#ns of the second person

[chibikittens]

Me after Gnosia: ...maybe someday I can recover from this TT^TT

ORV: I think the fuck not

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Please help me afford top surgery ❤️‍🩹

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Last Night

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Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

!WARNING! EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD

1,533 words:

You closed your book and tossed it, lightly, to the side with a quiet sigh; Natasha sat by her desk hunched over paperwork and typing on her computer and you frowned, she had been there for hours. You rolled off of your shared bed and placed your book in the read pile before making your way over to your girlfriend. Her hair was done up in a loose bun, red hair poking out in all directions and a small smile made its way onto your lips. Your arms wrapped around her waist as your head rested on her shoulder, eyes looking at what she was doing, and you hear her hum lowly.

"Are you nearly done?" You questioned her softly, voice tickling the shell of her ear and you felt her head turn to you slightly accompanied with another hum.

"Nearly," she mumbled with her eyes fixated on the screen, voice raspy from not using it for so long, and you felt your stomach flutter. You bit your bottom lip and squeezed your eyes shut, you needed her. Your lips lightly kissed the soft skin of her cheek, before planting another and another. You felt her let out a deep sigh, shoulders relaxing, her head tilting to the side and your kisses trailed down to her neck. "Not now, dorogaya," Natasha whispered as you gently nipped her skin and she pulled away. You frowned slightly and nodded your head on her shoulder and you felt her spin on her chair before pressing a kiss to your lips, "Later, I promise."

That had been around two hours ago, and you were getting impatient. You peeked at her from your laying position on the bed, still as concentrated as she was hours ago, and you closed your eyes in defeat.

Natasha closed the lid to her computer and turned to look out the window, shocked to see that it was now dark, and she quickly checked the time on her phone. Her head whipped around to see you splayed across the bed, sheets pushed to the bottom with pillows surrounding every limb. She felt her heart constrict, where had all the time gone? 

Slowly, Natasha pushed the pillows at your feet to the side and climbed up the bed. She pressed a kiss to your wrist and you shifted in your sleep, her kisses ran up your arm until she pressed one final kiss to your cheek, by then you were only slightly aware of your surrounding and let out quiet grumble.

"Are you awake, Y/n?" You opened up an eye to see Natasha looking down at you, pupils wider and better adapted to seeing in the dark, and you nodded your head.

"Is it later?" You questioned as you shut your eye again and Natasha smiled down at you.

"Only if you want it to be," she replied and stroked the tips of her fingers very lightly over the soft skin of your upper arm. You let out a shaky breath and opened up both eyes, this time, to see Natasha pulling off her tank top. You swallowed dryly and felt your cheeks warm with a blush as you stared at her.

"You're so pretty," you whispered and sat up to move a piece of hair from her face, your hand resting on her jaw as she pulled you in for a kiss. Her arms wrapped around your waist and she brought you to her lap, kissing you deeper with a smile. Her finger played with the back of your bra and you playfully bit down on her bottom lip which earned you a surprised hiss and Natasha wasted no more time in pulling your top and bra off you. Hungry eyes stared at you now, pupils blown with lust, and her hands rubbed at your sides as she smirked up at you before tipping you down to lay back on the bed. Natasha moved over you and pressed hungry kisses over you neck and your collar bone and then down between your breasts before nipping at the soft skin. 

"You enjoying this?" Natasha mumbled as she moved to the next to litter you with more love bites.

"Yeah," you breathed out and bit your lip as she looked up at you from her position. You could feel her smirk on your skin before she moved further down, kissing all the way down your stomach before she reached your underwear. Her hands slid up both sides of your legs and her fingers hooked under the thin fabric before lightly tugging.

"And this?" She mumbled again as she pulled them further down your legs and exposing yourself to her.

"Yes," you nodded your head and closed your eyes when you felt her kiss up your thigh to your hip and across your stomach to your other thigh, nipping and biting and soothing the sting with her hot tongue. You found yourself raising your hips every time she got close and each time she pushed you back down.

"How about this?" She questioned yet again, still teasing you.

"No-" Your huff of annoyance was violently pushed away by the sudden wave of satisfaction that overcame you, that being Natasha's tongue finally being where you wanted it to be and you whined out for her as she pushed further into you. Her tongue dragging up before she sucked on your clit, her arms over your hips and hands on your waist to prevent you from pressing your thighs together. You bit down on your lip, muffling your whines, and threw your head back onto the pillows.

"Don't get all shy on me now, kotenok, I want to hear you," Natasha told you before thrusting her tongue in and out of you. You let out a sinful moan and pushed your fingers through her soft hair, nails scratching her scalp as she continued her pleasant assault. God, she knew how to work your body so well and you welcomed her with your pleads and your moans. Her tongue was soon replaced by equally as skilled fingers as she paid attention to your clit. You gasped as she repeatedly hit your sweet spot, pushing you further and further to your release, until you gushed around her fingers with a scream. Natasha's pace didn't falter until you were pulling away from her shakily and wet kisses trailed up your stomach before they met your lips.

"Sorry I made you wait so long," she mumbled with a pout and you let out an amused huff and pressed a kiss to her jaw.

"Let me taste you and I'll think about forgiving you," you shrugged and twirled the end of her falling out hair between your finger whilst looking up at her with eyes heavy with lust.

"Really?" She hummed. "You'll think about it." You shrugged again.

"Depends how well you treat me," you smirked and brushed your fingers lightly down the small of her back.

"I'm a treat am I?" She questioned, her voice husky, as she shifted to kneel beside you and you leaned up on your elbows.

"Taste like one," you grinned cheekily as she shook her head with a blush and rolled her eyes as she straddled your stomach.

"You want a taste?" She teased as she lightly grinded and ran her fingers up her sides and toward her breasts. 

"Yes," you replied breathily and bit your lip as you watched her, your hands resting on her thighs as she put on a show. Natasha pushed herself up on her knees and began to make her way up to your face, her hands wrapped around the railing as she loitered over you.

"Tell me," she began, "tell me how much you want it." You felt yourself inhale sharply at her words and paused for a moment to collect your thoughts.

"Please, Natasha, please I want it so bad, I want to taste you, I want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good, please," you whined out pathetically and still she was kneeled over you. "Let me touch you, Nat, please, I'm begging you." Wordlessly, Natasha wrapped her hands around your and brought them up to her hips, while she pressed her own to her clit.

"Tell me again," she whispered, her green eyes boring into yours, and so you did. Your heart raced as she pleasured herself above you, her moans and pitiful whines like music to your ears and you yearned to make her feel good. She gasped and shuddered as she brought herself nearer and you squirmed underneath her, and then she stopped; allowing her climax to dissolve and she heaved over you. Chest rising and falling deeply. 

She brought a hand from the rail and ran her fingers through your hair before she finally lowered herself onto your tongue. You eagerly lapped at her folds, quickly bringing her back to where she had left off, and she was grinding down on your mouth. You moaned at her taste sending satisfying vibrations to her clit and you heard her moan loudly above you. Natasha's head was tilted back as she rubbed at her clit in tight circles and you eating her out as if you were a man starved. And soon her moans came out choked and broken as she gushed over you in a sweet release. She breathed heavily over you before slumping to the side next to you.

"Do you forgive me now?" She questioned with a deep sigh.

"Yes, gods yes," you replied, breathing just as heavy.

[tachimichishrine]

Okay sooooo I’ve been reading your stuff for a couple of days now and IM OBSESSED I love the way you write tachi so if it’s okay, could I request an x reader where the reader is a weapon’s engineer? bonus points if she’s a chemical engineer by profession IF YOU WRITE THIS THANK YOU SO MUCHHHHH have a great day

<AKH TYSM??? giggling isn't a strong enough word i'm rolling on the floor blushing,,, sorry for the long build up and it had less tachi appearances than i intended agagagagagh I hope this is what you wanted, have a lovely day darling ♡>

"blown away"

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tachihara michizou x fem! chem eng! reader

warnings: none :) just fluff n plot, slight cursing n intended lowercase

a searing sting, ringing in ears, ash fluttering all in the surroundings; the world has become a wasteland, and you were nestled warmly in the safety of a suit designed to handle the radiation from the outside. you watched the blocks of metal melt lopsidedly, a displeased tsk accompanying your scowl at the failure. they were not meant to come apart so easily.

"goddamn it!" you yanked the zipper that lined your chest, tearing it off until the oversized suit was open enough to slump off. with a fury that caused every man watching you to clear their throats, become incredibly interested in a speck on their shoes or take a step back out of fear, you pulled off the costume and threw it to the ground. you even spat on it, grumbling vexedly, "that should've worked."

the admiral looked at you with a raised brow, clearly not impressed by your childish reaction. you couldn't care less; this was your one chance of hitting it big. you were hired by the government to create a chemical similar to sleeping gas capable of only targeting the enemy, except they didn't quite want their enemies to take a nap. you had a logical solution, and worked on it with your team for months; today was the demonstration to show all the important men what their money had been funding.

yes, what you did was despicable. you created weapons of mass destruction, turned simple assortments of molecules and rearranged them in a way that could turn a solider inside-out. however, the scope was beyond you; you simply made the tools, and their use was not up to you. many of your colleagues knew about the kind of iron stomach needed to work in this field, and no one ever said a word. you had a cadaver which you mutilated during trials of reactions with the flesh, and not a single person looked each other in the eyes during the tests. yet you all knew that you were more powerful than those who wielded the codes, those who held the guns and those whose whispers into a phone could turn an entire city to rubble. all because you had the ability to create such horrifying devices.

this one had been working up until today's demonstration. it was a highly pressurized container that, when detonated, would slowly disperse in the air and corrode everything except the metal blocks you coated in the other substance that would negate its effects, cancel out the reaction and subsequently keep the bearers intact. however, something seemed to have happened and the bearers were very much not intact.

you were now stripped of the protective gear, walking in the toxic chemicals freely like it was a breath of fresh air. the colonels and officials gawked at you from behind their protective screen, to which you snapped out of your fury and chuckled, seeming almost embarrassed. you didn't know which ones were up to date on abilities, but you decided that it wasn't your job to explain to them that you have the gift of immunity to toxic substances. the suit was a decoration, more than anything, designed to be worn by the rest of your team who were sulking behind you at the disappointing results.

"[_____], knock it off," one of them placed a hand on your shoulder and tried to bring you back to reality. "we were monitoring the conditions, so we'll just have to take a look to see what caused the error."

you scowled, not wanting to admit that they were right. with a shrug to get rid of their hand, you excused yourself and walked over to the pressurized door that separated you from your clients. you threw it open, your clothes starting to fray at the exposure (quite slowly, given that your sweat was doing a pretty good job at protecting them from the chemicals), and stormed inside. the man who'd initially approached you for this job - a nameless colonel, a man whose face you could barely remember - was walking away, disappointed. you didn't like the feeling of failure, but this added insult to injury.

yet, you barely had a choice to follow him and explain that this was a one-off, that your process and methodology was sound and would be peer-reviewed if it wasn't highly politicized and you could publish your work. you left everyone behind as you walked the hallways of the facility to find him.

of course the place was a maze. every hallway looked identical, every door and every room the same and god forbid you put a map somewhere. soon enough, the layout had engulfed you whole and there was nothing you could do to stop it except continue walking and hope you would get out, never mind find the admiral.

you caught a glimpse of a strongly built man, tuffs of white sprouting out the back of his head and you called out to get his attention, given that the way he was walking made it appear that he knew where he was going. he turned around; it was a living legend.

a chance encounter led to you babbling like a fan girl about how incredible the fukuchi ochi was, and he seemed to be enjoying the praise because he walked you down to his office and offered you hard liquor at 2 in the afternoon. you told him that alcohol didn't affect you (your body treated it like a toxic substance and isolated it from your system), but he thought you were exaggerating and challenged you to a drink-off. your day was already ruined from what had just happened, and you figured that this kind of opportunity doesn't come around every day.

you told yourself that it didn't matter and pulled yourself a seat with a grin.

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turns out you were one lucky bastard.

even though you clearly beat him at his challenge, he seemed to take a liking to your spirit and heard you out when you explained your current situation. he must've made some calls or talked to some people, because your funding had not only not vanished the next day, but you were told it was tripling. you had a hard time convincing your coworkers that you didn't give the admiral one hell of a blowjob to make this happen.

you didn't dare venture through the facility and risk being locked out in an area where you didn't have clearance, so you just politely asked around for fukuchi's location in order to properly thank him.

it took a while, but you were told to head to some kind of training grounds at the back of the building. the place itself was mostly underground, given that most of the research happening was highly classified or highly controversial, so you were slightly surprised to find out people actually used the first floor. your clearance didn't let you get in, but you laundered around the door pretending to be on a phone call long enough for someone who did have clearance to open it and be careless enough to let you waltz in behind them.

once you reached what amounted to the backyard of the government facility, you saw fukuchi sitting down lazily, a hand waving around messily while he energetically said something at the two men who were doing alternating pull ups on a bar and a little girl who was doing one-handed push ups while smiling widely at him.

you stepped outside, a little uncertain of what you were intruding on given that it seemed like they were soldiers, but the entire group seemed to be painfully unorganized. despite this, you were set on thanking the old man for what he did, so you took another step.

a man was running towards you on the left, the sweat dripping down his arms and face signaling that he's been running for a long time, and you only heard his footsteps too late. he was zoned in and you were zoned out; your bodies collided and soon enough you were laying on the ground while he teetered on one foot and managed not to follow you downwards.

however, he looked pissed. "who the fuck are you?" he held his hand out, and a pistol levitated from who knows where to snap into his grasp, then pointed at your face.

an ability user. you put your hands up in a sign of innocence, reaching to your government id and pass to explain to him that you worked here and were just looking to talk to fukuchi in regards to your project. he didn't seem convinced.

"look," you sighed, slowly getting yourself up and dusting off the dirt from your clothes, "I didn't mean to run into you, so why don't you just let me walk on over there and talk to the guy?"

he glared at you as you did, and the other three soldiers (you presumed they were, even though you couldn't explain the little girl) noticed your presence and gave you about the same reaction as the redhead did. you regretted coming here, and told yourself that you would just thank fukuchi and get the hell out of here.

you waved at him cautiously, and began to thank him for getting you your funding.

he didn't know who the hell you were.

you knew he was drunk, but it was a logical assumption that he would at least remember your face vaguely, or would've made those calls while sober. apparently this wasn't logical, and right now you were ready to evaporate into the atmosphere and never return.

your brows were furrowed in confusion, and you stammered your way out while trying not to provoke the other people watching you. "I'm so sorry for disturbing you... ahem... hey, how's it going... I'm just gonna walk 'round ya ahah... uh... sorry..."

you ran out nervously before the redhead could point his gun at you again.

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"oh my god, it was awful," you blabbered to your colleagues, recounting the story in vivid detail while burying your face in your palms and bending your torso onto the table. you had a chalkboard up with your new data, and screens were displaying models and atomic structures, since you were three days after the disastrous demonstration and still couldn't figure out what went wrong. "he looked at me like he'd never seen me in his life."

"you sure you didn't just hallucinate the whole encounter?" someone snickered, and you threw your empty coffee cup at them.

"yeah, it happens to me all the time when I forget to sleep for a few days. trust me, it's a sign of greatness."

"oh, shut up," you chuckled, glad you were taking your mind off of things. you all collectively decided to pick up another project in the meantime to show that you were indeed real engineers and could actually do your jobs properly. it was some kind of rocket launching mechanism, and you couldn't do your part until the basic concepts were made so you were just lounging around with the rest of your team, making paper airplanes and throwing them around.

so, you were doing absolutely nothing when the same man from yesterday walked in through the door.

he was wearing a uniform, unlike previously when he was wearing some more breathable clothes for training. he wasn't sweaty and breathing heavily either; in fact, he seemed to clean up quite well. you barely registered his face last time given the circumstances, but it didn't take very long for your posture to fix up and for you to try and fluff your hair in a reflexive response to how nice he looked. the solider seemed to be evaluating the room, your coworkers and you, then cleared his throat.

"your id said you worked in the weapons manufacturing division," he stated as some kind of greeting. you shot looks to the people sitting next to you, who got the hint that this was the guy you were talking about from before. you smiled at him as to not seem like you were guilty of something.

"yeah, I'm [_____]," you restated, hesitating between getting up and offered him your hand or just staying where you were. the latter felt safer, and you just gave him a short introduction of your team and what you did. "once again, I didn't mean to barge in yesterday, it was a misunderstanding. sorry about that."

he shook his head, a little relieved once he confirmed that you weren't some kind of spy or something. you noticed that he was a little more mellowed out while in uniform, almost like he was just angry yesterday because of all the running he did. you stared a bit too long at his features and let him say something you barely registered, turning around to leave.

your body acted alone and you sprouted up to your feet to follow him. "wait, your clearance isn't going to work here, let me-"

the door unclicked on its own and he shot you a coy smirk before leaving.

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your leg bounced nervously as you sat down at an empty desk in an office that wasn't yours. weeks had passed, and the admiral was starting to value your team a bit more now that you had a few concept designs that proved valuable. for some reason, though, he called only you to come and meet him face to face.

that was nearly 30 minutes ago.

you didn't care much for punctuality, but people like him typically did so why on earth were you waiting so long? you couldn't leave, not when you had no idea what the meeting was about. so, you waited patiently and tried your very best not to explode out of your skin.

finally, a knock at the door that was ajar behind you. your head whipped around, and it wasn't the man you were expecting.

"commander fukuchi," you stated, shocked. "I thought my meeting was with..."

he laughed heartily as he took a seat, throwing himself onto the chair so vigorously you thought it would snap in half. "oh, don't mind him. I was told that since I left such a strong recommendation for you, I should hand-deliver this message."

you addressed the first part before the second. "you were told, sir? so you really don't recall us drinking together in your office?"

he laughed again, and you smelled the faint sweetness of alcohol on his tongue. figures. "another thing you shouldn't worry about, [_____]. I'm sure I meant what I said," he added with a nonchalant wave of his hand in the air.

trying not to let your 'don't meet your heroes' moment show too much, you mimicked his laugh and asked the second part of your question. "you mentioned hand-delivering a message?"

the message was actually an assignment: his military division called the hunting dogs were having trouble with their transportation pods. you thought this meant they had a car or something that was totaled, but no, it was an actual transportation pod. he led you out of the room to bring you up to some hangar where you saw the metal contraptions.

he did a really bad job at explaining how they worked, but the concept felt pretty self explanatory when you inspected it. fukuchi told you that some higher-ups are on his back to stop destroying these every mission, and he admitted with a chuckle and rub of the back of his neck that he and his subordinates don't take very well to having it malfunction.

you told him that you would take a look at it, and he burped as an affirmation and strolled out rather happy.

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the project lasted a few weeks.

it was a hinge and wiring problem, things anyone with half a brain could fix in less than a day, but something stupid happened on your first day walking into the hangar to take a look at it.

the man from before was there.

he didn't seem like he wanted to be here, but it was just him so you assumed he was here on some kind of assignment, just like you. you greeted him with the same smile at the previous time, and he didn't bother to return it. he explained that he was here to help you get this thing fixed.

"are you... an engineer?" you raised a brow, careful with your words given that you knew nothing about him except that he was part of the deadliest military division in the country.

his reaction was hard to decipher, a scoff accompanying it when he flicked his wrist upwards and the transportation pod floated up in the air. "no, that's why I'm here."

ferrokinesis. you'd be lying if you said the ease with which he controlled such a large mass wasn't impressive, but it wasn't your place to irritate him even more by talking. you nodded an apology then got back to assessing the device.

you asked him to flip it onto its side, and he did. after you asked, you paused, realizing you still didn't have a name to call him. tachihara, he told you. your lips curled up and you told him that it was nice to finally put a name to his face.

the next day, you tried to speak with him more as you took down measurements in order to create the model and reprint the defective parts. only, he didn't seem to want to talk to you about himself at all, and you hit a dead end.

you kept trying.

it was a mission within a mission, a side quest to this assignment if you will, but you were determined to get to know him. you considered every time you got him to mildly chuckle to be a huge victory, and every word he said was another point for you. you still spent every other day working with your team on the defective toxic gas device, but this project was hand-delivered to you by a man who didn't give you a deadline or a budget, so you considered it a freebie to do anything you want for as long as you wanted. you decided just to redesign the entre thing, and the bonus of spending time with tachihara made it even sweeter.

instead of flat out asking him on a date, you settled for hanging out in the huge hangar, just you and him for hours. he admitted once that it was a nice break from all the weirdos in the hunting dogs, and you just laughed and told him that you liked the little escape too. sometimes you got him to give you feedback about your designs since he would be using these pods, and other times you just tried to scooch your body as close as possible to him while he told you about his most interesting spy missions.

by the time you couldn't stretch out the project any further, you got him to bend the metal plaques into the final shapes you needed and decided that maybe you really should ask him out.

you didn't. you just dropped the final designs onto the desk of your boss and went home regretting your decision.

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you and your team finally got your device to work.

it was something about the concentration, about how you failed to account for the room pressure and how it would vary with the consumption of one substance into another, and you felt triumphant when, this time, you left your protective suit on and watched certain blocks of metal stay intact while others melted into nothingness. you walked over to the ones that were dissolving to run your fingers through it, what was once solid turning into butter as you raked your fingers through it. you gave your coworkers, who were watching from behind the screen this time, a thumbs up which they barely caught from the way they were jumping up and down and hugging each other from glee. the government officials seemed impressed, and it was hard not to burst from the feeling of pride at your success.

they greeted you once you traversed from one side to the other, telling you just how much this will serve the country and save millions. honestly, you knew that they couldn't care less about saving millions, and so did you; you were just happy your product worked.

you were even happier when you saw tachihara watching the entire thing from the corner, smirking at you with his arms crossed over his chest.

almost floating over to him, you asked him about a thousand questions about why he was here, how he knew that you'd be here, what he thought of the demonstration and if he'd want to go out on a date with you.

you had a whole lot of wins that day, but the one that had you smiling into your pillow that night was a three letter word.

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"sssh, shut up, we're gonna get caught!"

you giggled even as you sealed his mouth shut with the palm of your hand, bodies pressed up against each other as you hid inside a janitor's closet.

tachihara was showing you around the entire facility, since you kept asking him about how he had clearance to go anywhere and everywhere without needing a badge. the first date, you took him out, but ever since then he's been showing you spots around the facility that no one ever goes to, ranging from the inaccessible roof to a very sketchy basement spot in which he said privacy was needed before kissing you for hours on end.

this time, you were venturing around a spot where neither of you were allowed and you'd heard footsteps coming from around the corner. you pulled him with you into the closet and could barely contain all of your giggles. he whispered that you were doing this on purpose, and you just pressed a kiss to his forehead as a response.

"you know," you said softly while waiting for the footsteps to disappear, "I never asked how the pods went."

"oh, teruko and tecchou destroyed it anyways," he chuckled. "you were given an impossible task, we all knew it from the start."

"well, thanks for letting me know now," you giggled and your hands rested gently at his hips.

you never thought you'd fall in love for any of the heartless government pawns that worked in the building, but no one could build a weapon so powerful over your heart than him.

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I come bearing a gift!

Alexander Anderson/Reader Smut

Aphrodisiacs

Tags:

Breeding Kink

Biting Kink

Dom!Alexander

Sub!Reader

Dirty talk

NSFW under the cut! Do not proceed if you're under 18!

He'd been acting distant from you all day. Your dear sweet Alexander had hardly spoke to you, much less come near you. You didn't know what was up with him, but you were determined to find out. It wasn't normal for him to act this way, especially not to you. You were his beloved, and you'd been that to him ever since he left the church years ago. You were his respite, his solace, and everything beautiful in life. Those were his words, anyway.

 

You were sitting on the couch in the living room, absentmindedly watching TV as you pondered what you should do. He had holed himself up in your shared bedroom, not even coming out for food when you knocked and told him that dinner was ready. Not even a reply. You would've assumed he was sleeping, were it not for the faint sounds of shuffling within the room. 

 

You considered going up to check on him, but if he was avoiding you like this for this long, he probably had a good reason for it. You didn't believe he would just avoid you for the hell of it. He was always affectionate towards you, from wrapping his arms around your waist while you cooked, to small things like twining his fingers with yours while you both watched the TV. Still, you couldn't help but be worried. You continued to stare at the TV, not really paying attention to what was going on in the show, debating on what you should do.

 

 

 

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Alexander was restless inside of the little bedroom you both shared. He didn't like hiding away from you, but he sure as hell wasn't going to get close to you while he was like this. He didn't know what this feeling was, only the thoughts and images it plagued his mind with. It was unrelenting, almost uncontrollable, and it made him want to do... Less than holy things to you, to say the very least. He must have drank something he shouldn't have at the pub he visited, he figured. Earlier, he'd been out having a drink with some acquaintances, but this feeling hadn't really raged until he'd gotten home. Until he'd gotten near you. When you embraced him when he walked through the door, a white hot sensation had surged through him. Though he was the one in your embrace, he almost felt the desire to pounce on you. That's when he noticed something was wrong. He was always careful and gentle with you, given how strong he was, and how much bigger he was than you. 

 

He locked himself inside of your room shortly after. He wasn't entirely sure what this was, but he wasn't going to let it be the cause of harm towards you. He was going to stay up there, and wait this out. It would be easy.

 

That is what he thought, until he heard the sound of your footsteps coming up the stairs, followed by a call of his name. 

 

"Alex? You've been up there all day... Are you alright? Is there anything you want to talk about?" 

 

Of course you were worried about him, sweet little thing you were. It was adorable how you were concerned for his wellbeing, wanting to take care of him.

 

Though now, he'd like for you to take care of him in a different way. He'd just love to hear your voice wrapped around his name with a different tone of voice...

 

Stop.

 

He scolded himself internally, for allowing his thoughts to dip into that territory. It wasn't like sex between the two of you was a completely foreign concept, but in the few times prior, he was always very gentle, treating you like you might break. Which, was a very real possibility given his size and strength. You were so small, he really didn't want to accidentally hurt you, especially during something as intimate and as special as that kind of encounter between the two of you. 

 

But, despite knowing this, he couldn't stop the ideas that were trickling through his head, threatening to burst into actions if he didn't have more self control. In his thoughts, he'd have loved nothing more than to have you beneath him, trembling and begging for him to fill you up, taking you how he pleased while you took it like the good girl he knew you were. 

 

He once again shook himself out of this train of thought quickly. He couldn't- No, wouldn't do that to you. He didn't even know if you liked that sort of thing, if you'd even be okay with it. What if you saw him akin to some depraved animal? He wasn't going to have that, and he sure as hell wasn't going to have the possibility of hurting you. 

He'd just do this himself, if that's what it took to make this feeling go away. Right now he didn't care how sinful it was, how much it would've sullied his reputation with the church had anyone from his life years ago known this.

 

Even if they did find out somehow, he would've preferred that to the prospect of hurting you. 

 

What he had forgotten, however, was that you'd just come up the stairs to check on him. 

 

And you were outside the door.

 

 

 

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You were really starting to worry about Alexander. He didn't even come out for dinner, and he always loved it when you cooked for him. The sun had set quite a while ago, and still no word from him. You would've thought he was sleeping, were it not for the fact he was an insomniac. Most nights he couldn't even sleep, but he was just content to hold you close to him, listening to the soothing sound of your peaceful breathing.

 

... Wait.

 

The sound you heard from the other side of the bedroom door also sounded like breathing, but it was anything but peaceful. It was ragged, shaky breaths. Now you were really worried. What if he was sick, or upset, or-

 

Oh.

 

The sound of a quiet, muffled groan pulled you out of your racing thoughts. He was most definitely not sick. 

 

Blush rose to your cheeks as you realized the situation. That suddenly made a whole lot more sense, so you thought. Perhaps he was pent up, and didn't want to take out any frustrations on you. You knew he handled you carefully for fear of breaking you, and he often wouldn't initiate because he didn't want to seem like he was trying to demand it from you, even though that's the opposite of how it came off. But still, he was always careful, always mindful. And even during sex, he'd refuse to let go any. His hands would tremble as he balled them up into the sheets, threatening to rip them through. Rather the sheets, which were replaceable, than you.

 

You figured this was the case, and you were half right. What you didn't know was he locked himself away in an attempt to save you from himself, or rather what he may do if he were to lose his self control. The good Lord knew how tempting you could be, how even when he wasn't under the effect of this aphrodisiac, you'd stir up thoughts he'd kept shoved down. Thoughts of making you submit to him, of pure indulgence in his darkest fantasies about you. He was only a man after all, and definitely not immune to your charms. 

 

You contemplated what to do. On one hand, this was extremely private, and even though you were his girlfriend, you shouldn't intrude on his business like this.

 

On the other hand, the sounds he was making was extremely fucking hot. You weren't going to lie to yourself about that. 

 

...Fuck it.

 

You were going to get in that room, and see if you could change his mindset about you being fragile. You could handle more than he gave you before. You could handle him letting loose a bit. At least, you thought so.

 

No better time than the present to find out. 

 

And even if you couldn't, you knew the experience was going to be 100% worth it.

 

You dug around in your pocket, finding the key to your bedroom and inserting it into the handle. Before you turned it, you knocked on the door gently. "Alex? I'm gonna come in, okay?" You heard scrambling, and some muffled protests as you turned the handle. You peeked your head into the room. It was dark, except for the ray of light that had entered from the slightly open door. 

 

There, on the bed, sat a very disheveled, embarassed looking Alexander. His face was flushed, his glasses askew, and his breathing hard. It looked like he was trying to cover himself, but he was having a difficult time. You could see his hands shaking as he gripped the sheets, trying to pull them over himself. Even with that dazed look on his face, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. His chest rose and fell quickly as his eyes scanned over you.

 

You looked so...

 

Your face reddened as you took in the sight of him. Sporting a very obvious hard on, even with his attempt at covering it with the sheet. That look of desperation on his face, the hazy look in his eyes. "Do you, ah... Need help?" You asked sheepishly. Alex's eyes darted away from yours, a look of shame crossing his face. "Ye weren' supposed te see me like this." He muttered, twisting and untwisting his hands into the sheets out of nervousness. Great, now you'd think he was no better than some animal. He'd done it this time.

 

You laughed lightly, a hand coming up to rub the back of your neck. "It's not like I mind... To be honest, you look... Really good like this." You admitted, trying to meet his gaze, but his eyes were still avoiding you. "I can help...? If you'd like me to?" He was surprised for a moment. You... Didn't think poorly of him for this? He was sure that this would lower your opinion of him. Masturbating was still pretty much a foreign concept to him; the nuns that raised him had drilled it into his head that it was something disgraceful. But here you were, even wanting to help him with this?

 

He wanted to say yes so badly, but still...

 

He shook his head, his stare fixed on the floor. Despite the fact you wanted to do this with him, he couldn't look at you out of a mix of shame and embarrassment. "I... Drank somethin' I shouldn' have at the pub earlier today. I don't know wha' it was, bu' it has this really strong effect. I locked myself away to keep from hurting you by accident." 

 

'Hurt me? What-'

 

Oh.

 

Ohhhh.

 

"So, let me get this straight." You began. "You basically drank an aphrodisiac, and you've kept your distance from me so you wouldn't give in, accidentally hurt me?"

 

Damn.

 

It was a little embarrassing when you said it aloud. 

 

"...Yes, exactly. I wan' to do so many things to ye." The red on your face deepened. "Bu' I could never forgive myself if I hurt ye. Yer such a small thing compared teh me. I can barely even keep my self control together around ye righ' now," He admitted. You shivered at the implication. You said nothing, but stepped further into the room and closed the door behind you. 

 

His eyes slowly readjusted to the darkness, with the help of a ray of moonlight shining through the window. You were bathed in soft white light, and he saw you approach him slowly. "Wha' are ye doing?" The bed shifted with your weight as you crawled towards him. "I want to prove you wrong. I can take more than you think I can." You settled on his stomach, cupping his face with both your hands as you kissed him. It started off slow, but turned into something much hungrier. His large hands ghosted over your hips tentatively, shaking violently. He was trying so hard to hold back, still scared that he was going to break you if he gave in.

 

Alex was breathing heavily when you drew back from him, and in the dull light of the room, you could see the hazy look in his eyes. Pure lust. You moved your mouth to his neck, pulling at the skin lightly with your teeth. He let out a hiss as his hands finally settled on your hips, squeezing lightly. Just a bit more...

 

"I'm not going to break, Alex. And even if you did rough me up, to be honest... I'd probably like it." He tightened his grip on your hips, and you smiled. "I want you to be able to let go with me. I want you to have your way with me." You pressed another kiss to his lips, before meeting his heated gaze. "Please?" 

 

Oh, he couldn't keep it together after that. How could he when you asked like that? He planted one hand on the back of your head, pulling you back to him to meet him in another kiss, this one much more heated than the first. You whined, pressing your body firmly against his. He reacted immediately, a low groan rumbling in his throat as he slid you down so you'd be sitting in his lap. He ground his cock against your clothed heat, causing a gasp to slip from you. 

 

"Ye feel that, sweetheart? Tha's all because of yeh. Can hardly resist ye, pretty little thing." You squirmed in his lap, arousal filling your core. He was painfully hard, and you could feel that even through your clothes.

 

God, you wanted that inside of you.

 

"Shit, Alex," You whispered, pressing your hips down harder into his, trying to get more friction. He smirked at you, watching your expression change from coy to something needier. "Yeh're such a needy girl. And just for me? I'm truly blessed." His statement flustered you, causing you to look away, but he wasn't having any of that. He gripped your chin with his hand, pulling your gaze back to him. "Look a' me. I wan' ta see tha' pretty face of yours when I make ye see the pearly gates." You whined, keeping your eyes on him like he wanted. "Good girl. Such an obedient little thing," He purred.

 

Fuck, that sent a spike of heat shooting right through you. Alexander noticed how it affected you when he heard your breath hitch. He smiled at you mischievously.

 

Oh no.

 

"Wha' was that? Ye like it when I praise ye, hmm?" You were so flustered, but you didn't look away, per his previous instructions. "If tha's the case..." He brought one of your hands up to his lips, kissing your palm before continuing. 

 

"Yeh're so beau'iful, so good fer me. Not a day goes by tha' I don' think how lucky I am to have such a sweet little thing all to myself. Beau'iful when yeh're not even tryin'. When yeh're sleepin, enjoyin yer hobbies..." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper.

 

"When yeh're stuffed full o' my cock..." 

 

You let out a quiet moan at that, the heat in your abdomen growing as you tried more and more to grind against him, but he held you firmly in place. "Alex..." You whimpered. "Yeees, my love?" He drawled. "I want it." He raised his eyebrows at you, an absolutely devious look on his face. "Already? I've barely even touched ye, and yeh want me that much?" He didn't say it, but he wanted you far more than you knew right now. He loved to tease you, but he wasn't going to be able to keep this up for much longer. The aphrodisiac was still burning strong in his veins, and having you all over him had only made it worse.

 

"Well, you can't just say stuff like that and expect me not to." You admit, quickly pulling your shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the room. For once, Alex was grateful for your impatience. That, and he loved just how eager you were for him. "You're so fucking sexy when you talk like that..." You murmur, raising up from his lap so you could wriggle out of your pants. You went to unclasp your bra, but he stopped you.

 

"Let me. I wan' ta unwrap this little present yeh've brought me." You nodded, and he curled his arms around you to undo the clasp. It fell away from your chest, exposing you more to him. You shivered, the cool air of the room hitting you fully. He chuckled, lowering his face to your chest. "Ye cold? Poor little thing. Tha's alright, ye won' be fer much longer." He connected his lips with one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it as his free hand went up to knead your other breast softly. You sighed, tangling one of your hands into his hair, your nails scratching his scalp lightly. He groaned, giving a light suck to your bud.

 

Once you started giving breathy whines, he moved on. He held you, swapping your positions. You were lying back into the pillows, and his face was between your thighs, giving soft nips to your lovely skin. 

 

He was going to have to prep you for him; He was proportionate to his size, and that was large. He towered over you easily, being over seven feet. He knew you'd struggle regardless, but he wanted to at least avoid discomfort for you where he could help it.

 

Your underwear was the last thing in his way, and you'd completely soaked those through. He hummed a laugh, before slowly pulling them down your thighs. "Ye look much prettier without these." He tossed the offending garment, and now there was nothing to cover you up. He spread your legs wider, putting your soaking cunt on full display for him. "Damn, sweetheart... Yeh're so wet fer me..." He groaned, taking in the sight of you. Your arousal was leaking down your thighs, and being completely exposed to Alexander just made your core throb in anticipation.

 

He swiped a finger up your slit, collecting some of your moisture before bringing it to his lips, tasting you. This just made you hotter as you watched him, wide eyed. "Ye taste so sweet. So sweet, just fer me." He whispered, before giving full attention to what was in front of him. "You can't just say things like- AaH!" Your sentence was cut short as he licked a stripe from the bottom of your hole to the top, before dipping his tongue into your soaked entrance experimentally. You placed one of your hands on the back of his head, trying to bring him closer to you, but he took both of your hands and held them firmly by your sides. 

 

"If I recall correctly, ye wanted me ta have my way with yeh. So, yeh're goin ta take wha' I give ye." 

 

Fuck, that tone was downright sinful. His words earned him a shudder, and a curse to fall from your lips. Alex chuckled, squeezing your hands lightly. "Watch yer mouth, or I might have ta put it ta work." He warned. You whined, your hips bucking involuntarily at the thought. "Oh? Does the thought of me usin yer mouth excite yeh? Such a dirty girl. Maybe I should teach ye the right way ta behave." He growled, his reprimanding only sending more heat to your core. 

 

"Please, Alex..." You whimpered. How could he deny you when you plead like that? Especially with your honeyed voice wrapped so beautifully around his name, too.

 

Finally he indulged you, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit as he collected more of your juices on his fingers, before slipping one of them inside you. His fingers were already quite thick, so he still took care when prepping you for him. You were all but mewling, your thighs spasming next to the sides of his head as he slowly worked you. He worked one finger in and out of your tight walls, delighted as he found no resistance. You were dripping for him, and he'd barely even done much to you. 

 

God, he loved you.

 

He added another, pumping them a little faster while he attended to your sensitive bud with his tongue, unrelenting in his ministrations. His long fingers eventually found that spongy spot inside of you, brushing up against it. You moaned rather loudly, bucking your hips wildly. You didn't even mean to, but it was all beginning to become too much for your sensitive little body. 

 

"Shit, Alex, there-!" You balled up your fists in his grasp, trying to find purchase amidst what was painfully slowly building up to orgasm. You could feel him smile against you as he pushed his fingers even deeper inside, hitting that spot repeatedly. Your moans got louder, and Alexander felt your walls tightening even more around him. "Alex, I'm-" Just when the twisted up coil in your belly was about to snap, he stopped altogether, pulling his fingers out of you, and backing off from your throbbing sex.

 

"No, yeh're not. Not yet." 

