#getting this anon feels like being approached from behind in a darkened alley

[g1deonthefirst]

Are you a pessimist or an optimist?

well that depends. who wants to know

[gaysimpsstuff]

HI IM THE DOM DEKU ANON (I’ll go by ✨ for now? If that’s okay?) first of all that was SO good holy SHIT. I would LOVE more if you want to write it!!! I loved every single second of it, thank you thank you thank you!!! -✨

AHHHHHHH I LOVE YOU TOOOO!!!

You’re awesome, Sparkle Anon! Take this as a token of my appreciation!

Part One Here

Dominate Deku PT.2; My Hero

Deku x GN! Reader

Genre: smutty smut

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: cursing, semi-public sex, praise, blowjobs, dirty talk, praise, dom deku, breath play, masturbation

Summary: After being saved by Pro Hero Deku, you (his biggest fan), decide to thank him the best way you know how.

Other: I decided to make this one a oneshot because I’m better at those than headcannons. 

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (lemme know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist)

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A normal day. That’s what it was supposed to be. You were not supposed to be stuck in the middle of a villain fight. You were not supposed to meet your hero. You were definitely not supposed to do that with him. And you were not supposed to get his number.

But that’s what happened.

Your day started out boring as hell, wake up to your loud-ass alarm, get dressed in a boring ass outfit, eat a boring breakfast, grab a coffee or something to wake you up, and go to work. 

You already knew what was supposed to happen today, and this was not it. You were supposed to stay behind the counter of the coffee shop and take orders. If you were lucky someone would put something funny for their name. Instead, you got an explosion down the street. Immediately, the costumer’s raced out of the building, you and your co-workers following suit.

You located three pro heroes.

Dynamight

Red Riot

Deku

You also noticed a few villains. You realized Dynamight must have been the cause of the explosion. But oh my god- you’re favorite hero, the current number one hero.

Deku.

He was here.

Outside your coffee shop.

Fighting villains.

Best.

Day.

Ever.

On TV, he looked different. Nothing could fully capture that beautiful neon glow around him, or the way his green curls would float upwards and bounce around. And Damn did his undercut look fucking awesome. He looked huge, like he could carry you with his pinky finger. He probably could- no. He definitely could.

Just as you were thinking this, one of the villains grabbed you and yanked you in front of her. You glanced at the other villain, who’d pulled a random civilian in front of him too.

Fuck.

Maybe today wasn’t the best day ever after all.

“Come on heroes! Fight us! Or are you afraid we’ll hurt these innocent people? Back off and we might just let them live!” The villain holding you shouted at the heroes.

There was a moment’s hesitation.

Silence.

Then something wrapped around you and the other civilian, and you were yanked forward, barreling towards the heroes.

Deku.

Did he really move that fast?

Deku stopped himself behind the other two heroes, who immediately ran towards the villains, but you barely even noticed.

Deku had his arm wrapped around you, holding you close. He grinned at both you and the other civilian, a glint in his emerald eyes.

“Don’t you guys worry, we’re here and we’ll keep you safe!” Your heart fluttered at the sound of his catchphrase.

You’re hero is so cool!

He sets the two of you down, but his hand lingers on your waist for a moment, his eyes meeting yours.

You felt your whole body heat up as his hand slipped down, brushing against your backside before he quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

“Dynamight! Red Riot! You guys finished?”

“If you’d been paying attention, Deku, then you would have seen that we’ve already restrained the villains.” Deku’s face flushed a little, and he scratched behind his neck with a chuckle.

“Sorry guys!”

The police arrived a minute later, and the crowd dispersed pretty quickly. You got in the line for an autograph from Deku. You silently hoped that he wouldn’t leave to soon.

You were the last person in line thanks to your earlier flustered behavior. If only you’d gotten over your embarrassment quicker.

Finally, you approached your hero.

“Um- hi Deku,” you stuttered, mentally kicking yourself for acting so shy. “Thank you so much for saving me, I was sure I was gonna get hurt back there!” He grinned down at you (how was he so fucking tall?) and your heart skipped a beat.

“It’s no problem, really. My job is to help people like you.” His smile was so sweet, but for some reason he seemed uncomfortable. Shifting from one foot to the next, glancing at you and away from you as if you were the cause. Were you weirding him out?

“Ah- I’m sorry if I cause you any trouble-“ you started, only to get intuition by the green-haired hero.

“No no no, you didn’t cause me any trouble.” You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to decipher his behavior. Then you saw it.

Shit.

This is awkward.

W-why was he hard?

Did- did you do that?

An idea popped into your head, a stupid, horny idea. One that probably wouldn’t work. But god did you hope it would work.

“I-if there’s anything I can do to repay you, I want to do it.” He glanced down at you, a look of understanding in his eyes. He seemed to hesitate before shaking his head.

“It’s alright- I can handle myself. I should really be apologizing-“ now it was your turn to interrupt.

“No, no it’s okay. I’d like to help.” He looked down at you, lifting an eyebrow to double check how sure you were. You have him a nod in response and he relaxed, smiling at you.

“Alright then. Dynamight! Red Riot! You two can go ahead without me, I’ve got some business to attend to.”

Dynamight shouted something at him, flipping him off, Red Riot stood in front of him and smiled nervously, waving at Deku.

“Don’t worry about it, man! We’ll finish off the patrol on our own!” The two of them turned the corner. Leaving you. With Deku. Alone. The her turned to look at you, gently placing his hand on your upper arm before taking you with him into an alley, ducking around the corner with you. 

“What’s your name?” he asked, cheeks flushed.

“Y-Y/n L/n.” you responded nervously.

“Y/n...” he murmured your name and you could feel your soul leaving your body. “Y/n are you sure you want to help me with this? You don’t have to and I’m not going to do this if you don’t want to. I could always just take care of it myself and-”

“I really want to help!” you exclaimed. “I’ve been a fan of yours for years and well... I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find you attractive.” You felt his hand on your shoulder before you were spun around and pressed up against the wall. You let out a squeak as he pushed on your body lightly, putting you on your knees quickly in front of the hero. 

“Tell me if you want to stop.” his voice had changed, usually it was lighter and carried a sort-of happy-go-lucky tone to it, but now... His voice was deeper, almost a growl, and the look in his eyes made you shudder. You nodded at him quickly, before he undid a small clip near his crotch. It was probably there to help him pee without needing to take off his whole costume, but well... this was a great alternate use.

He pulled out his dick, and you choked. It wasn’t even anywhere near your mouth and you already couldn’t breath. He had to have been eight or nine inches, curving upwards and to the left. There was a long vein on the underside, and a couple smaller veins on the top. It was a shade darker than the rest of his skin, and the tip was very pink. It’d be cute if it wasn’t so goddamn big. Deku must have noticed your reaction, because he let out a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s the face most people make.” he joked. “Gonna give up on me now?” you shook your head, clenching your legs together. You reached up, slowly wrapping your fingers around his length.

He smirked down at you, reaching down and brushing your hair out of your face. You slowly started to jerk him off, feeling him harden even more in your hand. A droplet of pre slipped out of the slit, dripping off of him. You moved to catch the drop in your mouth. It didn’t have much of a taste, reminded you a bit of cottage cheese maybe? Except not cold.

“Damn~ that was hot,” you looked up at the hero, who was leaning half against the wall. His eyes seemed to have darkened, and he had a smug look on his face that made your stomach flip. “You like it? Hmm? