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[zarla-s]

not good numbers, gaster

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[littlefireball]

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Mingi x 9th member reader

Part 2 of Perv!MG Headcanons

Warning: Smut|No plot|Unprotected sex|creampie|rough sex|pet name|dirty thought mingi (of course)|too lazy to list all the warnings lol

Summary: Mingi can't control himself during the CK's photoshoot with you. 

Word count:2.8K

9th member AU / Part 2 Yungi Jealousy, Jealousy

"Shouldn't we deal with it quickly?" Mingi's hot breath landed on your skin as he murmured against your ear. His hardness nestled between your ass in a slow grind, creating just enough friction to tease you. "You are so hot…y/n." 

At the time he saw you dressing up in only a tight cropped top and skirt, his eyes couldn't tear off from your figure. Every time you bent over or twisted your body, he found himself staring at the way your top clung to your chest, and your skirt hugged your hips. It was as if you were teasing him on purpose. 

Mingi got bolder and bolder each time changing pose. He would lean closer to you, using his height advantage to stare down your cleavage as you leaned back against him;or he would reach out to pretend to adjust your hair or fix your outfit, but his touch lingered a little too long. 

"Someone will notice…" You protested weakly, your voice trembling as his hand wandered to your hip where his thumb snuck under the waistband of your skirt. 

"Let them notice," he said, his other arm wrapping around your chest, pulling you even closer to him as the photographer called for a new pose. He could feel your heart racing, and he knew that you were just as turned on as he was. Mingi let his hand slip lower, tracing a path across finally came to rest on your hip, toying with the edge of your fabric and giving it a light tug. 

"We shouldn't be doing this…" you whispered, but these words betrayed your will obviously. 

"Why not?" Mingi nuzzled his face into your neck, his lips brushing against your skin. "I know you want me as much as I want you…right?" He began to undo the button on your skirt, tugging it down just a little bit, his fingers trailing along the bare skin of your hip. You stifled a gasp as the cool air hit your skin, the pleasure clouding your mind more and more. 

Mingi let out a small smirk at your reaction, clearly enjoying your body squirm under his touch. He then reached for the hem of the skirt but before he could lift it, the photographer called out to them. "Alright, let's take a break!" 

"Tsk…" Mingi clenched his jaw, reluctant to pull away from you. The moment he finally did, a long-held breath escaped your lips, a sigh of relief mingled with longing. The photographer remained oblivious to your heavy breathing and flushed cheeks. Thankfully…

"Come to my dressing room. Don't let others notice you." He whispered with a low voice, making his way to the room. You could only nod, too turned on to form a proper response. As the rest of the group began to scatter, you discreetly followed Mingi towards his dressing room. 

Once you two were inside and the door closed, Mingi immediately pulled you into his arms, crashing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. Their mouths moved together in a desperate, urgent dance as your bodies pressed tightly against each other. Mingi maneuvered them towards the plush sofa in the corner of the room, his lips never leaving yours as he deepened the kiss. 

You were sent sprawling onto the sofa with a soft thump, his form quickly following to loom over you, his knee slipping between your legs. Mingi let out a low growl as he drew back, his gaze smoldering with desire. He seized your hips, tugging you closer to the edge of the sofa, your back curving off the cushions, your hips elevated just as he desired. His fingers found their ways to the waistband of the panties, yanking them down with a quick motion and leaving you completely exposed. 

Without any warning, Mingi lifted your legs, hooking them with his arms to push your knees to your chest, positioning you for a mating press. 

"Wait…not right here. Someone might hear us…we can't–" 

"That's the thrill of it…the risk of getting caught. Don't tell me you're shy now…" He chuckled, cutting off your words. "Besides, I want you now, here. It's more important than any photo shoot." 

"You're my lovely toy, aren't you?" 

You couldn't protest as his lips found yours in a rough kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He shifted one of his legs between yours, his knee now resting against the sofa. With a gentle push, his thigh came into contact with your core. The heat emanated from you turned him on more, the pressure and friction sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

One hand traveled up your body, slipping under the thin crop top to knead and squeeze the softness. "This top…" he murmured. "It's been driving me insane all day. You could barely keep my eyes off you." 

You tried to speak, but his actions stole your words. Every touch, every kiss sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't suppress the soft moans spilling from your lips as he teased you, his touch growing bolder by the minute. 

With a rough move, he tugged down your top to make your breast pop up.  The cold air hit your hardened nipples, causing a soft whimper to leave our mouth. Moving his thigh in slow, deliberate, his lips trailed down to your chest, following the curve of your breast, his tongue swirling around a nipple. 

"So perfect…so good for me…You taste like heaven…" Mingi groaned, the sound barely above a whisper. "I could devour you for days until you beg me to stop." His hands roamed over your body, greedy and possessive, as if he was marking his territory, claiming you completely. As his lips latched onto your nipple, he rolled the other between his fingers, teasing and pinching it until it hardened even more. 

"M…Mingi…" your eyes closed as you shuddered under his touch, your body arching to meet him. A wave of pleasure coursed through you with each touch, each word.  "We need…to stop. Someone might hear us."

He looked up at you, eyes dark with hunger. "Who cares who hears us?" he said, his voice low and rough. "I want them to hear you. I want them to know that you're mine." 

He continued his ministrations, his mouth moving across your chest, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses in its wake. As he moved upward, he bit down on your neck, nibbling on the sensitive flesh. "I'm not stopping until I have had my fill of you."

"But...this is...too risky. What if - " your words got cut off as he pulled on your hair, forcing your head back, exposing your neck completely. With a swift motion, he had you pinned down, his body covering yours completely. 

"Quiet," he warned, his voice a low growl against your ear. "I told you, don't worry about it. We've done this a hundred times, and no one has ever noticed."

With a suddenness that took your breath away, he pulled back, his hands reaching down to his belt, quickly unbuckling it, and pushing his pants down only to knees. The hardened length popped out from the panties, a slight glimmer shining on the tip as the pre-cum wrapped around it. 

"This way you won't be able to distract the crew," he said, his words tinged with a smirk. "And I can have you all to myself." 

"We shouldn't do this…" You whispered, your eyes widened at his big, hard cock. You wanted it badly but the risk of being caught stopped you from letting go. "We can't." 

"Why not?" He smirked, slipping his arms underneath your inner knees, lifting them up till your calves were resting on his forearms. He stepped close, settling his big hands on each side of your inner thighs and positioning his member against your soaked hole. "We've done this before, haven't we? And you enjoyed it, didn't you? I remember the sounds you made when I took you the first time." 

"This is too reckless of us…"

"You love this just as much as I do." He scoffed with a smirk, his fingers squeezing the flesh of your inner thigh. "I can tell by the way you're reacting to me. You're so fucking wet, you know?" 

"Shut it." You panted, feeling heat rush through your cheeks. "I don't–" You were cut off, your words caught in a sharp gasp as he thrusted in harshly. You were totally powerless against him; you knew it, he knew it. 

"There we go," he murmured with a smirk. "No more protests from you. You've been begging for this all day, haven't you? Ever since you put this little outfit on…You've wanted me to take it off of you."

He kept his pace slow at first, trying to draw out the pleasure for you, but it was difficult when you were responding to him so wildly. Each time he rocked his hips, probing your depth with a strength caused the heat rushing through his body. 

"Oh…oh you're so good…" he growled, picking his pace to hit your spot dead on. "So tight around me…oh fuck…!" He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, causing another whine to spill from your lips. You were too sensitive; every hit, every touch,every rub…all messed your mind and pushed you over the edge. You two moved together in a frenzy of need, your bodies blending into one unit, the pleasure mounting higher and higher with each powerful thrust he drove into you.

"Mingi…I…" you let out a throaty moan, gripping the edge of the couch to steady yourself. "Please…I can't…it's too much…" 

"Too much? We've barely even started. Little thing. And you're acting like this is too much for you?" He chuckled, his thrust becoming more purposeful. "You can take so much more for me, y/n." 

You wanted to reply, to argue, but he didn't give you a chance. He picked up the pace, no longer holding back, his grip on your hips holding you in place as he took what he wanted, what you both wanted. 

His movements were fluid, animalistic, and perfectly in sync with your own body. Every push of his hips was met with a whimper, the sound slippering from your lips without you even realizing it. But then when you were snapped back to reality, and tried to bite down, to hold back the sounds, to be quieter so no one would possibly hear. But Mingi didn't like it, he needed you to moan, beg, whine until your throat dried.

He leaned forward to push you legs widen, allowing his cock to dive deeper and deeper. You gasped at the changing of position and the angle he pushed. "Mingi…" You begged. It was too much, he was too deep, the pleasure and excitement overwhelming. "Slow down…please.." But he didn't slow, he kept going as if losing his rationality already, his body taking what it wanted, what he needed. 

"No…you can take it," he groaned against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. "You always take it. You take anything I give you. And you'll take this too." He bit down gently, right where your pulse was, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make you gasp again. "You always do so well, y/n. You always take it all. You were made for me, made to take everything I give you. You're mine, and I'm yours. And everyone will know that, too."

"And when we're done," he muttered, his breath hot in your ear, his cock rubbing against your wall ruthlessly, "Everyone will know exactly who you belong to."

He moved with a growing intensity, his hands gripping you tightly as he thrusted into you harder and deeper. His breathing was ragged, his eyes fixated on your face, taking in every little reaction as he drove you closer and closer to completion. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, mixed with your moans and gasps as you both approached the pinnacle of ecstasy together. 

"Fuck…fuck…Mingi…please…ahh…"

"That's it, little one. Beg for me. Beg me to make you come . Say it, Moan it, Yell it. I don't care. I need you to say it. I need to hear you admit it." 

Those dirty, filthy words coming from his mouth made you ache more. It was like he knew exactly which buttons to push, exactly how to make you come undone. His voice was rough and commanding, leaving you without any choice but to comply. 

But you didn't want to fight it. You wanted him to take control, you wanted him to completely dominate you. 

"Please, Mingi," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper, "please make me come."

A low, guttural growl escaped from his throat as he heard your words. It was like a switch had flipped inside him, like he had been holding back all this time, restraining himself to prolong the experience. But now, with your words, he let go completely.

He slammed into you harder, his pace never faltering. His hands were roaming over your body, touching and caressing every inch of you. The couch creaked under the force of his movements, and anyone who would walk past the door would instantly suspect what was happening inside, but neither of you cared. 

With one hand firmly on your hip, he lifted your lower body up from the couch, angling himself even deeper inside of you. "Oh….fuuuuck…." you groaned, and he answered your sound with a guttural moan. 

He suddenly stopped, his body tensing, and a deep, guttural moan rumbling deep from within his chest. His body trembled, and his head fell forward, his forehead touching against yours, as he came undone.

"Oh...my...God..." he panted, his breath ragged, his eyes darkened with intense pleasure. He looked at you, a wide smile on his face, and he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a passionate, tender kiss. 

He parted from your lips as he pulled out of you, still hovered over your body. "We're definitely going to get scolded for this." 

"It was worth it though," you chuckled. "I wouldn't change a thing." 

"Me neither." He chuckled softly in return, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. "It seems the resting time ends. Gotta work now."

"Gotta make that money, make purse?" You joked, earning a smile from him. "But we probably should get dressed and find the others before they come looking for us." 

He reluctantly let go of you, sitting up and starting to put his clothes back on. You watched him, still feeling a little dazed, but a small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.

Once he was dressed, he knelt down in front of you, a smug expression on his face. "Need a hand?" he asked, his eyes roaming over your still half-undressed body.

You blushed at his gaze, but nodded. "Yes, please."

He chuckled, and helped you sit up, and then pulled your top back down over your chest, carefully adjusting your skirt, and making sure you were looking presentable again. "There we go," he said with a satisfied smile. "Looking perfect again."

He helped you to your feet, and you stumbled a bit, your legs still feeling a little wobbly. He caught you, pulling you against his chest, a smirk playing on his lips. "Careful there," he said mockingly. "You look a bit weak."

You shoved him playfully, rolling your eyes. "Stop it," you said, but you couldn't help the smile on you. "It's your fault, you know."

"Hey, I'm just being honest,"He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Besides, I think you quite enjoyed it." He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he added in a low, seductive whisper, "Didn't you?"

"Maybe," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, "Maybe a little too much."

"Oh? Is it?" He sneered, playing with your hair with his fingers. "I wonder which member do you like to fuck you the most? Me? Jongho? Or yunho?"

"How… you–??"

"Yunho shared that video with us…You moaned so loud undernder him…and he's so possessed over you. I wonder what if he sees your cunt is dripping off my cum? What would he do?" 

"You…you watched it..?!"You froze, your mind racing as his words sunk in. "He shared... the video?" you said in disbelief. "he shared it with all of you?"

Mingi reached out, tugging softly on your hair, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Yes, he did." Mingi's voice was low, and his gaze was intense. "We all watched it together."

Before you could speak, the staff's calling cut you off. "Mingi, are you here? With Y/n?"

"Oh yah, we are." Despite the casual tone he used, you could see a hint of annoyance flicker across his face, no doubt not pleased with the interruption. "We'll be right out!" 

"We're not done yet, little one." He gave you one last look, a warning in his eyes, before turning to the door. "We'll have more fun in the dorm." 

(a/n: here is what Yunho /Jongho did)

Yunho: Dance Practice

Jongho: Want you so bad

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi, @sunnysidesins

[reiderwriter]

Everyone Looks Better in a Sundress pt. 2

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: After a hot encounter in your car, Spencer pulls you inside your apartment hoping to give you some more relief from the heat.

Genre: Smut, with very little plot and some fluff as an appetiser. MINORS DNI

Warnings: Dom!Spencer, sub!Reader, soft Dom, oral (M receiving), pet names, degradation, face fucking, messy sex, creampie, breeding kink (contraception mentioned), also they have sex literally against the readers front door but I don't know how I'm supposed to add a warning for that...

Word Count: 2.4K

Here's Part 1 and my Masterlist!

A/N: Welcome back! I have a week off from work and no plans for at least four days, so I'm going to be writing a lot this week, so if anyone wants to be added to a taglist pls reply and let me know! My requests are open, too. For now this mini-series is complete, but I might write a third part at some point with the shower scene. Let me know what you think!

The small moment of silence after feeling yourself die a small death in Spencer’s hands is possibly the clearest your mind has been all week. You felt the fatigue melt away from your body as you relaxed into the car seat, knowing that the man who had once again taken to tracing his fingers in small shapes on your thigh, was absolutely going to take care of you.

As he pulled up to your apartment, however, your mind started working all over again, and you cleared your throat ready to start possibly one of the most awkward conversations you’d ever have in your life.

“Thank you for dropping me off.” You opened, not really sure where you were going, but praying that the car stopping didn’t signal whatever this was between you and your coworker stopping as well.

“Y/N, it’s your car. I didn’t drop you off, I practically commandeered you.” He smiled at you now, with that soft, tender smile you’d so often wished to have directed at you and only you.

“So,” you start, your hesitation shaking your voice slightly, “were you serious about joining me in that shower? Because that is absolutely something I need right now, by the way.” You almost curse yourself for how much your vomiting out the words, but the smile never leaves Reid’s eyes as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“You need the shower or you need me to join you?”

“You know, before today, I’d never have pegged you as such a fucking tease.”

“And I wouldn’t have pegged you as someone who begged your coworker to finger-fuck you in the office on full display for your friends to watch, but I guess were both learning a lot about each other today, right?”

“I did not beg.” You stared at him indignantly, finally unbuckling your seatbelt and rearranging your dress and panties so that the walk to your apartment would’nt be too uncomfortable.

Jumping out of the driver side, Spencer quickly joined you at your door as you stepped out of the car, closing the door and pushing you up against it, his hands firmly holding your waist now as he pressed his forehead against yours.

The moment was so intimate you almost forgot how to breathe, but the giggle that jumped from your stomach forced air into your lungs just as his lips curled up into a more playful smile as he responded to you.

“You didn’t beg with your words,” he emphesised the end of his sentence with an innocent kiss to your cheek, pausing to add “but we work as profilers.” Another kiss, this time to your other cheek. “And I’m very good at my job.” This time he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

It was so totally unlike the desperate kisses you shared in the elevator that you were thrown off your guard for a minute and would’ve absolutely lost your balance had he not been there holding you up against your car. Where his earlier kisses had been hot, purposeful and full of need, these were almost deliriously slow. You felt him smiling into the kiss as his hand moved up to cup the back of your head, pushing you further into his embrace as you gave each other everything you had.

When you finally pulled back, gasping for air but grinning like fools, he quickly pecked you on the lips again before slipping his hand into yours and pulling you along into your own home. He unlocked your door, threw down the keys and immediately had you pushed up against it, his hands back in your hair as his mouth made its way along your neck, as if he didn’t want to leave any spot untasted, undiscovered.

“Spencer,” you moaned into his embrace, but he did not relent, finding a specifically sensitive spot at the nape of your neck and devoting all of his worldly attention to it.

“Spencer, do you remember when we met?” You breathed out, needing to force the thought out before you lost the chance. He hummed a quick affirmation against your neck, but didn’t pull away, like a child reluctant to part from their favorite toy.

“Spencer, please,” you laughed and finally managed to force him to look into your eyes, your bodies still pushed together at the hips, as if the physical contact was tethering him to the moment.

“Yes, Y/N, I remember. I remember everything, that’s my thing. Now can we continue this, please.” He dropped another kiss to your lips and lingered there for a moment too long as if to punctuate his thought.

Rolling your eyes, you continued. “I tried to shake your hand, and you gave me that speech that you give to everybody about germs and bacteria and whatever and then you said it’d be safer to kiss.”

“What’s your point, princess?”

“The point is that the very second it came out of your mouth, I wanted you to do it. Kiss me, I mean. I wanted you to do this, to pin me against a wall and make my heartbeat ten times faster than it already does, and, yes before you say anything, I know that would be incredibly dangerous for my health, but you are Spencer. You are the most dangerous thing that has happened to me, and I love you so fucking much.”

He didn’t pull away, but he didn’t resume your activities either. You just stood there together in companionable silence, breathing each other in. As if breaking himself out of a daze, he finally dragged one finger down your cheek, taking all of you in before replying.

“I love you. And I’m not good with words or talking so I need you to let me show you that I love you. Can you do that, Princess?” You eagerly nod, your hips rolling forward unconsciously, as if your body suddenly remembered what the two of you were there to do.

He pulls your leg into him, letting the entirety of his body push up against you, as you feel the physical manifestation of his desire for you for the first time. He returns to your neck again, but pushes your leg up higher, so he can nestle as deep between you as he can get. You let your hands trail down his body, making quick work at the buttons of that tantilising shirt, and when he comes up for breath, you don’t allow him a moment to move back in before you’re on his neck.

The sweat sticking to his skin tastes salty as you kiss and lick your way from his jaw to his collar bone, pushing his shirt down his back so you can go further down. His throaty moans are the only sounds filling the room as he rocks his hips into your thighs, desperate for friction of any kind.

Although he’s reluctant to let you go, he’s almost relieved when you finally drop to your knees and make short work of his belt, still no further into yout apartment than your welcome mat.

“God, I’m so glad I get to keep this memory of you on your knees for me forever, Princess.” He smooths your now messy hair away from your face as you pull the tops of his pants down just enough to reach into his underwear, too eager to worry about fully derobing him. When his cock finally springs out of his pants, you’re hands are on it immediately. You press small kisses on the tip and sides, your hands moving down to his base as you work your way up to kitten licks, teasing the man slowly.

“Such a little whore for me.” You know from the change in pet names and the tightened grip on your hair that he’s growing impatient, and so you finally take him into your mouth, slowly, making sure to breath through your nose as he moves closer and closer to hitting the back of your throat.

When you get as much of him inside your mouth as you’re able, you start slowly bobbing your mouth up and down, one hand on his thigh maintaining your balance, and the other making sure the rest of his impressive length doesn’t feel neglected.

“Fuck, yes, Just like that baby. You’re doing such a great job,” he moans, but he’s getting impatient again, and you pull off his cock quickly, sticking out your tongue and giving him the permission to use you the way he needs.

“Such a good girl for me,” he says, pulling your hair into place with one hand, whilst the other pumps the base of his cock and pushes it back into your mouth, ready for him to use you like the little slut he knows you are.

“Just breath through it, Princess, you’re doing so well for me.” He starts thrusting into your throat, slowly at first, but quickly building speed like a man deranged, whose only hope at solace is spilling himself into the back of your throat. You do your best to keep your jaw relaxed, and honestly he’s impressed by how long you last, but when you finally start gagging, he’s seeing stars and his groans are having a notable effect on you.

You’re soaking now, so desperate for friction and contact you briefly consider pulling his leg into you and grinding yourself against his shoe, desperate for another release. You know he’s getting closer to his own, when he loosens his hold on your hair and let’s it fall down again, his hands pushing against your front door again as he braces himself.

“God, Princess, look at what you do to me,” he moans as he finally pulls you off of him, your face covered with a mix of your saliva and his pre-cum, a whole lot of which is still trailing between your lips and his cock as you look up at him from beneath hooded eyes.

“Spencer, please,” you shudder and try to catch your breath, as he hits the head of his cock gently against the side of your face, marking you again in the places his lips touched you earlier.

“Please what, Princess? You have to use your words.”

You catch your breath again as his tip traces your bottom lip, gathering some more of your mess.

“Please fuck me, Spencer.” It comes out as a whimper, and he’d almost feel bad if he weren’t so fucking turned on right now, looking down at your innocent face, slick with saliva from choking on his dick. He pulls you up quickly, grabbing at your hips, pulling the bottom of your dress over your ass and ridding you of your panties in one movement.

“So fucking wet for me, my special baby.” He whispers tenderly, pushing your upper body into the door and pressing a small kiss just behind your ear.

He presses himself against your slit, teasing your senstive spots by stroking up and down the length of your pussy until you're dizzy with need and shaking in anticipation. Just as you’re about to scream in frustration and push back on him yourself, he thrusts himself entirely into you, and you are once again breathless.

Your mind goes blank as he pushes into you, gaining a steady rhythm as he whispers praise into your ear.

“You’re taking me so well baby, so fucking good, like you were made just for me.” You feel yourself clench around him as his breath tickles your still sensitive neck, and each time you do you're rewarded with the sweet tones of his groans in your ears.

His hands find their way down to your clit as you beg him for more, unable to form words, but the pants and whimpers you’re letting out supplying him with enough to know that you’re close to the end of your tether.

“Where do you want me, baby?” He asks, his strokes getting slower and somehow even deeper as he does his best to prolong your shared bliss.

“Don’t pull out,” you groan without even thinking. You don’t want to let him go but in this position you cant wrap your legs around him and hold him close so you have to muster up the strength to tell him what you need.

“Oh fuck baby, you want me to fucking cum inside you? Want me to breed you like the little fucking whore you are? Every word drove you crazy, the weight of his body pushing you against the door providing delicious pressure as he drove into you.

“You want everyone to see how good I fuck you? Show everyone how much you like having my cum inside you?” The wet slaps of your skin colliding with each thrust fill the room as your mouth fails to form a reply, your orgasm hitting you as soon as the word inside forms on his tongue.

You shudder around him as your eyes roll back in your head, his fingers on your clit rocking you through it as he keeps up his pace.

“Fuck, that’s it baby girl. Gonna fill you up now, gonna keep you filled from now on,” he moans, and with a final snap of his hips he’s buried inside of you letting his cum flow directly into your unprotected pussy.

You stay like that for a two minutes, panting and gasping for breath, your dress completely stuck to your body, and his pants still stuck around his ankles.

When you both finally catch your breath, he pulls out of you and turns you around, pulling you in for another tender kiss and just holding you for another minute before pulling you further into the apartment.

“Just so you know,” you eventually manage to push out. “I’m on the pill.”

“I know. I saw the pills when we shared that hotel room on the Denver case a few months back. It was still fucking hot though.”

You shared a laugh, almost embarrassed by how much the two of you had wanted each other. You make a bee-line for the bedroom, almost desperate for sleep after your vigorous activities, but Spencer paused as you passed the bathroom.

“You know,” he laughs exhaustedly, “we never did make it to the shower.”

“In due time, Doctor. In due time.”

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🏷️ @spenciesprincess

[heavenlyspence]

In the Stacks | Spencer Reid

summary: You and Spencer meet at the library to search for books together. Will a brief touch between you two change your friendship?

contents/tw: season 4 spencer reid x fem!bau reader; library, mentions of books, oc librarian named Mandy; you’re short sorry; mention of physics and psychology; brief touching; hands; fluff: brief mention of the statistics of death from falling

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is part 2 of my new series! Here is part 1 if you’re looking for it: Meeting of the Nerds.

After your initial elevator meeting with Spencer Reid, the two of you spent the next two weeks messaging and calling each other almost every day. It started with Spencer calling you to ask a question about the case he had been working on. Truthfully, he already knew the answer. But it had been a few hours since you two first met, and he wanted to talk with you. He created a random question to ask you, which you happily answered as it gave you an excuse to talk with him some more.

