#don’t call me gorgeous tell me you wanna bend me over a table and ruin me. you can be more bold okay i’m giving you permission

[alluralater]

mutuals, i don’t appreciate the [looks down at notes] lack of objectification happening here

[nightowlfandom]

PROMPT LIST 2021 EDITION (X RATED VER)

Hi, if you want a fic with no filter with nasty shit all over the place, this is the prompt list for you. These are a little more broad so I need more a storyline with these ones, alright? 

If you want a more tame prompt list/Less ‘nasty’ ver., YOU CAN CLICK HERE! (The rules are there too, so I would really recommend looking over there anyways because I won’t reiterate here because it would just be too long)

This is a no filter, no kink left behind, free for all, dirty over the top prompt list...am I getting rid of the other one? Nah. This is just the X rated version. If you want a mixture of both, be sure to specify which numbers from which prompt list purdy please?

Okay enough talking. Let’s get started,

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1. Look at me when I fuck you!

2. Oh, you’re so cute with my cum in your mouth...don’t spill it, darling...swallow it all.

3. I said FUCKING BEG!

4. You’re a fucking slut you know that? But I fucking love it. I love you.

5. Bend over the counter and stick that ass out, baby.

6. You’re gonna be a good cock-sleeve, right baby?

7. You like when I choke you don’t you?

8.  Who told you that you could talk back to me?

9. You’re so slutty for me...touch yourself...that’s right.

10.  What if I just leave you here with this vibrator on your clit, huh?

11. Oh god, Y/N...Those sounds you make are so fucking hot

12. I can’t believe you’re sucking my dick in front of our friends.

13. Do you wanna play with daddy’s friends? Hm?

14. I think it’s time I teach you some discipline little girl.

15.  Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby.

16. I love this...pussy...you like it when I say that?

17. I’m gonna overstim the fuck out of you and you’re gonna like it.

18. Do you like being used like a ragdoll? I thought so.

19. You think I can’t fuck you romantically, you think all I do is one night stands? Think again.

20. Don’t you ever hide your beautiful body from me, doll.

21. That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look up at me like I’m your god.

22. I have feelings for you, I just can’t get them out the right way...so let me love you in my own way.

23. Backseat. Now.

24. You look so cute tied and gagged, hon.

25. How about we skip introductions and just get to you riding my cock, hm?

26. If we’re gonna do this, you have to be quiet. Don’t make me cover your mouth.

27. I always thought (insert favorite color) suits you.

28. This? Oh...This here is a belt, my dear...What am I gonna do with it? Wouldn’t you like to know.

29. Nothing like a good fuck after a workout, right babe?

30. I don’t give a fuck that you’re on the phone, I want a taste right now.

31. Something tells me you don’t care where we do it, you just want some cock don’t you?

32- Have I ever told you how sexy you look when you’re angry?

33. I really wanna fuck the innocence out of your eyes, cutie.

34. I feel like the angrier you get at me, the harder I fuck you.

35. I wanna try something new...I wanna be gentle with you.

36. That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy. 

37. I want you to be in charge tonight. Show daddy whose really in charge, here baby.

38. No matter how much I order you around. you have the keys to my heart...and cock.

39. If you moan any louder we’re gonna wake you’re parents.

40. How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me!

41. Awww, baby. Did daddy make it hurt? Good.

42. I have such a nasty slut, I love it.

43. Do your friends know just how much of a whore you are, doll?

44. Let’s play hide and seek, the winner get’s to fuck the loser senseless....yes I know I always win.

45. Why be on video call when you could be hopping on this dick, baby?

46. Daddy had a hard day and work, you’ll make him feel better, right?

47. Give your master a proper greeting...yes I’m aware Master’s coworkers are here.

48. Aww, you’re trembling. Wouldn’t want to attract attention to us, would we?

49. I said I would fuck you just about anywhere, the gas station chip aisle is no exception.

50. Can those little fictional characters you simp over FUCK you like I can, doll?

51. Shit your so wet, did I do that to you?

52. Just because you have that pussy over my face doesn’t make you in charge of shit, cutie.

53. Aww, is my pretty baby shy? Our friends came here just to see you. They’ve been waiting to meet my cute little slutty baby.

54. Let’s play a game...it’s called *holding a blindfold* Fuck and Seek.

55. Don’t think, just focus on me. My fingers, my touch.

56. Fuck you’re dangerous, but so the fuck am I.

57. Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.

58. Everywhere you go, magic follows. You don’t see it, but I do. So let me worship you. Let me show you just how much I’m devoted to you.

59. Why read fanfic when you can have the real deal right here.

60. I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling.

61. I know you and my friend have a thing going on...you wouldn’t mind if I join the party right?

62. What a gorgeous dress...but it’d look better torn to ribbons don’t you think?

63. Remember what lying does, baby girl...that’s five minutes you aren’t allowed to cum.

64. What? I’m just having my breakfast...move those covers.

65.I heard makeup sex was supposed to be super hot...why don’t we skip the arguing and hop right into the fucking.

66. I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.

67- You’re like a drug to me. I’m addicted to feeling that pussy wrap around my dick, doll.

68. There’s a huge difference between “I love you.” and “I love Fucking You”?...No, not really.

69. You never told me you were such a perverted slut...I’m dying to know more.

70. You know...it’s dangerous being out like this. A pretty little sla- I mean thing like you out here all alone.

71. I’ll fuck you on this table in front of all these people, and no one will say a think about it.

72. I love looking at you while you ride me...go ahead...show me whose boss, baby.

73. Defiance will get you punished.

74. I didn’t know you were into such lewd acts, honey. Show me more!

75. What’s a cutie like you doing being so sexy?

76. I love it when you’re dirty, baby.

77. Bend over and show me that ass, cutie.

78. I can’t show my love the way I want...I need you for more than just sex.

79- Stay the night with me...I don’t care if it will ruin our friendship.

80- Damnit Y/N, you’re gonna get us caught!!

[hockeyboysimagines]

Can you do fuck up the friendship with Tyler Seguin ? ♡

This was so fun! I’m so glad someone requested this song for him because he’s exactly who I wanted to write it for. Thanks so much and enjoy!-💕

Warnings: sex and implied sex.

Are you gonna kiss me?/‘Cause you're taking me homeIt's four in the morning/Are we doing this wrong?/This weekend I saw you/Through eyes that are new/You got me falling for you/And I kinda want to (want to)

Tell me what you mean/Is it all me? (Ah ah ah ah ah ah)/Start to overthink everything (Ah ah ah ah ah ah)/When you're close to me, I can't breathe (Ah ah ah ah ah ah)/We're already six-feet deep/Let's fuck up the friendship/Come get in my head/Baby, cut the tension/I'm hung by a thread

Maybe it's something/But let's not pretend/Or maybe it's nothing/And this is the end

“All I’m saying is you guys look good together.” Jamie said giving Tyler a mischievous smile. Tyler rolled his eyes and waved him off.

“Come on Dude. You mean to tell me you don’t think she’s hot?”

“Of course I do. She’s fucking gorgeous, but she’s my friend.”

“You guys flirt all the time.”

“I flirt with you all the time too Big Rig, maybe I should ask you on a date. ”

“I mean if you insist-“

“Enough you two Jesus!” Roope said shushing them both and shaking his head “If he doesn’t wanna ask her out then leave him alone.” Jamie wasn’t wrong. He did want to take her out but he wasn’t so sure she felt the same about him. Being flirty people it was hard sometimes to tell the difference between what was real and what wasn’t, so he pushed it out of his mind and admired her from a friend standpoint.

“Thank you.” Tyler said taking a drag from his beer bottle. She was standing about ten feet away absorbed in an intense game of beer pong that had been going for a while. She and Esa were partners and had been the reigning champs for over two hours. As if she felt him looking at her she turned to smile at him, and without looking tossed the ball and sank it into the final cup, winning the game. With a screech Esa came flying around the table lifting her up over his shoulder and took a victory lap around the living room. When he finally set her down, she came over and accepted a high five from Jamie.

“Nice game.” Tyler said holding up a beer. She had on this tight little white tank top and these dark jeans and he wanted nothing more than to rub the beer bottle all over her exposed skin.

Wait what? He shook his head, and felt heat creep up his neck.

“Nah. I actually have to get going it’s almost 4 in the morning.”

“I’ll take you.” He piped up before anyone else could offer. She smiled and went to say goodbye to her friends as Tyler trailed behind her. He tried really hard not to stare at her ass, but he couldn’t help himself. He had always looked at her different but the guys on his team had been pushing the idea extra hard lately. He was mostly silent as he drove her home, and as they walked to her front door. The streets were dead, as they should be at 3:50 in the morning, the only sounds coming from the highway and the occasional car that rolled down the street.

“Are you okay?” She asked when they reached the door. She leaned against it, keys hanging loosely in her hand.

“Fine why?” She shrugged “Your unusually quiet.”

He bit his lip. It was now or never “The guys are just kind of riding me that’s all.”

“About me?” Tyler froze, eyes moving slowly over to hers. How could she know? Fucking big mouth Jamie no doubt had said something to her. She started laughing.

“You guys are all extremely loud.” Tyler laughed nervously and looked at his feet “Yeah they just like to tease me is all. Sorry about them. We’re friends right? I don’t wanna mess that up.”

She shrugged and cocked her head to the side “I kinda do.”

She had this look, a look he had never seen before. Tension hung thick and heavy in the air. It sent a chill down his spine and into his other extremities and before he knew it he had crossed the porch, and pulled her into a heated kiss. It never occurred to him that this would completely fuck their friendship up, and if it hadn’t he wouldn’t have cared.

She was tugging at the button on his jeans when he reached around her to unlock the door and they disappeared inside, not even able to make it to her bedroom.

We could never be (oh, no)/We could never be friends/We could never be (oh, no)/We could never be friends

It got kind of scary/My bones always knew/Oh, I didn't mean to/Are you feeling this, too?/Tell me what you mean/Is it all me? (Ah ah ah ah ah ah)/Start to overthink everything (Ah ah ah ah ah ah)

When you're close to me, I can't breathe (Ah ah ah ah ah ah)/We're already six-feet deep

Let's fuck up the friendship/Come get in my head/Baby, cut the tension/I'm hung by a thread/Maybe it's something/But let's not pretend/Or maybe it's nothing/And this is the end

We could never be (oh, no)/We could never be friends/We could never be (oh, no)/We could never be friends

She was thoroughly over sexed and exhausted by the time Tyler made his way from her house the next morning but she felt good. The flirtatious behavior had always been there but it had finally come to a head. She would be lying if she had said she hadn’t enjoyed what had happened but now that she came down from her high she had realized that maybe that was all it was. Tyler was in her head now.

Was she just a hookup? Surely he cared about her more than that. Did she want to be more than that? She rubbed her forehead and sighed, feeling the effects of beer pong, and sex start to catch up with her. Flyers cologne still hung in the air, and she sighed. It was both enthralling and intoxicating to be in the presence of Tyler Seguin. He funny and good looking, and the charm was always laid on thick for just about anyone. But she didn’t miss the way he seemed to bend over backwards for her in particular. She had always assumed it was because she was a conquest he wouldn’t ever achieve, and here she was completely ruined by him for any other guy going forward.

She felt her phone buzz and pulled it up to see a text.

I really enjoyed last night….but what does this mean for us?

She drummed her fingers on the nightstand and typed out a reply.

Let’s find out later tonight.

From that point on a beautiful and complicated situation was born. While they loved to be around eachother, they kept things under wraps. But the days turned into nights filled with sex, quick meetups after practice and a lot of secrecy.

Now that they were having actual sex, the tension and the flirting was worse than ever. Roope raised his eyebrows at them as the flirty banter between them turned sexual one night, and shook his head.

“Jesus.” He mumbled elbowing Esa who was pretending not to listen “Get a room.” She smiled and leaned in to whisper,

“Maybe we should.” She disappeared through the crowd leaving Tyler to face his friends.

“Are you guys fucking?” Jamie asked squinting at him.

“What? No.” Tyler said. Someone called his name and he was thankful to be pulled from the conversation before he had to lie to them. He was even more anxious to leave this party to Y/N could call his name later that night.

On the edge of my seat/I'll wait for the outcome/If we ever have one (if we ever have one)/Let me take the lead/You follow me closely/But come on and show me (come on and show me)

Let's fuck up the friendship/Come get in my head/Baby, cut the tension/I'm hung by a thread/Maybe it's something/But let's not pretend/Or maybe it's nothing/And this is the end (woo)

We could never be (oh, no)/We could never be friends/We could never be (oh, no)/We could never be friends (friends)

Tyler felt himself falling hard and fast, something he swore he would never do. Things had changed from the night of the first hookup. The relationship between them began to feel more like dating than friends with benefits. Tyler wasn’t sure how to approach the subject and ask her how she felt, but it had to be said.

“Do you wanna go out on a date?” He blurted out one day, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth.

“What?”

“I said do you want to go out on a date?”

“A date? Like a couple? Tyler I thought this was like a friend-“

“We’ve never been just friends and you know it.” He looked so good, long tattooed arms braced behind him, T-shirt right across his chest. Her feelings for him had gone beyond sex, and way beyond friendship.

“Come on.” He said good naturedly, giving her a smile “Lemme take you out.”

She bit her lip and nodded “Okay Tyler Seguin. Take me on a date. Maybe we’ll never have to be friends again.”

“We could never be friends.”

[generouspeachheart]

I find it hard to find someone like you

So, I wrote something... I was reading a Spencer Reid x reader fanfic, listening to Doja Cat and this popped into my head. This is my first fanfic, so please be nice. This is supposed to be an introduction aka Chapter 1 of a story i want to write. Enjoy, i guess! If anyone has any feedback, feel free to message me!

Summary: Spencer and Y/N are both pinning after eachother. Spencer is ready to confess his love, Y/N is too. What they don’t suspect though, is Y/N’s dark past to creep up on her.

Spencer Reid x fem!bau!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Pinning. If i missed any, let me know!

Words:1,971

When Hotch announced to the team that the case is officially closed and we were free to go, you were exited to say the least. You hadn’t been feeling your best for the past couple of days. You had a huge fight with your mom and have been trying to get over The Crush. This crush you have on Dr. Reid isn’t the smartest thing, but you can’t help it. Every time he stars talking about something ultra -interesting regarding the case you’re currently working on, he apologises for his ramblings and doesn’t finish what he started. And every time you say Go on I wanna hear what you have to say, he would flush his cute little cheeks and stutter through the rest of the ramble. He sometimes brings you coffee in the morning and when you’re flying on the jet for a case, he always starts up a conversation about some classic he noticed you were reading or knows you had read. He was just the sweetest little thing and you couldn’t help falling for him. But, as you had been a rather new addition to the team, you thought that this was just simply how he was. Until you talked to Garcia.

“He totally likes you!” she screamed in your face one night after a particularly bad case. You sometimes invite her over just to help you sleep better or to just gossip over wine; take your mind off the case. “He’s like that with everyone…” “Y/N.. you don’t actually believe that?” You look down at the floor. “Oh, you sweet little thing. He is definitely not like that with everyone.” “Okay, I’ll humor that. But still, we have a super nice friendship and I don’t want to ruin that. What if he doesn’t like me as much as I like him and just considers me a close friend?” ”Y/N…” ”Could you please drop it Pen, I don’t wanna talk about this right now.” “Sure thing, Boss Lady.”

“Alright, who’s up for a drink?” Derek asks as he turns to the team, pointing fingers at all of us. Emily nods. “Boss Lady?” he asks you. ”I think I’ll have to pass.” “No, but you’re so fun!” cries Emily. “Sorry guys, I can’t I have…” “A date?” Derek asks. “Yep” I say smugly. you notice out of the corner of your eyes, Spencer quickly packing up his stuff to avoid looking at you. “If you can call a bottle of wine and an easel a date.” Spencer raises his head at that. “That’s too bad, Pretty Lady.” “See ya tomorrow, beefcake!” You stand up to leave and wave to all the others as you get to the elevator. “Goodbye everyone.” The others murmur a goodbye to you as well. As the elevator door close, you hear a voice call out. “Hold the door!”. You’d recognize that voice everywhere. It’s the voice you dream of after all. You hold the door and Spencer goes to stand next to you. “Thank you Y/N.” “You’re welcome Spencer-nova.” He looks down at the floor, smiling. He’s quite fond of the nickname you gave him. “So, got any plans for the rest of the evening?” I ask, striking up a conversation just to hear his voice. “Well, I was planning to do some more research on The Cross-Cultural Perspective but after this case I think I’m just going to reread ‘Great Expectations’.” You smile at that. “You know, I did a thesis on that.” “The Great Expectations?” That gets a laugh out of you, which makes Spencer’s soft lips turn into a big grin. “No, on the Cross-Cultural Perspective.” “Oh, I didn’t know that”. He looks surprised. Almost too surprised.

Of course Spencer knew you did a thesis on that. He read it. Seven times. When he heard you were coming to work for the BAU, he went through all of your academic achievements. He just wanted to strike up a conversation about something you are interested in, because usually you talk about his interests. “Yeah, back in college.” “Maybe I should read those then”. “Maybe I should read them to you some time”. Spencer breath hitches. He wasn’t expecting you to propose such a thing. He was delighted by the idea, but his brain couldn’t really catch up with his mouth. “Um…do you…I mean you could…I would… l-like that, I would like that very much.” The tips of his ears turn pink. Bingo. You have successfully flirted with Spencer. Go you! This wasn’t the first time you flirted with Spencer. You have tried many times but to no avail. Even if he would get flustered, he thought you were simply joking, and that that was just how you treated everyone in the team. I mean, you call Derek beefcake, so he just assumed you were joking. Besides, why would someone as smart, gorgeous and extroverted as you want to flirt with someone like Spencer? That just didn’t make sense. But you had been acting strange for the past couple of weeks, following, what he assumed to be, some sort of a fight. He didn’t know whether this fight was with a friend or with a family member, but your eyes just seemed sad. You would zone out sometimes and Spencer got worried. So it was nice to know the jokes were back. Even if your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes.

As the elevator doors to the garage open up, you turned to Spencer. “We’ll see what we can do about the reading, Dr. Reid. Until then, have a good night!” you say, turning around to get to your car. “Good night to you too, Y/N!”

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A couple of hours and glasses of wine later, you stood in your living room, ‘Streets’ by Doja Cat blasting from the speaker, and a brush in your hand, you heard a slight noise from the bedroom. Paying it no mind, you went to the kitchen to get a bottle opener, coming back to you living room to finish mixing the paint. You empty the bottle of Rose, and start mixing the colors together. Grabbing the now finished glass bottle, you throw it in the air so when it lands back in your hand you’re holding the neck of the bottle. You turn around quickly, the bottom of the bottle colliding with the head of a bulky man, dressed in all black, who had broken into your apartment through the bedroom window. Amongst many things that made you spectacular, was the way you pay attention to your surroundings. You were able to point out even the slightest of changes in the air. “Who the hell are you, and why are you here?” you demand, taking out the handcuffs you took from the drawer in the kitchen and putting in on mans wrists. He didn’t provide an answer. Then you heard a knock at the door. Bending down and taking the gun you keep under your coffee table, you get to the front door. Opening the door, with your hand on the trigger, you see Spencer. He sees the gun before he sees you and puts his hands in the air. “Spencer-nova? What are you doing here?” You ask, opening the door wider, signaling for him to come in. “What’s going on Y/N? Are you okay?” not answering your question. “I’m fine, someone tried breaking into my apartment.”

