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traveler-at-heart · 2 months

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Cat's out of the (super) bag

Summary: Natasha doesn't like going on missions with you. Learning the truth might make her change her mind.

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Big thanks to @soggy-wet-cat for hearing this idea before I wrote it :)

Fury was going soft.

That was the only way to explain your presence on most of Natasha’s missions.

Rogers, she gets. He’s a super soldier and as capable as Natasha is, it doesn’t hurt to have an enhanced individual around.

But you.

Always slow, always too relaxed for Natasha’s liking. Insisting you could do more, but last week you weren’t even able to pick a lock.

Not to mention how much you avoid hand to hand combat. Natasha suspects it’s because your skill level is very low.

“She’d do better out of the field” Natasha complains for the tenth time. Fury smirks. “This isn’t funny. I’m risking my neck to protect her and she’s not even worried about getting better. I’m not doing missions with her anymore”

“Now, hold on” Fury protests. “That’s not for you to decide. And I thought you trusted me”

“It’s her I can’t trust”

“Too damn bad. You have a mission. No Rogers this time. And I better hear it went well, Romanoff”

Natasha rolls her eyes and leaves his office.

It will only go well if she convinces you to sit and wait at the jet.

—

“What did you do to piss off Romanoff?”

“Morning to you too, Nick” you smile, placing a cup of coffee in front of him. “I don’t know. It’s pretty obvious she doesn’t like me”

“I know that. Have you done anything to upset her?”

“I barely speak to her and when I do she doesn’t answer” you shrug your shoulders, going back to every interaction you’ve had with the redhead. Her intense glare comes back to haunt you. “Do you think she knows?”

“You tell me. Did you screw up?”

“I keep a low profile. Like you asked me to” you nod, knowing how important this is for him.

“Better stay that way. You’re both leaving for a mission tomorrow” the man hands you a folder and you skim it. “Keep your head down and don’t make her angrier”

“Is that even possible?”

“You don’t wanna know”

—

It’s a mess from the start. You try to stay away from Natasha, but every time your attempts go in the worst way possible. Like when she’s walking down the jet, and you move aside so she has space. Except you end up pushing a few buttons on the console and Natasha has to come back and straighten the ship.

“Stay still” she mutters, glaring. You nod and sit on your hands, more concerned with the woman’s temper than about the mission.

“Wait here” is all she says after landing the jet.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a very simple mission” Natasha says, without looking at you, focused on adjusting her widow bites. “So, if you really want to help, stay out of my way”

“That’s not the plan. I’m supposed to watch the south entrance”

“They’ll never even noticed I inflitrated the building”

“You’re not my boss. Fury is. And if he wants me to stand outside and watch the south entrance, then that is exacly what I’ll do, Natasha”

The redhead finally turns back to look at you, surprised. This is the first time she’s seen you upset. You’re walking past her, not bothering to look her way… have you always been this tall? It always seems like you’re trying to look small.

“Hey” Natasha tries to make you turn, grabbing your arm. She’s surprised by how strong you are. “You better not screw up. Or I’ll make sure you’re on desk duty for the rest of your career, Y/L/N”

“Oh, now that’s funny. I’ve been here far longer than you” you lean forward, whispering. Natasha tries to understand what you mean, her eyes scanning your features for a sign. Aware of how close you are to her, you take a step back and jump out the door, ignoring the ladder.

Ridiculous, to think that you (you!) are an incompetent agent.

Maybe Fury was wrong for asking you to do this.

You’re kicking the ground, huffing every few minutes, still fuming at Natasha’s words. All this time, you thought she didn’t like you and though it sucked, you could live with that. But saying you were bad at your job when it was the exact opposite makes you see red.

“Y/N?” Natasha says over the comms.

“Here” you answer.

“A little help”

Those three words make your stomach drop. Natasha asking for your help?

This must be life or death kind of bad.

“Tell me where you are” you ask, breaking into the building.

“Intelligence room. Surrounded by at least 20 guards”

“Use the vents to go out and grab one of their vehicles. I’ll distract them”

“You’re gonna take down 20 people all on your own?”

“Just do as I say, Romanoff”

It feels good to finally use all your strenght. You practically rip open a door that sets off an alarm, and then you throw a couple of grenades around.

Now, all eyes are on you.

Sure enough, it takes them a few minutes to come find you, but you’re ready to shoot at the first guards, and when the second wave has gone through their ammo, you prepare for hand to hand combat.

“I’m out but there are two individuals after me. Towards the east, away from the jet”

“Got it. Gentleman” you turn to the man. “Change of plans. Let me go or die. Whichever is fine by me”

They laugh, until you send one of them flying across the room, his neck snapping.

“Who’s next, ladies?”

—

How could this mission have gone so wrong? Now Natasha is navigating the snowy road on a motorcycle, being chased by two of the guards and dodging their bullets.

The cold air is stabbing her hands and face but she has to keep going. She is too far away to communicate with you, but hoped you had the good sense of going back to the jet.

She’d find a way to survive.

Or maybe not, as she notices a third motorcycle joining the chase.

Through the rearview mirror, she sees the new person approaching one of the guards. A fight ensues and an exchange of shots. Next thing Natasha saw was the motorcycles colliding.

“Y/N?” she tries the comms, hoping you aren’t stupid enough to be knocking down people. Whoever those two were, the force of the hit was enough to kill them.

And yet, one of them begins to run after Natasha and the man still chasing her. The figure is fast approaching, which is ridiculous, considering Natasha was going 150 miles per hour.

The brute is clearly scared, as his movements become more erratic, trying to get rid of Natasha and the mysterious figure at the same time. He shoots behind him and then at Natasha, getting to one of the tires in her bike.

She tries to keep the handle steady, but can’t turn on the curve ahead of her. Natasha is sent flying directly to a river, the cold water making her momentarily paralized. The currents confused her, and she couldn’t tell up from down. She swam and swam, until her arms were too tired.

She began to drift, and the last thing she saw was a shadow hovering above her.

—

“Natasha? Nat?” you plead, doing CPR as gently as you can. You don’t want to add cracked ribs to her list of injuries.

Finally, after what felt like hours but were only seconds, Natasha lunges forward, coughing and throwing up water. You hold her head, helping her until she can breathe again.

“I’m freezing” Natasha complains, looking around. “Did we lose them? How did you…” she then turns to you and widens her eyes. “You’re bleeding”

“Yeah, he shot me. It’ll stop in a second. And yes, we lost them. Though I’m sure HYDRA is sending more people to track us down. Come on” you stand up, offering your hand. Natasha takes it and is once again surpised by how strong you are.

Your body is also warmer than hers, even if you dived to rescue her. On pure instinct, Natasha comes closer, practically melting against your body heat.

“You’re hiding something” she states and you chuckle.

“Now’s not the time. Come on, I’ll carry you. There must be a safe house close to the river”

Natasha climbs to your back, and as if she weights nothing, you walk down the river, trusting she’ll keep an eye for any place to hide.

Sure enough, after ten minutes of walking, the redhead gets your attention and points at the right. There’s a small cottage hiding between some trees.

“Here” you say as you kick open the door, not bothering to find a key. You set Natasha down and go around the place, looking for blankets and anything that will make her warm.

“Did it stop bleeding?” she asks, looking at your abdomen. You nod, placing a blanket over her shoulder and checking for other injuries. “Are you a super soldier?”

You smile, thinking that Fury will be up in arms. But technically, you didn’t tell Natasha. She figured it out.

“Yes”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Who else knows?” Natasha says, pulling the blanket closer, as if it will help her cover from you as well. It’s clear she doesn’t trust you right now.

“Fury asked me to keep a low profile. He’s the only one that knows. I think he’s concerned about the integrity of SHIELD. You know him, keeping an ace up his sleeve”

“How long have you known him for?”

“Thirty years, give or take. My existence is top secret, and I spent some time away from the job. My father died, and he was the last person that I knew before everything, so… it was hard, I guess”

“I’m sorry”

“Me too. I didn’t like lying to you or pretending to be something I’m not”

Natasha kicks herself for not noticing sooner. It’s so glaringly obvious now that she has to roll her eyes at herself.

Your build, the fact that you never seem to be tired or catching your breath. Hell, the fact you never train with anyone else.

Natasha made an assumption and ran with it, instead of trying to see past it.

“Hey, you ok?” you ask, craddling her head in your hands. “Did you hit your head? Feel dizzy?”

“I’m just cold”

“We can’t start a fire” you regret, looking out. “Here” you pull her closer, your arms going around her shoulders. She tries to protest, but whatever she was about to say dies in her throat as soon as she feels how warm you are.

“This suit is all wet” she says, pulling away and taking it off. “Don’t look or I’ll kill you”

“Uh… what is going on?” your eyes dart to the ceiling, blushing. Then, you feel Natasha’s cold skin against you. “Jesus, Nat. You’re freezing”

You bury the both of you in more blankets, and feel her melting against your side. On instinct, your arms go around her waist and bring her closer, to which she responds by burying her face on the crook of your neck.

“So I can’t look but I can touch, huh?”

“Glad we understand each other”

—

“So…”

“So” Natasha says, landing the jet back home.

“Can we be friends? Friendly, at least?”

“No” she stands up, walking towards you. “Friends don’t look at each other the way you’ve been looking at me for the entire ride home”

“Can you blame me?” your eyes drift to her cleavage, remembering how she was practically naked and clinging to you as if her life depended on it.

“Wine and dine me, Y/L/N. And we’ll take it from there”

“Yes, Ma’am”

“Am I interrupting?” Fury shouts from the hangar.

“Yes” you say, but Natasha leaves, glaring at Fury on her way out.

“I’ve known you for thirty years and you still can’t keep it together around a pretty lady. And now I’m in trouble too” Fury says, clearly displeased.

“Hey, at least you don’t have that problem with Rogers, huh?”

“For now, Y/L/N. There’s always some trouble waiting around the courner”

You laugh and clap his back, leaving the jet. His plan may have failed, but you’re certainly not complaining.

Not when you have a hot date waiting for you.

#Natasha Romanoff x Reader #Natasha Romanoff x Y/N #Natasha Romanoff x You

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klausysworld · 2 months

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Okay so I have this idea where reader has been taking care of hope for 7 years (Hayley is like dead Marcel killed her or smt) and like in the show Marcel has klaus locked away but when the family rescues him they all come to realise that y/n has built like a whole army of werewolves/vampires just to protect hope. Klaus see’s how much she loves hope and he has loved y/n for like 12 years and hope notices this and then hope tells him that y/n has cried herself to sleep ever night because of loosing him and then obviously the rest is up to you.

This idea has been in my head for a while so I do hope you write it and if not thank you for whatever you write next 🥰🥰🥰🥰

And also sorry my description was so bad but I forgot to say smut would be greatly appreciated ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Family

Y/n had grown up alongside Hayley in the foster care system. They were adopted together and thrown out together. They were loyal to one another no matter the consequences and would follow the other to the ends of the earth.

Y/n hadn't batted an eye at the idea of living with the most dangerous family in the world, if Hayley was going then so would she. She showed her devotion to the unborn Mikaelson and quickly gained the attention and respect of the originals.

Elijah appreciated her love and protective characteristics over her family, Hayley and the baby. Rebekah liked that it didn't matter who said what about her, whether they claimed she was a useless human or nothing more than something to eat, she wouldn't back down form a fight. Klaus had originally thought her to be a little foolish with her confidence and need to help but he found that she knew what she was doing, she was persuasive and intelligent.

When the witches first killed Hayley and took the new born baby, Y/n had pushed aside the grief and the pain from Hayleys death. Niklaus and Elijah could see the horror in her eyes but she told them to get up and find the baby, and they did. Thankfully Hayley returned, as a hybrid, and Hope survived.

Y/n was happy for them to compel her to believe Hope was dead but Klaus interjected and said that he didn't believe it to be necessary. That was when Elijah knew that his brother had placed his trust in Y/n.

The Mikaelson brothers watched as Y/n stayed beside Hayley no matter how much she yelled, screamed, cried, killed. Despite Hope not dying, Hayley still felt the pain of loss. It was easy for her to take it out on Y/n, to bring up her past family and to push at all her buttons but Y/n never gave in. She ignored it even when Klaus and Elijah would get involved, sometimes Hayley would have said something particularly hurtful and one of the brothers would intervene, yelling at Hayley to go calm down and offering some sort of comfort to Y/n but she wouldn't accept it.

There was one occasion when Hayley had bitten Y/n, her humanity was almost gone and she had attacked her bestest friend. Klaus had gone ballistic. Elijah had healed Y/n though she insisted it wasn't that bad while Klaus finally managed to scream some sense into Hayley.

Apologies were made and accepted before finally they were all able to go see Hope.

Y/n hadn't ever had a family, even when she was adopted with Hayley they only took Y/n because Hayley wouldn't go without her. So when Rebekah pulled the camera out for a family photo, Y/n made her way inside but Klaus had noticed and went to get her.

A gentle hand was placed on her shoulder to gain her attention as he guided her back to the others and promised her that she was their family now. Rebekah had been ecstatic and pulled Y/n to her side as Klaus held up the camera and they all smiled.

From then onwards Y/n would bond with Hope more and more. Hayley had sat with her and they had agreed that should anything ever happen to Hayley, that Y/n would never leave Hope alone. There was absolutely no convincing needed with this arrangement.

Over the next year witches, wolves and vampires came and went. Y/n stayed with the Mikaelsons and befriended the wolves, Jackson especially as he was to marry her adopted sister. She stood beside Klaus at the wedding, holding Hope and watching as the baby's eyes glowed gold in unison. Klaus was just looking at Y/n, listening as Hayley and Jackson recited their vows and imagined those words of love coming from his own lips.

After, Y/n went down to celebrate and Klaus managed to get a dance with her after Elijah finally pushed him to. Something about the other just felt right. It brought a warmth that only held safety and admiration. Like home.

Y/n began to see Klaus as home. When Hayley spent so many nights in the bayou, it was Klaus that she spent her time with and Klaus who always came to seek her out. Often he would use Hope as an excuse to be around her, Hope loved Y/n very much and was always eager to see her. Klaus was even more eager to take her.

But then Lucien arrived, along with Tristan and Aurora. They ruined everything.

Y/n became a vampire, Finn was killed once again and the Mikaleons were faced with peril.

Everything happened within the blink of an eye. Rebekah was hexed and the brothers bitten and Freya poisoned. Klaus was locked away for his violent acts and the others were linked to his life and hidden away in their coffins. And then Hayley, she had gone to Marcel angry and threatening and never returned.

That left Y/n with Hope and a truck full of almost-dead Mikaelsons. She was lost for the first year with Hope. She had lost everything. Everyone.

But when Hope would wrap her little arms around her and whimper for Y/n to not be sad, she knew that she needed to pull through.

It took a lot of effort. Y/n used Marcels tactics and started turning her own vampires, earning their trust and their devotion. She offered them a new life, she sold vampirism well and convinced dozens that this was the way for them. She began to train them, she began to trust them.

There was an inner circle that knew her well and were allowed to see Hope and go inside the house to protect her and the others had a fair amount of freedom however if they wanted daylight rings then they would have to help find the ingredients to heal the Mikaelsons.

It took far longer than she would have liked, 5 years but she did it. And one by one, Freya, Kol, Elijah and Rebekah were awake and healed. It didn't take long for them to come to understand the lengths to which Y/n had gone through.

They learnt of Hayleys death and they watched as vampires came to Y/n with updates on Klaus's position. A couple of her vampires had gone undercover into Marcels territory to get an idea of Klaus's situation. It was because of this that the other Mikaelsons were able to get in easier while Y/n went to her home to see Hope now that she was back form school.

Hope saw Y/n as her mother. Of course she knew everything about Hayley, Y/n old her countless stories and made sure that Hope knew that Hayley was her mother but Hope didn't truly remember Hayley the way Y/n had thought she would. To Hope, Y/n had always looked after her and loved her so often she would call Y/n her mommy or her ma without meaning to and Y/n could never respond, unsure as to whether she was doing something wrong by being Hopes mother. But she also couldn't deny Hope and so wouldn't upset her little girl by telling her that she wasn't allowed to call her that.

So she sat down with Hope when they were having their dinner and told her that their family was coming back in the early hours of the morning. Y/n had made sure to tell Hope stories of each of the Mikaelsons and showed various pictures, Klaus especially was mentioned. "That's your Dad remember?" Y/n would whisper when they snuggled up on Hopes bed and flicked through the photos.

Sometimes Y/n would sleep beside Hope or the other way around. Hope knew that Y/n didn't sleep much, she worried so much and became sad when Hope wasn't with her. Many times Hope had asked if Y/n loved her Dad and every time Y/n would nod "He means very much to me" she would tell her and Hope would smile and hold Y/n's hand.

"He'll come back soon Mommy, don't worry" she would whisper and Y/n would sniff and nod, pulled Hope close and closing her eyes.

When Hope was told that he father was finally coming home, she was excited for both herself and for Y/n. It took hours for her to get to sleep and Y/n had to take her back to bed nearly 10 times before she stayed in bed.

It was deep into the night when the door knocked, Y/n had fallen asleep against with her head against the kitchen table but thankfully had given Freya a key before they left for Klaus. They all made their way inside and softened at the sigh of Y/n passed out with her phone infront of her. Klaus was battered and weak but made his way over to her and knelt down to the floor so that he could pull her down to his embrace. She woke as she was taken from her seat and found herself in his hold. Tears streamed within seconds and she wrapped herself within him until little footsteps were heard and everyone's attention was on the doorway.

Y/n got up quickly, pulling away from Klaus who stared at the doorway with a level of fear. He didn't want his daughter to see him for the first time while he was dirty, bloody and broken.

"Mommy?" The sleepy voiced called, Hope had just come into sight while rubbing her eyes when Y/n quickly picked her up. They all listened as she gently hushed Hope and took her back to bed.

"What's wrong baby?" She asked softly, while tucking Hope into bed. She kissed her head and slipped Hope's wolf teddy under her arm.

"Are they here yet?" Hope whispered and Y/n hesitated. She knew Hope wouldn't sleep if she knew they were there and she knew that the Mikaelsons needed a moment to recover.

"Soon" She told Hope. "They'll be here when you wake in the morning I promise." She murmured and she stroked her face and Hope whispered goodnight.

Y/n came back down and spoke quietly.

"There's enough beds upstairs each of you, you might have to share a room for the night but it's better than a coffin. There's two showers, wait fifteen minutes so Hope goes to sleep before turning them on otherwise the noise will wake her up. We'll sort everything in the morning." She muttered, somehow a hardened exterior was around her now and they all picked up on it. She spoke to them now in an almost professional manner, like she didn't know them. As they all made their way up the stairs and watched as she checked on Hope, closed her door and made her way to her own room, they wondered how hard the past five years had been for her.

The next morning they woke to a stack of blood beside each of them bar Freya who had a cup of coffee waiting. They drank before getting dressed and heading downstairs.

Y/n and Hope were both already there, sprawled out on the sofas and eating from a bowl of berries while watching the TV. Kol was the first to clear his throat making Hope's head shoot up. Her confidence diminished quickly and she was hiding behind Y/n as she got up.

Y/n pointed to the fridge and cupboards, "If you're hungry you can find everything there, I've set up phones for you all so they're on the table. Theres a couple guys outside but they're just here to make sure nobody else is so you can check the garden if you need. Cars are coming in the afternoon to relocate now that you're awake and we have an interview with a school for Hope tomorrow morning so we need to get a full nights sleep and leave by 4pm latest this afternoon." She told them while lifting Hope from the sofa and placing her by the backdoor. "Paints are outside" she whispered to Hope who nodded and ran out to her art table in the garden.

The Mikaelsons each took their new phone and grabbed something to eat before sitting down while Klaus went to the window to watch his daughter from afar. Y/n went back to the kitchen and started washing plates when Elijah came beside her and placed a hand on her back.

"You know that you are our family Y/n" he whispered to her, concerned that she may think otherwise, "even with Hayley gone" he added faintly and she nodded. "I understand you've taken the role as Hopes mother-"

"I haven't. Hayley's her mom, Hope knows that she just slips up" She snapped back and Elijah frowned at the aggression.

"I didn't mean it as a negative thing." He replied softly, "Hayley would love that you are so close to Hope, she had told me all those years ago that you were as much Hopes mother as she was. You have always been her mother, none of us would take that from you."

Y/n sniffled at the thought of Hayley's permission almost and Elijah brought her into his embrace. He had been taking care of his family for centuries, he had the best understanding of what she was going through and he never wanted her to think that they would take Hope away from her just because Hayley was gone.

Meanwhile, Klaus had plucked the courage to go outside and sit with his daughter. He painted alongside her in a comfortable silence while nature danced around them until Y/n came outside and called for lunch. The scene made Klaus think of a movie or a sweet story and Hope smiled and jumped from her seat and tugged Klaus inside for food. He chuckled and followed, obediently sitting beside his little girl while Y/n went on the other side of her. Elijah and Y/n had prepared a simple but homey pasta dish to fill everyone before they needed to leave.

It was during lunch that Hope took notice of how her father glanced and gazed at her mother figure. Part of her was happy for them that they had found their way back and she could have that picture perfect family she had dreamed of for years but the other part of her pushed that idea away. She feared that perfect reality and quickly became upset with the thought of it all.

Y/n could see Hope stressing and took her outside to talk to her. Rebekah tried to comfort Klaus as he sat in a pained silence with the thought that his daughter didn't like him enough.

They didn't speak of it as they divided up into cars and drove to another state, to a suburban area where they had their own homes and new starts. Rebekah was excited, Freya was apprehensive, Kol decided to go his own way but to keep in touch, Elijah was willing to go wherever was seen as safest and Klaus would follow Hope and Y/n wherever they may go.

When Y/n handed him the keys to his own house he frowned, he didn't want to be by himself. He never had. Y/n had asked Hope if she would want to stay primarily at her dads but she wasn't so sure as she didn't really know him anymore.

The separate house arrangement lasted no longer than a week before Klaus was insisting they get a big house they could all stay in. Freya and Rebekah got a smaller house together, Elijah got himself an apartment close by but a little further out and Klaus moved in with Y/n and Hope after getting upset and Y/n understanding his needs.

He had his own room but he never wanted to be in it. He wanted to be in Y/n's, he wanted her and she wouldn't let him. Hope slowly got used to the idea but Y/n pulled away from it despite the ache in her heart that called for him.

Klaus soon believed that she truly didn't feel anything more than that friendship/family bond that she had with his siblings but Hope made sure he knew the truth one night when they were watching a movie and Y/n was out sorting out some vampires that apparently worked for her with both confused and impressed the Mikaelsons.

"I know you love my mom" She told him as they both kept their eyes on the TV, not daring to look at the other as this particular topic arose. Klaus cleared his throat and smacked his lips together but she didn't give him a chance to respond. "She told me she loves you too. Lots of times actually" she quipped and Klaus stared at the screen intensley. "But she won't tell you because she doesn't want to make it weird or make a mistake" she told him.

"She thinks it would be a mistake?" He asked, mentally cursing himself for the childish behaviour he was giving into.

"No...I don't know...She just loves you a lot and she'd be sad again if it didn’t work and I don’t want her to be sad again…” she trailed and Klaus glanced to her.

“Again?” He whispered, wondering if she had been with another man in the years they were apart and it hadn’t worked.

“She used to cry a lot” Hope mumbled, feeling guilty for telling Klaus about it. “Sometimes she would cry in her sleep too” she added and Klaus frowned, wrapping an arm around Hope and pulling her into a hug as she got upset. “She missed you” she whimpered and Klaus nodded, kissing Hopes head and wiping the tears from under her eyes. “She needs you” she told him on a small, strained voice.

Klaus rubbed her back and stroked her hair while Hope cried and let out all her worries for her mother and all the times she had seen her distraught. Klaus told her how he should have been there for them and promised that he would never leave them alone, never let them suffer again.

They ended the night on a lighter note, managed to pull a few laughs and smiled form each to her before Klaus tucked Hope into bed and found her wolf teddy for her. He then sat and told her of how one day she would get to be a wolf if she wanted and would be able to run freely, he told her how he felt when he was in his wolf form and how much he knew she would love it.

Once she fell asleep he went to his room and waited for the sound of the front door to clothes and footsteps up the floor before he came out. He stepped out from his doorway in only a pair of sleep pants, his eyes landed on Y/n and his brows rose. Her face was splattered with dried blood and her hands covered in it. She looked back at him but didn’t utter a word, just went straight for the bathroom.

Klaus followed her quickly and closed the door behind them so that Hope wouldn’t see Y/n looking so dishevelled.

“What happened?” He whispered as she tried to shimmy out of her clothes without touching anything else. He leaned over and clicked the shower on.

“It’s nothing” she mumbled, peeling her shirt from her skin leaving her in just her bra and panties as her jeans lay in a puddle on the floor. Klaus frowned and his hand cupped her face but she pushed it away. “Go away I need to shower” she muttered as she unhooked her bra and he sighed before walking out and staring at the bathroom door as she scrubbed the blood away.

He waited for her to come back out before pestering her again. Demanding to know where she was, what she was doing, who she was doing it to or with. Eventually she snapped and told him it was for Hope. She told him that people had been trying to kill her or take her all of the time, no matter how many spells were on her to protect her. So she had to get rid of the few people who knew their location and also make new vampires near where they were to ensure security.

Klaus didn’t know how to feel.

Before, she was strong headed but she had never been a killer. She did what she had to but she was still emotional and compassionate. He blamed himself, he wanted her to be a Mikaelson and she had become one. She acted like one, she loved like one, she was one.

“I can do that for you, for Hope” he told her gently and she couldn’t help the scoff that left her making him sigh. “Love, we’re here now, it isn’t your job to fight anymore” he argued and she glared at him.

“It was never my job.” She bit, “I did it because I wanted to. I do it because I want to. Hope is safe because of me, you are all safe because of me and I will keep it that way because even after a thousand years you lot still wind up dead time and time again!” She sneered, her vampiric features displaying across her face as her anger rose.

Klaus stared at her as she glared at him, she was mad and he knew that. She had been saving her rage for five years. She was mad that they left her alone, she was mad they let Hayley die not once but twice. She was mad that they hadn’t listened to her all those years ago, she was mad she became a vampire because of them. She was mad that she had never been given an easy option since the day she met them. She was mad and she needed to express it and if there was something Klaus was good at, it was expressing his rage.

So he pushed her, hard. Y/n stumbled back and felt herself tik. She flew back at him roughly, causing him to hit straight back against the wall with a wince before going back to her and shoving her. He only put his hands on her a couple more times before her hands were swinging and her nails clawed at him. He whispered for her to keep going, to get it out as she cried and hit at him. She told him all the things she hated about him and his family. All the things he had put her through and all the struggle she had with Hope. Having to look after a Mikaelson witch with werewolf anger and vampire strength was not something anyone was equipped for but Y/n, a newly turned vampire was certainly not.

Eventually she was too exhausted to keep going. Klaus was on the floor, propped up against the door with his bloodied arm around her shoulders as she curled against him and sobbed. His face and body slowly healed, as he panted for air and rest his head against hers.

After a while she calmed down and realised how much she had hurt him and started crying for the pain she had caused. Klaus told her he had wanted her to so it was okay but she hated herself for it either way. They ended up back in the bathroom, taking separate showers again before heading back out and being in a better mood. They kissed each other on the cheek goodnight and went to bed.

The next morning Y/n was lighter on her feet, she already seemed more relaxed and settled. Less on edge wondering when she would explode with anger. Hope gave Klaus a weird look and asked if they finally admitted they loved each other but he shook his head and she shrugged. Y/n was happy so Hope was happy.

Klaus and Y/n took Hope to her school before going back home and digging up the garden to start planting herbs and flowers. Some had magical properties and some didn’t. Klaus handled the vervain and Y/n handled the wolvesbane before they went inside and started making lunch only for them to get bored and decide to go out instead.

They went down to a small cafe and just ended up having sandwiches and cake anyway but at were happy that they didn’t have to make it themselves.

After they headed back home they cleaned up the house and discussed Hopes upcoming birthday. Y/n told him about her past birthdays and presents and showed him pictures from the last few years.

Weeks went by, Klaus and Y/n became the power parents they had both hoped they would be and Hope finally had the family she wanted.

Hope however started to get annoyed. She just needed them to give in and be together. So she started making hints. But apparently they weren’t strong enough so she went with being direct.

“Would you two just kiss already? Stop staring at each other!” She yelled from the kitchen, knowing they were glancing to one another while the film played in the background. Y/n blushed pink and Klaus cleared his throat, getting up and grabbing Hope. He spun her around and tickled her sides, whispering for her to shut her mouth while she squirmed and giggled.

It happened on many occasions that Hope would just tell them to get on with it. Klaus would watch for Y/n’s reaction waiting for her to give him the okay.

It was late one night when she finally did. It was just them downstairs, Hope was over at a friend’s house for a sleepover so just the two of them were watching usual Saturday night television. They were cuddled up with a blanket around them when Y/n leaned her head back and gave him a look. His brows briefly furrowed as he tried to decipher it before a tense silence overcame them. Both daring the other to do it.

Klaus caved first, leaning down and pressing his mouth to hers. Their lips moved in unison and Y/n’s hands went to his hair, tugging him onto her. The soft, wet sounds of their mouths filled the small amount of air between them as he pushed her down against the sofa and slid his hands under her thighs, hiking her legs up and round his waist.

Y/n stroked her hands round his face, her fingers memorising every detail of his face. Her thumbs brushed over his ears and down his neck while her tongue wrapped around his. Klaus slid his hands up and under her shirt, gliding along her skin to her bra. His fingers teased the lace making her pull her mouth from his and tug her shirt over her head.

Klaus kissed her lips again softly before pressing his own to her chest. Her hand cupped the back of his head, her eyes following his lips as they kissed and sucked down the valley between her breasts slowly. His other hand slid beneath her to unhook her bra and pull it off her arms.

She breathed heavily, looking up at him with lustrous eyes.

“You look so gorgeous” he murmured as he lowered his head to wrap his lips round one of her nipples. Y/n moaned softly as it pebbled against his tongue and her back arched to push her breasts against his face. He groaned softly and squeezed them both in his hands while his mouth teased them both interchangeably.

Y/n moaned his name and lifted his Henley over his head and slid her hands down his chest while his fingers picked at the button on her jeans. She helped drag them off her legs and quickly got her hands onto his. He kicked his own off and pressed himself back against her.

Their mouths were back against each other in a heated frenzy and his erection pressed against his boxers and then against her panties. She moaned against him and thrust her hips up to feel him. Klaus moved his lips down to her jaw and nipped at the skin while his hand made its way down to her stomach.

"Klaus" she whispered breathlessly as she pulled her lips off his and looked down to where his fingers brushed along the soft material of her underwear.

"Please" he uttered. It was an unexpected word for him to say but it made her eyes shimmer as she looked up at him. He leaned down to kiss her once again and she allowed herself to melt into it as he slowly dragged her panties down and off her legs. His hands brushed back up her thighs and she didn't resist when he guided them open and flat against the bed.

Klaus gently stroked his fingers along her pussy lips. Klaus groaned softly as they slid through her wetness and found her clit. Y/n let out a small gasp and pulled her head back, Klaus looked down at her as the back of her head pressed against the couch. Their eyes locked as the pad of his finger rubbed little circles against her clit. He watched in lust and fascination as her breathing escalated and her eyes watered while she tried to keep them open and focused on him.

"I missed you so much" he admitted quietly while pushing a finger into her entrance. Y/n let out a sweet cry that made the desire within him swirl and spike. His finger curled inside her perfectly, his thumb continued to pet her bundle of nerves until her body couldn't help but grind against his hand and his lips pressed a row of kisses along her throat.

"Klaus" she repeated with a moan and he smiled against her skin.

"I thought of you every day" he whispered as another finger began to thrust inside her with each precise flick of his wrist.

"You did?" she whimpered, her heart swelling with love and bashfulness. He nodded with a soft look in his eyes and pumped his fingers deeper into her until the breath was taken from her lungs.

"You were always right there in my mind. You brought me peace" he told her and she moaned weakly. Her hands squeezes at the sheets below her as her eyes shut. Klaus's fingers thrust and curled beautifully to meet the sensitive point that made her toes curl and her pussy clench tightly. "You saved me from myself" he whispered as his lips trailed down the front of her body again, a little quicker this time. His thumb brushed over her clit before his tongue replaced it.

Y/n's body arched in delight and her legs quivered as the soft heat of his mouth caressed her cunt. His tongue swirled around her sensitive bud as his fingers picked up the pace. His eyes closed as the addictive taste of her soaked onto his tongue. Her body arched and tensed with each flick of his tongue and a cry of desperation bounced off the walls as her orgasm pulsed through her. Klaus groaned softly as her pussy quivered and weeped around his fingers. He carefully, gently pulled his fingers out from her and used his mouth to clean her up.

He kissed his way back up her body to her lips and kissed her deeply, swallowing her weak moans of satisfaction and caressing his hands up along her skin. Y/n's hands brushed through his curls gently making them fluff up. Klaus pulled back and looked down at her with a genuine smile and let out a small chuckle when he felt his hair frizz.

She gazed back at him almost shyly. She had wanted him to touch her like that for so long. Too many years of longing. Raising Hope had taken away from any social life she could have had the past five years but even if Hope hadn't been a priority, Y/n only thought of Klaus like that. She could't believe that he had seen her so bare and vulnerable after all those years, touched and tasted her like she dreamed he would.

Klaus could see the thoughts dancing through her mind and slowly stroked her hair as he let her daze float over her. He pulled her to his body, wrapping her in his arm and laying with her for a bit. This was something he didn't want to push or rush. He just wanted to soak this up and be with her forever.

Y/n lay on top his body as they rest against the couch. A blanket draped over them while their eyes watched the screen before them. They were both nearly asleep but neither wanted to move so they stayed there the whole night.

By morning they were back up and getting ready to get Hope from her friends. Hope's eyes narrowed on them as soon as she got in the car, a small smile creeping onto her lips as she saw their entwined hands while they drove home.

When she got home she gave her mother a smile before offering a discreet thumbs up to her dad which made him chuckle and shake his head as she starting making kissey faces and running up the stairs giggling.

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thewulf · 8 months

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May I Kiss You? || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - But a story where it’s Jake x reader and she’s in the dagger squad and her and Nat are like “one of the guys” and reader hates it cause she likes Jake (Jake likes her too) but she thinks he sees her as manly and everything... Read Rest Here

A/N: Ahhhh this was so much fun to write. I love a sweet af Jake. A good hurt/comfort if you will!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 3.0k +

“Nat, this is too much.” You checked yourself out in the floor-length mirror feeling terribly self-conscious in the skintight gold lacy mini dress she’d picked out for you. You’d never been one to show off and this dress was showing off everything, not much was left to the imagination. You felt like your boobs were spilling out and the cutouts left little to guess about.

She shook her head, “No it’s not! You look hot as fuck Bee.” She grinned checking you out without shame, “Besides, it’s just for a couple drinks then we’re going to the show. It’s not like we’re dressing up for the guys.” You’d earned your callsign, Bee, after not shutting the fuck up about bumblebees and why we needed to save them. Needless to say, you’d gotten the guys to plant wildflowers everywhere they could and trees where they shouldn’t. What could you say? You were convincing.

“No, you look hot.” You pointed to her even tighter red dress that looked rocking on her olive skin. Not much would look bad on Nat though, she could rock pretty much anything you were convinced, “I look so fucking out of place.” You sighed in defeat.

“Shut up Y/N. Seriously, you look really good. Jake won’t be able to take his eyes off of you.” She grinned knowing how to push your buttons perfectly.

“He will not. He doesn’t notice me at all.” You frowned, “I’m just one of the guys to him.” You wished it didn’t affect you so deeply but here you stood. Sad and upset.

She laughed, laughed of all things, “You really have no idea do you?” She quirked her eyebrow up in the most Natasha way possible. Basically, calling you a dumbass right to your face without outright saying it.

“Don’t put these thoughts into my head Nat!” You groaned careful not to smear the makeup you’d just spent far too much applying.

She punched your shoulder lightly, “Come on Bee. Think about it. He goes out of his way to sit next to you in class. He basically demands you be his wizzo. Jake Seresin has never had a wizzo before. He rushes to sit next to you at lunch… honey he likes you. Maybe even loves you.” She smirked knowing that’d truly get through to you.

You pursed your lips thinking it through, “So?”

She laughed, “Stop deflecting. He doesn’t act that way with me. Or Halo. He’s simply obsessed with you darling. He’s going to lose it when he sees you in that number tonight.”

You groaned again, another fresh set of butterflies erupted in your stomach, “Don’t remind me.”

“Why not?” She turned towards you.

“He’s literally never seen me in anything other than a military issued uniform Nat. What if he doesn’t like what he sees?” You were letting your nerves get the better of you. You knew you were being irrational.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes right in your face, “Well he’d be a fucking idiot then, wouldn’t he?”

When you walked in you made a beeline straight towards the bar. Not having a damn clue you’d drawn the eyes of the blonde pilot you’d grown to adore in your time back at Top Gun. The two of you just clicked. Two peas in a pod. He made you feel safe. You made him feel comfortable.

He, quite literally, couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Nat noticed. You didn’t. She’d make sure to point that out to you later.

Nat had to pull you away from the bar

Payback whistled when the two of you finally made it over, “Don’t you two look lovely. A little overdressed.” He quipped, digging a little?

Nat roller her eyes, “We’re going to a play after this.

“Would you look what he cat dragged in.” Bradley spoke up setting his drink down and taking a seat across from you, leaving the seat next to you for Jake whenever he wanted to join the group. Little did you know he was stalling because you quite literally took his breath away. He didn’t know how to not look like a dumbass in front of you.

“How nice Roos.” You rolled your eyes feeling yourself ease at the boys casual banter with the two of you. They weren’t making your feel great but not like shit either. Classic men.

He sighed, “You both look pretty. It’s just weird. We’re not used to seeing you guys look like women.”

You smiled, “I said the same thing!”

Nat groaned, “Please don’t encourage her boys.”

Jake then joined sliding in next to you giving you a soft smile before turning his attention towards Rooster across from you. He was trying his damnedest to not start right at you. You smelled beyond incredible it took all his damn willpower not to scoop you right on up for himself, simply irresistible.

The conversation flowed before Nat tapped her watch letting you know it was nearly time to go. You nodded in understanding trying to hurry up and finish your drink.

“Bagman you’ve been awfully quite.” Nat smirked trying to draw something out of the lovestruck man knowing it was her last chance for the night.

But the words that came out surprised even his fellow pilots who made light-hearted jokes, “Mama always said if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all.” Bob’s wide eyes said it all for the men in the group. That was just mean and so wholeheartedly untrue.

Your heart dropped immediately, was that how he really felt? You didn’t think you were ugly but damn did that comment dig deep. The rest of the group must’ve felt the tension growing between the two of you as they scattered instead of hyping the conversation up.

Nodding your head, you set your glass down on the nearest table, “I think we were ready to go, right Nat? Don’t want to get there late, they might not let us into the play.” Laughing nervously, you gave your friend the wide eyes indicating you needed to get the hell out of that bar, now.

“Yeah, you’re right Bee. We gotta get going.” She set her glass down too, “Later boys.” The two of you waved as you walked out right on out of the bar without a second glance and to her car.

When you got inside the safety of her vehicle you sighed pressing yourself back into your seat wishing it would just eat you alive, “That was mortifying Nat.”

She hummed in agreement, “I don’t know what’s gotten into him. Let me talk to him okay?”

But your groan indicated you did not really agree with her, no, “Nat, just leave it alone. He clearly doesn’t have feelings. He wouldn’t have been so fucking brutal tonight if he did.”

She shook her head while navigating through traffic, “He was just trying to look cool in front of his buddies. You know how men are. Irrational.” She tried leveling with you. You knew the argument was moot anyway, neither of you would give in. Never.

You sighed, “Whatever you say Nat.”

A knock on your front door woke you from the light sleep you’d fallen into while watching football on a lazy Sunday afternoon. You tried ignoring it, but the person kept knocking. Definitely not a delivery driver.

Pulling yourself up from the couch you swung open the door surprised to see the blonde pilot on the other side of the entryway. Your heart starting racing and your mouth suddenly felt very dry.

“Jake, what are you doing here?” Your wide eyes and defensive stance let him know how badly he’d fucked up. All that time he’d spent with you seemed to be flushed down the drain at a stupid half-brained comment he didn’t even really mean.

“I’m here to apologize.” He stepped forward.

“Oh.” You were a little confused. He’d seemed so adamant about he felt not moments ago.

You looked like a deer struck by headlights. Jake nudged your side trying to draw you out of your head, “Can I?” He asked.

“Do what?”

He frowned, “Apologize?” Did Nat put him up to this? Was it some sort of stupid, sick joke?

You nodded, stepping aside to let him in. It felt awkward. So, unlike any other time you’d been with him. This felt forced. Uncomfortable.

“I’m so sorry. I did not mean what I said. You have to believe me Bee. Please.” He went to grab your hand and you let him, he seemed sincere, “I got caught up in the moment. The guys were teasing me before you two got there looking as good as you did. And Jesus, did you look good Y/N. I just wanted them off my back and I took it out on you. And that isn’t right.” He grabbed your chin with his other hand seeing your eyes well up with a fresh set of tears that threatened to spill over.

“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry beautiful. Please. You have to know how highly I think of you. You’re everything and more love. Smarter than any woman or man I’ve met. Quicker than any pilot in the air. Prettier than any girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’re it Y/N.” He whispered. That was all it took to in cry even though he asked you not to. This was the Jake you were used to. The Jake back at the bar was more like Hangman, an utter fucking dick. This was Jake. Your favorite sweet boy Jake. The one you’d fallen madly in love with over the years.

See you and Jake met at your first go around at Top Gun years prior. Jake had always had a soft spot for you. Especially after you waxed his ass so flawlessly in the air. It took him months to find a way to beat you. When he did you have him a high five. The competitiveness didn’t matter, your colleague was getting better. That meant better for everybody in the field.

But you were never available. Whether it was your long-term shithead of a boyfriend from college or some random fling the timing just never worked out. Then you were shipped off to the other side of the country and you lost touch.

Jake about lost his mind when he spotted you sitting next to Natasha the night before the first day at the Hard Deck. Rubbed his eyes and all, you just didn’t seem real. When he went up to talk to you he was quite frankly shocked to find you without a rock on your finger. You were a fucking catch, why weren’t you taken? It really confused him when he learned you were single. He was ashamed of the male population. But it meant one thing. Jake could focus on you and only you now. He didn’t need to fuck around with these meaningless one-night stands. He could find meaning with you.

When he wrapped his arms around you it just felt right. Even if you were upset with him you couldn’t help but to melt right into his loving embrace. You just felt so whole. So protected and secure. Like he’d never even let a bad thought cross your mind. But it was never suffocating. It was just right. Everything you needed when you asked. Jake was special and you knew it. You’d never let one little slip up crack the foundation the two of you had so delicately been pouring for the last few years.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled when you pulled away from his chest.

Jake frowned deeply. Using both his hands his pushed your wild hair away from your face, “What are you apologizing for sweetheart?”

You let out a breath trying to regain your normality, “Crying. Messing up your shirt.”

“You have to know I don’t give a damn about that Y/N. Are you okay?” He placed his palm on your cheek wrapping his fingers around your head gently. You nuzzled into him out of habit.

Closing your eyes you nodded towards him, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just glad you’re here.” You admitted softly.

Using his other hand, he pulled you back into his embrace. He brought your head into his chest, “I’m so sorry lovie. You looked so stunning in that dress. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Payback said I was literally drooling.” He chuckled squeezing you softly.

You were enjoying every second of this sweetness between you and him. You’d learned slowly how he loved, through touch. He needed this as much as you did. As touch adverse as you’d been when you’d met him you’d grown to crave his every touch. Anytime, anywhere you’d let him grab ahold of you. You didn’t care, you wanted it more than anything. It blew your mind how he had changed you so wholly in that regard.

“It’s okay Jake.” You kissed his chest through his clothing. Something so innocent but sent him into a damn frenzy. He’d never had anybody do something quite so… sweet? Intimate? Love on him the way he wanted?

He knew it was officially over for him the moment you did that. Something you’d likely never remember doing but was now officially seared into his brain for forever, not that he was complaining. No, not at all.

“How’d I get so lucky to find somebody like you?”

You shook your head in his embrace, “Shush.”

He smiled knowing how hard it was to give you a damn compliment. Something he was going to work on with you. He knew he needed to do something major to really let you know how he felt, or you’d never believe it. He was tired of waiting. Tired of seeing you slip right through his grasp.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked knowing you’d never expect what was going to come out of his mouth next.

He wasn’t sure if was going to be able to tell you before he melted into a puddle seeing your sweet little doe eyes looking up at him, waiting, “Anything Jake. You know that.”

He tightened his hold around your waist before letting it all out, “You really are the most beautiful woman I know Y/N, inside and out. Fucking stunning. And you… you are so easy to love.” He smiled seeing your gaze on him, soaking in every single word, “What I’m trying to say is, I love you.” His thumb rubbed the skin where your shirt rode up sending shivers throughout your body.

“You what?” Your eyes widened as big as saucers as your voice raised an octave or two, certainly not expecting that confession.

“I love you.” He smiled, the words spilling out of his mouth much more freely than before. It felt fucking freeing to him to admit that to you.

Your eyes darted around his face before landing on his green ones. His beautiful green eyes, “You do?”

His smile could’ve melted you as equally as you seemed to be able to melt him, “I do. Very much so.” You not immediately darting away was a good sign. He could tell it was just taking you some time to process what the hell he’d just dropped into your lap.

“Oh, wow.” Biting your lip, you really tried of something better to say but that’s all that came to your mind.

He continued grinning seeing your brain short circuiting. You were rather expressive with your features, and he could see the confusion rise and fall. Adorable as ever. One of the many reasons he loved you so deeply, “Have I not made it obvious?” He asked, his smirk would’ve knocked you out had you not been clinging to him.

“I…” You paused realizing he had made it rather obvious. He called you lovie for God’s sake. Nat was right you were just blind to it. Not believing Jake could have actual feelings for you. You too had fought them off for years. You wanted him more than ever when you broke up with the douche bag all those years ago. But Jake was at a different stage in his life, or so you thought. He was bringing home random girls while you wanted a steady partner. It seemed incompatible. Had you actually talked though you would’ve learned he was just distracting himself from you. Two fucking idiots.

“Go on.” Jake urged you on, giving your hip a light squeeze.

You laughed softly letting the blush coat your cheeks for him to see. You didn’t have much to hide anyway, “I guess you have. I just haven’t noticed.” Smiling sheepishly, you added, “I am oblivious, you know that.”

He laughed pulling you fully into him, “You are lovie. You really are.” He kissed the crown of your head relishing in the moment. The pure simplicity of the moment made him feel the best he had in quite a long time.

“Jake?” You asked softly. Were you going to admit it to? Did you love him? That was easy, hell yeah you loved him. You’d loved him for a long time too. He showed you what a man was like. How a boyfriend should treat a girl. How to be loved. It was him. It was always going to be him. Your Jake.

“Yeah sweetheart?” He looked down using his free hand to stroke your hair. He didn’t really give a damn if you were going to say it back. You staying with him, letting him hold you was more than enough. It was all he needed.

But you had different plans. You were going to tell him. Had to tell him, “I love you too.”

His eyebrows rose in clear shock, “You do?” This time he was questioning you like he couldn’t believe those words came out of your mouth. Certainly not prepared for that.

“I do. A whole lot.” You giggled feeling that same weight releasing off your chest.

He grinned hearing those words and that joyous sound, “Well that calls for one thing then.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

He smirked, eyes darkening just a shade, “May I kiss you love?

You nodded quickly before you could back out, “Please.” A sinful look crossed his face before he grabbed your face in his hands so gently it sent another shiver down your spine.

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spamgyu · 2 months

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*Mentalizing collage mingyu for valentines day*

oh we are so back besties....

(not technically valentines day but the same idea.... aha)

College!Mingyu – Ghosting and Balloons

no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable [College!Mingyu Masterlist]

He hasn't replied to her texts.

He always replied to her texts. Even if he was busy — reacting with a heart or the !! feature Apple had so kindly coded into their imessage.

What could he possibly be so preoccupied with that he can't even bother leaving her on read – her message staying on delivered.

She knew he wasn't at practice.

It was Saturday... at 8pm.

There was no reason for him to be ignoring her either. Even when she was on something, pushing his buttons, he never ignored her.

That wasn't the case this time. They were having a proper conversation right before he had gone MIA. Her last text to him was asking if he wanted to grab brunch with her the following day.

Which was sent nearly 2 hours ago...

Chewing at the loose skin on her bottom lip, Y/n closed out the messaging app; tossing her phone away from her with a groan.

This was exactly the reason why she loathed the idea of having feelings for someone.

She hated how much it consumed her; over analyzing every single word and action that was being said back and forth.

It had only been about three weeks since that God forsaken night. And though she said it herself that their confession's didn't change anything, it did.

Within hours she felt the sudden shift between them. She was welcoming of all his hesitant touches, allowing him to pull her closer against his body whenever they stood, not bothering to bat an eye whenever he played with her fingers — pinching the tips as he babbled on about his day.

More importantly, the shift in the way they talked to one another.

The banter still remained, not letting a single minute pass without teasing him about his spelling errors or his lame jokes he would send over.

But she also have taken notice how much softer his voice has become whenever it was just the two of them. The first time she heard that tone, her knees nearly gave out from under her — grabbing his upper arm to stabilize herself.

Just as her brain was about to conjure the worst case scenarios possible – ones that included Mingyu ignoring her for someone else.

Some other girl.

The familiar assigned ringtone began to blare loudly from her phone.

"Yes?" She answered with a sigh.

"Come out." She couldn't see him but she could tell he was smiling – brightly. He always did seem to be smiling a little to wide whenever he was on the phone with her.

"No."

"Wha– Y/n please."

"No."

"Is it because–"

"Yes." Y/n replied shortly.

She did say she had standards, and though he ticked off many of her boxes; she was sure she wasn't going to let anything slide.

Even if it was petty. It wasn't like she wasn't going to give in anyways. She just wanted to give him a hard time.

Like she always has done.

"Y/n," Mingyu's voice softened. She could tell his smile had faded. "I'm sorry, but if you come outside you'll understand why I wasn't able to answer my phone. So please just humor me this one time?"

Damn him and that stupid voice.

"Fine." Y/n grumbled, hopping off of her bed – bounding for their dorm building's exit.

She didn't know what to expect but it was definitely not Mingyu leaning against his car... holding a bouquet of tulip balloons.

This still didn't explain why he had left her on delivered for nearly three hours.

"You've got pollen allergy and I uh– wanted to ask you something." He answered her silent question.

Her frown remained as she stood a few feet from him, debating whether she would give in to his kind gesture or continue with her stubborn act.

"Would you be my Valentine?" Mingyu held out both his arms, a small pout on his face – he was hoping that maybe it would make up for going awol the past few hours.

And god was he right.

"Valentine's day is next week." She bit back the smile as she took the balloons from his hand.

"Tiktok said I should ask before the fourteenth and I– the stupid flower legos were sold out and so I thought maybe this would be better but then it was so hard to make because they kept popping and I–"

Y/n couldn't help but giggle at his quick rambling, watching him shift his weight from one leg to another in nervousness. She could clearly see how he was regretful of his actions – and considering how well the bouquet was put together, there was no doubt he had gotten too preoccupied with trying to make sure that it came out perfect.

"Yes."

"Oh thank god." He let out a sigh as his shoulders dropped. "I'd love to go get brunch with you, by the way. On one condition."

"You have conditions now?"

Mingyu nodded. "Dinner? On me?"

"Gross." She stuck her tongue out.

"You're gross!" He gasped, instantly catching on to her joke. "Unles– Ow okay ow!"

"You're insufferable, you know that?"

"This girl I'm talking to have mentioned it once or twice."

"That girl also said she's close to ghosting you."

Mingyu shook his head. "No, I just spoke to her and she said she's actually head over heels for me."

"Is she a gymnast?" Y/n replied without missing a beat, earning yet another pout from the boy.

"I don't like this game."

"Let's go, lover boy." She snorted, getting on her tip toes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek before letting herself into the passenger seat. "I want sushi."

Mingyu stood dumbfounded in his spot, feeling the heat of her lips linger on his skin – reaching up to touch where she had made contact with him.

Maybe he needed to make flower balloon bouquets more often

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whimsyfinny · 3 months

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: SMUT, the forbidden quickie

Chapter Word Count: 3548

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A/N: ahhhhhhhh I finally wrote some spice! Sorry it took a while. This is a little tame I guess but we can work up to the extra lewd stuff

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Please read the below first:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 6

The following day rolled around quickly and before we knew it there was only an hour remaining until the auction house charity event. The disturbing events of yesterday were pushed to the back of my mind, the boys respecting my wishes on not wanting to talk about it. Sam told us over breakfast that he’d managed to access the auction house database and add our names to the guest list for the party, making it easy for us to attend without getting caught out as uninvited visitors. Now back in my room, I was rummaging through my duffel and pulling out my evening attire: a long black dress made of soft satin that had a slit up to the hip on one side. The neckline was a deep v-plunge and the dress was entirely backless.

“I guess no bra for me tonight then,” I mumbled to myself, also pulling out a clean pair of black lace panties and a pair of closed toe, VERY high black satin heels that had a neat little buckle on the ankle strap. I was already showered and my makeup was already done so I dropped my towel and slipped into the dress, pulling the thin straps over my shoulders. I followed by pulling on my panties, stretching the lace over my hips so it wasn’t visible through the slit in the dress. If you didn’t know any better, it would look like I wasn’t wearing anything at all. I sat on the edge of the bed and put on the heels, securing them in place before standing up and doing a few practice laps of the room - wearing shoes this high was not a common occurrence for me. I finished up by dusting my skin with the same perfume I wore yesterday, breathing in the pleasant smell before tucking the bottle along with my rouge lipstick into my little black clutch. I fussed over myself in the mirror for a few minutes when I heard a knock at the door. Pacing over I flung it open to greet the Winchester boys, and when I did I couldn’t help but do a double take over the oldest brother. I hated to admit it but he looked good. REALLY good. He was dressed head to toe in black: a slim fitted suit, shirt and tie, all of which seemed to flick something on in my brain. His suit jacket hung open and beneath it the shirt was clinging to his well defined torso, the top two buttons straining a little.

“You scrub up well, Dean,” I said to him, trying to sound pleasantly surprised. Instead, I think I sounded incredibly flirtatious. Dean didn’t seem to notice though as I watched his jaw slacken and his eyes flit over my body.

“Uhhh-um yeah, thanks,” he said, clearing his throat a little as he stepped aside to let me out.

“You look great, (Y/n),” Sam said, making such intense eye contact with me like he didn’t know where else to look, his cheeks glowing a little.

“Thanks Sam,” I smiled up at him before locking the motel room door and trying to ignore the fact that Dean didn’t say anything. Back to being an ass I see.

“So (Y/n), you’re with Dean. It should be pretty simple: get in, get the hair pain, get out. With that many people at the event, we don’t want to risk anyone getting hurt so I'll be ready and waiting outside with everything we need to destroy it and put the ghost to rest,” Sam briefed us before carrying on, “I’ll head back to our room to get everything and I’ll meet you there - you guys get going,” he nodded his head to Deans car which was parked out front. Dean said a quick farewell and headed out and I did the same, giving Sam a wave as he turned to leave.

I climbed into the front of the Impala, running my hands over the plush leather seat.

“You really do have great taste in cars Dean,” I said, looking around at the immaculate interior. He hummed in agreement, putting his arm over the back of my seat as he reversed out of the parking spot. Those top two buttons on his shirt were not going to last all night. I crossed my legs, getting comfortable for the short journey into town - the satin of my dress falling open and completely exposing my thigh to Dean. I watched him take his eyes off the road and fixate on my bare skin, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. Returning his eyes to the road I saw his chest rise as he took a deep breath, a small but deep groan emitting from his chest.

“You ok?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“I’m fine,” he rasped.

“Ok… you’re acting strange though,” I said, leaning on the passenger side door to watch the street lamps turn on.

“Can you blame me?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

There was a few seconds of silence before he flicked on his cassette player and classic rock filled the car, bringing a smile to my ruby lips.

“Good taste in music too? I’ll be damned, you’ve got more of a personality than I thought.”

He scoffed a little before smirking, “there’s more to me than meets the eye sweetheart.” He looked over at me, green eyes piercing into mine with such intensity I suddenly felt a little warm. I looked away, quickly counting my lucky stars when I noticed we’d arrived.

Dean parked up and I reached for the door, however Dean stopped me from opening it.

“Wait,” his tone was authoritative as he reached a hand out to stop me, his rough fingers lightly grazing the soft skin of my thigh. Before I could even respond, he’d hopped out, slamming his door shut before striding around the front of the car to open mine for me. He held his hand out, which I grasped delicately and he pulled me to my feet.

“What was that for?” I asked, puzzled as he closed the passenger side door behind me.

“Just trying to keep up appearances for this shit-show,” he stated bluntly before he walked off ahead of me towards the front door whilst he left me to navigate the uneven cobbles in these death-trap shoes.

“Jerk,” I muttered under my breath, but he must’ve heard me because he turned around, sighed and held out his arm for me to take.

“Just ask if you need help,” he leaned in and said quietly, his face close enough that I could feel his breath on my skin. I sucked in a breath, which was a mistake as he smelt positively divine. He was filling my senses and I didn’t want him to.

We made it into the building with no trouble at all thanks to Sam’s hard work. The inside of the auction house was a grand spectacle indeed; with high ceilings, a chandelier made up of thousands of tiny pieces of crystal and two symmetrical mahogany staircases at the end of the entrance hall. It was busy, lots of people in expensive attire milling about and drinking equally expensive sparkly wine.

“Shall we get some champagne?” I turned and asked Dean, who chuckled slightly.

“You’re already more fun than Sam,” he said before whisking two flute glasses off a passing waiter and handing me one. We chinked glasses, laughing a little at how awkward all of this pomp and ceremony was for us before we both downed the expensive alcohol like shots. Dean winced slightly, handing his now empty flute back to the same waiter who gave him a concerned look.

“Aw damn, those bubbles - that shits wrong.”

“That’s because you’re supposed to sip it,” I laughed at him, placing my empty glass on an old polished oak sideboard.

“Then why did you neck it too if you knew?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows at me. I shrugged.

“To be honest I don’t know - I guess I wanted to lighten the old-money mood in here.” He nodded, seeming to understand where I was coming from. After that fiasco we made our way towards the immense curved staircases at the end of the room, Deans hand occasionally touching my exposed back as he guided me in front of him, making me shiver involuntarily. We ascended, making our way up and past people who were at the top of the stairs, idly chatting and leaning on the bannister - not paying us any mind as we turned down a quiet corridor. We walked quietly, the hum of chatting remaining behind us as we made our way down the dim corridor, looking out for the room number Sam had given us.

“Room 19, room 19, room 19…” I chanted to myself searching every door until we found the right one. Coming to a stop, Dean quickly knelt down and pulled a lockpick from his pocket. I watched in fascination as he inserted the device, ever so gently manoeuvring it with a look of pure concentration on his face. I couldn’t stop myself from looking over at him whilst he was unaware; looking at those focused and hooded dark green eyes, slightly parted lips that he wet with his tongue and large muscled shoulders that were almost as wide as the doorway. I didn’t want to admit it, but God damn he was attractive. There was a click and he stood up quickly, pocketing the lockpick and opening the door, hurrying me inside. I walked gingerly into the room which looked like a mixture between a study and a museum. There were large bookcases spanning the walls, sideboards boasting an array of intriguing items, all contained in secure glass cabinets, and finally a large leather-topped mahogany desk in the centre of the room. This place smelt old.

I heard Dean close the door behind him as he paced in after me, immediately scanning the room.

“Right,” he said, his tone stern and authoritative, “you take that side and I’ll take this side.” I nodded, immediately scouring every surface for our haunted item.

We must’ve been looking for around ten minutes when Dean called me over.

“Do you think that’s it?” He almost whispered, pointing to an item that I would definitely have described as a jade hairpin.

“Yup,” I whispered back, leaning slightly closer to him so I could get a better look. I felt him draw a sharp breath in before sighing slightly. “Can you pick this lock?” I asked, ignoring his antics and sticking to the business at hand.

“Yeah give me a second and I’ll get it open,” he stepped in front of me. Not wanting to get in his way, I walked into the centre of the room to where the desk was and leant against it, looking around at all of the bizarre items. Surely there are some other haunted things in here other than what we came for. My eyes eventually landed on an old gramophone.

“Oh that bitch is definitely haunted,” I mumbled to myself right as I heard Dean pop the lock on the glass cabinet. I watched as he wrapped the hairpin in a square of fabric before shoving it into his pocket and clicking the cabinet closed.

“Mission complete,” he said, a slight grin on his lips as he walked to stand in front of me. That grin fell from his face though when suddenly there were voices outside the door and keys rattling in the lock. We hadn’t planned for this. He looked at me in a panic.

“Kiss me,” I blurted.

“What?”

“I have a plan: Dean just fucking kiss m-” it was like I didn’t have to tell him twice before he had a hand in my hair and his lips were on mine. My heart started pounding and his mouth was hot against my cool skin. I hummed, sliding my fingers up his chest to grip the lapels on his jacket, pulling him further in towards me. Before I could get sucked into whatever it was that I was feeling, the study door flew open and two older gentlemen in brown tweed suits walked in, stopping in their tracks at the sight of us.

“Good heavens! What are you doing in here?” One of them exclaimed. Dean turned his head to look at the men, a smirk on his face and I couldn’t help but blush furiously at the sight of my lipstick that was now smeared on the corner of his lips.

“So sorry gentlemen, the door was unlocked so we just let ourselves in. I hope you don’t mind…” I watched, my eyes widening a little as he lifted his jacket slightly, showing the gun that was tucked into his belt. The men’s eyes also widened and they backed up towards the door.

“Yes, yes! Of course you did! Please, take your time. Just…” the man paused, his eyes darting to the precious items on his desk, “please try not to make a mess - it’s all I ask.” And with that they both left as quickly as they arrived, closing the door behind them. I let out a sigh of relief, looking up at Dean.

“Thank fuck… Dean I’m so sor-” I didn’t have a chance to think as Deans mouth was back on mine; rough and needy. I sat in shock for a second before being pulled back to reality when Dean held the side of my face, his fingers sliding up to tangle with my hair. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him back, my mind racing and going blank simultaneously. His free hand ghosted up my exposed leg, touching so gently I could barely feel him. He soon decided though that gentle wasn’t working for him, and he gripped my thigh, his fingers digging into my soft flesh and making me gasp - his hands on my body were already working their magic as I couldn’t stop his name from leaving my lips.

“Dean…” I moaned. I can’t believe it - I had actually moaned his fucking name. He groaned into my mouth, obviously liking the sound of his name rolling off my tongue. Tearing his hand from my hair and gripping my other thigh, without warning and with rushed movements, he lifted me with ease so I was sat atop the desk.

“Wrap your legs around me darlin,” he said with a deep lustful tone against my lips. I whimpered involuntarily as I did as he said. He pried his mouth from mine and started to kiss elsewhere; my cheek, behind my ear… my neck. I ran my hands over his shoulders and up the back of his neck, running my nails over his scalp and making him shiver. I gripped his hair and yanked, forcing his head up. I locked eyes with him, his eyes no longer that brilliant green but now blown and black with lust. My own eyes were probably no different. His gaze fluttered from my eyes to my lips, and before I let him kiss me again I leant forward and pressed my lips to his throat, my tongue on his skin. It was his turn to moan as I reached a hand down and traced a finger up the hard weapon growing in his pants. His large hands moving from my thighs to my ass, gripping tighter than ever before as I seemed to be pushing all the right buttons. He slid me to the edge of the desk so my lace-covered intimates were pressing right against him, friction and pleasure commencing. I pulled my lips from his throat before tugging his face down to mine, instigating the finale. I spoke breathlessly over his lips, already craving the taste of him again.

“Are you gonna fuck me or what, Winchester?”

Dean practically growled, frantically fumbling with moving my dress aside. He hooked a shaky but skilled finger into my underwear, trying to pull it aside but the elastic wouldn’t allow for it. I began to tremble as his digits kept ghosting over my most sensitive area. He soon gave up with his first plan, and his second plan made my eyes roll into the back of my head. Dean pulled a large hunting blade from inside his jacket and slid the flat side against my skin and up my thigh until it was under the lace fabric. The ice cold metal made me shiver before he swiftly sliced the blade up towards him, cutting my panties to shreds as he repeated the motion on the other side.

“Fuck that was hot,” I panted as he put the blade away and captured my lips again, running his tongue over mine. I gasped suddenly when he dipped a finger inside me, curling it and caressing that soft, sensual cushion that was hidden away. When I moaned, he added a second finger, leaning away from me slightly so he could see what a mess I was beneath him. After a few moments of utter bliss, he pulled his fingers out, sticking them straight in his mouth.

“You’re fucking delicious,” he groaned, standing up straight to shimmy out of his jacket. I leant forwards, grasping his belt buckle, undoing it and pulling down his zipper. Slowly I reached in and pulled him out of his boxers, his rock hard manhood hot and heavy in my palm. He closed his eyes as I ran my thumb over the tip, guiding my hand up and down, up and down, again and again until he grabbed my wrist.

“Let go so I can fuck you ‘til you can’t walk,” he practically growled, making me weak. I leant back on my palms, watching as he lined himself up and then disappeared inside me in one earth shattering motion. My eyes rolled back and my lips parted as I locked my ankles instinctively behind his back, my heels catching on the gun still tucked into his pants. He started to set a rhythm as he fucked me into the desk, the wooden structure sliding back with every thrust he made. He had both hands firmly planted on the desk beside me and I gripped his forearms tight, my head starting to spin from the overwhelming pleasure. It didn’t help that Deans head had dropped into the crook of my neck and his heavy breathing was like music to my ears. He kissed the skin there softly, drawing a moan from my lips with the sudden tenderness. The pounding was speeding up, and he suddenly wrapped an arm around my waist, desperately trying to get closer - to get deeper. The need for release was building and I’d lost control of my voice; Deans name tumbling from my lips like a prayer. I pressed his lips to mine feverishly, his breath ragged as he managed to pant out;

“Shit, (Y/n) I’m so close… I’m gonna need you to cum for me…”

I whimpered at the sound of my name on his breathless lips and he let go of my waist, placing his large palm on my stomach and sliding it down until his thumb connected with that bundle of nerves.

“Shit-Dean-,” whining against his mouth I started to feel the tension in the pit of my stomach build - the feeling of him pounding into me and stretching me more than ever before combined with his thumb on the magic button was a recipe for a quick release. And Dean knew that. He was fucking me so hard now that the sound of wet skin on skin echoed around the room and the banging of the desk could surely be heard from out in the corridor- maybe even downstairs. That knot was tightening, and tightening, and tightening until:

“Fuck- Dean I’m gonna cum!”

“Fuck,” was all he managed to groan before I shattered around him, that knot snapping and sending me into probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had. As I tensed up I pulled Dean over the edge with me and he buried his face into my neck, breathing heavily and cursing occasionally.

We stayed like that for a few moments, regaining some clarity and returning to earth. He took a few deep breaths before standing up and pulling out, tucking himself back into his pants and doing up his belt as his cum dripped down my thigh. He couldn't seem to look away, even when he reached for his jacket on the floor and put it back on.

“Stay there,” he said finally, disappearing behind some shelves for a second before returning with a box of tissues. He helped me clean myself up, tossing the tissues in the bin as we attempted to get rid of the evidence.

“Are you ok?” He asked sincerely, concern in his eyes as he offered me his hand. I smiled a little bashfully, placing my palm in his.

“I hate to admit it but I feel great.”

He helped me down off the table, placing a hand on my waist to help steady me on my still trembling legs. We both stood in a comfortable silence for a few moments before realisation hit us both and we looked at each other with wide eyes.

”Oh shit - Sam!”

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coryothesub · 12 days

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Coryo from the academy being bullied by his classmates, the reader defends him, but with other intentions *wink, wink*

Oh dear anon this is an idea I didn't know I needed but I legit fell in love with it! This is also my first time writing Academy Coryo and I really enjoyed it, he’s just so innocent I can't...

nsfw / mdni / academy!sub!coryo / academy!dom!reader

You were on your way to the library when you noticed a couple of girls taunting Coriolanus Snow in the hallway.

He was a year younger than you and you didn't know much about him except for the obvious fact that he was cute. And apparently he had some money problems because the whole conflict was about some extra food he had taken from the cafeteria for later.

“I knew it!” Valentia Frost looked upon him with an evil grin waving that goddamn sandwich in the air.

“Look at this little snob trying to act like he's one of us, but the Snows are actually a bunch of hungry beggars. So pathetic!”

Coriolanus stood by the wall completely frozen clutching at his textbooks. His face was flooded in red and you noticed tears welling up in his big blue eyes. He looked as if he was about to die from embarrassment and you suddenly felt sorry for him. Luckily you had the reputation of a menace after you had knocked out the biggest guy in your class when he tried to put a frog down your shirt.

“Leave him alone Valentia!” you shouted at her across the hallway. “The boy just wants to eat.”

“What are you his chaperone now?” The mean girl looked annoyed by your interference but she was also hesitant to push your buttons.

You approached her and stood dangerously close.

“Just fuck off!” You hissed and she reluctantly walked away, her clique following her immediately.

You grabbed Coryo by the hand and dragged him into an empty classroom nearby.

“Here you can eat your sandwich in peace.”

“T-thank you,” he said quietly, still looking terrified and embarrassed.

You approached him slowly and he started stepping back until he was stopped by an empty desk, he felt it pressing against his rear end and started leaning back as he felt your hot breath mere centimeters from his face.

“Don’t rush to thank me yet. Do you really think I'm done with you already?”

“I-I don't have any money…” Coryo confessed, his face bright red with shame.

You almost couldn't believe how innocent he was. He literally thought you were gonna make him pay for protection as if you were some kind of mob boss.

“I don't need your money, blondie,” you cooed and let your hand wander under his uniform kilt touching him rather inappropriately.

Coryo's mouth flew open as he slowly started to realize what were your true intentions.

It looked like he was trying to say something but words weren't coming out of his mouth, he just stared at you, his big baby blue eyes wide with shock.

You kept palming him for a short moment, then stopped abruptly.

“Of course, I’m not gonna do anything you don't like.”

The loss of contact elicited a soft whine from Coryo's lips.

“No, no, please…” he suddenly regained the ability to speak.

“Please what?” You teased, it was so arousing to see him all bushy and ashamed like that.

“Please continue… I did enjoy that.”

You leaned even closer to him, your lips lingering just near his.

“Okay then,” you whispered, causing his breath to hitch.

You let your lips press against his in what turned into a gentle kiss. You thought of it as pretty chaste, but Coryo almost jumped when he felt your lips on his.

Could it be possible that he hadn't even made out with a girl? The thought alone caused wetness to pool up in your panties.

You gave him a flirtatious smile and started unbuttoning your uniform jacket and shirt, revealing that you were wearing a pristine white bra. Without hesitation you pulled your titties out of the lacy fabric making Coryo gasp at the sight.

“Do you like what you see, Coriolanus?”

“I-I think you can call me Coryo now,” the boy was barely able to get the words out.

“You have beautiful breasts. May I…?”

Instead of an answer you took his hands and placed them on your tits. Coryo started fondling them carefully, his thumbs circling around your nipples, which were getting hard under his touch.

Enjoying his warm and soft hands on your skin you unzipped your uniform pants and let them fall freely on your neat shoes, followed by your panties.

You sat Coryo on the side of the desk and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, then got his kilt out of the way and slowly lowered yourself on his bulge, letting out a soft moan at the feeling of your naked wet pussy pressing against the raw fabric.

Coryo watched your movements in awe, his eyes widening at the sight of your bare cunt landing just above his aching cock. He wanted to fuck you so badly but you had decided to leave that for later.

You knew his virgin cock wouldn't be able to take it for too long so you started rubbing your dripping cunt against his hard-on slowly grinding your hips back and forth.

Coryo let out a cute little whimper and you echoed it with a moan finally feeling a little relief for your aching pussy.

“So responsive, baby, so hard for me already,” you whispered against his lips before catching them in another kiss. Coryo kept making the cutest sounds that vibrated against your mouth as you kept rubbing yourself on him making circular movements to get some friction for your clit.

The blonde boy moved lower leaving a trail of soft warm kisses down your neck and wrapping his lips around your nipple. He sucked on your titties hungrily as you dug your fingers into his soft blonde curls and tugged on them gently feeling your climax slowly approaching.

You sped up your movements grinding yourself against his rock hard bulge with full intensity feeling your wetness overflowing and staining his red uniform pants. The friction felt so damn good that it brought you over the edge and you threw your head back moaning loudly as you came all over his clothed cock.

You grabbed Coryo's face and kissed him roughly feeling his whole body trembling as he came inside his pants. The boy's mouth fell open and you licked along his lips and tongue as he savored his orgasm, probably the most powerful he had experienced yet.

After climbing off Coryo's lap you looked at him with a satisfied smirk. The boy's pants were completely messed up, both from his cum and yours, he sat there panting heavily, his face flushed and hair disheveled. He looked so pretty like that.

“Look at all the mess you made,” you mused. “Turns out you're a little whore, Coriolanus Snow.”

Coryo had no arguments to refute that. The shade of red filling his cheeks only got a bit deeper.

“Are we going to do this again?” He asked, looking at you curiously.

You smiled at him and adjusted his kilt, hiding the big wet stains on his pants.

“Of course darling, I’ve still got a lot to teach you after all.”

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laurfilijames · 8 months

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Captain's Orders

Pairing: Will 'Ironhead' Miller x female reader

Words: 2,134

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Masturbation (F). Use of a vibrator. Edging. Captain Miller being dominant and controlling. Name calling (slut). Squirting. Unprotected intercourse. Swearing.

Summary: While Will is out for a run, you can't seem to get control of your thoughts of him, seeking release in his absence only to force your Captain to remind you who is in control when he gets home.

A/N: I re-watched Triple Frontier yesterday and this idea wouldn't leave me alone (also thanks to @stealfromthedevil and her encouragement of it) so here is the completely horny one-shot that resulted from it!

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Home in 20. Can't wait to get my hands on you.

You tossed your phone on the bed beside the laundry you were folding, cursing Will and his ability to disarm you and make you a mess with just two simple lines, the anticipation of him getting home from his run sparking a frantic need that raged through you like never before.

He had already gotten you in a state before he left the house, having kissed you over and over until you were breathless, his passion and want proven with each touch of his lips on yours; a promise of more later and insurance that you wouldn't be forgetting about him even for a second in his absence.

Setting the hamper on the floor beside the bed, you walked over to your side, opening the drawer of your nightstand to retrieve one of your vibrators, selecting the coral pink one that provided both thrusting and clit stimulation.

There was no way you could wait any longer, you thought, tearing your clothes off quickly to discard in a heap beside the other neatly folded garments, needing to give yourself some relief or simply work yourself up even more in preparation for Will to come finish the job properly.

Applying a little lube onto the end of the shaft of the silicone dildo, you rubbed it through your already-soaked folds as you turned the power on, your body responding to the vibrations already by arching off the bed and gasping out a pleading breath.

You tried to keep a steady pace, never pushing the buttons to increase the intensity, wanting to slowly ride out your pleasure until you were able to get what you really needed, but it was all proving to be too much.

Thinking of Will drenched in sweat and breathless kept you right at the edge, the recollection of all the times you've tasted him and inhaled his scent right after he finished a workout not difficult to imagine at all, your mouth watering at getting to experience that very thing that was becoming a drug to you so soon bringing you further to the point of no return.

Your body writhed and your nipples hardened, your own moans aiding your build up to bliss as you pictured his wet, slippery form moving against yours, and pumping the vibrator in and out of you purposefully, you came with a fierce cry.

Not stopping there, you continued on, hitting the button to turn the setting up a level, feeling both satisfied yet completely insatiable all at once.

Will was always ravenous after a workout, his inability to sate the seemingly boundless power and energy coursing through him constantly amazing you, and your excitement of his arrival home tingled under your skin like electricity in wondering what kind of unforgiving, brute force he would unleash on you today.

Will sprinted up the driveway and cleared the steps leading up to the front door in one leap, flying through it without care to bother cooling down, his determination to get back to you helping to have kept his quick pace for the last five miles.

He ripped his drenched t-shirt over his head, wiping the drips of sweat off his face with it before walking over to the laundry room, the fresh scent of detergent telling him you were still at it with getting all the washing caught up, tossing the soiled shirt in the basket.

Walking through to the kitchen for water, he paused, listening for evidence of you, his curiosity piquing when his sharp hearing picked up the unmistakable sounds of a buzzing vibrator and your soft moans floating down the hallway.

His cock flexed in response, feeling all the blood still pumping wildly through his veins gravitate straight to it, his heart hammering in his chest as excitement and arousal combined with the endorphins to make a dizzying mix that had him reeling.

Completely hard and throbbing almost painfully, he walked slowly toward your bedroom, the noises you were producing awakening every basic and primal need within him, his pupils blowing out wide when he approached the doorway to see you spread on the bed, your hand moving your vibrator with precision while your other played with your nipple through your mesh bra.

"Fuck me," he growled under his breath, leaning against the frame with his head tilted, the sight of you fucking yourself one of the best things he had ever seen.

He pulled his bottom lip in his teeth, biting it hard to try to restrain himself, a smile forcing it back out again when you took notice of him.

The breathy way you said his name - both in surprise and as a request for him - made him want to give you everything you needed and wreck you right then and there, but that would be far too easy.

Pushing off the doorframe, he crept into the room, stopping at the edge of the bed, his eyes traveling from where your soaked pussy revealed and made disappear again the innocently coloured toy, up to your heaving chest, and finally your eyes that begged for him more than your parted mouth did.

One strap of your bra had slipped off your shoulder, your tits barely concealed by the flimsy, see-through material, adding to the unbelievably sexy and completely pornographic scene before him.

"What do we have here?" he asked, his tone rough and exposing his efforts in maintaining his composure.

"Will, please," you whined, your body jolting as you hit that perfect spot within yourself, teasing the line between torture and alleviation.

"Use your words," he demanded, his eyebrows raised on his forehead where trails of moisture ran down it.

"I need you -fuck!- I need you to fuck me," you cried, your pleasure breaking your sentence.

"You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" he purred, slowly pulling his shorts down, his blue eyes aflame as he continued to watch you.

You shook your head 'no' before digging it back into the pillow, lifting your hips more to fuck the vibe still robotically thrusting in and out of you.

"Just a weak, needy, slut unable to wait for me to get home," he spat, knowing his harsh words would do you in.

You nodded your head in agreement, your eyes screwing shut as you worked yourself to the brink again, having him watch you making you ready to fall apart even more.

"I said use your words."

"I couldn't wait," you panted, "Fuck, baby, I need you so badly!"

Your whines sounded pathetic even to your own ears, and hearing Will chuckle wickedly made everything so much worse. You pulled the vibe out of you, spreading your legs further apart as an invitation for him to replace it, only to remain an empty, begging disaster as he stood planted at the end of the bed.

He began peeling his sweat-soaked briefs down his vast thighs, exposing his darkened, wheat-coloured pubes surrounding his furiously hard dick, the sight of his crooked smile along with his godly figure driving you mad.

"Oh no, sweetheart, you're on your own," he said slowly with a shake of his head. "You wanted to get yourself off so badly, it's all on you."

You kicked your leg against the mattress in a fit, grabbing the vibe again to reinsert in your folds, sloppily pumping it in and out as you put the setting as high as it would go, giving your torturous Captain a glare to show your annoyance at his unfair treatment.

He braced his arms against the bed to lean closer, watching you intently as you quickly fell back to where you had left off, your mewling increasing as your body rolled into the rhythm of the toy.

You couldn't help but admire him, your eyes fucking him as you drank in every luscious part of his body, the veins in his arms looking like they were about to burst through his skin while his broad chest rose and fell sharply, knowing he was more worked up from watching you than from his run.

Seeing beads of sweat dripping down his form made you jealous, desperate to lick the salty streaks from him and let your fingers follow their patterns through the hills and valleys of his muscles, needing to taste his earlier efforts that clung to his beard surrounding his plump lips.

"Will…" you called, beginning to repeat his name in a chant that decorated your approaching orgasm, feeling pressure build in your core that screamed for release.

His hand was suddenly replacing yours on the vibrator, pulling it from you so you were forced to clench around nothing and your climax was stopped dead in its tracks, your hands falling to grip the sheets beside you in agony.

He took your hand in his, guiding it back to hold the toy, his fingertips grazing over your clit and tingling folds as he abandoned you again, leaving you to chase that high on your own.

The frustration had you wild, quickly and roughly driving the vibe inside you aggressively, fucking yourself until you reached the point you had been so cruelly cut off at.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his tone gravelly, his words melting over you.

But just like before, right as you reached your peak, he stopped you, forcefully tugging it out of you to watch you squirm.

Your fist pounded the mattress, and sitting up on your elbows to give him hell, you reconsidered when you took in the stern expression on his gorgeous face.

Will turned his wrist and looked at his watch, then back at you, "You have exactly two minutes to make yourself cum or you're getting nothing from me."

The way he barked his order sent a shiver down your spine, and never wanting to disappoint your Captain, you drove your fingers to your throbbing pussy, alternating between rubbing your swollen clit and stroking your sensitive walls.

He stood tall and proud at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips, not touching himself even once to your surprise, the way his cock flexed and leaked from the tip sending you into overdrive.

There was no way you needed the full two minutes, finally quaking through your release that you wouldn't be able to stop even if he demanded it, your entire body tensing through a shattering orgasm as your wails filled the air.

Will watched impatiently as you came, seeing your milky cum leak out from your folds, the way you moved it back inside yourself causing him to clench his teeth to try to refrain from interrupting you again, the craze he felt in needing you outweighing how he had made you feel by edging you.

Before you even had time to finish, you felt him on top of you, his hands roughly gripping your wrists to bring your arms above your head, his shaft slamming deep inside your contracting walls with persistence despite how tight you were. His mouth covered yours, swallowing your cries as he thrusted hard, the bedframe moving lewdly against the wall with each brutal blow.

You didn't care to breathe, inhaling him as much as you could as your slackened mouth accepted the assault of his tongue, your orgasm drawn out generously from his deliberate actions. You felt yourself release again, a rush of wet soaking both of you as he moved his lips to your neck and continued his barrage, the sweat from his skin transferring onto yours while spit smeared across your shoulder blade in the wake of his mouth.

"Good girl, listening to your Captain," he praised, the hoarseness of his voice breaking slightly to show a softness, his authority crumbling from the moment he pushed inside you.

The sounds of wet skin squelching and the scent of your sweat and sex made him lose all control, hammering into you mercilessly, contrasting to the soft and intimate way you stroked your hands along his slippery back, your sweet noises and gentle kisses peppering his neck and shoulder sending him to his end.

He filled you with a loud roar, spilling his hot seed deep inside you while gradually slowing his pace, still rolling his hips into yours as he found your lips and kissed you passionately.

"I love you," he breathed, trying to steady himself after the fury of sensations that had bombarded all of his senses moments ago, peeling his head away from you slightly to stroke his hand over your forehead and match your lazy, tender smile.

"I love you, too, Captain," you grinned, feeling his laugh rumble through you as he met your lips with his again and kissed you hard, rolling over onto the bed and pulling you with him.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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Escapism

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader (pre-apocalypse)

Warnings: Smut, 18+, this is truly sinful and unholy but he's probably my favorite dilf as of recent so. Deal with it. There's also a wholesome part to this.

Word Count: 4.5k WHAAAAAAT

Summary: This is from a request from an anon, "Joel Miller smut? Pre-apocalypse literally ANYTHING? Maybe where Sarah has been trying to get them together forever and one night something just snaps?"

Joel was never the most preceptive man.

He could see a fly from a mile away and hit it dead with anything near him but the man could not for the life of him understand the concept of flirting.

Weeks on ends, months even, of flirting with him every time he'd come into my store with Sarah, buying groceries too many times a week for a normal two person, sometimes three person, household. Sarah liked to joke that he only bought a small amount of groceries at a time because he wanted to have a reason to come back and talk to me.

I couldn't believe it at first.

He's nearly a decade older than me, there should be something creepy about it, about him, but there's something about him that draws me in, makes me completely and utterly floored every time he walks into the grocery store with his stupid flannels and stupid polite smile.

Until it became a habit.

He walks into the local store like he knows that I'm waiting for him to show up, to tell me I look pretty, compliment my braids, or ask me about my day. Most of the days it's all three. And though he was good at complimenting, sort of good at smooth talking, he was the worst at realizing when I'm giving him the same attention.

Sometimes I'd unbutton my shirt a few buttons, inviting his gaze to flicker south, though it rarely ever did. Fucking gentleman. Other times I'd conveniently run out of receipt paper and I'd have to bend down carefully, giving him a perfect opportunity to look at my ass, though there was never a chance my coworker was able to catch him in the act.

He's just so polite, never cursing in front of me, never looking away from my eyes, never offending me in any way, shape, or form. It almost makes me feel dirty for the way that I feel about him.

I don't know when it started, when the blushing and bashfulness turned into pure arousal, never being able to look into his eyes for too long without my knees buckling. There's just so much to him, a depth that I want to dive into.

And, I'd like it to be crystal clear, it was Sarah's idea for him and I to have a sort of date.

She pushed him into telling me that he was free nearly every Friday's, that he would be 'doing absolutely nothing' and she complained about how 'bored he typically is without something to do'.

Instead, she slipped up and instead of saying something, she said 'someone'.

Smart ass girl.

It was the push I needed though, to finally tell him that I don't work Friday's and would love to get to know him. Sarah was bubbling with joy at the thought of her dad and I hanging out and I thought it was adorable.

When I got a call from Joel this morning, just calling to tell me that he was excited for tonight and to let me jot down his address (though I already knew it from the membership I talked him into at the grocery store), I was freaked.

Immediately, panic set in, panic that I've never felt before. I've been on dates before, plenty, but there was something about the thought of being in his home, where him and his daughter live, alone with him, with wine. It freaked me out enough that it made me sit in my bathroom an hour before I was supposed to leave, contemplating if I should call him to cancel.

It's safe to say I didn't, I pulled myself from my bathroom floor and to his house, sitting in my car for too long before Sarah knocked on my window with a giggle, asking if I needed help finding the front door.

I didn't know what to do- I felt like a child, standing in the front hall of their home, swaying back and forth, waiting for someone to tell me what to do. For fucks sake, it took me nearly five minutes for me to actually take my shoes off.

"You two have fun! I'll be down the street at Mackenzie's!" Sarah calls out and I can practically hear the dramatic excitement in her voice, only exasperated by the fact that Joel's cheeks are red as can be as he looks out the window, raising a hand to his jaw to conceal his smile.

"Bye kiddo, feel free to not come back tonight." Joel calls out, deep bellowing voice causes my stomach to flip eagerly but it's his words that stop me in my tracts, brows pulling together in confusion.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, hearing the door shut, Joel and I now completely and utterly alone for the night. "What do you got in store?" I lean towards him, watching the way his eyes drag down the slightest bit, watching the way that my breasts swell against my top that I wore purposely to get his reaction. Fucking finally.

"That's not what I meant." He shakes his head firmly, head tilting cutely at me in an attempt to chastise me and my dirty thoughts but I just grin wickedly, loving the way that I have him stumbling over his thoughts and words.

"Mhm." I nod, tossing him a wink as I lean back into his couch, tugging my knees up to my chest in an attempt to get comfortable but all I can feel is the steady throbbing between my legs. "You should've gone with it. I'm up for whatever you've got in store." I take another sip of wine, giving myself an out when he asks why my cheeks are so red and heated.

"Gotta stop talking like that." He mumbles, adjusting himself in his seat so his knees are parted, his body reclining into the couch with ease in an attempt to get comfortable but all I can focus on is how inviting his thighs look, spread apart like that.

A perfect throne for a queen.

"Why?" His brows lift at my question, almost as if he's asking if he really needs to answer it and he doesn't, I know why he wants me to stop talking that way and it's the exact reason while I'll continue regardless. "Does it intimidate you?"

"You've had some wine, you're probably just-"

"Drunk?" I swish my wine glass back and forth, the red liquid sloshing around as his eyes flicker back and forth from the drink to my eyes that are glued on him. "I've had a half of a glass." I deadpan and he scoffs awkwardly, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck. "Relax, I"m not coming onto you or anything."

"No? Seems like it." He laughs, loosening up a bit as his arm stretches along the back of the couch, leaving a perfect amount of room for me to slip into the crook of his body and I fight the urge to but fail miserably.

I crawl over to his side of the couch, sitting directly beside him, his arm still staying stretched out behind me, fingers brushing against the back of my neck. He shifts so he can turn the slightest bit towards me, tongue sweeping out across his lips.

"Would you like it if I was?" His face pales, lips parting in silent shock and I giggle, taking another sip for the sake of confidence, my body warming at the drink and my proximity to the man I've pined after for so long.

"Why do you think Sarah's so keen on gettin' us together?" He asks genuinely, his once pointed gaze softening a bit and I feel myself getting more and more comfortable in his presence as the night goes on.

With us getting closer and closer, I feel the oxygen in my lungs begging to escape me, only leaving my lips in gasps as my lips chase his hungrily but there's a part of me that doesn't know if he'd reciprocate it. He's so chivalrous, I wouldn't put him past denying myself and himself a moment to just give in.

"Because she likes me and she wants you to be happy."

"And what do you want?" Joel's eyes leave mine briefly, flickering down to my lips and I feel all of my confidence wash away, the things I had planned in my head, the wishes that I wanted to come true, the things that I desperately needed to tell him- they're all gone. No thoughts can run through my head when he's shyly glancing at my lips, almost as if he wants to lean forward and taste them.

"To be taken care of." The honest answer leaves my lips before I can stop the words and my eyes widen briefly out of fear that he'll run for the hills or blame it on the wine but he doesn't, he just waits patiently for me to explain. It'll take a minute or two in the state that I'm in. "Never been taking care of before, especially by a man."

"That's a shame." He scoffs, setting his glass of wine down, implying something greater than him being done with his drink, especially with the way that his hand comes down to rest inches away from my bare knee.

"All this talent- gone to waste."

"It's just sad to hear a beautiful girl like you doesn't have more men falling over her." His eyes don't meet mine but his words meet my ears and force a shiver down my spine, my body shivering as his hand reaches up to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, shamelessly and unwavering.

"I don't have a lot of time to notice many men, I guess." My voice quivers more than I wished it would've but I choose to ignore it, my confidence suddenly rising at the realization that this is Joel being handsy; subtle touches along the back of my neck, touching my cheek, fingers brushing against my knee and leaving room for me to fit perfectly in his side.

We've bridged the gap of my checkout counter and scanning belt, now only inches away from each other instead of feet. He's just how I imagined he'd feel as I lift my hand to rest on his chest, briefly brushing over the neckline of his simple t-shirt.

"You noticed me." He mutters bashfully, cheeks heating up once more and his blush crawls down the expanse of his throat and beneath the collar of his shirt.

"Your daughter kind of forced you into my point of view."

"I'm sorry about her." He laughs, looking down at his lap again, nervously toying with his fingers. I reach out to him, setting my small hand atop his, stopping his fidgeting in its tracks and causing his eyes to lift to mine.

"I'm not." I grin, giving his hand a simple squeeze before setting my wine down beside his, opening up my hands and arms for him just in case he wants the opportunity to sink into me.

"You're good at this. I'm a little rusty." He admits bashfully with a soft smile, eyes flickering out the window once more to distract himself, sun setting in the sky as the TV plays quietly in the background.

"That's okay." I whisper, fingers hesitantly reaching out to brush across his jaw and I worry briefly that he'll push me away, tell me that he's not a touchy person, but instead his eyes flutter shut and he leans into my tongue, almost desperately. "I'm not asking for much."

"I know you're not and that's what's fucking scary." He laughs, chest rumbling and I smile, giving him a simple shrug. My simplicity is what I always assumed would bring Joel and I close to each other, neither of us having much time for games especially in the world of dating. "It's easy- being with you, I mean."

"Really? Cuz you're really hard to be with." I tease, watching his eyes widen in brief fear but I put an end to it almost immediately. "I feel like my heart's going to burst out of my chest."

"You're joking?" He asks sincerely, brows tugging together and I laugh.

"I'm not. The amount of times Sarah's muttered 'be cool' to me before you've rolled your cart up to the check out line is too many times to count on two hands." He looks beyond surprised, lips fanning out into a cocky smirk, confidence brightening up his once nervous expression.

"I never knew I had that effect on you."

"Then I've done a good job at not looking like an idiot."

"I'm the idiot." He laughs, leaning into me briefly, hand sneaking around my shoulder so his fingers can draw simple circles on my bicep. "Should've asked you out without the help of my teenage daughter."

"She planned this, didn't she?" I ask with a tilt of my head but I already know the answer, knowing that Sarah has wanted us together for the longest time, making sly comments throughout the months about how much she loves to see her dad so happy. "Us coming together, being alone?"

"Not the smartest idea, huh?" He adjusts in his seat and I eye his thighs carefully but not carefully enough cuz his fingers tap my arm in an attempt to get my attention and I laugh bashfully before addressing his comment.

"Why?"

"I don't trust myself around you." He admits with a heavy sigh.

"Good." I smirk, hands reaching out to massage his shoulder, electricity sparking under my touch and I feel him visibly tense beside me, eyes watching my fingers out of the corner of his eyes. "You need to loosen up a bit."

"Now you're coming onto me." I giggle, leaning into him, tucking my face into the crook of his neck, finally giving into him and he does the same, pulling me into him by the shoulder, arm tightening around me almost as if he's trying to keep me tucked into him.

"Sure am." His large hand soothes over my thighs that are curled up on his own and it makes me freeze, head tilting up so I can look up at him through my lashes, catching the way his eyes flicker down to my lips.

Before I can process it, his lips are on mine, softly and unbelievably timid, his hand gently cupping my jaw while his thumb tucks beneath my chin so he can kiss me better, my whole body frozen in his touch.

He's a good kisser, a better kisser than I would've anticipated, especially with how single he's been for so long. I always thought that it would be me- the experienced one, the confident one- but with his lips on mine I feel completely and utterly at his mercy.

This isn't fair.

Taking a leap of faith, I swing a leg over his thighs, finally sitting where I've wanted to all night, sinking down onto his thighs with a moan, not once slipping from his hungry lips. His hands grip my waist, dragging me against him and a surprised gasp leaves me, lips finally parting from his as I gasp in a few breaths, wide eyes looking back at me.

"Hi." I whisper breathlessly, loving the huge smile that spreads across his lips at my fragile tone and I can feel my body trembling against his, all of my nerves from the last few months coming out all at once.

"You good?"

"I just-" I start but air forces it's way into my lungs in an exasperated gasp. "I've been thinking about this, dreaming about this, for months." His eyes are so incredibly soft as he looks- gazes- adoringly up at me, hands encompassing my hot cheeks in his hands, forcing me to look at him clearer.

"I should've kissed you months ago." I grin obnoxiously into the next kiss he gives me, squealing when he lifts me further into his arms, standing up with almost no hesitation, arms looped around my shaking thighs.

"Where are we going?" I ask with a breathless giggle, holding onto him tight as my fingers card through his hair.

"Depends where you wanna do this?" Fuck. I tuck my face in the crook of his neck, almost needing to hide from him with the way that he's speaking to me, my stomach twisting and legs desperately clenching around his waist.

"Fuck." I whisper, feeling his chest rumble against mine. "I wanna be comfortable."

"Bed it is, then."

By the time we make it to be the bedroom, his hands are pushing the top of my dress down over my shoulders, hungry lips finding purchase on the junction of my neck, biting and sucking a bright red mark into my heated skin.

I can barely keep up with him like this, the way he's already pushing my clothes off, chasing my lips, hands exploring everywhere they can- it's almost overwhelming but I'd never want him to stop.

I fumble with his t-shirt, tugging it over his head with an excited giggle, immediately finding his lips once more after tossing his t-shirt to the ground. I'm pushing him back on the bed before he can take control again, deciding to find my confidence once more as I straddle his hips.

"Is this how we're doing this?" Joel asks, arms tossed over his head and I just take a second to think about how handsome he is, sweaty hair matted to his forehead, eyes completely soft but his pupils are taking up nearly all of his beautiful brown eyes, simply from arousal.

"That okay with you?" I ask, dragging my nails down his chest, seeing soft pink marks in their wake and his eyes widen, lip tucking between his teeth as he watches me grind myself against him, the roughness of his jeans satisfying the need for friction.

"Do you see me arguing?" He asks, brows furrowing in faux confusion and I grin wickedly, fingers toying with the waistband of the denim, watching the anticipatory look pass through Joel's expression.

"Good." I pop the button with ease, the sound of the zipper undoing acting like magic to my ears. "Because I've been thinking about this for months." He helps me kick his jeans off and onto the floor and my mouth waters, seeing the print of his cock beneath his boxers.

"You are gorgeous." The compliment makes me impossibly wetter than I was before, my lips parting in breathy gasps as tug his boxers off, his cock springing up and into my hand.

I grin, taking his breath away as I give him a few strokes for good measure, before lifting onto my knees, not even bothering to take my panties off. I pull them aside, biting my lip to conceal the plethora of curses that want to fly out of me as I drag his cock against my clit, bumping the sensitive bundle of nerves with every stripe I make.

"Fuck, woman, you're killing me." He groans, back arching off the bed as his hands find my thighs, giving them a firm squeeze, urging me to sink down on him and I do, slowly, giving myself time to adjust.

My jaw drops in a silent groan, nothing but a gasped breath leaving me and I firmly plant my hands on his chest, giving myself a moment to think about nothing but the stretch that his cock is giving me.

"Fuck Joel." I whisper, lifting my hips gently as Joel takes control, meeting my thrusts to lift his hip up and against me and he feels deeper and deeper every time our hips meet. His thumb slips down, brushing skillfully across my clit and I fold, my body collapsing on top of his, face tucking into the crook of his neck.

"You wanna keep going?" He asks breathlessly, pressing kisses to my cheek and my hairline, reassuring me and comforting me throughout the way and it makes my heart swell with something greater than care.

"Please just fuck me hard, I need to cum." He flips me on my back in a second, hitting the deepest parts of me as he hikes one of my legs over his hip, biceps tensing as he holds himself up, pounding into me at an unrelenting pace. "Then we can worry about soft."

He takes my words seriously, leaning up so he can look down at me, spine straightening and his hips work like a piston, chest rising and falling in frantic breaths as his head tips back in pleasure, a loud groan leaving him.

We're chasing our highs like we've chased after each other the last few months, all of the pining and shy smiles coming down to this one moment of trust and closeness. It almost makes me emotional to think of how madly in love with him I've been just from afar, that I'm here right now, in his bed with a giddy smile on my lips.

Most people say its impractical that couples can finish at the same time but when I finally topple over the edge, Joel's arms wrapped firmly around my trembling body, it pulls him along with me, cumming with a loud groan.

"Fuck." We whisper at the same time, tipsy, tired giggles leaving us as our hearts pound, coming down from our highs slowly but surely. He rubs my hips soothingly and I begin to feel the familiar ache of my joints after being carried and tossed around, our giggles dying down into small laughs and slowly even that turn into kisses.

"Wanna go to dinner next weekend?" Joels asks, rolling off of me and onto his back and an 'oof', looking to me with a bright grin, his cheeks dusted in a gentle pink.

"Wanna go to dinner now?" I offer, clutching his bedsheets to my chest as I roll onto my stomach, pecking his bicep gently as I curl into his side for the second time tonight.

"Breakfast for dinner?" His eyes widen excitedly at his own offer and I nod, feeling completely and utterly safe and sound in his bed right now. There's no judgment, no worries on my end, just happy to be here after all of this time of wishing I could be with him.

"I adore you."

#joel #joel x reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us #the last of us fic #joel miller smut #joel miller x y/n

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back2bluesidex · 1 year

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Attention - JHS Smut (M)

Pairing: idol!Hoseok X Fem!reader

Summary: A very jealous Hoseok fucks you into oblivion.

Word count: 900-ish

Theme: Smut, PWP (minors DNI)

Warnings: jealous fucking, domish Hoseok, degrading, possesive Hoseok, doggy style, denied orgasm, rough fucking, creampie, breeding kink (kinda?), Daddy kink, smacking, unprotected sex, (y'all know what's right), established relationship au.

A/N: I came home drunk (very drunk) last night. And woke up with this pwp idea... Idk why. Whatever, enjoy!

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With a rough thrust Hoseok pushes his cock into you completely, giving you absolutely no time to adjust. You grasp, try to opt for a handful of the cotton of the bed sheet.

"But he was a kid, Hobi." You manage to muffle it out somehow. However, you don't even know if you were able to make your voice audible enough to your boyfriend.

"So? What is your point Princess? He was a kid and yet he was capable of stealing my part of attention? Huh?" He grits through his teeth.

"H-he didn't ste– ah! Fuck!" Your words get cut as Hoseok starts to rub figure 8 on your already swollen clit.

"Look at you. My little slut. You were not even looking at me at the beginning of the night. My slut was so busy with my manager's little baby boy that she forgot her boyfriend was right beside her. Does that make sense?" He says, rocking into a very rhythmic pace. You can feel his veins on your velvety walls. The entire sensation makes you roll your eyes. His thumb never stops abusing your clit and you feel yourself getting close.

There was a party in Hybe, an annual one like every year. You were invited since you are not only Hoseok's girlfriend but also one of their photographers. You are a freelancer but you work with Hybe from time to time. That is how you met Hoseok back in 2015. You two started dating in 2018 and have been in a relationship for four years already.

Hoseok is full of sunshine and rainbows but only untill he is in his dance teacher mode or he is jealous. Jealous Hoseok is scary, so you don't prefer pushing his buttons. But tonight you got a little bit distracted by his manager's 5 year old baby boy and gave your boyfriend very little to no attention. Initially you thought he would not mind, but you knew you were fucked as soon as you two got in to the car.

He didn't even show mercy while tearing down your very new red cocktail dress. And he is not showing it when he is fucking you into oblivion.

Your walls clench around his hard shaft. You know you are close and you may cum at any given moment.

"Ho-seok, I-I am close." You moan out

"Close? Are you, princess?" He asks and you nod desperately.

"But would you like the consequences of cumming without my permission, babygirl?" He teases.

"I-I can't hold it anymore. I can't." It's too much for you, you will let it go at any moment and you almost do it but then you feel empty all of a sudden. Neither his cock nor his fingers are in contact with you anymore.

You open your eyes to look at him and see him pumping himself with the lubrication of your juices.

"Bad girls don't get to cum so easily." He says with evident anger in his voice and a frown in his beautiful forehead. You take time to admire your boyfriend. He is a Greek God. The beads of sweat in his face and body makes him look like a fucking fever dream. His dark hair falls on his eyes but you can see the growing darkness in them. You could cum just with this sight of him.

"Turn around, ass up." He commands and you obey. You know he is gonna fuck you doggy style. It's his favourite position after all.

He grabs your neck and pushes your face down on the mattress. He pries your legs wider and strokes your slit from up to down and then from down to up. He twists your clit between his index and thumb once making you mewel. And then he enters again, this time even deeper. A string of curses leaves your mouth as he does that without any warning and yet again, you get no time to adjust.

He hits your g-spot at once and you moan out loudly.

"Be it a kid, be it a dog, I don't care. Your attention should be mine when I am there. You got it?" He grits. You nod.

A harsh slap lands on your asscheek and you hiss. "Words princess." He says.

"Y-yes, I got it, Ho–" another slap.

"What is it you call me, princess?" He asks.

"Yes…y-yes Daddy. I g-got it." You manage to say while choking on your tears.

"Good girl." Hoseok cooes.

You feel yourself getting close yet again and you know Hoseok feels it too.

"Did you learn your lesson, princess?" He asks again.

"Y-yes daddy." You reply.

"Who do you belong to, princess?" Another rough thrust and you feel your legs shuddering.

"You, o-only you, d-daddy. Ahhh! Fuck!" Your words are again interrupted as he starts to stimulate your clit.

"Yes. That's right. You are mine." Hoseok groans.

"You" a rough thrust "are" another one "only" another thrust "MINE" and you cum unannounced.

Good thing is that he cums with you too, shooting rope of cums in your velvety walls.

You collapse on your belly as he falls on the top of you. You feel him softening inside you. He pulls himself out and the mixture of his and your cum leaks from your entrance staining your white bedsheet. You two take a few moments to catch your breath.

Hoseok preps some small kisses on your nape and shoulders. You feel him nuzzling into the crook of your neck but his lips soon find your ear.

"Don't take the after pill. If you like kids that much, we should have our own." He says in a low voice as he bites your earlobe softly.

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☀️ Everyday Idol 🌙 (Chapter 11)

✨ possible bangchan x reader (f), possible jungkook x reader (f)

✨ head on over to my masterlist if you haven’t checked out the previous chapters!

✨wc: ~4.6k

✨ friends to lovers? possible love triangle? obsession? angst and future smut??? a little fluff.

✨ summary: JYP Entertainment launches a new show and y/n somehow gets recruited. Even though she doesn’t particularly care about the outcome of the show, she does particularly care about one of the artists she met: Chris from Stray Kids. Does Chris feel the same or will a potential relationship with one of his friends overcome what y/n feels for him?

✨ warnings: cursing from time to time, smut!!!! 🔞

✨ author’s note: i’ve begun adding dates/times into the storyline, as i felt like it was getting a bit confusing to keep track of dates. i may go back later and add these into previous chapters as well.

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Previous Chapter Recap:

You were too overcome with your craving for him to be able to stop. You didn’t care anymore. If anyone saw you, then so be it. All that mattered in this moment was him.

You felt Jungkook moan ever so lightly as he grabbed harder to your jaw, pulling you back slightly and letting out an exasperated sigh with a chuckle. He smiled, bringing his forehead down to press against yours as he brought your body in to press up against him . “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he beamed down at you.

“Ditto,” you smirked, running your fingers along his upper back.

Suddenly, you heard a DING!

Your elevator was here.

Jungkook reluctantly pulled himself from you and slipped his hand into yours, guiding you into the elevator without him. “Let’s do this again sometime?” he flirted.

You pressed the button for your floor. “Hmm, I’ll think about it,” you teased.

Jungkook played fake hurt, putting a big pout on his face, eyes silently begging.

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll call you tomorrow, you big doofus.”

You saw Jungkook’s eyes turn sad as the elevator doors began to close. He backed up a little bit. “Miss you already,” he said, half joking.

“Miss you too,” you squeezed out as the doors pressed together. You weren’t joking.

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Note: Character relations you can refer back to if needed.

Y/n- Changbin’s mentee

Anna- best friend, Felix’s mentee

Kara- Seungmin’s mentee

Sunnie- Han’s mentee

Mindi- Hyunjin’s mentee

Nisha- Lee Know’s mentee

Alyssa- Jeongin’s mentee

Jenna- Chan’s mentee

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Friday, 8 AM

Y/N’s POV:

If staring eyes had lasers, your head would have been charred into oblivion by now. And it was only 8 AM. You knew word would get around quickly, but you didn’t expect it to be this intense.

As soon as you’d stepped foot into your hotel room the night prior, Anna was already berating you with questions.

“Y/n! Oh my god! You’re all over Twitter already,” she sprung up in the bed.

“Jesus Christ,” you let out a sigh. If it was public already, then there wasn’t much you could do. It wasn’t like you’d been cautious about it. But butterflies swarmed around your stomach thinking of how this could change everything. For good or for bad.

“Come on, come on, tell me about it!” Anna had chirped, excitedly patting the bed beside her. The smile on her face was so deep, you didn’t know if she’d ever be able to peel it off.

She’d listened intently and begged for every last detail of your night with Jungkook. “So you guys are official now then?” she questioned at the end.

You looked off for a moment, pondering what to say. “I mean, we never talked about it…” you trailed.

“But basically,” Anna smirked, poking fun at you.

When all she got was an eye roll in response, she pushed you further. “Y/n’s got a boyfriendddd,” she teased while clinging to your arm to rock you back and forth, giggling.

“He’s not my boyfriend… technically,” you shook your head with an embarrassed grin.

“Oh whateverrrrr,” she gawked, dragging her voice up. “I give it a week tops.”

“And I promise you’ll be the first to know,” you said, trying to pacify her.

“I better be,” she raised her eyebrows. “Everyone online thinks you’ve been together for a long time apparently.”

The comment took you aback a bit.

“Everyone online?” You knew you’d be on Dispatch and the other common social media platforms, but had people had long enough to speculate about it already?

“Well yeah. From seeing the Dispatch pictures a few days ago… I guess they thought he wouldn’t be seen out with someone he isn’t serious about,” Anna poked into your side. Seeing your face halt, she continued. “But don’t worry, I haven’t seen anyone talking about knowing who you are… Nobody from JYP has noticed. Or if they have, they haven’t said anything.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief. It’s not that you were scared for people to see you with Jungkook. You weren’t scared of being seen on a large scale. What you *didn’t want is for people to think you were with Jungkook when you actually weren’t. If things didn’t work out between the two of you, you didn’t want to look like some idiot who fell for a celebrity and then got played… Or someone who was just chasing fame. You weren’t doing any of those things. You were simply taking life as it came to you. You’d thought that would be the best way to live out this new adventure in Korea. You really hoped you weren’t wrong.

But that’s also how it came to be that there were 20 heads turned to look in your direction as you entered the dance practice room. Silence filled the air as if it was an unspoken rule.

‘It’s too early for this shit,’ you thought, still rubbing your eyes from staying up later than you’d meant to.

Of course Jenna’s energy was the loudest, and you couldn’t help but feel her focusing all of it on you as you walked past. From the corner of your eye, you could see her jaw clench as you set your bag down on the opposite side of the room.

You were stealthily waiting for someone to start up a conversation with you about it, ready to be on the offense if needed. But no one did. No one said a word. At all.

As the main dancer, you took that as your cue to get everyone together to begin on your session for the day. You silently thanked the gods above that you’d only have to be with the group until noon. All afternoon and evening was set aside to practice for the showcase the following day. Until this moment, you hadn’t really felt the nerves, pushing them off by saying you still had a few days to rehearse. But today was the last one. Today, everything had to be perfect. Your heart sped up at the thought, but you’d have to push past it for the next few hours.

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“Okay, it’s just not gonna work,” you said, standing up from your previously seated position on the ground. You’d stepped out of the choreography to watch the rest of the team. A few of the girls had been struggling with one part in particular. It was only a couple of eight counts, but there was a lot of fast, dynamic movement. Everyone was going to have to have clean lines if it was going to look right, and at this rate… well, it’d be better to just change it.

“How about let’s try a different approach,” you offered up as you walked toward the group. The song in itself had a bit of a sexy element to it, but you didn’t feel like the JYPE choreographers had encapsulated that at all. It was a strong song, and you knew it had the potential to have an equally strong performance.

“What if it went more like this,” you started before turning your body to face the mirror. You knew in your head exactly how you wanted it to go. You’d envisioned it the very first time you’d heard the song. It’d be a perfect fit. Down on one knee, then the other, a low swoop of your upper body before circling to grab each thigh. A couple of bounces before rolling your body onto your side, arching your back and then letting your hips lift up and drop to each side. A little provocative, maybe, but nothing any more than you’d seen done before. You were all well above age anyways.

“5, 6, 7, 8,” you began your eight count before matching the moves to the beat. You made sure to move fluidly so the girls could see the full vision, how your bodies could hopefully move in more unison thi s way. You felt your mind drift off as you let yourself melt into the motions. If “feeling yourself” was a dance, this would most certainly be it. At the last drop of your hip onto the ground, you finished by arching your ass up one more time before flipping your hair and kicking yourself back up.

Light claps erupted all around, and as you focused back on the people around you, you could see a flustered-looking Chan standing shyly only a few feet away. He was looking around, finally deciding to land on your feet, as if that was the only appropriate place for his eyes to be right now.

“I love it!” Kara smiled, walking so that she was positioned behind you and ready to follow at your next demonstration.

“Yeah, that was really good. Let’s see…” one of the choreographers followed suit and walked next to Kara so that you could walk him through the eight count again.

As you went, more slowly this time, you made sure to make each move more bold so that they’d get each little placement.

Some of the girls followed along in tiny motions, as if mentally mapping out what each step would be changed to. About halfway through, you heard a voice mumble at a tone that was definitely meant to be heard.

“I bet this is how she got Jungkook to like her,” Jenna said, snickering in Alyssa’s way.

You knew you weren’t the only one who heard it. In fact, you were sure it was loud enough so that everyone else in the room could hear it too. As if all eyes weren’t already on you.

You slowly took a deep breath in and stood up, taking your time to turn your body fully toward Jenna. If she wanted drama, then by all means, you’d give her the drama. It was long overdue. Everyone watched in silence as you eyed her up and down before walking over.

“I’m sorry Jenna, did you have something to add?” you asked, your face resting right in front of hers as you stood your ground.

You watched her eyes shift a bit, trying to stay straight with yours. She was at list a little shaken. You could tell by the way her lip slightly quivered. She wasn’t used to having anyone call her out. But she was in too deep now. Everyone had heard what she said. She couldn’t play dumb.

She crossed her arms as a cold and condescending voice coming across her lips. “I just meant that maybe some of us don’t feel comfortable doing those kinds of moves. You obviously have no problem doing it, and that’s great for you, but some of us prefer choreography that has a bit more of a… tasteful quality to it,” she smiled.

You mimicked her fake smile back. “Well if you were worried about being able to keep up with the rest of us, why didn’t you just say so?”