The next day, you purposely looked for a reason to text him and what would be a better way than asking him about a book! You had been reading the book, 'The Delusions Of Crowds: Why People Go Mad in Groups' by William J. Bernstein and you texted him to get his opinion on it. He responded with a lengthy paragraph detailing his thoughts and feelings about the analytical perspective presented in the book. That led the two of you to begin texting every day about different nonfiction books.

Now it’s been two weeks, and you guys have decided to hang out. Initially, you were going to hang out a few days ago, but Spencer’s team received a case, and he had to fly to Arizona, so you rescheduled it for well…now.

It’s early morning on a Saturday, and you and Spencer both have the day off. You decided to meet up at the local library so you guys can pick out some books together. You walk into the silent library as you carefully observe the nearby displays created by the staff. They do this every month for holidays or for national awareness months, and you’ve grown accustomed to their kind-hearted displays. The library was completely empty except for the librarians who flash warm smiles at you as you walk past them.

“It’s nice to see you again!” An older brunette woman says while tri-folding brochures at the counter. 

You glance over to see her familiar face, “Mandy! It’s nice to see you too!” After you first moved here almost a year ago, you came to the library every day before going to the FBI for training. You were so shy that you barely spoke a word when you were at the library so Mandy,  who has been working at the library since 1992, talked to you more & more until you finally felt more comfortable. You two became so close that she even tried to set you up on a blind date with another one of her patrons a few months ago, but you turned the offer down due to your nerves.

“Sorry I haven’t been here much, Mandy. Work has been super busy.” You say as you walk over to the counter.

She stops folding the brochures as she looks up at you, “It’s alright dear you’re here now! Is there anything I can help you find?” 

“I’m actually looking for someone. Have you se-” You’re interrupted by a loud noise coming from the front of the building.

The sound of rustling leaves and the howl of wind flies through the building as the front door swings open. You glance over to see Spencer walking in while adjusting his brown jacket that got crinkled in the wind. He runs his hand through his hair to try and tame the wind-swept mess, not knowing that you're watching him. 

“Oh, there he is.” You awkwardly tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear, feeling self-conscious that the wind messed your hair up as well.

“Is this an early morning date?” Mandy whispers to you as she goes back to tri-folding.

“No, no. He’s just my coworker. We’re…hanging out.” You whisper while Spencer walks closer to you.

“Hi Mandy!” Spencer smiles as he approaches the counter.

Mandy flashes a smile at him, “Hi sweetheart. I see you’ve met my lovely patron.” She gestures at you.

You look at both of them with a perplexed expression, “You two know each other?”

Spencer nods, “I’ve read almost every book in this library, and it’s Mandy who’s been keeping the shelves filled with new material for me to read.” He stands close to you, the smell of coffee and fresh-linen dancing off of him.

Mandy laughs, “He’s the reason we had to purchase so many quantum physics books. We get them and he reads them just like that-” She snaps her fingers.

Spencer looks over at you, “How do you two know each other?”

You point at Mandy, “She’s the reason why I maintained my sanity when I was doing my training for work.”

Mandy finishes tri-folding the brochures and she begins to hand one to each of you, “You two would’ve been married by now if you let me set you up on that blind date a few months ago.” You each grab the brochure stunned by her comment.

“What?” You two say in shock.

Mandy places the rest of the brochures on the stand next to Spencer, “Well, I thought you two would make a good couple. So I tried setting you up on a date but you both declined my offer. Now look at you two.” She looks them up and down with a smirk.

“We’re not a-” Spencer gets cut off.

“I know. But at least you two are friends.” Mandy looks over at another person walking into the library, “Now I have to get back to work. But let me know if you two need anything.” She walks over and greets the new patron, leaving Spencer and yourself confused.

“Well…” You awkwardly look at Spencer, “Wanna look for some books?” 

He clears his throat, “Yeah. Here, I made this.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, “It’s a list of books that I think you’d be interested in.”

You carefully take the piece of paper from his hand so as to not accidentally touch his hand again, “Thanks!” You pull out your phone from your pocket, “I made you a list of books too, but you’ve probably read all of them.” He chuckles lightly as you go to your notes app and find the list you made, “Here it is!” You hand him your phone, and he reads through your surprising list.

“I actually haven’t read three of these books yet. So I’ll get those if they have them here.” He hands you back your phone and you put it into your pocket as you two begin walking towards the stacks.

You two spend over an hour and ½ looking at books together. Some of them are on the lists, and others just look intriguing, so you take the time to read the blurbs on the back covers. Occasionally, you catch yourself staring at Spencer when his hands move across the book pages, when he’s able to quickly read the titles on the shelf, or when a piece of his hair falls across his face and he casually puts it back. But you never seem to catch him when he’s watching a smile form on your face as you read an interesting blurb or when he can’t help but smile as you scrunch your face when thinking about something. 

Finally, you two are left with one book to look for, and you can’t seem to find it. Spencer goes to ask Mandy where it’s located while you stay and continue to look in the nonfiction section. You read through the shelves meticulously in hopes of finding the book title you’re searching for. After a minute or two of Spencer being gone, you take a step back and notice the title of the book you’re looking for sitting on the highest shelf.

You go over to the nearby step stool and drag it over to where you need it. You carefully press the four books in your arm against your chest as you stand on top of the stool. Your free hand reaches for the book but it’s tightly wedged in place- probably because it’s been sitting there for several years now since most people aren’t regularly checking out a 600 page book about physics and psychology…

You stand on your tiptoes to get a better grip of the book, but as you go to pull it out, you start to lose your balance. Footsteps quicken behind you, and suddenly, two hands rest upon your waist, holding you steady.

“Did you find the book?” Spencer says as he peers around you to see what you’re holding.

You turn your head to meet his eyes, “Ye-yep and nearly killed myself in the process.” 

He smirks at your joke, “Statistically, there are only 300 deaths per year that are caused by falling off of ladders. But those are usually much taller than this stool, so I think it would be okay if you fell.” He removes one of his hands from your waist and holds it out for you, “Here, let me help you down.”

You take his hand and slowly step back onto the floor, “Thank you.” As you step down, his hand gradually falls from your waist, and you begin to miss the feeling of it.

He continues to hold your hand while looking in your eyes, “Well, now that we’ve gotten all of our books, I was wondering if you wanted to create a mini book club that’s just us.” 

You look at his hand holding onto yours and then back at his eyes, “A book club?” 

He lets go of your hand and begins to speak faster out of embarrassment, “Yeah, we don’t have to read the same books! We could read different books and then discuss with each other about what we’ve read.” He looks down at the ground worrying if he overstepped.

“I’d love that! It sounds like a lot of fun!” You hold up the 600-page book you just grabbed, “But you read a lot faster than I do; like this 600-page book is probably gonna take me a week to finish.” 

A huge smile forms on his face as he looks back at you, “That’s fine! We can meet up once a week and I’ll talk about all the books I’ve read.”

“While I just tell you about the singular one I’ve read.” You laugh slightly at the idea of him excitedly rambling on about multiple books while you explain why you love or hate one book.

The two of you walk to the checkout counter while planning to meet up next week at a local cafe to talk about your books. You two talk nonstop at the counter as Mandy checks your books out. Neither of you notice Mandy’s knowing smile as she watches your relationship change right in front of her eyes. You two walked in as friends, but you're leaving as something more…

[russo-woso]

Muscles | Lucy Bronze

Warning smut 18+, dom!Lucy, sub!reader, fingering, ab-riding, cunnilingus

Summary You get distracted by Lucy’s muscles in the gym

You hated gym days. With a passion.

It wasn’t that you hated the exercise, it was the fact that Lucy would show off her muscles and you couldn’t do anything.

Since you started dating Lucy them three years ago, you shared the facet you loved her muscles.

So when in the gym, lucy would wear a short sleeved shirt, the sleeves rolled up on her arms, showing her biceps and would constantly wipe her face with her shirt, showing off her abs.

Everyone knew it was to wind you up, it was a well known fact around the team.

You were stretching with Niamh whilst Lucy was doing weights.

You and Niamh were deep in conversation but as Lucy lifted her shirt for the first time that day, you couldn’t help but stare at her abs.

You’d seen them plenty of times before, but every time you saw them, you were amazed.

“Y/N? Did you hear me? Or are you too busy staring at Lucy?” Niamh teased you, knowing she’d caught you out.

“She does it on purpose.” You whined as you clearly saw Lucy smirking at your reaction.

“Just ignore her.” Niamh shrugged, not knowing just how hard it is for you to ignore it.

“You don’t understand, Niamh. She does it on purpose knowing that we can’t exactly do anything on camp.” You admitted, Niamh’s eyes widening as the realisation hit.

“Ohh. Thats why it’s so hard for you. You’re a naughty girl, Y/N.” Niamh teased you, purposefully trying to wind you up.

“Go away, Niamh.” You complained and walked away from her, leaving Niamh in a fit of laughter.

“Luce, please stop it.” You begged as you approached Lucy.

“Stop what, darling?” She asked, trying to act all innocent.

“You know what. It’s unfair.” You continued to complain as you rested your head on her shoulder, your whole body just wanting her touch. “I need you, Luce, and you can’t do anything so please stop it.”

“Who said we can’t do anything?” Lucy mumbled into your ear, a smirk appearing on her face.

“It’s obvious why we can’t.” You replied, looking around at all your teammates.

“Our rooms on the very top floor, everyone’s down here. If we slip out now, no one will know we’ve gone.” Lucy explained and took a hold of your hand, beginning to walk you both out of the gym.

“Luce, are you sure no one will know?” You asked her, escaping the smell of sweat and your teammates in the gym.

“I promise, babe. No one will know.” Lucy responded, pushing you to the wall and placing her lips on yours. “Jump.” You obeyed, jumping and placing your legs round her waist as she carried you towards the elevator.

“We can do this but you have to be quiet. I know everyone is downstairs but just in case someone walks by.” Lucy said, out of breath, as the elevator door closed.

“I’ll be quiet.” You agreed before connecting your lips with hers.

You moaned into the kiss as Lucy bit down on your bottom lip, entering her tongue.

The door opened and fortunately, no one was there waiting.

Lucy expertly made her way to your room without looking and disconnecting your lips.

Your breaths were heavy as Lucy searched for the key card, quickly finding it before walking into the room.

“Luce, please.” You begged for her to hurry up, desperate for her to do something, anything.

“Patience, babe.”

Lucy pushed you onto the bed, her climbing on top of you before leaning down to attack your neck.

You moaned as you watched her muscles harden.

Reaching out to wrap a hand around her biceps, Lucy reached for the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head.

Lucy groaned as you squeezed her bicep, the feeling of your hand on her muscles sending pleasure through her body.

She reached for your back, unclipping your bra with one hand and it fell of you.

At the same time, you reached for the bottom of Lucy’s shirt, pulling it off her to reveal her toned abs.

Lucy made her way to your breasts, your nipples hardening as Lucy’s tongue swiped over them.

Her name fell from your mouth as a whimper, desperate for her to hurry up.

Lucy left marks all down your body as she took your shorts and underwear off.

“My pretty girl.” Lucy mumbled as she planted a kiss on the inside of your thighs. “Remember, you have to be quite okay. I know it’s going to be hard but you can do it.”

You nodded your head in response, unable to form a sentence. The only thing on your mind was the thought of pleasure running through your body.

You let out a scream of pleasure, quickly wrapping your hand over your mouth, as Lucy made contact with your core.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Keep quiet, okay?” Lucy mumbled into your pussy, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through every part of your body.

Your moans were muffled as Lucy continued to eat you out.

Lucy was an expert when it came to eating you out.

Her tongue knew exactly where to go, she knew exactly how much pressure you needed in order to cum.

As Lucy’s mouth wrapped around your clit, gently sucking on it, you let a cry, desperately wanting her to know how she was making you feel.

“Luce, I’m close. ‘m gonna cum, baby.” You managed to get out, your body starting to shake with pleasure.

“Be a good girl and make a mess for me.” Lucy murmured, before adding extra pressure on your clit to make you tumble over the edge.

With a small cry of Lucy’s name, you let go, coming all over Lucy’s face.

“Good girl.” Lucy praised, coming face to face with you and leaning down to kiss you.

You moaned into the kiss, tasting your self on her lips and tongue.

Somehow, without separating your lips, Lucy flipped you both so you were now straddling her legs.

Your hands made their way to her abs, outlining them as they tensed up.

“You love them, don’t you?” Lucy smirked, her hands landing on the back of yours.

You nodded, openly sharing the fact you did.

“Good, cause I want you to ride them.” Lucy revealed, and leant back in the pillows.

You nodded, obeying Lucy’s command, placing yourself on top of her abdomen.

Lucy rested her hands on either side of your waist, squeezing them as she helped you begin.

You started rocking your hips gently, your arousal spreading all over her abs making it easy for you to slide over them.

Your clit rubbed perfectly against her abs.

You threw your head back in pleasure and Lucy took that as an advantage to wrap her hand around your neck.

Her other hand tightened on your waist, increasing the speed of your movements.

“You’re doing so good for me, love.” She praised as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

Lucy felt it too, she could feel your pussy clench as you continued to ride on her abs.

She let go of your neck and placed her hand back on its original spot on your hip, lifting you up from her abs.

“Luce, no! I was so close.” You whined, your breath uneven and erratic.

“I know, babe, but I’m going to make you feel better. I promise.” Lucy said, and you nodded your head, just wanting to feel pleasured.

Lucy flipped you so you were below her.

Her arms tensed up as she used it to support it.

Her fingers traced down the side of your body before they made their way to your pussy.

She entered one finger, kissing you as she inhaled the moans that left your mouth.

Your head was thrown all the way back as soon as she entered a second.

“You’re such a good girl. Taking my fingers.”

Lucy’s thrusts became quicker and harder as she made it her mission to throw you off the edge.

“Luce… I…” You tried to get out but failed.

“I can feel, love. Go on. Cum.” She commanded and with that, your whole body trembled, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Fuck, Luce. That was incredible.” You told her, out of breath, as she rested her head on your chest.

“You’re incredible, baby.” She said, and a smile arose on both got our faces.

“Dinners ready! But from the sounds of it, I think Lucy’s already had her dinner.” You heard Millie shout from behind the door and the laughs of Millie and Rachel filled the corridor.

“Shit.” You said as you looked down at Lucy.

“Shit indeed.”

[iheartmapi]

A fluffy surprise

Mapi Leon x reader

Summary: After finishing work you want to enjoy some fresh air before coming home, while on a walk you notice a poor stray kitten, you take it in but how will Mapi react?

Fluff.

TW: kitten in a bad situation, mentions of death (very brief ones tho),

Word summary: 1,565

At last, your shift was approaching its end, you stared tiredly at your computers screen, yawning you finally turned it off. It was time for you to get back home, you were dreaming of a warm bath to ease the tension in your muscles and bones from sitting at your desk all day.

As you stood up from your seat you stretched awkwardly, hearing a couple of crunches here and there, your eyes scanned over your almost empty desk, it was kind of a sad sight to be honest..save for the framed picture of you and your girlfriend together, Mapi was looking at the camera whilst you kissed her cheek affectionately, you smiled at the photo before taking your bag along with your employee ID.

You made your way to the elevator, going down onto the ground floor, at the bottom you said goodbye to a couple of work colleagues before finally leaving.

Mapi would be still busy at this point at time..you hadn’t got much to do at home all alone, so you decided to visit your beloved cafe, some time has passed since the last time you went there, after all you were busy with your work as well as Mapi with hers.

You walked down the lively streets, the chatter of cars and reinventions in the distance ringing in your ears..with purpose you neared the desired street, a couple of shops down you could see the shield of your cafe already.

Finally you grasped the cafe’s glass doors handel and came inside, looking around the comfy and boho-inspired cafe memories of your time spent here alone, outings with friends and dates with Mapi came back to you, you smiled as you reminisced, making your way over to the counter with a smile on your face, there clearly weren’t a lot of clients today so the barista came up to take your order immediately. During your walk here you had decided on getting yourself a take out Latte.

After a very short period of waiting you got handed your hot cup.

As you stood in front of the cafe’s entrance again you looked down at the forest green disposable cup in your hand, your name written with a black sharpie and an extra heart next to it clear on it.

What better way to drink it than whilst on a walk at the picturesque park close to the cafe? And so, in a not hurried manner you strolled towards the park.

Your eyes moved along the greenery around you, for a change you were now surrounded with the sounds of birds singing and leaves rustling, it was very different from the city’s music filled with drunken shouting and cars honking.

You approached a tiny garden space in the middle filled with beautiful and vibrant-coloured flowers, you read the confusing labels they had next to them..sadly you did not understand the Latin terminology at all, but well, you enjoyed them anyway…then you were sure you heard something a bit weird, like a quiet weep? You turned away from the flowers, perhaps someone’s kid just fell from their bike or something..but there were practically no people around, as you were then sure that you probably just mistook something it was heard again, this time more clearly.

It wasn’t a kid weeping, it rather sounded like an animal, a cat to be precise, it was very high pitched though…so a kitten then.

You took a couple of steps towards where you think the sounds were coming from…and there it was, your eyes widened, but the surprise quickly turned into a look of pure sadness at what you saw. A little kitten was barely holding itself up, your heart broke into little pieces, what happend to this poor thing? It was skinny, dirty and disheveled, looking like a painting of pure melancholy and pain.

You crouched down carefully, not wanting to scare the kitten away, though by one glance you were sure the little animal didn’t even have enough strength to run away from you, so you slowly inched towards it…

You managed to take hold of the kitten, holding it with extreme precision, you didn’t want to put it in any more pain, the kitty was so poor, it’s big eyes glassy, it’s thinness telling you how starved it must be.

You stood back up, kitten cradled in your arms.

“You poor thing…” you murmured to yourself, the kitten only mewed in response.

So here you were now. Back at your flat, your main concern was getting the kitty back in a healthy shape. The first thing on your list was washing it, it must’ve gone through hell trying to survive in the city, that’s the story it’s dirty fur told you. So you got some lukewarm water in your sink (not too much) a soft sponge and shampoo which’s ingredient list proved to be safe for the animal…you gently washed it’s fur, later carefully drying it…you were a bit stressed about literally everything, the last thing you wanted was to hurt the poor pet.

Then the next obvious step was feeding it, you brought it into the kitchen, giving it some canned cat food (you and Mapi already had a cat so that’s why you had it in the first place) surely the kitty ate it with vigour, you couldn’t blame it, if you were starving you’d eat everything that got into your hands first as fast as you could to quench the cruel hunger…

You made sure to take care of the kitten, doing everything with precise and carefulness. After it ate and drank it feel asleep in your lap, you sat still like a marble statue, assuring it to get its much needed sleep.

Now came the hard part…what would Mapi think? You literally just took some random kitten off the street to help it..and besides you already had a cat, sure maybe cats weren’t human children but they still were a responsibility for the two of you. But what were you supposed to do? You couldn’t just leave it to surely die on the streets sooner or later. You couldn’t save every poor cat but at least you could help this one out..

An hour later…you heard the front door lock turning, yep, it was Mapi…and time to explain the situation to your girlfriend.

“I’m back!” You heard Mapi yell from the hallway. “Uh…Hey love, can you come here?” You couldn’t get up to greet her, the kitten was still asleep in your lap. Then you heard the sound of footsteps getting closer to the living room, Mapi appeared in the doorframe “What’s up, nena?” Mapi asked as she threw her bag from training onto the floor, “Um, I actually don’t really know how to tell you this-“ you started, stumbling over your words, your girlfriend came closer to the armchair you were sitting on, confusion appeared on her features, after a while she spoke up “Did something happen, Y/n?” She raised an eyebrow, you wanted to find words to explain but you just sighed and pointed down onto your lap.

This confused Mapi even more but sure enough she saw the tiny animal sleeping on your lap. She didn’t say anything for a good while neither did you.

“Y/n?”

“Listen Mapi I was in the park and I just saw it- you don’t even know how starved and dirty it was before!” You had to explain it to her somehow, she didn’t look mad but clearly a bit confused and mixed. “I..I guess I understand but I don’t know Y/n…we already have a cat, you know how it is” she answered, like a calm parent trying to explain to their child why they couldn’t just keep a stray dog or random frog they found.

You were about to say something back but then felt something stirring on your lap, it was the kitten, stretching its small limbs..it seemed as though it was waking up finally.

As Mapi saw that you had focused on something else she looked down at the kitty as well.

The small animal started meowing at you, it seemed although it has gained some strength thanks to you. You delicately cradled it in your arms, standing up and movie closer to your girlfriend.

“Listen Mapi I don’t want to sound like some annoying kid- but look at it!” You refuted, she looked at the kitty, she seemed to be debating something inside her head now.

“Y/n…oh I just don’t know” she faltered, bringing her pointer finger towards the kitten, it curiously wrapped its tiny paws around it, licking her digit. Mapi chuckled.

“Yeah it’s pretty cute, can’t lie” you smiled observing the interaction “I knew you’d warm up to her, come on I’m sure our cat won’t mind a new sibling…this little one would’ve died out there I’m sure” you kept on begging her.

Mapi looked back up at you, after a moment she sighed and answered. “Fine…we can keep her..or him…” she said.

“Are you ready though?” Mapi started petting the kitten cautiously “It’s a kitten..a baby, it’ll be even more work”

“I’m sure my supervisor will grant me some maternal leave” you joked

Mapi chuckled “that was a good one…you know I’m used to me being the one begging you for things like a child most of the time” she added

“There’s always time for changes”

[bambikisss]

Protection :: C.San

☀Inspiration: Descendants of the Sun

Pairings: military!San x doctor!reader

📙: You were one of the better doctors in your unit, which often brought your praise and admirers. However, when the military requests for more doctors to be flown out to their base, you were the hospital's first pick. While you're helping people, you meet the base's top solider: Choi San, leader of team ATEEZ.

⚠: This is strictly for entertainment purposes, so there will be inaccurate descriptions of both the military and medical terms. Mentions of violence, use of gun and knives in battle.

💕: Unprotected sex (wrap it up always), Buff Choi San, multiple rounds, mutual masturbation, biting, slight pain kink (san), car sex, shower sex, breeding kink (san)

Bambi's notes: Hello loves! Here is the fic! So, a small little fact is that this is basically San brain rot / smut with some plot. I've fallen back into my ending sucking era, but I liked it and I hope you do too.

🎶: Mamacita - Chase Atlantic, Dangerous Woman - Arianna Grande, Outlaw - ATEEZ, Bouncy - ATEEZ

TAGS: @princessniquane @stolasisyourparent @fullmindlady

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@sannie-pudding @brown88 @shahruladhwaloml @atinytinaa

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"Doctor L/N? There is someone asking for you in room 322. They don't want to see anyone else but you."

Ah, the top of the medical mountain: you got to take care of the top clients because you were one of the best doctors in the hospital.

You nodded before making your way to the elevator, your shoes squeaking softly against the pristine hospital floors. You had been at this hospital for almost three years and you still were amazed by how clean the janitors got the floors.

You sighed as the elevator doors closed in front of you, your back meeting the cold wall as the numbers slowly rose to take you to the 3rd floor. You chose to enjoy the moment of silence before going back into the loud hustle and bustle that was the hospital.

You had spent years trying to get to this point: the hours of studying, all the tests you had to take- all led you to this life you now lived. While you enjoyed helping people and the rise in pay, you also mourned the death of your social life. So many nights you wanted to spend with your friends, but were all spent in the hospital. It didn't help your dating life either, as you refused to date anyone who worked at the hospital with you to avoid any drama when breaking up. It's not like you weren't chased after; many of the male nurses and staff had been very vocal about their crush on you, their words making their rounds to you, but you never acknowledged that. You were here to work, not flirt with the various men that walked around.

You couldn't help but want someone, though. Someone to come home to and hold you when things became too much. But, that would have to wait.

The elevator doors are opening.

~.~

"It is no problem at all, Mr. Quinn. Please make sure to relax and please listen to the nurses" You offered the rich old man a kind smile before closing the door behind you as you entered the empty hallway. Taking care of the rich always felt like a pain- some thought that they knew better just because they had money, while some were more into "faking being sick to see their favorite doctor."

"Ah, Doctor F/N L/N. Just the women I just looking for."

Your head turned to see your boss approaching you with a kind smile on his old face. He placed a gentle hand onto your white coat covered shoulder before walking with you, leading you to his office without another word. You didn't fight back, though, wanting to know why he was looking for you. Maybe you were getting reprimanded due to you turning down another nurse and making him throw a tantrum. Maybe you were getting another raise.

"Please, close the door behind you" You nodded as the old man made his way around the large oak desk before he sat down in his chair. Your hand slowly left the doorknob as he crossed his arms, the air in the office no longer friendly as you sat down in front of him. Before you could even ask him about what was going on, he cut you off with a simple hand raise. "Miss L/N, you spend too much time here for a woman of your age" You blinked at your boss's words, tilting your head as you tried to process it. Taking in your confused stance, your boss clears his throat before leaning forward on his desk to point to a calendar that sat in the corner, one date circled in red ink. It was this coming Monday.

"I have the director of this hospital coming next Monday, and with your past involvement with the director and her son, I don't think you should be here"

Your eyes narrowed at your boss as you crossed your arms over your chest. How dare he take you off the work schedule because of the director's son and his hurt feelings? Just because you rejected him doesn't mean that you two can't be cordial when interacting. Your boss once again holds up his hand to stop you from speaking, leaning back in his chair as he removes his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose before he spoke. "Y/N, you know how the director gets about you, especially since you made her only son cry when you rejected him. I don't want to risk there being a problem between you and her if she sees you."

"Well, I don't want to not work. I have a reputation to uphold, plus, I don't have anymore pay time off." You watched as your boss, nodded, understanding your words before he sat back up, his back cracking softly as he put back on his glasses. "I understand and I am already looking into things you can do while not being at the hospital. Just...keep your mind open, ok?"

Open minded? You couldn't help but wonder what your boss had planned up his sleeves for you. But, to you, as long as you got work, you were ok with it.

You would be open minded.

~>~

"Is everyone in place for the attack? Everyone needs to be ready when I give my signal"

A static filled response filled San's ear as he held the binoculars to his eyes as he sat perched in the high grass upon a hill. To the average person, this may look creepy, even a bit scary; but to San and his team, this was nothing but child's play.

"San, there seems to be three hostages inside. We need to be careful when we attack" San nodded at HongJoong's words as he laid on his stomach next to San's knee, the older man's brown hair blowing in the cold night wind as his sniper's lenses sat pressed against his eyes. San knew that there would be complications, especially when chasing one of the world's most dangerous criminals. But, in order to keep the rest of the world safe, he knew he had to take risks. San's eyes slightly widened when he noticed the man place down his weapon on a table, giving San a perfect view of the kind of weapon, but that the man was now unarmed. Perfect.

"Mingi, Yunho, and Yeosang, it's time. Make sure that you all stay alert. Once Wooyoung and Jongho shut off those lights, you have my full permission to light the place up. Just get those hostages out first. Then, me and Seonghwa will go after the criminal. Remember: he's dangerous so let us both take care of it, just let him run and go after his goons. Understood?"

San placed his binoculars down as the men agreed before offered HongJoong a nod, letting him know to shoot whenever he saw fit. San's mind was clear as he moved to stand with Seonghwa behind a nearby tree, rolling up his sleeve to see the watch that sat tight on his wrist. Three seconds. Three seconds before they all lit the place up.

Three.

"We are all in positions, San"

Two

"Jongho and I are ready to shut the lights off."

One.

"Now."

The house that sat hidden in the marsh was an old one, but still had new technology wiring, making it easy for both Jongho and Wooyoung to shut it off. As the lights went out inside the house, causing a large shout to be heard, Mingi, Yunho, and Yeosang moved through the murky waters till they reached the door, Mingi's foot kicking the door in before gunfire could be heard. San wasn't worried about the three of them hurting the hostages while going after the goons- all three were skilled in close gunfire and battle. They were the best of the best at their jobs.

Plus, San had other things to worry about.

San placed his black gloved hand onto Seonghwa's shoulder as they moved down the hill, moving around the murky waters to wait behind another nearby tree near the back of the house as shouts and gunfire still blared through the home. Sure enough, the leader soon emerged from the back door, admit on making a escape from the chaos inside.

"Jeremy Phillips?"

The man paused in his tracks as both San and Seonghwa emerged from the tree, their eyes staring darkly at the man. San had to hold back a smirk of his own at Jeremy's shocked face before watching as he pulled out a knife. The blade may not have been long, but it gleamed in the moonlight, still showing that it was dangerous. San wasn't worried though, pulling out his own knife from the pocket of his black combat pants as Seonghwa rushed inside to help the others. He knew that San had it covered and that he wasn't much help, since it would be with a blade.

"You know, I've been chasing you for a long time, Jeremy? You've been avoiding me" San's voice held a slight playful manner in it as he continued to keep his eyes trained on his opponent. San's fist tightened around the handle as Jeremy apologized half-heartedly, stepping forward. San watched each step the man made before he decided that he was close enough.

"So, you're still the leader of ATEEZ, huh? Still the military's golden boy, huh?" San now smirked, nodding at Jeremy's words before saying "Yup. We all can't be bravo members for the enemy."

San's words made Jeremy no longer want to speak, the man's smile fading before he lunged at San's body. While Jeremy was taller than San, he still had his combat training and was confident he could win. San moved back before the blade could meet his body before he kicked Jeremy in the stomach, sending the man flying backwards into the murky water, San's blade soon meeting his thigh. San watched as Jeremy yelled in pain, remembering the words of his commander before they all dispatched to the mission:

"Jeremy Phillips is a dangerous man. You shoot to kill."

San didn't give the man a moment to recover as his hands quickly moved to his other pocket, gripping his gun before firing it.

The night once again returned to it's silence as San returned his gun to his pocket, sighing as a cold breeze moved through the field. He ran a hand through his black hair as Mingi and the others emerged from the house, the hostages all standing close to Seonghwa as they stared at San. If you were to ever ask Mingi what was a scary sight, it would be seeing San right after he's completed a mission: watching his eyes slowly drift back from being dark and cold to full of life.

"San, the helicopter is here. We need to go before his backup gets here"

San nodded as he took one more deep breath, meeting Mingi's worried eyes with a small nod, letting him know that he was alright. Mingi returned the nod before motioning for everyone to follow him as they made their way back up the hill to where the large helicopter sat, Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Jongho already inside. San gave the others a simple nod as he sat across from Wooyoung, clasping his buckles closed before the large aircraft began to rise, taking them from the once tense and bloody confrontation to the quiet night sky.

San's eyes closed as the helicopter returned everyone to the base, escorting the hostages back to their families with a small smile on his lips. He nodded as one of the hostage's wife's thanked him before jumping to hug her husband tightly. San couldn't help but watch as his smile dropped, his heart tightening at the sight. San wasn't a very easily emotional man, but to see such a sight made him yern for something like that. For someone to hug him whenever he returned him from his missions was a small dream of his, and seeing someone else have that too always made his heart ache. "You know, San, people are bound to get upset if you keep staring at them"

San couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Wooyoung's words, his eyes then narrowing at the hand that was soon placed onto his shoulder by the man. He turned to face him, crossing his arms as Wooyoung continued to have a very happy and proud smile on his lips. "If you want something like that, then I could always help you. I'm sure you could find a few women who are intrested in a tough man like you"

San at first didn't reply to Wooyoung, finding his words ridiculous. But, after a moment, his eyebrow soon returned to rest, his face softening as he realized that his friend was right. He glanced back at the happy couple before he took a deep breath in, puffing up his chest before he began to walk down the corridor, Wooyoung's happy steps following him. He took San's silence to know that he was right and that it was time that his friend finally got a girlfriend.

~>~

"What do you mean you don't have a type, San?! Come on!"

San shrugged once more at Wooyoung's whine, crossing his arms before he rested against the picnic table. The base was outside a very popular town in one of the more desolate areas, which meant lots of heat and sand, which made Fridays cleaning days to remove all of the extra sand and more. Wooyoung had brought out his computer to help San set up a dating profile while he cleaned, but they had already gotten to a roadblock.

Sure, San had dated around for a while, but nothing too crazy. He dated anyone he felt a connection to, but that connection all fizzed out really fast. To say San was a bit disappointed in his dating life was an understatement: he had been on around 8 first dates and hadn't gotten on a second date with any of them.

"How am I supposed to help you find a girlfriend if you don't know what kind of women you like?!'' San rolled his eyes at Wooyoung's complaining, about to complain himself about how stupid this whole dating profile thing was when a distant rumble distracted him. San's attention moved from his friend to the sand road that was Infront of him as three dark green jeeps appeared, driving towards the base. "Woah, early mail day?" Wooyoung asked, moving to stand next to San as the others moved to join San all standing at attention just in case it was a threat, the other soliders on the base doing the same.

"The mail people don't come in green Jeeps, though" San mumbled, watching suspiciously as the three Jeeps came to a stop in front of the group. The windows were deeply tinted, only letting everyone see their reflections.

The doors soon opened, showing the commander exiting the truck. The commander was a tall, yet not bulky man. While he wasn't physically bulky, he could still fight someone. "Ah, good morning everyone"

San raised an eyebrow at his commander, wondering why he wasn't explaining the other Jeeps behind him. He was about to ask when he saw all the doors open, various people leaving the Jeep. San eyed them all as they followed the commander, as if he was inspecting them for any dangers. As the last Jeep's doors open, a woman stepped out, making San pause.

"You know, when I was told I was being sent out on a special mission, I didn't think it'd be to somewhere so freaking hot" You sighed, wiping your forehead as your sneakers touched the warm sand and rocks along the road. The sun was already beating down on you and you were beginning to regret not just staying at the hospital. This is what you get for being open minded.

"Oh come on, Y/N, it's not that bad. I mean, look at those hot soldiers" your eyes turned to F/N, who still had a smile on her face as you both began to walk to meet with the rest of the medic group. You did glance over at the soldiers as you passed them, noticing how some of them were acting like they were starved for woman attention, their eyes bugging out of their heads as you passed them. You shook your head, continuing to walk up the road.

You and the other medics paused as the commander turned to face you all, his dainty hand motioning for someone from the large mass of soliders to come over. "Everyone, this is Captain Choi San from our ATEEZ unit. He's the leader of the special unit, so if you have any problems, just go to him."

Your eyes turned to see the man, your eyes then immediately halting at his appearance. He had black hair, dark eyes, and a strong jaw. San was wearing a simple white tank top that gave you a view of his large chest pecks and his arms too. He also wore the base's sweatpants, giving you a view of his strong thighs. He looked like he was handcrafted: someone had taken their time with him.

F/N noticed your eyes not moving from San, a small smirk falling onto her face before she whispered ''Guess you found a reason to like this place, huh?"

"Shh" Your eyes didn't move from San as you waved off your friend's words. You hoped that he couldn't feel how your eyes were probably burning a hole into him as he placed his hands behind his back, his eyes scanning the group of doctors before he finally landed on you. As you both made eye contact, his body tensed once more before he let his eyes move slowly down your frame, staring at the top of your hair and then slowly moving down your body, taking his time to look at every crevice on your face and body. You carefully bit your bottom lip as you tried to not burst into flames at the sight, making San smirk slightly.

Once the commander finished giving you all a briefing of the base and it's operation, you all were then escorted the building you'd be working in. You were to spend two months here, taking care of the various soldiers. It was like you were back in the hospital, but only smaller and with beefy military men all day instead of rich old CEOs. It was a nice change in your opinion.

Your first task was to do checkups with all of the men, which kept you and the other staff busy all day. Finally, as the hot sun went down, you were on to the last solider.

"I'm here to get checked out." You looked up from your clipboard to see San standing in the entrance of your little section. He was now wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, his casual appearance making you smile a bit. While everyone else this whole day came in wearing their uniform, here he was wearing something so casual, separating him from the rest. You waved him in, moving to grab his medical chart as he sat down on the medic bed.

"Ok, so it seems that you're a pretty healthy man, Captain San, so I guess all you need is just a routine vaccination and then you're good to go." You looked up to see San's face, noticing that he tilted his head to the side before he crossed his arms over his chest, his arm muscles doubling in size as he did so. San cleared his throat before he met your eyes, trying to hold back his smile at your slightly confused look. "Doctor F/N, are you willing to perform a physical on me like everyone else? While I am a very healthy man, it wouldn't hurt to get a small checkup."

You nodded softly, placing your clipboard down before you approached San. You had given everyone else a physical, but giving one to San felt different. His eyes were trained on every movement you made, his skin warm as you touched his arm and neck. You tried to not notice it too much, but he was making it so obvious, which made your cheeks heat up a bit.

San let his smirk come through as you touched his chest and his back, nodding as you asked him to breathe in. San liked the way your hands felt on his body, and he couldn't help but crave more from you. "I think it would be easier if my shirt came off. Don't you think so, Doctor F/N?" You paused at San's question, meeting his eyes as you realized how close you and him now were; you now stood in between his legs with one hand on his chest and back, making you hover close to his body. You knew his true intention and for once, you weren't upset about a client making a move on you. Plus, you really wanted to see how he looked without a shirt on.

You nodded before pulling back, letting San take off his shirt before placing it onto the medic bed next to him. San's chest was just as hard as you had thought it was: large pecks, large arms and shoulders, perfect abs, and a his strong V line that went straight into his Calvin Klein boxers and jeans. You had to pry your eyes from San's body as you returned to the physical, the room no longer feeling cold as the connection between you both heated up.

You tried to chat with San while you did the physical, hoping that chatting with him would ease some of the heat between you two, but with his voice and charming remarks, it only added to the connection. You finally finished with his physical and shot, giving him a batman band-aid to make him laugh. You picked up his shirt, handing it back to him as he stood from your med bed, his eyes glimmering as he took it from you. "So, Doctor Y/N, have you seen the snack room yet? I know you told me you're a big fan of Oreos."

"Snack room?" you asked, tilting your head at his words as a smile came onto his face. You were a big fan of Oreos and thought you deserved some since you had to stomach some of the cafeteria food. San smirked, leading you to a small building that was behind the new med building you and the others occupied. It wasn't too big, but it was filled with metal shelves filled with snacks. You made a beeline for the Oreos as San closed the door behind you both, his fingers slickly locking it before he approached you. "So, the way to your heart is with Oreos?" You turned to San as he now stood close at your side, his chest rising and falling at a slight faster pace than earlier. You nodded as he gently took the packet from you, opening the packet with his teeth before he took a cookie out. You watched as he opening the cookie, placing the top one against your bottom lip. "Open."

You nodded, letting San feed you the cookie before your mouth closed around it, chewing as the chocolate flavor filled your mouth. San watched you with now slightly hooded eyes before he held up the rest to your lips, his free hand gently touching your waist. "You know, when I eat Oreos, I eat them all separate like this: I eat the cookie first, lick the icing off, then eat the last cookie."

You then caught on to what he wanted you to do next, slowly licking the icing off the cookie as San watched before accepting the last cookie into your mouth. San hummed as he watched you, whispering a small "good girl." before the hand that was on your waist slowly moved up your body, his body moving with yours to press your back against one of the nearby shelves that were against the wall. He looked down at your lips as he gently touched your neck, his thumb moving to press along the underside of your neck. You looked so hot to him, and he was beginning to feel so dizzy.

"I haven't had an Oreo in a while. Maybe you could let me know how it tastes," San didn't give you a chance to respond as his lips soon met yours. The kiss at first started off slow, like he was testing the waters to see how far you wanted to go. As your hand moved to wrap around the back of his neck, San took it as a sign that you wanted this, so the kiss sped up. San hummed against your lip as your tongue gently moved along his bottom lip, making him grip your thighs before he easily picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He then roughly cleared off a nearby table by moving his arm along the messy table, clearing off all of the many foods before he placed you back down onto the table, the kiss now becoming hot.

San began to move his lips down your neck as you whispered his name, trying to critique him for making a mess, but your mind became mush due to how good his lips and tongue felt along your neck. His hands then slipped under your shirt, pushing up the fabric as his lips then moved up the newly exposed skin. San was so focused on kissing and seeing every part of you, which only added to your arousal. He slowly moved back up to your lips, meeting you in a passionate kiss as his hands moved to remove any remaining clothes on you, haphazardly tossing them in to a pile before your hands did the same to his. San smiled as you began to push down his pants, his hands moving to help you before he pulled back from the kiss.

"You know, we need to do a full on physical," You met San's eyes as he kicked away his pants, his words making you tilt your head. San chuckled at your head tilt, his hands moving slowly along your thighs before he pressed his forehead against yours. San had never been with someone like you and he wanted to savor this moment, yet, he also couldn't help but want to flip you over on the table and just drill his hard cock into you. "Seems like you wanna play doctor, San" You whispered, running your hand through his hair as he slowly pushed down his boxers, his hard cock now slapping against his abs.

San couldn't help but chuckle deeply at your words before he gently cupped your face, making you meet his eyes as he speaks. "That's right, Y/N. Let me play doctor and give you a full inspection with my cock."

You felt your body heat up at his words before San lets go of your face, leaning down to spit on the head of his cock before he moved his hand along his cock, spreading it along his large length before he gripped your thighs, roughly pulling you to the edge of the table. You bit your lip as he moved your legs tightly around his waist, the head of his cock meeting your wet cunt before he slowly pushed in, making you both gasp. San gently tossed his head forward, resting his head on your shoulder as you welcome his cock. "Fuck, baby. You're already so wet, shit." You gripped his biceps as he continued to slowly push in, taking a deep breath at the stretch his cock caused.

"Does anyone know why the snack building door is locked? I wanted a snack, man!"

You and San both tensed and paused at the sound of Yunho outside, complaining about the locked door. You tilted your head back to try and see the door, hoping that he doesn't have some sort of lockpicking skills. San looked up from your shoulder, noticing how your attention was now on on the door and it made him a bit jealous. He saw Yunho every single day, and he can't even give him one moment with you alone? San felt a wave of heat rush over his body before he pressed his hands against your thighs, looking at you as he started to continue pushing into you.

"San- oh my god, fuck" You were about to question him on why he was looking at you like that, but your words left your mind as he resumed filling you with his cock. You tried to mention that Yunho was outside, but San cut you off again with a kiss. He pushed his tongue into the kiss, muffling more of your moans as finally finished filling you. "Yunho does not matter right now. You better not even utter his name right now- right now you should be more worried about taking every inch of my cock like a good girl."

You nodded dazily at San's words, your eyes closing as San slowly pulled out before he began to move his hips. San bit his lip harshly as he moved his hips to meet yours, the slow pace killing him- every time he filled you up, you just felt so good around him that it was physically hurting him to not give it to you harder. His eyes soon moved to your face, watching you as the pleasure moved all over his face before he broke.

San's pace suddenly picked up, snapping his hips into you at a fast pace, the sound of your moans and wetness now echoing around the snack building. He smirked as you dug your nails into his muscles, using him as an anchor as he drilled his cock into you. Just the way you were taking him made him want to cum. He leaned down to kiss your shoulder before he bit it, licking the mark he soon left behind. "Beautiful, now you can look at that tomorrow morning and remember how good it feel with my cock deep in your pussy like this"

"San, please" You whined, pressing a kiss to his lips as you tried to shut him, hoping to stop his dirty words from leaving his lips, but it only made San laugh before he leaned back, making sure your lips can't reach his as he moves faster, making the table move along with you both. "What, baby, don't act like you don't like what I'm saying. I can feel it every single time you tense around my cock" You tossed your head back as San's fingers met your clit, making you clench around his cock. Your nails dug more into his shoulders as you felt your orgsam quickly approaching, making you moan his name louder. San smirked before giving in to kiss you, silencing you so Yunho couldn't hear as you came all over his cock and him filling you up with his cum. You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him in the kiss as you both came hard.

You soon pulled back from the kiss as your thighs shook, your eyes now closed as you rested against San's body, his own body shaking and feeling hot as he gently rubbed your body and pressed kisses to your shoulder. However, you both were reminded about the situation you both were in when Yunho could be heard outside saying "Maybe Jongho has the key?"

"Looks like our moment is over" San chuckled, slowly pulling out of you before he picked up a napkin, cleaning you and him up before he helped you get dressed. Once you both were appropriate, he smiled at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You sighed at his touch before you heard some crinkling, San's body leaving yours. You opened your eyes as the door to the snack room closed, leaving you alone in the building. You sighed, feeling it was a dream. Was it a sick daydream your mind conjured up about the Captain? You turned to check your reflection in the mirror of the room when you notice a packet of Oreos once more on the table right next to you, a small smiley face drawn on it. You smiled as you realized that San left that for you, instantly picking it up before leaving the building right as Yunho and Jongho made their way over, a small smile on your face.

~>~

"Y/N, do you know where the emergency needles are?"

You shook your head at F/N, watching as she dug through the many bins of medical gear you all had brought from the hospital. You and the others had been here for only a month and you had already ran out of everything. "There's talk about a mission the ATEEZ team are going on soon. We need more of everything before then so that way if something happens, we can help them."

"Let me go talk to the commander and see what I can do" you placed a gentle hand on F/N's shoulder before you went outside, walking to the large dark green tent the commander had. You were a bit nervous as you didn't really talk to the commander, only hearing him yell and scream at various solders, which made you keep your distance. But, you didn't have a choice today.

"Excuse me, Commander Lewis?" You smiled as you entered his tent, watching as he looked up from his paperwork. You waited till the commander offered you a small nod before you continued speaking as the other soilders you had seen talk to him do that. "Sir, me and the other medics are running out of medical supplies and we need to get more."

"I can take her into the city if you'd like," Your eyebrows furrowed as San spoke, making you turn around. San was wearing a navy blue t-shirt and his combat pants, his signature smile painted on his face. Before you could respond, the Commander tossed him the keys to a Jeep, letting you know that your words no longer mattered in the issue. You offered San a kind smile before you exited the tent, San following close behind.

"So, how have you been, Doctor? Still enjoying Oreos?" You turned to gently shove San before getting into the passenger seat of the Jeep, your cheeks heating up at his words. You hadn't been trying to avoid San since the night you and him both shared a while ago: he had been busy preparing for the mission and a whole squad got sick so you had to deal with that. You had seen him around, but you always ended up deciding to not go talk to him. A part of you thought it was a one night stand kind of situation, a different part of you wanted there to be more.

The car ride to the nearby city was quiet, dark shades covering San's eyes as he drove. You would often glance over at him, enjoying how he looked as he drove: one arm on the steering wheel, the other one resting on the side. He looked so cool.

"You didn't answer my question, Y/N" You jumped a bit a San's sudden question, turning to him to ask what he meant. You also silently hoped that he didn't ask anything while you were daydreaming. San smiled softly before he asked "What have you been up to since our night together? I heard a squad got sick and all, but what have you been up to besides that?"

"Oh besides that?" You turned to look back out the window as he drove, thinking back to the past couple of weeks. "Nothing, really. When I'm not working, I'm couped up in my quarters"

San nodded, understanding what you meant as he was the same way. "I heard you're going back home soon, too. Two months went by pretty fast, huh?" You paused as you hear a twinge of disappointment in his voice, making you turn back to look at him. But, before you could respond, San announced that you both had arrived in the city. You nodded, looking out at the many buildings and the beautiful stone road that was ahead.

After you both gather the rest of the supplies you and the other doctors needed, you and San begin the long car ride back to the base. You had favored the idea of looking outside, not wanting to break the silence. However, San had other plans.

"Why are we pulling over?" You turned to San as he pulled over, shutting the car off before he turned to you. He removed his shades from his eyes before he let his eyes roam your body. He hadn't seen you in so long and he knew that if he didn't address the underlying tension between you both, then there was chance he would never see it again when you went back. Your next words were cut off by San's lips meeting yours, his hand moving to cup your cheek. The kiss instantly became heated as you both moved your lips together, both of your eyes closing. The kiss felt just as good as last time, if not better.

San slowly moved his hand down your cheek to the seatbelt, smirking against your lips as he slowly removes it. "I missed you, Y/N"

"I missed you too, San" you whispered against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as he began to lift you from the passenger seat onto his lap. He gently kissed down your neck as his hands slowly pushed up your top before he pushed his hand into your pants, his fingers meeting your wetness, making you mewl. "So wet, baby. And all I've done is just kiss you"

You sighed against his lips as he slowly pushed in a finger, his free hand moving to place one of your hands onto the button of pants, letting you know what he wanted. He placed gentle kisses along your neck and jaw as you struggled to unbutton his pants, the position in the car not giving either one of you very much room. San grunted before he pushed down your shorts, his hands then moving to help you with his pants. Your body was already too hot, your fingers now absently running along your wet cunt the same way San had.

San's eyes darken as he watches you, licking his lips as he pushes down his pants as much as he could, wrapping his hand around his already hard length as he matches your pace. You had never done something like this, but San made you feel bold. San looked at you like he was desperate for you and wanted all of you, his eyes giving you confidence. "Why don't you push a finger into that wet pussy, baby? Let me show you how I want you to touch yourself when we're separated"

You nodded, doing as San said, his lips meeting your neck once more as his hand moved along his length faster. San relished in the way you were moaning into his ear, making his cock twitch in his hand. San pulled back from your neck to see your face as you added another finger, now basically riding your fingers. You looked like the most beautiful thing he had seen and wanted this moment engraved in his mind. He cursed softly before swatting your hand away, helping you move to straddle his cock before he slowly pushed you down onto him. You gasped at the familiar stretch, your walls clamping down on him as he roughly smacked your ass, gripping the flesh immediately afterwards.

"Bounce on me just like you had done on your fingers a few seconds ago" San kept one hand gripping your ass, the other now gripping your hip as he helped you rise him. He licked along your neck before biting down on your sweet spot as you began to ride him, being careful to not hit your head. Once you both had found a comfortable angle, you began to let loose and move faster, making you both moan loudly. San kept his hands on you, moving them all over you continued to ride him. He knew he wouldn't stop till you were a mess; if you weren't a mess the first time, then he would make you continue you till you were a mess all over cock.

So after your first three orgsams on his cock, San could tell you were still thinking too much for his liking.

"San, please calm down, fuck!" You gripped the center console as San thrusted into you from behind you, his hand moving to grip your hair as he fucked you. He went from having you ride him to having you bent over the center console, shirt pushed up with bite marks from him all over your back and shoulders. San chuckled at your words, leaning down to whisper in your ear his hips continued their punishing pace. "Hm, you still know how to speak? Guess we need to keep going till you forget everything other than my name."

You had lost count of how many times he made you cum when you both returned to the base, your legs feeling like jelly as you handed your coworkers the medical equipment. You tried hard to walk normally as you walked back to your quarters, breathing heavily from the hours of intimacy with San.

"Stop worrying about your walk, Y/N. It was fine." You turned to see San now leaning in your room doorway, a smile on his lips as he closed the door an approached you. You crossed your arms as he wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss to your forehead. You felt your body relax at the feeling, sighing before you pressed your cheek against his chest, letting your body rest against his. San smiled before whispering "here, let me help you shower and then get ready for bed."

You nodded, allowing San to help you get into the shower before he followed. Even though you both were bare under the hot water, it felt calm between you both. You felt your feelings for San begin to bubble in your chest as he helped wash you, humming a random song as he did so. "So, I hear there's a mission for you and the others coming up..." Your words trailed off as he took his time helping you wash your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp carefully. He nodded, looking down at you with a small smile. You looked so relaxed, your eyes closed as he took his time with you. He leaned down to press a small kiss to your lips, enjoying the soft moment with you as his own feelings for you bubbled in his chest. He wanted this feeling to never end: to come home from every mission with you in his arms.

"I don't know when we roll out for the mission, but I will be thinking about you the whole time." San smiled, his hands moving from your hair to cup your cheeks, his thumb moving along your cheeks. He couldn't help but admire you, pressing another kiss to your lips before you laughed softly at the feeling. This was bliss.

"How will I know that you actually mean that, San?" You asked, looking up at him as a small smirk came onto his lips. You then gasped as he picked you up, his arms gripping you tightly as he pressed you against the tile shower wall. He smiled down at your before you felt his cock now pressing back against your entrance. Well, there goes the calm shower.

You now had your hands pressed against the wall, holding you up as San moved from behind, leaning down to kiss your shoulder and stuff his face in your neck. Your moans echoed in the bathroom as you gripped his hair, making him moan loudly at the painful sting. Both of your moans had begun to echo in the room, only adding to the experience. "Fuck, I love you baby. Keep clenching down on me just like that baby, and I'm gonna fill you up and give you my kid."

San completely used your wet pussy, switching between words of praise and being outright filthy, with talks of breeding you and taking you outside to fuck you in front of everyone. San was absolutely gone, his mind fuzzy as he came for the third time that day in your pussy, the feeling making my you cum as well.

Once he cleaned you up again, he carried you back to your bed, laying you down on your sheets before he helped you get ready for bed. You thanked him, allowing him to help you before you both laid down on the bed. He held you as you began to slowly drift off, his lips pressed to your forehead.

When you woke up the next morning, you were alone.

You carefully got ready for the day, still feeling a bit sore from the night's events with San, along with being upset: part of you was upset that he left without telling you, another part was upset that you didn't wake up when he left. You made your way to the cafeteria, knowing that he would be there with the other ATEEZ members as they always ate together. However, when you entered the cafeteria, you noticed that he was nowhere to be seen, nor the other team members. You started walking around the base, looking for any sign of him or the others, sighing when you noticed that he was nowhere. When you arrived at the medic tent, F/N was packing up the various medical equipment, placing it all on the back of one of the Jeeps. With a confused look, you asked her what she was doing.

"We go back home today, remember? There is going to be a new set of medics to treat the ATEEZ team after they come back from their mission." You felt your body run cold at her words, asking if she was serious. There was a chance you weren't going to see San ever again- it was like the universe wanted to punish you. It made you wonder what you did in a past life to have San taken from you like this.

You helped F/N and the others pack silently before you went to pack your own things. You felt your heartstrings being pulled as you moved around your room, memories of last night with San filling your mind. As you finished making your bed, you noticed a glimmer of metal under your pillow, making you tilt your head. As you picked up your pillow, you stopped to see a dog tag with San's name on it, along with a folded note.

Hey, Y/N. You're sleeping so peacefully that I don't want to wake you up, but I have to go. Take my dog tag, so that way I have no choice but to come look for you. Don't forget to grab some Oreos on the way out.

I love you.

Captain San Choi.

~>~

"Doctor Y/N, there is someone requesting you in the lobby."

You sighed before nodding, entering the elevator. You had been so swamped since you had come back, not getting the opportunity to do much of anything. You closed your eyes as the elevator slowly brought you down to the lobby, your fingers playing with San's dog tag that sat in your scrub's' pocket. You hadn't found him yet, but you still had hope that sometime this weekend, you could take time off and do some research on him.

But that would have to wait. The elevator doors are opening.

You opened your eyes as you exited the elevator, making your way to the center desk within the lobby with a small tired smile on your face as you asked the nurse who was here to see you. You secretly hoped it wasn't another patient, wanting nothing more than to deal with the 8 other ones who were already on your roster.

"Doctor Y/N L/N?"

You turned to the voice, not realizing who it was at first. "Yes, that is me-" You stopped as your eyes met the face to the voice, your jaw dropping when you saw him.

San now stood in front of you, a small smile on his lips as he looked at you. Your eyes widened before you approached him with a growing smile. San did the same, his pace matching yours until he was able to wrap his arms around you, picking you up to spin you around. Neither one of you cared about how everyone else was looking at you both, too consumed with each other. You cupped his face before meeting his lips in a soft kiss, both of your smiles coming through the kiss before you both hugged each other tightly.

"How did you find me?" You asked, cupping his face again to ensure that it was really him. "I asked my commander what hospital you reported back to as you forgot something. That something is me." San laughed, holding his hand out to you, holding it out expectantly. You raised an eyebrow before placing his dog tag in his hand, making him shake his head. He then reached to hold your head, slowly intertwining your fingers before he whispered in your ear "you have an office, right? We should talk in there." You smiled at his words, nodding before you haphazardly let the front desk know you were on break. By the tone of his voice you weren't going to be doing much of talking, but, you didn't care. At least you had San back. As you both entered the elevator he moved to immediately stand in front of you, smashing his lips back into yours.

He's all that matters now. The elevator doors are closing.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

obsessed with bodyguard x mob 😫

what about something where reader actually fights for bucky's life, maybe some attempt to k*** him, lot of fights, gunshots, just action with angst but happy ending😖

xoxo ly! tysm for your writing! 💗

Fighting For You » Bucky Barnes (AU)

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bodyguard!Female Reader

Summary: You fight to keep Bucky safe and to protect him.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, language, guns, violence, blood, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you to my 🕷️ anon for requesting this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

“Boss?” You poked your head in his office. “Are you ready to go home?” You asked.

“I’ll be done in 5 minutes.” Bucky tells you. “Wait for me in the lobby.” He says.

You nodded and closed the door to his office behind you before making your way to the lobby. You sat in one of the chairs in the waiting area and scrolled through your phone while waiting for him.

That’s when you got a weird feeling. You glanced up from your phone to see a small group of people. You assumed they were just walking by so you didn’t think much of it and tried not to let it bother you. You were pulled from your thoughts when you got a text from Bucky.

Boss: On my way to the lobby

You smiled at the text and continued to wait patiently for him. You heard the elevator ding and Bucky got off of it. As you stood up from the chair, you seen one of the people outside pull out a gun and aim it at Bucky, making your eyes go wide.

“Get down!” You shouted.

You used all of your strength to pull Bucky down behind the chairs to avoid the bullets and glass flying towards you guys. Your hands scrambled to get your gun out of your bag. It was already loaded so you poked your head out from the side of the chair and aimed your gun at them and shot at them, taking one of them down.

“Stay here.” You whispered to Bucky.

He nodded and watched you quickly move behind a different chair on the other side of the room. The people thought it would be the perfect opportunity to come inside and fight Bucky or try to shoot him. Bucky did a good job trying to dodge them. What the people didn’t know is that you were on the opposite side of the lobby.

You shot at the person throwing punches at Bucky, purposely missing just to get him away from him. That’s when he started coming towards you. You shot him in the leg to slow him down causing him to fall to the floor.

What you didn’t know was that there was someone behind you. He put his arm around your throat, putting you in a headlock causing you to drop your gun on the floor. You used all of your strength to elbow him in his side hard enough to get him to let go of you. You turned around and punched him hard enough to knock him out.

You quickly picked up your gun from the floor and shot at the another person. That’s when you ran out of bullets. You seen your bag by Bucky and couldn’t get to it.

“Bucky, bullets!” You say, pointing at your bag.

Bucky nodded and rummaged through your bag, finding extra bullets with ease and tossed them to you. You reloaded your gun and aimed it at someone trying to get to Bucky, but someone came up next to you and smacked it out of your hand. You turned your head without thinking and got a punch in the face.

You quickly regained your surroundings and fought back. The person kept making you walk backwards as the two of you fought till your back hit the wall behind you. You didn’t have much leverage without your gun so you threw punches and kicks to defend yourself.

Bucky seen your gun on the floor a couple feet away from him. He made sure the coast was clear before grabbing it.

“Y/N!” Bucky quickly caught your attention. “Catch!” He says.

Bucky tossed your gun to you and you caught it with one hand with ease. You held the barrel of the gun against the person and shot him. The guy screamed in pain and grabbed his shoulder before falling to the floor.

“I’m gonna give you guys 3 seconds to get the hell out of here before I blow each one of your brains out!” You shouted, pointing your gun at them.

The remaining people could tell you weren’t lying when they heard the sound of your gun making a cocking noise. They quickly picked up their unconscious and injured friends and left. Bucky stood there, watching them run away in amusement. He was more than impressed that you scared them away.

When they were out of your sight, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding and unloaded the bullets from your gun into your hand. You put your gun and bullets in your bag and looked at Bucky. Bucky immediately got concerned when he noticed a cut on your lip and your bloody nose.

“Your nose and lip are bleeding.” Bucky says with concern in his voice.

“I’m fine.” You gave him a reassuring smile. “Let go home and get cleaned up.” You say.

When you and Bucky got home, you two got out of your bloody clothes and took showers. You grabbed the first aid kit from underneath your bathroom sink and went to Bucky’s bedroom.

“Your cuts need to be cleaned out.” You say, taking a seat on his bed.

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” Bucky says.

“It wasn’t a question, Mr. Barnes.” You said in all seriousness. “Sit.” You demanded, pointing at the spot of the bed next to you.

Bucky obeyed your demand and sat down next to you. You checked out his injuries before getting anything out of the first aid kit. He just had some bruises and a small cut on the bridge of his nose and a small cut on his jaw. You used a tissue to wipe away the excess and dry blood before putting alcohol on his cuts so they didn’t get infected. Bucky made a small hissing noise and slightly winced when the alcohol got in his cuts.

“You big baby.” You giggled. “You’re a mob boss and alcohol getting in your cuts is making you flinch.” You teasingly say.

“No…” Bucky lied. “I’m taking it like a man.” He says.

“Yea, sure you are, boss man.” You say with a small giggle.

You went back to focusing on patching his cuts up which didn’t take long. You were about to get up to put the first aid kit away and throw away the bloody tissues, but Bucky grabbed your arm and sat you back down on his bed.

“You need to be patched up too.” He says.

“I’m fine, Bucky.” You insisted.

“You have a cut on your lip and bloody nose.” He points out.

“My nose stopped bleeding before I got in the shower.” You said.

“At least let me take care of the cut on your lip.” He pleads.

“Fine.” You mumbled.

Bucky used to tissue to clean the dry blood from your nose and the excess blood from the small cut on your lip. He was being very gentle with you. He has a soft spot for you. He then applied alcohol to the cut on your lip. You made a hissing noise when you felt the sting of the alcohol getting into the cut.

“All done.” He says.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You say with a smile.

“You’re welcome, darling.” He says softly.

You grabbed the first aid kit and put it away and threw away the bloody tissues. You then went back to Bucky’s bedroom to see if he needed anything else before going to bed.

“Do you need anything else, boss?” You asked.

“Actually, I do need one more thing.” Bucky says.

“What is it?” You asked.

Bucky didn’t say anything. He walked up to you and kissed you passionately, catching you off guard. You immediately kissed him back. He pulled away after a few seconds, looking deep in your eyes.

“Thank you for fighting for me and protecting me earlier.” He says.

“You’re welcome.” You smile. “I’d do it again.” You say.

Bucky kissed you once more, but this kiss was more like a goodnight kiss.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Bucky says softly.

“Goodnight, Bucky.” You say, looking in his blue eyes.

You walked out of his bedroom and went to your own room down the hall. You laid down on your bed, smiling contently. You’re happy to know that Bucky can count on you to fight for him and to protect him. That’s how you went to bed. So did Bucky.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[octaehviaaa]

Man In Suits 2!

Salesman x fem! Reader

Genre : psychological thriller, dark romance?!

Warnings: Violence,manipulation, dacryphilia, mentions if stalking, INTENSE stuff, future smut, there's blood just MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!!

not edited excuse the errors+ enjoy 💐

Word count: 4.8k?

Part 1

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You have seen this man what now like three times?, you have played his games and walked off with a hefty amount that has not let you sleep a wink at night and perhaps you should have kept your distance and do away with your lucky streak , he is incredibly handsome , he towers over you so...deliciously- no- he has a gun, and you have seen him slap the lights out of someone before paying them , but why?

the hairs at the back of your neck are standing with every step you take trailing behind him like a lost puppy . after going out of your wits end demanding that he takes you along wherever he was headed you realize now that maybe it wasn't the wisest of your decision streaks , he looked at you long and deep ,he waited for you to waiver in your impulsive decision and take it back before offering you that faux smile again ,humming in approval and that's all it took for you to wander around in his shadow

you gulp hard and dry, even with his back facing you the memory of his empty eyes haunts you ,how they give you absolutely nothing that could confirm to you that the man in front of you is a normal functioning human being, he choked you , scratch that...he strangled you with a smile

and you honestly don't think you have ever seen him show so much emotion than when he did that to you and it suddenly registers in your mind that maybe you could get yourself home , it wasn't too late , was it ?

it takes you a minute to register where you have stopped as he holds the elevator open for you to enter

you walk inside albeit skeptically staring at your feet , you are doing your best to stay in his good graces while a part of you shouts at you for what you would like to dissociate from

it's a short lived ride as he ushers you out of the elevator, he actually has good manners, he hasn't touched you since he strangled you and you are quite glad for that , this place...it looks like an evacuated complex , whatever it is he holds one of the doors open for you, you gulp again, feeling the tingles in your throat as you stare at the number, 42

"are you going to hurt me?" It's a bit too late but there was never the right opportunity for you to pop the question, you see it again that flash of amusement swimming in his eyes

"do you want me to hurt you?"

you avert your gaze shaking your head no as he doesn't follow up with anything convincing you that you had received some sort of warning

, you take everything in as you walk past the threshold, hearing the soft click of the door closing behind you, the place is actually beautiful, dark but expensive looking with a chandelier that grabs your attention before you hear it, a sound resembling distress, your eyes search restlessly with purpose this time and tears fall on thier own frown your eyes while your legs drag back in the direction you came in , you don't get far because he stands firm behind you,, the fabric of your wet clothes uncomfortably heavy against his form

You are trembling violently and your legs are weak , he is talking behind you but all you can hear is muffled screams of the two bodies feet away from you, blindfolded with delicate silk and gagged with rubber toys that take shape of dog bones

blood, sweat , and tears- blood

"princess?"

Your body is numb all over, his fingers that hoist you up feel so distant and eerie, a sense of dizziness overwhelms you as the world around swirls into emptiness .

It's not sunny , you can't play on your back yard swing , it was a bummer but you also liked you muddy yourself in the rain

another one of your joys that your mother forbade of you , she wasn't wrong

you tend to get colds easily and there was never money for medication or let alone to take you to the clinic , good girls listen to thier mother's , you- listened to your mother

So then why was she shaking you to wake from your violent cough

your room is painfully bright and you slowly pry your eyes open feeling your mother's hand against your forehead

she kissed her teeth before issuing a lecture concluded "it's those miniskirts of yours - where are they , I'm getting you proper clothes..."

you want to protest, get up and defend your closet from the intrusion and before you know it she's walking out with a pile of your clothes

this is just another normal morning in your household , this is your life

You hear your mother telling someone to "throw these out on your way" and you try to get up but your body shoots electric pains literally everywhere, your head feels heavy while you are still just trying to adjust to another morning

it's there at the back of your mind, vivid dark eyes , it was raining just like today, did you dream it ?

what time did you sleep again? , what did you do yesterday, you think you left in your sleep wear , you think you saw the suited man, it rained and you were all drenched it felt so real

You manage to get your feet in the ground, you are still in the night gown you recall putting on last night, it's as dry as it can be, irritating on your aching body

Your mom walk back into your room commanding you to get back into your blankets and you do

your throat is uncomfortabl- your throat, you got strangled?

you feel around the area for validation but your body is just heavy

it felt so real yet the inability of your mind to follow through the events after convince you that it could have been a bad dream

you rest your eyes letting the heaviness of your physique weigh you down into the mattress

your dad walks in as well with a tray in hand, there is a bowl of porridge and some bottles of medication

Your father isn't much of a talker, he's too sweet for your mother is what you used to think when he got yelled at , you wanted to protect him from her when she got loud , you love her but you never liked her voice, it's like your brother's, he is the one who takes after her in looks and everything, you would say he was spoiled too much as a child and your entire family would say you are too sensitive, you then learned to shut your mouth and just live with it

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It took you two days to get out of bed and an additional two to be completely fine

all that is left is to come to your senses because you are actually scared of your mind , somewhere in your bedridden state you had tossed awake from another hyper realistic dream , bloody men , beaten up , they screamed silenced and you couldn't reach them because your body just wouldn't let you and you jolted awake with wet eyes

You had woken up crying again and it was actually getting on your nerves , your had has been spinning as you try to assure yourself that you were not tripping ,the more you healed the clearer your passing week came crashing down on you, you...you were not kidnapped , you were strangled and tagged along willingly ,those two people

did that make you an accessory to murder , maybe he hadn't murdered them maybe- maybe he was a loan shark like those your father owed , he go beaten up every now and then, never to a pulp and never to that extent

you spiral easily as you plant your feet on the ground, whatever he did that mqn was dangerous, you don't recall coming home, your clothes were drenched and you refuse to believe that it was a simple blackout

maybe this was a case for the police

he gave me money

he strangeld me

his wife threatened to kill me

and he had people tied to chairs and he had a gun

you recited as you put on the clothes your mother had planted in your closet realising that you didn't even have the energy to be fuming , not now anyways

your next step was to grab that weird card with you but your frustration only grew as it just appeared to be nowhere, you are almost confident that you put it right there in your little basket ,your mother doesn't touch there

would she?

you storm into the living room ready to cause a scene , respectfully demand that your mother gives it back but your heart instantly freezes and falls to your ass

he looks too big for your couch and your mother is serving tea in her Chinese set that is at least 5 years older than you

she has yet to see you but he does , that bloody eyebrow shooting to the ceiling at the sight of you, those damn eyes never opened to that crazy capacity when he's pretending to be normal-

maybe you could call the cops here

he looks you up and down ,before those dark eyes return to burn holes into yours again , he see's you squirm a little in your spot and he sees her coming when you don't

-you rude litlle girl...forgive her , she is a bi sick- your mother continues to shove you slightly - don't you know how to greet '

''annyeonghaseyo''.

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a broker?

"mhm , we're just waiting for your father to return so that they can discuss his-"

you call bullshit and he can see the fumes from your stubborn brain in the crease of your eyes brows and obvious pout

he of all people knew about that money and he gives you a challenging look

you are in danger and you still haven't called the police

Your dad walk in minutes later and you want to hide him away once again while your mother won't stop singing the praises of the man across the both of you , he could easily be peers with your parents who wasted their entire lives in debts while he took lying to his aging

The night comes , you give up trying to do anything when the man eats dinner at your house , nothing that strange has happened yet but you are still watching him as your existence just blends once again with the walls like you are not even there

even he just got here but he is treated better than you , you yawn , once , twice and all he can think about is how your neck is void of his long fingers , the way your eyes sparkled with layers and layers of tears , how he shouldn't have tasted them because he has missed you to his unbelievable demise

You have haunted him deliciously and he is actually intrigued, he knows what he must do , he knows what follows that intrigue and how it progresses into wanting full control of everything in proximity to you

he can admit that St first he was so pissed to meet you , he couldn't pin point the particular reason but you made him so sick he wanted you discarded as soon as he could manage and the more he seeked you the more he realised that you pissed him off all the lot more without a clue in the world , you should have been welcomed into the game when you called- he knows exactly who you talked to but the slots were not even full so why were you rejected?

It was like whatever God you prayed to was determined to sabotage the great plan he envisioned for you , he was going to forgive you all you had to do was just sit there , be the porcelain doll that everyone treated you like, he had expected so much from you the last time he saw you ,despite not having planned for you he thought it'd be like a little date , he was doing all the work all you had to do was just...enjoy the show -you know what you did? fall limp in his arms , in front of his guests for that matter

you let him down

He was really upset with you, he had to go a little hard on the boys, he was a fair man , it was meant to be a fun game but with your body just layin limp on the couch while the record blended with muffled cries , you were too comfortable , he missed the flash of mortification that had graced your face earlier and that's the issue that brought him here -no...encouragedhim to go inside the premise of your home ,you.

he thought about you way too much ,you basically live on his mind and while just seeing your silhouette from your window could have been enough, you deprived him of that and made the man regret tuning out the idea of spying cameras while his fingers lingered the softness of your cheeks, your neck ,arms and that's all he could morally reach for as long as you stayed out

your light stayed out , your curtains never opened , the better part of him thought you had moved, ran away but he never could have missed that but then again he truly had been to soft on you , you never understood your stakes , him , the danger he already is to you

that could be reason enough for you to flee the country , he debated again that this place was all you knew , even so he had to knock and face your absence, the idea came to him while he stared the ceiling last night , the face you'd make keeping him up all night long ,thought of you came with a distinct category of emotions , an excitement that speaks to the innate humanity in him that he wouldn't feel for just anybody , there was just something tempting about you and you are damn near the most useless of all he has recruited , you are guarded , shielded as if to be kept naive of half of the evil that swim over your head and that...god-he wants to ruin this world for you so bad , in all the unimaginable ways, that's why he had needed to collect his debt while making you an offer you couldn't refuse , hand you what you have waste your pretty days searching for on the streets on a silver platter .

your whole family had completed ,making him half glad , for the better half you looked near mortified-alert but you couldn' say anything , for the suckish part he just thought about shooting everyone to silence just to ,make up for the lost date , no that's not the real reason , he just wanted to be near you but you are all the way across the kitchen helping your mother

the night is nearing it's end when he adds ''by the way Mr LN I see here that your daughter has been struggling to find work, she got decent grades in high school, I bet she'd be perfect for the vacant position at my office ''

You were an adult,he could have asked you, it didn't really matter bcause you don't exist in the system so he needed your loving father's signature before yours

it didn't really cross your father's happy mind to read the contract, he had met his angel and handed you right over to the devil himself , that is how impressionable your parents were , you had learned early on that the liked the easy things , things just handed to them , it often installed that layer of resentment in your head , how they suited one another so well ,despite it all the two were like those genuine love stories that wedding vows were exceptionall built on built on and you despite your stubborn streak were just their child , eager to please them , that is why after the man left you had sat down still and listened to what your father had to say in that soft tone

'this is the opportunity we have prayed for ,for so long. just go tommorrow ...I'm only one call away if you don't like it okay my little pumpkin?'

you nodded ,you could do this , for your parents who loved and protected you dearly

that is why you woke up the next day ,got ready at 5am putting on the navy blue dress that your mother picked out for you , it strangely fit you unlike the rest of the clothes you packed in that suitcase of yours , you got into that black suv that you had found already parked outside and that was it

it was only 6am , you weren't opposed to waking up that early but it was only the first day you had no idea when you had passed out ,waking up in what like like someones living room straight from a magazine

grey and white walls , cloud soft couches judging by the one you lay on which makes you jump instantly as it returns to you slowly by the sight of your dress , you are supposed to be working , your heels had been taken off as if to provide further comfort you had been covered by a shawl that you fold nicely and place there besides you , now all that was left was for you to find out where you were , the man who hired you and possibly get to work

you're actually barely up when the door chimes opening to that man and his briefcase

''you're up.'' it's an observation , he never really asks you are coming to understand as he extends a hand towards you , there is a silent command in his eyes and you take the hand ,getting on your feet with his help ,a minor step in obedience that he approves of with the slight tilt of his head

you will stay here for as long as you work for me , you grow slightly tense as he continues , I pay for everything- all you have to do is obey me , obey my rules , you grow tense as he continues don't worry, it's not for free.

you don't get him, your arm links with his as he guides you around the fancy apartment, laying a bunch of house rules with every door opened

a personal work space

"I don't live with you but I will show up here unannounced, you organize my meetings , plan my days and inform me of new participants , I don't do day offs even on your death bed you are working ,

you dress appropriate for work and all breaks should be reported to me

Bedroom + closet

You wear what I approve of ,you don't leave this house without my permission, when you do leave you tell me of where you're going, you should always be home by 10pm ,your days start at 7am .

Bedroom+ Closet²

he tilts his head as if in thought and proceeds ,I might have to sleep here." your heavy heart feels like you have ran a marathon.

the rest is all the regularities that make an apartment, a fully restocked kitchen and everything else you would never afford.

"everything you need will be right here if not , ask me , you don't talk to people who are not me. as long as you are working here , I own you, you are all mine sgf

once done he turns to you colliding his hands in finality while eyes search yours , he bends your height and you are face to face with him, that cologne itching part of your memory that makes you create some distance between your faces

"Yn-shii ?" he doesn't seem to find that smile of his today , you nod and he shakes his head standing back to his full height

-sir , you are to address me as Sir when I talk to you, you respond when I talk to you, yes?

"yes sir."

"that's a good girl " you damn near side eye him and he seems to be displeased for a flashing second

Thank you -sir

he thinks you are going to get along so well as he take you bacj to your work room

"I like this dress , you can keep it ".

your cheeks shade at the compliment and you know you have found yourself another person to please ,

you walk beside him as you head back to your work room ''everything about the work you do is on your desk , makesure that you read and understand everything, clearly...mistakes stand to receive harsh punishments miss Yn

he pulls out the chair for you to sit and it's like the two of you don't really need words to communicate as he turns to leave you

"h-how do I contact you ?''

it's a ridiculous question as your eyes fall on the landline right beside the papers, it nevertheless makes you realize that you haven't see your phone and you more so ASK YOURSELF

''my phone-''

''you won't be needing that here .''

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you have no idea what it even takes to be a broker and you have no idea what you're doing but you're doing it

print cards , verify files and number them , arrange them in formattable order and prepare everything for pick up .

it's been nearly a week , after you are done with your work on all your days here you have proceeded to make dinner , for him and you even though it made you wonder of his wife who had once threatened your existence for the very same man who you haven't seen since that day you got here , 6 days ago , it was a wednesday then and you still do as you had been told , throughout the week people stopped by ,he'd call you , instructing that you place the packaged box through what looks like those trap doors you see in the movies ,only it's on the wall , it opens when you place the box in and closes as soon as you try to peek inside

6 days , and he hasn't stopped by , you refrigirated the leftovers that you had even thought to give to him as a lunch box but he never showed up, only calls for work , he doesn't even offer the faux reeting anymore and you mi- you would like to see him again.

your days are quite the same , the clothes , glamorous and fitting like a glove make you look foward to the next change and as the the water hits your skin preparing you for the blue nightgown handpicked from the endless selection you can't help your curiosity that brews at the thought of that man , there is just so much you don't know about him , you wonder if it would be rude to ask- questions like why he carried a gun , played games and gave you money , maybe he was just bribing you to agree to working for him

you step out of your shower wrapping a towel around yourself , this empty place , the walls are all you have , you work to sleep and there are infact days where all you wished for was a 9 to 5 , this is it

you always imagined shitty coffee and gossiping coworkers , maybe you'd make friends but you'd never be alone,

everything here is the opposite ,the coffee here is expensive, everything is epensive , even your reflection in the mirror looks nothing like you remeber , everything looks better you should feel better but it draws tears

you exit the bathroom and the silence welcomes you back , you didn't even bother to turn in the lights today, even food was hard to swallow so you gave up on doing anything at all

you hear a sound from the livingroom , it's nothing subtle like a bang on the table

your heart drops to your knees

He's here ?,the light switch is all the way across the room ,and the moonlight is not even enough to help you make anything out

you are well aware that it's him yet that is not even enought to calm you down as you clutch your towel tightly and move as silently as you could afford to where a glass taps faintly , it's him , you can at least make out his silhouette from the kitchen counter , an instant chill running down your back

you don't think you have it in you to speak , you have been quiet for so long and a part of you might even be upset with him that is why you decide against your better sense ,turning on your heels in the direction of your room

the door is just right there , you're nearly there-

''what's wrong with you?''

the words come out a sharp irritated growl , they bounce off the walls and you freeze in your tracks

the lights flicker on blindingly making you squint momentarily disoriented .

he takes , slow deliberate steps , those shiny dress shoes clicking against the marble tiled floor, every step taken in your direction sounding like a ticking time bomb invoking some sort of nausea in you

you suck in a breath and you do it , you turn , your eyes landing at is feet , shiny black dress shoes

''good evening sir.''

your eyes dare to look further past the pristine lines of his suit pants and you see it ,a gruesome red splattered across the collar of his white shirt and the side of his cheek , you meet his eyes briefly , his head tilted to the side ,a silent unsettling question hanging inn the angle, you can never read him but he seems to know you very well, every fear...every tremor ,balancing the cold metal of a gun beneath your chin to keep you from averting your gaze

you are trapped.

''did I not ask a question?''

apart from not knowing what to say you have no clue what he's talking about , too bad your response is to water your eyes away , you are right , he is unpredictable , he's bloody with a gun to your chin and you have no idea what he's talking about

so what it the correct answer when he suddenly pulls the trigger to hold

''n-nothing sir''

you have fucked up , it's written in the movements of his head that moves from side to side as he further invades your personal space and you back away your body shaking hard along with the tears that waste on the towel

your back crashes into the nearest wall and it's not the right time to bring it up but if you are not in a ditch by tomorrow you are definitely out of here

''nothing...?'' he slightly crouches down to eyelevel with you , he get's close you think you can feel his breath on your lips , ragged breaths , soft lips that you would have liked to bite under different circumstances , perhaps in a world where he is not missing a few bolts in that beautiful head of his

his voice is low and menacing against your lips ,the gun could never be forgotten , it's coldness breaks out a cold sweat from you every chance spent there ,''that's not what I want to hear''. it's almost hard for your mind to drift to protection but you push and you push , and another push again until your lips brush against his , you taste the waters , wet eyes and lashes staring at him , it's an unhinged silent plea and his eyes are much darker than you would like to believe

the cold metal is detached from your chin before it's softly tapping against your lips ''open.''

he's too far gone , you can't back out of this , you don't even know what's happening but you obey, the bitter metallic flavor of the gun immediately invades your mouth but your eyes stay on his , shaky yet unwavering ,he could ruin you right here , destroy all those barriers the people around you wasted their lives building just for him to come along and-

''good girl, fuuuck-''

it's a swift motion in which the retracts the gun from your mouth , facing it toward the ceiling and releasing his finger on the trigger

it's loud ,deafening even and the result is a hole above your head ,it could have easily been your head but that's a side mater when your eyes pass over the bulge in his pants

was he...

You can't help but stare a moment longer , your mind racing with conflicting emotions. Fear, anxiety, and a hint of arousal swirl together in a toxic mix.

His eyes seem to bore into yours, as if daring you to look away, it's all so overwhelming with the gunshot still ringing in your ears

he is intrigued when you don't look away , that damned eyebrow doing it again as his skilled fingers hover above the knot of your towel as if to test the waters

you release a shaky harbored breath , you're so vulnerable under him- so meek and there is a hint of curiosity reflected back at him through your sparkling eyes

the corner of his lips tip up ,your entire body is heating up ,heart racing as you struggle to keep his gaze

''mhm...good to know''.

he removes himself completely off you , drinking you in one last time with those dark eyes before walking off to the room across the hall

''it won't be the ceiling next time you decide to lie to me -and make sure you get that fixed.''

he points upwards before the door shuts and you are left to gather yourself back together again after being around him , it makes you wonder

are you always going to be this drained at the end of everyinteraction with him ,tou wouldn't have to worry about that if you knew an approach to quitting.

❁ - ❁

[kwanisms]

Kinktober 「10:06」 — k.woosung

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➮ werewolf!Woosung × fem!Reader wc: 5.4k summary: All you wanted was a quiet, relaxing night to yourself after a tough week at work. One night to relax and unwind. With your clothes in the wash, you decide to borrow one of your roommate’s shirts. Something he notices when you walk back into the living room while he’s taking a break from gaming. genres/themes/au: angst/fluff/smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, supernatural and horror themes, mentions of: pee, food consumption, alcohol, physical violence (as a joke); sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! taglist for kinktober is CLOSED. Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: this is my first time writing for Woosung so pls be nice! He’s been plaguing my thoughts a lot outside of this special and originally, this was supposed to be Tao but because of his impending nuptials and the announcement of his relationship, I’m respecting that and decided to make this my introduction to writing for the Rose, by request of my best friend! Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), knotting, creampie, unprotected sex (use condoms), use of pet names (hers: baby, darling, etc.; his: daddy), oral (f receiving), mild praise (f receiving), and that should be all but let me know if I missed any! kinks: Knotting + creampie dialogue prompt: ❛❛ Is that my shirt? ❜❜

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To say you had a shit day was an understatement.

First, your alarm went off late, then you burnt your toast while getting ready to leave the apartment, so you decided to stop by a coffee shop and get a muffin with your coffee but the line was so long so by the time you finally got to the office, you were late and while your boss was kind, you felt extremely bad and it set the mood for your entire day.

You were swamped with work, meetings one right after another. Your lunch in the breakroom fridge got thrown away by mistake so you decided to get something from the vending machines just to get you through the rest of the day but the machine ate your first bill and by the time you returned to your desk, you were drained and not ready to face the rest of your shift.

But face it you did, sitting through boring end of quarter meetings, watching slideshows about growth projections and even a couple meetings that could have been emails instead. By the time the end of the day rolled around, you were ready to go home and relax, ready to enjoy the weekend.

The trip home wasn’t any better than the trip to work. You missed your train as it was 15 minutes early and left before you got there, so you had to wait at the station for another 20 minutes for another train which also did not arrive at the correct time. So instead, you went back up to the street to see if the bus was any better. While waiting at the stop, someone’s dog tried to use your leg as a fire hydrant but managed to only get your shoe.

So now your foot was covered in piss, you were stuck in the city for almost an hour after work. By the time you arrived at your building, you discovered the elevator was down and you had no choice but to climb the stairs. To the fifth floor.

When you finally reached your front door, you were hot, sweaty, your foot was covered in dog piss, you were late, and all you wanted was to shower and then curl up in bed with a bottle of wine and cry for the rest of the night.

You pushed open the door after unlocking it, slamming it shut before kicking off your soiled shoe, cursing as you grabbed a paper towel, removed your stocking and grabbed the shoe to toss in the trash bin. The urine had soaked into it for over an hour and there was unfortunately no saving it, nor your stocking.

You kicked off your other shoe, adding it and your stocking to the trash and headed for your room, passing by your roommate’s shut door. You could vaguely hear soft music coming from behind the door as you passed and wished you had the tenacity and motivation to do what he did for work.

You knew being a full time content creator was not the easiest job in the world but Woosung made it seem easy. He was a largely popular twitch streamer with a large following and he managed to land several sponsorships and brand deals.

He paid his fair share of the rent, utilities, and groceries and you had no complaints. He was a generally quiet, clean, and courteous roommate and did his fair share of the chores. He was great company when you did spend time together and he was also a really great listener.

Not even the fact that he was a werewolf could put a damper on how much you loved sharing a space with him.

As you entered your room, you noticed your hamper and cursed under your breath. You still had a mountain of laundry to do. As you walked over and lifted the lid, you noticed it was empty. Shutting the lid, you saw a yellow post-it note sitting on the top of the lid.

I didn’t have enough laundry for a load so I added mine to yours.

Hope you don’t mind (:

~ your cool roommate

The corners of your eyes burned as you read the note over and over. The gesture meant more than you could say and as you walked out of your room and over to the small closet where the washer and dryer sat, you saw your clothes spinning with his, suds swirling around. ‘He must have just started the load before I got home,’ you told yourself.

You opened the dryer, hoping some of your clothes might be in here but it was only his. Cursing softly, you grabbed one of the tee shirts, a cream colored one with the picture of a Joshua tree with gray rocks in the background. It was one he’d gotten during one of his visits to the California national park.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to borrow his shirts when your clothes were in the wash as you often forgot to do your laundry in intervals so you always had clean clothes. You pulled the shirt out and shut the dryer, returning to your room to shower and change.

When you exited your room, wearing the shirt and a pair of loose shorts, you headed to the kitchen to make yourself some comfort ramen before drowning in a bottle of your favorite wine. You set up the pot with water and set it to boil, adding the noodles and soup base.

Once it was done, you sat at the kitchen island, eating the meal until it was all gone. It wasn’t the healthiest but sometimes you wanted something that tasted good, not necessarily something that was good for you. As you were washing the pot, you heard the soft click of a door and footsteps padding down the hall towards the kitchen.

“Hey,” your roommate said. You glanced over your shoulder at him and smiled. “Hey, Woo,” you said, turning back to finish washing the pot as he moved to open the fridge, rummaging around until he grabbed a can of cola and shut it.

You heard the snap of the metal as he popped the tab and the first sip. You could feel his eyes on you but kept to your task, rinsing the pot and setting it aside to dry before rinsing down the sink basin. Woosung said nothing as he drank from the can, standing in the kitchen and watching you rinse the sink and wipe the counter. He finished the small can, tossing it in the recycle as you set aside the dish gloves and turned to face him.

His eyes immediately went to your torso, noticing the shirt.

A look came over him as his eyes narrowed. “Is that my shirt?” he asked suddenly. You nodded, stomach sinking as you suddenly wondered if you crossed a line by wearing it. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “I should have asked,” you continued. “I just didn’t have any clean shirts.”

Woosung blinked rapidly as he stared before tearing his gaze away. “It’s fine,” he said in a tense voice. “I need to go do something,” he added in an undertone before heading back in the direction of his room, leaving you staring after him, confusion written on your expression.

Shutting the door with a soft click, Woosung let out a groan, walking over to and throwing himself face down on his bed. The sight of you in his shirt had awakened something in him and he needed to leave the room before he crossed any lines. He’d been struggling with these thoughts since well before today.

Most of the time, he was able to mask them, push them down, but for some reason, now of all times, he just couldn’t do it. He’d been on the verge of pouncing on you from the moment you walked into the room he happened to be occupying at the time for the last couple weeks.

He wasn’t sure how long he lay there, stewing in thoughts of you in his clothes, thoughts of you not in his clothes, thoughts of you not in any clothes when there was a soft knock at the door. He lifted his head, turning to face the door, uncertain if he heard correctly but when he heard another knock, he knew he wasn’t imagining things.

He got up with a groan, walking over to unlock and turned the knob, pulling the door open. He regretted it instantly, finding you standing on the other side, still in his shirt and those tiny shorts. He held his breath as you stood there, looking up at him with those curious eyes of yours. The same eyes he envisioned himself looking into as he fu—

“Did I upset you?” you asked, drawing him from his thoughts. Woosung sighed, giving you a tired smile. “No,” he said, leaning against the door frame. “I’m not upset, darlin’,” he answered. “I’ve just been out of it lately.” Your brows furrowed together in worry.

“Anything I can do to help?” you asked and he cursed you internally for being so helpful. There were a great many things you could do to help him but he pushed those thoughts from his mind. He didn’t want to push things into awkward territory because he knew once that line was crossed, there was no going back.

“Nah,” he answered finally. “Just something I have to handle on my own,” he added with a reassuring smile. Your eyes narrowed slightly before widening. “Oh!” you said, suddenly looking very embarrassed as you looked around. “S-sorry!” you squeaked. It took Woosung all but two seconds to figure out he had given you the wrong impression.

“Oh, oh my god no! Not that!” he said quickly, waving his hands. You looked back at him, noticing the pink tinge of his cheeks. As he let out an awkward laugh, running his fingers through his hair, you were suddenly overwhelmed with an unexplainable attraction to him. It wasn’t like he was never attractive before but you’d always firmly seen him as your roommate and now?

Something was different.

Woosung noticed the shift in your demeanor, hell he could smell the difference. He didn’t even need body language. He wasn’t a stranger to the stench of arousal; in fact, it was a smell he knew all too well. He’d just never smelt it like this coming off of you.

It took every ounce of willpower he had to not jump you right then and there. He needed to get out of this situation before he did something he would regret. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can help you with?” you asked, taking a step forward. Woosung’s breath caught in his throat.

“I-I’m sure,” he answered, chuckling nervously. He didn’t miss the way your expression fell as you took a step back. “Well, if you insist,” you said softly. As you started to turn away, Woosung felt like he could breathe but suddenly you turned back to look at him. “Thanks by the way.”

He tilted his head curiously. “For what?”

“For doing my laundry,” you replied. “I know it’s not a big deal but today has been… an ordeal,” you said with a sigh. Woosung could hear the exhaustion in your voice. It wasn’t a physical exhaustion, it was a mental one. It was the tone he would normally hear before offering to listen to you because he actually cared about you. He didn’t like it when you were upset.

He liked it better when you were smiling and laughing at his dumb jokes.

“Oh no,” he said with a slight smirk. “What happened?” You looked up at him, your eyes shining with unshed tears and his smile fell immediately. “I had a really shitty day,” you replied, holding back a sob. He couldn’t bring himself to turn you away now, not when he could see that you were on the verge of tears. . He always provided you a shoulder to cry on and he wasn’t about to deny you that.

Opening his bedroom door more, he stepped back. “C’mere,” he said, holding out a hand for you. Hesitantly, you took it and allowed him to guide you into his room as he shut the door behind you. He guided you over to the bed, sitting you down before grabbing his desk chair and rolling it over to sit in front of you.

“Talk,” he said simply as he sat down. You looked up at him before bursting into tears, relaying the events of the day to him from waking up late all the way to missing the train. Woosung listened without complaint, as he always did. At some point he took your hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back with his thumb.

“And when I was waiting for the bus, someone’s fucking dog peed on my shoe and ruined it!” you sobbed, tears streaming down your cheeks. Woosung’s brow furrowed. “You mean the owner let their dog piss on you? What the actual fuck?” he snapped.

“Where did this happen?” he asked. “What did the dog look like?”

You look up at him, your sobs subsiding for a moment. “What? Wh-why?”

“Cause I’m gonna go case the area and beat the shit out of the owner for letting their dog pee on someone. Who the fuck does that?” A look of confusion crossed your face before you let out a laugh. Woosung’s expression softened immediately, reaching up to wipe a tear away.

“Gotcha,” he said with a smile, his voice softer. “I am serious though,” he added.

“I will go jump the owner, if you want me to.”

You shook your head, bringing your hands up to wipe your face. Woosung got up, grabbed a box of tissues from his desk and handed them to you. Thanking him, you used them to wipe your face and nose while he sat back down in his chair.

“You wanna order takeout and watch Gilmore Girls again? From the beginning?” he asked. You shook your head. “No,” you replied, looking up to meet his gaze. “But thank you. I think I’ll just go lay down and wallow in my misery for the night.” Woosung chuckled as you got up, moving to grab all your used tissues. Woosung rolled over to his desk, grabbing the waste bin, and rolled back.

You tossed the tissues in and thanked him again.

He got up after placing the bin back and walked you to the door.

“Maybe I’ll get on tinder,” you said suddenly. Woosung wrinkled his nose. “Why the fuck would you do that?” he asked as he leaned against the doorframe while you stood in the hallway. “I think I just need someone to fuck the sadness out of me,” you replied, your tone light and joking but Woosung felt a shift in the atmosphere.

“Ah well, goodnight,” you said, starting to turn away. Unable to control his movements, Woosung stepped forward, hand closing around your wrist, preventing you from leaving. You turned to look down at his hand around your wrist before looking up to meet his gaze. “What’re you—?”

“Don’t,” he said suddenly. You stared back at him, confusion invading your senses. “Don’t what?” you asked curiously. “Don’t go on tinder to find someone to fuck you,” he answered quickly. A little too quickly. “Woosung,” you started. “I was just kiddi—”

“Let me do it.”

‘Well that was unexpected.’

You stared back at him, eyes wide, brows raised as he held your gaze. As you studied his face, you could tell there wasn’t even an ounce of humor in his expression. He was being serious. “Wait,” you said softly. “You’re being serious?” you asked. Woosung nodded, again much too quickly. He was eager.

“Yes,” he answered. “Don’t bring some stranger into our home. If you want someone to fuck the sadness out of you, let me do it.”

You stared at him incredulously, a thousand reasons why this was a bad idea invading your mind, mostly about him being your roommate and potentially ruining the dynamic and making things extremely awkward. If you turned him down now, it would definitely make things awkward but if you accepted, wouldn’t that also make things awkward?

“But we’re roommates,” you said softly as he gently tugged you closer, keeping his eyes locked on yours. “So?” he asked softly as he pulled you into him. “It’s not uncommon for roommates to eventually hookup,” he added. “But what if this makes things weird between us?” you whispered as his hand moved up to cup your chin, tilting your head back.

“It doesn’t have to be weird,” he replied. “Not if we don’t make it weird.”

You stared up at him as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “Think about it,” he added. “You know me. We’ve lived together for how long? Three years at least? You trust me, right?” he asked. You nodded slowly, lips parting slightly.

Testing the waters, Woosung gently pushed his thumb between your parted lips, letting out a sigh as he felt your tongue meet his thumb as the pad pressed into your mouth. “Will you let me?” he asked softly, his free hand coming up to the back of your neck. You looked up at him, saliva pooling in your mouth as the pad of his thumb pressed down on your tongue.

“How about it, darlin’?” he asked. “Will you let me fuck the sadness out of you?”

An intense need washed over you and without thinking, you nodded as he retracted his thumb from your mouth. “I need to hear you say it, Y/N,” he said, taking your face in his hands. “Yes,” you croaked out. “Please, Woosung.”

“Please fuck the sadness out of me.”

Woosung pulled you into a kiss, lips crashing against yours roughly. Your hands settled on his chest as he backed into the room, pulling you with him until he could kick the door shut with his foot. His hands slid down your neck and shoulders to your sides until they found purchase on your hips, turning your back towards his bed as he guided you towards it.

You stopped when the back of your legs bumped the edge of the mattress but still Woosung didn’t break the kiss. He’d been thinking of this moment for longer than he’d like to admit and now he finally had you ready and willing in his grasp. He finally broke the kiss, lips trailing down the side of your neck as you tilted your head, giving him more access.

Goosebumps erupted over your skin as his hand moved down, smoothing over the curve of your ass and grabbing a handful of it, pulling your hips against his. “Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are?” he whispered in your ear. You shook your head as you felt his tongue against your skin.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time you borrowed one of my shirts,” he admitted. “Seeing you in my clothes makes me want to rip them off, pin you down, and fuck you until you can’t walk.” You let out a groan as his teeth sank into your skin. “Fuck, make that sound again, baby,” he groaned.

You let out another moan as he grinded against you, his half hard cock pressing into you. “Come here,” he said, sliding his hands down to the back of your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted you with a surprising amount of strength that probably had a lot more to do with his werewolf nature than with the amount of time he spent in the gym.

He climbed into the bed, walking on his knees until he was able to drop you in the center of the mattress, leaning over you. His lips met yours again in a passionate kiss as his hands moved down to your waist, dipping under his shirt. His fingers left fire in their wake as his hands moved up to cup your chest under the shirt.

“No bra?” he groaned against your mouth. “God, you drive me fucking crazy.” Your back arched off the sheets as he grinded against your clothed pussy. “Woosung,” you groaned, hips rolling to match his movements. “Yeah, babe?” he asked, his breath hot against your skin.

“I need you,” you answered breathlessly, fingers dragging through his dark locks. You heard him chuckle softly. “You have me, baby. I’m not going anywhere until I’ve made you cum on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock,” he murmured. He pushed the shirt you wore up above your breast, thumbs brushing over your nipples as he kissed along your jaw.

Quickly, he pulled back, helping you pull the shirt off and tossing it aside. His eyes roamed your body, drinking in every detail. You started to feel hyper aware of every mark, and scar and attempted to cover yourself but he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“Don’t even think about hiding from me,” he said as his hands slid down your arms. Your lips parted in a sigh as he cupped your chest again, gently kneading your breasts. “God,” he groaned as he watched your body react to his touches. “You have the perfect tits.”

Your cheeks burned. “Woosung,” you whined. “What?” he asked, picking up your tone of embarrassment. “It’s true, baby. The things I want to do to these,” he added, squeezing them once more before his hands slid down to your shorts. “But this ain’t about me,” he continued.

“This is about you.”

His fingers tucked under the waistband of your shorts and panties, wasting no time as he pulled them both down your thighs and discarded them somewhere in the room, telling himself that he’d clean up later. He sat back on his heels, spreading your thighs and getting an eyeful of your wet pussy.

You watched as he licked his lips, the urge to close your legs crossing your mind but even if you had tried, he wouldn’t have let you as he held them open with a strong grip. “Remember what I said earlier?” he asked, not looking up from your cunt.

“‘I’m not going anywhere until I’ve made you cum on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock,’” he repeated. You nodded as his hands skimmed along the inside of your thighs. “Which do you want first?” You stared back at him as his words sank in. You had no idea where you wanted him to start. Your eyes watched as his tongue peeked out, wetting his lips.

“Tongue,” you said instantly. A smirk spread across his face as he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside. You didn’t get the chance to appreciate his body as he leaned over, kissing down the valley between your breasts, his kisses moving down your stomach until he drew level with your mound.

