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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 1 year

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Superheroes with Secrets: What's Expected (Fic Part 192. Set in 2002)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places. Please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.

Tags: @tantamount-treason @piratewithvigor @thedollmaker16

Reference Posts: ‘Giantess’/‘Blacklight Bandit’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ’Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

"I won't hate you. She's evil and she's been cruel to me, but she's still my mom and I can't get rid of loving someone for seventeen years, no matter how awful she's been. Doesn't mean I won't give you a high-five if you tell her off."

"She's a bigot who hides behind her religion, you can tell, she's the kind of person who goes to church and accepts when they misquote the bible, Jesus hated figs, not the gays."

"I got to hear a lot about that. God, there was a lot of bible misquoting at my house. Shannon, remember when my mom offered to pray for your soul when you got the eyebrow piercing?" He laughs softly.

"She fucking blessed herself every time I walked in the room!" Shannon practically cackles.

"Oh, now I just want to see how she'd react to me, all big gothic and imposing."

"God, me too. I almost want to do a pretend reconnection."

"We could, it would be incredibly devious of us, but if you want to we could."

"Not while you're pregnant, but maybe after. Have a good place for Lilith to spend a weekend and try our hand at reconnecting."

"Yeah… anything for you, my love, anything for you." She whispers, pulling Helms into a gentle kiss.

"I'll be okay." He smiles.

"I love you, mon mari, I love you so much…you don't know how scared I was that you were gonna push me away."

"I love you too. I may withdraw sometimes, but I'm never going to push you away."

"I feel like picking you up but I shouldn't."

"Just hold me here. A good squeeze helps me calm down."

Kirby snuggles into his side, squeezing him gently and kissing his temple, "if you're okay, I'm okay, mon mari."

"I'm okay. I'll be okay."

"You wanna talk to Lilith? Would that help you out?"

He nods and places his palm over her belly, "I'm sorry, babygirl. I'm sorry who I am doesn't line up with who your grandparents left. I'm sorry I'm so… different. But I promise even though you have a weirdo for a dad, I'm gonna be a good one." He murmurs.

"Don't apologise for being the best man I've ever met, I love you, ya green goofball, you're my favourite person in the world." Kirby whispers, kissing his temple and stroking his hair.

"And you're mine. Just sometimes wish I could be more what people expect of me."

"I expect the man I married, my weird goofball best friend of a husband, the most handsome man in my life, with his dark hair and intriguing eyes that never fail to make me want to kiss him endlessly."

"Do they really?" He chuckles softly.

"Yeah, I look at your eyes and instantly want to kiss you, anytime you look me in the eyes my heart melts from how happy you make me."

"How about now?"

Kirby pulls Helms into a heated kiss, cupping his face in her hands and looking him in the eyes, "I love you, mon mari, more than words can explain."

"I love you too," He grins, wiping the last of the wetness from his eyes, "I love you so damn much."

"You never fail to make me feel loved, and I hope you feel as loved as I do, because you are my true love, the only person capable of holding my heart in their hands, metaphorically speaking of course."

"I should hope so. If it was literally, I'd get nervous." He chuckles.

"I always clarify because metaphors confuse me." She whispers, blushing a light pink.

"That's always a good call."

"André would make sure people told me when they were speaking metaphorically because for as much money as he had, we never really got enough time to get me checked to see what goes on in my brain."

"Well… we have time now… if that's something you want to learn."

"Honestly I'd quite like that, but only if I don't have to get medication for anything they diagnose me with."

"You can refuse medication, if that's what you want."

"I'd prefer to be me than a medicated zombie."

"I get that. But zombies aren't the only outcome. Sometimes they're happier."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't be me, I wouldn't be the same person I am now if I were put on medication."

"If it affects you badly, you can always go off of it."

"Okay, deal, now I've got to find the nearest place that can do adult mental health assessments."

"There's probably a place in Raleigh."

Kirby gets up, going to get the phone book from the tv room and heading to the phone in the kitchen before searching for a number she can call. Outside by the fire, Shannon reaches over and squeezes Helms' hand gently, helping him calm down all the way.

Kirby comes out to join them after about twenty minutes, "mon mari, Shannon, good news, the hospital in Raleigh has said they can give us an appointment not tomorrow but the day after at two in the afternoon, it's up to us if we all want to get checked but I said that it was just me."

"Well, if there's time for all of us, we may as well." He shrugs.

"I do suspect that you have either PTSD or a grief disorder, mon mari."

"Thought something along those lines too. Figured may as well check."

"I also reckon that you, Shannon, have anxiety or something similar, maybe OCD but I'm not sure."

"Never really thought about it," Shannon shrugs, "but it wouldn't surprise me."

"Dude, you rearranged my shoes to be in height and colour order, and then attempted to put them back in the order they were in," she hands Shannon a bag of marshmallows, "I have never known someone who does that for no reason."

"I may be a slob, but there are some things I get fussy about."

"Yeah, like shoes being in colour order, which made the fact that most of my shoes are black all the more funnier to me because you had a mini panic of which side to put them on."

"Glad my panic is funny to you." He laughs, nudging her gently.

"It was more the squeak you made," she chuckles, "just this sudden squeak of panic and then you started mumbling 'should these go next to the white and yellow ones or should they go next to the red and brown ones' and I couldn't continue watching you because I started laughing."

"Not my fault you have too many shoes."

"I'm a woman who likes to match her shoes with her outfit, can you blame me for wanting to look as fabulous as possible?"

"Well, you hardly have to try. You look fabulous all the time."

"Oh… tha… thank you, that caught me off guard."

"I hope you don't mind that I said it. I've been wanting to flirt with you for a while. At least lowkey."

"I don't mind, I just wasn't expecting it."

"Well… would you mind if I do it more?"

"Not if Shane's okay with it, I kinda like the way you flirt."

"I like friendly competition. Means I have to up my flirting game." Helms grins.

"May make you a little more handsy with me, mon mari?"

"Definitely might."

"Then flirt away boys, ya girl is gonna watch the sky and try not to fall asleep."

"We can get a little saucier, try to keep you intrigued."

"You can, but I still wanna stare at the stars."

"You're prettier than them." Shannon murmurs.

Kirby blushes a deep red, "you really think so?"

"I know so."

She hides her face in her hands, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Don't make my wife malfunction," Helms chastises playfully, "even though you're right."

She squeaks before gently slapping Helms' arm.

"Now you've got two of us telling you the truth."

"Thank God I'm not sat in the middle because then it would be in stereo and I would just absolutely stop functioning."

"We'll avoid that as much as possible."

"I am gonna split a log and then put it on the fire." Kirby whispers before getting up.

"Don't you dare hurt yourself." Helms warns.

"I'm not gonna hurt myself, I've done this way too many times before." She murmurs, grabbing a log and splitting it in half with little effort before throwing both halves on the fire.

"Oh wow…" Helms whispers, unable to prevent the slight twitching in his pants.

"You wanna see me do it again?"

"Yes please." He squeaks.

Kirby grabs another log, splitting it in half with minimal effort before putting the wood in the fire.

"Goddamn…" he whispers.

"I would offer to do it again but there's no need to put another log on the fire so it would just be to show off."

"No sense being wasteful, but…"

"You really want to watch me split another log? Would that make you cum in your pants, Shaney baby?"

"Why don't we find out?"

She chuckles softly to herself before grabbing another log and splitting it in half, chucking the wood in the box for firewood and watching Helms to see his reaction. He squirms a little, palming himself through his sweats.

"Shannon, how many logs do you think I can split before Shane cums?"

"Three more."

She nods, grabbing another log and walking up to Helms before splitting it in half, "do you like me being all strong and showing off, Daddy?" She teases.

"Love it." He groans softly, a shiver running down his spine.

She goes back to the firewood box, placing the split log inside and grabbing another, "you wanna watch me work out, Shane?" She teases before splitting the log in half.

"God, babe, one more…" he hisses.

She chuckles softly before grabbing one final log and splitting it in half, watching his reaction. He shivers softly as his eyes roll back with a soft moan.

"I'm gonna have to throw those underpants out, aren't I?" She teases.

"Nah, laundry works fine."

Kirby smirks, walking up to Helms and sitting on his lap, facing him. "are you sure, mon mari?"

"They're wet, they ain't dead."

"I'm sure we can make them ruined just enough to require throwing them out, but it will take some time, and several rounds of you getting off without touching me."

"Oh you wouldn't…" he moans softly.

"Oh, I would, Shannon, do you mind if I take my jumper off?"

"I don't mind at all."

She stands up for a moment to get undressed down to her underwear before sitting back on Helms' lap, "Shannon, I wouldn't mind if you could help me, I can't seem to remove my bra."

"Do I have permission to get involved tonight?" Shannon asks softly, "I don't want to overstep."

"You have my permission to get involved, especially if it can help you fulfil your fantasies and tease Shane at the same time."

"I plan to do both." He smiles, reaching around to undo her bra.

"You know what would rile Shane up, if we 'put on a little show' for him, ya know what I mean?"

"Mmm, I like that idea."

"Come here you handsome beast." Kirby whispers, pulling Shannon into a heated kiss and guiding his hands to her chest before sliding one hand into his pants.

Shannon stiffens fast against her hand, kissing her intensely, his heart racing fast. She pulls her hand away to pull down his pants and underwear, moaning against his lips as she starts stroking his cock with one hand and fingering herself with the other.

"Can… can I?" He whispers, pointing towards her pussy.

"Go right ahead, fulfil your desires, blondie." She purrs.

He reaches down and wiggles two fingers into her cunt. She moans with delight, stroking his cock and kissing his neck.

"God, you're wet…" he murmurs, grinning softly.

"You wanna fill me up, make me moan?"

"Can I?"

#superheroes with secrets #shane hurricane helms #kirby roussimoff #blacklight bandit #orange and green - the perfect team #shannon brian moore #sws #kirby andrea roussimoff #delilah keshet rosenbaum #gregory shane helms #jeffrey nero hardy #matthew moore hardy #lita hardy

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btsbling · 3 years

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haven || jjk

☀️ pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

☀️ type: headcanons

☀️ summary: he is your haven, when the world seems against you

☀️ warnings: mentions of stress and anxiety

exams are right around the corner, that’s right kiddos

the anxiety of not being able to perform well, the guilt of not starting your revision earlier and the pressure of making sure you don’t become an embarrassment to classmates, family and yourself

it’s the kind of pitched black monster everyone has, living in their brain

the monster that comes alive, with blaring speakers

“you’re not enough, why are you so stupid? you should’ve studied earlier. Your classmates are so much better than you. you’re useless, a burden to everyone”

you know, the type of letters and words that make you want to drive your head into the wall and bang it repeatedly, hoping it would shut the monster that lives within you

i guess this is where you’re at now

eyes staring blankly at the messy stack of books, papers, notes in front of you. Your arms defeated at your side

tilting your head, staring up at the ceiling, you hoped the tears forming in your eyes wouldn’t fall

Your heart was racing, your fingers were trembling, and no matter how much you tried to breathe, you couldn’t suck in a fresh gulp of air.

to being a student everyone. cheers.

i’ve always wondered, how we evolved from people who began research and studies because they were curious and interested in an unfamiliar phenomenon to people who have to wake up everyday, walk to school with heavy steps and prepare for a day of torture

everything sucked

why couldn’t we go back to the times where choosing a colour pencil was our top priority

the tears escaped your eyes, as you laid your head onto the table and began to let out all of your emotions

you wanted to get excellent grades, be the top of your class, but it seems no matter how much you work for it, you’re hardly ever near the top

“it’s the climb” they said, but how is it the climb when all you care about is the number circled in red on my exam paper

and the letter on my report card

studying sucks, life sucks, everything sucks

you could barely see, as your eyes were clouded with non-stop tears

Someone wrapped their arms around you, sitting down on the carpet and bringing you along into their lap

you breathe in the familiar scent of your boyfriend

Jungkook was an example of the student you always wished you could become

top grades, captain of his sport club, someone with great potential

how and why he fell for you, you couldn’t understand

“shhh..baby i got you” he whispered while rocking you in his arms like a literal baby. “let it out, let everything out y/n”

and with that your sobs became cries as you weeped and weeped

for your grades, for your anxiety, for yourself

when you were struggling to breath, he holds your hand and guides you to follow his breathing

and when your heart continued to pound heavily in your chest, “baby, can you name me the objects you see” to distract you

and he stayed with you all the way

when jungkook came by to check on you because you hadn’t replied him in almost ten hours

he got worried and his heart broke at the sight of you

he was aware of the amount of effort you put in to your studies and he was so damn proud of his babygirl

and he wanted you to know that

when your crying subsided, leaving behind subtle hiccups and sniffles

you lift your head from the crook of jungkook’s neck where you’ve been hiding the entire time

“i’m so sorry” you mumbled, tightening your grip around jungkook’s waist

“baby” he said with a hard voice, “you don’t ever need to apologise, i’m here for you, and i’ll always be by your side” he says, kissing your nose

he cradles your figure, and holds you tightly to him like he was afraid that you might slip away from his arms

“i know it’s hard sweetie” his eyes filled with sadness, “but you’re not alone. everyone is broken in a certain way” he reminds you

“but know that to me, to everyone who knows you, you’re enough. More than enough. You’re hardworking, goal-driven, kind and compassionate” he gives you a bright smile while tapping your nose

“not to mention amazingly talented and fucking gorgeous” making you giggle

“and that’s what matters the most. That some things in life might be hard, but you don’t ever surrender. We’re humans honey, it’s going to be hard along the way. But never give up on yourself, never give up on your dreams, and never forgot that i love you so goddamn much” he says, bringing you closer and kissing you on the lips

Jungkook softly rubs your cheek with one hand, and his eyes reinforcing whatever he just said. Eyes filled with utmost love and adoration that you couldn’t help but tear up again

Jungkook chuckles, now moving you to sit on his lap

“take a break, you deserve it babygirl” he tells you, arms snaking around your waist

he kisses your forehead, eyelids, cheeks, nose and finally your lips leaving you in a fit of giggles

“time to feed you, and you get to pick today’s movie” jungkook grins, heart swelling with happiness now that your mood is lifted

“i love you jungkook”

#bts x reader #bts x reader fanfiction #bts #jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader fluff #jungkook x reader fanfic #jungkook headcanons #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader comfort #bts comfort #jungkook x anxious!reader #bts comfort dic

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bentforkent · 3 years

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merry christmas, spencer reid

derek morgan x spencer reid x penelope garcia

a/n: this is a spencer-centric morceid fic. i find spencer the easiest to write, so i enjoy framing these moments through a spencer-lens...hope that's okay with y'all :)

content warnings: none! this is straight FLUFF, love, and banter baby!

word count: 2087

in which derek, penelope, and spencer are at the airport, heading to chicago for christmas

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Arrive at Airport - 6:47 AM

It’s cold. Spencer Reid is certifiably a genius, and all he knows at this moment in time is that it is cold. A fog has settled over the airport drop-off zone, wet and enveloping. Spencer thinks it might be melancholy if not for the sun just barely peeking over the horizon and Penelope’s bright pink coat bouncing around in front of him. She’s wearing enough layers that it’s difficult for her arms to move, leaving Derek and Spencer to pull their luggage from the trunk of the Uber. To compensate for her lack of involvement, she flits around the pair, pressing gentle kisses to their cheeks.

She’s moving a little too much for Spencer’s liking. It’s still early and he’s feeling quite overwhelmed. Late minute packing, bickering, and a sugary coffee before 6 in the morning will do that to you. But he loves Penelope--oh, he loves her so much--and he’s been working through this type of sensory overload response in therapy, so instead of snapping at her to calm down and please stop moving, he reaches for her hand with the one that isn’t white-knuckling a heavy suitcase.

Penelope, ever intuitive, ever loving, laces her fingers with his spindly ones and slows to a still next to him. “Oops. Sorry, lovebug,” she says, and Spencer, relaxing, kisses her flushed cheek.

“Are you excited?” She asks him.

Spencer nods rapidly, curls bouncing. It’s Spencer’s first Christmas spent with Derek and Penelope, his first time going to Chicago with them, and his first time meeting Derek’s family. He’s nervous, but so excited. Spencer watches as Derek lifts the luggage onto the curb, and finds himself wishing it wasn’t so damn cold so he could watch Derek’s muscles flex in the absence of a heavy jacket. Penelope follows Spencer’s gaze and squeezes his hand as if she can hear his thoughts and agrees.

As if on cue, Derek thanks the Uber driver and turns to them.

“You guys are no help,” he remarks, gesturing to the disparity between the amount of luggage each of them were carrying. Penelope pulls her empty, suitcase-free hands from Spencer’s, hiding them behind her back to playfully feign innocence. Spencer’s heart swells as he watches Derek’s smile widen and overtake his whole face.

“Spence, you want me to take that bag?” He asks. He reaches for it, brushing against Spencer’s exposed wrist tenderly.

Spencer beams at him. “No, you’ve got all of them. I can handle this one.”

As they bustle into the airport, the cold air feels a bit warmer.