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Some time later, the suspect sat in the interrogation room, handcuffed to the chair he was sitting on. “I’m only going to ask you this once, fucker” You say, opening the door to the interrogation room, slamming your hands on the table. “Who do you work for?” “Why do you think I work for anybody?” “Oh, so the little piggy talks, huh? That’s a relief.” “I don’t work for anybody, I just broke in to steal your stuff. I wasn’t expecting you to be fucking James Bond.” “So, you’re telling me you just happened to come across my apartment, and decited to break in?” “Exactly!”

“He’s telling the truth.” Hotch concludes as you exit the room. “Are you sure? Because it doesn’t seem random to me.” “As far as I can tell, he was there to steal something from you.” That doesn’t make sense. Why would he break into my apartment just to steal something? He could’ve waited while I’m not home to do that. I work 15 hours a day, that would definitely be more sufficient. “Were going to arrest him for attempted robbery but that’s about all we can do for now. If you have anything else, run it by me.” “You got it, Boss”

“Hey Y/N, you got anything?” Spencer asks, seeing me ending the conversation with Hotch. “Nothing, no. But it still seems weird.” Spencer takes a look at you as you go to the elevators. Hotch requested you go home and deal with this tomorrow. And since Spencer lives somewhat close, he was instructed to stay with you tonight, seeing as he’s also the one who drove you to the station.

Spencer just now noticed how good you looked tonight. Your hair was in a messy bun, you wore a simple black T-shirt with a name of, what seems to be, a rock band on the front. You had on a long, flowy black skirt and an oversized silky white shirt. You looked absolutely stunning.

With the adrenaline wearing down and the alcohol you consumed coming back to you, you felt really tired. The drive to your apartment complex was mostly quiet, excluding the radio which was playing a familiar song softly. “Look, you don’t have to stay tonight. You live a block away anyway, ill just call you if I need anything.” You couldn’t bear Spencer being so close to you tonight. But he wanted nothing more. He didn’t want to leave you alone, especially not after what happened tonight. He was worried. He wanted to protect you. He opened his mouth to disagree but as he saw the way your eyes were closing and he couldn’t help but shut it. Tonight wasn’t the night then. He wanted to check up on you after you were acting weird the whole week. Surely you would call him if you need him. You’re a grown woman, you can take care of yourself. “Let me at least walk you to your door. Check if there’s anyone else there?” “Fine, Spence, you can walk me to my door.” As much as you didn’t want him there, your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the proposal. That man would be the death of you.

“There, no ones here. You can go now.” You felt bad for making him go home after he was instructed to stay, but you just couldn’t. Sleeping in the same apartment just knowing there is a slight possibility you could be sleeping next to him, cuddled up in his arms, could kill you. Exiting the door to your apartment, Spencer turns to look at you. He extends his pinky finger towards you. “Promise me you’ll call if you feel unsafe?” You hook you pinky with his. “I promise, Spence.” Even the slight contact with your skin makes Spencers heart flutter. He unhooks his finger and starts to walk away, towards the exit. “Hey.” The softness in your voice makes him halt. Turning around he sees you, slight smile on your lips and your hands behind your back. “Thank you, Spence. Thank you for…you know…caring about me.” “Of course, Y/N. And don’t worry about it. I’m here.” As you wave goodbye, the small smile on your face pulls at Spencers heartstrings. He wishes he said what he came over to say to you.

As you close the door, you walk up to your coffee table, opening the bottle of wine, you sit on the floor, your back to the sofa. Why couldn’t you say what you really want to say?

[oftenderweapons]

Stress Reliever  - Namjoon

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 3.9k words

Genre: smut, angst, fluff

Rating: 18+

Hello! As I mentioned in a previous post, I’ll be publishing longer scenarios which could actually be considered small one-shots. The first theme will be stress-relieving/angry sex (’cause let’s admit it, that’s one great way to blow off some steam and ease some tension) 

I’ll be following the official order, so I’ll start with Namu uwu. 

I don’t really think I need to say this is smut, and filth and an unedited mess. Let’s just move on to trigger warnings. 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: swearing; unprotected sex within an established relationship (wrap it before you tap it, and please get checked for STIs regularly) lingerie kink, DADDY kink (like, how could I not) plus Joon is fucking packed and we all fucking know it, dirty language, allusions to cheating (but like, not really, how could one possibly cheat on daddy big dick Joon? Ha, not me), spanking, ddlg/bdsm dynamics, brat!reader, oral (female receiving, mentions of male receiving), peaches and cream (don’t look at me like that, how could I NOT do this) marking, biting, overstimulation and ruined orgasm (listen, daddy makes the rules, it’s not my fault, next time be less of a brat), cumplay, mild angst (lack of attention, abandonement issues). RIP to y/n’s deceased La Perla set. I suppose this is all? This is quite pwp, but not really. About 3900 words.

Also, here you can find my masterlist. Enjoy!

Your day had been phenomenal, your boss had complimented you and assigned you a new office as you joined your new team. You had celebrated going out for lunch with your new colleagues, getting to understand the dynamics and roles within the groups. Since you were given a free afternoon to receive a general briefing and celebrate your promotion you went off work earlier than usual, deciding to get yourself a nice new dress and some celebratory lingerie, all Italian lace and silken bows.

But your mood was sour. Namjoon didn't even bother reading your text, ignoring you all day, which normally would not bother you, but considering how hard you had been working for that promotion and how tired you were, but most importantly considering he knew how much it mattered to you, it really upset you. And you were meaning to make him pay for it. 

As you arrived at home you started getting ready, you bathed and did a face mask, hair all pretty and soft, fixed your nails. You felt gorgeous. Gorgeous and furious. Which was normally a very entertaining combination when you added Namjoon, who was currently absent without justification. He should have arrived home twenty minutes ago. 

When he finally came through the front door, you were lounging annoyed on the sofa. 

"Hi." 

You did not answer. And he didn't even notice, nor look at you. 

He went straight to the bedroom, got rid of his clothes and wore something comfy, going straight to the kitchen. 

"No dinner?" He asked. 

"I'm going out." He looked up to where you were sitting, a little baffled. 

"And no dinner?" 

"I called at the Garden, booked a table for two at nine. You could get ready in fifteen. It's on me."

His forehead creased. "I'm a bit tired."

You raised a brow. "I'm going out anyway." 

He huffed out. "Okay. Let me wear something decent."

Five minutes later he headed out, in jeans and a white shirt. He looked completely insane, the sleeves slightly rolled up, his hair pushed back. "Am I okay?" 

"You look divine." You were too turned on to deny him a compliment. "I'm sorry I made you dress up. I really wanna destress." 

His half tired look in his eyes had disappeared, probably thank to the brief shower he had taken. "It's good, baby."

You headed to the restaurant, his hand perched on your knee during the drive, his head heavy on your shoulder. He still hadn't mentioned your promotion. 

A nice waiter welcomed the two of you, he must have been new, considering you had never seen him before and you and Joon were pretty much two regulars there. 

He accompanied the two of you to the table, your hand reaching for your man, while he looked absolutely lost, completely disconnected from you. Even at the table you tried to spark a conversation but he was entirely unresponsive, only mentioning that he had been working on his new collaboration and he had been late because he had to meet the singer. The fact that it was a woman low-key triggered you. It's not like you were jealous, or maybe you were, but jealousy was a feeling you had felt before and you had always had the self control not to act upon it. However, mixing that mild jealousy with the disappointment of him not acknowledging your promotion and your special effort for your looks, together with his detached demeanour had you starting something you never thought you would have the guts to do. 

You started being excessively polite -- borderline saccharine -- to the cute waiter, asking for his name and behaving in an almost too friendly way, offering him nice smiles and sugary 'thank you's. 

Not that Namjoon seemed to notice. 

You were getting half an idea to gently grab the waiter's wrist and write your phone number on his forearm just to see what your boyfriend would do. 

By the time you finished your main course and got ready to close your meal with dessert, you were so upset you gave up on your usual tiramisu, telling Geonwu -- the waiter -- to hand you the bill. Namjoon seemed to get out of his bubble for a second, as you turned down the dessert, suddenly triggered by your strange change of habit. He must have really upset you, he thought as you gave the waiter your card and waited for the payment to be processed. 

A few minutes later you entered your apartment, kicking your shoes and heading for the bedroom. You hoped he would trip over your discarded shoes. Damn him. 

In front of the mirror in your ensuite, you started taking off your makeup, slowly undoing your hair. You hated him. 

He reached the bedroom too, standing in the door between your room and the bathroom, looking at you through the mirror. 

"I know what you were trying to do at dinner." He crossed his arms. "I don't like it at all." 

"I wouldn't have done it if you had payed attention to me." You took off your earrings and your watch. The necklace he had given you for your first anniversary. "But you were… Busy."

"So you wanted me to pay attention." He came up behind you, pressing himself against your backside. "Sorry thing I already knew you would land that promotion." He kissed your neck, slowly starting to unbutton the mother pearl buttons on your silk camisole. "So I thought I could keep you on edge and make you snap at me, make you so angry you would finally take all that tension off on me."

You held your breath as he nibbled at your neck. "And I know you were trying to rile me up and make me jealous just to get me to fuck you like crazy, uh?" 

He finished with the buttons and untucked your shirt, discovering the black lace corset underneath. 

"Was this part of the plan, little vixen?" He toyed with the strings of the undergarment, his sex now hard against your back. 

You nodded eagerly. 

"Then bend the fuck over cause Imma teach you a lesson." He lifted up your pencil skirt. "These are new, aren't they?" He said teasing the fabric. 

"Yes, daddy. I bought them for you." You just wanted him to snap, hoping that your submission would spark up his dominance. 

You saw a shiver ran down his spine. "So kind, but you didn't bend over yet. And this won't save you from your punishment." He said, pressing a heavy hand between your wing blades and pushing you down. "You know daddy likes giving you attention, so why didn't you ask?" 

"I didn't want to bother you, daddy." You already felt a whine in your voice, a petulant, bratty tone emerging. 

“I still don't get whether I should treat you like the brat you are or like the good girl you’re desperately trying to be.” Suddenly you felt the heavy smack of him delivering the first hit. You moaned out in relief and arousal. “You better keep quiet. You kept quiet while you should have told me you wanted me, so now that you wanna talk you’d better keep it down, brat.” he delivered another spank, making his point clear. “Understood?”

“Yes, daddy.” You lifted your head, your eyes rolling up from under your lashes.

He licked his lips and used his spare hand to hold your chin up high, so to maintain eye-contact. “Good girl.” He caressed your bum delicately. “Shall we say that you received your promotion at nine a.m., and now it's almost midnight. That makes it fifteen hours of you keeping it from me. Considering that you’re always so eager when I spank you I won’t include the first two blows I already gave you. Now hold tight because dirty girls like you don’t learn their lessons from soft punishments.”

By the thirteenth blow you were gripping the sink, knuckles white, face blushed with effort, a coat of arousal and sweat slickening your thighs. Namjoon’s tempo had slightly slowed down in order to softly brush your sensitive skin between a spank and another. “Come on, two more, ____. Enjoy them.”

He hit you with full force. Considering that you’d got used to the pain, your tolerance adjusting to his attack, he must have really put some fury in the last two. 

Now finally done with your punishment, he moved you slightly to the side, so to use the sink to cool down his palms. “Next time I should use a paddle. No use hurting my hands for punishing a spoiled brat.” Some part of you already felt a dark craving, moaning at the thought. He snickered at how hungry you always were for him.

He passed the cool skin of his hands on your glutes, offering you a small reprieve, taking care of you without giving any explicit sign of your punishment being over. You knew it wasn’t, and it didn’t surprise you when he hooked his fingers in your panties and dragged them down your legs, kneeling to unhook them from your feet. “Those don’t deserve to be ripped.” Now at perfect eye level with your slit, he couldn’t help but give in to the smell and taste of you, licking up your soaked thighs, nuzzling his lips against your sex, delivering one sweet kiss. “Can you take it like a girl good and make daddy happy or do you wanna slow down?”

He probably knew how exhausted your muscles must have been from the position you were into. However, you wanted it your way. “Make daddy happy.” You murmured.

He smiled like a madman, still between your thighs, biting one of the few spots that weren’t bright red on your behind. He raised to his feet, towering over your bent shape, his nimble finger undoing his belt and jeans, gripping his hard on and using the tip to tease your entrance. “Baby, you got me so hard, watching you take your spanks so well, your ass so soft, quivering like jelly. You should see yourself right now, baby. Looking like a wet dream.” 

He caressed down your shoulders, using his free hand to hold your waist. You knew he wouldn’t bend down to kiss you, that would be so out of character. And considering he hadn’t stretched you out, you also knew it would hurt. 

“Ready?”

You nodded. “Yes, daddy.” He offered you his hand in your own and you gripped it hard as he slowly sinked in. It took him half a minute to bottom out. A deep groan followed. “So good, babe.” 

You released a heavy breath, squeezing you inner muscles lightly. “Woah baby, fuck.” He swore viciously, carefully beginning to roll his hips, both his hands on your waist, one of yours joining there, reaching for his fingers, craving for a small sign of affection while he was being careful not to hurt the bruises already forming on you ass. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, looking for the smallest sign of discomfort on your face and posture. Once adjusted, you arched further, allowing him a shift in angle that had him hissing and throwing his head back. His beautiful, dark hair followed, catching your attention in the mirror. His chest, still covered in the shirt, inflated, straining the buttons on his sternum. You would have done anything in that moment to kiss the small triangle of skin appearing at the base of his neck. 

Now newly focused, his eyes opened and fixed on you, while one of his hands moved to your breast, still covered in the corset, toying with your nipple, then gripping the flesh with his big palm.

“Joonie,” you dared murmur as his pace intensified. 

“You good baby?” He slowed down again, in fear he was hurting you. 

“So good, Joonie, I just—” You shut up a second, needing to focus before you continued your sentence. “I wanna cum, daddy.”

“It’s okay baby, let me take you there.” He made you turn your face and caressed your cheek tenderly, using his other hand to reach between your thighs, drawing taunting, tight circles on your clit, with just the right pace and pressure. God only knew how he did that. 

“Keep squeezing me baby, so close.” He gripped the back of your neck for leverage and his thrusts got stronger and faster, you completely losing it over the way his hips stayed closer to yours and pushed harder, pulling out just an inch before plunging in again. 

Your orgasm washed over you with sweet relief and you were sure it would have gone on for a bit less than a minute hadn’t Joon pulled out of you, his hand still toying with your clit, his vicious fingers way too skilled not to know how much he was affecting you -- and how wrong it all felt. “Joon, inside!” You cried out, barely coherent, only now noticing in the reflection that his arm was moving aggressively, his lower lip caught between his teeth before it slipped out, his jaw angrily clenching in a way that made you want to turn around and suck him into oblivion. 

“This ass still needs something.” He spat out through gritted teeth. 

Your mouth opened in wonder as you felt him press his tip to your skin, his hot flesh turning even hotter when he groaned out almost desperately, one hand still on his shaft, milking out his cum. 

“Do you like that, daddy?” You teased, wanting nothing but his fucked out babbling to praise you. 

“Love it, vixen, you nasty little fucker. I’ll put a damn ring on your dirty finger someday.” He muttered, his high almost over, the hand on your mound parting your labia before he slipped in sloppily, some drops of his orgasm ending inside you, while the rest made a sticky mess between the two of you.

He crumbled forward, mouth at your neck, his spine arching up away from you as he kept pushing his hips against yours, chest deflating with heavy breaths. One of your hands removed the fingers still massaging your sex into overstimulation. You were both a sweaty bundle of limbs, exhausted and brainless. 

“I’m so in love with you, ____.” He whispered in your ear. “My perfect baby.” The hand under you slipped to your chest, helping you handle the weight of your upper body. “Can you wait like this a couple seconds? I need to clean you up before we make a mess.”

You nodded sleepily while he stretched towards the closest towel, wetting the cloth under the tap and placing it against your skin as he slipped out. The arm under you helped you rise up, his mouth immediately kissing your cheek. 

“Did I go too hard?” He asked, his free hand touching you in tenderness and devotion, stroking your heated skin. He used a clean corner of the towel to swipe the dirty spots on your behind, then cleaning himself roughly.

“It was amazing.” Your head propped on his shoulder, your neck stressed because of your previous position. 

“Let me take you to the bathtub and ease out the knots on your muscles, yes?” He discarded the cloth and turned you around, kissing you softly and fondly. “I’m so proud of you.” He kissed you again. “You’re amazing.” He pressed his mouth to your forehead, “and now I wanna take care of you.”

He took off your corset with care, knowing how sensitive you were, but also how tired your body was, incapable of handling any violent push and pull to undo the garment. 

“Tell me you didn’t ruin it.” You said, voice imploring. 

“No. I was careful. I still regret ruining that La Perla I got you for your birthday. The colour looked so good on you.” He blushed, completely oblivious that two minutes ago he had been an unbelievably sexy, self-confident man spanking you and ruining your orgasm without the smallest hesitation. 

“I feel so spoiled, I took a bath this afternoon.” You murmured, thinking of all the wasted water. 

“Would you prefer a shower?” He asked, already closing the tap.

You nodded. Your muscles were sore but your conscience was still awake.

Opening the enormous shower he loved so much, he helped you sit down on the wide seat on the wall, flinching as the cold marble made contact with your bruising skin. 

Namjoon looked at you with wide eyes, feeling sorry for the pain you were feeling because of his selfishness. 

“Can I make it better?” He asked, caressing your face gently before pushing your hair back. His concerned tone made your insides melt. 

“I think that having a proper orgasm with your tongue between my legs would help.”

“You’re a spoiled brat. Never gonna learn.” He tried sounding angry, but the smile on his face told you otherwise. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You opened your legs wide as he kneeled before you. “You mentioned putting a ring on it, Joonie.” You teased, the inside joke between the two of you now sounding way too serious after he said it in that context, with that voice just an orgasm ago. 

“Careful or I’ll wife you.” He kissed your inner thigh, biting playfully. “Fill you up with babies.” He bit the other side. “Have you barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.”

“Please do, kind sir.” You begged, laughter spilling from your mouth.

He positively laughed at that, his fit of giggles tickling your skin. You were overflowing with love for him.

“Sounds shady coming from a lady who was flirting with the waiter at dinner just tonight.” He started sucking at your skin, the tissue bruising easily after his harsh treatment. “Do you think I forgot?”

Here he was again: gone Joonie, welcome daddy. “I’m sorry.”

He laughed sarcastically against your other thigh, now just a couple centimetres away from your heat. “Do you think he could have done you like that?” His hand grasped your breast, squeezing it viciously. “Like I did tonight?”

“No, daddy.” Your mouth opened as he started rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Do you think he could discipline you?” He asked, his voice matching the love bite on the soft skin of your crotch where your thigh met your pelvis. 

“Of course no, daddy.” You repeated, shifting delicately in your seat to accommodate his mouth.

“Good.” He perched your legs on his shoulders, then his tongue licked your labia forcefully, your flesh and his adhering perfectly, the bridge of his nose rubbing your clit deliciously. 

