactly what you do. You stay all night. Shiho joined you, wanting to help with the project. She stayed till 8:00pm before she left to spend the night at home with her husband. You however, worked till nearly 2:00am. A couple times Kakashi passed your door, spying on you while you did what you do best. He leaned against the doorway reminiscing about the beginning of your relationship. The late night walks, the secret lunches, the first time you tore down his mask and kissed him. His chest constricted as he thought about it all. He tore himself away and headed home, feeling his waterline tear up.

Still you remained in your office. Working away. Eventually drowsiness washed over you. You went to the back of your office where you kept a sleeping pad. After rolling it out, you grabbed the blanket you kept on hand for these very occasions. You’d continue your work once you woke. For now you just needed a little shut eye. After days of agony you finally felt clarity. The only thought plaguing your mind now was where did Obito go?

Part 9 Masterlist

#obito x reader #kakashi x reader #kakashi smut #obito uchiha #kakashi hatake #obito is daddy #kakashi senpai #kakashi is daddy #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi sensei #hatake kakashi #hatake smut #daddy hokage #jealous hokage #Jealous Kakashi #detective stucks #obito x reader x kakashi #obito x you #kakashi x you #Kakashi x you x Obito #Obito x you x Kakashi

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Hotel [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!reader

summary: You and Peter spend the night at a hotel after a mission. When you can’t sleep, you decide to tire yourself out, not knowing that Peter’s wide awake too, listening, and he wants nothing more than to join in.

warnings: smut (masturbation (f + m), oral (f + m), reader masturbates w peter in the room without his consent but he likes it so (but don’t be like her irl), don’t think there is anything else??

word count: 3.4k (omg i just spontaneously added 1k in the last hour lmfao)

had to write this before i could write anything else, my brain just wouldn’t let me lol

Peter watches you drop to the bed with a sigh, cuddling into the sheets as soon as you land on the mattress. 

You’re exhausted from the mission you two just completed.

Peter was thrilled when you were told it was just the two of you, and doing the mission together brought you even closer than he was hoping.

He's had a crush on you since he’s known you but he’s always been hesitant in talking to you; in his eyes you’re too cool for him so he never thought you’d be interested in being friends with him. But now, after inevitably spending weeks together while working on the mission, he would say, without a doubt, that you two are friends.

He can still get shy around you, but that is more his own insecurity than how you treat him. Yes, he still thinks you’re too cool for him. But as long as you haven’t realised that, he loves being with you. But while being your friend is more than he could have ever asked for, he still wishes that one day you’re going to be more than that.

He also secretly hoped that there was only going to be one bed in your hotel room. You’d end up sharing it, wake up in each other’s arms and you’d realise you’re in love with Peter.

And indeed, there is only one bed. 

Only one single bed. And a sofa. 

So of course, out of politeness, Peter took the sofa without hesitation. 

And now he’s lying on it, and he wants nothing more than to sleep, but he just can’t keep his eyes shut. No matter how hard he fought on that mission only a few hours ago, his mind is racing with thoughts of you and your relationship to Peter so his physical exhaustion means nothing.

He’s wide awake.

No matter what he does, no matter what position he lies in and no matter how tired he is, he can’t fall asleep. 

“Peter?”

He furrows his eyebrows when he hears you whisper his name. Maybe he’s dreaming after all. 

You don’t say his name again, so maybe he really did imagine it. 

But then he hears you shifting on the bed. Maybe you can’t sleep either. Were you about to invite him to a late-night cuddle session—okay, Peter be realistic—a late-night talking session that he’s been hoping for? Those late-night talks always strengthen a bond between two people and so far Peter hasn’t really had many conversations like that with y—

His heart skips a beat when he hears something wet. Something in your mouth. 

Are you— no, he’s too dirty-minded. It can’t be. 

Maybe you’re drinking something or eating a snack. 

But why does Peter feel like he can’t move? You think he’s asleep right now and it would be better if it stayed like that, otherwise you might stop whatever you’re doing. If you’re even doing what he thinks you are. 

He tries to get his mind out of the gutter, but everything he hears points to you doing one thing.

All he hears is wetness. More and more wetness. The clicking of your wrist from doing the same movement over and over again. Your breaths becoming more shallow, your heartbeat speeding up. 

He keeps hearing more and more wet as your breathing becomes louder.

In the last minute, Peter has managed to turn towards you a few inches without making a sound and he can see how your legs are propped up.

He’s not imagining it; you’re masturbating. And you’re in the same room as Peter.

Peter is so hard that it hurts and he wants nothing more than to relieve that ache, but he’s not sure if he can do that noiselessly and the last thing he wants you to do is stop.

So he listens, painfully but happily, to you fucking your wet pussy. At some point you whimper and slap your hand over your mouth when you realise how loud it was. You don’t check if Peter heard though, too distracted by your orgasm that Peter can practically hear.

Your bed creaks and you slowly calm down, your underwear snapping against your skin, probably when you pull your hand out of it. The next thing Peter hears is more wet; you’re tasting yourself.

That’s it. Peter can’t take it anymore.

He sits up, “You need help cleaning up?” It’s weaker and quieter than he wanted it to sound, but he’s proud that he managed to say anything to you at all in this situation.

You don’t answer for a while and then you sit up too, whispering through the dark, “What?” 

You probably thought he was asleep, he did make sure to seem like he was sleeping for the last five minutes.

“I asked if you need help cleaning up.” Now that he’s saying it a second time, it sounds less sexy than he thought but again, he’s glad he has the confidence to say anything remotely sexual to you.

“W-with what?” 

“I couldn’t sleep either,” he tells you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to uh.. I thought you were sleeping.”

Peter knows you like confident men. You dated Steve at some point and you dated Sam for a while. You dated Captain America—both of them. They’re the fucking epitome of confidence and virility. Peter can’t fuck this up now because he’s too shy. 