Check Bags - 7:12 AM

“Babygirl, I hope you checked that bag’s weight twice, because I am not paying extra for you going over the 50 pound limit again,” Derek says, looking down at Penelope where she’s perched on the edge of her suitcase. The line they’re in to check their bags hasn’t moved in a while, and once Penelope had discovered that her suitcase was sturdy enough to hold a human body despite the wonky wheel she’d broken trekking through this very airport last Christmas, she’d been sitting on it ever since. She offered Spencer a spot next to her, of course, but he was enjoying standing with Derek. Every so often, he reaches over and pinches Spencer’s hip playfully, kissing his cheek when Spencer squirms in response. So yeah, Spencer is enjoying it.

Penelope kicks her leg out and hooks it around Derek’s. “Oh, you love me, you’ll pay for it,” she replies, with a toothy smile up at him.

“Did you know that there was once a tiny Samoan airline that actually determined ticket prices based on the weight of their passengers, instead of weighing their luggage? Each kilogram someone weighed was 93 cents onto the price of their ticket,” Spencer says.

“How did that work out for them?” Derek asks intently, enthralled by Spencer’s words.

“They closed. A lot of people were really upset by the weight thing, but because it made children’s tickets cheaper than the average ticket, a lot of traveling families actually preferred that method.”

Penelope hums, standing from her seat and wrapping her arms tightly around Derek’s waist. On instinct, he rests his hand on her lower back protectively, holding her close and pressing kisses to her forehead in quick succession.

“Probably would be cheaper for us to fly that way,” Derek says. “Penelope’s earrings alone are about 49 pounds in there.” He gestures to her floral luggage.

Penelope turns her head to make mock-serious, unwavering eye-contact with Spencer. “He’s mean to me,” she says matter-of-factly.

Derek shakes his head with a chuckle. Spencer notes that his smile hasn’t left his face. He hadn’t thought it possible for Derek to be any happier, but apparently Penelope makes it so. Spencer knows the feeling.

“I love you, Penelope, you know that,” Derek replies, kissing her chastely.

(Penelope’s suitcase weighs at 27 pounds.)

Go Through Security - 7:44 AM

“Hey, those are my socks!” Spencer says, looking pointedly at Penelope’s feet.

The socks are yellow, ankle-high, and covered in rainbows. They’re cute, and Spencer knows they’re cute because they’re his, a pair he’d picked up at a random general store in Des Plaines, Illinois, while on a case. He remembers sending Penelope a photo of them that night, just his socked feet next to Derek’s where they laid on the hotel’s puffy white comforter. She answered with a smattering of emojis, saying she was “So jealous!” Spencer had thought she was referring to the quality time with Derek, but it’s apparent now as she puts her shoes into a gray bin, sliding them onto the conveyor belt, that she’d really been jealous of the socks all along.

“If they’re your socks, why am I wearing them, loverboy?” Penelope counters in jest, back turned to both Spencer and Derek as they follow behind her through the security checkpoint. She flashes a genuine smile to the stoic TSA agent ushering her through as if to say, “Boys, right?”

Instead of arguing, Spencer turns to Derek. “Those are my socks.”

The TSA agent, still sporting a neutral expression and seemingly unimpressed by Penelope’s charms, calls for Spencer to move forward. He’s trying to keep up, obviously, but this morning he double-knotted his shoelaces as always and has slight trouble getting them off quickly. Once he manages to get all of his belongings--belt, shoes, coat, and hat included--into the tray, he stumbles into the security scanner.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. The TSA agent gives him a half-smile in return, and Spencer takes the emotion and holds it close to his chest.

It’s only when Spencer and Derek finally meet Penelope at the bench she’s at, lacing up her boots, that Spencer looks down at Derek’s feet.

“Der,” he says.

Distracted with putting his belt back on, Derek replies absentmindedly. “Yes, baby?”

“Those are my socks.”

Derek looks down at his feet. Two bright pink kittens smile up at him.

Arrive at Gate - 8:17 AM

Penelope passes the sweet-smelling hand sanitizer towards Spencer as they sink into the grimy, uncomfortable seats at the gate, dropping their carry-on bags.

“‘Frosted Snowball,’” Spencer reads aloud from the glittery blue bottle. He pours a generous amount into his hand, watching earnestly as the glitter spreads across his hands and in between his fingers. Something about disinfected hands and shimmer makes him feel as awake as he’s felt all morning, although he secretly hopes Penelope will propose going to get a coffee to help him maintain the feeling.

“Isn’t it cute? I got a few, there’s one in your stocking at home. I couldn’t leave it, look at the little polar bear!”

Spencer passes the sanitizer to Derek, who inspects it with a raised eyebrow.

“Why couldn’t they just call it ‘Coconut,’ if that’s the scent?” He asks, squirting a bit of the gel into his hand. “Makin’ me squint and read the fine print to find out what it actually smells like.”

Penelope presses her lips into a faux pout. “Because ‘Frosted Snowball’ is a cuter name than--” She lowers her voice to mock Derek’s--”’Coconut.’ And, it’s festive! Winter themed!”

Spencer pipes up. “Looks like someone isn’t getting ‘Frosted Snowball’ in their stocking this year.” He grins at Derek.

With a shrug and a smile, Derek slings his arm around Spencer’s shoulders and pulls him to his chest, pressing his lips to Spencer’s temple and letting them linger there. Locking eyes with Penelope, Derek smiles. “C’mere, pretty girl,” he says, patting the seat next to him.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Penelope says, patting Spencer’s thigh as she leaves his side to sit next to Derek.

The airport bustles around them, but they stop and sit, a peaceful bubble of limbs and public displays of affection and glitter and coconut scent.

Board Flight - 9:07AM

“Are you feeling okay?” Derek whispers into Spencer’s ear, letting his lips brush against it. Spencer leans into his touch. Penelope is tucked into her knitting already, and she’s pulled out an extra set of needles and yarn for Spencer.

Spencer nods.

“You’ve been quiet since we boarded,” Derek observes.

Spencer speaks quietly. “I’m just nervous, I guess. I read an article in Psychology Today about how your partner’s parent’s approval can affect how much love and affection you feel in a relationship, and I just don’t want to mess up.”

There’s a pregnant pause. Derek wants to quell Spencer’s fears and reassure him that everything is okay, but then Spencer is talking again, equally as hushed, but more panicked.

“I’m also nervous because, I know your mom and sisters love Penelope, and I’m...I’m new.”

Derek frowns. His palm finds a spot on Spencer’s chest, right over his heart. Derek knows the weight and warmth of his hand will stabilize Spencer, regulating his breathing, and preventing any anxiety attacks from blooming. Grateful for the touch, Spencer continues.

“They’re gonna think it’s weird that we’re together and that it’s weird that I’m a man and that I’m awkward and gangly and I’m not good with social situations and sometimes I say the wrong things at the wrong time and...yeah.” He stops himself from continuing, noticing how he’s working himself into a frenzy. Derek smiles a tiny half-smile, and Spencer returns it in acknowledgement.

Penelope, having overheard bits of the conversation, pulls Spencer’s right hand to her lips and kisses his knuckles softly as a reminder of her presence, then turns back to the new scarf she’s making. It’s in a deep mauve, close to Spencer’s favorite shade of purple. (She hasn’t decided if she’s going to give it to him yet. On one hand, it is his color, and he wears scarves more than she does; but on the other hand, because it’s his color, whenever she wears it it would be a reminder of him. She’s torn. They’ll end up sharing it.)

Derek tucks a piece of Spencer’s hair back behind his ear.

“Let me ask you something,” he says. “Do you think it’s weird that we’re together?”

“No,” Spencer replies.

“Do you think it’s weird that you’re a man?”

“No.”

“So,” Derek shrugs as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “If my family feels some type of way about it, that’s their own issue to get over.”

Spencer nods, letting his eyes search Derek’s.

Derek kisses his forehead. “But, I would never intentionally put you into a situation where I know you would be uncomfortable or unwelcome. You know that, right? Tell me you know that.”

Spencer nods, again. He knows. Derek always protects him. He taps Derek’s hand where it lies on his sternum as an example.

Derek nods, then plants a firm, wet kiss on Spencer’s pouted lips. “So trust me when I tell you it’s all going to be okay, okay?”

“Okay,” Spencer says, and he means it.

Derek pats his chest lovingly and moves to put in his headphones. He’ll catch up on his sport podcasts, but in approximately 23 minutes, he’ll feel bad about having headphones in and offer one to Spencer. Spencer eagerly awaits this interaction, although he’ll decline, waiting for Penelope to get bored with her knitting. Then, the two of them will watch some campy 90’s movie together, and share the peanut M&Ms he snuck into his coat pocket to surprise her with.

But for now, Spencer takes Penelope’s extra set of knitting needles, laying them across his lap.

Content in where he’s at, he smiles and folds up his itinerary.

#morceid #morcia #spencer reid fanfiction #derek morgan fanfiction #penelope garcia fanfiction #penelope garcia #derek morgan #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds #cm

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oftenderweapons · 3 years

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Papa Noël — Namjoon

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 7.0k

Genre: fluff, smut, engaged rmxr, idol!AU

Rating: 18+

Hello bunnies! Merry Christmas to all of you. I wish you all the best ✨💜

I had to write this thingie because I’m selfish and I had this sort of unholy vision that told me, “you must do it”. And so I did this.

This fic is set on Namjoon and Vixen’s first Christmas together. The two are engaged (you’ll read about that sooner or later). Unfortunately, Vixen had to attend a dinner party at which she couldn’t bring Namjoon (their relationship is still very, very private, and even her parents don’t know who she’s dating, plus they respect her privacy). Namjoon spends the night with his friends, but decides to head back home and wait for Vixen — who is unforturnately late. As soon as she arrives, he is quite eager to warm her up and let her unwrap her Christmas gift. But he’d much rather unwrap her first.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: I’ll be on the naughty list forever after writing this. Swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, DDLG dynamics/daaddy kink, dirty talking, striptease, lingerie fetish, light foot fetish, very lowkey roleplay, sex toy (glass dildo), oral fixation, masturbation (female receiving) light bondage (satin bow), spanking (with rings... ahem), thigh riding, cum play and cum eating, mentions of oral sex (male receiving), a very emotional proposal, mentions of unprotected sex (never ever ever do that unless you’re 10000% sure BOTH YOU AND YOUR PARTNER(S) ARE CLEAN)

Suggested playlist: I Just Melt - Sabrina Claudio // Short Red Silk Lingerie - Sabrina Claudio // Santa Baby - Ariana Grande, Liz Gillies // I’ll Be Home For Christmas - Demi Lovato // Wishlist - Alaina Castillo

In case you need it, here is my masterlist :)

Enjoy!!!

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Papa Noël (French) — Santa Claus, en. [Daddy Christmas, lit.]

Namjoon sat on the sofa, his naked foot tapping against the plush carpet. For a second he considered what the actual fuck he was doing in his own living room dressed like that, making an absolute fool of himself.

Then he remembered the party your firm had organised for Christmas Eve, and the fact that he couldn’t have attended with you.

He hadn’t asked you to stay home, especially since your mother and father were going to attend too, and your boss and them had been friends for a very long time.

Obediently, you had followed your father’s will, you had put on your delicious blue velvet dress and you had made sure Namjoon saw you secure the little clip of your suspender belt to your stockings.

“I won’t be out late.” You had told him as he knelt and secured the small straps of your stilettos around your ankles.

“I’m a bit mad you’re going to be out, all dolled up, without me.”

“There’s a ring on my finger, Joonie.” You said.

“A ring and no fiancé. How inconvenient,” He murmured, letting his palms climb up the back of your thighs, until they met the naked skin above the elastic band of your stockings. “Aren’t they going to ask questions?” He asked, letting his long middle finger slide against the soft satin of your panties.

“No.” You said. “They know I’m in a relationship. They know I’ll tell them when I deem it appropriate.”

He moved his hand away from your slit, gripping your asscheeks. “Are you ashamed of me?”

“No.” You replied, dry, determined. Damn his paranoia. “You know there’s nothing I want to do more than use you as my toy boy, my future trophy husband.”

He grinned and sunk his nails into your flesh. “I’m just trying to keep you from rumors, my love.” You replied. “Not all the people in there are as discreet as I am.” You cupped his face. “And it’s not like I’m leaving you all alone.”

He nuzzled his face against your lap. “Jin and Angel are coming over at Yoongi and Kitten’s. I was invited,” Namjoon explained, taking his hands out of your skirt.

“I’m glad I’m leaving you in good hands.”

“It’s our first Christmas together.” He sulked.

“You’ll have me all for yourself tomorrow.” You combed his hair affectionately. “You’re lucky my family doesn’t take this Christmas thing seriously.”

“Will I get breakfast in bed?” He asked, raising to his feet and dwarfing you.

You studied his figure with your eyes, observing his cream turtleneck that made his skin tone look like molten caramel, the expensive cashmere so soft under your palms, and then the light brown slacks, the shape of his cock so delicious that you couldn’t hold yourself back from tracing it with the tip of your index finger.

“Will I get breakfast in bed?” You asked, taunting him.

“I don’t think it’s good for my babygirl to have her favourite candy cane first thing in the morning.” He replied, raising an eyebrow and catching your wrist. “I wouldn’t be a responsible daddy.”

“Come on, it’s Christmas.” You replied, whining a little and stretching to reach his mouth.

He grinned as he saw you struggle, his dimple appearing as you kept pushing yourself on the tip of your toes, trying to touch his lips with yours. His nose scrunched and his eyes shrinked to heated slits as he bent his head down, allowing you access before he tightened his hands on your waist and picked you up, lifting you a few inches from the ground while you tightened your arms around his neck.

“I’ll think about it.” He murmured on your lips.

“Please.” You hummed quietly.

His hand slipped down to your ass and squeezed it. “Maybe.”

You pouted and parted from him. “Then I think I might stay out late. Stay at my parents for the night. Mother always arranges beautiful brunches when I stay there. And Magdalene could enjoy me visiting her. You know, our governess. She raised me.” You said, fixing your dress and wearing your faux fur.

“Come home. Eleven forty-five. No later.” He said, wrapping a forearm around your hips and spinning you around; you stumbled a little on your heels with the whole motion and the way he joined his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. “I’ve got gifts to deliver.” He said, parting from you and fixing your lipstick.

“I’ll try.” You said, checking your watch and realising that probably your parents had already sent their driver to get you.

“I have to go.” You murmured, cupping his cheek. “You know there's nothing I wanted more than spending the evening with you.”

“I know. I’ll wait for you.” He said, fixing a small lock of your hair behind your ear.

He accompanied you to the front door and opened it for you. “Have a nice evening, love.”

“You too.” You replied, completely charmed as he set you free like a delicate, gracious butterfly.

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He started getting worried when he realised you were half an hour late. Then forty-five minutes. At midnight thirty-three, he heard some noise at the front door.

There you were, legs wobbly, giggling at the phone. “I’m home. Yeah. Love you too. Stay warm.” You said softly, and then squealed. “No, I won’t choke on my boyfriend’s enormous dick. I’m super late. He’ll kill me.” Another pause. “No, he won’t kill me with his colossal cock. Stop talking about my fiancé’s cock, you slut!” You erupted in a bubbly laugh.

Namjoon felt his disappointment disappear, just slightly.

“You could always go choke on Taehyung.” Pause. “Stop rubbing that on my face. I am TINY! It’s not my fault.”

Namjoon heard your snort-laugh. The one you used only with your closest people. He realised you were on the phone with Lace. He relaxed even more. “Gotta blast. Love you. Merry Christmas, you hoe.”

You giggled again as he heard you try to take off your shoes before you lost your balance, leaning on the wall. You hissed and cursed at the shoes. He heard the sound of you taking off your coat. And then you appeared, beautiful, so innocent, standing in the soft light of the Christmas Tree.

And there he was. Sitting on the sofa. Legs parted wide. Shirtless. Barefoot. In a pair of red satin loose sweatpants with white furry hems at the ankles. And a Christmas hat.

You swooned.

“You’re late, little fox.” He said, pinning his forearms to his thighs and leaning forward.

“I stayed out with Taehyung and Lace. We wanted to call you but I didn’t want to interrupt your previous arrangements.”

Namjoon licked his lips and bit his lower one, rubbing his index finger against his chin. “Jin and Angel kept making sex puns about chimneys and gifts and whatnots. Yoongi literally licked whipped cream off Kitten’s finger.” Namjoon exhaled. “It was painful. To say the least.”

You chuckled as discreetly as you could.

“Is it funny, Vixen?” He asked, tipping his head back. “You’re forty-five minutes late.”

You sucked your lips past your teeth, lowering your head. “Tae and Lace were at the party. We left for a quick drink. We lost sense of time a little.” You said, flustered.

“I was here, waiting for you and you were out with your best friend and her boyfriend, my friend.” He said, crossing his arms and cocking his head to the side. “Are you listening?”

“Yes. Of course. I’m sorry.”

No, you weren’t. You were staring at his biceps, flexing, his chest expanding with ample breaths, his pectorals twitching. The mole on his chest. The path that it drew up the tendon of his neck, joining the other little mole near his collarbone, all the way up to the one below his plump lip. And the way his skin glimmered deliciously at the delicate lights of the Christmas Tree. You were ready to ask him a picture.

In your uterus was currently burning a blue hypergiant star. Just to clarify, 37 times hotter than the Sun.

“You’re not listening.” He said, snickering. “I can see it.”

“I tried though.” You said shyly, pouting.

He smiled and laid against the back of the sofa. “Come here.”

You blinked a couple times, rubbing your hand against your sternum, worried, biting your lip and playing coy. “Can I take off my dress first?”