The angle was difficult, and if it hadn’t been for the whole sink ordeal, you would have probably balanced yourself on your arms and used your hips to fuck his face midair, but from the way he was looking at you, you could tell Namjoon knew he couldn’t trust your body like that tonight, the risk of you slipping because of a lousy grip or tired muscles too high. 

Much to your dismay, he parted his mouth from your cunt, meeting your gaze. You loved seeing how blissful he got when he was using his mouth between your legs, his brain too focused to think of anything else. It was his go-to stress reliever.

“Hold tight. Be careful.” He said with intention, as he moved an arm behind your back and brought you closer to his face, making you plant your feet on the ground as he laid down on the empty floor. With some attentive adjustments, following his lead, you ended up straddling his face, his head luckily away from the stream of water falling from the shower head. 

“I need you to ride daddy’s face, little vixen. Show me how much you wanna belong to me.” He teased with a dark growl. 

“That sounds so good daddy!” You squealed enthusiastically. “I’m going to make you so proud.” You promised, smiling at him before his mouth latched on you, his arms snaking around your waist and dragging you down. 

“I’m so happy when you lick me, daddy.” You said, voice mischievous, while he enthusiastically picked up his pace.

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world.” His tongue lashed on your clit mercilessly as he kept pumping your most sensitive part with the muscles of his cheeks, hollowing them with the force of his movement. 

“I’ll learn...” Your breath caught in your lungs. “I’ll be so good to you.” 

His hands helped you balance yourself attentively, chasing your high, until you felt your eyes closing, the room spinning around you and your hips moving on their own command, your climax already possessing you. 

“Daddy, please, that’s...” The breathiest moan exited your mouth, your arms collapsing, Namjoon’s hands on your hips the only thing keeping you from smashing face first against the tiles. He moved his head with wide sweeps upwards, accompanying you through your high. In the meantime you managed to readjust, your weight now again in control, you eased Namjoon’s arms, thinking of how tired he must be. 

You lifted yourself up, sliding away from his face, down to his lap. 

He was incredibly hard, once more, quite unusually. “Please, let me ride you, daddy.” You tried to persuade him. “I’ll do all the work.” You were literally batting your eyelashes at him. 

He laughed breathlessly. “How can I tell you no, baby, when you sound so nice?”

“Can I?” You pouted. 

“Yes, baby.” He groaned.

You were on him in two seconds, grabbing him, squeezing him gently in your palm -- at which he shut his eyes tight -- and holding his tip towards your entrance, sliding on it flawlessly. 

“You feel amazing, ____.” He breathed from his spot on the floor, still in the same position as you’d left him after your mind-blowing climax.

You moaned out at the sound of your name, going already pretty fast to make sure that you both came as soon as possible. Namjoon’s hands led your vicious pace while your hand, already toying with your core, made sure that you could come to the edge of your third high within a few minutes. “Joonie, tell me you’re close.”

“Keep going, baby, almost there. Use your-- oh that!” His mouth opened, eyes scrunched. “There!” 

You smirked naughtily as you worked him with your kegels, hips gyrating on him.

“Joonie, help.” You called out, noticing that his arms were going slack. 

Exhaustion was getting to the both of you, but as he pushed up, chasing his sensations, you felt the change of angle and in a couple seconds you felt his hot cum fill your every crevice, your own orgasm mixing with his as your upper body collapsed, mouth searching for his neck. “Joonie.”

“Here.” His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as your legs started shaking and giving out. “I’ve got you, ____ baby.”

Your nose brushing against the side of his jaw, teeth scraping gently against the vein on his neck, you let your body be lulled by his breathing. 

“Love, let’s finish this shower and head to bed, yes?” He caressed your hair back, lovingly.

You have little memory of what happened afterwards, except his weight beside you on the mattress, the lights switching off his heartbeat calling you to sleep.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

My Best Friend’s Dad

Fandom: Marvel (CEO AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

As requested by anonymous:  chubby!bucky but as your friends (divorced) dad ;)  

Warning: age gap (reader is over 18), smut

You always got excited when you were able to go to your best friend, Stephanie’s, house. She had been by your side when you moved to a new school in Freshman year of high school. Now you two were seniors in college and you couldn’t believe how time has passed. 

But anyway...

You were excited to go to Steph’s place for many reasons. 1) her place was pretty swanky, 2) her pool was amazing, 3) her dad was a total dilf. 

Stephanie Rebecca Barnes was the daughter of James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, the CEO of Winter Corp, a company that designs high tech prosthetics. When you first met Mr. Barnes, or Bucky as he allowed you to call him, you always thought he was easy on the eyes. His face was gorgeous, his eyes were enchanting, his lips were oh so kissable, and, even with the little bit of chub he got goin’ on he was just down right attractive. 

As time passed and you got older, your small attraction towards Bucky grew into a big attraction. You couldn’t stop it no matter how hard you tried. This was your best friend’s dad for cryin’ out loud! And yet you just wanted to jump his bones!

And you think the time would be comin’ up to do just that.

There was a graduation pool party being held at the Barnes household for Steph. So, wearing your best swimsuit, a sheer kimono hanging off your body, you waltzed out to the pool area where you knew Bucky was, manning the grill before all of Steph’s friends and family come by.

“Need any help, Bucky?” you stood to his side.

“Nah, I got it, Y/N, thanks tho-” he turns his head towards you and immediately drops the plate of cooked hot dogs.

You giggled, “Clumsy, are we?” you turned around, practically pressing your backside up against him as you bent down, picking each hot dog up and setting them onto the plate. 

You stood up with a smirk, turning to face Bucky again, “I’ll put these in Alpine’s bowl. That husky will sure love these treats.”

Bucky visibly gulped as he struggled to keep his eyes on you instead of your chest or body, “Y-Yeah. You-You go do that.”

You nodded, “Just let me know if you need help with anything, Bucky,” you set a hand on his shoulder and leaned in, “And I mean anything.” you then walked, no, more like sauntered away, mentally high fiving yourself for that seduction show. 

Once you were out of ear shot, Bucky grumbled, “Ah fuck me,” and adjusted himself in his jeans.

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You were really torturing Bucky and he hated it...but he also loved it. Every time he caught your eye, you’d bite your lip and give him a wink. And immediate groan building up in the depths of his throat, wanting to come out. God, did he just want to grab you and bend you over the nearest surface. But he couldn’t! You were his daughter’s best friend for fuck’s sake! But you were tempting him and a man could only take so much...

The party came and went. It was a blast and Bucky felt so proud of his not so little girl. She’s come so far in life and he has no doubt she’ll go even farther. 

“Thanks so much for this, dad,” Steph hugged her father tight while they cleaned up from the party.

Bucky chuckled and squeezed his girl tight, “You’re welcome, Steph. I’m so proud of you, you know that right?”

She pulled away with a snort, “Yeah. You keep reminding me that like every ten minutes!”

He simply shrugged, “’Cause it’s true!”

“Yeah. Yeah. Anyway, Y/N’s gonna sleep over tonight. That’s okay, right?”

Bucky glanced over Steph’s shoulders to see you looking at him. You waved at him and shot him a wink. He looked back at his daughter, “Y-Yeah. She’s always welcome.”

“Cool! I’m gonna go clean up the kitchen. Y/N said she can help you out here.” with that said, Steph walked back inside the house and went to work on getting rid of all the red cups and empty paper plates.

Bucky watched as you checked if the coast was clear and you sauntered over to Bucky like you did earlier. Your hair was still damp from the pool droplets cascading down your low v-neck t-shirt.

“So...thought about anything I could help you with?” your fingers grazed his rounded stomach, causing him to shiver.

“Y-You shouldn’t be behaving this way, Y/N. I’m Steph’s father and-”

“And I know how you’ve been looking at me these past couple of years. You want me, Bucky. I know you do. And I want you too. Shit, do you know how often I touch myself thinking about you fuckin’ me?” Bucky moaned and you smirked, continuing, “Do you know how often, I finger myself, imagining it was your cock? Filling me up? Making me want to scream your name, but for you to only tell me to be quiet? ‘Cause we don’t want Steph to hear?”

Bucky could feel himself getting hard all over again, “Dammit, Y/N-”

You wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck, “Why keep fighting it? Why don’t we just give in already, huh? It’ll be so good,” you lean in, lips hovering over Bucky’s. You feel his hands rest on your hips, digging his fingers into your skin.

He licks his lips and his eyes dart towards the house. Steph is still nowhere in sight, “Alright, babygirl. Once Steph’s fast asleep. You bring your pretty lil’ ass to my room. I’ll give you the fuckin’ you want.”

You can’t help but grin wide as you say, “Can’t wait,” and pull yourself away from Bucky, going to finish cleaning up the backyard.

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As soon as you heard the soft snores coming from Stephanie, you immediately slid out from her bed and quietly made your way out of her room and down the hall to Bucky’s. You didn’t even knock. You simply pushed the door open and slid inside. 

You instantly felt a wetness grow within you when you saw Bucky sitting up against his headboard wearing nothing but his boxers. 

“She’s asleep?”

You nodded, “Snoring and everything.”

“Good. Come here.” he moves his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion and you find yourself slowly walking towards his bed. You stop at the foot of it, hesitantly crawling onto the mattress and sitting on your heels staring at him, “Closer, baby girl.”

You crawl closer to him, sitting back on your heels once more when you’re just centimeters apart from him. He takes your wrist and growls, “Closer,” and he pulls you onto his lap, “You were so forward earlier, doll face,” his hand gently strokes your cheek, “Do you still wanna do this?”

You nodded, “Fuck, yes. Just..nervous.”

“You had sex before?”

“A few times. Wasn’t great.”

“‘Cause all of them were boys. You haven’t had a real man pound ya, huh? Haven’t had a real man get you begging and crying for his cum? Ain’t that right, princess? Is that what you want, a real man to fuck ya nice and hard?”

You whimpered, “Please, Bucky, I want you so bad,” you rock yourself onto his clothed crotch, moaning and whimpering for him.

“I’ll show you how a real man fucks, sweetheart,” he grunts as he rolls you over onto your back. He pulls your panties down your legs and tosses them onto the floor. You then pull your sleep shirt over your head, allowing the garment to fall off the bed, “God, I knew you were beautiful, but, shit, baby, you’re a fucking goddess.” Bucky’s hands reach for your breasts, kneading them, and tweaking at your hardened nipples. 

“No teasing, Bucky, please.”

“Payback for earlier, sweet cheeks.” Bucky then discards his own underpants, kneeling naked in-between your legs. He takes hold of his cock, teasing your clit with his tip, “You know how bad I wanted to take ya in front of everyone? Just bend you over and make you mine?”

“Bucky, please!” you whined again.

He then reached over to his bedside table, grabbing a condom from the drawer, “Safety first,” he chuckled as he rolled the rubber onto his cock, “Now, you ready for me, sweetheart?”

Your legs hooked around him, pulling him closer, “Fuck me, James.”

Bucky growled as he thrust into you with ease, “Gah fuck! You feel better than I imagined!” he didn’t start off slow at all, he’s been wanting this for so long. Fuck taking your time! He wants to pound your pussy into the mattress until you’re screaming his name!

“Shit! You feel so good!” you cry out, which then resulted with a hand slapping onto your mouth.

“Quiet, princess. Don’t want Steph walking in to see me fucking her best friend. You gonna be quiet like a good girl?” you nod and he removes his hand, “Good. Now play with yourself while I fuck you.”

One hand cupped your breast while the other rubbed circles along your clit. You kept your moans to a quiet whimper, occasionally gasping out a curse or Bucky’s name. And Bucky? He was having the time of his life. 

Bucky Barnes, successful CEO, fucking his daughter’s best friend. Goddamn, press would have a field day if they knew about this. 

The pristine and expensive mattress underneath you squeaked with every hard thrust from Bucky, the wooden headboard groaned as Bucky’s grip tightened 

“You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N. Damn, princess, been wanting you for years now.”

“Been wanting you to fuck me for so long, Bucky. Always touched myself thinking of you.”

He chuckled, “Naughty girl. Huh? Does this match your fantasies?”

“So much better,” you groaned as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, “Fuck, I’m close.”

“Hold it for me, princess. I’m almost there. Almost there, baby. Shit.” he grunted, feeling his balls tighten as he as he grew closer to his climax. A hand grabbed your free breast, gripping it tight, “You like an older man fucking you, sweetheart, huh? You like me showing you how it’s done?” he leaned down, pressing his lips in a hard kiss, “’M gonna ruin you for anyone else, baby girl. You’ll never find anyone who can fuck you as good as I do.”

God, the mouth on this man was just so down right sinful, “Please, Bucky, ruin me for anyone else! Make me yours!”

Bucky pulls your bottom lip with his teeth, then swiping it with his tongue, “You’re mine now, Y/N. No one else’s. You’re fucking mine!” his thrusts grew harder, faster, and deeper now. The loud sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, couple with Bucky’s grunts and your whimper. 

“Fuck, fuck! Cum for me, princess! Gonna cum, ah fuck!” he cries out as your walls squeeze him tight. 

You grab onto his arms, bracing yourself as a huge wave of pleasure washes over you, making you see stars. You honestly didn’t even know what was happening. You vaguely hear the muffled cries of Bucky and then something splashing onto your stomach. Moments later, you bounce on the bed.

You slowly turn your head to see Bucky laying beside you, chest rising and falling in a fast pace as he tries to catch his breath. Beads of sweat decorates his face, to which he wipes off with the back of his hand. He then turns to you, a smirk on his lips, “You good, Y/N?”

You blink at him for a moment, collecting your thoughts as to what just happened...you just got thoroughly fucked by Bucky, your best friend’s dad just fucked you into oblivion.

“Holy shit,” was all you could say, which made Bucky laugh.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he pulled you closer to him, wrapping an arm around you, and making you rest your head on his chest, “You were amazing, kid.”

You snorted as your fingers began to graze shapes along his rounded stomach, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, been wanting to do that since for a while now.”

You anxiously look up at him, “Was this...a one time thing?”

He shrugged, “It don’t gotta be, but if it continues, we gotta be careful. Steph would have both our heads if she found out.”

A smile begins to form on your lips, “So...we’re really doing this?”

He smirks back at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “Oh, we’re doing this, baby girl,” before pulling you onto him, making you straddle his lap, “Now, how about I taste that pretty pussy of yours, hm?”

[sm-entertain-me]

Bad (M)

Contains: Na Jaemin x (f) reader, adult language, smut, depictions of sex, bondage kink, use of handcuffs, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation, dom!Jaemin, sub!reader, criminal!Jaemin, interrogator!reader. Pure filth tbh.

Synopsis: It's time for your first real interrogation without your supervisor breathing down your neck. No biggie, right? That is, if you weren't dealing with such a tempting criminal so late at night.

(A/N: Before any of my followers come at my neck for “sexualizing” the ‘00 line, I would like to inform you guys that they are all legal. They are all adults. They are all able to fully consent to sex. So please refrain from any negative comments or inboxes, I’m only human. Thank you.)

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“Are you ready?” You supervisor, Lee Taeyong, asked as he rested his hands on your shoulders, giving you a reassuring squeeze to calm your nerves. He knew how important this night was going to be for you. All throughout your career, every one of your male colleagues has made a few snide remarks at you for not being able to do an interrogation all on your own, claiming that women aren’t nearly as effective at extracting information out from renowned criminals like men were. You were here to prove them wrong.

Taking in a deep breath, you rested your hand on one of Taeyong’s hand that cupped your shoulder, turning slightly to face him directly, “Ready as I’ll ever be. I just wanna say thanks for being the only guy in this place that actually believes in me. It really means a lot coming from someone in such a high place as you.” 

Taeyong smiled softly at you as he gave a firm nod at the person behind you, looking back into your eyes to show that everything that needed to be done prior to the interrogation was set. All that needed to be done was getting you in that room without any help from any of your colleagues. Taeyong knew your potential; he knew how special you were when he first laid eyes on you at the academy. And now here you are, ready to finally branch out and do things on your own.

“You’re going to do great in there, kid,” Your captain, Moon Taeil, said to you as he held the door open for you, offering you a kind smile as you walked into the dimly lit room. A simple nod was offered in exchange to his smile as you allowed him to shut the door, turning around promptly to face the person you were set up to interrogate for a possible burglary charge.

Case file in hand, you walked over to your subject who was handcuffed to the table, his eyes trekking your whole entire body before his eyes bore into yours. He had light brown hair that tickled the tops of his eyebrows, a sculpted jaw that clenched tightly to make him seem as terrifying as he could given he was in restraints, and eyes that could make any girl weep. He was... gorgeous. 

“Aren’t you a little hot to be an interrogator?” The man’s voice called out, grabbing you and yanking you from your thoughts that were all but professional. Shaking your head to bring you fully back into reality, you tiled your head at him and let your eyes wander his perfect face, taking a mental note to have him tell you his skin care routine because he seriously knows how to keep blemishes off his face. The man sat there twiddling his thumbs as he stared up at you, waiting for an answer to his rather straightforward question.

“Aren’t you a little young to be burglarizing houses?” You retorted, combing over the information in his case file, noting his younger age than most of the perps you had to deal with around here. 

“Ahh, answering a question with a question. Smart girl,” The man said as he stared up at you, watching as you pulled the chair out from in front of out and plopped down right in front of him. As you sat down in front of him, you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes dart to the tops of your breasts in that semi-scandalous blouse you were wearing. Taeyong even told you about appropriate work attire being way more important in interrogation rooms, but you figured he was just being protective of you. 

“You’re not too bad yourself,” You muttered as you folded your hands and placed your chin on top of them, focusing all your attention on the man in front of you. It was somewhat of a tactic to focus on the facial features of the person you were questioning, to get a sense of their tells and how comfortable they are with you. You most definitely wanted him to feel comfortable around you since that was one of the best ways to get accurate information... And you kind of just wanted to stare at his face a little longer. 

A little bit more of researching led you to find out the man’s name is Jaemin, he’s 18, and he has a knack for being a little trouble maker. “It says that you’ve been in a lot of trouble as a kid. Juvie three times, anger management, four court appearances... Are you doing these things for attention or do you do them for the hell of it, Jaemin?” You asked with a curt tone, flipping through the multiple court documents that you had in your possession, unimpressed with his record. He had a little bit more on his plate than you thought he would, and you never thought Taeyong would throw you in a room with someone that dangerous by yourself.

No matter, Jaemin didn’t seemed fazed by your question as he cocked the sexiest eyebrow at you, running his tongue over his lips before he spoke, “None of those actually. I love the rush it gives me. Being so bad feels so good. I’d tell you to try it but you seem a bit uptight. Shame, you look like you could use a little loosening up.” Jaemin ended his words with a quick wink and then raised his eyebrows, signalling there was a deeper meaning to his words. Of course you picked up on it because you could feel a wet patch forming in your panties from his sinful words. 

Jaemin watched with amusement as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to suppress the mild throbbing sensation that was steadily growing the longer you sat in that room. How the hell was he affecting you so much? Was it the deep tone in his voice, how he exuded pure sex with that goddamn smirk of his? You didn’t know, and you didn’t know if you wanted to find out for sure as you tried your best to keep your thoughts to a minimum. Until Jaemin chose to test you further.