“No, no. It’s okay. I’m asking if I can uh eat you out.” Apart from the little stutter, that sounded okay. 

You turn on your bedside lamp, possibly seeing the insecurity in Peter’s eyes now. He braces himself for the rejection, or maybe even a laugh from you at the thought that you’d actually go for Peter.

“You sure?” You ask simply, a smirk on your face. Peter nods and gets up, heart racing, watching you as you pull your panties down your legs and throw them across the room somewhere.

“Are you sure?” He asks absentmindedly, mesmerised by the sight of your glistening pussy.

You press your thighs together, obstructing Peter’s view of what’s between them, “Yeah. Are you sleepwalking right now or something?”

“No, I’ve just uh. Never done this before?” He’s unsure if he should tell you that.

“Never?”

He shakes his head and your smile widens, “This is going to be fun. Come here.” You pull him onto the bed and spread your thighs to make room for Peter.

He leans in and is met with the smell of your arousal. He breathes you in, already weak in the knees as he leans his forehead against the hair above your pussy, burying his face in you.

You smell like heaven. 

You let him enjoy you for a few moments, watching him as he tastes you for the first time. He hums as soon as his tongue is on your pussy, overwhelmed by how wet you already are and at the same time wanting to drown in you. 

Peter looks up at you and sees you distractedly biting your fingertip between your teeth. You sit up and push your finger into his mouth instead, then two, and he eagerly sucks them.

You bite your lip while you watch him for a while, and he takes your fingers as deep into his mouth as he can. “Mhmm, so good for me. C’mere,” you retract your hand and put it behind his neck to pull him close to you. You push your tongue into his mouth and it’s overpowering in the best way possible. 

Peter waits a second to kiss you back, trying to properly make himself realise that he’s actually kissing you. He takes your face between his hands and you two kiss for what feels like hours, and they’re the best hours of Peter’s life. 

When you pull away, Peter realises you were only kissing for a few seconds. You wipe the spit away from the side of your mouth and scoot back a bit, smiling before you lie down on your propped up pillows. 

He has to take in your beautiful, grinning face - grinning because you kissed Peter, before he can focus on your pussy again. 

You put a hand in Peter’s hair as you lazily smile down at him. You’re getting tired — Peter is too, it's late and the exhaustion seems to be finally getting to you two — so he can’t bore you now. He doesn’t want you falling asleep while he‘s supposed to be making a good first impression eating you out. 

He swallows as he lies down between your legs, spreading your lips with his thumbs to see you clenching around nothing. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” he whispers, slowly licking your pussy from the bottom to the top a few times. 

He flattens his tongue against your skin as he hums at your taste, “You’re so fucking pretty.” He closes his eyes to further revel in the heaven that he’s currently in until he feels a slight tug at his hair. 

He looks up to find your gaze on him, and you’re smiling. 

“What?” He asks, “Am I- am I doing something wrong?”

You shake your head, lightly scratching Peter’s scalp — that’s all you could do for the rest of Peter’s life and he’d be happy. “Not at all, I just don’t think anyone I’ve ever been with has been that in love with my pussy.”

He looks down as he strokes your inner thigh with his thumb, “Is uh… is that a bad thing?”

“No,” you say, “It’s the best thing. Stop worrying and make me cum now.” It sounds like an order at first but Peter sees your soft smile as you close your eyes and lie your head back, trusting Peter to make you feel good. And you know he wants this just as much as you. 

He smiles, getting another look at your pussy before he starts; he’s imagined this so many times.

Peter starts by kissing you right on your clit a few times, he sees it as foreplay before he dives in with his tongue but somehow he just keeps doing it. 

It’s like he’s making out with your pussy, adding his tongue and sucking your clit a few times, your tiny moans turning him on as he starts grinding against the mattress. You’ve pulled your shirt up over your chest, cupping one of your tits and rubbing your nipple with a wet fingertip.

Peter enjoys every second as he drinks from your pussy, making out with it. Your juices and Peter’s spit are everywhere and he instinctively starts to move faster when he notices your body tensing up more and more.

“Fuck Peter I’m gonna–”

It’s addicting how you cum on Peter’s face, one of your hands in his hair, pulling his head to wherever you need it most as you push his face between your thighs, rubbing his tongue against your clit until you’re finished and the wet sound it creates is obscene. 

You let go of his hair and your body goes slack as your breathing evens out again. “No way you haven’t done that before,” you lift your head to smile at him and pull your shirt back down your torso.

He smiles at you, not commenting but taking the compliment.

You keep eye contact for a few seconds and sit up. He thinks you’re about to kiss him again but you look away at the last second, “Peter, I’m way too tired to return the favour but that felt really good.”

“Oh, no it’s okay. Don’t worry.”

“Okay.. Goodnight,” you kiss his cheek after all, lying back down and two seconds later you seem to be out like a light.

He’s kind of glad that you don’t return the favour. He’s so close to an orgasm already after eating you out that he’d cum really fast and he doesn’t want you thinking he can only last two seconds. And, if there is anything after tonight, he wants his first time with you where he gets involved too to be more special – not with you two half asleep. Not that he‘s complaining about what just happened, he never would, not in a million years. 

He goes to the bathroom to take care of himself, pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock as soon he closes the door and leans his back against it. He closes his eyes and thinks back to the image of your pussy that he memorised perfectly; he jerks off to the mental picture of how your face looked when Peter made you cum.

He clenches his jaw to stop himself from moaning when he gets close, precum all over his fingers. He cums into the palm of his hand and cleans up quickly, tired by now.

You’re lying on the edge of your bed and he wonders if you left room for him on purpose. He couldn’t take you rejecting him now but something tells him to try; you’re not breathing deeply enough to be completely gone yet.

Peter slowly lowers himself onto your mattress as not to scare you, ready to get off if you push him away or show no reaction because you’re too fast asleep to notice him.

You reach for Peter’s wrist immediately, pulling his arm over yourself, scooting over so his chest is flush against your back. You make a little noise of contentment once you’ve completely snuggled up to Peter.

He falls asleep with a big smile on his face.

You both sleep in until you get up to go shower and Peter gets a call that you’ll both be picked up to go home soon. He nearly forgot about this trip and that him going down on you wasn’t the most important part of it – well, at least objectively it wasn‘t.

He stretches after he sits up and begins packing the few items he had with him on the mission. He freezes when he sees your panties on the sofa; you must have thrown them there last night.

He picks them up and brings them to his face out of instinct, trying to relive last night. The smell of your arousal is still on your underwear and he greedily inhales it, cock already stirring in his pants. He shoves the material into his pocket when he hears you coming out of the bathroom.

You just have a towel around you that drop without second thought when you stand in front of the bed, gathering your clothes. Peter gulps; your bedside lamp wasn’t the brightest last night and you’ve certainly never changed in front of him before. 

Does that mean it’s not a one time thing? You didn’t say much to him in the morning but you didn’t ask him to get off of you either - he held you in his arms the entire night.

You lean over the bed, touching all over it as you look for something. “Have you seen my underwear? I don’t know where I threw it last night.”

Peter shakes his head with his lips pressed together.

“It’s not like I could have worn it again anyway, but I didn’t bring another pair,” you pick your towel up again, loosely wrapping it around yourself.

You check your phone and turn towards Peter, “Actually.. we still have twenty minutes,” you let go of your towel again and Peter watches it pool at your feet. He takes in your whole body, and hears you say “So, about last night.. Can I return the favour now?”

You say it with a smile plastered on your face that lets Peter know he’s not the only one who feels the sexual attraction. By the time you walk over to him, Peter watching your tits bounce with every step, he’s completely hard and he hasn‘t stopped nodding at your question, squeaking out a yes. 

You pull down his shorts and get on your knees between Peter’s legs.

“Then sit back and relax.”

You lick your lips as your eyes go over Peter’s hard dick. Your eyes are excited as you look up at him, making Peter’s heart skip a beat.

“Here,” you order as you hold your opened palm in front of Peter’s mouth and he leans forward, not sure what you want from him.

“Spit?” He asks, and you nod with a smile so he spits into your hand. You use it to coat his entire dick, and you start to jerk him off, slowly. You smirk at him, watching him squirm as you tease him.

You lower your head, tongue sticking out, only an inch or two away from Peter’s dick, “Wait,” you stop. Peter nearly whines but manages to stop himself. Your facial expression has changed into something indecipherable.

“Peter, I.. I really like you. After spending so much time together, you really mean a lot to me and I don’t want to do this if it’s just a one time thing to you.”

Peter can’t believe what he’s hearing. He’s distracted at first because your hand is still wrapped around him but you drop your hand to rest on your thigh when you see his eyes going down to his lap.

He doesn’t know how he even manages to talk with so much joy filling up his entire body, but somehow it works, “I don’t want it to be a one time thing either. I’ve liked you since I’ve known you,” he tells you, a smile taking over his whole face.

Your grin is as wide as his as you sit up and pull him closer to you by his shirt, kissing him as he lifts you onto his lap. You kiss until you’re out of breath, not wanting to let go of each other.

“We need to make you cum before they pick us up, but we can make out all you want after,” you climb off his lap and sit back between his legs. “Okay,” he breathes, not sure if having your mouth on his lips or on his dick is going to feel better. He probably loves both.

Neither of you has stopped smiling and Peter can’t look at you for too long, the happiness is too intense to believe, it’s making his cheeks hurt.

He holds one of your hands, both of you smiling like crazy, and you take him into your mouth, warm and wet pleasure enveloping him. He licks your palm this time as you hold it in front of his mouth, using your hand to focus on his balls.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” Peter whispers as you maintain eye contact while his cock disappears in your mouth, your tongue on his sensitive vein, and it makes Peter moan louder than he expected.

You hum against his skin, lips wrapped around the head of his cock, wet and sensitive. Your hand speeds up around the length of him as your lips stay spread around the tip, taking only a bit of him, but it’s more than enough to make pleasure bubble up in his whole body.

“Oh my god, I need to, fuck I’m gonna–” he tries to warn you but you want him to cum in your mouth, jerking him off so his cum lands on your tongue, white splatters of him coating it and he moans at the mere sight of it as his orgasm pulses through him.

You swallow and take him into your mouth once more to make sure you get every last drop of him, and he can’t believe the’s going to be experiencing this regularly from now on, not to mention how he can repeat what he did last night, over and over and over. 

But what he’s even more excited about is that he gets to kiss you, hold you close, and know that you like him the same way he likes you. You pull his shorts back up and he lifts you immediately, peppering your face with kisses, your wonderful laugh blessing his ears.

When he tries to put his feelings into words though, it’s not as easy as he feels it in his heart, “I’m so… I…” he sighs; he was able to tell you how much he likes you only a few minutes ago and he doesn’t intend to leave it at that.

“It’s okay,” you put a hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes as if he’s the only thing that matters, “Me too.”

Peter’s phone rings with a call telling him that you can go outside now to be taken back home. 

Before you get up, you share a look that says more than words can. You can’t wait to see what the future holds for you two, simply happy that you get to be with each other.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x you #they at the hotel motel holiday innn #and also why you over there looking at me? (…) let‘s take it to the hotelllll #peter parker x y/n #peter parker #peter parker friends to lovers #i literally forget how tags work every time I post a fic... what else can I tag this as lmao #(also why does the summary lowkey sounds creepy jhsjskj)

[avatrice-week]

Avatrice Week 2023 Masterpost

Day 1 - Fake Dating or Undercover

Title: Tell Me You Don't Know Me Author: quietblueriver Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: Ava and Beatrice run into Beatrice's parents.

Title: Always a pleasure Author: orphan_account Rating: General Audiences Summary: “And this is the, uhm, wife, I presume?”