 

You cried out in frustration as the tension in your core slowly ebbed way, leaving you very much unsatisfied and needing more. "Why- I was so close-" You panted, trying to sit up, but he stopped you. He got up and settled between your thighs, gripping your hips tightly. "I need ye now. And yeh're more than ready fer me." You felt the blunt head of his cock prod your entrance, finding no resistance. You eyed his cock hungrily, reminded of the sheer size of him. You're definitely glad he prepared you. He leaned down, kissing you hungrily. You reciprocated happily, running your hands over his shoulders and tangling them in his beautiful blonde hair once again.

 

His lips trailed down your neck, leaving you open mouthed kisses against your pretty, sensitive neck. You relaxed for a moment, but a cry was wrenched from you as he sunk his teeth into the juncture between your neck and shoulder lightly. You arched into his chest, your nails dragging down his sides. He bucked his hips into yours at your reaction, causing the tip of his length to slip inside your entrance with ease. You gasped, trying to push your hips into his to take more of him in, but he held you firm.

 

When he pulled back, he was met with the beautiful sight of your flushed face, half lidded eyes, and your chest rising and falling quickly with your choppy breaths. "Please Alex, I want it, want you inside." Your plea came off of a whiny exhale, and this ignited something in him. He cursed under his breath, pulling you even closer to him as he leaned down next to your ear. 

 

"Yeh'll be lucky if I can even hold back for yer sake, if ye keep talking like tha'." He muttered.

 

"Don't. I told you already I want you to let loose. I'm not gonna break, Alex. So, ruin me," You whispered, pecking a kiss to his lips. 

 

You heard him whisper to himself, something about how lucky he was as he adjusted himself, before slowly slipping into your heat. You grit your teeth as each inch entered. It did sting, and even when you felt full, he still hadn't bottomed out yet. Finally, when he was fully seated in you, you let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. He stretched you out so good, and he hadn't even started moving yet. You reached a hand up, petting his hair as you waited for a moment to adjust to his massive size. Alexander gave you the most lovestruck look - There you were, beneath him, filled to the brim with his cock, taking it so well. Your hair was splayed out in a halo on the pillows, and he thought to himself that he must have been blessed, angel that you were.

 

Finally, you bucked your hips against his, signaling for him to move. He slowly pulled out, leaving only the head in, before thrusting back into your heat with earnest. You gasped at the sensation, the drag of his cock against your tight walls sending delicious waves of pleasure rolling throughout your entire body. Alexander sucked in a sharp breath, both at your noise and at the feeling of you. He spread your legs further apart, before setting a harsh pace, following your earlier instructions to ruin you. You were quickly turned into a moaning mess as his cock drove deeper into you with each meeting of your hips, rubbing up against your sweet spot and kissing your cervix. 

 

One of his hands left your hip in favor of giving attention to your clit, and your moans got even louder as jolts of electricity shot through you. "Alex-!" You cried, digging your nails into his shoulders. This only spurred him on, causing him to curse and drive himself into you even harder. You pushed your hips against his, causing him to slip in even deeper than before, causing a whimper to slip from your lips.

 

Alex looked down at where the both of you connected, watching his cock disappear into you with each thrust. You also looked down, but instead your eyes were locked onto your belly - You could see his length appear there, and this only served to add to the liquid fire coursing through your veins. "You keep doing that, you're gonna end up getting me knocked up-" You chuckled, but that was quickly replaced with a whine as his hips stuttered momentarily, but turned into him grabbing your legs, folding and pressing them upwards against your chest, so he could hit even deeper inside of you. You had no more quips; every sound that came from your mouth had devolved into incomprehensible praises and lewd noises.

 

He leaned down, so his mouth could be level with your ear. When he spoke, his voice was gruff and thick with desire. 

 

"Yeh'd look so fuckin' beau'iful, with yer belly plump with my child. Make such a lovely little wife, just fer me. Maybe I'll give ye one, yeah? I'll stuff ye so full of my seed, there's no way ye won' end up with one." He groaned, just envisioning the sight of sweet little you, with child. A family of his own, with you, his beloved. 

 

Just the thought of that made your gut stir in the best way. You released a breathy moan, your walls squeezing even tighter around his cock, and he smiled at you. "Ye like that idea too? Raising our child? Yeh'll be such a good mother, and an amazin' wife. All fer me." He captured your lips, this time the kiss being less hungrier than before, rather with more passionate fervor, and love. You reciprocated, doing the best you could to cup his cheek with your hand while your body rocked back and forth with the intensity of each roll of his hips against yours.

 

You really did love this man... The idea of having a family with him sounded like your own personal slice of heaven. 

 

Your high was building up quickly, a combination of the ideas he put in your head, and the white hot pleasure that every harsh thrust sent rolling through you. Your mind was fuzzy, at a loss for words. 'I love you's and his name tumbled repeatedly from you, your poor head not being able to conjure up many other things to say. Alexander's pace was becoming inconsistent, a mix of deep and shallow thrusts, signaling his end was also fast approaching. 

 

"A-Alex, I'm close-!" You whined, your nails scratching down his back. You were on the edge, so ready to tumble over. "Cum fer me, my love." He grunted, his voice strained as he took in that beautiful fucked out look on your face. He did that, he was the one to make you feel so blindingly good.

 

Your high hit you like a freight train, and you all but screamed as burning hot pleasure ripped through you. Your walls clamped down hard on his cock, and your release spilling over him is what caused him to reach his end. You felt his warmth flood you, making you feel so very full. 

 

Alexander was bracing himself on his arms overtop of you, hovering there in favor of falling on top of you. The both of you were panting hard, trying to catch up. Finally he pulled out of you, almost reluctantly. A final whine slipped from you as he dragged against your overstimulated walls. He watched his cum leak out of you, the sight of you being filled so full with him almost lighting him up again. He reached down, pushing a finger into you to keep the rest from leaking out. You were flustered once your mind finally caught up to where you were and what had just happened. Alex leaned in, pressing one last slow kiss to your lips. When he leaned back, he was smiling at you sheepishly. 

 

Damn, talk about a 180. He looked so embarassed after basically trying to get you pregnant.

 

...

WAITTHATWASSOMETHINGTHATHAPPENED.

 

Memories of all he'd just said flooded back to you, and you covered your face with your hands out of newfound shyness. He wanted you to be his wife? And to raise a kid with you??

 

And you didn't even dislike the idea.

 

When you uncovered your face, you were looking at very confused, but cute Alexander.

 

"Alex, sweetie. You really want to raise a kid, with me?" 

 

A genuine smile spread across your face as you watched a pretty shade of pink spread across his, all the way up to the tips of his ears. Adorable.

 

He covered part of his face with one hand, trying to hide his now flustered self as what exactly he said came back to him. "Lord, I didn' mean to say tha' out loud-" He mumbled, his voice muffled slightly by his hand. "But you diiiid," You teased. " 'I'll stuff you so full of my seed, there's no way ya won't end up with one'~" You mimicked a scottish accent, though it was pretty shoddy. He made a sound that was a cross between a laugh at your attempt at his accent, and a small noise of embarrassment. 

 

You sat up, crawling towards him as you took his hand in yours, moving it away from his face. "Hey, look at me." Alex met your gaze, almost taken aback by the sheer amount of love you looked at him with. "I'm not opposed to the idea..." You said, sheepishly. "As long as it's with you. Especially the idea of being your wife." Your tone dipped to something soft, genuine, loving. He smiled at you, so full of happiness as he pulled you into his embrace. "I love ye so much, sweetheart. How did I ever get blessed with an angel like yeh?" He murmured against your skin, littering it with small kisses. 

 

You hummed a laugh, leaning up to reach his forehead as best you could, planting a kiss on it. "I love you too, you big softie."

[dirt-str1der]

Saejima and majima are so guys that walk around the city for hours and then ask okay where are we going / idk i was following you / but i was following you

[ac3ifix]

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[steakbones]

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[his-angell]

"breathe for me." (l.mh)

plot; Stray Kids was doing an interview, promoting their new album. A loud noise causes Y/ns anxiety to spike. She does her best to keep calm, but she was showing signs of a panic attack coming on. Minho took notice immediately. He did his best to reassure her till the cameras shut off. The moment they did, he was quick to help calm her down through a panic attack. paring; fem!9th!member!reader x BestFriend!Lee Minho genre; angst, comfort word count; 2.0k warnings; anxiety, unhealthy habits (scratching, biting/picking lips, pinking skin, holding breath), dissociation, descriptive panic attack, 9th member reader, third person request?; no

The interview was going fine. In fact, it was going rather smooth. Too smooth. (y/n) was always nervous during interviews, but this one seemed to tweak her in the wrong way. She had been picking at her fingers, one of the first tells that she was nervous. She didn't really like this interviewer. They were getting oddly personal. She was sure they didn't mean to, but something about them just threw her off.

Minho took a deep breath. He gently nudged her ankle with his foot, trying to get her to stop picking. She kinda just gave a closed lipped smile to him and looked back forward. She hadn't gotten the memo.. She continued to pick at her fingertips.

"So, (y/n)! How did you like this new concept? You seemed to really enjoy the outfits this comeback." The man read from his card before placing it his lap. (y/n) gave a small smile, nodding. "I loved this new concept! I think it brought a-" She was cut off as a loud crash interrupted her. She was quick to cover her ears.

Small pants shook her body as she looked down. One of the studio lights had fallen over. The other members were startled, but (y/n) was thrown off completely. Minho was quick to gently place a hand on her knee, trying to comfort her the best he could. He looked up to the staff, about to ask for a break, but they were told to keep going with the interview. They had fixed the light, and readjusted the cameras so they could continue.

(y/n) let out a shaky breath as she looked back up. Luckily, her question was sort of glanced over now. The focus was moved to Felix, who beamed as he spoke about the fun filming process. (y/n) was fidgeting worse than she had been before. She was scratching at the back of her hand. She was chewing at her lip. Her eyes flickered back and forth between her members and the staff. She just wanted to be done already. She was about to snap.

Minho could tell. He knew that she had issues with interviews in the first place, but the loud noise did not help. He could see it. In the way she rocked back and forth, or the way she scratched and bit at her skin. He was trying to get her to stop the best he could without drawing attention to her.

It felt like ages before the interview finally ended. (y/n) had never gotten up faster. She didn't even allow staff to take off her mic. She rushed away from the others and into a secluded part of the studio. She couldn't breathe. She was hot. Her vision was growing fuzzy. She crouched down, hugging her head to her knees as she tried to calm down. "Not now.. Not here.." She trembled quietly to herself.

Minho tried to rush after her but was stopped by staff. "I have to help her," He tried, but he was waved off. "She just needs air. I need your equipment." The staff said, moving behind him to start unhooking the microphone from his belt. Minho shrugged him off. "You can get it in a second! There's others you can tend to!" He said harshly, rushing over to where he saw (y/n) rush off too.

Minho crouched down to her, gently pulling her hands away from her head. He hated the way she would always tug at her beautiful hair.. He held her wrists in one hand and gently grabbed her chin with the other. "(y/n), I need you to look at me." He said. He already knew what was happening. The first few times this happened, he was clueless on what to do. But after a few times, he learned what she needed and what she didn't. He knew how to take care of her, and he would in every way he could.

(y/n) slowly looked up. her eyes were fuzzy, her head was heavy. her lips were numb from hyperventilating. "Min-Min- I ca-can't brea-breathe!" She sobbed. She tugged her hands away from his grip and gripped onto her chest, as if trying to pull away the burning that consumed her lungs. "It hurts!" She cried. She was tugging at her top, the long sleeve no help to her right now.

Minho took a deep breath, glancing back to where the other members were. He noticed a few of them looking over with concerning glances. He made a motion for drinking, hoping they would get the hint and bring him water. He turned back to (y/n), gently grabbing her hands again. "I need you to breathe with me, okay?" He tried. The woman shook her head. "I can't! It-It's- I'm too hot-!" She sobbed.

Minho shook his head. He hated being stern with her, but he knew that that's what she needed right now. "(y/n), yes you can. In, hold it, out. In, hold it, out." He said. "Do it with me, okay?" He nodded, slowly starting to do the breathing with her. (y/n) stared at him through her teary eyes. She again tried tugging her hands away, but this time, Minho knew better and held them slightly tighter. He rubbed his thumbs over her knuckles. Jisung rushed over with two bottles of water. Minho thanked him quietly, motioning for him to set them down.

Jisung did as he was instructed. "Can I help at all?" He mumbled quietly. (y/n) hung her head low, holding her breath. She trusted the others, sure, but not enough to be this close to her while shes like this. She trusted Minho with this stuff only. She held her breath in attempts to try and act like she was calm. Minho was quick to shake his head. "No, sorry, Ji." He mumbled. Jisung waved a gentle hand before he walked away quickly. (y/n) gasped for air, sobbing out.

She yanked her hands away and started scratching at her thighs. "Minho- I-I can't do-do this-" She shook her head, refusing to make eye contact with him. Minho took a deep breath. He figure that this was one of her times where she didn't wanna be touched. He nodded a little. "Yes, you can, jagi." He whispered. "I need you to stop scratching." He said sternly. "Sit on your hands, remember?" He said, slipping his own hands bellow his thighs and holding them down.