“Of course, babygirl.” He said, propping his elbows on the pillow behind his back.

You saw his chest stretch and oh’ed at the vision, making him giggle. “Come on, babe.”

You frowned and felt your ankles wobble as you undid the zipper at your side, bending down to lift your dress up from the lower hem, slipping it off from over your head.

It took you a while to orient yourself on your way out of your dress, but as soon as you were free, you placed it down folding it neatly over the coffee table, where you noticed a small package wrapped in red paper and a big ribbon.

“Is that mine?” You asked, batting your lashes at Namjoon.

“Yes, darling.” He said, his eyes skimming your entire form. “Are you tipsy?” He asked, worried.

“A teensy, tiny bit.” You said. “Literally one glass of champagne, a spoonful of punch and a glass of wine with Tae and Lace. Nothing more.” You said, easing his nerves. He didn’t like when you drank — only because you’re a lightweight and he doesn’t want you to get sick.

He smiled softly as you listed the drinks. “It’s okay, buttercup. I’m not trying to control you. Just making sure that you can take me.”

You bit your lower lip, nodding.

“You look delicious, sugardoll.” He said, now finally focusing on your attire.

You smiled cutely and fixed your hair. “You like it?”

“I do, babylove.” He said. “Let me see it from up close.”

You walked closer to him, standing in between his legs.

“Come on, give me a little twirl.” He said, placing his hand on your waist and helping you make a small, slow spin. You still had your heels on, after all. Just the way he liked it.

“Let’s take off the big girl shoes, yes? That way you can be all tiny and barefoot for daddy.” He said, finding your wrists and placing your palms on his naked shoulders.

His skin was so hot. To the touch too.

“Give me your foot, baby.” He said, looking up at you.

You felt like crying. In the best way possible.

You complied and his big fingers struggled a little with the small clasp before he managed to free it.

The other shoe was easier. He diligently placed the stilettos out of the way, by the side of the sofa. “Next these.” He said, laying his hand on the back of your thigh and placing your foot between his legs, so close to his cock, currently laying across his lap, half mast towards his left hip. You noticed he still had a set of rings on, including the one shaped like a thick bear head, which he had bought in honour of the nickname you had assigned him.

He fought with the clip of the suspender belt, vaguely knowing that he should look for a small clasp on the upper elastic band of the stockings, but not knowing how to undo them. He still had a lot to learn, he realised.

Your spindly fingers assisted him, showing the procedure. “There’s a rubber nub, inside. It grips the stocking and blocks it inside the metal frame, on the outside. You just need to slide the nub out of the frame.” You explained, showing him.

He observed the movement of your fingers, the suspender strap snapping free.

“There are other three. You can practice.” You smiled gently.

He looked at your sweet face, at your eyes glittering in the Christmas lights. He was completely in love. Enchanted. Head over heels.

He turned his eyes down, looking once more at the suspender strap on the other thigh, caressing your naked skin with the back of his index and middle fingers before hooking them under the fabric of your stocking, spotting a flat rubber surface. That must be the back of the nub. With his thumb, on the outer side, he spotted the nub, hooked in the small metal frame, covered in nylon. He slid it upwards and felt the strap snap.

“Just like that, daddy.” You said, removing his hat with a smile and caressing his hair. So soft. It smelled like cedarwood, vetiver and patchouli. It smelled like safety, home, reassurance. Passion. Unconditional love.

You led his hand to the back of your thigh and he percurred the length of the elastic strap to the hem of your stocking.

You exhaled and closed your eyes as you felt his fingers on your nude leg.

With the left side undone, he placed your leg down and picked up the other, laying it directly on his lap, where you felt his hardening sex under the sole of your foot. “Don’t press down, babygirl.” He said, making a quick work of the last clasp before looking up at you.

“Good boy. Quick learner.” You said, caressing his face.

He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek into your palm. His hands flew to your waist and held you there as he scooted closer to the edge of the sofa, coincidentally pushing his cock into your foot.

However, his focus wasn’t there. His target was your inner thigh, which he licked elegantly, suavely, before moving his mouth along you leg, gripping the hem of your left stocking with his teeth and slowly pulling at it, making the nylon roll down your leg, until it reached your calf. You lifted your leg for him, bringing your ankle and then your foot close to his mouth. He laid back against the sofa, the black sheer stocking dangling from his mouth as he stared at you and cocked an eyebrow teasingly.

You giggled and squealed at the vision.

“I hope my feet don’t smell.” You chuckled.

He pouted. “You never really smell.” He said after letting the garment fall from his mouth. “Really. Your sweat never smells.” He said accompanying your leg down and picking up the other. “And I’ve made you sweat a lot. I would know.”

Again he grabbed your stocking with his teeth, tugging it harder this time, since it looked stuck to your skin. With your assistance, he pulled it all the way down, this time letting it fall straight away to place a kiss on the curve of your foot.

“You’ve got the prettiest little footsies.” He murmured. “They’re babylike. So soft. So small.”

“It’s your feet being exceedingly big. I’m medium sized.” You replied, placing both your feet on the floor.

“Wow.” He said, staring at you. Now he had time to study the deep red silk slip you had been wearing under your dress, with its delicate white lace applications on your chest and on the lower hem. “I’m the luckiest man alive.”

You giggled, embarrassed before pulling a cocky move, slipping your hands under the silk gown and hooking your thumbs into the sides of your thong, wiggling your hips as you pulled it down and bent to Namjoon’s waist, tucking the accessory into the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Now you’re the luckiest.” You said, grinning at him mischievously.

He simply raised his eyebrows, mouth wide, perfectly still for a couple seconds before he leaned his head to the side, looking away, his lips curling up in the smallest smile, making eye contact with you and shaking his head.

“Don’t think I forgot you being forty-eight minutes late.” He said, leaning forward as you placed your foot on his knee, parting your legs just enough to let him sniff at your wetness.

“But Santa, dearest, I’ve been a good girl all year.” You said, placing your foot down again and pressing your hands to your lap, bending one knee slightly and letting your body twist a little, side to side.

You looked like the sweetest, cutest little girl in Namjoon eyes, playing coy, acting shy, feigning innocence and conquering him with all your little charms.

“And you’ve already brought me my gift. Wouldn’t it be cruel to take it away?” You asked, furrowing your brow and pushing your lower lip forward in the most adorable expression.

“Take your gift, then, darling.”

Your face sparked up, and you turned quickly, bending over to snatch your package.

Of course Namjoon, with predatorial reflexes, leaned forward to sink his teeth into the round curve of your ass.

You squealed and stood quickly, a bit surprised. “Joon!”

He simply wrapped his arms around you middle and placed you across his lap, making you sit there, your bent knee offering him the magnificent curve of your hip as he began rubbing the side of your leg.

For a moment, your eyes closed and you snuggled into his warm, strong chest. “I’m sorry, I used your lotion.”

You sniffed him and melted, rubbing the side of your face against his shoulder.

“You’re so… mhhhh.” You moaned, speechless.

His chest rumbled with a deep, silent laugh. “You like it, babylove.”

“I love you.” You replied, looking him in the eye.

He kissed your forehead sweetly. “I know, babylove. Open you gift, princess.”

You kissed him on the cheek, his dimple making a brief apparition before you focused on the ribbon, tugging at it gently, using your nails to undo the knots.

“It’s Lace’s doing. The package.” You said, noticing the small details she always inserted on her special orders from the atelier. You had seen her fabricate the small treasures yourself.

Namjoon snorted in surprise. “It is.”

“Is it lingerie?” You asked, beaming up and looking at him.

“No, Vixen, open your present.” He said, slightly frustrated as you took your time. Sometimes dealing with you could be a true test of patience for him. Still, he loved you more than everything. And dealing with a brat like you required patience. His best assets in taming you were patience, brains and ruthless gentleness. The more you lost your cool, the more he became icy in his stubbornness and determination.

Your brow creased with curiosity as you ripped off the paper. The box underneath was plain white leather, designed like a jewellery box, but more curious, especially once you spotted the double crosses on the lid.

Could it be…?

You looked at Namjoon and lifted the lid.

Inside, the case was covered in black silk, and right there, laying on a small pillow, you saw the fanciest, most elaborate toy you had ever set your sight on.

“You like it, sugardoll?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your temple, looking at your face, studying your expression and trying to read your reaction.

“Daddy?” You asked, turning to him, tilting your head to look at him properly.

“Yes, doll?”

“Why was there Lace’s signature package on it?”

“I had it commissioned through her. She knows the artist.” He explained. “She made the package since I’m helpless at those.”

“You had it commissioned?” You asked, eyes wide in amusement.

“For you, yes. A candy cane for my sugar doll.” He explained, moving your hair out of your face.

“Thank you, daddy.” You replied, politely and gratefully.

“It’s okay, my love.” He said, his hand still rubbing your outer thigh while his free palm moved to your neck, his index finger moving your chin towards him, his lips landing on yours chastely.

“It’s really, really pretty.” You said, moving your stare back to the box.

“It was made for my pretty girl.” He said, running his nose against your cheekbone. “Would you like to try it?”

You nodded.

He grinned. “Then I want you over my knees, little vixen.”

Obeying, you kneeled on the floor, the sofa low just enough that Namjoon’s thighs didn’t press painfully against your belly.

“Are your knees safe, babygirl?” He asked, turning your face towards his.

“Yes, daddy.” You replied obediently.

“Good girl.” He praised you, taking the case from your hands and gripping the toy in his palm.

He tried to relax and keep his erection from becoming too much of a bother. That could and would wait.

Placing the case down, he moved the toy in front of your lips. “You know what to do, little fox.” He said.

Just like that, without even needing his command, you lolled your tongue out, covering the glass candy cane-shaped dildo in your drool with long, wide licks. A string of saliva fell on his clothed thigh while he observed the quick work of your tongue lapping at the tip shaped just like that of an actual cock.

“You look so lovely, my little fox.” He said, caressing your hair off your face, fixing the mother of pearl hair-comb that held back your long locks from your face, holding it with two fingers, so delicately, trying not to break it as he pushed it back into your hair. “I can only imagine how many people were drooling for you tonight.”

You looked at him while he rubbed the tip of the toy against your mouth, your lips naturally parting and wrapping around the glass, becoming even fuller and plumper.

He could barely resist himself as he looked at you, laying there, with your wide, innocent eyes, your lashes fluttering like feathery little wings, and your mouth, so dirty and sinful and absolutely lascivious.

He yet had to understand your pure-depraved ratio. It was something he felt but couldn’t explain.

And most of the time it was not one, nor the other that set him off, but rather the combination and absolute divergence of the two.

You bobbed your head slightly, still staring at him, and for a second he thought ‘what if it were not a toy, what if it were another man? What if i were holding him while she took him in her mouth, and she kept her eyes on me?’

You saw his nostrils flare, his chest expand, his whole posture becoming even more magnificent.

You pulled the toy off your mouth. You bit your lip. “What are you thinking?”

“If it was another man in your mouth.” He admitted, caressing your ass through your silk slip, the smoothness of the fabric making the weight of his hand glide freely on your lower back before he lifted up the garment, exposing the curve of your ass, your slick folds.

He massaged your naked skin, extremely glad that he was wearing rings only on one hand.

“I don’t want that.” You said, as soon as he made eye-contact with you.

“What, Vixen?”

“I don’t want another man. Ever.” You said, and it wasn’t a praise, it wasn’t a lure, and it wasn’t flattery. “I only want you.” You said, your hand wrapping around his ankle as it was the only part that you could hold on to, his hands busy and your palms too small for his thighs and calves.

He rubbed your ass a couple times. “Daddy would never allow anyone else, babylove.” His hand cupped your heat, his palm laying on the seam of your butt while his middle finger found your clit easily. He felt your wetness spread over his middle finger, coating it as he drew it between your labia. “You and I have something special, little fox. It’s only ours.” He kissed the top of your head. “You trust daddy?” He asked, his expression warm as he addressed you.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Daddy will slip his finger in now, babylove. Would you like that?”

You nodded, again, “Yes, daddy.”

Slowly he drew his middle finger inside, one knuckle at a time.

You purred as you felt him draw out slightly and turn his wrist, his digit finding your cervix and drawing its outlines.

“Joonie...” You murmured, opening your mouth and stretching your neck to reach the toy.

He toyed with you, placing it before your mouth and pulling it away just as your lips skimmed the material, repeating the taunt a few times, grinning as you turned and glared at him.

“What the— Oh! Fu—!”

You said, ready to scold him but changing your mind as he added a finger inside, Shutting your mouth mid-swear.

He thrusted his fingers hard. “I have told you many, many times, that when you’re naked in front of me you must never, ever swear, little one.” And he punctuated each word with a crook of his fingers, adding another as he murmured, very slowly, ‘little one’.

You whined around the dildo, frowning as you writhed over his knees.

“What do you say, Vixen?” He said, removing the toy.

“Sorry, daddy.”

“Good girl.” He replied. “Do you think you’re stretched out enough for your toy, babygirl?” He asked, massaging his fingers slowly and delicately inside you.

You nodded eagerly. “I want it, please daddy.”

“Such a polite little thing.” He cooed, removing his fingers, letting them hover over your ass, while he teased the glass tip over your slit, rubbing it up and down, letting the first inch in.

“Oh, Joon—”

“Easy, darling.” He said, rubbing his thumb against your tailbone, keeping his wet fingers off your skin, trying to keep you as clean as possible while also trying to comfort you.

“It’s big.” You said, digging your nails into his ankle.

“It’s not that big, Vixen.” He said caressing your spine and letting the dildo sink into your heat while you hummed, focusing on every ridge of the toy, the spiraling swirls imitating the candy cane giving you a completely new sensation.

Namjoon bent down to place a small kiss on the mole on your asscheek, sinking his teeth around it. “You have the most incredible butt in the whole universe, little thing.” He said, placing another small kiss on it. “So damn beautiful.”

“Daddy...” You cried out once he fed all of the shaft into you, leaving only the handle to hang out.

“Careful now, baby fox.” He said as he gave the toy a slow twist, just like he had with his wrist before, twisting the hook of the handle toward your front, letting it brush against your clit.

“Oh my god, Joon.” You whispered.

“Relax, baby.” He cooed, raising his upper body and bringing his forehead to your temple. Next he brought his wet fingers to your lips.

It felt obvious for you to open your mouth and let him place his fingers on your tongue.

“Can you taste how sweet you are, ____? How fucking sweet your cunt tastes?” He asked. You let your tongue slither and slide through every crevasse between his fingers, where your taste hid best, and then you set your target on simply sucking, making sure that his fingers came out clean, only drenched in your drool.

“I can never part from it.” He murmured, choosing that moment to take his digits away and turn your face so his tongue could caress your lower lip and entangle with yours, trying to steal the taste of you from your mouth.

“I’m never letting another man have your mouth. Taste your sweet, precious pussy. Feel how fucking good it feels to move inside your tiny body. My pretty doll.” He praised you and reassured you possessively, his thumb rubbing your lips.

“Daddy?” You called innocently.

“Yes, baby.” He replied, dragging his slippery fingers against your ass seducingly.

“Would you please spank me?” You asked, batting your eyelashes at him.

He raised his eyebrows before he wore a lopsided smirk that made his dimple pop up. “You’d like me to?” He asked, his voice decisively happy.

“If you want to?” You replied, crossing your arms over his thigh and laying your head there.

“Shall we go for sixteen, babe?” He asked, considering that he wanted to simply arouse you before he moved on to his actual goal.

“Okay.” You replied, knowing that you could do better, but acting smart and restraining yourself from wanting more, not knowing how it would feel like with the toy.

“Count them for me?” He asked, patting your head, moving your hair aside.

You nodded obediently before he lifted his hand, your eyes shutting, waiting for him to hit you, just before you felt his hand land on you softly, his stomach moving with a silent laugh after he tricked you.

You pouted and looked at him and just like that he delivered the first smack, making you howl, your inner muscles clenching and moving the dildo just enough for it to tickle your clit.

He kept touching your hair as his hand pressed the toy into you.

“One.” He said, pinching your ass, inviting you to count.

He went on blow after blow, your ass slowly losing sensitivity to the rough impact of his thick rings on your skin. He got rougher at around smack four, when usually he gave you a bit more time before actually going at it hard. Anyway, a small part of your brain, not commanded by arousal and pain, understood and related to his urgency, especially considering how long he hasn’t been acting on the rock-hard cock begging for attention inside his sweats. At hit number nine, you realised his pattern, and how religiously he was sticking to it: smaking your ass, rubbing it for ten seconds, pressing the toy back into you after your inner muscles had pushed it out with the sudden stimulation of his spanks. And repeat

From number twelve, he went all out, trying to give it to you exactly the way you want it and need it. Harsh, merciless, torturously good.

“Sixteen,” you called, exhausted as he fixed the toy inside, your ass burning under his touch, his other hand laying on your head, caressing it like you were nothing short of his pet.

“Are you okay, babylove?” He called, bending to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.

“Yes, just...” You took your time. “It burns a tiny, tiny bit.” You said, trying not to worry him.

And still he freaked out. “Okay, would you like your cooling gel? Cold pack? I tried to go easy but a—”

“Stop worrying, big bear. I’m okay.” You said, patting his leg in a reassuring way. “But there’s something bothering me a little...”

“What is it, babe?” He asked, cupping your cheek, ready to reassure you.

“What if instead of running away to grab my lotion, you just stayed here and used that fancy candy cane to make me cum?” You said. “I’m so close, I just need you to touch my clit a little, please, daddy!” You tried to convince him.

Your hand stretched back, spreading over his beautiful chest and sliding down towards his crotch.

Lovingly, he caught your hand in his, stopping it over his chest. “Anything you want, precious.”

He kept your hands trapped to his chest, keeping it still and grinning at you mischievously once you tried to slide it down toward his abs. However, the other one moved to your ass, his upper body leaning on it as he blew cold air on it. “I’m gonna twist it around,” he said, placing his hand on the handle and pulling it out just enough to turn the handle toward your ass. He brought your hand down, catching the other one too and placing them on your back, putting your wrists together, quickly grabbing the red satin ribbon you had unwrapped from your Christmas gift.

“I’m simply going to tie it up like shoelaces, Vixen. No fancy business, I promise, but don’t tug at it. Do you understand, baby fox?”

“Yes, daddy.” You replied, staying still as you felt the delicate material against your wrists, his fingers making a quick bow out of the ribbon.

“Is it okay, ____?” He asked, his voice telling you that it was Namjoon and not daddy talking to you.

“Yup, all good.” You said simply.

“Perfect. I just want you to cum as soon as possible, Vixen.” He said, getting to work between your legs. “Like this?” He asked, placing his digit at the apex of your labia, but needing your guidance in finding your clit.

“Just a bit to the left.” You said. “My left.” You added, and he followed with microscopical movements, knowing he had found the right spot when he slid a tiny fraction downwards and you mewled his name, squealing.

“There it is,” he said, wrapping his free hand around the handle of the dildo and thrusting with small movements inside you, making sure that you were still wet and that he didn’t hurt you.

“Keep going with both.” You said, your brow furrowing. “I need...”

“Need to make it wet, sorry baby.” He said, moving his finger away from your clit and putting it in his mouth, tempted to slide it in with the toy, but too worried about messing up your climax. He immediately found your clit again, toying around it a little before finding the spot that made you tug at your wrists and arch your back, your hips starting to move on their own accord.

“Like that, Vixen. Take what you need, baby.” He said, his arm a bit uncomfortable at the angle as he thrusted the toy inside you; nevertheless, he kept going, determined on seeing you come undone.

Which happened, finally. Your mouth opened in a strangled cry before you pressed it to his clothed thigh, suppressing a scream.

“That’s it, baby fox. Feels good?” He asked just as you writhed, trying to escape from his digit on your clit, quickly pushing you into overstimulation.

“Too good.” You replied, turning your head to the side. “Stop, please.”

“You know the word, Vixen. ‘Stop’ ain’t getting you nowhere.” He said, feeling his dick twitch as you begged.

“Mint.” You spoke softly into his leg, escaping his wicked ministrations.

His hand moved away from your sensitive spot.

“I want you.” You murmured. “I’m close, but I want to be near you.” You looked at him with your eyes barely open, your breath wild, your heartbeat wild against his leg. “Not like this.” You called, wiggling your fingers.

He tugged the toy out, placing it on top of the ripped paper of the package not to mess the sofa, then pushed it out of the way. His fingers tugged at one of the strings, careful not to jam the knot. Soon your wrists were free and he helped you on your knees, raising your torso.

“Easy, love.” He said, twining your fingers together as you stood up, making sure that you didn’t get dizzy by standing up too fast.

Soon one of his hands let go of yours, his forearm wrapping behind your back and pulling you into him, making you kneel on the sofa. “Straddle my thigh, babygirl.” He said with a low, rumbling timbre.

“Gonna mess your fancy Santa slacks.” You said, smiling confusedly.

“We can wash them for next year.” He replied, his skin burning as your front connected with his. He pressed your hand into his, against his chest, pulling you closer as your wetness connected with his strong thigh.

“I’m already close.” You said, nuzzling into his neck, under his jaw, kissing the small mole.

“Really, uh?”

“You stopped when I was on the edge, before, after the first.” You said, parting from his throat and looking for his lips with your eyes closed, your hips already rolling back and forth on him.

“You’re a vision, babe.” He said, hitching your slip dress up, so he could look at your mound, at your hips, riding him as you ruthlessly chased your pleasure. “You were close close, uh?”

You nodded, sucking his lower lip into your mouth, his left hand sprawled over your left asscheek, gripping it and helping you ride him.

“Yes,” you sibilated as you felt his nails sink into you. You arched your back even more, your movements turning into small circles once you felt his quadricep flex, your clit connecting fully with the satin of his trousers. “So good. I need— I love your thighs.” You said, rambling helplessly as your free hand went into his hair, tugging it gently and letting your fingers slide down, with a delicate scratch of your nails, running around his neck and jaw and touching his cheek, parting your face enough to look him in the eye, waiting a few seconds for your gaze to focus on him.

“Mhmh,” he said, smirking, helping you quicken your pace. “I love you, babe.”

You nodded and tipped your head back, pleasure rolling down your spine, pooling at your core.

With your throat right in front of his face, Namjoon bent forward, his lips zeroing in on the point where he could feel your pulse and focusing there, sucking and nibbling at your skin while your mouth opened in a whine that quickly turned into a thin mewl. His nails clawed at your ass, squeezing it tighter now that you were deep into your high.

He kept his mouth at your neck, a deep bruise blooming on your skin, parting from you only when he felt your hips slow down and halt.

“It was the prettiest sound you’ve ever made on top of me.” He said, bringing your joined hands to his lips and kissing yours, his other hand letting go of you, soothing the skin he had manhandled so thoroughly.

Your hand toyed with the messy locks of his hair before sliding down to his front, touching his skin feverishly while he hugged you to him.

You were tempted to stay in the warmth of his embrace as you kissed the skin of his pectorals.

“I have a Christmas gift too.” You murmured, trying to untuck his face from your loose, wild hair.

“Stay here. Ride me.” He said, his forearm flexing and squeezing you to his front.

“Want you to open it first.” You said, nipping at his nipple, which convinced him to let you go.

You quickly stood up and took a couple steps toward the Christmas tree, dipping your arm in and wincing as you felt the small synthetic needles prickle your arm.

“You hid it in there?”

You looked at him and nodded, feeling for a small box with your fingers, cheering once you found it.

You retracted your arm as quick as possible and sauntered towards him.

“I didn’t do a nice package,” you explained, embarrassed.

“What…?” He said as you kneeled between his parted legs.

“We said stuff. On our trip.” You said, remembering your quick getaway. “But it was mostly you who did the talking.” You continued, looking down. “Now it’s my turn to speak.” Your eyes met his. “I’m gonna make an honest man out of you, someday.”

His lips turned into an ear-to-ear grin,

“I’m gonna love you as much as my small body allows, and my heart will stop the day I stop loving you. I’m gonna give you a home.” You said, getting emotional as you saw a tear slide down his cheek. “And I’m gonna give you children.” You stretched to dry the small silvery droplet rolling down his face. “I’m gonna make a dad of you.” You said, parting from his face only long enough to open the small box. “But first I will introduce you to my parents.” You said. “My fun relatives and my boring ones too.” You looked at the thick dark wooden band lined in black tungsten. “All my annoying colleagues.” You arched your brows. “And the ones I like much better.” You broke down as you imagined what would come next. “I’d walk down the isle dressed in white for you.”

“Yes.” He said, not even letting you finish. “Yes. Yes, a thousand times yes, ____.” He was crying shamelessly by now, sliding down to the floor and hugging you to his chest.

“I’d walk through hell with you. Hell would feel like heaven with you.” You said, sobbing. “And heaven would feel like hell without you. Marry me, Namjoon.”

“Yes, baby.” He said, kissing your forehead and your lips with both your faces wet with tears. “Put that damn ring on me, princess.” He said, parting from you and giving you his right hand.

Completely excited, your hands trembled as you extracted the wide wooden band, put down the box and placed your hand under his, your forefinger and thumb sliding the ring into his finger.

“You’re shaking, little fox.” He said, hugging you to himself, his eyes studying the ring as you disappeared into his chest, his chin propped on top of your head as his eyes perused the dark wood, protected by a thick layer of lacquer.

“I mentioned to my parents that I’d like to introduce you to them.” You said, shyly. “In January. As soon as you’re done with the shows and everything. I told them I would like to have dinner, all together.” You said, looking up at him. “We didn’t like… Choose a date or anything. I told them we could have dinner, a weekend or another.”

“I’d be honoured.” He said, smiling at you gently.

You stared at him in silence for a couple seconds.

He closed his eyes, steadying himself for what you were about to say, knowing that it would very likely be something completely inappropriate. That’s how you deal with stress.

You licked your lips and giggled at his expression. You knew it so well.

“Is it the wrong moment to say I want my fiancé to ram my stomach with his huge, thick, enormous and delicious cock?”

“You’re fucking filthy and adorable. Up,” He said, holding you by the waist as he helped you stand up and climb his body.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and he held you up with his forearm while his hand dipped into his sweatpants. You mouthed at his jaw. “Please...”

He groaned as he entered you slowly, making you slide down and onto him.

“Feels perfect...” You whimpered as he held you still, breathing through his teeth.

“It will feel even more perfect while I fuck my fiancée stupid on our bed.” He said, making his way to your room. “Merry Christmas, babe.”

“Is Santa gonna cum in my chimney?” You asked with an amused expression.

He shook his head in disbelief and then wore a small smile. “Gonna stuff you like a stocking.”

You squealed and giggled, “Merry Christmas, indeed.”

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jay-and-dean · 4 years

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Tennessee Whiskey

Dean x reader

Summary : The Mark of Cain is making Dean try to drown is demons, the truth is he’s drowning himself. But when a pretty girl offers him a drink, he wonders... Does he really need another whiskey ? So he gets home to the one that waits for him.

Warnings : Fluff, MoC Dean, mention of alcohol abuse, implied Smut.

Wordcount : about 1.5k

Note : This fic is inspired by Chris Stapleton’s song, Tennesse Whiskey.

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***Jay’s Masterlist***

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You pushed the washing machine buttons, almost enjoying its purr in the silence of the bunker. Heavy, dreadful silence.

Walking past Sam's room, you sighed, he didn't come home today like he said he might, and you knew he wouldn't tomorrow either, not until he found something. Something that seemed impossible to find.

How interminable was those corridors really ? Why did the Men of Letters had to make everything so big ? You wrapped your arms around yourself like it could keep you from that freezing loneliness making you want to cry constantly.

You checked the war room one last time, making sure the lights was on. Getting down those stairs drunk was enough of a challenge to add the darkness.

He wouldn't come back before a few hours or in the morning. He would smell like whiskey and walk like a man that lost everything... And tomorrow, he would act like he didn't came close to coma the night before, and start drinking at noon.

You sighed deeply, and decided that you would wait for him again, on that stupid chair all night, even if you had promised yourself you won't do that ever again.

You opened your laptop and plugged the little speakers you took in every room you went since the Mark became worse. Just to fight that silence...

Painful, deafening silence.

But before you could chose what music to play, the door opened in a grating sound and he appeared on its frame. A warm smile appeared on his face the second he saw you were waiting again.

"Dean ?" you frowned, surprised to see him home so early and, from the way he was coming down those stairs, barely worse than tipsy.

"Hey Babygirl."

Maybe more than tipsy.

"Wasn't your evening fun ?" you asked as he was walking closer with a light smile on his face, and his eyes focused on you.

"It was very common" he answered, pouring himself another glass of whiskey. "There was this girl, with a tiny skirt looking at me from the other side of the room..."

A girl now, with a tiny skirt... You could totally see her in your mind, the skirt had to be denim, and she was probably touching her long brown hair with fake waves.

"Great" you just said, a little bitter.

What more could you come up with anyway ? You had done all you could those last few months. Helped him, patched him up, reassured him, looked for a cure, listened, forgave... You had let down your shyness to allow your love for him to shine in every one of your gesture thinking if it could help him though this, then that would just worth exposing your heart... But who were you, huh, compared to a very short dress and shiny hair girl ?

"She came to talk to me" he continued, that mysterious look on his face. "And offered me a drink ! A girl never offered me a drink before" a chuckle left his chest.

"A drink" you repeated, shrugging.

"I really don't need people to offer me drinks..." he muttered and before you could say anything, question him, he gave you a sad but sincere smile, making it obvious that he was remembering something. "But then... They played that song."

He got a step closer, his boot almost touching your chair, and offered you his hand.

You looked up, unsure. Was he trying to show you something ? To take you somewhere ? His face didn't move, and his hopeful almost enthusiastic eyes convinced you to take his hand and get up. It was rare enough to see him with light on his face lately...

"This song..." his murmured, starting to hum. "It was about you."

"About me ?"

"Yes" he stated, gently wrapping his arms around your waist, careful not to touch you more than you would want to -you wanted everything really-. " 'Made me want to dance with you."

"So you drove home ?" you chuckled slightly, starting to like his kind mood.

"I did. I wish you could hear the song in my head."

You searched his face. He actually looked like a weight had been taken from his shoulders. His eyes were a little brighter and his words were warming the whole place.

You let yourself enjoy the smell of his skin and the softness of that flannel you loved so much. Dean was close and he had his strong hands on your lower back ; suddenly, any memory of loneliness vanished.

"If you know some words, the title or singer, I could" you smiled, curious, looking at the speakers Sam got you for your birthday.

"I know the title and all" he nodded. "If you open one of your magic things where all the songs are."

You bended a little on your laptop and he only let go of you to type some words, focused, his neck inches away from your craving mouth.

"Loud please" he murmured with a satisfied nod as he seemed to find the song he was looking for.

You turned the speaker volume up and stood straight again to face him. His hand came to the back of your neck gently, fingers shy, encouraging you to put your head on his shoulder.

The first deep very warm notes rocked you, and the drums matched your heart as you took a deep inhale of his beloved smell, barely believing how tender and intimate this moment was.

Maybe he was a little drunk after all, maybe this gesture was purely friendly for him, maybe he was just torturing you... Or you were asleep on this hard table, having the best dream of your life. But you couldn't care less as you nuzzled your face close to him, wrapped by his big arms and the smooth heat of the guitar echoing everywhere, finally chasing that damn silence.

But when the deep and powerful voice of the singer invaded the room, the corridors, the entire bunker... Dean started to whisper the lyrics in your ear... And you couldn't help but hang yourself to his neck.

"I used to spend my nights out in a barroom, liquor was the only love I've known..." he whispered and Goosebumps went up your spine. "But you rescued me from reachin' for the bottom, and brought me back from being too far gone."

Tears filled your eyes, and his arms held you closer. His hips started swaying really slightly, because this was obviously more about being against one another than dancing.

"You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey" his voice suddenly became a little more than a whisper. "You're as sweet as strawberry wine. You're as warm as a glass of brandy, and honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time..."

Your tears fell heavily on his shirt and your hands grasped the fabric in his back. His lips brushed your temple for a second before he continued murmuring the lyrics of your new favorite song against your burning skin.

"I've looked for love in all the same old places" he said more than he sang, putting another kiss close to your hair. "But when you poured out your heart I didn't waste it 'Cause there's nothing like your love to get me high."

You wanted to say a million words, finally having Dean holding you close to his heart, but the song was rocking you so good, the guitar strings were inside your core and your lips were sealed by emotions anyway.

He kept swaying his clumsy hips slowly, his palms going down on your ass to crush you on him, making you feel his body begging for more of you. His lips went down from your temple to your jaw, never leaving your skin, in a brush that triggered a blaze in your veins.

"Dean..." you murmured in an exhale.

"I don't need anything out there to be stronger" he stated, kissing your neck. "I just need the woman that gives me the will to beat this at any cost."

You knew he could taste the salt of your tears in your neck.

When he took a step, caging you between the map-table and his strong body, your arm went behind to lift your hips enough to sit on it. But in your rush, you hit his glass, making it fall and shatter on the floor.

"I'm sorry for your whiskey glass..." you started, immediately cut by his plumb sweet eager lips on yours.

"I don't care about whiskey" he assured you, grabbing your thighs to come between them. "I just want to be stoned on you."

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine:

Reader feeling neglected because Erik works too much.

Warning: Mentions of SMUT, Bratty, fluff, short imagine

It was hard for Y/N to understand that her man, Erik Stevens, was such an influential and important man in Oakland and Wakanda. Being the prince of Wakanda and the CFO of the Wakandan Outreach Center has him working long nights, traveling, and exhausted whenever he got home. In the beginning, Y/N didn’t have a problem with Erik taking on this huge responsibility but now, she couldn’t stand it.

She hated feeling jealous and neglected whenever she saw him on TV or got a FaceTime call from him that he won’t be home until around 8 PM because of an important meeting. Food sitting in the microwave growing cold, their favorite show airing on TV and now she couldn’t fully enjoy it because he wasn’t home, and let’s not forget the kisses, hugs, cuddles, nasty talk from her man, and the mind blowing sex. No sex so far for a few weeks. Not one “I’m sorry” and “I’ll make it better” from him fixed how she felt. It was so bad to the point that she wished she didn’t quit her job as a Flight Attendant to be with him. He traveled more than her. Currently, Erik was in Washington DC with his assistant and that boiled Y/N’s blood.