Title: Serenading in the Trenches Author: spaceosshy Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: Beatrice and Ava are reunited after almost a year apart. They're immediately tasked with going undercover, posing as a married couple of prolific assassins in the hopes of putting a stop to Adriel's criminal activies.

Title: Missions and Love Author: Creativityx Rating: General Audiences Summary: Ava has been assigned to work with the OCS' top agent, Beatrice. It was a simple mission, pretend to be girlfriends, capture one of Adriel's followers and return to the OCS. What Ava wasn't planning for was her fake girlfriend being so beautiful.

Title: when dividin' up the universe (you could have mine) Author: organicdonut Rating: General Audiences Summary: “Okay, so. I have, uh, some updates,” Beatrice does not like the way Ava said updates, “About last night.” “Will the updates explain why everyone in the bar is looking at me like I’ve forbidden alcohol?”

Title: Will you be my fake girlfriend? Author: jessnope Rating: Not Rated Summary: “Wouldn’t people think it weird?” Ava asked, looking genuinely thoughtful. Somehow, Beatrice could sense it was a trap even through the state of tiredness she found herself, Ava had a spark in her eyes.

Title: Philanthropy for the Heart Author: SharonSharpe Rating: Explicit Summary: The Areala General Hospital is hosting its annual charity gala and everyone is excited for the social event of the season. That is everyone except Dr. Beatrice Young. When she makes the mistake of saying Ava is her date for the gala the two are forced to address their flourishing feelings for the other.

Day 2 - Injured or Sick

Title: Life is About More Than Just Fighting Author: strongwomenunited Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: At the end of 2x06, you can see that Beatrice clearly had an injured side, yet in 2x07, it's magically healed. In this story, Ava finds Beatrice after Mother Superior has been brought back to life trying to get her armor off, but her side is in pain. So we will see some hurt/comfort, but you know emotions come out and their relationship changes...

Title: A Sick Day Author: strongwomenunited Rating: General Audiences Summary: During the two month period, Beatrice gets a cold after a busy night at the Bar, do they end up training or does Ava make her rest?

Title: That Lilith Voice Inside My Head Author: quietblueriver Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: AU - Lawyer!Bea tries to bring Ava soup. Lilith helps. Sort of.

Title: I'll Hold You (Blood, Bruises and All) Author: spaceosshy Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: The Halo pulses as Ava roars with rage, knocking Beatrice’s assailant backwards into the stone wall. He falls, limp and unmoving. Ava can distantly hear all the times Mother Superion has told her to check the body but she doesn't care. She's already halfway to Beatrice’s side.

Day 3 - Jealousy

Title: What Love Feels Like Author: strongwomenunited Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: In 2x02, what if Miguel didn't walk into Bar La Vasseur while that woman was flirting with Beatrice? What if Ava took things into her own hands to end that conversation...? This story explores the idea of Ava spilling some drinks on a certain woman flirting with Beatrice. How will she react?

Day 4 - Soulmates

Title: Soulmarked Author: Creativityx Rating: General Audiences Summary: That fateful day when she was seven, saw her soulmark left incomplete with only the letter 'B' on her wrist. Ava learns to wear long sleeves that day. With little hope of finding her soulmate, she puts herself to work as a mechanic fixing cars to stop anyone else from experiencing the same as her.

Her life is ordinary until one client walks through the door with a need for repairs.

Day 5 - Hear Each Other’s Thoughts

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Day 6 - Smut or Creator’s Choice

Title: I Can Taste You In My Rage Author: spaceosshy Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: Lilith returns to the Cat's Cradle in the hopes of making amends. Beatrice has some things to say.

Title: The One Time She Knew Author: JetpackingPenguin Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary: Five times Beatrice didn't think Ava returned her feelings and the one time she did

Day 7 - Domesticity

Title: The Teddy Bea-r Author: Lapincobra Rating: Not Rated Summary: Fanart and a little draft for Day 7 Of Avatrice week - Domesticity

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[cui-nisi]

Morning Distractions (Leon x Reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: RE4 Leon x Reader

Genre: Established relationship, smut, fluff

Summary: Leon only has 15 minutes before he has to leave for work but he’s determined to please you before he goes.

Warnings: Top Leon, quickie, unprotected sex (use protection!), comfort sex, fingering (fem. receiving), pet names (‘baby’), penetration

WC: 3,108

A/N: God, another Leon one-shot! This man won’t leave me alone (I’m not complaining though tbh). I hope you enjoy domestic Leon comforting y/n, I definitely enjoyed writing it!

Enjoy!

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You clutched the vintage leather of Leon’s jacket deftly in your grip as you pleaded with him not to leave. You felt your fingers begin to ache with how much pressure it took to keep your boyfriend from going as you stopped him from exiting your shared bedroom, his frame caught in the middle of the doorframe as he looked back at you with an amused expression.

“Do you plan on doing that for the entirety of my 12-hour shift?” he asked with a slight chuckle, his voice low and soothing.

You gripped him tighter, “yes.”

You felt Leon shift to face you before he quickly tore your fingers off of his jacket, his hands encapsulating your wrists as he pulled you towards him. Your body followed his command without resistance, bumping against his strong torso as he looked down at you.

“Y’know I don’t want to leave either,” he whispered softly as his lips tried to appease you with a featherlight kiss on your cheek.

You simply huffed at the gesture, you were going to need a lot more than a peck on the cheek to let this man go. “Then stay,” you countered, your lips pulling down into a shallow frown.

Looking up at Leon left you with the sight of him smiling down at your antics. His eyes were warm as they captured your morning image of tangled hair, puffy eyes, and slightly raspy voice. He thought you were adorable, but he really needed to leave. Leon’s eyes briefly flicked away from your sullen expression to check the time on his watch. He had to go in the next 15 minutes or he’d get his ass chewed out again for being late.