“Haven’t you ever wanted to be bad? Just to try it?” Jaemin asked as he leaned forward, watching the way your pupils dilated and how your tongue slid out to coat your lips. “I’d say fucking a known criminal in front of all your supervisors is the perfect way to do that, huh? If you think all that stuff in that little file of yours is bad, just wait until I get my hands on you.” 

The throbbing in your core was getting too much for you as you simply threw the folder down on the table in frustration, opting to get up from the table and make your way to the door. Jaemin was someone you couldn’t handle, not by yourself. He was so tempting, so sexual, so vulgar. Jaemin’s words had such a hold on you that as you were grabbing for the doorknob to leave, you had a quick change of heart and decided to lock it instead. Wouldn’t want anyone coming in to ruin your new interrogation technique.

Once Jaemin saw your figure come closer, he leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smirk, “Just couldn’t keep away from me. I tend to have that affect on women. Now, get me out of these cuffs and I’ll show you how bad I can be.” But you weren’t willing to give yourself up that easily, you were wanting to have the same amount of fun as Jaemin was having getting into your head. You wanted to see him break.

As Jaemin held his wrists out for you to unlock his cuffs, you shook your head while wearing a devilish grin on your face, pushing his hands back to him, “Nope, you’ve had your fun. It’s my turn now.” Before Jaemin could quip back at you, you threw your legs over his lap and sat down on his lap, straddling him against the metal chair. A small gasp fell from Jaemin’s lips as he looked at you with hooded eyes, wondering what you had in mind.

You started off slow, rolling your hips against Jaemin’s crotch as he panted, wanting nothing more than to grab your hips and force you to go his own pace. But he was rendered useless thanks to the handcuffs, letting you take full control as you pressed your heat firm against his steadily rising erection. 

“Fuck, baby. Don’t do this to me,” Jaemin begged as you leaned forward and sunk your teeth into his neck, licking the skin and kissing it softly when you knew you bit too hard. You ignored Jaemin’s pleas as you continued to grind down onto his throbbing cock, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter the longer you slid against him. Jaemin was getting desperate for some kind of release as his hand tried its best to grip onto your waist, but failed as you rolled faster against him, trying to chase your high. You were so close, so very close.

However, in your lust driven needs, you failed to realize that Jaemin wasn’t trying to grab onto you hips to get you to go faster. No, he grabbed at your hips because the key to the handcuffs were in your pocket because now Jaemin hand the handcuffs off and was lifting you onto the table behind you. As you sat pert on the table, Jaemin smirked as he dangled the keys in front of your face, “My turn.”

Jaemin was swift as he grabbed onto your hips, pulling you forward to have your abdomens touch briefly before he spun you around and forced you to bend over the table. The sound of Jaemin fidgeting with the belt he was wearing filled your ears as you tried to turn around and look at him, but were met with Jaemin’s hand coming down on the side of your head to keep you forward as he tsked at you, “Ah, ah, ahhh. None of that. You’re going to stay right here and do as I say. Understood?”

All you could do was nod at his question, keeping the side of your head pinned to the cold metal of the table as you waited patiently for your next instructions. Once Jaemin deemed your answer satisfactory, he managed to slip his belt out from his pants and wrap a small portion of the expensive leather over his knuckles while still keeping a a lengthy section exposed. He had to teach you a lesson for being so naughty earlier and this seemed like the way to do it.

Jaemin’s fingers slipped into the waist band of your pants, yanking them down the swell of your ass in a quick motion, groaning out from the look of your ass in those barely there panties. “All this for me?” Jaemin asked as he couldn’t resist grabbing your cheeks in his hand, pushing himself against you so you could feel his length in between your cheeks. “Too bad I have to ruin them.” Before you could turn and ask him what he meant by that, you felt a burning sensation on your ass that left you breathless.

“Count for me baby,” Jaemin demanded as he drew his belt back and whipped you again, watching the way the skin became instantly red from his punishment. “One!” You screamed as your hands gripped the edge of the table, bracing yourself for what was to come but still unsure of how long you were going to be taking such a hellish spanking. Jaemin never specified how many you were going to take. 

“T-Ten!” You sputtered as your knuckles had become stark white from how hard you were gripping the table, tears starting to run down your face from the burning in your ass. Again, you braced yourself against the table, waiting for another smack from Jaemin’s belt but it never came. Instead, you felt Jaemin grab your skimpy underwear and rip it from your body, snapping the fabric in two.

“You were such a good girl for me, but now it’s time to fuck you like the needy slut you are,” Jaemin growled as his hands kneaded the reddened skin of your ass, watching the way the color of your flesh contrasted with his hands. All you could do was moan out from his words, feeling the way your arousal was sliding down your thighs. Jaemin noticed a particularly interesting sheen on your thighs and proceeded to take his finger and trace upward, reaching your slit and pushing his fingers deep inside.

“Fuck you’re so wet,” Jaemin groaned as he rested his free hand on your back, acting as leverage as he went knuckle deep inside of you to get a feel for what spots had you arching up for him. Whenever Jaemin curled his fingers up into you, he had you seeing stars, moaning his name out shamelessly. You honestly weren’t remotely concerned with how loud you were being, the only thing you care about was getting fucked so hard that the table would be moving across the floor.

Once Jaemin was satisfied with his fingers opening you up for him, he took his spot behind you, teasing at your entrance with the oozing tip of his cock. The sight of Jaemin’s precum mixing with your arousal had Jaemin throwing his head back in sheer pleasure, cursing silently to himself as he wasted no time ramming himself deep inside of you. His cock parted your walls significantly, giving you a delicious stretch as he bottomed out in you, a soft groan coming from him.

“You take me so well,” Jaemin groaned as he looked down to see your pussy swallowing his cock, watching how your pussy would suck him right back in if he drew out too far. His hands found purchase on your hips as he held you in place, rolling his hips against your ass to tease you. 

“Jaemin! Do something!” You cried out as you tried to push yourself back and fuck yourself on his cock, but Jaemin kept a firm grip on your hips to prevent you from doing that.

“Patience baby. I’m just getting started. By the end of this, everyone in your whole precinct will know how good I fucked you,” Jaemin snarled, his grip on your hips tightening to the point you were sure you would have little crescent marks by the time you were done. No matter how badly you wanted Jaemin to pound you into the table and have his name permanently etched on your lips, you were at the mercy of Jaemin now.

Jaemin’s thrusts were slow at first, but they were calculated as he dug his fingers into your hips, slamming his hips against your ass to feel how deep he could go. “So tight,” Jaemin grunted as he pulled himself halfway out just to thrust himself back in, relishing at the feeling of your walls clenching hard around his cock. He knew exactly what he was doing when he entered you fully, making sure to have his cock rub harshly against the best part of your body.

“Oh god, right there,” You cried out as your hands gripped the table again, knuckles forming a pale white color from the hellish grip you had. Jaemin took notes of your pleas as he continued to pound into you at a faster rate, him throwing his head back from how tightly your walls squeezed. It was like your pussy was meant for him.

As Jaemin fucked into you faster, his hand came up to grab a handful of your hair and yank you flush up against his torso, him leaning down and allowing his lips to ghost the shell of your ear, “I want you to look in that double mirror and scream my name. Let your bosses know how much of a slut you are to be taken by such a lowlife like me.” You simply whimpered at Jaemin’s request, not knowing if you could do it, but Jaemin had ways of making you.

His grip on your hair got tighter and his movements deep inside of your slowed to the point there was no stimulation, causing the harsh throbbing in your pussy to become painful. “Jaemin, please,” You begged as you tried to wiggle your hips but were met with a harsh slap from the hand that wasn’t wrapped tightly in your hair.

“I said, scream my name,” Jaemin commanded as he stilled his hips, the only thing moving inside of you was the throbbing of his cock. He was perfectly fine with denying both of your orgasms unless you fed into his ego. He knew he could get himself off anytime he wanted, but it would be worse for you since your fingers didn’t even come close to the feeling of having Jaemin’s cock deep inside of you.

“Fine!” You screeched as you let your hormones get the best of you, looking directly at the double sided mirror that was right in front of you two. Through the mirror, you could see Jaemin’s lips form a devilish grin as he began to move his hips again, waiting to see if you would come through with his sexual demands. 

“Oh god! Jaemin, yes. Jaemin!” You cried out as promised, fueling Jaemin’s ego as he continued to fuck you harder, grabbing onto your hips as support. The lewd sounds of skin on skin slapping together and the smell of pure sex filled the room, causing your head to spin from such a lust filled experience, feeling yourself let go in the process.

Another shriek of Jaemin’s name flooded from your lips as you arched your back against him, granting Jaemin better access deep inside of you to feel your walls pulse around him. “Oh fuck, you’re clenching! F-fuck!” Jaemin groaned as his grip on your hips became the tightest it got all night, followed by the warmth of his seed spilling into you without so much as a strangled moan.

As the two of you came down from your highs, you lay flush against the cold metal that was somehow steaming from the sinful act you two had committed. Jaemin had collapsed on top of you, his rapidly rising and falling chest laying completely on you back as he tried to catch his breath. 

“I think... You’re the best fuck... I’ve ever had,” Jaemin whispered quietly, clearly out of breath from exerting so much energy into proving how great he was in bed. “I think I’m in love.”

You busted into a small fit of laughter underneath Jaemin after his comment, ultimately having Jaemin join in as well. This was the first time you had ever seen his be genuine without putting on this bad boy facade since you met him thirty minutes ago. He was quite charming and humorous, you’ll give him that. 

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you responded, pushing your body off of the table to stand up and reach your hand around to guide Jaemin out of you. He gladly obliged as he slid his now softened cock out of you, watching in amusement the way his cum glided down your thighs but you were quick to wipe it up with your hands, not wanting your bosses to question why there’s cum on the floor. Then again, they probably already know since you were forced to scream Jaemin’s name so loud that you’re pretty sure the pigeons outside could hear. 

As much as you hate to admit it to Jaemin, he was right. Being bad feels so good.

[maximumkillshot]

The Situation

Warnings: Gender Bent! Dean, Mentions of Menstrual Cycles, blood is described... ALSO FUNNY AS ALL HELL

Pairing: None

Characters: TFW

A/N: So, I got a prompt from @anathewierdo yesterday via ask and I found it so unique and hilarious that I had to write it all in one night... If you want a part 2 lemme know!!! Thank you so much for this prompt.... it was insanely fun!

The Prompt: 

TFW + crack + “How dare you. No. How dare you say that to me.” “Drama queen” “I was about to conquer the world. I was this close. Don’t you call me drama queen”+ gender bend ;) (If you’re up for it and if it doesn’t sound that bad) 

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“SAMMY!!” I yelled as I looked in the mirror.

“Who is that?” I heard Cass ask Sam from outside, “Sounded like she was in Dean’s room.”

“I told him not to bring any girls to the bunker, let me take care of it.” Said Sam as I heard his footsteps coming to my room, it was then that I realized…. I didn’t go to bed with a t-shirt on.

As soon as I came to this realization I heard the door open and Sam say, “Oh sorry, uhm where’s the guy you came in with?” as he covered his eyes.

“Sammy it’s me… It’s Dean.” I said as I stood both horrified and yet, slightly aroused at my new body. I had wavy dark blonde hair that came down to the mid of my back and freckles that dotted my face, my face was downright gorgeous and I had a perfect rack and ass to match…

“Yeah right, very funny, ma’am could you please put a shirt on?” Sam asked.

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SAMMY IT’S ME, LOOK!” I said as I took his hand away from his eyes and pointed to the anti-possession tattoo on my chest.

Sammy stood there dumbfounded as he stared at the tattoo… almost a little too long… “Alright alright, that’s enough looking,” I said as I covered my chest. I grabbed one of the smallest shirts that I had and it fit like a dress… great.

“What the hell happened, Dean?” Sammy asked.

“Well ain’t that the million dollar question… shit I gotta pee so bad it hurts… how do they do that?! I don’t know what to do.” I asked Sammy.

“I don’t know…”

“Let me call Jody.”

As soon as I called Jody I realized she isn’t going to recognize my voice… as soon as Sammy went to leave I called him back in..

“She isn’t gonna recognize my voice… you gotta tell her it’s me.”

“Ughh fine.”

Then finally she picked up…

“Hey Dean!” I heard Jody say….

“Hey Jody,” I said begrudgingly.

“I’m sorry who is this?”

“It’s Dean, Jody. It’s me… I have a little situation here.” I said in my new high pitched voice.

“Hahaha yeah right, who is this? And how did you get Dean’s phone?”

I motioned to Sam and he said, “Hey Jody, it’s Sam…”

“Oh hey Sammy who’s your new friend.”

“No one new, it’s just Dean… He’s… a she right now.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT?! NO WAY SEND A PICTURE… CLAIRE IS GONNA LOVE THIS!” Jody started laughing uncontrollably.

“JODY, it’s not that funny” I huffed.

“Oh yeah, it is!” I heard her slapping her hand on her desk at the station, most likely.

“Jody listen, I need your help..”

“Okay.., what is it?”

“I uhh, I don’t know how to umm. I don’t know how to pee..”

“WWWWAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU DON--- AAAHAHA” Jody seemed like she was losing it.

“Nevermind, I’ll figure it out myself.” I said dejectedly..

“I’m sorry, it’s just... It’s a funny picture...Thanks, Sam.”

“No problem Jody,” Said Sam as he put his phone away, trying not to laugh.

“Ok Dean, to go to the bathroom, you just sit on the toilet and let it go…” Said, Jody, as she was recovering…

After I waived Sam away to explain to Cass what had happened, I took my phone to the bathroom, with Jody still on the line, and sat on the toilet.

I took a deep breath…”Okay, okay, it’s gonna be fine Dean.” I said to myself as I relaxed.. But it hurt like, really badly when I peed and it smelled awful, almost metallic.

“Jody? Is it supposed to feel like knives are in my pelvis?” I asked hunched over… When I looked at my boxers there was, “Uhmmm Jody, I’m bleeding… What the fuck is happening?!” I asked panicked.

“Dean? Are you on your period honey?” Jody asked…

“I don’t know I haven’t exactly had one before Jody!” I yelled…

“Accept the video chat,” said Jody.

As soon as I accepted it I aimed it at the ruined boxers.

“Ohh yeah, okay Dean, you’re on your period sweetheart.” Said Jody as gently as she could.

“What do I do?” I asked.

After getting a laundry list of things that I needed to get I wiped myself (Which was incredibly weird to do to my front), then I gave Sammy the list while I hunched over the war table in agony….

Sam said, “Oh C’mon Dean it can’t be that bad, you're just being overdramatic.”

I looked shocked… “How dare you. No. How dare you say that to me.”

“Drama queen” Sam laughed back

“Excuse me?!” I said shocked  “I was about to conquer the world. I was this close. Don’t you call me a drama queen!” I spat at him… “Now look at me, I feel like I have a blender in my pelvis, my breasts hurt, and I simultaneously want chocolate pudding pie and want to puke… what happened to me? The only positive here is that I’m kinda hot.” I said as I choked, near tears.

Cass responded from the doorway, “perhaps it was the witch that you called, ‘a spineless weak little girl’ that we killed yesterday.”

Dean looked at Cass and said “Oh shit… alright Sam, get those things for me, please. Cass, call Rowena…

Sam said, “And what are you going to do?”

“Me? I’m making a triple-decker bacon cheeseburger and fries, a chocolate milkshake, and a shit ton of mozzarella sticks… then I’m eating myself into a food coma.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know Sam, WHY ARE  MY INTERNAL ORGANS SHEDDING?! NONE OF THIS MAKES SENSE YET HERE WE ARE!” I screamed as I stomped off into the kitchen.

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“They Don’t Deserve You.” Jim Hopper Smut.

So. I bit the bullet and watched Stranger Things. It was good.  But I can’t get Hopper off my mind.  Summary: You worked at the police department and the Chief had taken a liking to treating you like some sort of kid. Tonight that comes to an end. Tonight, Jim Hopper is finally going to tell you exactly why these other “boys” don’t deserve you. Warnings: Our reader is of age, first off. Mentions of “Daddy”, a little bit of spanking, a lot of language, of course some fucking!

Pairing: Jim Hopper, OFC. Masterlist | 

“All I’m saying is that…” Jim Hopper pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh. “You don’t have to dress like that to get a man’s attention.” 

I hated when he did this. I hated it more than any other “Hopper” thing. I was not his child, I was not his surrogate child, his adopted child… Any of those things. I was his friend. Even though I was significantly younger than him, I was anything but a child. 

“You’d rather me date a nice guy. Someone like Steve.. or Jonathan. They’re both children, HOP! There’s no one here even near my age except for this one guy. I finally find a nice guy and you wanna ruin it with your talks! Jesus!” 

“No, no, no.” he grabbed my coat before I could and our eyes met, fire dancing between us. He slowly took a deep breath in. “I’ve known both those guys their entire life and this guy too. I’ve known you damnnear all of yours. You graduated not too long after me.”

“I know that.”

“So you should know that this.. Owen guy, he isn’t fit enough to lick the ground you walk on!” I tried to pull at my coat but he had a tight grip on it. 

“Hopper, let go.”

“NO!” 

“Jim.” I glared at him.

“I’ve wrestled punishments with a telepathic preteen. I’m not afraid to fight you too.” 

“You didn’t hit El.”

“Wouldn’t hit you either…” His eyes traveled up and down my body before they flicked to my face. “Not unless you wanted it.”

“Screw you, Jim.” I let go of my jacket and started toward the door but he grabbed my wrist. 

“He doesn’t deserve you.”

“According to you, no one does. How am I ever gonna get a date in this god forsaken hellhole, if you won’t let a man near me. What! Do you wanna fuck me or something? Or are you just being Daddy for the fun of it.”

“Shut your mouth.” He gritted out.

“Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. DADDY!” I pushed my face toward him, standing firmly on my toes so I could show him that even from our height difference that I could take him on. 

“You’re acting like a brat.”

“And you’re acting like a Daddy.”

We looked at each other before he released my hand. I scoffed but he had it back before I could speak. He pulled it to the bulge in his uniform and squared his jaw. “That’s.. Why.” He said in a harsh voice as his intense eyes glared into mine. “And if you keep calling me that, It’s only gonna get worse.”

“I had no idea you were that.. Kinky.”

“Does it scare you?” His face softened a bit and he slowly released my hand. I shook my head as I squeezed the bulge a bit and he groaned as he leaned forward and our noses touched. 

“You want me?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He chuckled down at the space between us, occupied by my hand. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this hard.”

“Can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this wet.” 

“Oh really?” He grasped my hips and lifted me up. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He began to back us up as he stared at me, now eye level with him.  “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

My eyes widened as he slowly but surely pressed his lips against mine. Sparks flowed through us and I moaned into his mouth as I slipped my tongue between his lips. A strangled groan escaped his throat and I chuckled as he backed up and we stumbled onto the couch. His eyes widened when I shifted and ground against him. 

“You’d better cut it out.” He gripped my ass in his hands. “We’re gonna get to a point of no return, and you’ve got a date in twenty minutes.”

“They don’t deserve me.” 

“You damn right.” He growled as he kissed my chin, the texture of his beard tickling my neck and causing me to moan, clutching his head to me as he nibbled on my jawline. “I don’t even deserve you.” His hand slipped under my dress and made contact with my lower lips which were soaked. 

I’d always had a thing for Jim Hopper. For years, I’d worked quietly in the police station only wanting for him to glance my way and all it took was for me to get a date with someone outside of the county for him to spare me. 

“Fuck.. you are wet.” He moaned in my ear as his finger made contact with my clit and I moaned out loud. “Oh I could get used to that sound.” He quickly flipped us over, and his finger continued to sink in and out of me. 

“Oh God.” I pulled him by his shoulder until his fingers probed deeper and he kissed the side of my face. He watched me writhe underneath his touch. 

“No boy is going to touch you like this. No man is going to understand what it tastes like—“ He licked my neck. “Like whiskey with coffee.. Fuck.” He felt me pull at his belt until it sprung from the loops and his pants fell open. He used his free hand to pull his cock out and I moaned at the sight of it. Big, delectable…

“Let me—“ I sat up quickly and it caused him to fall backwards until he was sitting on the edge of the couch. I crawled to him and slowly but surely took his cock in between my lips and sucked in deep. I moaned. He tasted better than I could’ve imagined and smelled amazing. How a man could smell so powerful that it nearly made me dizzy? 

“Damn babe.” He encouraged as his hand came down on my ass and squeezed the skin he found there. He pulled me by flesh until I was sinking deeper, drowning in the smell of him. Like old cigarettes mixed with faint cologne, musky but piney. I moaned when his middle finger nestled between my lips and began prodding at my entrance. Quickly, his fingertips grazed a spot and I moaned so hard, my mouth now coated with spit assaulted his throbbing shaft. Mutually, we let out a strained noise and he grabbed my shoulder.

He pushed me backwards until I was sitting up. 

“I’ve gotta—“ He interrupted himself by slamming his lips against mine and helping me pull my legs out from under myself. He successfully set me on my back. “God, I’ve gotta have you. I can’t believe it took us this long to—JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.” He sank into me and for a second both of us were frozen at the way his thick shaft made contact with my sensitive walls and assaulted every tingling sensation until I was clawing at his back for movement. 

“You’re so tight.. I can’t—“ He slowly pulled back a bit, lifted one of my legs, spread it a bit and sank back in. The sound of my wetness filled the room and he let out a long exhale as he pulled back a second time and pushed in a little harder. 

“Fuck. It’s been a long time.”

“Tell me about it, girl.” He chuckled as he brushed sweat from his brow and continued his movements until he sank all the way in with ease and our eyes met. 

“Is this what you meant by a man’s attention?” I teased and he chuckled. 

“When I first saw you, I thought you were just some.. Annoying kid… And then, you weren’t that anymore.” He began thrusting at a steady rhythm. “You’re this gorgeous petite fucking classy woman who— is so fucking tight. I’m gonna lose it.”

“It’s okay. You can fuck me.” I touched his face and his eyes met mine. “I’ve done this before, Hop. You’re not gonna break me.” I slowly placed his hand on my neck and he groaned as he squeezed it a bit and as my throat constricted, I could see his eyes roll back. 

He began pounding into me harder, faster and in seconds both of us were writhing, clutching at each other’s arms and legs as best we could to try to make the sensation last longer. 

“Say it again.” He breathed into my ear. I could tell he had been trying to hold back asking.. As if it was so shameful for him to want to be called names he hadn’t been in years with his hands around my neck. 

“Daddy.” I moaned out and he chuckled. 

“Good girl.” He bit my lip as his large hand rose up and came raining back down on my butt. I whined as he squeezed it and pulled me recklessly into his thrusts. “I wanna be the only one you wear dresses this short and this tight for…”

“Mmm, okay.” I arched my back as I kissed his throat as best I can with his grip on my neck. 

“I wanna be the one bending you over before we go out.. Finger fucking you under the table of restaurants.. Making you walk funny into work… Fucking you—FUCK- in the office after everyone leaves.”

“Yes. Yes. God yes, Jim. I’m close.”

“Are ya?” He pulled his face away from my neck and our eyes met. “Because I’m gonna fucking cum. I can feel it. I want you to come with me.”

“Yes please.” I felt him speed up, his hand tightening my throat as he hit my G-Spot again and again. “Oh God. Shit.”

“Daddy’s gonna make you come. Gonna make you feel really good.” He was growling now, laser focused on my face as we watched each other, pleasure painted on both of our features. He slowly slipped his free hand onto my stomach, using his thumb to lightly carress my clit and I gasped as my legs started shaking. “You like it when I rub your clit, don’t you? This is what you need, isn’t it?”

“Yes, fuck. Daddy. Please. I’m gonna—“ My air cut off for a bit and when he let go and all the air came tumbling back into my body, my back arched and the head of his cock brushed against a spot inside of me that sent me spiraling into an orgasm and my juices spilling over his thumb as I mewled and whined.

“Atta girl.” He pumped a few more times before he pulled out quickly and came in spurts onto my stomach. His sighs and my panting were the only noises in the cabin for at least twenty seconds. 

Slowly but surely, he began pulling Kleenexes out of a box on the living room table. He wiped at my stomach and smiled fondly as I watched him. “What?”

“Nothing. Just.. Feeling like a pretty lucky guy. Just had sex with the hottest girl in the whole damn town.” He quickly lit his cigarette and tossed the Kleenex in the trash before putting his feet up on the table. 

“You don’t feel weird about—“ I stopped as he looked at me, curiosity in his eyes. “The age difference.” I gestured. Though I was 26, Hop was in his early forties. 

“No. Do you?” He lifted an eyebrow and I shook my head. “Well then.” He took a drag of his cigarette. “Your date’s gonna be here soon.” 

I had forgotten about that. Honestly, I didn’t even wanna go now. “Yeah.” I slipped my dress down and climbed off the couch for my shoes. 

“Hey.” He said and I paused. “I uh… I wasn’t kidding about that whole.. Deserving thing. Or any of that other shit I said when I was balls deep inside of you…” He smirked. “I can do shit like that for you any time you want.”

“Like..”

“Like take care of you. Take care of that. Maybe take you out every now and then. Whatever you want.” 

“Like a boyfriend.”

He eyed me for a bit as he ashed his cigarette. “Is that what you want?”

“Is that what you want?” 

There was a knock at the door. Then, 

There was silence as we watched each other. 

“Tell that boy you’re sick.” 

“Yes Daddy.” I winked and he spanked my ass as I walked past him. 

I bit my lip as I looked through the peephole at the guy who had driven five miles to come get me… What was I getting myself into? 

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chapter 3: on evolution

Thursday, June 21st, 1990

“Hey, Red!”

I grit my teeth as I try my hardest not to slam the filter basket into the espresso machine before turning around. Another yuppie asshole, stinking of cologne and money, leaning on the counter like he owns it, right in my face. He’s so close that I have to keep myself from recoiling in surprise. His impeccably pressed blue dress shirt has one of those white collars. As if there could be any doubt.

“Hiya, gorgeous, how about a refill?” he fixes me with a flirtatious smile, all perfect white teeth and empty blue eyes.

“Sure thing, sir,” I reply with what I hope is a convincing smile and take his cup. He puffs his chest out a little at the “sir.” I don’t know why but I half expect him to pound it like a gorilla.

“How long have you been working here?” He blatantly eyes me up and down. “Can’t be very long? I think I would have noticed a gorgeous thing like you.”

Thing. Figures.

“Only a couple months, and only part-time,” I keep my voice neutral, but his sliminess is saturating all my senses, tuning out the chatter of the other customers, the clank of dishes, the smell of coffee. I hand him his cup.

“How about you give me your phone number too, baby?”

“Oh, uh,” I try for a natural laugh, “no, I’m taken.”

He takes the cup with one hand and grabs hold of my hand with his other one, lacing his fingers into mine before I can pull away. “I don’t see a ring,” he says in a low, unctuous voice, “so I don’t see a problem.”

“No, really, I –” I stammer as I rack my brain to try to find a way out of this interaction without pissing him off. He may be slime, but he’s paying customer slime and I’m on the clock. I’m still fumbling for words when the ding of the cafe doorbell and the thud of approaching boots cut through my thickening fog of anxiety.

“Hey bud, you wanna tell me why you’re bothering my woman?” comes a menacing voice from a tall figure who’s just materialized behind the asshole. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to laugh.

The jerk’s mouth falls open as turns around and finds himself looking squarely at Chris’s black-clad chest before he looks up. He releases my hand like he’s been electrocuted and puts his own hands up defensively. “Hey, brother, it’s cool, didn’t mean anything by it, you know how it is…”

“I’m not sure I do, maybe you can tell me.” Chris’s voice is a little softer now, a little lower, but somehow that makes it all the more intimidating as he folds his arms across his chest and scowls down at the yuppie.

“Come on, man, you’ve just got a really hot piece here, can’t be helped!” He attempts a smile, and something in his contorted face reminds me of the evolutionary origin of the primate smile. Show your fangs, clenched together, submissive, unthreatening.

Chris leans in further and says, quietly, “I’m thinking unless you want to be my next ritualistic sacrifice, it can.”

Ok, that’s it, I’m finished. I whirl around and wipe up the bar, letting my hair fall in front of my face so neither of them can see me laughing in the mirror. Unfortunately, that means I miss watching the asshole skitter towards the door, but when the bell dings I turn back around to see Satan himself grinning at me.

“Pretty pleased with yourself, aren’t you, Mr. Crowley?”

“A simple thank you works, Cora.”

“So that’s a yes then. You cost me a customer.” I glower at him as I grab the coffee pot and make my way out from behind the bar.

“I’m thinking that’s one you won’t miss.”

“I won’t, but my boss will,” I stick my tongue out at him. “And thanks. But really. Your woman??”

“Hey, it got rid of him, didn’t it?”

“Still. You didn’t have to John Wayne the shit out of the situation. I could have handled it, you know.”

“Oh, believe me, I know, I’ve witnessed it. He just seemed like the type who wouldn’t get the hint unless he knew you were someone else’s territory.” He lowers his eyes to his boots like he’s ashamed to even admit that the type exists, but we both know he’s got it pegged.

“Well, at least we’ve evolved past territorial pissing.”

“Maybe you have, Smokey…” he looks up slowly with an evil grin.

“Gross.” I wrinkle my nose with a laugh. “What brings you in?”

“Apart from the usual terrorizing of the bastards?”

“Obviously.”

“I just wanted to make sure you’re still coming to our show on Saturday! You’re not working, right?” This is the third time in the two weeks since we met that he’s stopped by the cafe to remind me about his show. Considering that I only work here part-time, that’s a pretty impressive stalking record. Even I have to admit that the boyish eagerness is adorable.

“Not working. No lab. I’ll be there. My friend Lucy’s coming too, is that cool?”

“Is that cool??” he echoes as he pulls me into a hug that lifts me off my feet and sloshes out some coffee from the pot.

“Oh shit, let me help,” he says, setting me down and grabbing the rag from the pocket of my apron and bending down to wipe up the floor and the toe of my boot.

“You’ve done enough, I think. And you’d better let me get back to the rest of my non-predatory customers.” I raise my eyebrows and nod down the wall of dark, heavy wooden booths. He lightly takes hold of my shoulders and steers me around to face them, walking me awkwardly down the narrow row.

“I’ll see you Saturday, baby bear,” he grins in my ear before letting go and backing out of the cafe.

My nearest booth of customers is a pair of girls about my age, and from the looks on their faces they’d been watching the whole confrontation. “How are we doing over here, ladies, anyone need anything? More coffee?”

“Was that Chris Cornell??” One of them asks with wide eyes.

“That’s him.”

“He’s your boyfriend??” her friend squeals.

“No, definitely not,” I shake my head with a chuckle as I top off their mugs. “Just a friend. Can I get you anything else?”

***

Friday, June 22nd, 1990

“So, what video am I picking up?” I ask over the phone, wary of the response. Tonight’s our standing bi-monthly movie night, which is something of an odd tradition because although Cora is my best friend in this world, we can’t agree on movies to save our lives. We end up alternating in order to keep the peace, which means half of the movies are romance or comedy (my pick) and the other half are…

“John Carpenter’s The Thing?”

“No way. We did that already, I am not watching that thing with the dogs again.”

“They’re puppets, Luce!”

“It’s no, Cor.”

“I’m assuming The Wrath of Khan is still off the table?”

“As long as it still has ear-invading alien bugs…”

We go back and forth a few more rounds until she gets me to settle on The Empire Strikes Back. At least Harrison Ford’s not bad to look at. And it will be easier to find in the store than some of the more obscure ones she’s come up with in the past.

It’s a little after 4:30 when I hang up, which gives me enough time to get the last of these invoices sent out. The hallway in front of my desk is actually pretty quiet, for once. I’ve been in this job for two years now, ever since I graduated, and I honestly think my supervisor Greta gave me her old desk in the front of the station so she wouldn’t have to talk to anyone anymore. Everyone treats me like a receptionist, constantly asking me questions and calling me “Excuse me, Miss?” I don’t mind too much, I guess – I actually like people, unlike Greta The Disgruntled – but it makes it a little harder to get everything done. I’m just getting down to it when I hear my name echo down the hall. Jake is jogging towards my desk with a big smile on his face.

“Hey, Jake! Done for the day?” I ask as he comes to a halt at the counter above my desk.

“Nearly. I just needed a quick breath of fresh air, seeing as I’m now in the sea of paperwork portion of the program.” he scrunches his eyes shut and then widens them with a zoned out look, as if trying to refocus.

“Oh, well then, welcome to my native habitat.” I wave a hand over the pile of papers and brightly colored sticky notes spread across my desk.

He props his elbows on the counter and rests his chin on his hands. “I like it here. The locals, anyway.”

Don’t ask me why, but talking to Jake got so much easier over the last week or so. I used to be a nervous wreck whenever he’d come by to say hello. One time I spilled a bottle of White-Out in my lap and ruined my skirt just because he waved. In my defense, he’s like, ridiculously, superfluously good-looking. He’s tall, dark, and handsome, just the perfect cliche. But last week we started chatting more, and he seems so much less intimidating now that I know what a sweetheart he is. It’s been refreshing to make a new friend, and I really don’t know what I was so worked up about.

“So, save any lives lately?”

“Today was pretty boring, thankfully,” he knocks gently on the press board of my desk, “just an anaphylactic toddler.”

“Poor thing!”

“Nah, she’s okay now. Just a strawberry-free life from now on.”

“I don’t know, that sounds pretty terrible to me.”

“Yeah, I guess it does,” he concedes, straightening up and ruffling up his hair a little. ““How was your day?”

“Compared to a lifesaving day in the pediatric ward, I’d say it was absolutely riveting,” I tease, patting the ream of paper piled up in my outbox.

“And what are you up to tonight?”

“Movie night with my friend. It’s a tradition.”

“Lucky friend,” he smiles, “whatcha watchin?”

“Star Wars. She picked it out,” I add hastily. Jake’s bright green eyes light up even more, if that’s possible.

“Oh, which one?”

“Don’t you start too! Empire.”

“Hmm. More of a Jedi fan myself. Empire’s so dark, I’m a sucker for a happy ending.” Is he blushing?

“Me too! Cora says it’s all just a little too perfect, but what does she know, she likes the weirdest stuff.”

“Cora? That your friend?”

“That’s her.” I point to a picture of the two of us on my desk, and he cranes over the counter to get a closer look. It’s a somewhat blurry, lopsided, sun-spotted photo we took of ourselves at the Japanese garden at the Arboretum in March, when the cherry blossoms were going insane. I took a whole bunch just in case none turned out, which was wise, because this is the only one where we’re even remotely both in frame, and Cora’s grumpy expression is the perfect barometer of how many pictures I’ve made her take before that one. But she’s a faker, because she’s got the same photo up on the cork board in her room.

“That picture is sickeningly adorable, you know that?” Jake beams, straightening back up. “Well, what are you up to tomorrow night then?”

“Oh, uh, tomorrow’s the Soundgarden show.” Why is he so interested in all of my evening plans all of a sudden?

“Hmmm. Busy lady. Well maybe –” Greta’s squawky fishwife voice, saying something indistinguishable but clearly annoyed, suddenly booms off the linoleum from goodness knows where, making us both jump and then laugh. “Better let you get back to it before the boss lady catches you slacking,” he teases with a smile, patting the counter a couple times with his hand before he darts around the corner.

Did he – was that – was Jake just trying to ask me out? No way, I’m imagining things.

But what if he was? I mean, I’ve been crushing on him since he started his residency here last summer. He’s so kind, and funny, and thoughtful, and… expected. He’s everything I’ve always been told I wanted. Daughter of a doctor, I always figured that would be my life eventually too. So why don’t I feel more excited that he’s finally noticed me?

…Why haven’t I run into Jeff again?

Jesus, it’s almost 5, I’ve got to finish this paperwork and get out of here.

***

June 21st. Which makes it three months and two days. My life’s changed so much since that message from Xana that it’s barely recognizable. And I don’t even have time to figure it out, because we’re still in this fucking contract, promoting the album, as though in the minds of the record company, nothing’s happened. And I guess for them, that’s true. They’ve got whatever new thing coming down the back end to fill the void. And Andy’s words are still reaching new people, just like he always wanted, but he’s not here to see it. What about our void?

I guess that’s what tonight’s about. A bunch of us are meeting out at Discovery Park, just a typical bonfire type deal, but we’ve all got this in common. This… loss. Me and Stone, Bruce, Greg, Chris, Kevin. A club no one wants to be a part of, but everyone seems to need. I don’t even have the words to make sense out of it, and I fucking hope no one tries. Just as I’m tossing the bundle of firewood and the case of shitty, cheap beer in the trunk of my car, a little Corolla rumbles into the parking lot and scatters my thoughts about Andy. It’s so ancient that it’s hard to tell what color it’s supposed to be, but I’ll settle on blue only out of charity. It’s old enough that it never even had a passenger side mirror, and the rear bumper appears to be held on by sheer willpower. The engine shuts off and that gorgeous girl from the hallway last week steps out.

“Hey, Lucy?” I call out.

Her face breaks into this warm, radiant smile as soon as she spots me, like she’s known me forever, before her shyness takes over again and her cheeks flush a little. “Hey, Jeff.”

“Hi,” I grin back, blissfully forgetting about it all, for now. “Whatcha up to?”

She waves a bag from the video store excitedly. “Movie night! Not for a while, though, Cora -- that’s my friend on your hall -- she usually doesn’t get back from the lab until around 8, and that’s on a good day.”

“Even on a Friday?” I wrinkle my forehead. What’s so fucking important?

Lucy seems to read my mind. “I know, I know. You have to love her for it, though, we need people like her to save the world. She’s a mad scientist, you know that, right?”

I chuckle a little. “No, I actually don’t know her at all. I run into that guy of hers occasionally. He’s… interesting.” My Great Plains manners are asserting themselves. I honestly can’t stand the guy, but I’m not about to say that to this friend of his.

“That’s a word for what he is,” she mumbles through her teeth to the pavement, and I feel another surge of warmth for her.

“So movie night is just you girls, I take it?”

“By definition. Where are you off to, with your firewood?”

“Oh, uh, a bonfire thing. Up at Discovery Park.” I shut the trunk and lean on it, hoping she doesn’t ask me anymore about it. Talking to her is just… comfortable, easy, and there’s not enough of that in my life right now.

“What’s the occasion?” Shit. But it’s not like she could have known. I look over her face, all open and sweet, and try to find a way to say it out loud.

“Uhm, there isn’t one, really, it’s just… a bunch of us… uhm… we… we lost a friend. Little while back…” I blink fiercely to try to stop the stinging in my eyes.

She hops up on the trunk of my car and lays a hand on my shoulder. “Oh, Jeff. I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to.”

“Yeah. Yeah, thanks.” I swallow hard to push down the lump in my throat as she rubs her hand up and down my arm briefly before dropping it to her lap.  

I glance over at her, expecting to see the usual pitying expression, but she’s just watching me carefully, with serene blue eyes. A wisp of blonde hair is blowing in her face and she tries, unsuccessfully, to keep it looped behind her ear. I don’t know how she’s doing it, but it’s like she’s lending me some of her calm, wrapping me up in it and making it easier to breathe.

“So, uh, you work at the hospital?” I sniff, trying to regain some composure.

“How’d you – oh, I’m a ditz, my badge,” she giggles, toying with the Harborview photo ID around her neck.

I gently lift it from her fingers and inspect the photo. It’s a good one, although I’m sure this girl couldn’t take a bad picture if she tried. “Wow, your hair used to be so long.”

“Mmhmm, even longer than yours. Although I wish I’d thought to wear hats more often, I bet they cut down on the maintenance.” Her eyes linger on the oversized blue striped beanie I’ve got on tonight as a small smile plays on her lips. I pull the hat off and set it on her head, pretending to judge her like a critic evaluating a painting.

“Well? Am I pulling it off?” she giggles.

“Unfairly well, actually. Gimme that back,” I say as I snatch it off her head and arrange it back on my much scruffier head.

“So what do you do at this hospital of yours?”

“I’m a medical biller. It’s a fast-paced and exciting world.” She adopts a monotone, but she can’t keep a straight face for long before that nervous giggle bubbles back up.

“That’s right, you told me that. Living the dream. What’s your real dream?”

“It’s not important, it’s nowhere near as cool as yours.”

“Oh come on, what does that have to do with anything?”

She blushes furiously and looks down at the ground. “I just think it’s so cool, you know, that you’re a musician. I wish I was more creative.”

“I mean it, what is your big dream?” I don’t mean to hassle her, but it’s not just small talk now. I am just genuinely curious about what she wants for her life. And I just met her, what the hell?

“I want to…” Jesus, she’s almost cringing, “…be a mental health counselor?” her voice rises up, asking rather than telling.

It takes me a second to realize that the reason she’s cringing is that I’m gaping at her, and I try to pull my face back together. “Sorry,” I say, inadvertently laughing a little, “it’s just… it’s perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! What are you waiting for, you should totally do that!”

She beams at me and adds, “I just don’t know how good I’d be at it, but like, I grew up in this tiny little town, and… there just weren’t a lot of mental health services, well there wasn’t much of anything, and…” her voice trails off as she notices me grinning back. “Ha, what??” that nervous laugh again.

“It’s nothing, heh, I just, uh… I grew up in a town of like 700 people, so I sort of know the feeling.”

“You did?? Where?”

“The absolute fuckin’ Middle of Nowhere, Montana. The booming metropolis of Big Sandy.”

“Whoa, Montana! You’re a long ways from home.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” She grins at me again and fidgets with that one golden wisp of hair. “Where’s your little town?”

“Brewster, it’s in Washington, a ways east of here. I mean, I guess everything is, unless you live in an island in the freaking ocean, obviously, well, I mean there’s West Seattle, obviously, but, no, you know what I mean, right?”

“Right,” how is it possible for someone to be so irresistibly cute when they just ramble on about nothing?

“Well, I should let you get going, I don’t want to keep you,” she says, patting the trunk under us and jumping back down to the ground. No, really, you can keep me.

“Yeah… yeah. Well, we’ll see each other around?” I don’t even care how desperate my voice sounds, I just want it to be true.

“Yeah, definitely,” she says with another subtle flush on her cheeks. She gives an awkward little wave and darts across the parking lot and into the building.

Definitely.

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The Pact

Sam x Dean x Reader: One shot Summary: The reader wants to break a pact that she made with Dean and Sam. Warnings: language, masterbation, hint of smut, gun talk “don’t play with guns!!!” A/N: Written for @thecuriouscrusader 1k challenge. My prompt is “Blink twice if you’d like me to mercy kill you.” This is a different style than how I normally write so seriously let me know what I could have done different. 

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There was still an hour to the town I and the boys were heading to. I sat in the back seat of the Impala behind Dean, I laid my head against the glass watching as trees flew by. We made it to the small town before dark, too late to really do anything for the case except research a little.

Dean went to the car and brought in a large bag after we settled in for a few. Sam and I knew exactly what was in there. We cleared the table before Dean sat the bag down on the bed. He pulled numerous 9MMs, a rifle and 4 blades from the bag spreading them out on the small table in front of me.

This was my Zen, taking apart all of the guns using the small tooth brush and cloth to get the grit out of the grooves. I gently blew on the inside of a fully disassembled barrell before setting it in front of Dean. He liked to oil up the guns and put everything back together. Sam would make sure that our ammo was stocked up and made our specially rounds for witches and ghosts.

I can still hear my father’s voice as I pull the mag out of the black handle 9MM I was working on. ’(Y/N), guns are not toys. Always make sure they are unloaded before cleaning and never point them at anyone unless you are ready to shoot.’ Remembering his steady voice always helped me calm down when we didn’t know what we were hunting yet.

This was our routine, we did it before every hunt. I watched Dean’s skillful hands delicately put the recoil spring back into place. Then I turn my attention to Sam’s muscular arms as he packed rock salt into the shell casing. It was only a passing moment and Dean was looking for the next clean gun, we never wanted to stop the assembly line.

This was our life and death, so this here had to be done right. Don’t get distracted by them (Y/N), I had to remind myself. There will be time to have fun later. I finished up my part of the task and cleaned up, then laid on the bed drifting off into a day dream. The purr of the Impala was still vibrating through my core from earlier and watching the boys bend over to put things away wasn’t helping the situation.

“Sammy, you coming with us tonight?” Dean asked.

Sam looked over at me, “Your call, Big boy. I can stay and help you research.” I got up and walked over to Sam placing my hands on his shoulders. “You’re so tense. We should all go out.” My fingers worked into his firm large muscles.

He hummed at my touch and leaned his head back closing his eyes. “You know what that does to me.” He said low so only I could hear him. “Yeah, I could use a drink but I should stay and find out what we are hunting. Go on without me.”

I knew what that meant, the Winchesters were a stubborn lot and I didn’t even try and fight him about it, I sighed, “Come on Dean. Don’t wait up Sammy cause mama needs to get laid.” I only said that to get under Sam’s skin.

“Why did you have to do that?” Dean asked as we got in the car.

“Do what?” Questioning him knowing exactly what he was asking about.

“That smart ass comment about getting laid.”

“Well I do.” I crossed my arms.

“Not the point! You know he likes you, hell, I even like you.“ Dean pointed out.

“I know you guys do. I want to be with one or both of you.” I smirked at Dean and he winked back, “but your brother won’t break the pact. And I am nothing if not loyal. I gave my word, no sex with you guys.” You huffed.

This pact was going to be the death of me. Dean and I talked about sneaking around almost a year ago. It just didn’t feel right when we kissed and neither one of us could do that to Sam. If you guys would be together it be out in the open, no jealousy shit was going to break up this trio.

“I know you are loyal and you’re our best friend but can you lay off the sex comments for Sam’s sake.” He pleaded with me.

“Ok ok. For Sam.” I grumbled. “I still getting some tonight.” I stuck out my bottom lip.

Dean took my hand. “We hate that you go off with all these guys.”

“Me too. It’s not like I can have a real boyfriend with this kinda of life. I don’t care about theses men or trust them.” I squeezed his hand.

The bar was pretty busy for a Wednesday night but we managed to find seats on stools right by the bartender. Dean ordered a beer and I ordered a whiskey.

“Whiskey?” Dean smiled.

“Hey I gotta do something to loosen up for one of these lucky boys.” I nudged at his shoulder.

It was only about twenty minutes before a dark haired man finally caught my eye. I tipped my glass and he tipped his back. “Well Dean, that’s my queue.” I pushed myself from the bar and made my way over to the good looking older man. He was handsome with broad shoulders and kind eyes. He had large hands and I wondered what they’d feel like grabbing my ass or pinning me to the wall.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N).” My voice was soft and feminine. I knew he would respond to that.  

“I’m Jake.” He shook my hand firmly. Damn, he had a nice grip, I was equally as firm, I didn’t want him to think of me as some delicate flower.

We flirted back in forth for a few minutes, his eyes were so dark and intense. He was the type of man I would want to spend more than a night with. “Look my friends and I are only in town for a few days. I like you, so wanna get out of here.” I suggested.

He agreed and placed his hand on my back. We almost made it to the door when Dean walked up, “(Y/N/N), hey, Sam’s got something. We gotta go.”

“Really, Dean! Now!” I was angry not at him just at the situation.

“Sorry sweetheart I know you needed a night off.” Dean apologized.

Jake and I hugged, exchanged phone numbers and I left completely frustrated. I think I huffed and sighed the whole way to back the motel.

“What’d you find out, Sam?” I asked trying not to be annoyed but I was never good and hiding my emotions from them.

“So I think we are dealing with witches.” He had to say witches. I hated witches. He pointed out his research and laid it all out to us. He could have just sent us a text message and Jake and I could have spent a nice evening together. Don’t get mad at him, I had to remind myself, he is just doing his job.

“Good work, Sam!” I faked my excitement. “Now we know what to look for tomorrow. Let me get a shower and I’ll help you the rest of the night.”

They both smiled at me. I just had to get away from them and take matters into my own hands. Why did Jake have to be so gorgeous? He looked liked he knew a thing or two about a woman’s body. Dammit, I was masturbating in the shower instead of feeling the warm breath of another person’s kiss on my body. I’m so stupid, if I had only left the bar a few minutes sooner. I was practically dripping from my anticipation at the bar, I dipped two fingers in and rubbed my clit with my thumb. I placed my hand on the wall to brace myself, this was no where near as good as getting fucked by him. Sam’s name almost growled out of me. Shit, I hope they didn’t hear that. I listened, they were having a discussion, Dean was probably pissed too that he didn’t get any either. I wanted to feel Sam’s tongue up and down my pussy and then ride him all night. Oh fuck, my fantasy then shifted to Dean touching my breast as I opened my mouth to him. Oh God, I could feel my release. “Oh” I moaned deeply.

Sam POV

She was mad, I could tell as she gathered her clothes and made her way to the shower. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you? You know our routine and I was this close to sealing the deal with this fine looking red head and (Y/N/N) was almost out the damn door. If you wanted her to stay you should have just told her but no you had to go and ruin both of our night’s.“ Dean yelled at me in hushed tones.

“Dude, I had a break in the case. I thought you wanted to know.” Maybe I did do it on purpose. Ever since she and I kissed a few weeks ago, I haven’t been able to get her off my mind and her with someone else just made my blood boil. I fucked up. I should have told her how a felt too. She poured her heart out and instead of telling her I loved her too. I stopped that perfect moment because of some stupid pact.

“Yeah, we do but this could have waited until later.” Dean continued grabbing a beer from the fridge.

I felt like shit now, my bother and best friend were angry at me. Who could blame them? I’d be mad at me too. “What did he look like?” I asked.

“Who the guy she was…?” Dean questioned and I nodded. “I don’t know, man, he looked a lot like Dad. He was yeh tall," Dean gestured measuring the man's height in the air, "dark hair and he was older like 45 or 50.”

“Oh, she always liked older men. You don’t think Dad and her did anything, do you?” I asked Dean.

“First off, gross! She is our age and he would have never taken advantage of her.” Dean scrunched up his nose, “And I don’t think that Bobby would have ever let his precious daughter be alone with Dad at anytime. Why do you care? It’s not like she went.“

“You know why.”

“She likes you, why are you fighting this?” Dean gave me one of his long stares like he was reading my mind.

“I just don’t want us to change and you’ll be jealous if we're together.”

“I’ll never be jealous of my baby brother’s happiness and things have already changed we aren’t kids anymore. You have feelings for her and so do I.” Dean explained.

“What happens if she chooses you, when she gets tired of me?” I asked, I've never been so self conscious but she just brought that out in me. Even tonight she proved that she doesn't really need me or Dean. She was so confident, women like her are so rare.

“We break the pact so that you guys are together. I won’t go near her. I’ll play the role of big brother, and hey I do that pretty damn well.” Dean said.

“I’ll think about it.” I told him

“Don’t think too long cause next time you might not get lucky at stopping her.” Dean told me.

Reader’s POV

I walked out of the bathroom with just an old shirt Dean gave me, it was a little large on me and hit me just past my ass. The boys eyed my bare legs as I walked across the room to sit with them. I pulled my knee up to my chest giving them a little show, it was just a pair of cotton black panties but I knew they were going to try and take a peep.

I worked on my laptop. I didn’t say a lot to Sam unless we were talking business but Dean on the other hand had a ton to talk about. Everything from the weather to music and even some politics. I like it when he talks even if it is about nothing.

I focused on the case as best I could but witches were always a tough nut to crack, they normally had more human motives like greed and power. I did at least help Sam narrow down the search area to a two block radius, which would help tomorrow when we hit the streets.

I yawned, shut my computer and grabbed a pillow from the bed. Neither man paid attention to what I was doing until they looked over and saw me on the couch. “(Y/N), you don’t have to sleep on the couch.“ Sam said.

“I just want to be alone right now.” I sighed snuggling up with my blanket.

“I know it’s Sam’s night but you can sleep by me.” Dean looked at me knowing I hated the couch.

“I really just want to be alone, guys.” I would have slept in the fucking car but I didn’t want to be cold and uncomfortable. I couldn’t tell them that if I probably couldn’t keep my hands to myself tonight. There was a likelihood that I would do a little reach around action and get Sam so turned on that he would have to break the pact. I just couldn’t do that to him this needed to be a sound decision.

The next morning, I felt awful and I remembered why we started the bed arrangement and hence the pact. Dean was standing by the bathroom watching as I groaned and cussed about stupid couch.

“Blink twice if you’d like me to mercy kill you.” he joked.

“What?!? No you idjit!” I spat back.

“You sound just like him.” He complemented me.

“Thanks Dean.” It meant the world to me that I was even a little bit like dad and it made me smile. “Sam go running?” Dean nodded at my question. “Well I’m going to get coffee for us.” I quickly got ready and walked down the street to the small coffee shop I saw on the way into town.

It was funny ordering Dean’s coffee cause he just wants it black and the guy behind the counter was flirting with me and kept trying to get me to order a cappuccino or mocha for him. The morning was lovely and the sun just peaking through the clouds in the horizon making me think nothing bad could ever happen but in a few hours the boys and I would be knee deep into this case. Maybe it was the brisk air or the fact that as a hunter you may not see another day that made me bold today.

“Good morning boys!” I said as pleasantly as I could without being condescending. I sat the coffee down on the table. “Sam this one is for you.” Sam was seated in the chair, I reached down cupping his face before I gently kissed him. He hesitated just a split second before he kissed me back.

“Good morning.” Sam chuckled pulling away from the kiss.

Dean started to walk away, “Oh no!” I pulled him down, sitting on his lap, and curled my arms around his neck, firmly kiss him. He tongue danced with mine for a moment until Sam coughed.

“Ok not that this isn’t nice but what's going on?” Dean asked.

I stood up, touching both mens’ hands. “I love both of you so much and I don't tell you enough. Sam, Dean” I looked between them, “you two are my world and I won’t decide between you. This is weird, I know but if we all agree to it this then it could actually work. This is a family decision and it has to be unanimous.”

“And I’m the only one not on board.” Sam stated a little defeated.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to pressure you. We don’t have to jump right into bed but I also won’t say 'no' to that either.” I nervously chuckled. “Sammy, just think on it, ok.”

He nodded back. “So how exactly would this work?”

“You guys figure that out. I’m here when you make up your minds. So we have a witch to kill? Where do you suggest we start?” I asked changing the topic.

Three years later

“And that my dear little Bobby is why we don’t know who’s your father and who’s your uncle.” I delicately booped the nose of my sleeping newborn son. “But I think we're all ok with that" I smiled at Dean and Sam who looked up from their books, "because no matter what you’re family.” I continued to rocked him until it was safe to finally put him to bed.

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Bite Me

A Vampire Oneshot I dunno who it is Sorry. It’s either Baekhyun or Honey I couldn’t choose.

“There’s no way you could be an assassin,” my boyfriend argues twirling one of my braids around his finger absentmindedly.

“And why not?” I shot back, mockingly offended.

“Because you’re too sweet,” he kisses my forehead, chuckling, his other finger dancing across my collarbone.

“Awe, but in fact I could. I am a force to be reckoned with,” I bend my head back to look at his face, while he traces the hollows of my collarbone, up to my neck and down. He’s so concentrated on me, and it makes me nervous. I know why he’s concentrating so hard, every moment I’m in his arms he can feel my warmth, he senses each beat of my heart, he can smell the blood pulsing through my veins. Yet, he restrains himself, my boyfriend, the vampire.

He’s gentle with me, I’m a tough bitch, spunky, rebellious, domineering some say, but with him…this man with superhuman strength, makes me feel like a fragile doll in his arms.

“Could I…” his eyes shift to mine, “be a vampire?” I question knowing the answer.

He sighs, pulling me up to a sitting position. He wraps his arms around me, his arms wrapping around my chest, and I feel how cold he really is, there’s no warmth coming from him, no blood pulsing through his veins. He’s the undead. “We’ve been over this, Tay” his thick Korean accent still shines through even though he learned English nearly 200 years ago.

“Yea, yea, it’ll break my heart to watch all my family and friends grow old without me. I’ll resent it, I’ll resent you…” I roll my eyes, moving to straddle his hips.

“You don’t seem to be listening,” he says as I pull my my shirt over my head. “Are you trying to distract me?”

“Moi?”

“tu sais je parle francais mon amour,” he flexs those deep set dimples as his hands find their way to my hips, “ta belle peau brune,” he effortlessly, breathlessly whispers tracing the tattoo across my rib cage. He kisses my shoulder, “my love,” pulling my bra strap off my shoulder.

My chest heaves up and down, as he touches me. His cold hands, like fire against my skin. “C’est la vie,” I moan out as his dick rises to greet my pussy through his sweatpants.

“Oui, you give me life,” I slow start rocking my hips against him as his lips brush my shoulder, nipping gently up, pausing at the vein along my neck, right there, he could easily end my life with, satisfying his thirst. He restrains himself pressing his lips to my neck continuing to nip at my skin. I tug at his hair pulling him away from my neck, connecting our lip passionately, standing on my knees. He adjust his sweatpants so that his cold, but angry, dick is free to meet my dripping cunt.

He’s barely even touched me and I’m like a bitch in heat for him. With his superhuman strength he rips my shorts clean off my body. “Is my girl hungry for my cock?” He purrs against my lips, pushing my hips down until I can feel his head teasing the entrance on my treasure.

“Fuck me, baby,” he obliges with my request slamming our hips together. I can feel him deep inside me, and all I can do is moan out his name. He takes control, finding a rhythm we can both handle, our hips meeting over and over. He makes me so wet all I can hear is the sound of his dick entering me, hitting deep inside of me.

“Fuck, Tay your pussy is like music to my ears,” I smile as he begins to slow down, making slow deliberate thrust into my cunt. Like he’s making a legit melody with our bodies. He sneaks his hand in between us to massage my engorged clit. Sending me into a frenzy of excitement.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum. I need to cum,” the only nan to draw a whimper from me gives me that smiles that keeps me weak as my pussy clenches around him, my orgasm shaking through me. I breath heavily against him, as he continues to pump into me.

“Damn,” he groans as I feel him start to fill my pussy with his cum. “Haha, I think you’ve ruined these sweatpants.” He smiles starting to pull out of me. I know he wants another round, his endless stamina being a challenge for my mere mortal body.

“No, don’t pull out.” He stops pulling out, our cum mixing and seeping out around us slowly. His hard cock pushes back in letting our cum pool at the base of his cock. He lays me down leaving his dick inside, his sweatpants hanging around his waist as he pulls me in to cuddle.

“You just wanna keep my dick warm, don’t you?”

“You wear me out so easily,” truly it makes me feel weak to not be able to keep going all night with him. If he would just turn me, we could fuck until we can’t stand it, but the ability to let him fuck me while I rest. It’s all I can do, I sigh with contentment, while he twitches his dick inside me. I just need a little rest…

I wake up a while later to the gentle nipping at my clit. His sharp canines grazing the lips of my pussy as he assaults my cunt. Him lapping up the combination of our cum, draws out a long moan. “There’s my fucking Queen,” he smiles his beautiful smile. I prop myself up in my elbows to get a view of his black hair casting a shadow over his eyes as his tongue works it’s own magic.

I bite my lip trying to keep my senses as he adds his talented fingers to my dripping core. He continues to tease my insides grazing against that special spot. Every other pump he touches it testing my resolve. One, two, three, attack. He’s enjoying himself, and I’m in such bliss I don’t even notice that I’m biting down so hard, I draw blood.

He stills beneath me, the smell of my blood calling out to him. “Shit,” I whimper as his fingers still midpump. I’m longing for his touch, my orgasm being delayed by the tiny speck. I move my hips in efforts to make him come to his senses.

His eyes focus on my lip, stalking up close to my face, he’s breathtakingly gorgeous as his eyes gloss over. “Babe?” I question and he seemingly comes to some sense that I don’t even realize he needs. He pecks my lips, almost afraid to go any further. The taste…would he be able to control himself?

He starts back from where he stopped, stroking my sensitive bud. As if he’s remembering that he could easily break me. He’s gentle and soft, the pads of his cold fingers against my heat. He continues focusing on bringing me to my climax. His middle and ring fingers pressing softly and constantly against my gspot, while his palm harshly rubs against my clit. He does it expertly, forcing me to my orgasm with a long yell. At the apex of my orgasm he sticks his cock in me, my walls squeezing him as he makes quick, controlled thrust, the sounds of my dripping pussy matching his timing. I’m sensitive and can feel my orgasm being forced to continue beyond limit. My hands wonder up to his chest, toned and sculpted. He’s all that I can understand as being real in the moment, as a secondary orgasm is rushed through me and the feeling of his own cum being empty into me. He pants, and bores his eyes into mine.

Even the undead can love, I feel his love as he stares into my eyes. It feels true, as he rest his head on my chest. His fingers tracing shapes against my side, as I drift off to sleep again.

When I wake next it’s already dusk, a ball gown is laid out on the bed. A note on the side table tells me to get ready and he’d pick me up.

Around 7 I’m ready and make my way to the lobby of my apartment complex, just outside the door sits a dark blue McLaren GT, and the man who holds my heart. His hair perfectly fixed, dressed in a fitted tux, he flexes his jaw as I approach. My heart beating faster, I can’t believe he loves me. He presses his lips to my forehead, whispering how beautiful I look tonight. He escorts me around the car, helping me into the super car. He pulls out of the drive hitting the open road, the twin-turbocharged 4.0-liter V-8 generates 612 horsepower and 465 lb-ft of torque, hitting 60 in 3.1 seconds he pushes it to its limits along the mountain side roads leading us to a remote cliff side mansion.

It looks as if it’s in the process of being restored. It’s old and feels like it’s full of history. The nearly 300 year old building. Lights are strung along the walk ways, wrapped along the twin stair case he guides me up. To a balcony set with candle light and and soft music playing. He holds my hand tightly.

“Dance with me,” he states, guiding me through a waltz. He’s gentle and in control. His dominance clear yet gentle. I rest my head on his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of love radiating through this night. “Tay,” he begins while dancing. “This is the place, where I was turned. More than 200 years ago, I was orphaned. Left alone in a mansion, with just staff to raise me. I was arrogant and didn’t know how to show love. I didn’t care who I hurt, I wouldn’t let them hurt me first. Til I met this cold woman, I was 27. She was just as cold and unfeeling as I was, she promised me forever. And like that she drained me of what made me human. Replacing it with a desire to be full, and the only thing to satisfy it was blood.” He pauses, “ she left not long afterwards, leaving me confused and angry. I killed any woman who came near to entering my heart, intentionally or accidentally. In the end I couldn’t tell the difference, because I was scared. Scared to be abandoned, scared to take to much from them, scared it wouldn’t fill the multiple voids.” He slows the waltz to look at me, “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says. It’s full of sincerity.

“You won’t,” I assure him.

He looks down at me with black eyes. “I know I won’t,” he whispers. He kisses my lips gently and passionately. “Ready for forever,”sweeping my hair to the side, he takes a bite.

[queercapwriting]

How about some really really kinky smut, Cap? I'm talking about restraints, dirty talk, praise, ice? (Your Ice cube smut was hoooot), everything you want? + wrecked Sanvers?

It starts with a lap dance.

Well, it starts, truth be told, slightly before the lap dance.

It starts out in the field, Maggie’s badge gleaming and the way she holds her gun steady, the way she holds her body braced.

The way she calls off her partner, calls off Alex’s strike team – who obey her with only a confirmation glance at Alex – and talks the lost Infernian down from burning a hole into the foundation of the building.

“I don’t want to lock you up, and I don’t want to shoot you. I just want to help. I can help. Let me,” she tells him, and he… he listens.

He listens because Maggie lowers her gun and Maggie’s tone is calm, is quiet, is honest.

Is unafraid of the Infernian’s fear.

And her empathy, her steadiness, her intelligence?

She’s smart and she’s tough and she’s just… beautiful. She’s so beautiful.

Alex gets home before Maggie – paperwork galore at the precinct – and changes. Changes into that silk slip she knows Maggie loves, because Maggie deserves the best every night.

But tonight? Maggie saved everyone’s lives – Alex’s, both of their entire teams, the Infernian, everyone in that building and the surrounding blocks – by being… kind.

It blows Alex’s mind and Maggie always deserves the best, but tonight, she deserves… everything.

Which is all Alex ever wants to give her.

So it starts on the field, and it continues, really, with a lap dance.

A lap dance that Maggie readily accepts along with a shot of scotch that she downs as she lets Alex push her back onto the couch, Maggie’s eyes wide, throat both burning and dry, eyes all over Alex’s body.

Alex’s body, moving so perfectly for her – so perfectly against her tight jeans, against the detective shield still hooked onto her belt – that Maggie needs her, needs her, needs her.

So much harder than she’s getting her so far.

So it starts with a lap dance, Alex running her hands through her own hair when she’s not reaching back to drag her fingernails up and down Maggie’s thighs, but fuck, fuck, fuck Danvers, it doesn’t end with a lap dance.

Because Alex’s body is pliant and warm and she’s not wearing underwear under her slip and she makes she Maggie knows it.

She growls when Alex grinds down, slow and tempting and teasing, into her lap, and she whispers words into her ear that make Alex unsuccessfully try to bite down a scream.

“Can I tie you down, Danvers?” she wants to know, and Alex can’t nod hard enough.

“Bed,” Maggie directs her, and she bites her lip and obeys, heat coursing through her as she feels Maggie’s eyes raking up and down her body as she moves.

“Wanna get on your knees for me, Danvers?” she asks next, unbuckling her belt slow, steady, drawing in Alex’s wide eyes, making Alex arch her hips unconsciously.

“I thought you wanted me on the bed and tied down, Detective,” she answers in a small voice, and Maggie grits her teeth with want.

“Color?” she needs to know, because she needs to escalate this, stat, but only if Alex is desperate for it.

And she is, she is, fuck, she is.

“Neon green, baby,” Alex whispers, and Maggie grins hungrily.

“Then stop talking back and start obeying orders, Agent Danvers. Now get on your knees for me.”

Alex bites her lip and kneels.

Maggie nearly trips with the headiness of seeing this woman so soft for her, so open for her, and she nearly takes her hands and lifts her up and makes sweet, soft, adoring love to her.

But Alex is in that slip and her lips are slightly parted, and later, later, later.

Now?

Now, she bends down and cups Alex’s chin in her hand and tilts her face up to kiss her. “My good girl,” she murmurs. “You look so good looking up at me like this.”

Alex barely swallows a moan, and Maggie shakes her head.

“You don’t have to hold back, Ally. Tell me what you want.”

“You,” she chokes out, and Maggie chuckles.

“How, Danvers?”

Alex’s eyes drop to Maggie’s half-unbuckled belt, her badge, and wets her lips. “I want you to take me.”

“Do you now? Good girl. Bend over. All fours.”

Alex moans as she hastens to obey, but Maggie frowns. “No, sorry. On the bed. Don’t want… the floor… could hurt you”

Alex’s heart warms at Maggie’s thoughtfulness, at that endless kindness in the midst of that damn violent storm.

“I love you,” she whispers as she crawls on top of the bed, arching her ass up for Maggie as she does so.

Maggie covers the back of Alex’s body with her own and kisses the back of her neck. “I love you back, Alex,” she murmurs into her ear before nipping at her lobe just the way she knows Alex likes.

“Now, do you want me to tell you what I want to do to you?”

Alex can’t speak. She squeaks instead. Nods.

Maggie barely suppresses a grin. “I want you to be a good girl for me and stay just like that, bent over like that for me. Because I want to tie your wrists and ankles down, and I want you to spread your legs nice and wide for me, because then I want to fuck you from behind until you can’t do anything but scream my name. Am I missing anything, Agent Danvers?”

Alex focuses, because it’s already hard to think, and Maggie isn’t even touching her. Yet.

Fuck.

“Ice,” she finally arrives at. “Please?”

She feels rather than sees Maggie’s indulgent smile. “Can you wait here for me, beautiful? Just like this?”

Alex nods with her forehead pressed against the pillow, and Maggie asks again, because a nod isn’t enough right now. “Ally?”

“Green, Mags,” she whispers, and Maggie kisses the back of her neck.

“That’s my girl.”

Alex tries not to writhe around while she listens to Maggie padding into the kitchen, opening the freezer. Cracking ice cubes from the tray into a glass. Breathing in. Breathing out.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” she rasps when she’s back at the foot of their bed, and Alex bites her lip.

“I stayed just like you asked me to,” she says, and Maggie smiles, because she knows what Alex wants.

“Mmm, you did. You stayed just like I asked because you’re so damn good, Alex Danvers. My perfect girl. So brilliant and brave and beautiful and perfect.”

Maggie reaches for her and guides her gently off her knees, rolling her over onto her back, and she smiles when they can see each other’s faces again.

“Hi,” she tells her, almost shyly, and Alex blushes.

“Hey you.”

Maggie holds up the glass of ice questioningly, and Alex hisses. “Please?”

“Strip for me, babygirl,” Maggie asks softly, and Alex sits up, raising her hips to tug her slip above her head slow, slow, slow. Revealing inch by inch of her scarred, perfect skin gradual, teasing, desperate, the way she knows Maggie loves. The way she knows Maggie deserves.

“So gorgeous,” Maggie murmurs when Alex lays back, slightly flushed and completely naked, and there are tears in both of their eyes.

“I want you,” Alex whispers, helping Maggie stay centered, and Maggie smiles gratefully at the help.

“And you have me,” she tells her, kneeling in front of her and taking an ice cube between her fingers gingerly. Alex hisses and holds her breath underneath her.

Maggie looks at her like she’s a work of art as she slides the corner of the ice cube up from Alex’s waistline to trace circles around her nipples, making her hard and making her drip and making her writhe helplessly.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Alex Danvers. Does it make me terrible that all I want to do is mess you up?”

Alex gasps as Maggie lets the ice drip directly onto her hardened nipple, and when her fingers slam down into the sheets, Maggie moans at the sight.

“You can mess me up any time you want, Detective,” she pleads, and Maggie bends to lick the trail of cold water off of Alex’s breast.

Alex screams.

Maggie moans, her mouth full of Alex, her mouth needing more.

“Can you handle being tied down right now?” she wants to know, and Alex offers her wrists above her head immediately. Maggie chuckles at her enthusiasm as she clinks the ice back into the glass and reaches over to the bedside table.

“Good?” she asks as she secures their favorite cuffs around Alex’s wrists.

“Please,” Alex begs, nodding down toward the glass of ice. Maggie smiles wickedly.

“Please you? Always.”

And she does, tracing a fresh cube down from Alex’s other nipple – eliciting a fresh scream of pleasure from her writhing fiancee – down her stomach, down her inner thighs. She hesitates over her clit until Alex can’t stop her hips from bucking.

“Please, Maggie,” she whines, and Maggie removes the cube farther.

“Be a good girl, now, Danvers,” she chides gently, reaching for Alex’s palm. Alex squeezes down on her fingers – their signal for green, for keep going, for yes please fuck don’t stop.

“Please… Detective.”

“There’s my girl. Please what, Al?” Maggie waits, and Alex thrashes her hips, her wrists, helplessly.

“Please let me feel that ice on my clit.”

Maggie moans at her request, her head tossing back and her eyes fluttering shut. “But won’t you be too cold then?”

Alex writhes harder and Maggie has never seen anything this beautiful. Except probably the way she looks when she just wakes up in the morning.

“I’m sure you can find a way to warm me back up, Detective,” Alex pants, and Maggie gives no warning before she gives her what she wants.

She lets the ice – finally – drip down Alex’s throbbing clit, drip down to her soaked opening, drip down onto their ruined sheets, until Alex’s screams, Alex’s pleas, Alex’s prays, fill Maggie’s entire bloodstream, and she gives Alex what she really wants.

Her mouth closing down around her clit, her tongue slipping inside her, followed by her freezing fingers, Alex throbbing and thrusting and sobbing with need, with passion, with love.

Maggie shifts so Alex is slamming her hips up into Maggie’s forehead, giving her more solid, steady pressure than her lips could provide, and after a moment’s hesitation, a moment’s embarrassment, a moment’s adjustment, a moment of Maggie’s encouragement – “go ahead, babygirl, ride me as hard as you need to” – Alex obeys again.

She obeys and she rides her fingers, rides her forehead, hard and fast and loud, her hands clamped above her head and her legs wrapped around Maggie’s shoulders, glad that Maggie’s mouth is free so she can talk her though, keep her steady, keep her centered.

“You’re so beautiful, Alex.”

“I love when you take what you need, Danvers, it’s so sexy.”

“Just like that, Alex, you don’t have to hold anything back.”

“I want to feel you pulsing all around my fingers, sweetie, can you be a good girl and come just for me?”

“Fuck, I love you, Alex Danvers. I love you, I love you, I love you, my future wife, I love you.”

When Alex remembers how to speak – when Maggie’s uncuffed her and kissed her wrists, when she’s gathered her close into her body and kissed every bit of her skin she can reach – she sighs.

“The whole reason I did that was to give you pleasure, Maggie, I… you made it about me. And, god, it was amazing, I’m not complaining, but I… I don’t want you to think that I – ”

“Oh, did you think I was done, Danvers?” Maggie grins, and Alex practically topples them both off the bed with excitement.

“Excellent,” she murmurs into their kiss, and god, it really is.

[moonlitjiminn]

Purple Part Twelve | Taehyung, You

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Why do you have to be different?

Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair, plonking himself on his sofa. He didn’t know what to do, loving Tori was the only thing he could do and now that their relationship was undefined, he felt like his world was falling apart.

He knew this was going to happen.

Tori was too good to be true.

She was that amazing dream that he wasn’t worthy enough of having.

And yet he believed it could work out.

Why did his father have to show up and ruin everything?

But he knew that wasn’t the problem. He knew that the pair had literally spend every spare second together, and once his father came along, and threatened it, they broke. And they broke so bad that it was unfixable.

He didn’t regret spending all that time with her, however, she loved and cherished every moment of it.

After handing in his Chemistry assignment, he ended up walking to the cafeteria. Maybe he couldn’t speak to Tori but he was sue he would be able to watch her at least from afar.

“Hey man,” it took a while for him to realise someone was speaking to him and he slowly turned around.

“Jimin…”

“You remember my name,” he said with a laugh.

How could I forget it?

“What’s up?” Taehyung asked slowly, he was Tori’s friend, it wouldn’t be right to not treat him with respect. That doesn’t mean he had to like him though.

“Can you help me with something? I’m kinda stuck on a history essay and I don’t really-”

Taehyung gave him a small smile, he didn’t know how to say no.

“Sure, you wanna sit down?”

“Really? Thanks man, you’re the best!” Jimin brought a lunch tray for the both of them and slid in next to Taehyung on the table.

He listened intently when Taehyung read over his essay and told him where to correct grammar and spelling, as well as telling him where to go into more detail.

Jimin brought out his history textbooks and added in the explanations Taehyung had told him to do, and an hour later they had constructed an essay worthy of an A+.

Taehyung would know.

“You’re seriously so amazing, why didn’t we become friends ages ago?”

Taehyung hid his face. Because I’m not outgoing like you.

“I really owe you one, you wanna hit the arcade with me?”

“Uh…”

“Come,” he said cheerily and stood up, hanging his bag over his shoulder, “It’ll be fun!”

Taehyung’s balance faltered as he stood up, he didn’t want to go but he also didn’t want to say no.

“Do you go to the arcade often?” Jimin asked as they strolled off campus.

Taehyung walked in step beside him, finding it weird how he could be intimidated by anyone no matter how small. He didn’t realise before that Jimin was in fact, shorter.

“No, not really,” Taehyung said. Honestly, he had never been there before.

But he didn’t get to find out what it was like to be at one because just then, when they reached a secluded alleyway, Jimin dropped his bag on the floor. Taehyung turned to him, stunned. “What are you…”

Jimin lunged forward, grabbing Taehyung’s collar and pushing him against the wall. Taehyung’s eyes grew wide, and he took in a deep breath.

He hadn’t faced a situation like this in so long.

“What did you do to her?” Jimin huffed.

“W-What are you talking about?”

“Tori, she’s so different now, moping around like every day’s a bad day, what did you do to her?!”

“I-I didn’t do anything,” he stammered, not knowing how to get out of this situation.

Jimin brought his fist up to his head, pulling it back and aiming for Taehyung. He squeezed his eyes shut, accepting that he wasn’t going to get out of this, but when he thought the impact was going to hit him, nothing did.

Opening one eye, he saw some strands of silver hair slide in front of him, hair that he had grown to love.