Erik’s assistant, Nivea, didn’t know a thing about personal space. Whenever Y/N would go to the Outreach to have lunch with Erik, Nivea would be in his office, sitting on the edge of his desk laughing and giggling when she should be working. Y/N could see right through her, the chick was feeling her man heavy. What if they stayed on the same floor in the hotel and she slipped into his room at night? Y/N couldn’t help but to think bad thoughts.

It was around 8:50 PM, Y/N decided to get out of bed and cook Erik’s favorite meal, Jamaican Oxtails with butter beans. Besides sleeping in his dress shirts that fit her like a nightgown, cooking Erik’s favorite meals always made her feel better. She set the timer on her Crockpot before walking towards their living room to sit back and listen to their “Nasty” Playlist. Y/N put it on shuffle play and the first song that played was The Dream- lV Play. Now, she was having flashbacks to when her and Erik had sex to this song. It was in the back seat of his Lamborghini Urus. She could still feel all of him going deep inside of her while she rode him to the beat.

“I miss my baby!” Y/N whimpered, hiding her face in a pillow, “WE miss our baby,” She spoke to her pussy which was currently wet and in need of attention. Her favorite vibrator that she nicknamed Home Alone didn’t even entice her. She was so sick of using that vibrator on her clit. That’s what happens when you haven’t had a mouth on your pussy. If it was 9:10 PM in Cali it had to be about 12:10 AM in DC. Her man was probably knocked out, sleeping naked like he preferred with the windows open and his blanket wrapped around his waist. Now she was picturing him in his durag. That shit drove her crazy.

“Ugh, fuck it,” She hadn’t talked to him since earlier that day when they left a live conference. Y/N grabbed her phone, paused her music, and called Erik. It rang twice before the line clicked.

“Hello?”

Y/N felt her heart sank to her stomach.

“Nivea? Why are you answering Erik’s phone-where is my man?”

“I can’t hear you quite clear...are you breaking up?”

“Nivea,” Y/N spoke with warning. She felt her nerves spark, “Put. Erik. On. The. Phone. NOWW.”

“Huh?” She spoke with a confused voice.

“BITCH! PUT ERIK ON THE FUCKING PHONE!”

The line clicked.

“Are you serious?!” Y/N dialed the number back, her leg shaking and breathing deep. She wanted to punch a hole in the wall. It rang and rang until it reached his voice mail.

Beep.

“DO YOU WANT ME TO CATCH A FLIGHT? WHY IS NIVEA ANSWERING YOUR DAMN PHONE, ERIK?”

She hung up.

“Oh my GODD,” Y/N groaned loudly. She decided to FaceTime call Erik to see if he would pick up that way. She watched her phone screen with pure rage. No response.

“Fuck that I’m blowing your shit up since you want to have bitches answering your phone.”

She couldn’t keep track with how many times she called Erik. It had to be a little over 20. To alleviate her stress, Y/N got up to check on the Oxtails. She was hoping that would make her feel better but the smell of the tasty food made her think about Erik. She was really considering catching a flight to DC and confront him in person. Why would he have another woman answering his phone? Especially when your woman is home alone and missing you like crazy.

Ring Ring

The moment Y/N heard her phone ringing she closed the crockpot and ran to pick it up.

Erik.

“Erik?!” Y/N asked hysterically.

“Baby, what’s up-“

“Don’t what’s up me,” Y/N could feel her hands shaking.

“You called me like...20 times.”

“Yeah, I did. Why the fuck is Nivea answering your phone?”

“Wha-shit, I left my phone with her at our table to talk to T’Challa-“

“What table? And you don’t leave your phone lying around, Erik. That bitch answered your phone!”

“We’re out for drinks right now to celebrate the Outreach in DC-“

“I don’t give a fuck about that! WHY DID SHE- Erik why would you do that?! She hung up on me and everything!” Y/N could feel her voice crack. She was about to cry. Her eyes prickled and her lip trembled. She felt betrayed. If Erik is in DC partying and celebrating she should be there with him. Why did his assistant have to go?

“Baby, Listen, I’ll straighten her out, I promise you that,” Erik tried to put on his smooth voice to calm her down but it wasn’t working. Y/N wanted to rearrange her face.

“You need to fire her is what needs to happen because when I see her I’m beating her ass, Erik. You don’t answer somebody else’s phone especially MY MANS phone you don’t do that-when are you coming home?”

“Not until two days from now,” Erik let out a defeated sigh, “listen, I’ll do whatever needs to be done to fix this. If that means I have to get rid of Nivea as my assistant then I will.”

“That is what it means, Erik, I want you home and I want her gone, okay?” Y/N wipes her eyes.

“I got you, ma, I love you. I’m sorry shit is the way it is right now-“

“I really miss you and I feel like you’ve been neglecting the way I feel about this. I haven’t had you to myself in over two weeks, babe. I want you now.”

“Baby, I can’t leave right now-“

“Make it happen!” She knew she was being bratty but she couldn’t help it. Nivea screwed her up even more.

“Y/N...who are you talking to?”

“YOU. I want you on a flight home now-“

“Ma,” Erik laughs but it was a vicious laugh, “Girl...I understand you’re upset...but don’t talk to me out of pocket. If I take a flight home now I’m spanking that ass into the next day.”

“Whatever,” She laughed loudly to calm her nerves, “You think that shit scares me? I’d be glad to have you spank me at least I have some type of contact from you!”

“Don’t act like a fucking brat over the fucking phone-“ Erik stopped himself, taking meditating breaths, “I am at an important social event, babygirl, I won’t be out of here until maybe 2 in the morning. I have to put on a smile, and ride this shit out until I’m back in my hotel suite. As soon as this suit and tie comes off I will be in bed, FaceTime with you, reciting a fucking love poem if I need to. Hell, I’ll plan a trip right now to Barbados for us in that Villa I have in the mountains. We can get away for weeks. How does that sound?”

All of it sounded promising. Weeks away with Erik to herself. Hikes in the tropics, laying out in the cabana, swims in the ocean, sex under moonlight. That was perfect. Y/N needed Erik to make up for the decrease in affection between them both. He was so hard working and his relationship with T’Challa improved a lot since what happened in Wakanda. Her man was happy about the success and he felt like he was doing something genuinely good this time around. The second time around. Y/N thought about his accomplishments and now she felt like she was being selfish.

“Y/N? Baby?”

“I’m still here...just thinking.”

Erik lowered his voice. Now that she listened closer on the phone, she could hear people in the background and gogo music.

“Daddy fucked up?”

She felt her body go slack, “...No, I’m just being needy that’s all.”

“Nah, ma, Daddy fucking up. How is my baby really doing?”

“Bored. We miss you,” She felt herself blushing.

“Who’s we?”

“This pussy and myself.”

“Oh, damn, baby...why are you doing this to me right now?”

Y/N sat down on the couch, bringing the collar to Erik’s dress shirt to her nose to smell, “Because I miss my Daddy touching me.”

“Baby,” Erik’s voice was so soft spoken, “You are being a very...very...bad girl right now. Be a good girl for Daddy and wait until I get back to my suite.”

“Daddy, I don’t want to be a good girl for you.”

“Don’t make me tell you twice, Y/N.” He warned with a gruff tone.

“Okay,” Y/N pouts. The smell of Erik’s Creed Adventus cologne made her squirm. It felt like he was wrapped around her with his big arms.

“That’s my good girl. I gotta head back, try to stay up for me, you hear me?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Y/N beamed.

“Aww, baby, I miss you so fucking much. I just wanna see you, and hug you, and hold you, and kiss you.”

Y/N couldn’t wait to sit in his lap and feel him get hard for her and show him just how much she missed him. Shit, she would be on her knees in front of the door to suck her Daddy’s dick before he even put his bags down.

“I miss you and I love you too, Daddy,” Y/N kissed Erik through the phone multiple times, “Don’t forget to call me, Daddy.”

“I promise, love. Daddy isn’t going to forget about you.”

“Fuck, baby, I’m craving you.”

Erik laughed, “just imagine how good it’s gonna feel when I fuck that little pussy. Because you’ve been waiting for it for so long I gotta take care of you.”

“Daddy,” she moaned.

“Shit,” Erik grunts, “Aight, I gotta get off this fucking phone. If I don’t ima end up busting a nut at this party and you know what Daddy’s working with so…”

“I don’t need another reason to beat Nivea ass.”

“Behave, Baby, I got this.”

“Mhm, just hurry home. I love you.”

“I love you too, princess.”

She stared at that call ended screen with annoyance. Now Home Alone sounded a lot better this time. He definitely owed her multiple orgasms when he got back.

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mon-dayragingslut4monstaxday6 · 4 years

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Tower (one shot)

Summary: Paige is going to a party with a high status guest list. She meets Changkyun and Jooheon in the elevator...all three of them are lost.

Warning: SMUT. Threesome (Eiffel Tower, hence the title, get it?), spanking, exhibitionism kink, praise.

Word count: ~2k

A/N: I’ve been dreaming of this scenario for too long (even revealed the concept in a anon ask whoops). I am a raging slut for these two boys, I want to bring more fluff in my palette, but I had to get this off my chest. Will finish the second part of my Ultimate fic soon. This is my first one shot, I’m so proud of myself!

It's just a party, this isn't new. Hell, I've been at this hotel before! I hound my phone to see where exactly this party is, my instructions aren't very clear, thanks to my friend who is already there and has the worst luck with spell check while drunk. So, I guess I'm on my own. First ride to the elevator. I'm just gonna stop at each floor till I hear or see the party. It's annoying, but odds are it'll work. Floor two, nothing. I check myself out using the mirrors surrounding the elevator. Damn do I look good. I adjust the girls to not show too much cleavage in my halter top, just a tasteful amount. What about ass? A little bit of ass cheek, but not too bad, I've worn worse. The doors open at floor three, making me cautious of adjusting myself too much. Nothing. I browse my phone to kill time. Floor four, two people walk in. I look up from my phone and I see Changkyun and Jooheon from Monsta X looking at me in the mirror wall.

"All the floors?", Changkyun points out, chuckling over every button pressed. His laugh makes my panties want to drop.

"If you wanted to go down, I'm sorry, I'm trying to find a party, but I'm lost", I explain. Both boys laugh, making me feel better, but also worse. What are they laughing at? The doors close and we ascend to floor five.

"We're trying to get to that party too, but we have no idea where it is either", Jooheon sighs. Oh thank goodness. Wait, they're going to the same party? My dreams have been fulfilled!

"You're going to that party too?", I bashfully ask for confirmation.

"Just wanted to go to say hi, but if you're going to be there, I guess we can stay a bit longer", Changkyun gives me his slick, half smile grin. My grip around my phone tighten to prevent myself from losing it.

"And with twenty-five floors, we'll have plenty of time to get to know you before we find the party", Jooheon joins the flirtatious attack.

"What's your name, babygirl?", Changkyun starts with the questions. Call me babygirl one more time, I dare you. The door opens and we listen in to hear any music from the hallway. Nothing. We go back to casually leaning.

"I'm Paige. No need to tell me your names, I know exactly who you are, Jooheon and Changkyun", I reveal. If they want to play this flirting game, I'll play this flirting game. They're surprised that I know their names.

Level six, nothing. This is going to take a while.

"What's a beautiful girl doing at a party like this?", Jooheon wonders.

"There's nothing wrong with free booze and young celebrities checking you out. It's all fun and games till they learn how simple you are", I shrug. Celebs expect to be with celebs or with people of some significance. I'm a good fuck, but nothing stays for long.

"Simple is good. Those people just don't understand the masterpiece they have in front of them", Changkyun steps it up.

"Oh, I'm a masterpiece?", I act flattered. I look at their reflections and they both examine me fully, scanning me from head to toe. Jooheon bites his juicy lip, flashing me his iconic dimples. Changkyun licks the corner of his mouth, raising his pierced brow. I must be dreaming.

"Oh, please, any girl would drop their panties for those looks. You'll have to try harder if you want to impress me", I call them out on their attempt to seduce. The boys like the challenge. The door opens and we're struck back to reality. Floor seven, nothing. Both of them move to either side of me. I realize how much taller they are compared to me, but I won't let that aspect intimidate me.

The door closes and the boys are in full alert.

"Can I touch you?", Jooheon asks for consent. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"What are you going to do?", I call his bluff. He twists me to face him then uses both hands to get a handful of my ass. He pulls me to him and begins to kiss my exposed shoulder. I am definitely not the first ass he's grabbed, this man knows what he's doing. I already feel his hard on teasing me against my abdomen. I know the internet says he radiates big dick energy, but I confidently confirm it. Changkyun comes from behind me and presses his hard dick against my ass. Fuck, his big dick energy is also more accurate than I thought. One hand cups a tit while the other brushes my hair out of the way so he could kiss my neck, then proceeds to cup the other. Both of them fondling my ass and tits, nearly synchronized. Both pairs of lips against my skin, varying from light pecks to full on marking via sucking or biting. Their muffled moans buzz against my skin. They know how to work me. I didn't expect them to actually commit to those, I should've known better than to be a helpless flirt.

"Fuck me", I couldn't help myself from moaning.

"Don't have to tell us twice, baby girl", Changkyun growls in my ear, tugging on my shorts.

"You two are cool with sharing?", I nearly panic from how fast this is transitioning.

"For you, baby", Jooheon sighs in ecstasy. I doubt I would be the first one to have both of them in a threesome, but what the hell. I told them they needed to work for it and damn they did! Changkyun slides my shorts down to my knees and places a gentle kiss on my ass. Honey grabs my face and tenderly kisses my lips. Changkyun spreads my legs apart enough for my shorts to stay on my knees. He growls deep in his throat and licks a strip along my folds. I moan in Honey's mouth, he pulls me in deeper, our tongues getting acquainted. We hear dings and realize we're still going through the line of floors. Floor nine, nothing. Thank goodness no one is in the hallway to witness this. I wouldn't mind if they do. I hear Changkyun unbuckle his belt, Honey soon follows. A dick is rubbed against my ass, the warmth making my skin tingle. His strong hands knead my ass while he glides his length along my folds to tease me.

"Fuck, Paige, you're already wet for us", Changkyun grunts. Honey pulls away from my lips and looks deep in my eyes.

"That mouth is all mine. Slap my leg if you want us to stop, alright, baby?", Honey discusses protocol.

"You have every right to make us stop without question. The last thing we want to do is hurt you", Changkyun adds. I pull down Honey's boxer briefs to free his already throbbing dick. I let out a little gasp when I see what to expect.

"It's ok to say no", Honey whispers.

"I'll be ok", I assure. I put one arm behind my back for Changkyun to hold onto. I bend over to be eye level with Honey's dick and I take a second to compose myself. I could stop this at any time, it'll be ok. I lick my lips and drag my tongue along his impressive length. Just the sound of Honey's whimpery moan could make me cum. Changkyun lines himself to my entrance and slowly thrusts with ease. Holy shit, I wish I could've seen what he's packing before he buried his dick in me, I bet it's fucking beautiful as it feels. After I manage to fully throat him, Honey takes control and begins to fuck my face, holding either side of my cheeks. He does hit my gag reflex, but I don't believe I will puke, it will make my eyes water though. Changkyun matches the pace with Honey by pure instinct. Given his dancer experience, he body rolls into me, perfectly hitting where I want him. The sound of skin slapping is one of my favorite parts, other than the glorious moans from both parties, well in this case, from all three parties. Changkyun's grip on my arm tightens when the pace goes faster. Honey's hands move to my hair, pulling my head up to look at him. It's a sight I never imagined I'd see in my lifetime. Changkyun spanks my ass out of impulse. Honey and Changkyun look at each other with such confidence. They exchange a look with a little nod. This is it. This is the moment I'm done for. I'm nearly screaming on Honey's dick, this feels so good I never want this to stop! Changkyun notices my legs getting wobbly. He gives me another swift spank.

"You can do it, baby. You're doing so good", Changkyun encourages. Both men are getting feisty, they're at their limit. I let out a long moan while I cum on Changkyun. The orgasm was so sudden, or maybe I was just distracted by the feeling of both of them at the same time. Changkyun knows I came, chuckles at the feeling of me clenching around him.

"I'm going to cum, baby. Do you want Honey to cum in your mouth or cum in your pussy after me?", Changkyun pants. I use my free hand to gesture to my pussy.

"As you wish, princess", Changkyun grunts before slamming into me. He hits his peak of throttle till he cums. I wish I could record the sound he makes while he cums. It's a moan with a whimper, but it's slightly raspy with his deep voice, and there is a little giggle in it too. He rides out his high before he pulls out of me. Honey pulls out, spins me around and fucks me silly, holding me by my waist. His dick feels even more beautiful in my pussy than my mouth. Changkyun leans against a wall to catch his breath, but this way, I can finally get to see Changkyun's dick and holy fuck that was inside me?! I'm impressed with how I handled it. Honey slams into me, making a symphony of sounds. Skin slapping, my pussy quenching, variety of grunts and moans. Now that my mouth is free, I could finally be vocal.

"Fuck!", I moan in delight as I cum on Honey. My clenching makes Honey cum unannounced. His sound is more of a panting growl, far more primal. He thrusts a couple of more times to ride out our highs. He pulls out, but still holds me in case I fall over. They know my legs got weak, the shaking is visible. Honey places a kiss on my ass before pulling my shorts up. Both men stuff their dicks back into their pants. They give me a group hug to keep me standing and to give me more kisses.

"You did so good, Paige", Honey whispers in my ear.