“Baby… you know I can’t. I really have to go.” Leon stated, his voice soft yet firm as his eyes met yours once again.

You sighed as you sagged your body into your boyfriend’s firm one, his hands immediately wrapped around you protectively in his comforting embrace. You knew you were being a brat but you couldn’t help it. Every time Leon left for work he always came back worse than when he left. Just last week he came back with a large bruise on the side of his abdomen that he refused to tell you the origin of.

You knew he kept you out of his work for your own good so you wouldn’t worry about it but you couldn’t help but feel guilty every time you watched him kiss you goodbye before heading to work, knowing you were letting him leave only to come back hurt. You knew this was Leon’s job and that he was capable of handling whatever missions he received, but you still wanted to hold onto him for as long as you could before he left.

With your head resting on Leon’s chest you listened closely to his heartbeat that pumped rhythmically against your ear. You found the sound comfortingly. Finally, after a second you spoke up, your voice quiet, “will you at least let me make you breakfast before you go?”

“Baby-”

“I’ll be quick! I swear!” You reassured him, knowing that he was going to try to get out of you cooking for him.

A second of quiet stretched between you two before you heard Leon sigh from above you, his hand resting on top of your head and combing through your hair as he acquiesced, “okay ____, I’ll stay for you. But then I really have to leave, deal?”

You raised your head off of Leon’s chest to look up at him with a wide smile while nodding fervently, “deal!”

Not wanting to waste whatever time you had left with him, you quickly pulled away from your boyfriend before dashing past him and making your way to the kitchen which consisted of marble countertops and white wooden cabinets.

Leon watched as you made your way to the kitchen, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he followed behind you, his eyes never leaving you as you moved about the kitchen. You quickly pulled out your black metal griddle, a bowl, and a plate along with milk, eggs, sugar, vanilla extract, cinnamon, and bread.

“French toast?” Leon guessed as he took a seat in one of the bar stools that was settled in front of the island, a perfect spot for admiring you cook in front of him.

You hummed in response, a closed-lipped smile on your face as you began mixing all the ingredients in a bowl before pouring the batter onto a plate. Leon always loved your french toast and you hoped that this would hopefully make his upcoming grueling day at work a little better.

After letting the bread soak in the batter you quickly turned around and began placing the two pieces of bread on the griddle, cooking it on low heat so that it would fry evenly. Unbeknownst to you, when you turned around Leon couldn’t help but admire your body. You were still in your pajamas which consisted of a thin tank top paired with shorts that did little to cover what was underneath.

Leon shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the strain in his pants making its presence painfully known as he did his best to focus on the amazing breakfast you went out of your way to make for him and not on the thought of fucking you on these expensive counters.

“Leon?”

Your voice pulled the federal agent away from his distracting thoughts as he looked up to see you gazing back at him from over your shoulder, your eyebrows furrowed in concern. Shit, he didn’t want you worrying more about him than he knew you already were on a daily basis.

“Sorry _____, I just zoned out is all,” he stated as he slipped off of his seat before walking over to you, leaning against the counter as he watched you flip over the two pieces of bread.

“It’s alright, the food’s almost done.” You said with a small smile, still a bit on edge over Leon’s expression earlier when you turned to ask him if he wanted strawberries with his toast.

Your boyfriend saw that your mind was still focused on his distracted behavior earlier, he could see the flicker of concern that pooled in your eyes. He really didn’t want you to be stressed over this while he was away and figured the best way to convince you that he was indeed okay, was to show you exactly what had him so distracted.

With the idea firmly planted in his head, Leon took another quick glance at his watch to see that he had about 10 minutes left before he had to go. That would be plenty of time.

“Baby, stop worrying,” Leon said soothingly as he looked back down to see you plating the toast, your attention focused solely on the food in front of you.

He chuckled to himself at your intense concentration before moving behind you, his pelvis pressing against your ass as he leaned over your shoulder, his voice low as he mumbled into your ear, “I just got distracted by you.”

You momentarily froze when you felt Leon move behind you and press himself lightly against you. Despite him not applying a lot of pressure, you could feel the faint outline of his hard erection poking you. Paired with his whispered words, you had practically short-circuited. His voice caressed you and fanned over your neck before being overtaken by his soft lips that lightly pecked your heated skin just below your ear.

What was this man doing?

“L-Leon…” you huffed out after you felt Leon’s leather-gloved hands roam over your thighs and higher up your legs, resting on the waistband of your shorts.

“Yes?” You heard him mumble from behind you, his kisses on your neck coercing you to tilt your head to the side to allow him better access.

“You…you have work…” you tried to counter, doing your best to hold on to your rationality.

Leon chuckled softly against your skin, his body pressing against you even more than before as he speaks, “weren’t you the one trying to get me to stay just a minute ago?”

You sighed in frustration. Partly because Leon was using your words against you and partly because now you were extremely horny. You felt your core ignite in heat and desire, already feeling yourself getting wet just from Leon’s touch resting around your waist.

“I was, but-”

“But?” Leon’s hands began to slip off of your body as he took a step away from you, his voice was low and teasing, “should we just stop then?”

You rolled your eyes as you turned to face him. Your hands reached out to grab his leather jacket once again before forcing him closer to you as you speak, “nope. You don’t get to leave after teasing me like that.”

Leon flashed a wolfish grin at you, his eyes drinking you in, “we have 8 minutes.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” You asked with a devilish smile.

Your boyfriend didn’t even bother to respond as he simply crashed his lips upon yours, his tongue slipping out to taste yours as you moaned into the kiss. You felt his strong hands grab your ass, massaging the soft malleable muscle while pulling you harder against him.

You felt his boner even more clearly now as it rubbed against your thigh. As you kissed your hand traveled down to lightly grip Leon’s desire, eliciting a soft groan from his lips as he pulled away from the kiss.

You smiled up at him before glancing down at his watch to see that you guys had 6 minutes left now. You didn’t have time for the usual foreplay that the two of you liked to indulge in. You’d have to save that for later.