(y/n) looked at him nervously. She stared at his hands bellow his thighs. She clenched her jaw. She slowly moved to sit on top of her hands. She sobbed out, the uncomfortable feeling of needing to do something with her hands unbearable. "You're doing so good, jagi. Now keep breathing for me." Minho said, starting her with a few breaths. While she breathed, he moved to open one of the water bottles. He held it forward, helping her drink. She hummed once she was done, and he pulled the water away.

(y/n)'s body still trembled. Tears were dried to her cheeks, her makeup smeared and ruined. Her body was still hot and tingly. Now was just the uncomfortable stage.. Cooling down after working herself up. She looked at Minho with timid eyes. "It hurts," She whimpered. Minho nodded softly. "I know, I know." He hushed. He made no move to touch her yet, in case she wasn't ready.

After a few minutes she was. She slowly uncurled from herself and hid herself in Minhos chest. Minho wrapped his arms around her and gently rubbed her back. "You did so good, jagiya." He praised quietly. (y/n) closed her eyes, shaking her head softly. "I was so.. So dramatic." She hiccupped. She had those small hiccups you get after working yourself up so much. She held her hands tightly together, trying to keep from ringing her fingers together. She let out a shaky breath.

Minho hummed and shook his head. "You weren't dramatic at all, (y/n)." He said. "You know better than to say stuff like that after you have a moment like that." He added. He was trying to get her to be better about not criticizing herself after having a panic attack or anything of the sorts. He gently moved to look at her. "Can we talk about what set you off?" He asked. "Can we get home first?" The woman asked quietly. Minho nodded. "Of course. Lets get your equipment off and lets get you home." He said, kissing her head softly.

So thats what they did. He helped her over to the staff, helping keep her stable, since her legs were still jelly. He helped get her makeup off, having stolen a few makeup wipes from the stylists. He gathered his stuff as well as hers, carrying it out to the cars that would be taking them home. (y/n) ended up falling asleep against the window. Minho let her sleep, knowing how exhausted she got.

Once they got to the dorms, he woke her gently, helping her out of the car and walking with her up to the dorms, which luckily they shared. She was so tired. She trudged to bed after kicking off her shoes. She had changed into some comfortable clothes, sitting slumped in her bed. She was always so tired and done after a panic attack. It took so much out of her, all she wanted to do was sink into her bed and never wake up.

Minho had told her to give him a second while he made her tea and changed his clothes. He at least got his clothes changed.. By time he went in to check on her to see what tea she wanted, she was falling asleep sitting up. He sighed. He was glad he didn't turn the kettle on.. He went around, turning off the lights before heading to her room. "Jagiya, hey," He gently rubbed her shoulder.

(y/n) jumped a little bit, whining as she looked up at Minho. She frowned and rubbed her eyes. "Sorry.. I was trying not to fall asleep.." She grumbled. She yawned softly, covering her mouth. "You're okay, (y/n). I know you're tired." Minho said. "Before you sleep though.. I do wanna talk about what set you off today." He took a deep breath, sitting next to her. The woman whined and covered her face with the paws of her hoodie sleeves. "I don't want to! I'm tired, and it was stupid!" She whined into her hands.

Minho pried her hands away from her face and held them gently. "You know you'll feel better if you talk about it." He said with a small shrug. She squinted at him, knowing that he was right. She sighed. "I've just been off all month.. There were too many people in that studio. it was cramped." She shrugged. "Then the freaking light, it pushed me over the edge. I really thought I was gonna be able to go a day without freaking otu, Min." She frowned, looking down. Minho hummed. "But that doesn't mean theres not other days you can't beat, jagiya." He said, giving her a small smile.

"This is just one bad day. Tomorrow will be better." He gently tucked her messy hair behind her ear. "Its okay to have a bad day." He said softly. (y/n) slowly nodded. She let out a shaky breath. "Thanks, Min." She said quietly. Another yawn slipped past her lips. "Will you sleep with me tonight?" She asked sheepishly. Minho chuckled softly. "You mean like I have been for the past week?" He teased. (y/n) rolled her eyes jokingly, a small smile cracking her lips. "Yes, like you have for the past week." She giggled softly.

Minho hummed and nodded softly. "Yeah, sure, jagi," He chuckled. He laid down, gently getting under her blankets and opening them for her. (y/n) cuddled under the sheets, cuddling into Minhos chest. "Thank you, Min." She whispered. "Mm, no need to thank me." Minho said as he reached over to turn her lamp off. "I love you.." She mumbled sleepily. Minho chuckled softly and kissed her head. "I love you too, jagi." He yawned as he wrapped his arms around her, soon falling asleep after her.

[b2cute]

Tense

matt and fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n, fluff, pet names, that’s it enjoy :)

word count: idk

*y/ns pov*

I drop my bags almost immediately after entering the triplets house. It was finally the weekend and they, mostly Matt, invited me to spend the night after work. I wasted no time saying yes since I was free and find myself now heading up the stairs into their LA house. I throw my shoes off nearby the second case of stairs and walking to Matt’s bathroom to freshen up.

I figured they were all in their rooms doing their own thing so I decided to throw a movie on the couch as to not bother them. I across through netflix until a show caught my eye as I begin to watch.

*matts pov*

It’s been about two hours since y/n was supposed to be home and honestly, she was starting to worry me. She hasn’t entered my room at all or contacted me. Ending the livestream, I head over to the kitchen to grab my phone and call her when I see an arm with painted acrylics hanging from the white plush couch.

I smiled to myself and headed over to see y/n sprawled out on top of the pillows in what seemed like the most uncomfortable position known to man. “Y/n, y/n sweetheart come to my room it’s freezing out here” I whisper in an attempt to soothe her already furrowed eyebrows. “What?” She questions, rubbing her eyes with her hands and lifting herself off the couch. She immediately winces from the pain in her back. “Let’s go sweet girl, I’ll take care of you just get changed and go lay in bed” I whisper, leaning over to plant a short but sweet kiss on her lower cheek.

With that y/n gets up from bed and heads over to my room while I tidy up the living room and take her phone to place on the charger. I head over to the kitchen fill up a cold glass of water how she likes it and shuffle into the bedroom.

The lights were dim with my computer screen flashing white, and the black silk covers were hidden with y/n on top of them. I make my way over to the monitor and shut the computer down as I change out of my clothes, leaving my boxers on. I look over to see y/n tensed up on the bed with a distressed expression painted on her tired face. “What’s bothering you, my love? Talk to me” I say as I climb into the bed hovering over her. “My back, it’s hurting from god knows what” she replies. My heart aches to see her in pain. Whenever I’m sick she calls out of work to take care of me, and here I was feeling helpless. “Oh baby” I whisper leaning to give her a light hug where she tenses up even more under my touch.

After a moment of holding y/n, an idea pops up in my head. “Baby, can you lay on your stomach for me please?” I ask, my face bright from the idea. Confused, y/n turns around nonetheless and rests on her stomach, her head turned to the right facing Matt. “Okay, this might hurt at first but then it’s going to feel good, I promise” I reassure and I slowly straddle my poor girl.

“Matt, what are you doing, I’m not in the mood” She rolls her eyes and lets out a soft chuckle. “No, baby, not what you think we’re doing just close your eyes and relax— here” I hand her the remote lying next to my pillow, “play some music that will soothe you.

Y/n lets out a soft sigh as she hits a playlist with some of her favorite songs, the first one being my personal favorite too. I let out a content hum and I place my hands and the hem of her hoodie and slowly lift it, careful not to hurt her.

I get up momentarily to grab some moisturizer and come back to see y/n almost drifting to sleep once again. I return to straddle her, resting my weight on her butt to not hurt her, and sink. I begin to lather the moisturizer and carefully carefully spread it through her back.

Y/n tenses up again and furrows her eyebrows, as a way of saying “Too rough.” I quickly stop my tracks and go light as I begin on her lower back, kneading the muscles and massaging them. “Baby, you’re so tight, what’s been bothering you” I question, she shrugs before responding. “I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is, work has been overwhelming, not living with my mom and dad anymore, it’s just starting to get to me a bit, you know?” her response was just a little bit louder than the music behind us “Yes, baby, of course, I understand, moving to LA with Chris and Nick was the last thing I expected to happy to me, but look at here we are, as long as you’re happy with the decisions you make, there should be no reason for you to feel stressed about it, and don’t bottle it up and take it out on yourself, please come talk to me right away, my love” I reassure her and I move my hands up to the middle of her back. She lets out a soft nod and smiles as I work my hands into a circular motion, getting all the knots and undoing them.

After five minutes or so, y/n starts to relax her shoulders, perfect for me to reach over and massage them myself. She lets out a breath that’s been held and immediately relaxes under my touch, for the first time today. As I smile to myself. I bend over to kiss her on the back of her neck, hugging her from behind.

We stayed like this for a while, drifting off to sleep when a loud bang was heard from the kitchen. I quickly sit up, causing y/n to return to consciousness. “What was that” she asks, her voice groggy. “I’ll go check baby,” I say as I crawl out of the bed, the blanket never leaving us.

I head over to the kitchen, annoyed, as I stare at Chris and Nick laughing their asses off. “What’s so hilarious you had to be this loud” I groan, still half-asleep. They just stared at each other momentarily before laughing again, Nick holding onto the counter for stability while Chris cried. “It's just this—” again cut off by more laughing. I glare at the two until I notice the grip of Chris’s phone and a silhouette of my bed displayed. I walk over there and snatch the phone from Chris’s hand, only to see a picture of me and y/n asleep.

I bite back a laugh as I roll my eyes in annoyance, turning to my room. “You guys are ridiculous” I yawn, and all you can hear is their snickers fading away.

I enter the dim room to see y/n perched up against the headboard, her phone in her hand. “Everything alright, Matt?” she asks, tilting her head slightly. “Everything’s fine, baby, let’s just go back to sleep please” I groan, my voice was becoming tired and my eyelids were fighting to stay open. “I’m energized and my back feels amazing. Come here let me make you feel better” she grins, steering and opening her arms.

I waste no time practically jumping onto the bed. I bring my head onto y/n’s chest, my cheeks resting on her breast and my legs on top of hers. My arms snake around her waist and my eyes shut due to the lack of sleep I've had. “Get some rest, pretty boy” she whispers. Y/n’s hand played with my messy hair as she reached over to plant a kiss on my forehead. “Mm- love you” I mumble before finally resting, safe in y/n's arms.

The end hoes 😜

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[shortcakesturns]

𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - M. STURNIOLO.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫: 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧: 𝐘/𝐧, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐲/𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲/𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧?

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏,

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭-𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 (𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓)

The lights of the stadium are bright, the sky is a hue of pink and purple. You stand on the turf, the other cheerleaders holding a paper sign for the players to run through. You stand on the side ready to tumble once the music plays, you shake those nerves and lock in. Seeing the amount of people in the crowd made you nervous, and suddenly you snapped out of your thoughts when it’s your cue to tumble right before the boys go.

You feel your self flip in the air, and try your hardest to hit. Within seconds you’ve hit every move and run off to the track before the players can burst through the paper. You watch from afar as they fire themselves up and then you see Matt Sturniolo leading the boys and running towards the paper.

they burst through the paper and the game begins. Tension was elevated due to it being a rival game. The boys stand on the sidelines and the whistle blows.

*your pov*

I turn to face the crowd.

“M-O-V-E!” I yell out the start of the cheer.

“MOVE THAT BALL!” the rest of the cheerleaders join in, repeating this cheer 4 more times before facing the field yet again.

I look around on the sideline and see my boyfriend Brad in his little group, with the star player my enemy Matthew Sturniolo and I roll my eyes and return my eyes to the field.

*3rd person*

Matt stands there waiting to be put in when he overhears brad, “I have news everybody, so I fucked y/n, alright?” Matt glances back then back to the field as players dab brad up. “but that’s not it, so after I had gone to y/ns house I went over to Jamie’s house okay? Fucked that bitch too.” Matt looks back at brad.

“come on man, don’t you think that’s fucked up?” Matt asks.

“nah brother, listen if any of y’all wanna hit that- right back there,” he points to you. “after I break with her tonight, she’s free game.” all of the players hype Brad up as Matt stands there staring at brad blankly, matt glances back to you cheering. As much as he hates you. He can admit that no girl deserves what’s happening to you.

“Brad that’s disgusting, get a life dude.” Matt scoffs and turns to the field again, and brad pulls him to face him.

“why do you care? you hate her.” brad looks confused.

“Because no girl deserves that, I’ve had my fair share of being a player, but I’ve never fucked and dipped, I don’t cheat and as much as I hate her I’m man enough to tell you, that you're fucked up.” Matt looks back at Brad before being pulled into the game by the coach.

Time passes as countless cheers are cheered and your nerves began to go away, we were up 28-26.

Tension was still very high and it was the start of halftime, so you could go walk around and talk to Brad. You leave the track with an adrenaline high, and run to brad giving him a huge hug. Brad had played all 2nd quarter.

*your pov*

“Hey babe, how’s it going out there?” I say in a very bubbly mood, still high off the happiness.

His friends surround him, pat his back laughing, and leave into the locker room.

“it’s pretty good out there? am I gonna see you tonight?” he smiles.

“I don’t know, I have things to do.” I look around and glance at Matt all sweaty and slowly walk towards the locker room.

“Really, so you don’t have time for your boyfriend?” brad begins to get upset.

“I- um I’m sorry.” I look into his eyes, blackened with anger.

Brad grabs my wrist and puts me up against the concrete wall I feel the wind being knocked out of me and a sharp pain.

“your not sorry you bitch.” Brad groans.

“HEY, hey get off her!” Matt runs over, pushing Brad off.

“You don’t touch women like that.” Matt stands in front of me. I begin to walk back to the track and Matt blocks Brad from getting through.

Brad shoves Matt as I’m halfway back to the cheering spot of the track, still visibly shaken. As if it couldn’t get worse I hear Brad walking towards me angrily and I look at the crowd and all eyes are on Brad.

“Brad get away from me.” I put my arms in front of my body as if i’m shielding myself. I hear a loud slam, I look up and see Matt on top of him holding his hands down.

“y/n get the coach, now, run I don’t know how much longer I can hold him.” I nod and sprint towards the locker room, I don’t enter but I open the door and scream for the coach.

“Please, help, Brad is trying to hurt me and Matt is holding him down, please I don’t know how long he can hold off Brad.” I plead as the coach rushes out and spots the two on the field.

Brad and Matt are standing up now landing blows on eachother, I watch in shock as Matt yells out obscenities and the coach pulls him off. Matt has a bloodied lip and all i can do is put my hands over my mouth.

A coach pulls me to the side and asks me what happened while the other holds Matt back as he shouts at Brad still.

After I explain, the coach escorts Brad off the field and the other lets Matt go. Matt walks over to me.

“Listen, I know you don’t like me, I know we’ve been shitty towards each other but I have to tell you, I heard Brad talking about how he fucked Jamie. I get y’all didn’t exactly break up…yet,” Matt looks down and then at me again. “go to homecoming with me tomorrow.”

i’m in shock from Brad cheating and Matt asking me to homecoming. “What??!!” my jaw is on the floor.

“close your mouth before you catch flies, just make him jealous. okay? I’ll pick you up tomorrow.” he nods and then walks away but turns around as he’s a short distance from me. “text me if you need me, I’m sorry, he’s a dick.” he turns back around before I can say anything.

“okay.” I say loud enough for him to hear me.

I began to walk back to my spot to cheer since the game wasn’t over. All I could think about was Matt.

[band--psycho]

Harvey Specter x Reader- Stop Being So Stubborn

This story was requested by a lovely anon!!

Thank you so much for the request! (I'm also going to put this as a story for my A-Z Writing Challenge)

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Third Person POV

“Looks like Y/ns finally gone home,” Mike stated, sipping his coffee before looking over at the office across from Harvey’s.

Pretty much everyone at the office has been telling her to go home and rest; Harvey knew that even though he was one of the very few people who hadn’t said those words to her, partially because he didn’t want to get his head bitten off.

“I wouldn’t be so sure on that,” Harvey replied, not lifting his eyes from his paperwork once.

Y/n was as stubborn as he was, he knew her and he knew that just because she wasn’t in her office didn’t mean that she’d gone home. 

On late shifts such as these, the most common place to find Y/n was down in the library. 

So once Mike left, a few moments after their conversation, that’s where Harvey headed, but not before stopping off in the kitchen to make Y/n a much needed hot drink. 

“I thought I’d find you here,” he said as he entered the room.

A small sigh left Y/ns lips, “Congratulations on using your excellent detective skills,Mr Specter.”

The sarcasm in her voice was clear, as was the frustration at the interruption. 

“It wasn’t that hard, I could hear you sneezing from the hallway,” Harvey pointed out as he made his way closer to her:

“If you’re here to tell me to go home you’re wasting your breath,” she mumbled; her slightly bloodshot eyes fixed on the book infront of her.

Harvey was silent for a few moments as he sat down on the chair next to her and placed the drink he’d made her next to her, before saying, “You need to rest,”

He could tell she hadn’t been sleeping, not because of her snappy mood but because of the dark circles under her eyes. 

For a brief second her eyes left the page and glanced over at the hot drink now next to her. 

“I’ll rest when this case is over,” she mumbled, turning her attention back to the book she was reading. 

“If you don’t rest, you’ll make yourself worse and potentially lose the case,” Harvey was trying to be reasonable; make Y/n see that there was no way she could go into court and present the case, when she was like this, and win. 

He knew how hard she’d been working on this case and how much she wanted to impress everyone by winning it; the case meant a lot to her, he didn’t want her own stubbornness to be the reason she lost it. He didn’t want all her hard work to have been for nothing. 

“I’m fi-” 

Before Y/n even got the chance to finish that sentence she went into a coughing fit; which then made her eyes water. 

“You were saying?” Harvey said with raised eyebrows as he looked at Y/n and nudged the hot drink closer to her.

“Shut up,” Y/n mumbled, sipping on the hot drink he’d made her, hating that she’d inadvertently proved Harvey right, but also savouring the brief relief the hot drink provided her throat.

“Sweetheart-” Harvey began; his eyes soft as he looked at her, silently urging her to just stop being so damn stubborn.

“I need to finish this case,” the bluntness in her reply was an evident sign of her frustration; and the fact that Harvey only ever called her sweetheart when he was worried about her. 

“And you can,” he assured her as he placed his hand on top of hers lightly, it made a small wave of relief wash over Y/n, knowing that she didn’t have to fight him about this anymore; because she didn’t have the energy to do so. 

That was until a singular word made all of that relief vanish, “Tomorrow”

“Harvey-”

“If you don’t, I’ll tell Jessica to give the case to someone else,” Harvey interrupted, trying to ignore the guilt that gnawed at his heart when he saw the anger building in her y/e/c eyes.

It was a low blow; he knew that, but he was running out of options .

“You wouldn’t,”

“Do you really want to test that theory?”

“Blackmailing is illegal, you know,”

Of course he knew. 

But he also just didn’t really care about that. 

He cared about her. 

And making sure that she got the rest she so clearly needed.

“I’m aware, but if it means you can get some rest then I’m willing to do it,”

Y/n stared at him; as if trying to work out if he was serious about the threat he just made. 

“Fine,” she sighed in defeat as she closed the book she was reading. 

“Good,” Harvey concurred, “now drink your drink so we can get out of here,”

The shock was evident in Y/ns eyes at his words. 

“I can get home by myself,” she stated bluntly, putting her bay over her shoulder.

“It’s 10pm, in the middle of winter and you have a cold, like hell are you walking home, I’ll drop you there,” Harvey wasn’t asking; he was telling her that this was happening. 

He didn’t want her walking home, alone, not this late. 

“I need to go to the store-” 

“What’s this?” She asked cutting off her own sentence as Harvey handed her a small bag. 

“I asked Donna if she could get some medicine from the store,” Harvey explained. 

It wasn’t much, just some cold and flu relief, throat sweets, painkillers for the headaches he knew she got. 

He watched as the anger that had been burning in her eyes began to dwindle, “If I didn’t have a cold right now I would kiss you.”

The words came out of her mouth before she could stop them; but she didn’t regret them, not really. 

Her and Harvey had always been close and especially recently, their connection only seemed to grow. 

Harvey tried to stop a beaming smile from touching his lips but he couldn’t.

“How about we take a rain check for when you’re better, I’ll even take you out for dinner,if you want?” Harvet asked, and although he looked calm, his heart was racing so fast he was almost sure Y/n could hear it.

“Mr Specter, are you asking me out on a date?”

“Miss Y/l/n I believe you were the one who said you wanted to kiss me,” Harvey countered, “and yes, yes I am,”

He didn’t give her time to answer; they could discuss all of this tomorrow right now, it was getting later and Harvey was aware of that. 

“Now let’s get you home.”

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[sleepysturn]

1 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒 - 𝖼.𝗌. ౨ৎ

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in which it’s your and chris’s one year anniversary and chris makes a special instagram post for her.

TW: none! maybe cursing if you think that’s a TW

a/n: hey pretty people!! i’m really excited to write this! i hope you enjoy this!! please leave requests and look at my masterlist to see if you want anything to be posted! love youuuu! ౨ৎ

notes: (when speaking: chris | y/n )

🏷️: @luv-sturno @luvr4miya @miss-delicious

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flashback

chris and y/n have been best friends their entire lives. y/n had bad experiences with men before this.

one night y/n walks into chris’s room with tears.

“what’s wrong, sweetheart”

chris said with a frown.

“he cheated on me.. he’s had another relationship with a different girl the entire time.”

she said in tears.

“oh y/n.. c’mere.”

she walked over to his bed and sat down next to him. he put her into his arms to comfort her.

“why am i unlovable..”

“you’re not.. men just suck. no i take that back. boys suck. a real man wouldn’t treat you like that.”

“but this is the second time i’ve been cheated on. and that was my second relationship.”

she cried into his shoulder.

“you’ll find someone i promise.”

“i’m never dating anyone ever again..”

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a month after that, chris has spent all of his free time with y/n to make her feel loved and safe. she needed it and chris wanted to be with her.

chris and y/n have both developed feeling for each other over the time.

chris took y/n to the spot they have been going to since they were around 16.

that’s where he asked her to be his girlfriend.

y/n was hesitant about it due to her past relationships, but she knew chris was a good person. he was the man, not boy, she needed.

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5:49PM they aren’t together

chris and y/n were going to be together for exactly one year tomorrow at 7:32PM.

after y/n said yes, he was sure to look at the date and even the time to make sure when this time came, he could make the perfect post on instagram.

before chris went to y/ns house, he got the post set up and set an alarm on his phone.

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chris arrived at y/ns apartment.

y/n buzzed him in and waited at the door for him to walk in. she was really excited to see him. this has been the only real relationship she has been in and she really loved chris.

chris opened the door and received a tight hug the minute he walked in.

he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head.

they eventually pulled away and chris handed her a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

y/n smiled and took them.

“awww chris.. i never knew you were such a romantic.”

she said in a slight teasing tone.

neither chris nor y/n were very romantic, they were just happy to spend time together and been themselves.

“yeah but this day is important. we have to be a least a little romantic.”

he said smiling at her.

“also.. happy almost one year, ma.”

“almost?”

she looked at in confusion.

“well whenever you said yes i looked at the time so i would know the exact time when this day came.”

she smiled at him and looked down.

“and what time was that?”

“exactly 7:32PM”

“aww chris i love you..”

she hugged him tightly once again nuzzling her head in the crock of his neck.

“i love you more baby..”

he kissed the top of her head once again.

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the time came and chris pulled out his phone.

*christophersturniolo posted for the first time in a while*

“go look at what i posted”

chris said excitedly.

i grabbed my phone curiously and opened instagram.

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liked by matthew.sturniolo, nicolassturniolo, and liked by 412k others

christophersturniolo happy 1 year to my amazing, beautiful, hot, sexy, gorgeous, pretty, funny, perfect girlfriend (wife). you are truly the best thing that has ever happened to me. i am so proud to be able to call you mine. i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. thank you for putting up with all my bullshit and thank you for always being there for me. i don’t know what i would do without you. you’ve helped me through everything since day 1. i can’t wait for more years to come. i love you so so fucking much. 🩷

matthew.sturniolo this is the cutest shit i’ve ever seen. congrats you guys🤍

nicolassturniolo if you don’t get married and have 278293916 kids, i’ll end my life.

y/n.y/l/n i love you so much chris. happy one year baby☹️🩷

christophersturniolo i love you more mama🩷

user529716793753 i want and NEED this

sturnioloeats THIS IS SO CUTE

hater5178 they won’t last😂

nicolassturniolo you won’t last in these comments 😂 *block cutely*

fan5289 NICK ATEEE

fan9290 jealous jealous jealous giiirll

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y/n looked up from her phone in tears and looked over at chris.

“what’s wrong baby..”

“i love you so much. i don’t deserve you”

“you deserve everything”

chris leans in and kisses her.

“i love you baby. happy one year..”

“i love you more. happy one year.”

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[coco-loco-nut]

Bridgerton - Oscar

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: you return from france to find your childhood best friend grown up

a/n: ok, part two of season three was kinda a let down, but we are celebrating with a second Bridgerton/Regency AU

masterlist

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“Miss Y/n L/n,” you are introduced to the matriarch of the Russell family by your mother. You returned from Paris for your London society debut, making you the prized debutante of the Season. Your older brother was already roped into a conversation, barely a minute after you arrived.

“It is a pleasure to be invited to your ball, it is lovely,” you compliment, a demure smile gracing your face. You passed the time in Paris learning how to be a proper lady, gaining skills that will set you apart from the rest of society. Being the daughter of the Ambassador to France isn’t enough to secure a match.

“Thank you, it is nice to have the L/ns back in England. Have you met my son?” Lady Russell turns to the young man beside her, waiting for an introduction. You bow, as proper etiquette requires upon introduction.

“May I have this dance, Miss L/n?” George asks, extending his arm upon acceptance. You are the last lady to arrive and have yet to find a partner for the first dance, meaning he is able to offer himself as a partner.

“It would be my pleasure, Mr. Russell,” you take his arm and let him lead you to the dance floor for the set.

“So, Paris? What is that like?” George asks, unsure of how to open.

“It was wonderful. So much art and culture. I learned many things while there,” you played down your many accomplishments. You were more accomplished than most of the other young ladies in the room.

“It must’ve been hard growing up there during the Empire then then transition to the new Monarchy,” George sympathizes, knowing it would be improper for you to bring it up first.

“Yes, but we moved with Father ten years ago, so it is what I have known most of my life. It did teach me much about running a household as well,” you tiptoe the line of being proper. You converse about it for the rest of the set.

“I suppose I will have to call on you in order to learn more. Shall we?” George offers a walk around the room, signaling the end of his dance with you.

“Thank you for the dance, Mr. Russell, it was lovely,” you tell him. He isn’t the worst person you have met. George leads you over to a group of young men.

“Would you mind if I introduce you to some acquaintances?” George asks, having a feeling his friends would find you interesting. Although it isn’t proper, he is a part of the host family, so he can claim to be entertaining you.

“Certainly, Mr. Russell. I am afraid I don’t know many people here,” you curiously accept the offer.

“Gentleman, may I introduce you to Miss Y/n L/n, daughter of Lord L/n, the Ambassador to France,” George introduces you as you bow, releasing his arm.

“A pleasure,” you say, looking at the four men. They are introduced as Mr. Norris, Lord Albon, Lord Hamilton, and-

“Y/n, it is lovely to see you again,” the fourth man bows slightly kissing the back of you hand. You quickly search through your brain, through the childhood memories of when you lived in England, trying to match his face with the familiar aura, one you have missed while in France.

“Oscar? Sorry. Lord Piastri, it is lovely to see you again, how have you been” you try to hide your blush. Your childhood best friend grew up handsomely. George and his friends converse with one another as Oscar steps aside to talk to you.

“I’ve been fine. I missed my best friend, I am sorry we lost touch,” Oscar says, looking you over. You have grown up, and are breathtakingly beautiful. The two of you would joke that you would get married one day when you were kids, and now Oscar wishes you were.

“It is a regret, I should’ve come back more often as well. I cannot believe how grown you are. How is your family? Your sisters?” you ask, talking more than you should, but neither of you care.

“They are well, my mother is here somewhere with my sisters. You look beautiful this evening,” Oscar compliments. He is used to being a wallflower during these events, watching and only talking to some acquaintances, but he is different around you.

“Thank you. I did miss you dearly. You have changed so much since I saw you last,” Oscar tries not to blush, noticing the next set was about to begin.

“Perhaps we could catch up over the next set?” You do just that. By the end of the hour, you feel close to Oscar again. Oscar leads you back to your mother and brother, you laughing lightly as something he said.

“Mother, Brother, you remember Oscar Piastri, no?” you ask, looking between the two.

“Of course, it is lovely to see you again, dear. Is your mother here?” your mom asks as the lady in question approaches.

“Oscar, I see you have found some old friends,” Nicole says, entering herself into the conversation.

“It is lovely to see you again, Lady Piastri,” you curtsy.

“Likewise, my dear. You must join us for tea tomorrow afternoon,” Nicole turns to your mother to extend the invitation. You look at Oscar, suddenly feeling a little shy.

“I shouldn’t monopolize your time, Y/n,” Oscar says, also feeling shy. He isn’t used to being this social.

“That is alright, it was wonderful to catch up,” you smile. You weren’t even sure if you should be addressing each by your christian names anymore, but it felt right. “I will see you soon, Oscar,” you let him kiss the back of your hand before he walks off. You spend the rest of your night dancing with other eligible bachelors.

Unfortunately for Oscar, you spend the rest of the London Season being courted by other men, but you make it clear you are waiting for the next Season to receive a marriage proposal. And when he comes to your family estate to call on you after the Season, he finds out that you went back to France for the winter, despite your father’s term having ended.

You keep in touch through letters, and Oscar is delighted to receive an invitation to your family’s ball, the first of the London Season. Oscar arrived to find you chatting with your brother and a slightly older man than him, but he decided to approach anyway.

“Ah, Oscar! It is delightful to see you again. You must meet my friend, Monsieur Charles Leclerc of Monaco. My family is hosting him for the start of the Season,” You introduce the two. “Charles, this is my childhood friend, Lord Oscar Piastri,” you say in flawless French.

“It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Mademoiselle L/n has said much about you,” Charles greets Oscar. Oscar is about to reply when George approaches.

“Miss L/n, may I dance this set with you?” George asks and you blush a little. You also wrote to George a few times in the Winter. He made it clear that he was interested in getting to know you, and you weren’t opposed. He did work to earn your correspondence, and you appreciated the friendship and courtship via letters.

“Is there no other free lady? I do not want to be improper,” you carefully ask, not wanting to be perceived as a rude host. You look around, seeing if your brother was dancing with a lady. If he were, then George would be obligated to dance with her as the host family doesn’t usually dance.

“Rest assured, there is no lady left wanting for a partner this dance,” George smiles, extending his hand.

“Then I would be delighted to dance with you, Mr. Russell,” you take his hand, allowing him to lead you to the dance floor.

“She looks beautiful tonight, non?” Charles asks Oscar.

“She does,” Oscar watches you dance with George. He has competition this season.

“Have you begun to formally court her?” Charles asks, noticing the was Oscar is looking at you.

“No, I haven’t. Why do you ask?” Oscar bristles a little.

“I am just curious, she is a good friend, but if I were courting her, I would not be here. I could’ve asked for her hand over the winter,” Charles tries to get Oscar to relax. “Maybe I could be of assistance,” he offers but Oscar shakes his head.

“I don’t want to sway her like that,” Oscar says, turning to Charles. “It was nice to make your acquaintance, I must go greet other friends,” Oscar nods his head, Charles returns the gesture. Oscar does end up dancing with you that night, but it was later in the night.

The trend seems to continue, George capturing your attention and time first, and Oscar being left behind. Charles stayed out of it as asked, instead he focuses on his business connections, similar to your brother.

Oscar finally manages to catch an afternoon with you, a chaperoned walk through the park. He even sent flowers ahead.

“You are a very popular lady this season,” Oscar says, your arm looped through his.

“It is tiring, the business of finding a husband is more work than I thought. It is nice to have a break to spend time with you. Friends are such a lovely reprieve,” you smile, enjoying the company.

“Have you found a suitor you like?” Oscar asks, trying to hide his jealousy.

“I do quite like Mr. Russell. He’s a good man, a good family and a good reputation. He would make for a fine match, don’t you think?” you look up at Oscar.

Oscar swallows the lump in his throat. “I suppose so,”

“Are you alright? Do you need to rest?” You ask, worried about the sudden change in your friends mood.

“No, no. I’m alright. I just don’t want you marrying someone who only wants you for your dowry and reputation,” Oscar promises, changing the topic of conversation.

“Oscar, love matches are rare, besides it is important to marry well as a lady. Now, tell me about that book you were reading,” you change the topic, ignoring the flutter in your heart when Oscar voiced his concern.

“Would you like to join me at the Opera?” Oscar asks abruptly.

“Of course I will join you. Send the information to the estate,” you agree without thinking of how society will see it.

“Wonderful, I will pick you and your chaperone up in my carriage,” Oscar can’t help the smile that appears on his face.

That night you dream of brown eyes, a change from the blue that have previously haunted your dreams. Your brother acts as your chaperone for the Opera, although he doesn’t seem concerned unless Oscar were to do something that would ruin you.

Somehow you found yourself being actively courted by two suitors. You realized your relationship with Oscar took a turn when you began to look forward to every moment spent with him. Yet, the safeness of George and his kindness is something you cannot refuse.

“Charles, I don’t know what to do,” you confess as you sit at the pianoforte, practicing a duet. Charles found a match and it planning on proposing soon. You are expecting a proposal tonight from George, who is a wonderful person, but something doesn’t feel right.

“I see the way you look at Lord Piastri, the two of you look at each with a certain tenderness. Mr. Russell is an advantageous match, and is at the top of the marriage mart, but he is no better off than Lord Piastri. Mr. Russell seems to be courting another lady as well,” Charles gives his opinion.

“The Hamilton ball is tonight, perhaps I will get my answer then,” you sigh. Your decision may be hard, but Charles did help clear your mind a bit. The theme of the ball revolves around flowers, so you choose a beautiful green dress with delicate flower embellishments.

“You look beautiful,” your mom smiles, it may be the best dress you’ve worn this Season.

“Thank you,” you nervously smooth your dress. The ride to the estate seems to last forever, but passed by quicker than you’d like.

Oscar can’t tear his eyes from you when you walk in. All he wants to do is sweep you up in his arms and never let you go. He is quick to approach you, knowing just how much is on the line tonight.

“You are stunning,” Oscar says, capturing your attention.

“Thank you, is that a new suit jacket? The green suits you,” you compliment Oscar, all social standards forgotten in your mind.

“May I speak freely?” Oscar asks carefully, catching you off guard.

“Always,” your brows furrow slightly in confusion.

“Don’t accept a proposal from Mr. Russell, you don’t love him. You deserve someone who loves you,” Oscar says, voice a little shaky yet strong.

“Oscar, I told you before, love matches are rare, and usually not realistic,” you push down your myriad of emotions, especially the fear and panic.

“Marry me,” Oscar blurts. “Marry me, I have loved you since we were children. I am a better match than Mr. Russell, I have a title, I have wealth and land, and I know you. I know your likes, your dislikes, childhood fears. Please, don’t marry someone else,” Oscar confesses as you look like a deer in the headlights.

“I- I need a moment, excuse me,” you feel your heartbeat quicken as you gracefully cross the room, heading out to the back patio. Leaning against the railing you take deep breaths of the fresh air, trying to steady your heart and clear your head.

“Close your eyes and take deep breaths, just listen to my voice,” George says, standing a respectable distance behind you. You do as he says as he talks about some random topic. It works, you feel yourself return to a normal state. “It happens to me too sometimes,” George says before letting a small silence fall between you.

“Thank you. I appreciate your help, truly. What made you follow me out here?” you look out at the gardens.

“You looked panicked, and I needed to talk with you,” George pauses, neither of you notice Oscar step outside. “You are a wonderful lady, but I am proposing to Miss Carmen in a weeks time,” he tells you.

“I received an offer from Lord Piastri, that’s what freaked me out,” you let out a little chuckle from the irony. “I am happy for you, Mr. Russell, I hope we can remain acquaintances in the future,” you look at George who is smiling as well.

“I would like that very much. Lord Piastri is a very lucky man,” George steps away, walking back inside. He gives an approving nod to Oscar. Oscar gives it a few seconds before approaching you.

“Are you okay? I was worried,” He says gently, filled with concern.

“I am so sorry for running off. I don’t know what came over me,” you look into his warm, brown eyes.

“It is okay, I sprung it on you. If you need time to decide, I will give it to you,” Oscar says.

“No. I want to marry you. Love matches are rare, and I don’t want to waste it. I love you, Oscar Piastri,” you say, pushing past the initial fear of your earlier realization.

“Does this mean I can get more than one dance out of you?” Oscar smiles, stepping closer to you. There is no one around to see you, the area tucked away from the ball.

“I believe it does,” you take a small step closer as well.

“May I kiss you?” his voice is low, breath fanning your face lightly.

“You may,” you say breathlessly, tilting your head upwards as he captures your lips with a kiss.

“I will talk to your father tomorrow, tonight we dance,” Oscar’s hands warm yours.

“I will meet you inside, I just need some more time,” you squeeze his hands lightly, a happy smile still on your face.

“Of course, I will meet you in there,” Oscar walks away, letting you process everything that has happened so far tonight. When you rejoin the party, you find Oscar talking to your mother and brother.

“Congratulations, darling. I am so happy for you both,” she says happily. “Nicole and I always knew you would end up together,” she reaches out to hug you.

“Go, dance,” your brother says, clearly approving of the match. Oscar lets you take his hand, leading you to the dance floor, and when that dance is over, you shock the room by dancing with him again. Not that you mind, you are enamored by your betrothed.

Within the following weeks, your engagement is speculated in the gossip papers, Oscar buys a common license, and you get married on a beautiful Thursday morning. The marriage is announced in the papers, making it official in societal terms. You take up residence in your families Paris estate for the honeymoon.

“Make haste, Oscar, we will be late for dinner with the Leclercs,” you call to your husband, certain activities causing you to run behind.

“Coming, my love. You look beautiful, but you would look more beautiful in bed,” Oscar wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

“Indeed, something for you to look forward to after the dinner,” you press a kiss to his lips before leading him out the door to the carriage.

“I love you, Lady Piastri,” he says, holding you close.

“I love you too, Lord Piastri.”

[velvetures]

Vulnerable pt.2

A/N: Due to everyone's love for the first installment, here's a continuation! It's not full NS/FW to "completion", however, a third post will finish up the little mini-series if part two does well enough. Summary: After getting Ghost to release his tensions after a harsh mission, you're surprised to see how far things go. Ghost is just as shocked. TW's: sexual content NS/FW 18+ ONLY, fem reader, cursing, sexual thoughts, intimacy, not proofread. If I missed something... let me know.