“Trust me, I can keep up with it just fine. What I can’t keep up with,” she continued sarcastically, “is how someone like you keeps everyone else fooled with this little gimmick you’ve got going on.” She leaned in, slightly lowering her voice. “You and I both know how you’ve gotten your fill while you’ve been here.” She smiled maniacally, like she’d just won a big prize.

“Hey, that’s enough!” Chris interjected, moving himself between the two of you. He made sure to pause on your face for a moment, making sure you were okay.

“I was just saying what we were all thinking,” Jenna said, quieter now.

“Jenna,” he said, looking now directly into her eyes, challenging her. “I said that’s enough.” It was quick, but you saw a muscle in his jaw flex before relaxing just a moment later.

After staring at him for another second, Jenna finally backed up. “Whatever,” she let out a laugh in disbelief. “Whatever,” she repeated.

“Let’s all take a ten minute break, yeah?” Chan said loudly, aimed at anyone and no one.

A few more seconds of silence passed before the others in the room started to peel their eyes away from the scene, instead turning to the person next to them and whispering under their breath as Jenna walked out the door.

You dropped your head slightly. Is this really what people thought of you now? That you were a slut and that’s why Jungkook had been seen with you?

You thought back to conversations prior. Kara discussing on the day of your professionalism training how there was a rumor going around that one of the trainees was hooking up with Jungkook. Talking about it again at a lunch with the boys. You remembered getting so upset over it- you’d barely even been on a date with the guy at the time.

Everyone had heard the rumor, but you thought that it surely would have died off by now. Apparently not. You suddenly felt your cheeks get hot.

“Thanks for that,” you mustered to Chan once everyone had averted their attention to something else.

He tried to bring his face up to look at yours, but his eyes just couldn’t seem to ascend all the way. He couldn’t make eye contact if his life depended on it. “No worries,” he strained out before turning and walking in the other direction, seemingly to nowhere.

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Friday, 12 PM

Y/N’s POV:

“Thank fucking god,” you mumbled under your breath as one of the vocal coaches called for a recess.

You knew you shouldn’t let it get to you, but Jenna’s words earlier set the tone for a pretty “off” day. It wasn’t so much that it came from her (you’d decided over a week ago that that didn’t matter), but the fact that she’d said it in front of everyone, making everyone stop in their tracks.

Surely no one would agree with her, right? I mean… it’s Jenna for fuck’s sake.

You were hoping that the one saving factor in the situation was that everyone, to your knowledge, understood that Jenna was a Grade A bitch… Hopefully they knew to take her words with a grain of salt.

Regardless, you could see the way that people were tip-toeing around you. You weren’t oblivious to the stares that were masked by the sides of their faces. It made for a morning full of being self-conscious, and resultantly, a lot of mistakes. You were just ready for a reset.

Felix was feeling better today, so you had made plans with him, Anna, and Changbin to grab lunch from the cafeteria and head straight to rehearsal for the showcase. You wanted to make sure that everything was perfect. No stone left unturned. Neither of the boys had been in the room for vocal practice, so you went with Anna to collect your belongings before heading to the exit.

On your trek, you couldn’t help but watch Jenna’s movements in front of you. She’d all but dashed to the other side of the room at the end of practice. And now, here she was, walking around Chan with a hand running along his back.

‘Quick make up,’ you thought, rolling your eyes as you walked past.

As you and Anna hurried along to the cafeteria, you couldn’t get the scene out of your mind. You couldn’t help it. She was just so… icky. Chan’s her mentor and all, but there’s no way they’re close like that considering the way he scolded her earlier. He wouldn’t be. Not with her.

Hopping into the elevator, you took your phone out to send a quick text.

Before last night, you would have considered that bold. But after basically tongue-fucking Jungkook, you figured that was pretty mild. After all, honesty is the best policy.

After getting out of the elevator and meandering your way to the cafeteria, you easily spotted Felix and Changbin by the sight of Felix’s bright, freshly bleached blond hair sticking out from the crowd. They’d both been waiting next to the line so that the four of you could go through together.

“Thanks for waiting up!” Anna said as you approached.

“I would say you’re welcome, but we had a break while you all were in vocal lessons, and we kinda got hungry and already ate a snack,” Changbin admitted, clearing his throat with a sly grin.

“Just a snack?” Anna asked, cocking a brow.

“I mean it was supposed to just be a snack…” Changbin trailed off as he turned his head to look at Felix. “Before somebody got sidetracked.”

Felix shot his hands up defensively. “Hey, I couldn’t help it! You wanted it too, don’t lie!”

“Well now, I didn’t say that,” Changbin said quickly in his sarcastic tone. “The point is,” he pitched his voice up, “it was a good deal, so we brought fried chicken!” He reached his previously hidden hand from around his back, holding up a bag in victory. An open-mouthed smile was strewn across his face.

“You didn’t have to do that Bin!” you said, heart feeling warm from the action.

“He likes to spend money, take it while you can,” Felix laughed.

You and Anna both said your thank you’s before graciously taking the bag and going to the drink station. After filling up the disposable cups, your group made the trek back upstairs to your usual studio.

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6 hours later, and you were finally starting to feel more confident. The routine was down, you and Anna had been hitting the vocals all night, and you felt like you’d finally gotten your groove. You’d already talked over what you would wear tomorrow and the general stuff like the fact that you’d rather have a hand-held mic. For the first time, you actually felt like a performer.

“Time for a break? I honestly feel like if we run through it a few more times, I feel really comfortable with where we’re at,” you said to the group.

“I agree,” Anna concurred.

“You guys have so much natural talent… really,” Changbin said, serious all of a sudden. “I know you said you don’t really care about the outcome, but I think you guys could really win this.”

You weren’t sure why, but something in his words made you nervous. Like now you had something to prove.

“You really think so?” Anna questioned.

“Yeah, I do.” Changbin replied. “Chan is helping judge tomorrow, so I’m gonna see if he knows more.”

“I’ll be honest, I’d be surprised if you guys aren’t winners of the whole show,” Felix said, also serious now. “I’ve heard JYP talking really highly of both of you.”

“Oh wow…” Anna whispered.

“I mean what…” Felix trailed. “We’ve all heard the rumors that he may be trying to put a group together out of this, and to like actually debut you guys. What do you think you’d say if it happened? If you won?”

“I’d say yes,” you heard Anna respond as your own voice strained out the word “no” in unison.

“Oh,” you giggled, looking at Anna. “I didn’t know you’d thought about it like that.”

Anna didn’t respond, she just looked down, seeming a bit embarrassed. Well, maybe not as embarrassed as falling off her footing. This was the first time in a very VERY long time you’d ever seen her respond this way about anything. You’d almost forgotten she was capable of it.

“I mean, it makes sense,” you went on, nudging her. “You’re a natural. You were chosen as leader after only a few days.”

“It’s true. I’ve never heard of anyone being named leader that quickly,” Changbin confirmed.

“You’d be crazy not to take it,” you smiled, earning a strong smile back from Anna.

“You’d be crazy not to take it too!” Changbin added, looking directly at you with wide eyes.

“Okayyyy,” you dragged you. “I know it could be ideal for a lot of people, but it’s just not my dream. It never has been. But,” you paused, knocking your shoulder into Anna, “I think I could settle with being an idol’s bestie,” you giggled again.

“You’d better be,” she joked. “But that’s *assuming I make it, and *assuming that’s what all of this is about.”

“Well I’d assume both,” Felix smiled with a look on his face you’d seen before. You could pin-point it exactly. The first time you’d seen him like this was the day he’d overheard you talking about wanting to make Chris jealous by going out with Jungkook. The menacing smile and the look that told you he had more answers than he could share.

You decided to leave it be. You didn’t want to push farther into it and get anyone’s hopes up. “We’ll see then,” you grinned. “Plus,” you began towards Anna, “I don’t know how well I’ll be received after all this talk about me catches up to JYP.” You mumbled it a bit, but didn’t care for the boys to hear. It wasn’t like the entirety of JYPE hadn’t been talking about you all day.

“Yeah…” Felix started, but couldn’t finish it, obviously feeling a bit awkward now.

“Listen, we’ve all seen the pictures and stuff, but it’d really nobody’s business. Don’t listen to what anyone has to say,” Changbin said steadily. “And if anyone gives you a hard time, tell them they’ve gotta get through your mentor first,” he puffed his chest out jokingly.

It earned a laugh from you. “I could’ve used that earlier today, but noted,” you said, trying to have it come across as light-hearted. As you stilled for a moment, you couldn’t help but add “It’s not true, by the way. What Jenna said. It isn’t true,” you looked down. You knew you didn’t need to prove anything to them, but you still wanted somebody to know.

“Sane people know that,” Changbin reassured you, reaching over to gently pat your shoulder. “Don’t let her ruin this.”

“I’m not, I promise,” you grinned up at him. “Just wanted you to know,” you looked back and forth between the boys.

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Friday, 12 PM

Chan’s POV:

“Hey, can I talk to you?” Jenna came up behind a sitting Chan, a hand gently running along his back as she walked around him.

“I was about to head out to get some lunch. I thought we were gonna meet Alyssa and Jeongin at 2 to practice?” Chan questioned earnestly.

“We were, I just-“ she settled in front of him, “wanted to apologize about earlier. I shouldn’t have said what I did, and I’m sorry you had to get involved.”

Chan’s jaw tightened a bit. “That’s good of you, but you should probably say that to Y/N instead,” he responded, pushing his laptop into its case.

“I will! I just wanted to tell you too… I’d hate for there to be anything coming in between us,” she smiled flirtaciously.

‘Ahhh so that’s what this is about,’ Chan thought. It took everything in him to keep from looking annoyed, but he’d get his way out of it.

“No, we’re good. Just please make sure to keep things good with the others, okay?” he scrounged up.

“Absolutely! I’m really sorry…,” she looked down before quickly snapping her head back up with that same smile. “So meet at 2? Same spot?” she asked chirpily.

“Yep, I’ll be there,” Chan said, standing to his feet.

“Before, you go,” Jenna stopped him, “I heard a rumor that you were going to be helping judge tomorrow at the showcase?”

“Yeah, I am. But no one was really supposed to know that. Why?” Chan asked, shifting his weight.

“I was just hoping that… ya know, since we worked on this song together, that maybe I’d be able to get a good evaluation? I’ve been working so hard.”

“I can’t give extra points just because I helped with a song… Just do your best and it’ll be fine, yeah?”

Jenna blatantly did not like that answer. She leaned in closer, grabbing slightly to Chan’s arm. “I’d just really like to impress you,” she started in a low tone with a smile. “And if there’s… anything,” she let her eyes trail down the length of Chan’s torso before moving them back up, “that I can do to make sure of that, just say the word and it’s yours.” She squeezed on his arm the tiniest bit.

“What are you insinuating?” Chan asked.

“I’m not insinuating anything,” Jenna said, her voice innocent but teasing. “Just know I’d do whatever it takes to get on your good side. And I’d enjoy it,” she giggled before lightly pulling her hand away from him.

Chan couldn’t help the disgusted look that came across his face. It was purely reactionary. “Please just stop,” he scoffed, eyeing her down for a split second as he took a step back. He could tell that the rejection was about to make her boil over.

Jenna was hasty to be on the defense. Her eyes filled with a look of questioning, like she didn’t understand how he could possibly say no. “Why are you being like this? You hinted at something with us before?” She paused for a moment, obviously mad. “Is this about her? Y/N? You have a thing for her or something?”

“No, it’s not like that,” Chan countered quickly.

Jenna smiled, clicking her teeth. “Yeah, I’m sure,” she said sarcastically. “I saw the way you looked at her that night we all met up as a group. When you were supposed to be talking to me, but instead you were busier with her.” She threw her hands up. “What is it with her? I don’t know what kind of game she’s playing, but trust me, you’ll want to get out of it. Don’t come crying to me when you realize that.”

“What are you talking about?” Chan responded, crossing his brows.

“Listen, we can sit here and play ‘fake nice’ all we want, but we all know what I said about her earlier was true. From personal experience, trust me when I say I know what she’s up to with him. He may be your friend, but I promise you, I know way more about what he does than you do. You can paint Y/N as whatever character you want, but at the end of the day, she’s just his sloppy seconds. At least I have the courage to say it to her.”

Chan felt his head begin to spin. What did she mean by that? Sloppy seconds?

His mind wondered back to the beginning of the week, the first day that actual filming of the show began. How annoyed everyone was with Jenna prancing around holding a display of flowers to show off. As if anyone cared. As if it made her look anything but desparate for attention. As if she was calling out, “Someone look at me! Someone likes me!”.

But it had worked on Chan. Not because he ever cared about her, but because she was holding the same flower arrangement he’d specifically chosen for Y/N earlier that weekend. The arrangement he’d given to JK in a nervous, heart-broken rage. Jungkook hadn’t been there to see you. He’d been there to see Jenna. And to give her flowers apparently.

It’s not like the thought didn’t cross his mind, but this had just confirmed it.

But now… now Jungkook had you instead? Thoughts pounded in his mind about the tangled web he’d found himself in.

“Please, just go,” was all Chan could respond with.

After standing and observing him for a few more seconds, Jenna finally crosses her arms and huffed. “Whatever, but just know that you better not play favorites tomorrow. It would be pretty embarrassing on your end.” She gave one final eyebrow raise before turning on her heels to jet out the door.

Chan could do nothing but stand there, desperately trying to make sense of the information she’d given him.

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All of Time and Space

After a would-be alien invasion, The Doctor offers you the opportunity to travel with him in the TARDIS.

Ten × gn!reader

Warnings: None

"This is supposed to be a spaceship?" With a raised eyebrow, you looked away from the blue box and back to the pinstripe suited man—The Doctor, he'd called himself—his hands shoved in the pockets of his trousers. "It's just an old Police Box."

"Well, looks can be deceiving, can't they?" The Doctor headed towards the box once again, taking your hand to bring you along.

He'd been doing that on and off for the last few hours, holding on tight as the two of you ran from the strange aliens that had apparently infiltrated your workplace. You helped The Doctor send them back to where they came from, only for him to give you an enticing offer.

"You and me. All of time and space. What do you say?"

Even after what you'd witnessed that day, seeing more than just your little corner of planet Earth still seemed far-fetched. But something in The Doctor's eyes told you that you could trust him with your life without knowing him for more than a single afternoon.

You shook the thought away just as the two of you reached the door, and he pushed it open for you, nodding his head towards the inside. "Go on then, give her a look."

Seeing the blue box made you start to rethink that a little bit. Sure, he'd stopped an alien invasion like it was something he dealt with every day, but what if he was just some madman? And even if the box really could travel through time and space, how could the two of you fit in the thing? The Doctor was quite slim, yes, but the idea of being in such close quarters with him...

Hesitantly, you let go of him as you stepped in.

Instead of a dark, cramped box, you found a warmly lit room. The walls were covered in a hexagonal pattern, and it had what looked like curvy support beams spaced around it. In the center of it all sat a console, litered with various knobs and buttons and screens.

And the sound...almost like the ship had a heartbeat.

You didn't even notice that The Doctor had already ran past you and to the console, tossing his trench coat onto the padded railing. He flipped a switch, watching as you took in your surroundings. There was something he enjoyed about seeing others be awestruck at the sight of his beloved TARDIS.

Unsurprisingly, the first thing you said was, "It's...it's bigger on the inside."

"It's called the TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space." The Doctor leaned on the edge of the console, his hands resting on either side of him as he looked at you expectantly. "Fancy a trip?"

You walked towards him, still looking at the room and wondering if you were dreaming. "You said 'all of time and space'..." Stopping in front of him, you smiled. "How could I not?"

The Doctor grinned and, in an instant, began pushing buttons and flipping even more switches. "The question is...past or future?"

"Future," you said without a thought. "Show me something amazing."

"Coming right up!" The Doctor stopped running around the console to pull a lever, and the TARDIS began to make a strange grinding noise. You found yourself glad for the railing as the ship's movements threw you around a bit. The Doctor seemed unfazed by that, continuing to pilot the ship.

Finally, the TARDIS came to a stop, and you were able to let go.

"Sorry about that," The Doctor said, already moving towards the exit. "Her navigation system can be a bit tricky."

"A warning might have been nice." You jogged to catch up to him, stopping in front of the doors.

The Doctor looked over at you with a smile, "Ready to see the future?"

When he opened the door, your first thought was that it was most definitely not Earth, evidenced by the twin suns in the sky. The buildings looked almost to be made of pure gold, all shining bright where the sun hit them. Dreaming felt like even more of a possibility at the sight of a place so beautiful. "Something amazing: check."

Before The Doctor could say that it wasn't where he meant to bring you, you grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the ship. "What are we waiting for? Let's look around!"

"So..." you began, catching your breath as you slumped down in the chair that you had neglected to notice on your first flight a few hours earlier. The Doctor had just landed the TARDIS somewhere else, but you hadn't asked about that yet. "Do your trips usually end with trouble?"

He leaned against the railing, not quite as worn out as you were after all that running. It wasn't his first rodeo with killer robots. "More or less. Mostly more." He looked down at you with an eyebrow quirked. "Why? Have you changed your mind?"

"No way." You eagerly stood up next to him. "What's next?"

The Doctor didn't hesitate to return to the console and whisk you away again.

#doctor who imagine #doctor who x reader #tenth doctor #doctor who #tenth doctor imagine #tenth doctor x reader #10th doctor imagine #10th doctor x reader #10th doctor #my fics***

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seancekitsch · 10 months

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I NEED to see them trying to film that video

im putting this under a cut bc its just smut lol but here it is the long awaited deleted scene between the finale and the little epilogue for Wow, I Can Get Sexual, Too

hehehe

“Shit shit shit,” Adrian swears, quick and panicked, “I think it’s falling.”

The phone itself is indeed falling, slowly sliding down the window sill because the window latch is not a good enough stand for the phone. Adrian’s never had to figure this out. He’s always just held it in one hand while he went to town with the other. He scrambles to put it back to its original position, but it’s no use. Adrian sits back on his heels for a moment, and you get to stare at the way the muscles of his thighs go rigid under the skin. Fuck, you really have the hottest boyfriend in Evergreen.

It’s as if you can see the lightbulb above his head, the way he perks up at the idea he gets, and without telling you rushes to his bookshelf to grab a few things (and give you a nice view of his ass), before landing himself back on the bed with a bounce.

“Is that going to work?” you ask, as Adrian plays a balancing act of setting up books and things to lean the phone on on the nightstand instead. The selfie camera is on, and you can see both of you in it despite all of his shifting around.

He has you on your back, knees up and ready to fall apart for him. Your boyfriend, as of forty minutes ago, looms over you ready to strike.

You like the look of this, you like being able to see yourselves. This feels more intimate than last night in the mirror. Maybe because Adrian is yours now, maybe it’s the way he kissed you so sweetly this morning and clung to you like a life raft that now even filming yourselves fucking for twitter feels sweet and romantic.

“Are you ready, babe?” he asks, putting his glasses down behind his makeshift tripod.

You nod.

“I need to hear it before we start recording babe,” he reminds you gently. You discussed this all ten minutes ago; that you could stop at any time, that if you changed your mind he wouldn’t post it, that your faces would not be visible. His fingers trail down your stomach, only stopping to brush against your clit.

“I’m ready to make all those girls on Twitter jealous, Adrian,” you smile as you say it, joking around.

“Don’t forget my coworker!” Adrian supplies.

“Yeah, her too,” you roll your eyes at your boyfriend. For not understanding many jokes, he sure does know how to tease you for your misplaced jealousy towards that girl that’s probably just trying to make friends. His lips bloom into that wide toothy grin you love so much and he presses the big red button at the bottom of the phone.

His big hands trail up your shins, stopping at your knees to part them and let himself move between them. He bends over you to kiss you on the mouth like a man starved, no, a man dying without your lips. He consumes you and pulls moans from your mouth you’ve never even heard before.

His warm hands drag along your sides, leaving delicious burn in their strong wake, before finding purchase on your hips.

“God, you’re amazing,” he breathes, barely breaking the kiss, instead speaking against your lips. You can only nod against him, despite zero foreplay and barely any lead up, you can feel you skin on fire and your need for him in overdrive. It’s what you’ve referred to as the “Adrian Effect”: Adrian, since you discovered his Twitter, has had you hot and bothered and wired from even the friendliest of touches. Now, with him above you, you can’t help but give yourself over to it.

“Take me,” you beg, huskier than normal; halfway because of how breathless he left you last night, halfway because you’re actively trying to make yourself sound huskier to avoid being recognized on camera.

He obeys.

Adrian presses his full weight against you, torso to torso. His hands fumble at your thighs, pulling and pushing until he can get your legs around his hips, so you can lock your ankles around him and keep him close. You’re not sure how interesting this will be for his followers, but you love the heat from his skin radiating into you. He leans up slightly, only to cup your chest in his hands as he thrusts needlily against you. It’s hardly been five hours since he was last inside you and still Adrian is desperate to be back inside you. You arch into his touch, keening at his groping, just as needy for him too. Fuck, how quickly time moves. This time yesterday you had your hand between your legs dreaming of this exact situation and now here you are practically making it public to thousands.

Your lips chase his, keeping him kissing you while he quietly moans into your mouth, unable to keep his cool while he touches you. Your hands trail down his chest, stopping to play with the light gathering of chest hair between his pectorals before moving down. He hisses against your lips as your hand travels farther to wrap around the shaft of his cock. You think for a moment, that you hope every time is like this. Not exactly being filmed, but that no matter how long this lasts, the reactions and the freshness of the feelings remain. It’s beautiful the way you melt for him and the way he feels put on edge by you.

You cut your own thoughts short, deftly guiding his cock towards your entrance, pushing him just past the precipice before you bring your hands back up to brace yourself against his biceps. He flexes his hips, testing the waters, and you moan as he goes just a little bit deeper.

“You want it all?” he asks, teasing you for how eager you are, but he’s just as eager.

You nod, your lips brushing against his as you do, and he obliges.

Adrian pushes into you fully, his hips flush against yours. He grits his teeth, baring them and seething as he bottoms out into you. You can barely think about how good the burn of the stretch feels, only about how complete all of this feels. It’s pure euphoria, the feeling of wholeness and fullness, you’re stupid and crazy crashing into Adrian’s stupid and crazy in all of the best ways. You work and this works.

It’s not until he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into you that you vocalize your pleasure. A wanton moan draws itself from your lips when his hips meet yours again. You can’t even fake the voice for Twitter, these are your moans and Adrian drinks them in happily. He licks at your lips as they quiver for him, your mouth actively trying to form around words that all die against his tongue.

He begins his pace, somehow harsher than last night, and all you can do is try to arch into it. You know this is persona Adrian, @Mattvtweets if you will, and not the sweet man that needed to kiss you and double check that you liked him in the middle of brushing your teeth this morning. His hips thrust quickly, a rocking on a stormy sea pushing you deeper into the mattress, with you only anchor being your legs wrapped around him holding him close. He stretches you in the most lovely way, just the slightest burn that makes you feel brand new each time.

“Fuck me, babe,” he gasps, a particulars thrust following his words.

“You are,” you giggle, punctuating your words by licking his jawline. Adrian’s lip curls upward, a laugh slightly punched out by his own breathlessness as he keeps up his pace.

“Gonna wreck you,” he promises, the sloppiest of kisses gets pressed to the corner of your mouth.

He leans away at that point, his hands grabbing your legs just above the knee to keep you in place as he speeds up, his hips moving more desperately. You try to lean as far into it as you can, a hard task at the angle Adrian has you at, but your fingertips manage to tangle themselves in his curls and he gives you the sweetest smiles off camera as he continues his cinematic actions. Adrian has you screaming, careful not to chant his name like you did last night, instead opting for sweet little pet names. Babe, Love, and Handsome all make the list.

“Please!” you beg, “Please babe, please let me come!”

The look on Adrian’s face is almost sadistic, almost. If you didn’t know him, you think he would be about to edge you. However you’re so lucky he’s your boyfriend, your giddy boyfriend who blushes when you kiss him. He picks up his pace, to almost a breakneck speed. You throw your head back, pushing yourself between the pillows as he throws you off the proverbial cliff.

“That’s right. Fuckin squeezing me,” he moans, “Tight little pussy like you were made for me.”

Fuck, where did your Adrian even learn to talk like this?

“Yeah,” you gasp, trying to keep control of yourself as your legs start to shake, “All for you.”

God, you sound desperate. And your resolve is no match for Adrian, who decides that’s the moment when he’s going to bite down on your neck. The second his teeth close around sensitive skin you scream, fully giving in to your orgasm. Adrian holds you as you writhe beneath him, never stopping and only slowing his pace, easing you through your high. His bites turn to soothing kisses, just letting you ride it out.

“Thank you, babe,” you whisper, your sense starting to return to you. You’re not sure why you’re thanking him, a man so eager to have you fall apart around him.

“Oh don’t thank me yet,” he mumbles against your jaw, laughter in his tone. He stills his hips, peppering your face with kisses before moving to push himself off of you.

“Where should I….?” he trails off, but you know the rest of the question anyway. Your hands work their way up and down his chest, something you’re still getting used to being able to do after dreaming of it since you joined the team.

“Dealer’s choice,” you offer, and you can see in his eyes he’s about to say he’s not a dealer or something like that, but the camera works wonders to stop him from giving himself away.

“Is— okay wow that was sexy— is chest okay? I love these fucking tits.”

You can’t help but gasp at the feeling of him pulling out. Adrian eagerly untangles himself from your legs, eager to work his way up to your chest.

“Come for me, babe,” you command him, and wrap your hand around his shaft. Your pace starts slow, and then picks up speed, your hand working hip from base to tip. Adrian throws his head back, not unlike the way he had you doing exactly that just earlier, and moans while you work him. It doesn’t take long to have his hips stuttering against your wrist, desperate for release.

“C’mon babe, give it to me,” you beg, working him a little faster.

“Yeah,” he moans, a little breathless, “Yeah, okay.”

He thrusts against your hand again once, a second time a little more ragged and off course, before he spills against your skin.

“That’s it,” you coax him, heat running down your hand and pooling on your chest. You work him through his high the same way he did yours, with care gentleness as he moans and mumbles about how good you are and you drink up the praise.

You slow to a stop as he calms down, and decide you're going to rile him right back up. You uncurl your fingers from around his shaft and immediately dip two of them into the mess along your sternum, only to push the two fingers past your lips, as far back into your throat as you can fit.

His eyes go wide as he watches you, and he scrambles towards to phone to end the video.

"Holy fuck, cowgirl, you can't do that to me on camera!" he scolds, but the wide smile on his face and the kisses he pushes into your cheekbones tell you he loves it. He gently pulls your fingers out of your mouth only to wrap his own lips around them next.

"Why not?" you ask, batting your lashes at him, "You gonna punish me?"

"Mmmm, Mhm" he hums, refusing to release your hand. You can only laugh as he stays put, switching from sucking on your fingers to kissing all over your hand, and fuck, you realize you did good last night.

Your bliss is only interrupted by the alarm on your phone.

"Fuck!" you shout, genuinely enraged at the interruption. Thats your alarm for work.

"Alright, babe, bring me a washcloth or something and then we gotta go," you tell him, and Adrian whines but he's quick to get off of you and follow directions. He comes back quickly with not only a washcloth but one of his hoodies. Of course, because you don't have a change of clothes here. You settle for leaving your shirt here, throwing on his hoodie once your chest is clean and you scramble around for the rest of last nights clothes on the floor.

You manage to dress yourself, looking expectantly between your phone's clock and your boyfriend.

"Hold on, I'm posting," he holds up one finger telling you to wait, "Then I'll drive us over."

Your phone dings, no doubt a notification of his tweet. You don't check it though, because Adrian practically clotheslines you to hug you and pull you towards the door.

It's not actually until you've got your seatbelt fastened in the Vigilante-mobile that you get to check the notification. He posted the video.

"@mattvtweets: I finally got the girl <3"

#adrian chase x reader

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phillippadgettwrites · 15 days

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The First Time, Every Time: Miracle Man

Rated X / 1048 words / Tagging @today-in-fic / Posted on AO3

“The power of Christ compels you!” the old priest and the young priest shout in unison.

Streaks of holy water slash through the flesh on Regan’s legs, slicing her skin wide open. She floats above the bed, rigid and mottled, a shell of the child she was when the movie started.

Mulder’s hand slides further down Scully’s belly, slipping just under the waist of her sweatpants, and gooseflesh lights up all over her arms.

It’s actually really fucking cliche, a fact that they won’t be able to joke about for another six years. The scary movie, the dimmed lights, the flirtatious teasing about one or the other of them being too scared to keep watching. Mulder facetiously sat too close. Scully ironically pulled the blanket up to shield her eyes. He played pretend at comforting her. Somewhere along the line the joke stopped being a joke, and when he leaned forward and touched her jaw, she knew it wasn’t part of a bit.

He’s wedged on his side between her body and the back of the couch, and he appears to have aspirations of sticking his hand down her pants. Though she realizes intellectually that they’ve already made a handful of mistakes and would be wise to cut their losses, the fact that she hasn’t been laid in months paired with the empty wine glass in front of her on the coffee table are seriously clouding her judgment.

“S’that okay?” Mulder mumbles against her mouth as the tips of his fingers graze the skin beneath her belly button, and she doesn’t say no. She doesn’t say anything, just shifts her hips up in encouragement and lets her body do the talking.

It truly was an innocent invitation. She owns the movie, so it’s not like she went out of her way to rent it or anything. Mulder just seemed out of sorts after their latest case, and she felt compelled to cheer him up. She typically finds moody men insufferable, but Mulder actually talks to her about the things that sour his mood, and often even takes her advice, which makes it exponentially less irritating. She’s truly flattered by how willing he is to be vulnerable with her, a trait that she initially thought to be compulsive but later realized is specific to her.

She gasps and clamps her thighs down on his forearm when he sinks a finger into her, and he immediately stills.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, pulling away a little, and she shakes her head and grabs the back of his neck to tug him closer.

Far from hurting her, he just woke up nerve endings that have been dormant since Bush was in office, but she’s not about to tell him that. She can’t remember the last time a man spent this much time kissing and touching her without trying to stick his dick in her. Just when she has that thought, Mulder gently grinds against her hip, and she feels herself quivering around his fingers at the idea of fucking him. But of course they can’t do that. They shouldn’t even be doing this.

He’s very respectful. He asks before he takes off her shirt, her bra, her pants. He doesn’t ask if he can take off her panties, but that’s only because she shucks them off herself when he stands up to slip his jeans off and she sees his cock swing free. Legs spread, lined up, sharp sting and oh. Oh, oh, oh my.

“Oh my god. You feel—” he starts, and she shuts him up with a kiss.

They can’t talk about it, it’s too…real. They’re naked, and he’s inside her, and the screen on the TV has gone black because the movie is over, making it that much darker in her living room. Scully closes her eyes and tries to forget who she’s fucking, and why she shouldn’t be doing it, but she can’t. The way he smells, the way he feels, the exact pitch of his moans—it’s Mulder. Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, god—she’s going to come. Is he going to come?

They didn’t even use a condom.

“Wait,” she says abruptly, pushing on his shoulders.

He pulls out of her and hovers there, breathless, for a beat.

“Is something wrong?”

“We didn’t—I don’t have a condom,” she says.

She can feel every inch of skin on her body burning bright red with embarrassment. It’s real. They just did that. She just fucked her partner. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Okay,” Mulder says reluctantly, sitting back.

She senses that he might have more to say about his clean bill of health, or questions about whether she’s on birth control, but after a moment he starts to get dressed and she follows suit.

“I hope I didn’t…pressure you in any way,” he says, a silhouette against the haze of the streetlights, and she’s exceedingly grateful for the relative darkness.

“No, not at all,” she assures him. “But maybe…do you think we can just pretend this never happened?” she asks, wincing when her voice cracks a little.

“Okay,” he says. “If that’s what you want.”

She turns on her desk lamp, which gives off enough light that he can find and put on his shoes and jacket, but not so much that he’ll be able to see how red her face is, or how swollen her lips. She walks him to the door and avoids eye contact as they say awkward goodbyes, but he’s clearly lingering and she doesn’t know why he won’t just go so she can begin the process of repressing this night deep into the far reaches of her memory.

“Was it really that bad?” he finally asks, and her head snaps up to find a somewhat pained expression on his face.

“Oh, no,” she stammers. “Not at all. It was fine—it was good, that’s not why…”

A slow grin breaks out over his face as she struggles for words, and Scully huffs in irritation.

“Glad to hear it. Night, Scully,” he says, giving her upper arm a squeeze. “See you Monday.”

“Goodnight, Mulder,” she grumbles, flashing him a tiny smile before she closes the door behind him.

She’s not sure if they just ruined her favorite movie, or just made it her favorite for an entirely new reason.

#x files fanfic #the x files #xf fic #xf fanfic

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sketchyslushies · 5 months

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Posting this here bc it’s the only place where ppl ik irl don’t follow me!!

Seabound fic!!! Kinda angst ig? It’s my first time writing a fic so don’t judge too bad ><

Kinda spoilers for Seabound!!! And mainly Jay and Kai w a bit of Cole (not shipping!)((ok maybe VERY MINOR lava coded)) (((like blink and you miss it)))

“She was my SISTER.”

Kai snapped, his eyes glaring straight at Jay. A silence fell over the ninja, none of them really knowing what to say. They’d never admit it, but they were useless without Nya. The team had struggled to stay civil in the beginning, and the cracks were starting to reform. It was only when Nya had become a ninja when they started realizing their groups potential. Kai’s stare stayed sharp on Jay, Jay looking back with his nervous yet persistent eyes. Kai just didn’t understand. He didn’t care. He didn’t know Nya like Jay did. He didn’t love her like Jay did. No one did. The others had gone back to normal life, albeit separated. But Jay, he stayed behind. He waited for her to come back. He knew that she would.

Jay would never know this, but Kai cared about Nya more than he cared about himself. If he really thought about it, he had practically raised Nya. She was his little sister, the reason he kept going when he had lost everything else. She was his light in the dark, the reason he even became a ninja in the first place. But he was too proud to say that, too arrogant to admit it.

“You didn’t even cry at her funeral.” Jay said, his electric eyes finally looking away from Kai’s. The other ninja all glanced at each other, stuck between interfering and letting Jay and Kai settle this themselves. It had only been a year since they all last saw each other, yet you’d assume they’d never met before. Tension spread throughout the room, thick enough to cut it with a knife. “It’s like you wanted her dead.”

“Jay, that’s enough.” Cole said, stepping in front of Kai to try to stop any more discourse. Jay was even dumber than everyone thought if he was purposefully egging Kai on. “We all miss Nya, and fighting about it won’t bring her back.” Jay looked away from Cole, scoffing, but backing off. Even he knew he was going too far.

“Whatever,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away. “I’m going back to the lighthouse, it’s not like we’re doing anything anyway.” Jay reached for the mechanical door’s button, a hot flame burning his hand. “Ow! What the hell?!” He turned around to see Kai, his aim still good as ever. “What was that for, asshole!?” Jay sneered, not noticing Kai’s obvious anger rising. He walked up to Kai, pushing Cole out of the way. His words came out in a jumbled mess. “I seriously don’t get your problem, Kai. You didn’t give a shit about her when she was alive, and you clearly don’t care now that she’s gone. You’re just upset someone’s finally pointing out the fact that you only care about yourse-“

“Do you ever just shut the fuck up?!” Red screamed, punching Blue in the face. Jay fell to the ground, unable to react quickly enough before Kai threw in a few more punches. “You have no idea,” he shouted, “no FUCKING idea how much I care about Nya! Shut your stupid ass up before you say something you don’t know anything about!” Kai’s stature towered over Jay. Sure, he was only a few inches taller, but he was stronger and Jay knew he wouldn’t be able to do much held down to the ground. The other ninja wanted to step in, but couldn’t help but feel like Jay deserved this a bit. They really did all miss Nya, they just didn’t mourn like Jay did. He just didn’t get that. Kai’s fist would meet Jay’s bloodied face just a few more times before Kai paused. Just as he was about to land another punch, he stopped himself. Something he’d never done before. Jay looked up at Kai, noticing a difference in his expression. His dark red eyes were watering. His face stuck between anger and sadness. Jay felt a droplet of water fall onto his face. Was Kai…crying? That can’t be right. Kai’s never cried before. Was there even enough water in his system to do so? The team kind of just assumed his body heat had been too hot to manage water, but never really questioned it. Jay quickly scurried away from under Kai, leaving him still stuck in a punching position. He wiped his eyes, but the tears wouldn’t stop coming. “I loved Nya more than anything in the world, Jay. I did. She was all I had for YEARS. Do you know how much it destroyed me when she left? How much it bothered me when everyone asked how YOU were doing? How YOU were handling her death? No one asked me how I was feeling with my sister dying,” he sniffled, rubbing his eyes and looking towards the ground. “I had to keep it together. If not the team, but for me. I was the face man, the cool one. A little loss wouldn’t do much to me, they said.” His voice warping in and out of a whisper and a sniffle. “I would do anything to get her back, Jay. You don’t even know how far I’d go for her.” Jay had never seen Kai like this. None of the ninja had. The fire ninja, the most dramatic of them all, looked so small in this moment. So vulnerable. His tear stained face was hardly visible to the team, yet everyone could tell exactly how he looked.

Jay stood up and stumbled towards Kai. His bruised body was staggering, struggling to keep upright. He kneeled by Kai, getting to his level. Cole and Zane carefully kept close, just in case Jay was about to get his revenge. Instead, he positioned Kai’s shoulders up to get him to sit upward. He got a really clear view of Kai’s face, his eyes and nose red, his tears smudging the dark eyeshadow he swore he didn’t have on. Jay wiped his tears away, before punching him back in the cheek. Cole practically ran up to Kai. After all, he did always have a soft spot for his firecracker. But, before he could stop Jay from hitting him again, the smaller boy pulled the bigger one into a hug. Blue’s arms wrapped around Red, a small voice muttering out a simple, “I’m sorry.”

Eyes wide open, Kai was surprised. Before he could say anything, he subconsciously tightened his grasp around the curly haired ninja, digging his face into his dark curls and letting his tears fall.

“I hate you.”

Hope it was an ok read!! Lmk how you liked it/id there’s anything I can work on!

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