"We need to do this again. Soon", Changkyun hisses.

"Definitely soon", Honey agrees.

"Really? I'm not going to be a one night girl?", I get all bashful, even though they just fucked me enough for two orgasms.

"You're too good to be just for one night", Changkyun breaths against my neck.

"Next time, we'll do this right and take you out", Honey adds. I hide my blushing face by burying it in Changkyun's chest. We hear a ding from the elevator. We made it to the floor twenty-five. There's music coming from the end of the hallway, the obvious penthouse suites.

"You guys still want to go?", I shrug. At this point, I just want to be with them.

"Fuck the party, let's go to our room and have our own party with pizza", Changkyun scoffs.

"And some more fun. What do you say, princess?", Honey offers. Is there any fucking question?

"Lead the way", I accept. Changkyun taps the floor four button.

"Well, twenty-one floors till we get back. Any ideas to pass the time?", Honey teases me by grabbing a handful of my ass.

#monsta x smut #jooheon smut #changkyun smut

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Pure Truths (7)

Request: I was wondering if u would be willing to write a florist reader x mob dean story where the reader is extremely shy and doesn’t wanna date him cus she’s scared of him but he’s super soft with her and it shocks all the other mob members because they have never seen this side of him.

Summary: It’s been too long since he met someone pure making him feel less evil.

Pairing: Mobster!Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, comforting, soft/caring Dean, mentions of characters death, injured Dean, blood, Dean on pain meds

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With shaking hands, you carefully help Dean out of his jacket. You can still see the bullet hole in the fabric. The jacket and his button-up are soaked with Dean’s blood and you need to take a deep breath to not cry.

“Does it hurt?” While you help him shove his shirt down his shoulders you look at the band-aid at his biceps. “Did Alex get the bullet out?”

“I am alright, Baby Girl. That’s just a scratch. Nothing can keep me from coming home to you.” Nuzzling his nose into your hair Dean closes his eyes for a moment. You smell like summer rain and innocence to him.

“Please don’t lie again. I want you to be honest and tell me everything happening since this morning. I told you I am all in, so please…” Placing one hand onto Dean’s heart you look up at him. “No more lies.”

“I’ll give you the honest truth but let me have a shower and food first.” Smirking Dean pecks your lips and you carefully wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. “No more lies, Sweetheart.”

No more lies. No more hiding things from you. – That’s what Dean promises while you help him get out of his bloody clothes.

You are still unsure if you want to know everything about Dean’s kind of business, but you know for sure that lies won’t do anything good.

“What happened today Dean?” Gently cleaning Dean's body, you shudder as you watch the blood running down his body. Suddenly aware he could’ve died today you look up at your fiancée, searching his face.

“Sammy, Cas and I …” Trailing off Dean cups your cheek to press his lips to yours. “We were out for blood. I…” Not knowing if he should tell you about the things he did to protect you.

“Dean, just tell me…” Your hands gently caress his skin, sliding over his chest, arms and stomach to wash the blood away. “I won’t judge you, Baby.”

Your voice is soft, innocent to his ears and Dean closes his eyes for a moment to not see your eyes when he tells you the truth.

“I found Gordon, Kubrick and the one telling them where to find you, Y/N.” Hands shaking Dean cups your face to press his forehead against yours. “I killed them all…”

Whimpering you press your hands against Dean’s chest, sniffling silently to give yourself a few moments until you can find your voice again.

“Dean.” His eyes open again as you look up at him. You can see the fear in those green orbs, and you give him a warm smile before you press your lips to his.

“Nothing will ever change I love and adore you. What you did, I could never do so too but…”

“But…” Gasping Dean feels your body press against his to hold him tightly.

“But you did so to protect me, Dean. I know you would never hurt innocent people. I love you.” Relieved Dean peppers your face with kisses, sniffling as you do not think low about him now.

“I shot Kubrick and the one betraying us but…” Dean swallows hard and you lean your head against his chest holding him even tighter.

“I let Gordon pay for hurting you. He told me what he wanted to do to you Y/N, and I lost control…”

“Shhh…Dean.” With shaking hands, you help Dean out of the shower. He hid that another bullet hit his left thigh. “How did you get shot?”

While you wrap a towel around Dean’s waist you look up at the man you love and see the hesitation in his eyes. “I was distracted after…”

“Gordon?” Nodding Dean watches you wrap yourself in your fluffy bathrobe before you help him slowly walk out of the shower.

The painkillers slowly wear off and Dean grunts with every step. “I’ll get you some food, water, and more painkillers.

Dean slowly sits onto the bed with your help and you check on the stitches to make sure he doesn’t bleed again.

“Wait here and I’ll get everything I need to fix my hero.” Your words let Dean’s eyes shine and you give him a wink. “What does my man want to eat?”

“Pie?” Smirking Dean gives you a wink and you nod, not missing the worried look in his eyes. “Maybe a sandwich.” Dean mumbles.

Band-aids put on his wounds; you press your hand onto Dean’s forehead to check if he’s having a fever.

“How do you feel?” Handing Dean the slice of fresh-baked cherry pie you laugh as he moans at the taste of the first bite.

“If I didn’t already ask you to marry me, I would do it right now. I am sorry that you must live with someone like me. Sometimes I wish that my business was legal and that you didn’t…” Cutting Dean off with your lips on his you hold his face in your hands.

“It doesn’t matter to me, Dean. Not anymore. I love you and I know that you love me.” Whispering the words against his lips you silently sniffle. “You killed for me…”

“I would burn down whole Kansas for you if I have to. Maybe the whole world. I love you more than anything in the world, Sweetheart. I can’t breathe without you…” Dean swipes his thumb over your lower lip, loving the way you shudder under his touch.

“Then don’t breathe without me. I am here and I will not go away. Even if you tell me to do so, Winchester. I am like a plague.” Smirking you open your mouth as Dean holds the fork with pie to your lips.

“Delicious, like my girl.” Giggling Dean has problems to look straight and you pat his chest. “I feel like I am walking on air.”

“You are on heavy meds, Baby. Alex said this can happen.” While Dean tries to eat his pie, you need to take the fork out of his hands to help him and he’s smiling with every bite you shove into his mouth.

“My girl is pretty and smart and so…” Rubbing his forehead Dean tries to find the right words. “Sexy and innocent. God, your pie tastes great just like your pussy…” Now you laugh at his dirty grin and the way he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Winchester, you are stoned.” Placing the empty plate onto the nightstand you put another pillow behind Dean’s back to make sure he’s comfortable.

“It’s true, Y/N.” Swooning Dean wants to touch your check, but he touches your boob instead. “Your face is so soft…damn…and plush.”

“DEAN! That’s my boob!” Nodding Dean squeezes your tit, groaning as he feels the weight in his hand. “Feels so good, Baby Girl. Could make you feel good right now, but I can’t see you…”

“Dean, you have your eyes closed…” Pecking his cheek you get up to close the door but Dean grasps for your wrist, not wanting to let you go.

“Don’t go away, please. I can’t be without you, Y/N. I want you to marry me and have my babies. I can give you cute babies…” Bringing you in his arms, not caring about his bullet wounds Dean presses his lips to yours, taking your breath away.

“Baby, I will not leave you.” Gently stroking Dean's cheek, you peck his lips to calm him. You can see the fear in his eyes and know he doesn’t want to lose you. “I love you, Dean. Love you so much.”

“Love you too, Y/N and …” Grasping your boob again Dean smirks. “...your tits…”

“Pervert…”

Mumbling in his sleep Dean nuzzles his nose into your hair. One arm slung around your waist he holds you as tight as possible to his body.

“Dean…”

“Just a bit longer…” Whining Dean sniffs at your hair.

“Last night, you were honest, and I want you to thank you for not hiding anything from me. I know it was hard for you to share your secrets with me. Especially…” Smirking you squeeze his hand. “That you love my boobs…”

“I love Impala and Zeppelin but I love you more.” Laughing you lean into Dean, letting him grope your breasts.

“You named my tits?” Busy nibbling at your neck Dean nods, enjoying you are in his arms.

He can still hear what Gordon said about hurting you, that anyone knows you are Dean’s girl and that you will never be safe again.

“We need to talk about your safety and how to proceed from now on. Gordon wasn’t the first and won’t be the last one threatening you. I need to be sure you are not in danger.” Nodding you press Dean’s hand against your heart.

“Whatever you believe is safest, I’ll follow your order. I don’t want to die or get hurt but I don’t want to live without you either.”

“Truth is being with me is dangerous but I promise to always protect you…”

>> Part 8

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Life After Snowpiercer: Whos Left?

Summary- 5.3k. Curtis x Y/N. Curtis takes Yona and Timmy towards the back of the train, finding unexpected survivors along the way. You are caught in a situation not so simple to escape from. Violence

a/n- The scenes involving gun fire, I cant claim to know exactly how they work, seeing as Ive never dealt with them, so details might be sketchy.

Chapter 5 / Masterlist

The group followed you, but hell if you knew where you were going, more and more people came out of the cars scattered around, equally in as much shock as you. Somewhere someone was wailing uncontrollably, there was still who knows how many guards in the car you all left, and right now the mix of people looking at You, of all people to tell them what to do. It was just overwhelming. Almost to much. You could feel your breathing rush in hurried huffs, and your senses starting to swarm.

Babygirl Breathe.

Curtis Its to much.

Think, you need to get them out of the cold first, Shelter. Pick the best car.

Okay....

“Alright everyone were not gonna last out here, and its gonna be dark soon.” Shadows were starting to stretch around you all, and the sky above you all was going from a bright blue hue to purplish and bits of stars were scattering around. When you looked up, it was still like out of a dream. When did you last gaze at stars? “Is there any car anyone knows of that might have food, blankets... anything?”

Everyone looked among one another, when someone you were least suspecting to see stepped forward, Paul, who had been taken from the tail end years ago cleared his throat. “That one on the end, its full of protein bars, the machinery is all broke, but that one and the one behind are still connected together when I came out, and it was abandoned before Curtis came through. Plenty of room for all of us.” You nod in agreement, and sure everyone stayed together, you all moved as a group. Falling back to where Paul brought up the rear, you walked beside him, silent for a bit.

“Paul... have you been in that car this whole time?” You did the math, it was five or six cars up if the old maps in Gilliams place were correct.

“Yea, it wasnt a bad gig” The man shrugged his shoulder. “Lonely, but I still got to see people a few times a day. They came to collect the bars, hand me the red letters.”

Your brows come together, the ones Curtis depended on. “Red letters, the ones giving us clues on how to break out?”

“Oh I dont know what they said, I was just told to place them in random bars and make sure they went out to the tail end.” Paul just stated as if it was common knowledge.

Fucking hell, this whole time it was a set up. The thought occurred to you, the weight of it was so heavy in your chest, you held back a sob. All those hours Curtis planned around the information sent. All of it just a set up. Why?

“How was Curtis when he went through?” Was he okay? How long ago was this? Must have been a couple days ago at least.

“He was fine Y/N, shocked to see me, and and pissed about the red letters, but hey, I do what Im told. Okay, this should be the one.” He broke away from you, and climbed up to the door, ducking inside. You glance over your shoulder, and your old car is barely in view, and you could see a few men standing near it, but unable to really tell if it the armed guards. Hopefully they are unable to get there shit together and try anything. Luckily you and the kids had a good amount of weapons collected before you bolted to the outside.

Paul called from inside “Y’all can come on in.” Sara limped up next to you, pressing a red rag to her shoulder, looking up. “I’m gonna need help this time” You nod and lope an arm around her waist, feeling her weight lean into you. “I got you this time Sara, were in this together.” The woman flashed you a grateful smile, and together you two wait for the crowd to disperse inside. Once it was just the two of you, you climb up first and reach back, taking her good arm, and as quickly as you were able, you help her up into the doorway, and together you two enter.

It was dim, but nothing like the tail end darkness, so your sight adjusts quickly, already people are huddling together, passing along protein bars, and mostly its quiet except for the occasional hushed whispers. The person wailing endlessly had since stopped in one of the many cars you all passed. Exhaustion and Shock kept you from searching them out. You should, guilt eats at you. But you turn away from the door for now, checking over the people instead. So far all the kids, including a few from the other cars all seemed fine. You knew Sara was bad off, and you found a few others with lacerations, bad bruises and concussions, and at least two who had a shoulder thrown out of joint. But the reports of those that couldn’t be helped was outstanding.

The one thing you were relieved to find was that no one seemed to be fighting. It was a mix of all sorts of factions, there were at least ten cars that dropped, and it ranged from you tail enders, a few from the prison section from what you could tell by there clothing, and a few “lower class” carts that were still much better off then you all were. But now everyone simply were together, there was no breaking of class. Hopefully it would just stay that way. All in all, there were about 30 of you crammed in as tight as possible to stay warm.

You moved back to the entrance and set on the edge, with the gun you had brought with you, keeping an eye on the landscape. Watching for any others to follow there trail, friend or foe. You roll up the collar of your coat you were wearing. It wasnt keeping you very warm, but better then nothing. Your eyes half closed hours later, and nodding off.

It was so damn cold...

I know it is baby, you should close your eyes.

Liar, thats just my mind playing tricks.

All you could hear was his agreeing laughter, yea you couldnt sleep.

“Miss?” A warm hand came to your face, the back of it touching your wind burned ruddy cheeks, making you gasp in surprise and jump slightly.

“Wh-at? Oh sorry... I must have nodded off.”

The man smiled, settling down in the doorway across from you, his jacket was slightly heavier, but still clouds of breath escaped him to glide into the night. “Its okay, you should let me take over for a while? I know we dont know each other, but its not on just you to watch. I can help any more that might arrive inside.”

You eye him, and he had warm eyes from what you can tell, god you wish you knew if you could trust him. “Im not just looking for more survivors. Our tail end was being held under guard. When we left, it was escaping them as well. Not many survived, but enough.”

“Yes, we saw the guards come through after the revolution passed through.” Another sign of Curtis, further up from Pauls car. You couldn’t help but smile hearing about him, fuck you missed him terribly. You hid your smile in your coat, finally it passed and you turned back to the man. “He is a stubborn man when he wants something. And he wanted us out of the tail end.”

“That he does, we had no cause to stand in there way, he passed us peacefully. Some of out people actually joined his cause. Its not as bad as your car, but we are tired of the imprisonment as well. My name is John by the way.” He held his hand out, and you unfolded yours from your sleeve, shaking his and gave your name as well. You werent going to give up your post, and he relaxed on the opposite side, apparently not willing to leave. You two were quiet for a time, when piercing through the night was the worst sound youve heard in a while. It kareened from the top of the cliff, a scream that echoed around the valley you were all stuck in.

It made you jump up, leaning out of the doorway to look up. And John did the same, cussing softly “Fuck what was that?” You shook your head.

“Nothing good.... “

During the time You were settling the survivors in the car, Curtis paused panting, it had long since grown dark out, following the light of the stars above them, it made the snow glow silver, stretching out in front of them. The train didn’t seem this long when he was fighting his way through the cars. Of course then it was adrenaline fueling him on. This time it was exhaustion. “Timmy, lets take a break buddy.” The boy on his back tightened his arms around Curtis neck, not wanting to let go, muttering sleepily in against his neck. “Okay... just swing around man.” Curtis coached him, and soon he had the boy slid around to his chest, stepping over to stand next to Yona, who was already curled up against the side of the train to get out of the wind. She needed more clothes, better clothes, fuck.

“Yona, take Timmy... “ Curtis pried the boys arms from around his neck, and she sleepily reached up to take the kid, drawing him into her. Curtis shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over them. Looking into the dark car they were huddling against, maybe there was some blankets in there. He heard rustling inside, but nothing more. Grabbing an outside bar, he pulled himself into the entrance to look inside He couldn’t make out anyone in the shadows, but that meant nothing. “I’m coming in, I don’t want any trouble.”

Hearing nothing more, he slid inside, it didnt look like he was going to have much luck. Nothing but bodies scattered around, and axes, the smell of blood, dried blood prominent. Shit, this was the car from the bridge. Thats when he saw that the tied prisoners he had left behind were killed to, deep ax cuts to there neck, squatting near one, he studied the man, drawing his own conclusions. They must have finished off the rest after he left. Breathing in deeply and rubbing a hand against his face. They had the right to after all the torture they had endured over the years, but part of him was still disappointed in the death. So much fucken death.

At least it was quicker then starving and shit, he thought.

Its still wrong Curtis, they were unarmed at this point.

Yea I know, but can you blame them. We were unarmed and starving in the tail end and they never gave a shit.

A touch of your hand and sigh, you just were so damn tired in his mind.

“Curtis?” a voice from the other end mentioned, and he pushed to a stand, brows furrowed at the noise, he swore he heard his name. “Hello?”

“Curtis! back here!” It was louder, more urgent. He recognized that voice, Tam from the back, she had come up behind them once the fighting was done, helping the injured. Curtis made his way over the scattered bodies and debris scattered around, and what did he find, fuck he found a small group of his people, helping one another up, and others laying out side by side, ones that had injuries, preventing them from moving to much. Tam moved to grasp Curtis pulling him into an affectionate hug “Damn are we glad to see you! We lost most everyone Curtis, were all thats left. They came back through and pinned us down, claimed 74 percent of us were to be killed.” The tears streamed down her face freely, as she released him and pulled back. “they were about to march us back when the train, I’m guessing went off the track? It caught them unaware enough we were able to fight back. There wasn’t many.... but we just didn’t know what to do, what was ahead, if you, Tonya, Nam... the rest were still alive?”