He laid down, getting comfortable as he spread your thighs. He glanced up once, meeting your eyes and giving you a smirk before he looked back down.

The first lick against your clit was slow, deliberate as he dragged his tongue up, making you moan loudly. He groaned against you, enjoying the taste on his tongue. “You taste so good,” he mumbled, pulling back briefly before going back in, tongue gliding over your clit in slow drags.

Your fingers curled into the sheets as your back arched off the bed. “F-fuck, don’t stop,” you moaned. Woosung took that personally, wrapping his arms around your thighs and holding you down as his mouth moved over your pussy, tongue dragging over wherever it could reach. From your clit to your entrance but he focused most of his attention on your clit, licking and suckling on the senstive nub until your thighs were shaking.

“M’close!” you gasped, tension building in the pit of your stomach until it snapped and you came with a moan of his name. Woosung pulled back, wiping his mouth and chin quickly before kissing his way up your body until his lips found yours, tongue slipping into your mouth as his fingers traced around your entrance, sliding into you quickly.

He barely gave you time to recover as he started pumping them in and out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace, curling them against your walls and making you moan against his mouth. He set a steady pace, alternating between pumping his fingers and curling them, enjoying the way your body responded to both motions.

“Come on, baby,” he groaned, moving his fingers faster. “Cum for me again. I know you can give me another one.” You let out a whimper as your orgasm approached quickly. “That’s it, baby girl, let go,” he cooed, smiling against your lips as you came again, walls fluttering around his fingers as he helped you ride it out. “Good girl,” he whispered between kisses. “You’re doing so well for me.”

You whined as pulled his fingers from you, eyes fluttering open as he removed his shorts and underwear. “Fuck,” he swore. “Let me get a condom.” He started to get up but you grabbed his arm. “Don’t,” you said breathlessly. “I’m on birth control and I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”

Woosung stared at you, eyes wide. “Are you sure?” he asked. He was perfectly fine with foregoing condoms if it’s what you wanted but he wanted you to be absolutely sure. You nodded, tugging him back towards you. “Yes,” you said, nodding eagerly. “Just fuck me, please.”

Woosung slotted himself between your thighs, lips meeting yours as he kissed you slowly. “Are you absolutely sure, baby?” he whispered, pressing short kisses against your lips and cheeks. You nodded once more. “Yes, I’m sure. Please, daddy.”

Woosung’s eyes popped open as the name slipped out and he pulled back to look at you, a mischievous smile slowly spreading across his face. “Daddy, huh?” he whispered, chuckling when you whined in embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” you whined but he shook his head, kissing your cheeks again. “S’okay, baby. If you wanna call me daddy, I don’t mind.”

You felt the head of his cock sliding between your folds, pressing against your swollen clit. “I’m still gonna fuck the sadness out of you so it doesn’t matter what you call me.”

Before you could respond, he started to push into you, cock sliding into your hole slowly, stretching you as he gave you inch by inch until his shaft was buried fully inside you. He let out a strained groan as your walls enveloped him, his hips stilling as he let both of you adjust slowly.

“F-fuck,” he gasped, resting his forehead against yours. “Feels so fucking good, baby.” You whined in response, wiggling your hips and silently begging him to move. He didn’t need you to tell him again as he pulled back, sliding out of you before snapping his hips into you, sheathing his cock in one thrust and making you moan loudly.

“M’gonna fuck the sadness out of you,” he said in a low, deep voice. “But I need to know how hard you want it.” You grabbed the back of your thighs, pulling your legs closer and letting him sink deeper. “Hard,” you said softly as he pulled back to look at you. “If you’re going to fuck the sadness out of me,” you started, staring into his eyes.

“You’re gonna need to do it hard and fast. Make me forget everything bad that’s happened today.”

Woosung let out a chuckle, nodded. “You got it, baby girl.”

He immediately set a fast, hard pace, thrusting into you with deep, powerful strokes that had you choking on your moans as the sound of skin echoed around his room. Your cheeks burned as you heard the wet sound of his cock entering your cunt repeatedly but you couldn’t be bothered to say anything about it when the base of his cock pressed against your lips.

You hadn’t gotten a good look at it but you knew as a werewolf, he had some parts that weren’t entirely human. You sort of wish you’d gotten a look at his cock but you could feel the difference. With each thrust, the knot at the base of his cock pounded against your hole. You wondered if he was going to try and fit it inside you but that was something for future you to worry about.

“F-hng-fuck,” you moaned. “So fucking big.” Woosung let out a groan, cock twitching inside you. “You like it baby?” he whispered in your ear. “Like how my big cock feels inside you? Like how it stretches your tight little cunt?” You nodded, whimpers leaving your lips as you could feel the knot pressing against your hole even more, a slight stinging as it tried to enter you.

“M’gonna fuck you full,” he growled, thrusts increasing in pace and power as he tried to push the knot into you. “M’gonna fill this little pussy and knot you.” You gasped out as he slammed into you, the knot pushing halfway into you and making you cry out.

“I can’t, daddy! S’too big!” you whimpered. Woosung pulled back, resuming his thrusts. “You can take it, baby girl. I know you can,” he murmured. “Come on, baby. Show me how well you take it.”

He slammed into you again and you cried out as the knot pushed inside you, stretching your cunt as the pain stung, a burning settling in your pussy as he pushed all the way in until your cunt wrapped around the base of the knot, firmly locking him in place as he came, your cunt clenching around his cock.

The feeling of his seed spilling into you had you cumming in time, walls fluttering around his cock, knot and all. As the aftershocks of your orgasm washed over you, Woosung coaxed you through it, gently thrusting while buried deep inside you. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Taking all of it. I bet you feel so full,” he continued. “How does it feel, baby?”

Truthfully, the sting of taking the knot had subsided the moment you came and he was right, you felt extremely full of not only his cock but all of the cum he just dumped into you. As your cunt continued to contract around him, lodging the knot inside your walls, you could feel the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.

“So full,” you moaned. Woosung let out a chuckle as he rested his weight on top of you, getting comfortable. “How long do we have to stay like this?” you asked, curiosity taking over. “Mmm,” Woosung hummed as he thought for a moment. “Maybe like an hour?” he said, not entirely certain. “That was a pretty large load,” he added. “The knot takes some time to go down after it starts swelling.”

“It is pretty large,” you noted in a low tone. Woosung let out a laugh. “Oh baby, this is what it’s normally like. It’s just now starting to swell.” Your eyes snapped open as you met his gaze. “What?” you asked incredulously. As you spoke, you could feel his cock start to throb. “There it goes,” he said and you moaned, feeling the knot start to throb as well, slowly, it started to swell, your cunt stretching around it.

“Oh fuck me,” you groaned as Woosung pushed his cock further, making sure the knot was full enclosed in your walls. “It’s okay,” he reassured you. “We’re gonna be like this for a while,” he added as he peppered your face in kisses, making you giggle.

“Did it work?” he asked suddenly, pulling back to look at you. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at him. “Did what work?” A smile spread across his face. “Did I fuck the sadness out of you?”

You laughed loudly, ending in a moan as the knot swelled even more. “Yeah,” you answered with a nod, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth briefly. “Yeah, it worked. I don’t even remember why I was sad.” Woosung’s smile grew, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. “Good,” he muttered.

“Just let me know the next time you’re sad and I’ll fuck it out of you again.” You giggled as he kissed your face more. “How about you just fuck me whenever?” you asked. Woosung stared down at you, his smile turning into a smirk. “Yeah?” he asked. “Got a taste for the knot and now you want it all the time?” You rolled your eyes, a smirk tugging at your own lips. “Isn’t that what they say?”

“Get knotted one time and you’ll never want another cock?”

Woosung burst into laughter. “That’s not a thing but sure,” he replied. “Once you get the knot, you’ll never swap.”

“Or something like that.”

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Swallowed Whole by The Flame (Messmer the Impaler x Tarnished! Reader) 15

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Summary: Tarnished and Messer get familiar with one another.

A/N: Happy New Year All! I hope you're all doing well. Lo and behold, I have finally released the NSFW chapter. This will be 18+ so do please read the tags for this chapter.

This chapter is rated S for SUPER FUCKING SPICY🌶️🌶️🌶️ Warnings for this chapter: swearing, handjobs, p in v sex, oral (f & m receiving), cream pies, LOTS of bodily fluids.

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Chapter 15: Yearning

You didn't even remember how you got to the elevator without ripping each other's clothes off, for the serenity of being in Messmer's arms kept you relatively grounded. The ride-up feels like it is going on forever, a race to the upper floors, yet the thrill of being caught by someone seems to make you far too giddy.

The redhead has not stopped kissing you, his claws fingers finding purchase on your hips, dancing along your skin, leaving pinpricks over your exposed skin.

Your heart feels caged in your ribs, and you're aware Messmer must sense your excitement, and hear how fast it races. You're kissing him and sighing happily in his arms, aware that he's growing bolder in his touches, finding the extra time to squeeze skin in areas you didn't think would excite you. You let out an especially loud yelp when you feel something or rather someone grope at your backside, pulling back inches from his face to give him a playful scowl.

Messmer seems enlightened in his administration, but he's gentler this time with you so you don't fidget or squirm from the sensitivity.

With the elevator groaning to a stop, Messmer steps off with you, cradling you as he finds his room from memory.

You dare not overthink things: in realising what is about to take place behind those closed doors. It comes to you as a surprise how far the two of you have come: from sworn enemies to allies, to now, about to share a bed with Marika's firstborn and forgotten son.

The door swings heavy on its hinges, and the two of you go, Messmer taking the time to cast light with candles you must ask him how he does. The room glows with a soft ambience, waiting for what's to come. Messmer shuts the door with you still in his arms, messily throwing his helm to the side as he takes you to his large bed.

Placing you down gently, Messmer waits a heartbeat for you to adjust comfortably on the plush sheets before he joins you, careful in the way he climbs on top of you; his long, strong legs and arms trapping you beneath him.

You shudder from his mere size, exhaling lightheadedly as you take in the redhead. Messmer seems nervous, his golden eye taking you in as if slowly unravelling you with his mind alone to have you undressed.

Taking the hint, your hands dance over your collarbones, over the nightgown that is hiding all from Messmer's gaze, before one of his hands stops you. "Prithee, allow me," he murmurs with tenderness in his tone. You notice the way he is shaking, his hands visible hovering over you and uncertain where to even begin. "Are you..." you begin to ask, but he is already nodding, as if he knows what you are asking.

"Ah, forgive me for mine own lack of experience." He says, his wan skin rouging with colour as he looks away. You gently bring him back, giving him a reassuring smile. "It's alright, we can take it slowly."

Messmer is pleased to know you're not disappointed in his lack of conquests, though you do wonder how someone of Marika's stock, a prince who could have anything he wished for, did not have his fair share of those who wished to lie with him. Perhaps, it distracted him from his true purpose of Marika's ideals.

You jolt suddenly, your thoughts distracted and your mind goes blank when you feel a hand gingerly hold your left ankle, hovering upwards on your thighs. "I wisheth for thee to cometh undone from me first." He confesses earnestly, and it has your chest squeeze from how he wishes for your wants first.

Messmer himself, fears if he dares even look upon your naked form, he will combust.

You allow him to take his time in getting used to this new vulnerability, for you do not doubt that he is simply terrified of opening up to someone else. Obliging, your head lays back onto the pillow, sighing dreamily as he takes his time, loving the way his hands feel as they map over your body.

It is different from what you can remember of Godwyn's touches; his rough hands groped you when you sat in his lap, always needing to touch you in places you didn't wish to be touched. Messmer, however, was softer, touching you like you were fine glass, afraid you'd crack under pressure.

Messmer looks over every curve, scar and dip, from the way your skin glows beneath the candlelight, to the way your body reacts to every little touch. Messmer can feel himself growing excited, not even from seeing your naked form, even whilst his hands explore higher, he takes in every small movement that comes from you. He gauges your reactions, from the way your mouth hangs open slightly, to how you spread yourself a little more for him to get further access to you.

He gropes at your inner thighs, leaving your weeping sex alone for now as he dares not to pull up your nightgown despite how tempting it may be. He is a man of patience, and even he is impressed by how much is holding onto this longing.

"I has't seen many treasures, artefacts and wonders, but none has't did impress me as much as thee doth, mine starlight." His voice comes out hoarse, wetting his lower lip as he continues to inspect you. His hand reaches up, over your hips, along your stomach and hovering lightly over one of your perk breasts.

Your breath hitches, watching him silently, waiting patiently as you can for him to touch you there, only when he does, do you let the sweetest of moans that he's ever heard come from you. His large hand encompasses your breast, the perfect size for him as he massages it through the thin cloth of the shift, feeling the nipple harden beneath his palm. 

Messmer sighs musingly, swapping sides to give the other treatment, feeling you grow more fidgety beneath him the more he touches and gropes. 

He takes note of it, but continues his teasing, enjoying the way you squirm, your body reacting to him just as the way he anticipated. It does a lot to him to hear the way you whine, moan, and whisper his name in the sweetest of songs he's blessed to hear. "Messmer-" you whine, taking hold of the hand at your breast and redirecting him to cradle your face.

Messmer obliges, leaning over you to kiss you softly, enjoying the way his mouth feels against yours, your tongue darting over his bottom lip as he allows entrance. You're more than surprised to feel the long, slender tongue he has, and the way you feel completely consumed by him as the two of you deeply kiss, touching one another with urgency.

Eos and Fos hover above you, inspecting you, though, you do not feel overwhelmed by their presence, rather, acknowledging that they're one with Messmer and they don't make you feel uncomfortable. Eos moves so he's peering over from Messmer's left side, whilst Fos moves closer to you, flicking their tongue towards your salty skin.

Messmer pulls back to allow to give you room, his attention back to you, and with some permission through his facial features and your approval, he slowly raises your gown, giving him a full view of the lower part of your body. 

"Thou art divine." He is at a loss for words, saying your true name in the softest of voices, taken aback by the sight of your puffy lips and slickness, not a singular touch has been given but around it. He leans closer to your sex, inspecting it, leaving you flushed as a finger lightly touches the hood of your clit. You jolt upright, causing the both of you to lightly chuckle; it felt nice for the mood to not be so tense.

Propping himself on his elbows, Messmer gives you one look for final permission, "May I?"

You nod, hair slick to your forehead from the heat of the room to the tension building. With a kiss to your inner thighs, Messmer leans close, experimentally pressing his mouth to your slick folds.

"Oh, Gods." You cry, squeezing the sheets surrounding you, your sex quivering to the delighted sounds of Messmer, groaning from your taste. Messmer the Impaler is eating you out; The demigod who conquered all the land for this mother's name is moaning from your taste, begging for more. 

It is all that is needed for him to delve in, hearing your cries of approval; tugging your lower body closer to him as he begins his conquest. His long arms hooked underneath your thighs, giving extra room to continue to touch both your breasts as he sucked lightly on your folds, switching between that and licking your clit. The pleasure was intense, crying out his name as you clung to what you could.

"Gods! Messmer-"

"-There is nay God here, dearest," Messmer mumbles into your sex, looking up to make fervent eye contact with you before continuing. Your head rolled back to the pillows, trying your best not to squish his head with your thighs as he ate you out like a man starved. It didn't help the noises he made, groaning deeply as he swallowed your essence, drinking it up as if you were the finest of liquids, poured by the divinity.

The winged serpents ended up in between the two of you, tasting the air to the cries of intertwined sounds.

It didn't take long for the pressure to build in your lower stomach, the pressure building and building so quickly, that you didn't have time to catch up. "Fuck, wait, I'm-"

Your moans increased as your orgasm hit you, legs twitching and sex trying to get as much of Messmer's tongue as you came down from your high. Messmer didn't stop from his act, simply bringing you down from your high as he kissed your quivering sex. He pulled away to look up when your orgasm calmed, his mouth and chin were slick with you, but he didn't seem to mind in the slightest.

"Dearest, thy cries art the sweetest." He groans, touching his clothed bulge, desperate to be consumed by you.

It was hard not to notice how big he was, even when he was still fully clothed. You knew it must've been painful, that he needed to feel appreciated too. Propping yourself on your elbows, you reached towards him, taking in his nerves. "Allow me." You mused, placing your over his hand that was on the bulge and slowly replacing it with yours. He tensed, his cock twitched as soon as you made contact and he let out a long hiss. His clothed cock was heavy in your hand, tucked away but begging to be released. Straightening yourself up, you sat close to him on the edge of the large bed, slowly beginning to tug on his outer clothing, begging with your eyes to ask if you were allowed to do so.

Messmer followed, tugging first off his red fiery cloak, kicking off his sandals and greaves until he was left in the chainmail and breechcloth covering his erection. His fiery red locks were dishevelled, his skin flushed with colour as he nervously tucked his arms inwards to make himself look smaller. "I want to make you feel good, Messmer." You purr, stroking slowly over the bulge, watching as Messmer lets out a shaky exhale. Gritting his teeth, he widened his legs for better access, before muttering. "T'is... different."

You realise what he means, but it doesn't stop you. "That's alright." You slowly edge his breechcloth to the side, pulling forth the full length of him out. It sprung forth, and you couldn't help but immediately have a watery mouth. It was long and thick, maybe around eight or nine inches, with a long, thick vein that wrapped around the shaft. The head was weeping with precum, a bulbous head that to you, looked completely normal.

By now, Messmer was a mess, embarrassment had seized his body, his breathing shallow as he watched intently, trying to keep his hands to himself but failing terribly. "Dearest-"

"-You're so beautiful, Messmer." You speak, which earns him to have cheeks that match his hair. Stroking him lightly earned the most delicious of noises to come from the demigod; garbled whines, whimpering of your name and other things that were incoherent. The heat that came from his cock was immense as if you had dunked your hand into a pool of still-cooling lava rocks and they were scolding to the touch. 

"Prithee, I'm already so close. I cannot-" His moans were the prettiest thing: airy and light. Messmer bucked his hips in time to your strokes, crying out as he tried slowing down. "I shall cometh undone."

Eyeing the head curiously, you stepped it up a level. Leaning over his lap, the heat from his cock was almost overwhelming. "Wha- what art-" He did not have time to finish his sentence as you had given the tip of his cock a kiss, before taking the tip into your mouth. Messmer's head fell back, the grip on the sheets nearly ripped them to ribbons, his surprise came out as a whimper. You swirled your tongue over the head, taking in the warmth from his cock and the saltiness of the precum. You hummed lightly, twitching in your mouth in response.

Using your hands for the areas you couldn't reach, you began to take his cock in deeper, almost gagging when you reached halfway down his shaft, stroking the rest with your hands in time. One of Messmer's hands came to your hair, stroking your locks as he didn't put pressure on you to try and deepthroat him. Instead, you took as much as you could, with Messmer gathering your hair and lightly guiding you.

"Fuck." It surprised you how he would curse, the feeling going straight to your core. You carried on despite the pain in your jaw, all to hear his lovely sounds. "Ah, wait, if thee keepeth going, I shalt-!"

He surprised you by just how much he would come. You barely had time to pull away, luckily Messmer foresaw this and pushed you off his cock in time, cum erupting from his cock and shooting up so high, you thought it would hit the ceiling. Messmer came down from his high, his cock bobbing as ropes and ropes of cum came forth, landing on him, on your hands and thighs, narrowly missing your face and hair. You watched in stunned silence as he stilled, letting out a shaky "phew".

"Witchcraft." Messmer is just as stunned as you as you cannot help but erupt into quiet laughter. He was quick to wipe himself off, all the while, his cock still stood stiff, solid as a rod. You leant back down to lie down, hair spraying across the pillow, spreading your legs for him to see your glistening sex. "You may have me, Messmer."

He didn't need to be told twice, removing the rest of his clothing until he was naked as a babe, springing into action as he climbed above you. He helped remove your nightgown, throwing items of clothing to the ground, all whilst kissing you deeply. He spread your lips with his fingers, drinking in your moans as he worked your clit softly. His other hand stroked his cock in time, before he rubbed it along your slick folds, wetting his cock as he teased your entrance for as long as he could. 

"Art thee ready?" He murmurs against your lips, pushing lightly against your hole when you give the nod, Messmer's mouth falls open in a soft "oh" shape the moment the head begins to slowly push its way inside you. "Oh, fuck," he whines, appreciating your soft moans for him, his girth is taken by you, and you're thankful you're not a virgin, "Thee art... tight." He grunts in the back of his throat, stilling himself from ejaculating too early.

There is a warmth you've felt before, one that is currently snug in your walls. You wrap your legs around Messmer's waist, pulling him tighter, and closer. The redhead groans again, his arms visibly shaking as he ducks his head to hide in the crook of your neck. "If I move, I shalt-" He's muttering incessantly to himself, pushing his hips with tentative and shallow thrusts; he's fearful he will cum too soon.

"It's okay." You tell him reassuringly, that it is rather sweet he is trying to hold out for as long as possible for you to feel some pleasure. And indeed you are, his size is something that is unlike anything you've felt, but you somehow managed to fit him there thanks to the pleasure he gave you and for taking his time.

Messmer gives a small thrust after some minutes, gasping out words as he tries to get used to being inside you. His body language betrays him, the lull for pure, raw pleasure takes over a part of his mind, controlling some primal part of him he didn't know he had. He needs to mark you, needs to fuck you, but the fear of hurting you screams in the back of his mind. You place a hand upon his cheek, your thumb grazing the soft contour of his cheekbone, telling him all is okay, it is natural.

He intently watches your face for discomfort, finding none but the way your face contorts, for all words abandon, your mind a blank slate and nothing more than trying to fathom how Messmer is now fucking a Tarnished. And it feels amazing, not even a third of the way in, but both your bodies yield to the other, an electrifying passion overtakes you.

Clawed fingernails leave divots in your skin, not enough to leave marks or draw blood, but you hiss deeply, pushing your hips higher so Messmer has better access and control over his thrusts. It's only when Messmer pulls slightly back to inspect you, that his winged serpents have twisted around him, eyes on you and staring directly at your stomach.

"It that-" You realise what he's doing, shifting his hips as he penetrates deeper, earner a deeper moan to come both of you. It's enough to feel how deep he is now, but how you tightly squeeze around him. You wonder if the grip on his cock is overwhelming, but Messmer is so caught in the moment, his focus is directly on feeling how big he is inside you.

Messmer's thrusts are faster, deeper, giving into the carnal pleasure that you both wrapped up, you don't realise how loud you both are, certain the entire keep could hear your wanton cries and skin slapping. You're surprised how long Messmer is lasting for his first time, but it is a given since he is no ordinary man, blessed with longevity by his mother.

Ever the gentleman, Messmer finds your clit, matching the time to his sloppy thrusts. You suspect he's close, but it's the pleasure that's being torn from you so suddenly, the size of him and the way you've been curled with your legs practically on his shoulders. "Fuck-- I can't-- if you keep doing that-"

"-Doing what?" You realise it's not a question; he knows what he's doing. From the way his golden eye is intense and there is a sensuous half smile, his tone is part playful, part coy. The tone alone has you flexing your hips at him, trying to directly continue to pleasure building, shamelessly holding him for dear life as an orgasm is stolen from you.

"Oh fuuuuuck, Messmer, ah!"

The look he gives you almost brings you to your end; his hands find purchase in holding your thighs upright, driving himself into you as he sings the softest of pleasures only your ears are blessed in hearing. 

"Oh, Tarnished... grabbing me so well... so wet," he's not making sense, but from the way, he's not holding back, to the way his voice is growing louder and louder in pitch, he's completely and utterly close. The next thrust he drives into you is abrupt, he lurches forward, biting his bottom lip as his orgasm is ripped from him, the sounds of pleasure you both share as you feel the warmth that fills you whole. There is too much cum to even think, gushing out of you as you try to clench around him to keep it inside, failing when it falls down your thighs and onto the sheets.

His body relaxes as the two of you catch your breaths, Messmer stays inside you as he gives shallow thrusts to bring him down from his high, before he calms, letting go of your legs to manoeuvre you. Cradled from behind, his long arms cage you in.

"Art thee hurt?" He asks, kissing your forehead misted with sweat, his lips glossy with what looks like some bleeding from when he bit them too hard. His expression has softened as you look over your shoulder to look back on him. Shaking your head no, a sense of relief washes over him, as well as a tiredness you both didn't realise had taken over. It was after all, late still, and you didn't know how long into the night it was.

Getting comfy, Messmer pulls a blanket over you, a warmth surrounding you as your eyelids grow heavier. You can feel his serpents lethargically move around to watch you, certain that Messmer asked them to protect you whilst he slept.

Sleep is heavy on your mind, cradled in the arms of a demigod keeping you safe.

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A/N: The best way I can describe how Messmer moans is if you just listen to the audio of when he pulls out his eye. I don't know what his VA was cooking, but it was the best ASMR content I've heard and I need 10 more hours of it. Even though this was a sex scene, I really enjoyed writing it with so much vulnerability. I LOVED writing Messmer in a more sensitive nature, and having him always being calm, and collected in everyday life, to being so unsure and needing the Tarnished to guide him - UGH! It's my Roman empire, I swear - writing about men being soft and whining in the bedroom department.

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Hello! I love ur writing soooo much!