“Guess what?” Tori asked over the phone.

“What?”

“I dyed my hair!” her voice was much too enthusiastic compared to Taehyung’s expression.

“What?”

“Geez don’t be too excited,” he could hear the eye roll.

“So your hair’s not brown anymore?” he couldn’t hide the disappointment in his voice. He loved her brown hair. It reminded him of his own mother’s hair, and he loved running his fingers through them. Watching the brown silk wave through his hands as he stroked her hair was one of his favourite things to do.

“Kim Taehyung, do you only like me for my hair?”

“No, but…”

“I would tell you to open the door but I don’t even want to see you anymore.”

He rushed to his front door, tearing it open to see her standing there, phone to her ear. The first thing his eyes rolled over was her hair. Silver? She dyed it silver?

“Like it?” she grinned.

He didn’t know what to say. It was different, it was beautiful. Although he wasn’t really the type to like dying hair, she made it work.

She always makes it work.

How can silver hair suit someone and not make them look like an old lady?

She looked gorgeous.

“Uh…”

“No? So you did like me for my hair, okay I’m leaving,” she turned around but Taehyung caught her wrist, turning her around.

She smiled, “Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, still speechless, “I do.”

“Good,” she pursed her lips together, freeing herself from his grasp and wrapping her arms round his neck, bending his back toward her.

She captured his lips into an innocent kiss, making words unnecessary.

“Let’s go back in before your neighbours see us,” she said, leaning back but his eyes were focused on her hair.

She laughed, “Or let’s just stay here.”

“Vi-Victoria…”

“Jimin what the hell are you doing?” Taehyung’s eyes flittered over to Tori’s seeing his fist held in her hand.

“Tori, what are you doing here?”

“Go,” she said to Taehyung over her shoulder, but he didn’t move. “Tae, go.”

Taehyung flinched when he heard her call him that; he hadn’t heard it in a long time.

When he didn’t move, she pushed Jimin and he fall back, onto the floor. He couldn’t stop himself because he was too shocked to do anything.

Turning around, Tori looked at Taehyung.

“You alright?” her eyes were full of concern as she took one hand at a time, inspecting it for any wounds.

“I’m… okay,” his voice cracked, watching her worry over him hurt.

She caught on to what he must have been feeling and sighed, forcing a smile on her face.

“Alright then, let’s go.”

They both loved each other, and honestly they knew for certain they’d never be able to stop. But why was it so hard for them to forget those words that they had shared, those horrible, dreadful, ugly words which they did not mean. Why was it that they were so in love that the mere possibility of not being able to be together set them apart?

Taehyung bore his eyes into hers, and for anyone else it would have been uncomfortable, but for Tori, she didn’t feel anything other than nostalgia. They hadn’t seen each other in weeks and this was therapy for her, after all those sleepless nights, waking up in a sea of tears.

“Victoria,” he breathed, finding her start to blink rapidly, “Where did I go wrong?”

“Tae, we’re broken, both of us. We’re broken and we rely on each other to fix ourselves,” she sniffed, looking to the floor.

I can’t say this while looking at you, Tae.

“We need to work on ourselves, before we try to work on each other,” she started to turn around and walk but Taehyung caught her wrist.

“Tae,” she sighed, taking his hand off her, “I don’t want to just fill that void in your heart,” she smiled up at him, “I need you to find yourself, I need you to make yourself whole, I can’t do that for you.”

He blinked, What was she talking about?

“I think that incident with your father showed managed to help me realise that our need for reassurance from each other is unhealthy, we both need to be healed, but it’s something we have to do alone.”

He opened his mouth to say something but the thought whizzes out of his head once she took a step away.

“What can I do to make you love me again?” he asked softly, completely stepping out of his comfort zone as he looked to the floor, “Can I make you love me again?”

“Tae,” she whispered back, “Who said I ever stopped?”

--

Tori was beating herself up over it, again and again. She knew it was the right thing to do but why did it hurt so much?

“Baby!” a shrill voice cried and she jumped on her bed as she looked to the door.

“Jen?”

“Baby! I heard! What happened?”

“Heard what?”

“The thing with Jimin and Taehyung,” she crouched down in front of her and held both her hands, “Did you talk to Taehyung?”

“Yeah,” she said sadly.

“Uh-oh, what did he say?”

“It was me, Jen, I was the one who pushed him away.”

“Wha- Seriously?!” she asked, incredulously, “You’re kidding.”

Tori glared at her, “Is it that hard to believe?”

“No, just, I was always sure you were the one who liked him more,” she reasoned, “But, why? What happened?”

“I just don’t know, Jen. I kept feeling like we relied on each other too much, and while I don’t mind it, I feel like it was turning unhealthy. I don’t believe in myself anymore Jen,” she looked up at her best friend, tears welling in her eyes. “Now that I don’t have him next to me to remind me that I’m a superhero, I don’t believe in myself anymore.”

“Aww,” Jen sat up on the bed, pulling her friend into a hug, “If that’s the case, baby you did the right thing.”

“But why does it feel like I just drilled a hole deeper into my own heart?” she sobbed.

“If you don’t empower yourself, how is someone else meant to empower you?”

“Jen I wasn’t like this before,” she cried, “I never needed a man to make me feel good.”

“That’s love, sweetie, when it comes around, you lose everything you were once the queen of. And when it’s gone, you’re left with nothing.”

“Is there a way out of this?”

“There is, it’s if you climb back on that throne and make yourself the queen. You only fall when you’re finding love for the first time,” she stroked her hair, “Don’t worry baby, once you get back up there, you’ll be unstoppable. And then, you will believe in yourself, you won’t need a man’s words to make yourself feel strong, however that would be nice.”

“Thanks Jen.”

--

Tori worked so hard. She would stay after lectures and bombard her teachers with questions. In the weekends she would go to the library and read up on all the latest articles. After that, she would revise her notes and then do a few practice papers. Finishing her day by finishing her assignments, she would head back home. She wouldn’t allow herself to go out but Jen would ask her to the movies and she would accept one out of five times.

The days she had her Bio-Sci lecture, she would have to find another seat because sitting within 20 feet of Taehyung would have her distracted, no doubt about it.

It was a weird twist for the both of them, before it was always Tori trying to get closer to Taehyung but now she was trying to get as far away from him as possible.

I need to improve myself.

Taehyung smiled sadly to himself. He was sitting in the same lecture hall, with hundreds of other teenagers talking so loudly he couldn’t hear himself think.

And yet he managed to hear her thoughts.

Opening to the first page of his book, he sighed when his eyes scanned it, seeing the various drawings Tori had done on the sides.

“Sir!” someone called and he looked up to see the lecturer walk in, holding a large stack of papers. “Have you marked our assignments?”

“Impatient are we,” he chuckled and placed them on his table, “But I’m dissatisfied.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, the whole class got bad results, didn’t they.

“Only two people got As this time,” he took some papers off the pile, “Although I am disappointed with everyone but these two, I think that they deserve to be congratulated, especially because one of them was completely unexpected.”

Everyone held their breath, awaiting the names.

“Can these two people please come here to get your papers and everyone can clap for them,” the teacher said and this was the first time Taehyung had wished he’d done badly. The teacher had never done this before, he didn’t want to stand in front of 400 students and be clapped at for just one assignment.

“Kim Taehyung.”

Taehyung slowly stood up and started walking down the steps.

“And Victoria Chandler!”

Taehyung froze, his eyes widening as he lifted his face from the ground and looked up to where she was sitting.

Her own eyes were bulging out of her skull as she hesitated to stand.

Her first A.

Taehyung thought.

My first A?

He couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

She got her first A!

“Thank you,” she rasped, taking her paper from the lecturer.

“No, thank you, you just proved to me that I’m actually helping some people improve in this class,” he looked up at the students in front of them, “Now give these stellar kids a round of applause, they worked hard, and they got the results.”

Taehyung turned his head to look at Tori, who was staring at her paper, with a big ‘A+’ on the stop of it.

I can’t believe it.

He wanted to say that he was proud, he wanted to say congratulations, but before he could say anything, she bowed to the teacher, the students and after a quick bow in Taehyung’s direction, she rushed back up the stairs.

Congrats Victoria.

I’m proud of you Victoria.

--

Tori sat there, staring at her first good grade. She wanted to call up her mom and gush over it, but she didn’t want it all to get to her head. Just because she got one good grade doesn’t mean she can slack off.

Putting it down, she took out her notes for her other lectures.

Let’s do this.

--

Taehyung sat cross legged on the coffee table while Jungkook came and sat down on the couch, giving his cousin a soda can.

“How do you not even have one beer in there?”

“Because I don’t drink alcohol, and you shouldn’t either,” he narrowed his eyes and Jungkook laughed. “When you drink alcohol, it gets absorbed into the blood stream and-”

He got cut off when Jungkook put his hands over his ears, “Noooo it’s a weekend, I don’t need this.”

Taehyung chuckled, lifting his can to Jungkook’s as they clinked them, “To new beginnings,” he said and Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

“To improvement.”

They took a swig and Jungkook sighed, “So what is it?”

“Huh?”

“Why did you call me over? You only ever ask to ‘hang out’ with me when you need advice.”

“No! What makes you th-”

Jungkook looked at him tiredly, making Taehyung stop.

“Okay, it’s about Victoria.”

“Your girlfriend?”

“My… I don’t know.”

“Okay, what’s wrong with you and your ‘I don’t know’?”

“My dad ruined our relationship,” he looked to the floor but Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“Yeah he-”

“Your dad? When did that asshole come here?”

Taehyung gave him an exhausted smile, “Long story, but bottom line, he came out of nowhere to use me, and he threatened her.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, he told her to leave me alone,” he cursed his father under his breath, “He wanted to use me to be everything but a son.”

“Aww, hyung,” Jungkook was sympathetic but Taehyung shook his head, not going to let it get to him.

“But, because of that, something happened and, I don’t know… she didn’t want to be together, she said we’re broken, both of us.”

“Did you apologize?”

“For what? My father?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nodded, “Did you apologize?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“And she forgave you?”

Taehyung nodded. “She said it wasn’t my fault, that it was out of my hands.”

“What about you?” he asked and Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows.

“Huh?”

“Have you forgiven yourself? Have you stopped blaming yourself?”

“I… I-”

“See,” Jungkook sat back in the couch, resting on his hands behind his head, “That’s it.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re blaming yourself, you can’t dare to forgive yourself for your father, you lack the confidence in yourself,” he leaned forward, poking Taehyung in the chest at the last words.

He closed his mouth, looking to the table.

“Do you think she would want to be with someone who doesn’t even believe that something like that actually wasn’t their own fault?”

“I-”

“Hyung, there’s a reason you always come to me for advice, okay? I know nothing about all that crazy science shit you have going on but I do know how this world works. And I also know Tori’s smart, she wouldn’t approve of you two dating if both of you lacked confidence.”

“Both of us?”

“You think she’ll like dating handsome, A+ geek with grades that can’t compare?”

“N-”

“Maybe she’s also trying to improve? I don’t know because the only time I ever talked to her properly was when we were looking for you, but I know that she’s crazy for you,” Taehyung’s heart started doing jumping jacks when he said that last bit. He found it hard to believe but when Jungkook said something, he was almost always right. “And she won’t want to let something she’s crazy about, go.”

“Are you sure?”

Jungkook nodded, “And, you need to hurry up and get back with her, hyung. Because if you don’t, I sure will.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened, “What?”

“I’m kidding,” Jungkook laughed, “I know she’s yours, I know she’s off limits. But man, she’s amazing, you better not lose her. Especially because I’m sure she won’t have trouble replacing you, it’s like she has a spell on us guys… even my boss got wide eyes when she walked into our pizza parlour the other day.”

“What?!”

Jungkook clasped his hands around his stomach as he chortled, “You look like I just told you your girlfriend was cheating on you, calm down, she didn’t do anything.”

That’s the problem.

Taehyung sighed.

She doesn’t have to do anything. Guys will always be fawning over her.

Because she’s just so amazing.

--

Tori was beginning to like her new lifestyle, she loved how she had adapted and felt so much braver to hand in assignments and to take tests. It was like she was living a whole different life.

The second week she had cut loose a little, attending a party after finishing all her work. That was when she realised she really could have the best of both worlds, she didn’t have to only be a party girl or a workaholic.

She could be both.

Not only was she gaining strength in her academics but she was beginning to love herself. With Jen’s help, she was learning how to empower herself by herself. She now looked in the mirror and saw the beauty in her purple eyes. She saw the beauty in her silver hair. She saw the beauty in her imperfect curves.

She was becoming confident.

And it helped that every time she would write a test or hand in an assignment, the results came back with A’s and A+’s.

--

“You’ve got to ask her today,” Jungkook said to Taehyung.

“I can’t just walk up to her and talk to her out of nowhere.”

“Yes, you can,” Jungkook said flatly, “I’m exhausted of mentoring you, hyung, you need to man up and talk to your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my-”

“Your ‘I don’t know’.”

“Dammit I see her,” Taehyung muttered under his breath as he spotted Tori walking towards their lecture hall.

“Run! Hyung, go!” Taehyung hung up the call with Jungkook stuffed the phone into his pockets as he speed walked to Tori.

He had no idea was he was going to say but he wanted to talk to her. About anything, he realised, it didn’t even matter anymore.

“Vic-Victoria,” he breathed, once he reached her, just outside the lecture hall.

“Tae?... Hyung?” she corrected herself. It felt too awkward for her to call him by the nickname, “Are you alright?”

He stood up straight, “Huh? Yeah,” he breathed slowly.

“What’s up?”

“Uhm… Just wanted to say, uh… good job.”

“What?”

“Congratulations, I’ve… uh… heard that you’re acing all your papers, I’m… happy for you.”

She blinked, a little shocked, but she couldn’t help the happiness seep through her expression.

“Taehyung,” she finally broke out into a smile and Taehyung was confused.

“Yeah?”

“You busy tonight?”

“Uh…”

Yeah, actually I have a lab experiment due on Thursday.

“No, why?”

“Because I’m not either and, I guess, I was wondering if you wanted to go over today’s lecture afterward?”

Going over the lecture. Taehyung smiled. That wasn’t something they did often before.

“Uh, sure!” he tried not to sound too excited but he couldn’t help it.

She smiled at him, a rush of nostalgia washing over her.

It would be okay now, right? It’s been a month, and I’ve done so much more than I was expecting.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, looking over at her.

I’m finally confident in myself, I finally believe that I can be amazing with no one’s help.

This time he smiled to himself, however a little too much that his cheeks hurt.

I really am proud of you, Victoria.

--

They went back to his place and the both of them instantly settled in.

“Okay so the inner lining of the trachea and bronchi is a layer of Ciliated Epithelium containing Goblet Cells. Ciliated epithelium consists of cells with Cilia. The glandular tissue and goblet cells secrete Mucus, which is then wafted up the airways by the cilia which move in a synchronised pattern. The mucus traps harmful substances and organisms, preventing them from entering the lungs,” Tori told Taehyung as they were going through their notes.

But the whole time she was speaking, he smiled at her in admiration.

She was so different. He knew the old Tori would have known just as much about her academic content as Tori right now did, but back then he knew Tori didn’t feel confident to say anything out loud, for fear that she would be wrong.

But this girl in front of him right now, that was a completely different Tori.

And damn was she attractive.

“Right?” she asked and Taehyung shook himself out of the trance he was in.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” he nodded.

She smiled, “Yes! I got it!”

This time, Taehyung laughed, “You did, I’m proud of you.”

When he said that, the room when quiet, and he wished he could take the words back out of the air and stuff them back into his mouth.

“You are?” she asked and he gulped.

“Uh… yeah,” he immediately turned shy and looked to the table, kicking himself over how stupid he was.

“Because I am too,” she pursed her lips together, “Proud of myself, I mean.”

So attractive.

“That’s good,” he mumbled and she suddenly stood up, making the floor creak slightly under the chair moving.

He looked up at her as she walked around the table. Slowly standing up, he looked into her eyes, through the same desperation she was looking back with.

“Do you think it would be wrong to try again?” she asked.

He blinked, “Huh?”

She bit her lip, looking away, and then turned back to him, “Because I think I’m ready.”

“W-What?” he was beyond shocked.

“Would it be wrong to start again?”

“No,” he quickly said in a rush, making her laugh.

“No?”

“No,” he shook his head and then she nodded.

“So it wouldn’t be wrong for me to kiss you?”

“No, it wouldn’t.”

“Good,” she pinched his chin, pulling him down and kissing him. Right away she melted into his lips, remembering the way they moved and the way they fit against her own made her nostalgic.

“You know,” she whispered when she tore from him, “This break was good, I think, for the both of us.”

“I can’t agree with that,” he said, rolling his eyes but she shook her head.

“Well, it was good for me, I found my self-worth, and I wouldn’t have been able to do that if I-”

“I could have helped you with that! I could have reminded you every day how amazing and beautiful-”

“Thanks Tae,” her smile made her skin crinkle and he was drawn to her eyes once more. “But it’s something I think I had to do on my own.”

He sighed, “Tha-”

“Stop talking and kiss me, you idiot,” she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to her lips yet again.

“It made me think, that maybe you were right before,” she leaned back and made him groan at their separation, “Maybe I don’t need the powers these eyes give me, maybe I am beautiful.”

“What are you on about?” he smirked, “I’m always right.”

She laughed and now Taehyung hugged her waist, closing the distance between them and connecting their lips.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

“I missed this.”

--

The pair spent the week focusing on their school work, and Tori managed to go to Jimin’s house party as well as work both weekend days. While Taehyung finished his work given by his professor and his uni work.

They finally got to meet up the Sunday night, Taehyung picked her up from work and they went to the lake.

“Tae,” she hummed as she lay on the grass.

“Yeah?” he lay beside her, their hands entwined between them.

“Teach me about the stars,” she said, “I want to know the stars like you know them.”

“Really?” his face brightened and she nodded, “Okay, where should we start, should I tell you about the stars you can see right now?”

“Yes, yes you should,” she rolled over onto her side and rested her chin on her hand, watching as he explained to her the reason the constellation Scorpion got its name, what time in the year it would come around and where it appears at what time in the night.

But she wasn’t listening to any of that. She was watching his hands as they animatedly flailed around, and his eyes as they widened every time he started a new sentence.

She was reminded again why she fell in love with him.

“And you’re not even listening,” he turned to look at her.

She sat up, pulling him up to sit as well. “Tae, you know, you haven’t changed one bit. You’re still that little nerd that wouldn’t say a word, but when I ask you to explain something to me, you’d talk for hours on end, I don’t understand.”

He smiled, “But you love me.”

She sighed, still looking into his eyes. Her frown turned into a small smile, which then turned into an idiot grin.

He caught on too and they were both grinning as he leaned down.

Thank you for not refusing.

I don’t want this to end, this is one of the best things I have.

“I don’t want this to end either,” he whispered, “Because this is the best thing I have.”

“What did you say?” she asked, looking up at him.

It’s like he could read exactly what I was thinking.

His smile faltered, “I can.”

“What?”

“Your thoughts, I can read them.”

Guys please don’t hate me I’m so tired I have no idea what I’ve written

BTW Tori can read Jungkook and Jimin’s thoughts!! I just choose to leave them out when it’s not important :)