Curtis shook his head, swallowing down the sorrow. “No, they didn’t make it. Its just me, Yona, and I was able to get Timmy back. Not Andy, I never saw him.”

Tams head hung for the loss of there friends, and Curtis turned his attention back to the door. “I got to go get Yona and Timmy, now that I know its you all, we we will stay here. Tomorrow those that can, we are going to see about whats left of the tail end. I was told they went over a cliff... but I have to know.”

Tam nodded, as well as a few others that came to join in the conversation, Curtis questioned. “No ones seen Y/N, have they?” Maybe you didn’t listen, he could hope.

“No, she stayed in the back with the kids.... just like you told her she had to.” They had all seen you drag her back into Gilliams quarters just before it all started. Curtis sighed to himself, not his finest moment thinking back on it. It tore him to think now how you two left things. How you might not be....

STOP IT! You cant think that way.

I shouldn’t have done that babygirl, left you in anger.

No WE shouldn’t, we will fix this, go get the kids now.

Turning away from the group, he made his way back, and looking out the door, he saw his two charges still under his jacket, hiding away. “Timmy, Yona, lets get inside, its safe.” Yona first poked her head out from there little hideaway, and pushed Timmy into a stand, the two of them making there way to the entrance. Reaching down, Curtis grasped Timmys arm and hauled him up the side, pulling him in “Go all the way to the back, Tam and them are up there.” The boy nodded and started to head towards the back, Curtis leaned down and took a wrapped Yoda by the arm, and she was slightly heavier, grunting with the effort and pain lacing his ribs as she scrambled best she could up the side, landing with a oof when she fell in. “Sorry Yona” He apologized while she brushed herself off and made to take off his coat to return it. “ no you hang onto it for now. I will take it back tomorrow morning. Maybe they have something back there you can use before we head out.”

“But your gonna freeze Curtis” Her head tilted, studying him. He dismissed it with a shake of his head and together they headed back to the group. Tam was kneeling next to Timmy, cupping his face and studying some of the bruises on his face. The boy was starting to come out of the trance state Curtis first found him in, talking more. He had yet to ask about his mother, and Curtis figured right now it would be to much to have that discussion, Not yet anyways. If he wasn’t asking, Curtis was content to let it just stay silent till they were all in a better place.

“Our wounded, how bad are they?” Curtis asked another as he headed over to see whom was over there, it wasn’t your, or the it was Our, they were a group again, looking out for one another best they could. There looked like five or six, some perfectly silent, another one was groaning in his sleep. Tam came over, her arms folded around her “Bad, I don’t know if they will all make it. What I wouldn’t give for Y/N to be here, at least we would have some direction in what to do” Curtis clenched his jaw hearing this.

Fuck I wish you were here to baby. He sighed inwardly, what he wouldn’t give to hear you tell him it would be okay.

“The one i’m most worried about is Edgar, the wound is deep, and it took a while for the wound to clot. I mean hes conscious...”

“Wait! Edgars alive?!” Curtis scanned over the covered people again, looking for anyone familiar.

“Yea, hes that one up at the end, wait... you didn’t know Curtis?” Tam followed along behind and Curtis made his way over, and sure enough, Edgar was fast asleep, pale as hell, but damn it the kid was alive. “No, we left in such a hurry after the bridge...” He rushed his words to Tam, just in shock. Curtis collapsed to his knees next to him, relief just washing over him. “Fuck man its good to see you” He whispered, and beside him Edgar groaned and opened his eyes.

“Yea man, its good to see you to.”

What happened hung in the air, but left unsaid for now, Curtis knew he had yet another apology to make, another mistake. Edgar went to sit up and Tam immediately put a stop to that.

“You lay your ass back down Edgar. You lost to much blood to be moving around any, and that wound reopens, no telling if we can get it to stop.” With a roll of his eyes he fell back to lay still. Curtis looked questioning up at Tam.

“The knife missed the spine and vitals, but its deep enough to leave a gaping hole. It needs to be sewed up, or cauterized. But we just don’t have the materials.” Edgar raised enough to lean on his elbow.

“Well someone should go looking for that shite, right?” Curtis was relieved to hear that accent of his once more, never thought he would hear it again. “I cant be laying up here the whole damn time.”

It occurred to Curtis that maybe they could do one. “Yona... Yona, has my jacket. Nam gave me a smoke just before, theres some matches in the pocket.” Tam hurried over to where Yona was sleeping, searching in the pockets of his jacket. Rewarded when she pulled out the old half disintegrated book of matches, and miraculously they were still dry. Curtis started looking around for things to burn, searching the deads pockets for anything flammable. Finally having an plan in place, meant he could at least fix part of something.

Having enough materials gathered, Curtis collected one of the Axes, cleaning off the dried blood caking the edge. He hoped the fire would burn off any other debris to keep from infecting Edgar. Tam worked on getting the fire hot, and Edgar laid on his stomach, watching the flames. Curtis eyes would glance up once in a while to catch his expression. Clouded, unsure if it was from pain, or remembering how Curtis how turned away when Masons men had the knife to his throat. Curtis couldn’t forget it, He shouldn’t have left him.

“Edgar I---”

“Stop man, were not doing this. Not now, not ever.” Edgar glared at him to shut him up, and Curtis closed his mouth, running the rag once more over the blades edge, there was a tiny spot, he swore he could see it although the axe gleamed spotless.

Moments later, Tam blew lightly on the fire, and it went from hot reddish orange to white hot laces of blue. “I think this is as hot as were gonna get it Curtis, put the blade in.” She sat back, and rested her hands on her knee. “Edgar, your ready for this?”

“As ready as I’m gonna be” He winced a bit and settled in. Giving the axe time to heat, the trio remained silent, all till there was a slight smolder rising from the head pushed in the coals. “Bite on this” Tam informed, holding out a cloth. Reluctantly, cause damn this was gonna hurt like a bitch, Edgar wedged it in his mouth, nodding.

Curtis moved to hes shoulders, his uninjured arm pressing on either side of his shoulder blades. Putting his weight behind it, he was sure Edgar would thrash, and it was vital to keep him as still as possible. He felt the man drawing in deep breaths and surprisingly he seemed relaxed under his hold, calm. Tam moved in close to Edgars side, lifting the handle of the ax and drawing it out of the fire. They had seconds to sear it shut, having the metal hot enough to scar him closed. Curtis gave a curt, ‘Im ready’ nod, and Tam laid the broad side of the axe right over the wound.

It was a hiss at first, the scent of burning flesh rising almost immediately, and Edgar tensed rigidly, trying to push away and the noise. The noise was probably the hardest part to deal with. Not the smell, not feeling Edgar try to escape pain. It rose so sharply, that Edgar lost what he was biting on, and it just seemed magnified from where they were in the hollowed car. Curtis almost lost his hold on him, having to dig in his heel and lean fully into him. “Come on Edgar, its gonna be okay, were almost done”

His words had no meaning, and finally after a bit, Edgar just collapsed under him, Tam yanked the axe away, and Curtis broke into a sob, dropping his forehead to lean against the passed out Edgars head. “Fuck, I’m so sorry... “ his voice dragged out. Edgar was like his brother, this on top of everything else just fuck was tearing him. After a few moments to calm himself down, Curtis leaned over to check that he was breathing fine. Thank fuck he passed out, Curtis could hear your worry edging your voice. The wound, make sure its sealed Curtis....

His hand slid down Edgars back, and deep redness had settled in, around the cut it was black, a few shallow boils forming, but all in all, the hole was shut. “I think we got it Tam” He said as released his hold on Edgar and Tam as careful as could be dragged the blanket up to where the wound was still red hot, not daring to put anything on it.

“What do you wanna do next Curtis?” Tam moved over to sit next to him, drawing her legs up and staring into the fire that was loosing its drive to burn, having scored most of the material into ash at this point. Curtis nudged some of it with his boot, shifting the coals. Already he was falling into that leader roll, he could sense others were listening into there conversation, waiting to see what he would say.

I wonder how they would feel if they knew I caused the train to derail.

No different babes, now were not prisoners anymore, were actually free to make our own choices for our future.

“Going to check on the end cars like my original plan was. There is probably survivors and we have to check on our people, if they survived, there might be some that need help with injuries. Then back towards the front, theres food up there, the cars up there are in better shape.”

“What about the front enders?” Tam questioned, and Curtis looked at her with a shrug.

“They either accept us, or we will push them out. Thats been the goal this whole time, and I’m not stopping now.” So matter of fact, Tam went silent, and together they waited till morning to come seeping in, a new day, a new way of life.

You were watching the beginning of your first sunrise, and you couldn’t help the tears that yet again got caught in your lashes. There are different kinds, and in the past few days you shed them all. Grief, pain, fear... but these felt different, rewarding. There salty drops fell on your lips and a flick of the tongue collected them before you brushed them away. John stretched and with a pop of his arms over his head, he moved to a stand. “I’ve seen many of these over the years... “ You look up in surprise, then consider, well maybe his section had windows. “... But this is the best damn sunset i’ve seen.”

“Its the first one I’ve seen in seventeen years” You remarked, blinking against the light bouncing off the ice and snow. “And I have to say its more beautiful then I remember it being.”

I wish you could see this Handsome, a wistful tone in your thoughts.

I am baby, almost the best thing I’ve ever seen.... almost.

Love you to Curtis.

While you were admiring the arrival of light, a flash out of the corner of your eye catches your attention, and you tilt your head to the side to see what it was. Mistake.... as you found out when a sharp whizz blew over your head and bounced off the metal with a loud ping and sparks flew, both you and John tumbling back with wide eyed gasps. “What the fuck!” he exclaimed and you scramble low to rest the weapon you stole from them the day before out the entrance of the car.

“Remember how I told you we were being held under guard? Well... I might have stabbed one in the eye just before the train derailed. They want us back for other things as well.”

“Do you even know how to use that Y/N?” John asked as he to ducked out of line of sight, staying further hidden then you.

“No, but I can give an educated guess. How about you see if there is someone back there who does?” You use the scope to look, they were still a distance off, and with luck John would be back sooner with someone who knew how to use one of these thing. So far nothing more has been fired, since you no longer made yourself a target, but you tried to study them, count how many there were. So far give made up the line, but who knows, some might be on the other side of the train, holding back... You scanned away from the edge, across the landscape, but that didn’t hold anything worth noticing. Maybe, just maybe there were only five left. Five fully trained to use there weapons men. FUCK.

“Hey, found someone!” John exclaimed and a petite woman slid up beside you, glancing over the edge. “These bastards wanna play fire with fire? Lets give them some back.” Well damn, you hand it over immediately as she made herself comfortable. “Johanna by the way, nice to meet you Y/N” she caught you by surprise knowing your name, and she smirked. “Hey I was a few car up from John, weve all heard of you tail enders and your revolution. About fucken time.” She peered into the scope and flipped off the safety. Seeming to take measure of where she was aiming, Johnana proved patient. John had long sense disappeared back among the group to gather more bullets, hopefully they had enough to keep this new threat back.

It was so sudden, her finger was resting on the trigger, and then a couple shots went off, she barely flinched at the moment, but you cringed with them both. A curse muttered from her lips as she pulled back “They are sticking pretty close to the train, hard to get a shot off at this side angle, but they are now at least aware were not defenseless.”

Curtis shook his head at Yona, who stood defiant before him, her arms crossed over her chest and head tilted to the side. “Your not going, thats that. Stay here and help look after the others.”

“That is foolish, I can help.” She pushed, trying her hardest to convince him. “My dad... he might be out there.” A softer tone making her look down, trying to also convince herself that maybe, just maybe he survived. Curtis squatted down closer to her level, his hands cupping her face to make her look at him.

“Yona, I swear if hes alive, I will bring him back, okay? After everything he did for us, you have my word. I really need you here, Timmy trusts you more then these others, and Edgar needs to be taken cared of. Please, can you do this for me?”

This seemed ot appease the young woman, who gave a nod relenting and once they both agreed to these terms, she went to Edgars side, kneeling beside him and touching his forehead. The man was still asleep, and Curtis hoped it wasnt a sign of any kind of fever, although Tam remained nearby constantly hovering. His back was still an angry red, but it wasn’t as intense feeling of heat rolling from the wound, so that was something.

Gathering others to join him, they all worked there way out of the train. Mostly they had axes shared among them, there were a few discarded rifles from the earlier battle at the bridge, in which Curtis himself collected one, slinging it around to hang off his back. They went in a single file, the few of them that joined, and every car they came to, they checked for survivors. After the brutal cold night, they weren’t successful in find any stragglers. Before they even got to the cliffs edge, a noise was brought to them. Sounds like... gunshots. The whole group looked at one another and sped up, pushing through the snow as fast as they could break through it. Once they reached the cliff, they looked down to see what the hell was going on.

The cars below were scattered around, some on there sides, some had still somehow remained upright, but it was a mess, there old car, the tail end was on its side, dented and half split at the seam. It must have hit the hardest the way it was bounced away from the others, sure its momentum had dragged the rest down with it.. From what Curtis could see, the survivors were pinned in one car, the one that seemed to still be upright, by the cliff face. Those outside of the car, Wilfords men, the ones Wilford issued the kill orders to. Shots were exchanged with from a group of men pressing along another car for coverage. But a scan of showed others coming up the backside. Shit... He was sure none of them had any idea there was more then what those that was shooting at them.

Curtis swung the weapon he carried around, and took aim best he could. There was no telling at this distance and his general inexperience if he was close to any of the targets, the couple others that also had the same advantage took up sentry on each side of him. Picking a target, Curtis took a breath and steadied himself till his sight wasn’t shaking. A breath out, and he pulled that trigger. The resounding BOOM flooded the valley, snow spitting up feet from the man. He missed but the guy stumbled back and raced around the corner of the car. Curtis other companions also fired at around the same time. And one aimed just so, the guard falling back with a burst of red scattering across the snow. Direct kill shot.

Surprised at now being shot above, the rest scrambled away, heading away from the cliff face and using the demolished cars for cover, they soon were out of sight for the time being. Curtis swung the rifle in a sweeping motion, checking before going to the pinned car, and studying it for movement.

Thats when he caught a glimpse. It was not even a second, and Curtis could only guess that it was actually You, but it was enough for his chest to tighten painfully, and all those other things just narrow into one single thought.

YOU WERE ALIVE.

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Gotham Lockdown 2020

Part 15a

Summary: Christmas memories

Warning: a little light smut. mostly fluff

Roman, reached over and grabbing some popcorn offered you a bite which you took. He popped the rest in his mouth. Gently, you felt Roman’s fingers go through your hair as the two of watched National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. He against the sofa, his arm draped around your middle, occasionally his fingers drumming your stomach. You rested your head gently against his chest.

“I can’t imagine going to the middle of nowhere for a tree.” He remarked.

You smiled up at him. “That’s because you are a city boy.” You placed a quick kiss on his slightly scruffy jaw before leaning back against him.

“Probably.” He chuckled.

Eventually, without truly realizing it your eye lids had grown heavy and you drifted softly off to sleep.

*****

“Y/N, maybe,” Gently, he rubbed your side. Feeling, playful he gently tugged on the waistband of your leggings and let them snap against your hip. “I should try and find something like that for you for Christmas.” He chuckled.

When you didn’t respond, he brushed some hair from your face. He smiled then. All of you was soft, as you were soundly asleep curled up against him.

Gently he caressed the curve of your cheek, as his mind wandered the first Christmas you two shared.

Roman, stopped and checked his phone, he was soon all ready for his red eye home tomorrow. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, the shop window stopped him, a dress of poinsettias and a pine tree branch skirt. Christmas was at the end of the week. He already had bought you a lovely necklace but he needed a little more of personal touch.

“Y/N,” The memory of your name echoing in his mind made his heart squeeze. Walking, in he realized it was a very lush and posh store of Women’s lingerie. Undoing a few buttons of his coat, he adjusted his scarf. It was good to be out of the cold wintery night.

Perfect he mused, you would love a little something like this. It would show you just how beautiful he thought you were.

He was barely, in the store when the scents of vanilla and cinnamon tickled his nose. A perky blonde with shiny pink lips immediately came over to him. Her whole body shimmed as if on display. She reminded him of when he held open auditions for the club.

“Handsome, how can I help you?” She asked, he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Her English accent making her obvious flirtation sound a little more charming then it would have been if he was back home.

“I want to see all your classy pieces that are maroon. I have a beautiful lady I am buying for.”

You smile dropped then reappeared in the span of a heart beat. “Oh, you’re an American, how charming.”

“I leave tomorrow on the red-eye.” He said, flatly. He could not wait to be back in Gotham, he thought. Your eyes shining as they looked up at him, filled his imagination, your hand was so soft and small on his cheek, his heart squeezed as he could practically feel it. He shook his head. Bringing, him back to this store in London.

“Handsome,” she called to him again, that surely brought him back to the store. “Would you like a model, to see how the pieces fit and lay on the body?”

Man, why didn’t he encounter things like this before you.

He closed the distance, he looked her up and down. “Are you the model, doll?”

She literally became more bubbly and curvy before his eyes. A smiling smirk curled those pink lips. “Yes.”

He ran his fingers through his hair. He leaned a little. “Sorry doll but just bring me out the pieces.”