“Fuck me, Leon.” You said plainly.

Your boyfriend’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before a licentious smile crossed over his slightly puffy lips. He raised his thumb up to your lips, smearing the saliva covering your lips even more. “So needy,” he teased, but he was more than ready to fulfill his earlier fantasy.

Without any further pretense, Leon quickly gripped your ass and lifted you up on the cold island counter. You shivered as your thighs pressed flatly against the marble surface, but you barely had time to register the shock of the cold on your warm skin since Leon was already yanking your shorts and underwear down to your ankles until they inevitably fell on the wooden floor.

“‘So needy.’” You mocked at seeing the urgency in which Leon seemed to be in to fuck you.

“It’s you… I can’t help it.” your boyfriend stated with a slight chuckle, his lips curving upwards in a smirk as his icy-blue eyes took in your half-naked body.

His eyes dipped down to your heat. You were so ready for him, you didn’t even need to be warmed up but you didn’t complain when Leon’s index and middle finger briefly explored the folds of your core.

Your hands jumped up to grip his shoulders as you relished in the feeling of his fingers sliding through you before he slipped both of them in without warning. You gasped at the sudden intrusion before it was swallowed by Leon’s lips on yours. His fingers pushed deeper inside you as he kissed you, it was messy, hot, and passionate as you felt your hips try to push against Leon’s fingers, wanting him deeper inside you.

Before you could succeed in your attempt, however, Leon slipped his fingers out of you. You whined at the movement, “I was starting to get close.”

Leon laughed at the whine in your voice before leaning over to your ear and whispering softly, “not without me, baby.”

Your boyfriend then brought his fingers that had just been inside you up to your lips.

“Taste yourself, _____.”

You didn’t need any further convincing as you obliged his request, your tongue sliding over the two fingers Leon delicately placed in your mouth. You sucked all your juices off of his digits diligently while gazing up to catch Leon’s reaction who watched with wrapped attention, his eyes focused squarely on every roll and flick of your tongue across the pads of his fingers.

“Fuck…” you heard him moan softly after you popped your mouth off of his fingers.

You smiled smugly at the man in front of you, pleasing Leon was always a treat for you and if you had more time you’d have already been on your knees for him with him deep in your mouth. But unfortunately, a hesitant glance at his watch told you that you only had 4 minutes left.

“Did you still want to…?” You asked when you caught Leon’s attention who had also frowned when checking the time on his watch.

He nodded at your question, “yeah. You were close right?”

You frowned, “I was. But I know that’s not enough time to get you off.”

Your boyfriend smiled softly at your words as he brought his hand up to softly caress your cheek. He pecked a sweet kiss on your forehead as he spoke intimately into the little space that blocked the two of you, “I get off on your pleasure.”

You felt heat spread throughout your body as your heart seemed to explode with warmth at Leon’s sincere words. Still, you couldn’t help the nagging guilt that pulled at your thoughts, “are you sure, Leon?”

Leon simply smiled at your question, amused at how concerned you were about him climaxing. He answered you with the same small smile and warm tone, “I’m sure, _____. Now, will you please let me fuck you for the next 4 minutes?”

You chuckled at his question before nodding, granting him permission to completely wreck you with the short amount of allotted time you guys had. Leon’s smile widened when he saw you nod as he pressed one more short kiss to your lips before quickly pulling out his dick and pushing it inside you. His length and girth alone were enough to make you completely fall apart but you held yourself together as Leon pulled you closer to the edge of the counter so he could more easily push into you.

After giving you a second to adjust, Leon began moving inside you. Normally, he would gradually increase his pace when fucking you. Leon loved watching the pleasure slowly build inside you, he loved seeing how your moans would get louder with every thrust as he moves faster and faster against you. But, due to the limited time, he had to instead just fuck you hard and fast to get you to come.

His pace was ruthless and took you completely by surprise. It was rare for Leon to fuck you so brutally as he liked taking things slow. You knew that he was doing it so that you would climax in the next 4 minutes but at this rate you weren’t sure if you would even be able to last that long. You felt Leon’s dick run deeper and deeper inside you, hitting every spot with such velocity that you were helpless to try to stay coherent. All you could do was moan and cry out for him, your hands gripping his jacket while your head faced the ceiling with your eyes squeezed shut.

Leon watched you with amusement as he moved against you. The sounds you were making were incredibly sexy- almost enough to make him cum. His eyes darted to your neck before he leaned in and began nipping at the skin there. That was definitely going to leave some marks, but the pleasure coursing through you was too powerful for you to care.

You supposed you’d just have to wear a turtleneck to work today.

Leon continued sucking and biting on your neck as he fucked into you. The combination of pleasure and pain mixed with his incredibly fast pace had you coming in the next minute or so. Your body tensed as you announced to Leon that you were coming which he already knew but simply hummed in acknowledgment- not stopping any of his ministrations.

An intense feeling dominated all of your senses as you came, your body shaking and trembling at the magnitude of the pleasure ensnaring you in its intoxicating clutch. By the time the tendrils of your high began to slowly fade you were completely spent as your chest heaved up and down. Your dazed eyes blearily gazed over to see Leon pulling out of you, a sheen of sweat covering his clear skin.

“Are you okay?” you heard him ask as he began to gingerly put your clothes back on you.

You knew he most definitely had to leave now, but you appreciated that he still made sure you were in order before heading to work. “I’m fine… thank you, baby. That was…” your voice trailed off as you lifted your hand and directed Leon’s attention back to your face. You leaned forward and pecked his lips to which he reciprocated. “Will you be okay?” You asked after pulling back from the kiss.

Leon smiled softly at you as he spoke tenderly, “I’ll be fine, _____. As long as you’re okay.”

You listened to Leon and did your best to believe that he’d be fine despite not having an orgasm of his own. Your hands reached up and fixed his hair back in place as he continued speaking.