Could you do Looey x Gn reader headcannons

Maybe even add in some headcannons of Looey x twisted reader, it’s fine if you don’t want to ^^

Looey X Gender-Neutral Reader(+Twisted) Headcanons!

A Looey request incoming! He is a character I really like, haha! I also added some twisted reader headcanons like you wanted, here you go, dear! Thank you for requesting! <3

-Anna

-Looey is certainly a fun boyfriend to hang around with! He is funny and always makes sure to make you smile and feel better, even if he feels like he might not be the best at it. One thing he is good at though is stealing your heart, even if he himself doesn't really realize it a lot of times! The way you happily gaze at him is enough to make his tail wag and his cheeks to start getting red as he is looking around nervously, playing with his fingers or his shirt, not knowing how to face you. You also have stolen his heart for sure and he is happy about it when he gazes at you secretly here and there, feeling his tail wag.

-It doesn't mean that he feels overwhelmed by you, don't worry! He just feels shy and is nervous a lot and doesn't really know how to express his emotions properly to you at that moment, though you both know you love and are always happy to see each other. Attempting to talk with him will get him stuttering or he says some nonsense and oh, his tail is between his legs as he feels his cheeks grow more red and red and he feels shy, ahhhhh! There he goes, hiding his face in his hands as he feels himself very warm in the face. He really does try talking with you as best as he can, though it will take him quite a while to get used to being in a relationship, he never thought he would be in one, let alone someone liking him that way!

-Oh, you definitely go to see his circus act with the others, he is pretty good at it actually! He just has to not look at your beautiful eyes staring back at him and he'll be able to keep his act up! If he manages to impress you or make you smile though, he feels so proud! He is impressive and he can also be absolutely hilarious as you laugh together along with him when he purposely falls. When the show finishes, you always love going up to him and to talk about the show and how amazing he was! He feels himself getting flustered but it's not as bad, especially since he saw how happy he made you feel back then, it's during those moments where he can smile at you without getting so red in the face or stumbling with his words.

-Showing any type of affection with Looey will take a bit, it's not as bad though! When you hold his hand so gently and you two stay like that for a while is when he feels his tail wagging and himself getting more confident just doing things together with you. He does definitely feel himself warming up to it the more you do it. He feels his insides becoming warm and fuzzy and ohhh, it feels so nice! Especially when you two get to hugs and cuddling? When he gets used to it, he is always wanting to be closer to you more and more!

-Looey really does try his best to make you smile when you are feeling down. He gets this urge to do his best and make you smile whether it's through soft affection or even by doing many tricks or getting you to smile maybe with a joke. He is a good listener and tries his best to really help you if you need any advice. Though if you want some comfort, he will do anything that knows will make you feel better. Cuddles, hugs, soft gentle kisses, you name it! He won't stop until he see a genuine smile on your face and you feel better, Looey really cares about you.

-The day you disappeared while they were investigating on floors was the day he will never forget. He still remembers the way he felt lightheaded when the elevator timer was ending and you were nowhere to be found. His ears dropped as he looked terrified at the floor, thinking about what had happened to you. When the elevator door closed down was when it really hit him and he couldn't help but lean against the wall trying to balance himself while the other toons were talking about you concerned. Back at the lobby, it was all silent. He walked by your room and felt his legs finally give in as he sat against your room wall, starting to sob as he had processed more of what had happened to you.

-When he finally had enough courage to go on runs, he was always looking down, no one really dared speak to him especially when he was the most affected. His eyes were exhausted, he could see his friends disappear one by one, becoming twisteds. He was looking for machines quietly as he spotted.. someone that looked like you and no, it WAS you.. just.. a twisted. Looey felt his eyes widening as he shook and fell on the floor, watching as you took quick steps towards him. His tail attempted to hug him and his ears dropped as he was shaking, looking at what had happened to his precious lover.. huh? Why weren't you attacking..? He watched as you stared at him and stood still, it took him a very good while to slowly get up and reach out a hand towards you. You did glance at it intensely before allowing Looey to touch your cheek.

-After that, he couldn't just leave you alone.. he hid you in a corner as he processed more and more and saw just how much the ichor had changed you. You tilted your head at him as you gazed intensely.. or rather, that's how your red eyes looked at him. Looey didn't even know what to say, staying quiet a lot, in the end, he just started to sob quietly. Oh how he wished he could have accompanied you on that floor.. you just stared at him, not even knowing why you didn't feel the need to attack him, you felt strangely calm as you couldn't really understand what he was doing. Looey tried to wipe his tears as much as he could..

-He didn't care right now about going back, he just wanted to stay with you. He can always wait for them to come back, after all. Looey knew damn well that they will never let you in the elevator and he couldn't really argue with that. He leaned his hands to press softly against your face, your eyes remained on his own ones while also looking at his arms here and there, not really understanding. While Looey talked about how much he missed you and finally pouring out his feelings properly, it wasn't like you could understand a word he said though.. only staring at him with a tilted head, watching as more tears spilled out of him.

-Looey took this chance to also hug you closely, shaking more as he sobbed into your shoulder. He couldn't care less if he got ichor on himself right now. You were here in his arms now.. it hurt him a lot to see his sweetheart a twisted, knowing that he couldn't bring you back or even talk to you or even just make you smile again by his jokes or even by spending time with you.. he really wished there was a way to turn you back into the way you were.. your expression didn't really look good either, it never was on any twisted he saw. He knew you were in pain and he wished he could help you with this too, he apologized so many times for not being by your side on that floor and promises that he will never leave your side again, even if you were like this now.. he watched confused for a second as you leaned closer and looked into his eyes intensely. If only Looey knew that his eyes were becoming pinkish at that moment.. does that mean you have someone new to be in this floor with..?

Thank you for reading! <3

[n0t-evenhere]

Happy Birthday Ray! I’ve never celebrated a fictional birthday before but you know what? Today is a great day to start. So, without further a do, this is (Adrianna) OC x Ray, birthday fic. Funny enough this story is legitimately based of a real life occurrence. 😂 @shoyastars for looking it over and helping me out!

“Birthday blues”

OC (Adrianna) X Ray

April 30th, a day of utmost importance to Adrianna. The day was a day of celebration! Today is Ray’s birthday. Adrianna had already planned it all out. Unfortunately, the day would be…mostly Rayless but she was determined to make it work. even wrote it in her notes. The plan for the day.

Ray’s birthday plan : )

-6:00 am, Ray leaves for work. Make coffee by then.

-decorate the house while he is gone

-bake cake wait

-decorate cake

-wait for Ray to get home around 9:00

5:00, Adriannas phone alarm went off, a loud enough alarm to wake her up with a start. With a groan she grabbed her phone and pressed the stop button. It only took a moment before she sat up, with a groan. “I am sooooo not a morning person.” She says to herself aloud. She scratched her head and stretched, shifting her maroon tank top to sit properly on her body. She sat at the edge of the bed trying to give herself another minute to wake up.

Welp, that didn’t work well so she washed her face with cold water, that was enough to jumpstart her wakefulness. With more energy, she couldn't help but feel excitement in her heart. The day was planned and planned well. It’s been a long time since she had been able to throw a sort of celebration for someone she was romantically involved with…well, technically, she’s never gotten the chance to do this sort of thing, given she's never even been in a relationship. Only yearning and giving advice to others who ask for her council. The coach, but never the player. It’s almost like she had so much unspent love that it exploded onto Ray sometimes, not that he seemed to mind.

Putting her black sandals on, pulling on a green pullover hoodie jacket from her college days. Took her keys and headed out the door of her apartment. Making way to Ray’s home. The sun hasn’t risen yet, the city still decently quiet, and the streets are relatively empty. It felt better that way anyway. It only took about 10 minutes of driving to get to Ray’s skyscraper apartment.

Parked and ready to go, Adrianna heads for the elevator. She felt the usual pit in her stomach. A mix of excitement for seeing Ray, the nervousness had many purposes for setting in her belly. Even though she had known Ray for a long time now, about a year and a half, she still gets nervous seeing him. The other reason is much less desirable, heights. She still had not gotten used to having to go so high just to get to his apartment. Heights always made her stomach churn. Made her think how horrible it would be if the elevator suddenly dropped, or the building suddenly fell apart. “You're overthinking it girly. Chill out.” She chastised herself.

Ray had given Adrianna the code to his house a long time ago. She’s committed it to memory quickly, quicker than other numerical things she memorized. Committed it to heart. Punching in the number Adrianna put great effort into slowly opening and closing the door to not create any noise or let Ray know of her presents. Probably with more caution than necessary. Adrianna headed directly for the kitchen after placing her purse and keys quietly on the table by the door.

Rays home had always seemed bland compared to her home. His home was a mix of grey and blue colors. Nothing vibrant except for a few abstract art pieces. It was sad, Adrianna had been made aware that Ray doesn’t really get to live in his home. Most of the time he’s away. It’s only a home by name. He was also very clean. He likes things neat and clean. Adrianna was clean but her own home matched her Brain. Opposite of his. Not an unclean space but papers stacked neatly in different spaces, unfinished projects sat in random spaces, pencils and pens near any given space. The only unclean thing was laundry.

Ray would sometimes try to “clean up” her papers to which she chastised him for it. “It’s not lost, it’s not there for no reason you know. I know everything that is in that stack of papers! It’s where I keep it so I don’t forget it!” It was true, her home truly matched her mind.

Adrianna crept to the kitchen and began to quietly open cupboards to get the coffee grounds to start the coffee. He had a nice coffee maker, half a pot will do. After all, she'll be hanging around after Ray leaves for work. With prescribed ease, she puts four scoops of coffee grounds, that’s one of the things her and Ray had in common. A serious love for strong coffee. It didn’t take long for the coffee to start. She felt proud of herself, she got up, like, actually got up early to do this. She was thrilled.

“Goodmorning.” A rough sleepy voice snapped Adrianna out of her thoughts with a yelp hand flying up to slap whoever snuck up on her. “Easy there Ms. Jumpy.” He said softly with a crooked smile taking her still raised hand. “Ah, hi, goodmorning.” Adrianna said the fear left her body instantly when she saw him. “Hi.” He repeated. “Happy birthday Ray!” Adrianna exclaimed throwing her arms around his neck. Giving him a tight squeeze. She heard a soft laugh. “Thank you Star.”

Adrianna pulled away reluctantly. “Okay, so, I have made you coffee, I didn’t plan on you waking up but, that’s okay, we can have a little coffee together eh? Sounds good?” Ray hums, taking on a teasing tone. “I don’t know Adrian. Seems a little-“ Adrianna pursed her lips. “Okay Ray, let me rephrase that. You ARE having morning coffee with me.” He smiled, “how could I refuse.” The coffee had just finished, the coffee made three beeps. Adrianna collected two mugs. Ray had gotten Adrianna into drinking black coffee. It wasn’t bad, however after the second time she prefers black coffee with sugar. “There you are my love!” She said, passing the mug to him which her took.

Much appreciated, so…knowing you, I imagine you have a plan? You know I have a work shift. The day shift. I probably won’t be off till-“ Adrianna couldn’t help but interject full of excitement and energy, and oddity for her usual feeling in the morning. “9:00pm I know, but don’t worry, u have it all planned out! Don’t you worry bout a thing. I can work it. Well…work with it. I mean I can work it but, I can work with what I got.” Ray quirked an eyebrow. “You can work it huh?” Adrianna shrugged. “Yea I don’t know why I said that.”

The rest of the early morning passed with conversation and coffee. Ray even got to drink two cups. With a kiss goodbye Adrianna wished him well for the day. Giving Ray an excitement in his chest. A warmth. One Ray left, Adrianna headed straight for his room and flopped on his bed, going back to sleep. She could definitely catch a nap.

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10:12 am

Adrianna took some of Ray's strawberries for breakfast before getting to work. “I will turn this melancholy house into a warming welcome for a birthday. She started by hanging the “Happy birthday Ray!” Sign she made, decorated with drawings of space. Going off one of his favorite movies and shows, Alien and Bake off. Not a great mix but still space themed with something else he liked. Had a Xenomorph eating a piece of cake. Silly but she thought it was funny and she knew he’d appreciate it.

The next few hours were spent hanging ribbons by standing on counters. Adrianna shouldn’t have been surprised he would have a ladder. He can just fly or use his telekinetic ability to change light bulbs or reach high places. She moved chairs to hang things, even decorated the stairs. Had a few near falling experiences but no one had to know about that embarrassment. It didn’t take long for the decor to be done, about an hour and a half. 12:42, she felt unsure what to do now. She wasn’t going to bake the cake yet. She wanted it to not sit too long. Planned on starting the baking around 7.

Adrianna spent the next few hours watching some tv, cleaning up the space, roaming around. She even went to his workout room to attempt a “work out” before shortly leaving the space. She looked through his clothes for any holes, maybe she can sew them up. No luck with that, Ray took good care of his clothing. Even his old frumpy maroon sweater. She spent her time doing random things trying to hold her attention long enough but the wait was agonizingly slow.

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7:00pm

As soon as the clock struck seven Adrianna leaped from the couch and straight to the kitchen. Heating up the oven she began to mix the cake batter. Easy stuff, two eggs, some vegetable oil, and water. Thank goodness Ray had a 13x 9 glass container for the cake. Not that she doubted he would. She felt the excitement build up again in her chest making herself feel ancy. So she jumped up and down a minute until the cake was put in to cook. Now more waiting. 45 minutes.

Forty five minutes was just the right amount of time for the cake to cook completely through, the knife coming out clean from stabbing it in the center. Now more waiting game, she honestly wished she could just poof it into existence for him, the perfect cake. She could barely contain herself. However, with will power, the 30 minute wait for the cake to cool was worth it. At least if she remembered correctly it was thirty minutes.

A bit more tv to fill up the time until it was back at it again. She cut strawberries into thin slices before opening up the frosting. Adrianna lays the strawberries down neatly across the cake, this was gonna be great. She had 20 minutes to decorate it. Layering the icing was the second step, it melted a little but she didn’t think it would cause too much of an issue. Then came the writing, she wanted to write a nice message in red on the cake. “Happy Birthday My Love.” Her writing was a bit shaky which made her feel bad, she didn’t have the nicest handwriting. Started second guessing herself. It was until a minute later that the red letters started to melt. “No. Ooooohh no. No. No. No. no!” Adrianna started to panic.

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9:00 pm

Ray moseyed on over to the elevator, man was he tired, birthday photoshoot, birthday interview, and the screaming crowds that begged for his attention, just even a glance from him. He’s seen a lot today. People threw gifts at him, some of the gifts none too appropriate. Some people don’t know how to keep their undergarments on. Thank the stars it was over though. He stepped into the elevator, thinking about Adriannas I spoke plan. A new sense of energy building him up again.

Once Ray stepped into his high rise skyscraper apartment he looked around taking in the decor. All very nice, making that warmth in his chest increase. Then he realized something, crying? That warm feeling was suddenly snuffed out with worry. “Adrianna?!” He called out rushing to the source, the kitchen. He didn’t even take a glance to notice the decor. Rounding the island in his kitchen there she was. Sitting on the floor, head in her hands. Sobbing.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He asked, sitting on his knees beside her. Brushing hair out of the way of her face before moving her hands. She looked up at him with red rimmed puffy eyes before quickly looking away. What she called an ugly cry face he found to be quite the opposite of ugly. “Are you hurt?” Ray cooed, asking again. “No.” Adrianna whisperers. Ray moved his head to try and maintain eye contact with her. “What’s the problem then? Why are you so distraught?” Her lip quivered.

Her words spilled over in a rush. “I…I tried to make cake and it was fine because I cooked perfectly for the forty five minutes then I took it out to cool for thirty minutes and then I put on the icing and it melted a little and I thought it was fine but it wasn’t fine because when I wrote my message on the cake it didn’t even take long before heat melted to then I tired to put more icing on top but when moved the icing bit started mixing with the red and turned it pink and then I tired to write the message but my handwriting suck and I could see through the tear and I make it worse.” She sobbed before dropping her head.

Ray was quiet for a moment, his lip twitched, then he smiled, and then he laughed. A rich sound that filled the space. Adrianna’s head snapped up to look at him. A scowl on her face. “Don’t laugh at me! It’s not funny I ruined your cake!” She said, ripping her hands from him to cross her chest with sniffles. “Oooh, don’t be like that.” Ray said through chuckles. “You're being mean.” That only made him laugh more, which clearly upset Adrianna further. He snagged her, pulling her close. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop laughing. Just- why does it matter if you “messed” up the cake? We’re just going to eat it anyway?” He inquired. “Because, I wanted it to be special. I wanted you to love it but I screwed it up.”

With a sigh Ray held her even tighter. “You know-“ he started, “I’m just thrilled that you make me cake.” Adrianna looked up at him with her still wet eyes. He looked right back into hers. “I haven’t had a birthday cake since I was twelve. So what you may have made a messy cake, I’m just happy you made me one. It’s such a sweet thing to do. I don’t expect perfection from you. Because as you are, you are my personal version of perfection.” Adrianna managed a smile. “You're sweet.” She compliments.

After Adrianna had completely calmed down she felt the second hand embarrassment of crying over a cake. While Ray explained it wasn’t about the cake, it was more than likely about how it was special to her because it was for him which brought out the emotional feeling of failure when she “messed up” the cake. The decor was great, the nicest thing he’s had in a long time from a loved one, the cake yes messy but entering. Tasted even better. The rest of the night was filled with movies, board games, and quality time things. Before the night ended with Adrianna staying over to sleep. “I hope you enjoyed your birthday with me.” Adrianna kissed him softly. “I think it will be one of my favorites.” He said isn’t a smile.

[very-normal-abt-this]

I want talk about how much love was nonverbally expressed *after* their last conversation in S2 Finale.

Yes, you heard right. AFTER.

Sure, they ended the conversation completely pissed at each other. Broken hearted. But, like in any solid relationship, they don't hold grudges. Only a few short moments later, all the anger is gone from Aziraphale's face, and the only emotions left are: love, longing, fear, regret. He can barely pay attention to Metatron, because he keeps looking out the window at Crowley. I think I counted 7 times of him turning his head to look. And of course, he is close to changing his mind several times. (BTW, I would *kill* to know what thoughts were going through his mind right before he committed to leaving, right before he said "nothing at all" with that fake smile)

And Crowley. Most humans, when they feel they've been rejected and/or abandoned - they slam the door and they leave in a huff! They don't look back, they get in their car, and drive away as fast they can, possibly with a middle finger pointed in the direction of the offending party. (Unless they're the type of person who would stand by the door, cry and beg them to stay, but obviously that behavior could never be exhibited by Crowley).

But Crowley does not leave. He does not even try to hide in his car. He stands there, intentionally on display, waiting and watching. Why? Because either A) He is not viewing this as a rejection and abandonment, but as a [huge] difference of opinion, so he is not reacting like someone who has just been rejected. Or B) he IS viewing it as rejection, but he loves Aziraphale so much that his main priority is still to make sure that the Angel is safe, regardless of their current relationship status. His love for Aziraphale is literally unconditional. Crowley wants to watch him walk into that elevator with his own eyes, and make sure that he's not doing so under duress. Or there is option C) He is standing there defiantly, to communicate his disapproval and disbelief at what Aziraphale is doing, like "I can't believe you're actually doing this, I have to see this shit with my own eyes to believe it." Or option D) He is hoping to influence Aziraphale to change his mind, because he knows that its incredibly hard for Aziraphale to leave him. Standing there to send a message of "I'm still here. Are you really sure you are okay with being separated?" Or maybe even E) A small part of him wondered if he (Crowley) might change his own mind about going, once he saw Aziraphale actually walking toward the elevator, once he saw that it's actually happening.

I don't think it's option C because of Crowley's facial expression and body language after Aziraphale gets in the elevator. I don't see any anger, frustration, disgust, or judgment there. All I see is...utter despondency, numbness, melancholy, hopelessness. So, I'm thinking its a combination of reasons A, B, and D. Maybe a little E.

And, I wondered the same about Aziraphale. As he is walking to the elevator, he is not acting as someone who is angry at their significant other. I imagine that a lot of people who feel angry after a fight, and feel their partner is completely in the wrong - they would walk into that elevator without looking back at the offending party. They might put on the happiest face and try to hide all traces of negative emotions, just to "stick it to them." But Aziraphale does look back at Crowley. And, this last nonverbal communication with his partner is also very intentional; he wants Crowley to know that he is looking at him on purpose (just as Crowley's behavior of standing by the Bentley and watching him leave is very intentional). Aziraphale stops and makes eye contact with Crowley, right before he walks into the elevator. Just as Crowley, he is trying to send a message with that pause and look. What message? A) "I can't believe you're not coming with me, I'm hurt and disappointed in you." B) "I want you to know that it's very hard for me to do this, I'm torn about it, and I'm thinking about you." C) "I just found out very bad news and you're in danger." Or option D) "I just found out very bad news and I'm definitely going to need your help. I'll be back."

My opinion is that its a combo of B, C, and D. I do not think its A, based on Aziraphale's behavior and emotions right after Crowley walked out.

So, to summarize the point I am making - despite their deficits in communicating with words, Aziraphale and Crowley continue communicating their feelings nonverbally. They remain committed to each other, even in the face of the biggest rift they've ever experienced in their relationship. Their behavior shows that their first priority in the relationship is not "to be right" or "to win the argument." Their priorities are - taking care of each other. Letting each other know that, "no matter what happens, I am here, and I'm thinking about you."

Thanks for reading! please leave a comment.

[redbullgirly]

Hellooo 👋, can you write enemies to lovers with fernando alonso maybe with some angst? 🤭

It's totally alright if you don't want to! Thankssss :))

EL DESTINO [FA14 oneshot]

Fernando Alonso x reader

Masterlist

Summary: Y/N works for Alpine, and even though Fernando Alonso isn't part of the team anymore, they can't forget their distaste for each other. The driver seems to think she's just an irresponsible party girl and Y/N doesn't like him because he's, well... annoying and mean and doesn't care about anybody but himself. Though could they be both wrong in their prejudices?

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Not much, maybe they're kind of mean to each other and stupid at the start, but that's the point of enemies to lovers, right? XD

Author's Note: Hello Anon and thank you for the request! I didn't expect it to turn out so long, but hey XD. I hope you and everybody else will like it. Also I tried for a little bit of angst, but I'm not sure if I'm good at it... you can let me know :).

If anyone could read your thoughts at the moment, you’d probably end up locked behind bars and with the key from your cell thrown far away. Whoever's great idea was to allow the group of inexperienced interns to touch the important data and statistics deserved to rot seven feet underground. Chopped into small pieces. And doused in poison that eats their lifeless body until there's nothing left.

Okay, that's maybe a bit too violent, but still not far from the truth.

You rubbed your tired eyes, not caring about smudging the mascara anymore. There was basically no one left in the building, just a few mechanics desperately needing the cars to be in perfect condition tomorrow – or should we say today? And then there was you, who stupidly agreed to fix the disaster caused by too much excitement and not enough cautiousness. You knew the interns didn't do it on purpose, and blaming them wasn't going to help you, but still. It wasn't them who had to sit there long after their working hours ended, staring into a too bright computer screen.

When you finally managed to save all the damaged data, it was almost three in the morning, and before you made it back to the hotel, you weren't sure if it was even worth going to bed. Because of the emergency, you didn't have time to finish your usual duties. And even though it wouldn't be fair to want the analysis from you, that wasn't how the game was played in motorsport.

Legs almost giving out under you, you dragged yourself to the elevator. The poor lady sitting at the receptionist desk looked at you skeptically, but didn't say anything as you stepped in and pressed the button with the number of your floor on it. Generic music started playing, numbing your brain even more.

The metal door was about to close, but then a hand came between it. Before you blinked and processed what's happening, a man slipped into the elevator right next to you, pressing his own number.

You see, everything could have been fine. You could've just survived the thirty seconds of embarrassing silence, then mumble a polite goodbye and go to sleep in peace. But no. Fate apparently had other plans for you.

Because as the man turned to you and the bright light hit his face, you realized it wasn't just some stranger.

Suddenly, the silence shifted from the normal elevator weirdness to tension. You pressed your lips together, silently cursing the higher power that decided to mess with your life just today, when you looked like a zombie. With smudged mascara. Perfect.

For someone, maybe it would be a fulfilled dream to be in an elevator with Fernando Alonso. Two time World Champion, great driver, loved person. And a dickhead that almost ruined your whole career.

“You look like you had a wild night,” he murmured with a thick Spanish accent. You narrowed your brows, trying to control the anger bubbling inside of you. Was he trying to insult you? You wouldn't even be surprised.

“Perhaps I did, thank you very much.” Your voice lacked any signs of friendliness, clearly trying to provoke him. It was quite funny, really, how a minute ago you didn't have energy to think clearly, and now you were ready to argue with this man over anything. Almost like the magic of despising someone.

You noticed his jaw tensing and knew it wouldn't be good. But still, his words hurt: “Maybe if you focused more on doing your job instead of wild nights out, Alpine would do better.”

The sting in your chest was strong, but by some miracle the elevator finally stopped, and the robotic voice announced the twenty-sixth floor. Even life itself took pity on you, it seemed.

Without any other word, you turned away from Alonso and walked into the empty hallway, hearing a quiet scoff and then the door sliding closed again behind you, leaving you all alone in the darkness. How poetic.