Her face sunk completely then. Over the next twenty minutes, he looked at everything they had to offer.

He found just the right pieces. He was grateful that she wrapped everything up and made it all very pretty.

His last surprise came when he was about to pay. She came out in one of the slips.

“Doll, I’m good man. Well actually, I am not,” he smirked. “If you were from Gotham you’d know. But you should not do this, one day you may meet the wrong sort.”

“Am I not irresistible ?”

“You don’t know my girl.” He simply put, he laid out the pounds on the counter and turned and walked out.

Reaching, in his pocket he took out his phone. He probably, should be walking faster back to his hotel especially with the snow shifting out the sky but he didn’t.

He looked down at the picture he had snagged of the two of you. He clicked, and put the phone to his ear.

Your voice was heavy with sleep. “Hello?”

“Babygirl, since when do you blindly answer the phone?” he teased.

“Roman?”

“Yes baby, good morning.”

“Are you ok? Did something happened? Are you still taking your flight home in the morning?”

His smile grew broader as he could her waking up more with each question. “I am fine baby. I was thinking of you and thought I’d call.”

“Oooo” you made a soft sound and he could hear as you relax, melting back into the pillows. Mostly, likely you were on his side of the bed. He heard you yawn. “Ooo good. You had me worried.”

“I’m fine baby. Was just picking up a Christmas present for yours truly. Now I’m walking the streets of London back to my hotel.”

“Oh, you are so sweet.” You cooed. “I wish I was there.”

“Maybe next time.” He smirked. “Tell me baby, are you on my side of the bed?”

“Yes.” He could see the sheepish expression.

“Are you wearing one of my shirts.”

“No!”

“Alright baby.” You knew that last bit was a little fib because you did it when he just went to metropolis. You would definitely do it when him in London. “Now, a final thing.”

“Yes?” You purred.

“Baby, with your free hand.” He paused for effect, when he heard you inhale. Are you listening?”

“Yes.” Your pitch had gone up.

“Good.” He pulled the word out. “Let your hand drift down your body. And then...” He paused again. He ducked under an over hang and avoided other people on the sidewalk. Tilting his head back, he shook some of the snow that clung to him.

“Still listening?”

“Yeess!” Your voice had become strained.

“Good. Now let that hand slip under your panties.”

“Ooh.” You made a soft sound. He could see you squirm and bite your bottom lip. “It’s under my panties.” Your words were breathy.

“That’s my babygirl.” Damn, of course now this making his heart pick up. But he could control himself. He swallowed hard. “Now cup yourself for daddy, and....squeeze.” He said slowly.

“Daddy.” A whimper filled his ear.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You daddy.” Your voiced was jagged with your need.

“Yes, you do. Don’t you?”

“I do.” Your words were squeezed.

He smirked. “Now, take that little hand out, go back to sleep and you can look forward to welcoming me home tomorrow.”

“But daddy?” You pleaded.

“Ok! One more squeeze. Do as I asked.”

“Ok, daddy.”

******

“Roman?? Daddy.”

Your voice sounded closer, opening his eyes your eyes met his. He shook, slightly startled but then he smiled. “Hi baby.”

“You fell asleep and we’re only on the second Christmas movie.” A soft pout formed on your bottom lip.

“You fell asleep first!”

“Well...maybe but...”

“You did.” Reaching over, grabbing the remote he turned off to tv.

He patted his thighs. “Come here, daddy wants to feel you a little closer.”

“I would love to.” He sighed as you straddled him. You made a soft sound and rocked against his growing need for you. “Ooh, daddy what were you dreaming.” You looked at him with coy interest. A look only you could pull off. One that he only ever wanted from you.

“Tell me my sweet,” He met your eyes as he let his fingertips trace your jaw ever so lightly.

“Yes?”He felt you move, he placed his hands on your hips to steady you.

“Daddy, needs you to remember something.”

“Yes.” It came out as a statement.

“When I called you that last night from London before our first Christmas, had you been a good girl and went back to sleep or were you bad and did you disobey me?”

You licked your lips. “I was bad daddy.” Your voice came out small and soft. He bit back a laugh. He loved that even three years after the act, you felt bad.

“I knew it.”

“Are you upset?”

“No. If you kiss me.”

Your lips met his and soon he enjoyed the sweet taste of you.

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cait-with-luv · 4 years

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J.JK Soul Ink - Chapter 11

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¬ Sucker For Pain - Imagine Dragons, X Ambassadors, Lil Wayne, Logic, Wiz Kalifa, Ty Dolla $ign

"I haven't seen her for months Lay, I'm telling you the truth! If I had seen her why would I hide it from her best friend?! Let me fucking go! What's wrong with you?!"

"See Baekhyun, my old friend, I know you're lying. I had people there watching, they saw you two talking."

Baekhyun glared at Lay who was circling like he was some kind of pray, as he tried to break free from the ropes tied around his wrists and ankles that shackled him to the chair and he chuckled coldly,

"Just because I got caught talking to her doesn't mean I'm gonna rat her out she is clearly staying away from you for a reason and now I can see why. Besides, if I knew where she was anyway I wouldn't tell you, I'm not a traitor unlike you." Baekhyun spits earning himself a pistol whip around the face.

Baekhyun's face whips to the side and his face scrunches up in pain before spitting out the blood that had filled his mouth at Lay's feet.

"Damn did I hit a nerve Lay?" Baekhyun chuckles feeling no fear. Lay chuckles coldly and grabs Baekhyun's hair tightly in a fist and Baekhyun winces before laughing,

"Didn't know you were into that kinda stuff,"

Lay growls angrily at Baekhyun who was very clearly unfazed by the life threatening situation he was in. It was clear he wasn't gonna break.

"You really risking your life for your former fuck buddy? Is it really worth it?" Lay scoffs

"Y/N may of been my fuck buddy when we were teenagers but that girl is like family, you better believe she's worth every single ounce pain I take. I won't let you get to her, so if you think you're gonna get anything out of me about last night you might as well kill me now because I'm not saying jack shit." Baekhyun spits out.

Lay lets go of Baekhyun's hair and throws a punch to his stomach making Baekhyun gasp and cough and Lay laughs,

"Not so big now are you? You'll break eventually, they always do. Why don't you tell me what she spoke to you about or why she was? This could all end right now Baekhyun."

"End right now? If I were to break I'd get a bullet to the head anyway. I'm just a dead man talking at this point. I'm not telling you nothing because I don't know nothing even if I did you can go fuck yourself. So go ahead put a bullet in my head. You'd be doing us both a favor." Baekhyun taunts. Lay punches him in the face and before Baekhyun could recover, he threw another.

Baekhyun groans in pain and feels blood begin to trickle from his nose. He throws his head back lets out a laugh, amused that he was getting under his skin.

"Boss, he's no help to us, he's clearly not breaking, just get rid of him and try the girl," One of the guards say placing a hand on Lay's shoulder. Lay nods and looks back at Baekhyun who now began to struggle more at his restraints at the mention of a girl he very clearly knows.

"Lay you fucking touch Irene or even fucking go near her, Y/N will never forgive you, she'll kill you."

"No harm will be caused towards Irene, but I'm feeling considerate so I'm letting you go alive." Lay smirks.

"There's always a catch though, you're gonna say something like if I catch you around her your gonna be back in this seat right?" Baekhyun teases making Lay laugh.

"Hit the nail on the head." Lay smirks and looks at his workers and nods his head to Baekhyun,

"Get him out of here."

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You let out a groan as your phone begins to ring, you snuggle into the warmth of a bare chest and try to ignore the phone and then you freeze. A bare chest? You sit up quickly and hold in a scream when you see Jungkook lying on his back, mouth slightly ajar whilst he slept.

Why was he here?!

You push your questions aside and silently try to slip out of his hold but his grip tightens on your hip and he lets out a whine and you hold in a gasp. The phone stops ringing and you sigh and look at the clock.

6 am

The phone rings again and this time Jungkook begins to stir and you hold your breath as he removes his hand from your hip and turns so he was lying on his stomach, tucking his hands under the pillow where his head rest. You quickly turn to the bed side and pick up your phone and check who was calling you and you frown,

Baekhyun

He never phones you unless he needs you down at the garage, needs you to race or...if he's in trouble. You immediately pick up and the call and whisper,

"Hello?"

All you heard was heavy breathing and your heartbeat began to rise and you sat on the edge of your bed nervously.

"Baekhyun? Are you okay? What's going on?"

"Y/N? Please tell me you're somewhere safe?"

You frown at the urgency in his voice and begin to panic.

"Y-Yeah, I'm hiding out at-"

"No no no don't tell me, do not tell me where you are, Lay is on to you okay? He had people watching us talk last night, if you tell me he's gonna come back for me, he's got people watching me now, he tried to get me to rat you out I told him nothing don't worry, just pissed him off, I'm gonna be okay but just stay low okay? He's determined to rip this whole city apart to find you okay? He's going after Irene next Y/N he said he won't hurt her but after what he's done to me I don't trust him, he's gonna hurt her Y/N. I'm on my way to hers right now, I'm gonna take her somewhere safe."

Your eyes widen and your breath hitches. Your best friends were in trouble all because you were caught talking to them.

"Get out of the city Baekhyun, take Irene with you and stay out of town until it all blows over, we're gonna get rid of him okay? Just take Irene and get out of here do you here me? I'll phone you when it's safe. Baekhyun I'm so sorry." You cry out.

"Y/N it's okay, what are friends for? I'd do anything to keep you safe. Consider this me paying you back for all the times you've saved my ass, it's my turn now. I've got things packed for me, I'll get Irene to pack and we'll be out of here okay? We've got your back."

"Okay."

You whisper out. You flinch as you feel a hand touch your shoulder gently. You turn to see Jungkook sat up frowning tiredly and you quickly finish up your conversation,

"Be safe okay Baekhyun? The both of you."

"Always, stay safe too okay? I don't know what's going on but you can explain the story once its safe okay? I love you chick."

"I will, I love you too fluff ball."

"Leave my hair alone bitch."

You let out a small laugh and whisper a bye and hang up and place the phone back on the dresser and turn to face a concerned Jungkook.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, his voice deep and raspy from not long waking up. You shiver slightly and nod stiffly and explain to him what had happened and he continues to frown as you explain.

"Sorry that I woke up." You mumble out and he chuckles,

"Don't worry about it, I was stirring anyway."

"U-Um Jungkook, why are you in my bed? I remember you bringing me back after my panic attack b-but nothing after that..." You trail off and Jungkook's face softens,

" You had a nightmare, well more of a memory and you screamed and scared us all. I sat with you but you wouldn't let me go so I stayed."

"O-Oh." You stutter out and he chuckles and climbs out of the bed and your breath hitches as you realize he was shirtless. You stare in awe at the art decorating his skin and how well built he was. It was very clear he was a gym freak. Your eyes stop on one piece of art decorating his side and you suddenly understand why he was so sensitive to the tattoo you got...

"Like what you see?" Jungkook smirks noticing your stare. You scoff and cross your arms

"You wish Jeon."

You stand up and walk so you stood in front of him and stared intently at the tattoo before gently tracing over it subconsciously making his breath hitch and he shivers at your touch. It was a dragon similar to yours but made to fit a males body, instead of it being wrapped around blossoms, it was wrapped around roses and had what looked like a crescent moon behind it, it looked dominant unlike yours which looked fierce. You look down to your tattoo before looking up to see him already looking down at you, his pupils dilated and his cheeks were red. You snap back into realization, you pull your hand away quickly as if he was lava but he quickly grabs your wrist and you gasp at the sudden movement. You stare at him intently as he moves your hand up to his shoulder and you keep it there as he lets go.

You squeal and wrap both arms around his neck as he places a hand under your thigh and brings it up to rest on his hip and you gasp at the sudden closeness. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife.

"Look down," He mumbles resting his forehead against yours closing his eyes. Your breath hitches and you slowly look down as Jungkook begins to trace your tattoo like you did to his and you shiver at the tickling feeling. You gasp at how they matched up together. The dragons noses touching as if they were in love and mated. Now you understood why he was so angry.

"You see why I'm so pissed about you getting that tattoo? It was made for the person I fell in love with." Jungkook mumbles staring at you intensely. You nod gulping. Your heart clenches at his comment about it being made for the woman he was gonna fall in love with, jealously sinking in and it made you realize,

You like him. No, love him, and you didn't know what to do.

You stare at him and whisper out,

"I'm sorry that I was the one who found it."

He shakes his head and chuckles letting your leg go and moves his hand to caress your cheek making your eyes flutter shut at the comfort you got.

"You didn't know babygirl, and besides, I wouldn't want any other person finding it." He whispers brushing some hair out your face and curled it behind your ear.

"Again with the nickname." You tease making him chuckle

Was that an indirect confession? You thought to yourself.

"Maybe it was..." He says lowly. Your heart speeds up as you realize you spoke out loud and your eyes jolt open as you feel his warm lips on your forehead. He opens his eyes and stares at you before his eyes flicker to your lips. He begins to move closer and both of you begin to close your eyes, anticipating to feel each others lips against each others. Excitement began to bubble in the pit of your stomach. You were nearly there until-

"Oh my god just fucking kiss each other and then have sex this is so painful to watch!"

You both open your eyes quickly and pull out of each others hold and turn to face the intruder,

"Seokjin!"

"Jin hyung!"

You both screamed at the same time making him cackle and lean against the door frame crossing his arms smirking.

"What? Just giving you kids a word of advice, don't stop on my account, just here to tell you brats breakfast is ready, we're all downstairs waiting for you both." Jin says casually pushing himself of the door frame and runs off before Jungkook could find something to throw at him.

You stare at each other awkwardly and Jungkook rubs the back of his neck nervously and chuckles.

"I-I'm gonna go get dressed and go downstairs." He says quickly rushing out the room, closing the door behind him before you could say anything. You place a hand on your heart as you feel it race and you take in a deep breath and begin to get yourself ready.

You shyly walk downstairs and walk into the kitchen where all the boys but Jungkook were sat conversing. They looked up and gave you a small smile but Jimin doesn't even look up at you and you frown but brush it off.

You sit down in between Taehyung and Hoseok and they smirk at you,

"So Y/N, we've heard you've had an eventful morning with our Jungkookie huh?" Taehyung teases nudging you and you glare at him your cheeks turning red in embarrassment, making them all laugh. Jimin stays quiet and you put it of as he's still tired or not in a great mood.

"Shut up, nothing happened." You say biting into a piece of toast.

"That's not what Jin hyung said Shortcake." Hoseok chuckles making you groan and hit your head against the counter making him laugh obnoxiously.

"You're just jealous she picked the better looking one." A voice says.

You look up to see that Jungkook was now in the kitchen and was pouring himself a glass of orange juice.

"I beg to fucking differ Jeon Jungkook, you seen this face? Pure beauty right Y/N?" Jin scoffs looking at you innocently. You let out a laugh and nod,

"Oh of course Jin, no one could beat you in the looks department." You joke making him smile in achievement.

The boys all burst into an argument about looks and personality and you sat watching in amusement.

"It doesn't matter about looks, it's the personality that matters."

"No no no you've got it all wrong."

"Why does it matter anyway?"

"I don't see her wanting to scream your name Taehyung."

Your breath hitches as Jimin slammed his hands on the table and everyone goes silent.

"Jungkook would you stop being an arrogant dick?" Jimin growls and everyones eyes widen. Jungkook frowns and mumbles an apology.

"You're not sorry though are you? I know I said I'm okay with you dating her but that doesn't mean you can try and jump her bones straight away." Jimin continues now standing up.

"Jimin hyung, I was joking, nothing happened anyway, I am sorry." Jungkook says warily.

You frown at his protectiveness over you despite only knowing each other for 48 hours.

"Something would of though if Jin hyung didn't walk in right? Were you gonna just fuck and ditch her like some kind of object like you've in the past? I won't let you do that to her Jungkook. That's my little fucking sister," Jimin spits standing right in front of Jungkook. Despite the height difference it was very clear Jungkook was nervous. You gasp and look around the room noticing Namjoon and Jin were slowly walking towards them to pull them away from each other

"I'm not like that anymore you know that, I was a stupid teenager, I wouldn't do that to her Jimin hyung! I care for her! I just don't know how to express it okay?!" Jungkook yells back. Namjoon pulls Jimin away mumbling something to his ear and Jimin's eyes widen as he looks over to you and Jin pushes Jungkook out the room scolding him and telling him to go cool down.

You breath hitches and your brain began to hurt from the two sudden confessions and you hold your head as it hurts, you stand up suddenly letting your seat screech.

"Y/N you need to calm down..." You hear Hoseok says holding your wrist gently. Memories begin to flash through your eyes and you squeeze them shut and groan as you try to push them out.

"Butterfly...Listen to my voice, relax okay?" You hear Jimin say softly gathering you into his arms rocking you both side to side.

"Y/N you need to let those memories in okay? You're going to hurt more if you don't." Namjoon coaxes you. You take in a deep breath and let yourself relax as you allow the memories in and you hear a familiar voice in a memory,

"I love you Butterfly..."

"I love you too Mochi..."

You gasp and open your eyes looking up to the boy holding you in his arms.

"I have a brother? Mochi?" You say placing a hand on Jimin's cheek as he teared up nodding, leaning into your touch.

"Yeah Butterfly, it's Mochi, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

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