“Now. I really need to go. I’ll see you later, okay? Text me when you get to work.” Leon pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before helping you down from the counter and grabbing his bag and heading to the front door.

You watched him for a second before you remembered something, “wait!” you called out to him before rushing to the forgotten french toast. You quickly put it in a Ziploc bag before dashing over to the front door where Leon waited anxiously for you. “Your breakfast,” you said, handing the bag over to your boyfriend who took it with a wide smile.

“You’re the best,” he says before offering you one last kiss on the lips and heading out the door.

You watch his retreating back as he heads to his car. While you would definitely still worry about his well-being while he was away, you were excited to see him when he came back home. You already had some ideas on how to repay him for his efforts this morning and this time- you wouldn’t have any time restraints keeping you from pleasing the man that you loved.

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[runningmunson]

The Rise

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Velaryon/Strong!Reader Word Count: 2.3k Summary: You are the eldest and only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and supposed father, Leanor Velaryon. When your family arrived back to King's Landing to defend your brother's claim to Driftmark, you are once more reunited with your uncle and bethrothed, Aemond, who you have a close bond with. After insulting your family at dinner, he makes it up to you later that night. This is the rise of your relationship but with every rise there must come a fall. Warnings: Fighting, angst, hurt/comfort, incest, implied sex but no smut, fluff, *Translations at the end* Part 1/2

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“My love, it has been far too long since you have graced my presence,” Aemond said with a grin as you pushed past your brothers in the courtyard to greet your betrothed. He grabbed your hand and planted a kiss on your knuckles. You could hear Jace and Luke scoff at the gesture.

“You’re taller than I last remember,” you said with a straight face before cracking a smile. And more handsome, you thought. Time had been kind to him. 

He gave his sword to Ser Criston and turned to offer you his arm. “Come now, let us catch up.” 

Being the oldest child and only daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor Velaryon, it made sense that your grandsire would call for your betrothal to Aemond. He saw it as a way to repair and strengthen the bond between the two families. Viserys also took notice of the closeness you shared with your uncle. 

This wasn’t to say that your mothers didn’t vehemently disagree with this match. Alicent disagreed with it because of your striking resemblance to that of Ser Harwin Strong. You had brown hair and fair skin, looking nothing like your father and only sharing your mother’s violet eyes. Your own mother disagreed with it because she knew how manipulative the Greens could be, and she didn’t want to put you in any danger.

Despite both of your mothers' shared dislike of one another, you and Aemond had been joined at the hip the second you could walk, you being two years younger than him. Wherever you went, the other wasn’t far behind. He was always there to protect you, and you were always there to defend him.

A common thing you both shared was not having your dragon egg hatch, leaving you a Targaryen without a dragon. It was what truly solidified your bond. He was made fun of by his own brother and yours more than you, but that didn’t completely leave you out of the jokes. 

You were there for him when they told him they had a dragon, only to call forth a pig with paper wings. That time ended in Aegon having a bloody lip and Jace a sprained wrist as you retaliated. You tried to reason with your mother that you only did it because they were cruel to Aemond, but that didn’t stop you from your punishment of a week without them. A week without them meant a week of boring needlepoint with Helaena- not that your aunt was boring, you just didn’t enjoy embroidering pictures.

You were also there when he lost his eye. It was when you were all gathered for your aunt's funeral, and while you knew deep down it was the wrong thing to do, you reminded Aemond that Vhagar no longer had a rider. You knew how much not having a dragon wounded his pride and made him insecure, so you encouraged him to try and claim her. Never did you think a fight between you and Aemond and your brothers and cousins would ensue. Luke had a broken nose, and you broke your hand, but Aemond paid the highest price and lost his eye. 

When Viserys demanded you all tell him what happened, you were the first to step up and defend Aemond, much to the disappointment of your own family. It took a long time for them to forgive you. But you can’t say it wasn’t all worth it because you finally gained the respect of the Queen. When Aemond was attended to by the maesters, you stayed by his side and held his hand as they stitched him up. You and his mother wept, but he discouraged that, letting you know that gaining the largest dragon was worth losing an eye.

In return for your unfailing support and confidence that he would one day be a dragon rider, he helped you gain your own dragon, Grey Ghost. He flew you on Vhagar in search of a dragon. Once you heard rumors of a pale gray riderless dragon on Dragonstone, he didn’t hesitate to take you there and waited outside while you ventured into the cave. He grew nervous the longer it took, and right before he was about to find you, you flew out of the cave on the back of Grey Ghost. Aemond quickly jumped on Vhagar, and you rode side by side. When you found a secluded spot to land on, Aemond was quick to get off Vhagar and embrace you, proud of your accomplishment. 

That day you declared it your spot. The place where you both finally became dragon riders.

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Your grandsire, the King, wished to have all of his family to be together as one. He asked that there be a family meal. It wasn’t hard to miss the tension in the air when everyone looked uncomfortable and shifted in their seats. 

However, everything was going okay despite what was expected. Especially when your mother and the Queen toasted to one another. Only one small moment had to ruin the dinner after Viserys had left, and it was due to your brothers poor choice of judgment.

You glared toward Jace and Luke when a pig was brought out and set before Aemond. You watched as he stared at it coldly. Your hand reached for his, but he roughly pulled it away. He stood up and slammed his fist on the table, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. 

“Aemond, please don’t,” you whispered, but your plea proved futile.

He raised his cup, “Final tribute to the health of my nephews. Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise… Strong.” 

You looked toward the Queen and saw her expression matched yours. “Aemond,” she warned. 

Aemond ignored both of you and continued, “Come, let us drain our cups to these three Strong boys.”

All hell broke loose after that. Jace threw a punch at Aemond while Aegon slammed Luke on the table. Jace was shoved on the ground, and that was when the guards finally got involved in breaking up the fight. 

Alicent walked up to Aemond and took hold of his arm, “Why would you say such a thing before these people?” 