Read Part One Here

Ghost’s eyes flicker in the dim light with something you’ve never seen before. It’s similar to the pain you’ve seen on his face when trying to nurse a stab or gunshot wound. Tinged around the edges with a panic and cracked lines of desperation. For such a strong and self-proclaimed heartless man, his eyes show so much deeper a story. One that calls out happily at the idea of keeping you close to him like this. Interested. Much more than he’d ever felt before.

“If you want to, we could lay down?” You suggest gently, looking at the bed and then back to him. “I’ll keep going.”

Those silently expressive eyes shift all over again. “Yes.”

You stay still, allowing him to choose the pace and tone of this. Wanting him comfortable and feeling safe with you. All of it could stop the second he made it clear, but for some reason, you really couldn’t understand why the Lieutenant was letting you in. And it wasn’t because you were massaging his back. Twisting his lower half onto the bed, Ghost shifted until settled down on the bed on his back, totally open to you. In his relaxed position, you can feel how the invisible magnets between you shift from pushing forces to pulling ones. Body heat radiating off of him and his steady breaths almost acted like a sleeping pill for you as you laid down next to him, careful not to edge into his personal space.

“How would you like to lay?” His eyes wander over your face softly as you question him; head leaning to the side to get a full look at you resting next to him with your messy hair and t-shirt with little holes dotting alone the stretched-out collar. Ghost couldn’t help but realize how pretty you looked right now with your little smile and glowing skin illuminated in the yellow light. It doesn’t take a lot of thought before he gives a very quick and confident answer.

“Facing you.” His dark eyes study you for a response.

One he fears will be hesitation or discomfort. Fuck, maybe even fear. You’d seen him do things even hell would shudder at, yet you always came to him bearing a trusting and happy disposition. Being covered in blood, sand, sweat or mud never deterred you from walking right up to him like some lost little puppy hoping someone would find it cute enough to take home. Genuinely it bothered him. Why do you overlook the danger he presented. How you could be so fucking pleasant and calm in almost every situation you were thrown into. Something he’d been angrily dismissing as nothing more than a passing trend until you really got to know him as well as others had. Yet nothing changed. In fact, you appeared almost excited at the prospect and wiggled yourself into what he assumed was a more comfortable position on your side with one arm propped up under your head.

Ghost shifts himself onto his side with a small grunt, getting into an equally comfortable position that closes a bit more distance between you both. If you had mentioned it, his excuse would’ve fallen somewhere along the lines of you having short arms and that he was only accommodating your size. Nothing could pry the truth that he just liked being close to you out of his mouth. Days in the desert hadn’t nearly touched you. Sure you were a little rough around the edges without time to redo your hair or do any of the other small things… But damn you still looked pretty. With so little space between you, he could smell how sweet you were too. Not that fake shit women always put too much of on. You smelled right. Like a woman ought to. Natural, and… maybe a little on the salty side. It meant you’d been busting your ass in the field, and that thought alone gave Ghost a bit of a shiver as he inhaled deeply.

Face-to-mask with just a little more than a couple inches between you, the closeness felt comforting, reassuring. Ghost at ease, getting to take his time admiring all of the small things he’d never thought to appreciate, while you revel in such a strange yet lucky opportunity to watch him practically melt into the bed all because of your touches and soft words. Perhaps it’s because of all his walls coming crashing down that you’re able to begin trailing your fingertips over his arm. You worked from his wrist to his bicep then over and down onto his ribs, feeling the texture of burns and scars and the small raised edges of tattoos sunk into his skin.

Ghost lets out a low, soft, moan as your hands glide over his stomach. There’s a softness in his eyes as he looks directly at you, blinking innocently like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself. He’s so eager yet nervous for any sort of attention, and while you have no intention of stopping, you’re careful to not move too quickly. His breath increasing under your hand is a good enough indication that he was feeling something, and strongly, at that.

“More,” he breathes out, nearly panting with his one hand fisting at the sheets under him.

He’s starting to shake inside. Tingling on every surface you touch and fighting back the desperate urge to just make an observed amount of noise with just how much he likes this. It’s been so long since anyone had touched him so intimately. The overstimulation was nearly enough to make his eyes roll back in his head. Yet he swallowed thickly, willing himself to act as normally as possible. For fuck’s sake you hadn’t done anything that should reduce him to such a pathetic excuse of a man on the edge of anticipation waiting to see where you’d touch him next. You made it even harder when you looked up at him with a smile and raised eyebrows.

“Can I try something?”

He can’t nod quick enough, watching those eyes of yours light up. He shivers as your attention moves upwards to the hem of his mask, toying with it a little before tracing long lines from the base of his throat all the way up to his jaw. Working to trace out the shapes and planes of his face under the thin material. It makes him quiver and tighten his fist around the sheets in his hand. Without thinking, he moves his other arm to wrap around your waist tightly and pulls you the rest of the way against him with a small growl of lost patience. Ghost wanted you close, but god you were just too sweet to do it on your own. And with your body heat scalding against his bare skin, he gives a pinched sigh, eyes fluttering closed with you still rubbing his face.

“This okay?” He whispers lowly, his arm still wrapped around you and his hand pressed flat against the deep sway of your lower back; thumb rubbing over your belt loop absentmindedly. Hearing your soft sigh pours over his mind like thick honey in tea.

“Of course, it is,” Your hand curls around the edge of his jaw reassuringly. “You can touch me back if you’d like to.” You offer, reaching behind him to trace a line up his spine. Ghost’s eyes open at your invitation, his gaze -heavy- but fixed on you. His body tenses ever so slightly as you ask. Then, he closes them again and a small hidden smile crosses his lips.

“Yeah…” He answers at a mere whisper.

He moves his hand from its resting place and moves it to the swell of your hip, running it over your waist, fingers lazily catching the edge of your shirt and rolling it up enough that his fingertips brush against your bare skin in a soft gesture. You sense his nervousness in the slight shake of his hands, unsure of where to go, but fighting with the desire to touch everything at least once. Like he’s terrified he won’t get another chance but doesn’t want to scare you away from him either. His arm moves upwards, his hand coming to the side of your face; fingers smoothing back a couple of stray hairs and running across your head. Mentally you stutter for a moment, your arm draped over his side and your hand on his back stilling. Enraptured with Ghost’s rough hand touching you carefully. Treating you no differently than a bomb ready to go off at the slightest wrong move. So gently his thumb brushes over your cheekbone, hearing a tender sigh from under his mask.

“That feels good,” You whisper, lips brushing against the edge of his palm.

An answer doesn’t come, but you can see him nod his head. You can almost picture his smile as his fingers continue to run through your hair, twisting the strands around his fingers and pulling slightly before repeating the motion over again. Lacing his hand closer and closer to you with every soft touch. Ghost can’t help himself from tracing down the curve of your back again. Absorbing the comfort of your breath fanning over his chest and his hands getting to truly feel every inch of you he never even thought about touching, let alone actually laying next to you this close and feeling your smooth skin under his calloused palms. Experience in this kind of thing was as foreign to Ghost as the idea of working a nine-to-five at some office building typing on a computer or attending one o’clock meetings for a budget report. While that sounded mind-numbing enough to blast his own brains out…. he still felt like he’d have a better grip on living a life like that more so than he did lying next to you…

So fucking pretty always smiling like that.

He feels you lean even closer, resting your head against his bare chest and sinking deeper into the bed. Allowing him total freedom to do what he wished. If you could purr, he imagined you’d sound no different than a little kitten tucked inside someone’s shirt, kneading its paws into your skin. Ghost did smile widely this time, moving just enough to unbind his other arm out from under himself and curl it around your head to toy with the extremely soft strands right at the nape of your neck while the other rubbed at the dimples he felt in the small of your back.

You moan softly when his strong fingers squeeze at the back of your neck, rubbing in circles just at the back of your head to mimic the same technique you used on him earlier. Ghost was a quick study, but having large enough hands to practically scruff you with only one made it easier. Muffled in his chest, it didn’t come out nearly as deep and unrestrained as you’d actually been, yet you didn’t miss the slight shake of Ghost’s chest as he chuckled darkly. Proud that he’d elicited such a response, and already moving his hands more confidently to try and find somewhere else he could touch to make you repeat the noise.

“Does that feel good?” His voice pours over your ears like the bourbon he drinks, flooding your mind with a hazy and warm feeling.

Nodding your head to answer, his thumb runs lightly over your jaw again, this time squeezing affectionately. The Lieutenant on the other hand is relying far too much on his mask to keep his mounting excitement under control. Biting back an instinct to be rougher and see what other sounds you could make for him. Wrestling against the want to fully remove your shirt to see if you felt this soft everywhere. Suddenly hungry and hardly masking it. When you feel him suck in a harsh breath, you look up to see his eyes resting firmly on yours. A silent question lingers in the inch or two gap between your faces. His chest rises and falls quickly, anticipatory.

Swallowing the fucking childish nervousness clawing at his throat he finally speaks. “Should I?”

“I’d like if you did.” You whisper back, looking between his eyes and the painted teeth of his mask where you’ve pictured his lips being. Hoping. Praying. Fucking begging whatever beings could be in the sky above that you’d understood what he was asking for. That he’d give you so much more than you ever expected or dreamed of.

The Lieutenant’s eyes lock onto your mouth, and you can actually hear the thick swallow and deep breath he takes. A moment of anticipation that he couldn’t help but close his eyes for, bringing his masked face closer and closer. No more than a breath away, he can smell your hair and it makes him freeze. Quickly overwhelmed and unsure of how to move forward. So in the depth of his own mind, the presence of his mask still covering his whole lower face escapes his attention. You’re calm enough to help him, reaching between you and lifting the hem of his mask just enough to uncover his lips; Carefully resting the mask on the wide bridge of his nose.

You see deep scars -old and new- all over his lower face. Two of them cut over his lips in wide slashes that differed in color from the rest of his beautiful skin. It made your heart squeeze with sadness. Seeing the first real proof of just why Ghost was so closed off and afraid of letting anyone in. The first-hand experience left him always marching on a fine line between professional collaboration and a real, deep emotional connection to those he protected and those who wanted more than anything to protect him too.

Care about him.

It’s the one thought that brought you to press your lips to Ghost’s. Firm and sure of yourself but still sweet as sugar against his mouth. It takes him far longer than he thought to respond in any meaningful way. The sensation is so different, saccharine and syrupy. His. breath increases in pace, and you can feel his tongue teasing at your bottom lip in curiosity. It’s anxious yet bold. Even his hands are still shaking, they’re already wandering under the hem of your shirt much further than before. Grazing the bottom edge of your bra just like his tongue messily begged for more.

When you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, Ghost feels his inhibitions falling away. Opening his mouth with a low groan and pushing himself deeper, licking against your tongue greedily and tightening his grasp around you to begin rumbling for the hooks on your bra.

He’s nearly panting when he pulls away first, resting his forehead against yours with the hooks of your bra undone without even remembering when he’d done it. The sensation is sending heatwaves through your stomach, flooding your body with heat that rests on your cheeks.

“You’re beautiful.” He mumbles, pulling at your shirt slowly and guiding it up over your head with care not to let it catch on anything.

Your heart thumps furiously as he kisses you, his tongue grazing against your own, softly and sweetly. His teeth tug on your lower lip, and his hands explore your back, feeling the smoothness of your skin. The warmth of his lips feels wonderful, his tongue exploring you as his movements become more frantic.

You feel his hands leave your back and move to your breasts, running lightly against the plush flesh before squeezing softly. Teasing his thumbs over your hardened nipples, giving you a darkened look when a small whimper slips from you. Ghost's eyes flick down, catching the image of your topless body before him and the almost pinched look of pleasure suddenly shocking your body. He smiles at you, his lips parting slightly as he does so feeling a new sense of accomplishment than ever before.

Hurting people felt natural to him after so many years alone and fighting to survive in every moment that came to pass. Rhythm and attention to the enemy's detailed reactions made him a lethal weapon against anyone his talents were directed at. With you in his hands though, the act of fighting was similar yet so very polar opposite. He watched and listened to every pretty little sound you made, but instead of that unending desire for retribution, he was being satiated with the knowledge that he could make you melt with nothing more than his mouth and hands.

Fuck, that thought almost ended Ghost. He couldn’t imagine just how many sounds he could rip out of you if he could use his hands or mouth somewhere else. God, if he ever had the chance to give you his cock, there’d really be no way of going back. He looks you in the eyes for a moment, then back to your lips, before kissing you again, his tongue exploring you as his hands run up and down your body.

He's so fucking eager now, and it shows, his excitement building in every movement of his hips beginning to roll up against yours. He's making you feel so hot and desperately needy for anything that could be given to you, and that's all he wants. Make you feel everything possible… all under his hands. His body, his touch. Only him. It couldn’t be anyone else now that he’d been given a taste of you.

The stone-cold Lieutenant Ghost is ready to give you everything all in the pursuit of making you feel absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure.

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