Every door you passed looked exactly the same, and you just hoped you remembered your room number correctly.

You didn't even remember taking out the card and entering your temporary home for the weekend. You didn't remember taking your clothes off, removing the remaining makeup with a tissue because you were too tired for your usual skin care routine. You didn't remember responsibly setting up your alarm and then falling into the soft mattress.

All you could remember before the exhaustion took over were his words that cut deeper than he thought, and deeper than you'd like to admit.

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You couldn't believe it.

As you walked out of the debrief, you could basically feel everybody's frustration crawling up your spine, mixing with your own. The team, all the mechanics and engineers, pit crew members and marketing, hundreds of people worked so hard the whole week. And for what?

It was already bad when both cars didn't finish the last Grand Prix in Silverstone. But for it to happen again? That was downright embarrassing. Not only did it bring exactly zero points in the Constructors' Championship, but the drivers were angry, disappointed. You could see that in the team, the motivation level decreased quickly. And honestly, you couldn't blame them.

Last year, Alpine was the fourth-best car on the grid. Best of the rest, as they'd call it. But this season, everything was going terribly. You honestly weren't far from crying.

To lighten up the mood, some of your colleagues decided to enjoy a night out in Budapest before you'd have to fly to Belgium tomorrow, to prepare for yet another racing weekend. At first, you declined the offer, insisting you needed to catch up on some work, do analysis for the car and figure out exactly what happened to it. But then, one of the mechanics you were friendlier with saw your drooping shoulders, and pulled you into the club despite all your weak protests.

Soon enough, you let loose and after an hour, you were a few drinks in. Your head was spinning, a big smile planted on your lips and giggles coming out of your mouth uncontrollably. Not that you had low alcohol tolerance, but the last time you got properly drunk was some time ago. Perhaps you just forgot how it felt. The freedom, the sweet mist of oblivion clouding your mind.

Currently, you were sitting at the bar, sipping on a cocktail. You already enjoyed your time on the dance floor, which tired you more than expected. Thank God you went to the club right from the paddock, so instead of high heels that'd kill your feet, you had comfortable sneakers on.

As you waved at the young barman to give you another round of whatever he mixed for you before, you felt someone's eyes on your back. You didn't bother to turn around, thinking it was just another drunken man checking out half of the women in the club.

Then, someone stood behind you. “The drink's on me, hermosa,” the man said, voice smooth like honey. You froze. You knew that deep, thick Spanish accent too well. What the hell was Alonso doing here?

He clearly mistook your silence for an impressed one, or so you thought when he came to sit down next to you, his hand gently brushing your back. That was the moment you turned your head towards him, eyes wide, and his face dropped. So did yours.

You hoped for a split second you could pretend you were total strangers randomly meeting in a bar for just a little longer when he instantly frowned and his demeanor changed from charming gentleman to pain in the ass.

“Y/L/N,” he uttered it in a way that made you wonder if there was something wrong with your last name. “Guess I shouldn't be surprised to see you here.”

And here it was — the instant wave of anger and hurt he managed to bring up by just a few poking words.

“Says the right person.” You rolled your eyes, the flowing feeling the alcohol gave you before now gone. You felt like you were going to be sick. “I bet if it wasn't me you tried to hit on, you'd bring the poor woman to your hotel room tonight.”

“Careful, or you might sound jealous.”

“Oh, you wish, Alonso,” you laughed humorlessly. 

The bartender chose that moment to bring you the requested cocktail you already forgot about. You gave him the cash, though you had no intention of actually drinking it. As always, Alonso left a sour taste in your mouth.

“I see you're drinking the team problems away,” he pressed harder, knowing damn well it was a sensitive topic. You gritted your teeth, reminding yourself to be the better person.

Then you looked into his dark eyes, and your self-control was gone. For some reason, you couldn't stand the look he was giving you. It was full of something that was too similar to disappointment. You hated people being disappointed in you, even if you hated that very person.

Out of nowhere, the alcohol kicked in, and you remembered why you didn't drink in clubs too often — it made you emotional. So stupidly sensitive that you couldn't stop your eyes from tearing up. You shook your head, opened your mouth, wanting to tell him something. Anything that'd make him just as much hurt as you were.

Instead, you bit your trembling lip and abruptly stood up. You almost knocked over the bar stool, though at the moment, you didn't really care.

Was it cowardly to run away from him and his harsh words? Yes, you knew that. But you did it in the elevator, and so you could do it again.

In a rush, you got through other people enjoying their night out, oblivious to the lump forming in your throat.  You needed to get out, breathe in the fresh air and just forget about everything.

It was probably nearing midnight, and even though it was late July, you still shivered when you stepped outside the club. Just then you remembered you left your jacket back in the paddock. And you also realized the mechanic and his group of friends drove you here, and you had no idea where you were or how to get to your hotel room.

“Great. Just fucking perfect,” you mumbled to yourself, a few tears running down your cheeks. You wiped them away, willing yourself to calm down. Budapest couldn't be too different from other European cities, so you'd just walk to the nearest public transport station and then see what you could do from there. Yes, that was exactly what you're going to do, and it's going to be okay.

Having a plan calmed you down, at least a little. You walked in a direction you hoped would get you to the center and took your phone out. The battery was low, and you cursed yourself for not charging it during the day.

“Where are you going?” You winced and nearly dropped the phone when you heard the loud voice calling after you.

When you turned around, you already knew exactly who was standing before the club entrance.

“That's not any of your business,” you tried to sound tough, but it came out tired and weak. So instead, you lifted your head, trying to save the remaining bits of your dignity.

Alonso tilted his head, brown eyes studying you for a moment before he made a step towards you. “Don't tell me you don't have anyone to take you back to your hotel?” The undertone of his voice was strange, and if you didn't know better, you'd think it was worry seeping out.

“Oh, then I won't tell you,” you fired back, satisfied with your own answer as you turned around and left him standing there.

You made it around the block when a strong hand suddenly grasped your hand, and you screamed, prepared to fight whoever attacked you.

“¡Ay dios mío!” Alonso cursed and held his red cheek, where there was a clear hand print now.

You stared at each other in shock. You wanted to kill him for scaring you to death, but at the same time, you were relieved it was just him and not a creepy kidnapper.

“I'd say I'm sorry… but I'm not,” you managed to mumble. A weak attempt, you knew that. But it still seemed to wake him from his trance and make him scoff at you in annoyance.

However, he didn't let go of your hand.

“Let's go,” Alonso urged you back towards the direction you came from.

“I'm not going anywhere with you.”

“Y/N, if you think I would let a drunk girl wander around a city she doesn't know, alone, at night… then you clearly don't know me at all.”

It took a few seconds for his words to hit you, and all there was left for you to do was to look up at him with surprise written all over your face. That seemed to annoy him for some reason, but with alcohol still very much present in your system, you didn't have the capacity to think about it too much.

“Let's go,” he repeated, though this time you didn't protest when he started walking towards what turned out to be his car. You knew it very well, from the years you used to work together, for the same team. Silently, you wondered how the hell did he get it to Hungary, but you soon forgot about that.

Fernando unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for you. Your mom would probably tell you to be more cautious about getting into the car of a man you didn't like and were sure he didn't like you as well. But hey, it's still better than being lost in a foreign city, right?

So you sat down, and before you could reach for the seatbelt, he took it and strapped you himself, mumbling something about safety hazards with drunk people. You were so surprised by that unexpected action you didn't even have time to feel offended.

You closed your eyes, the comfortable seat making you sleepy. You heard him get in the car as well and join the night traffic. For a moment, silence reigned and for the first time in a long time, it didn't feel horrible and tense.

“Isn't it illegal to drive with alcohol?” you whispered, eyes still closed.

“I didn't drink anything in the club. Too busy with you.”

Just then, you realized you actually asked the question out loud.

“Sorry for ruining your celebration night. Probably didn't want to leave it with me,” you laughed quietly. When he approached you in the club, he thought you were a random pretty woman with whom he could share a drink and take her to his bed for a fun night.

“Whatever.” You could hear him shrug his shoulders. “Sorry for ruining your night. Though you don't have much to celebrate.”

That made you open your eyes and gaze at him. He was looking straight ahead, concentrating on the road ahead. The lights of the other cars occasionally landed on his face, and you wondered if he was always so handsome, or it were the cocktails speaking for you.

“Wow, even in an apology there's a hidden insult,” you snickered, though there was a small grin on your lips now. Yes, definitely the alcohol speaking for you, you told yourself.

This time, Fernando actually looked at you before he averted his sight back to the traffic. “I wasn't insulting you, Y/N. I was insulting the team.”

You raised your eyebrows, but didn't comment on it. It was pointless to argue over this, he had his opinion about Alpine and given the fact both your cars didn't finish two races in a row, you didn't have exactly the best arguments to convince him otherwise. After all, he was part of the team last year. And the year before.

For the rest of your ride, there wasn't much more said between the both of you. You were tired — not just because of the night out and drinking, but from the whole week, from the whole season.

Finally, he parked the car before a building you recognized. You didn't ask him how he knew which hotel your team booked, perhaps he remembered it was the same one as the year before. Honestly, you were just glad he helped you get out of the car and walked you inside.

Then, you found yourself in an elevator alone with Fernando, again. Though unlike a month ago, he gently held your hand for support this time.

You told him your room number and somehow, he got you all the way in front of the door. You thanked all the saints in the world when you dug the keys out of your purse. After three unsuccessful tries at unlocking the room, Fernando's patience apparently ran out. He took the keys out of your hand and silently opened the lock.

“Thanks,” you muttered, and let him lead you inside your own hotel room.

When the light switch turned on and illuminated all the papers lying around, he looked at you, flabbergasted.

“What's all this?”

You shrug your shoulders and look at him like he was stupid. Which he was, at least in your humble opinion. “Work. What else?”

“Yes, yes. But why is it… here?” He motions towards the desk, nightstands, and bed.

“Because I don't have time to do it all in the office.”

“You work overtime?”

Now you were starting to get irritated.

“Yes, I work overtime. Maybe if you weren't so insistent in thinking I'm a dumb party girl ever since I made one stupid mistake in your car's analysis a year ago, you'd see I'm actually trying my best.” You hated how hurt you sounded, pathetic in your own ears.

But honestly, who was he to judge you? You never actually stood up to him before, defended yourself against his mean words. You always sucked it up, let him complain about you to your boss, who almost fired you because of the driver's obvious distaste for you. And when he left the team at the end of last year, you never tried to contact him, talk to him. Fix your non-existent relationship.

Today, though, you had enough. Maybe it was the alcohol giving you courage, maybe it was his shocked face when he realized you actually did your job.

“Y/N, I-”

“Get out,” you said in a tone that didn't allow for any objections. Fernando seemed to understand, but the pained expression didn't leave his face when he slowly walked to the door. Like he didn't really want to leave, like he desperately wanted to tell you something.

You didn't care about him. He never cared about you before as well, did he?

And so, with one last, regretful look in his dark eyes, Fernando Alonso left your hotel room. When tears ran down your cheeks, you weren't sure why you were even crying.

-----

You were avoiding him after that. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, but you managed and after surviving the Belgian Grand Prix in Spa, you were excited about the summer break as never before. Almost a whole month without races, which meant you wouldn't have to meet anyone from the other teams, including Fernando.

Usually, the team worked tirelessly through the summer break — it was a great chance to have a proper look into the car's engine and come up with new ideas and improvements. God knew you needed that. Typically, you were amongst those loyal employees, basically living in the Alpine headquarters.

However, this year you really wanted a break. So you used your vacation days and stayed in your flat, finally sleeping like a normal person for once, eating home-cooked meals instead of team catering and enjoying the summer, though the weather could be better in England.

It was the start of August when you started finding flower deliveries on the threshold of your door. First, you thought it's a mistake, though what woman would refuse a beautiful bouquet of her favorite flowers. When it happened a whole week in a row, you thought about having a secret admirer or, in the worse case scenario, a stalker. Though, you still took the flowers inside every morning, cherishing them.

And then, one day, there was an envelope attached to the bouquet, and you had to curse yourself for being so, so stupid. Of course it's him, Fernando. Begging you to talk to him, to let him explain. One dinner, he said. One dinner, and then he'll let you go on about your life.

When he tried to write a poem in the middle of August, you finally gave in. You found his old phone number saved amongst many other contacts and sent him a simple “okay”.

The next morning, there was a time and address of the restaurant in the envelope.

You didn't let yourself get too excited about any of it. It's Fernando Alonso, the man who almost caused you to get fired from your dream job, the one that was so mean to you after making wrong assumptions about you and your way of life. Yes, he was trying now, but was that enough?

When the taxi dropped you off in front of the fancy restaurant, you took a deep breath. You had a simple dress on, light makeup, and a few accessories.

You walked into the empty restaurant. The waitress smiled at you when you told her the name of the reservation and led you to the only set table. You could see the deep brown eyes looking directly at you from afar.

Suddenly, nervousness settled in your stomach. If you didn't know better, you'd think this was a date — it certainly felt like one.

Without a word, he helped you sit down on a chair across from him and the waitress handed you the menu. It was without prices, but you were certain this place was lavish and expensive. Perhaps Fernando didn't want you to worry about it and let you order anything you wanted. And you tried not to be too impressed by that.

“You look very beautiful, hermosa,” he spoke after a minute of tense silence while you pretended to be interested in the menu. You didn't miss the fact he used the same nickname like that night in the club, when he thought you were someone else.

“Compliments won't make it easier for you.” Maybe you lied, because you liked him calling you beautiful.

“I know, but I couldn't help myself.”

The waitress came back with a bottle of wine that Fernando must've ordered before you arrived. You took a sip and it tasted like heaven. It almost made you forget about everything, almost.

“Please, can we talk?” You never heard his voice sound so… unsure.

“Aren't we talking right now?”

“Y/N.” The way he said your name was so soft, so delicate.

“Fernando.” You saw him flinch, and you realized it was probably the first time you called him by his first name. Suddenly, the whole situation felt more intimate.

He gulped, but there was determination written all over his face. Fernando Alonso wasn't the type of man to give up, you knew that. His amazing racing career was proof of that.

“Listen to me, please. I know that you have the right to never speak to me again after how I treated you. But I want to fix it, Y/N.”

Those brown eyes were going to be the death of you, burying themselves into your soul, your heart.

“I want to fix all of it, Y/N,” he repeated with all seriousness. “If you let me,” Fernando added.

And how could you say no to him? Deep down, you always admired him. Liked him, even. Before that fuck up with his car's analysis, you thought he might like you back. You always wanted his approval, and that was one of the reasons why his words and insults hurt so much.

Sometimes, people deserved second chances. Especially when they were looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

Slowly, you nodded. “I think I might let you, Fernando.” You smiled, liking how his name felt on your tongue. “But it's not going to be easy, I'm telling you that,” you warned him with a raised finger.

“I wouldn't dream of anything less,” he replied with a thick Spanish accent that was stronger when he felt emotions. Fernando returned your smile and clinked his glass with yours.

-----

Brazil was a good race. Both Alpine cars ended up in points and Fernando, your Fernando, got another podium. You clapped along with others during the podium ceremony, eyes just for him. A proud feeling settled in you, and as he accepted his trophy for well deserved third place, he looked down at the gathered crowd. Mostly people from Aston Martin, McLaren, and Red Bull.

And then there was you — in your Alpine t-shirt, clapping for the driver who scandalously left your team last year, without a care in the world. That was when he knew he loved you, and that he'll always will.

You knew you loved him too when, after all the celebrating around the circuit died down or moved to clubs and private parties, instead of going to his hotel room, he knocked on the door of yours. Checking on you.

“Hermosa, I hope you're not working.” He rolled his eyes as he stepped in, seeing you indeed staring into your notebook at some data he probably shouldn't see as a part of a rival team.

“But Nando, I need to finish these-”

He cut you off the best way he could — hugging you from behind, gently turning your head towards him and placing his lips on yours. You instantly melted into the kiss, giving up the fight before it could even start.

“I think you need to properly celebrate your boyfriend winning,” he smirked, biting your lip teasingly. You felt like a teenage girl when the butterflies took off in your stomach.

Fernando slowly walked you to the bed, never parting your lips, as if his life depended on kissing you. You sat on his lap, your hips grinding against his as you moaned into his mouth.

And he couldn't help himself. He wanted to take you out on a magical date and tell you there, but how could he keep it a secret when you were sitting on him, so beautiful that his heart clenched. Smart and pretty girl. His smart and pretty girl.

“Te amo,” he whispered into your sweet lips, and your breath caught.

You pulled back a little, looking at him, silently asking if you heard him correctly.

“Te amo, Y/N,” he repeated. You knew enough Spanish for your eyes to tear up. “I love you very much.”

There was a heartbeat of silence, probably the longest one in your whole life.

“I love you too. So much,” you whispered back. And then, for him: “Te amo, Fernando.”

Now it was his turn to tear up, hold your face in his hands and press your foreheads together.

Perhaps the fate and its plans for you weren't so horrible after all.

THE END

Author's Note: Wow, if you read it all to the end, thank you very much! I'll be glad for likes, comments, reblogs, follows and every other way of support. Let me know how you liked this story and if you'd maybe like another oneshot from this "universe" because I have to admit, this version of Fernando and Y/N kind of grew on me... Have a great day and see you at the next post! :)

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Whatever It Takes (Homelander)

Description: Homelander killed Y/N’s parents years ago and when she meets Billy Butcher she tells him she’ll do anything to kill Homelander and she has the ultimate weapon. But things don’t go as planned.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,790

Author’s note: I do plan on a part two of this soon! Also send in requests for The Boys!

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” She said with a straight face to the man across from her. Billy Butcher. He looked at her like he was trying to figure her out. What was her purpose and what could she do? “You plan to help kill Homelander?” He asked. “I plan to kill him with or without help.” He wanted to laugh. Did she think she could do that all by herself? “What makes you think you can do that all by yourself?” He asked, amused. “I have an advantage.” “Tits and Vag? A lot of people have that.” She rolled her eyes, “more than that.” 

Y/N was a copy of Billy. From the attitude to the button up shirts the boys called her the female Billy. The only difference is that she doesn’t need a team and she wouldn’t put someone’s life in danger that wasn’t hers. Y/N was a supe herself and she had an odd power but she knew that Homelander would love it so she was going to use it to her advantage. Billy smirked as she told him and knew that she would be a perfect member of The Boys. 

The others stared at her as she introduced herself. She dressed just like Billy but she seemed nicer and not as demanding. Annie and Kumiko were excited to have another girl in the group. “We could use her to take down Homelander.” Billy said and the woman nodded. “What do you got?” MM asked her. “I have something that we can use against Homelander.” She said. “What’s that?” Y/N unbuttoned her top causing the guys to look at her strangely.

She took it off to reveal a bra. She took that off and on display were her boobs. “Tits?” Frenchie asked. Y/N chuckled, “Hand me that glass.” She said and MM did without looking away from her chest. She held the glass up to one of her nipples and milk came out and into the glass. “So you’re pregnant?” Hughie asked. “Nope, that is my power.” She shrugged. “How’s this supposed to help kill Homelander?” Frenchie asked. “Homelander loves Milk. He has some weird obsession with it and it makes him horny.” She reveals to the group. Everyone was wondering how she knew this but didn’t ask the question. She put back on her bra and shirt, “I plan to use it to my advantage to get on his good side.” She said, though Butcher didn’t like that idea at all. 

“You can’t fuck him.” Billy told her as she walked out of his room in her red lingerie. “Who said that? I’m gonna tease him.” She said. Billy saw MM and Frenchie staring at her so he gave her his trench coat. She sighed and put it on, “You don’t have to worry Billy. But this is my advantage and I’m gonna use it to get my way.” She said. 

Y/N walked to the Vought tower in Billy’s trench coat. She figured since he gave her this she didn’t need to put on anything else. She walked in and acted like she knew what she was doing. She had scoped out the place a few times and knew where everything was. She got in the elevator and in there with her was FireCracker. Y/N hated that bitch. She actually wanted to fuck Homelander. The bitch was obsessed and Y/N couldn’t see why.

They didn’t talk but she kept glancing at Y/N. Y/N got off on the floor that Homelander’s room was and Firecracker watched before the elevator closed where she was going. Nobody was in the hall considering it was getting late. Y/N knocked on the door and she heard him groan. He opened the door and she gave him a smile. “Who the fuck are you?” He asked, annoyed. “We can talk about that when you let me in.” She said. 

“So let me get this straight, you want to be a part of Vought and maybe the Seven so you came to me?” He asked. She nodded and he chuckled. “Why not Stan?” He asked. She walked up to him and cupped his face, “Cuz you’re the big man. He’s not.” Y/N said seductively. “So you think fucking me will you get you what you want?” She sighed and stepped back from him. She opened her trench coat to reveal her lingerie. He stared and sniffed the air making her smirk. “You give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want.” She said.

She grabbed a glass that was sitting near and pulled her bra down a bit to reveal a breast. He watched as she milked herself in the cup. His jaw dropped, so that’s what he was smelling? She was lactating. She held up the cup and he felt himself almost drool. “You want it baby? Come and get it.” She said, He walked up to her but she stopped him from grabbing the cup. “On your knees.” She whispered and he dropped to his knees. She held the cup up to his mouth and tipped it so he could drink from it. She watched him drink the milk like it was the last time he ever would. She ran her other hand through his hair, “That’s it baby. You’re such a good boy.” She cooed as he finished the milk.

She saw he was rock hard through his suit and smirked. She back up against a table that was in the room and motioned him to come over to her with her finger. He crawled over to her and did not break eye contact. She looked down at him as he began kissing her thighs. She ran her hand through his hair again and called him a good boy. He smiled against her thigh. “Make me cum and I’ll give you some more Milk.” She said. He stands up and pulls the trench coat off her body. She lets him and lifts her hips to take off her panties. He bit his lip and watched as she did so. “Can I fuck you?” He asked.

She almost forgot that she hated him for a second and told Billy that she wasn’t going to but this was going so well. She cupped his face and looked at him, “You better.” She said and bit her lip. She pulled him closer and took off his pants letting his dick free. She undid her bra and let it slide off. His mouth watered at the sight of her tits. “Fuck me and I’ll let you suck on them until you cum.” She whispers in his hair and he moans at her words. Within seconds he was inside her. He was very big and filled her up causing her to gasp. “Fuck.” He groaned at the feeling.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and bit her lip. She was incredibly sexy and he didn’t know what he needed until now. His hips started thrusting hard into her, knocking the table. Her head fell back and soft moans left her lips. He shoved his face into her neck and let out some of the hottest noises she’s ever heard. Her hand reached up and gripped his hair as he fucked her. All she could hear was his breathing and moans. He didn’t even know her name. He felt himself twitch and pushed her down on the table.

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. “I’m close.” He warned and she nodded. She pulled him down and his face was in her chest. “Suck them.” She moaned and he didn’t have to be told twice. His shaky lips wrapped themselves around one of her nipples causing her to moan out. He began to suck on it and moaned at the taste of her milk. “Fuck Homelander. I’m so fucking close.” She whined and him sucking her nipple helped it.

He groaned and she gasped as she felt herself release all over his cock. Before he could cum she pushed him off her and he was surprised by her strength. She smirked and sat up pulling his head to her boob again. Her hand found his cock and began jerking him off while he drank her milk. She looked down at him in pure hate as he moaned and hummed as he drank her. She felt him twitch in her hand and she smirked.

He came all over her hand whining against her tit as he came so hard. She milked him as he did her for every last drop. She sighed and pushed him away. Neither of them said a word as they thought about what just happened. She got up and got dressed. “Well that was fun John.” She said and put the trench coat back on. “How do you know my name?” He asked. She smirked up at him. “I know my ways.” She said and left him standing there in shock. 

This was something they did a lot and Y/N learned a lot about the man. He liked taking risks and one of them being eating her out in the seven’s headquarters. He was in his chair, pussy shoved in his face as she ran her hand through his hair cooing at him. She had on Billy’s trench coat and this time blue lingerie. It was almost time for a meeting so FireCracker had walked into the room and almost gasped at what she saw.

Jealousy ran through her body as she saw Homelander eating out the girl she was in the elevator with a week ago. Y/N smirked at her and her jaw dropped at the good feeling. “Fuck John you’re so good.” She moaned and her eyes rolled back. FireCracker was glaring and pissed as Y/N moaned his name and told him he was amazing. That should be her. She left the room pissed and Y/N almost laughed but started whining instead. 

FireCracker glared at the woman as she came out of the room. “Who the fuck are you?” She asked, clearly mad. Y/N stopped and looked at her. “FireCracker right?” She asked and walked up to her. “You’re the one that’s obsessed with Homelander.” FireCracker glared at her. “It’s truly pathetic and it’s so sad that he doesn’t want you.” she fake pouts at the woman.

She leans in and whispers, “He’s fucking me. His dick is in my pussy going in and out until he cums. And that is satisfying to know isn’t it you conservative bitch.” She pulls back. “Also you said something about how you didn’t even have to blow a guy for a place in the seven? That’s because you can’t.” She smirked and walked away leaving FireCracker who was pissed and embarrassed.