“I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, mother. Though it seems my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs,” he smirked and pulled out of her grasp. 

You can’t say you didn’t see this coming but anger still got the better of you. While you knew it was unladylike, you walked up to your betrothed and smacked him across the face before storming out of the room. 

You could hear the sound of your stepfather, Daemon, laughing in the background and your mother commanding your brothers to go to their room. You could also hear the sound of footsteps right behind you. 

“(Y/N), get back here right now,” he demanded, anger present in his voice. You chose to ignore him just like he ignored you and kept walking. “I command you to stop.”

You did as you were told and stopped, turning around to face Aemond. You grabbed his hand and pulled him into an empty room. “Command me? You command me, Aemond? Just who do you think you are talking to?”

“Am I not still your Prince? Or have you forgotten your place?” Aemond spits out. He didn’t wish to talk to you in this way or assert authority, but he was angry, and you were the closest person to let it all out on.

“Do you not understand that by questioning the legitimacy of my brothers you are also calling into question my own? You know as well as I who my real father is, so is this what you really want? For my brothers and I to be labeled as bastards? You know our betrothal would be called off! Your mother would send me away the first chance she gets,” you yelled at him as you poked him in the chest, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.

After you said that, it finally clicked for him why you were so upset. Usually, you would defend him against your brothers, but he realized now that he had insulted you. “I- I acted out of anger, and for that, I am sorry for the hurt I have caused you. I truly did not think of the possible repercussions of my words.”

“You never do, Aemond. You know, for someone so clever, you can also be so stupid. If you truly love me the way you say you do, then I suggest you push aside your petty need for revenge and keep your mouth shut. Now, if you’ll allow it, I would like to retire to my room for the night,” you didn’t give him time to answer and walked out of the room. Insulting my family, humiliating me, then commanding me? He can stew over this all night for all I care, you thought. 

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Aemond couldn’t sleep knowing you were finally under the same roof again and upset with him. He lay awake for hours as he thought about how much you all had changed. He couldn't help but wondered if anything had changed between the two of you. He crept out of his chambers and made his way to yours. 

When he reached your door, he hesitated to knock, afraid he might wake you up, afraid you might still be angry at him for earlier. But he yearned for your touch and to hear your sweet voice he missed so dearly. 

It didn’t take more than two knocks for the door to fly open. Your face was like stone when you saw Aemond at your door but softened when you saw how apologetic he looked, knowing he rarely shows how he truly feels. “I was wondering when you would stop by.”

“Am I that predictable?” Aemond smiled shyly. “I was going to ask if you wanted to join me on a ride, but I see that you are already ready to go.” 

You and Aemond snuck out of the castle to the dragon pit. It took you back to when you were children and the many times you snuck out for a night ride on your dragons. You mounted Grey Ghost, and he mounted Vhagar and flew out into the night to your spot.

Aemond offered his hand in assistance to help you off your dragon once you landed. When your feet touched the sand, he took you into his arms. His hands found your face, “I cannot tell you how much I regret my previous actions. I know I hurt you, and I know I was wrong.”

“I am also sorry. I shouldn't have struck you,” you frowned.

“I can't say I didn't deserve it though,” he cracked a smile. 

You laughed at his comment. “Now that much is true. You know I don’t condone what my brothers did back there, but I just wish you would put more thought into your words next time.”

“I know you don’t. And I will try to do better, but I do hope there is not a next time. Now come join me, I want to enjoy your presence before you leave me again,” he begged. You sat on the sand, and chills ran down your body at the feeling of the cold sand. Aemond placed you in between his legs and pulled you close. Your hair was brushed to the side, and you soon felt his lips on your neck. 

He toyed at the laces of your dress, silently asking for permission to undo them. You shook your head, wanting him to continue. The dress slid off your shoulders and down your back. Your hands shot up to hide your breasts, suddenly embarrassed about the lack of clothing. 

“Gaomagon daor ruaragon hen issa, issa jorrāelagon. Nyke jaelagon naejot ūndegon ao,” Aemond spoke in your ancestral language. He took your hands in his and removed them from your body. His eyes took you in under the shining moonlight. He thought you couldn't look more beautiful at this moment. 

He wanted to make sure you were alright with this continuing, not wanting you to come to regret it. He spoke softly once more, “Iksos bisa skoros ao jaelagon?”

“Nyke obūljarion nykēla naejot ao,” you said to him. You swung your legs to straddle him, and your lips soon met him. The only sounds present were breathy moans and the roaring of the sea as you gave him your body and soul.

“Run away with me,” you broke the comfortable silence when all was done.

Aemond turned to his side to look at you, “Hmm?”

“We have dragons now. We can go wherever we want and explore the world. Just the two of us like we always said we would when we were children,” you said, running your fingers through his silky hair. 

His lips turned into a faint smile, “A lot has changed since then. You know we cannot do that. Your mother would definitely come looking for me. I would assume she would think I kidnapped you."

“Now that she probably would.” You laughed.

Aemond stroked up and down your back, making you shiver. “What if we marry before you leave King’s Landing again? That way we no longer have to be apart. I can’t bear the thought of it again.”

“I think you also know we cannot do that either. Besides, it’s not up to us when we marry but your father. And you know my mother will need me once she gives birth.”

“Just wishful thinking, my love,” he pulled you close, trying to keep you warm from the cool ocean breeze.

You and Aemond stayed on the beach and drifted off to sleep, now forever intertwined as one. And when the first light shone, you flew off together in the morning light to say proper goodbyes, rising to new heights in your love and blissfully unaware of the fall to come.

Translations:

Gaomagon daor ruaragon hen issa, issa jorrāelagon. Nyke jaelagon naejot ūndegon ao- Do not hide from me, my love. I want to see you.

Iksos bisa skoros ao jaelagon- Is this what you want?

Nyke obūljarion nykēla naejot ao- I surrender myself to you.

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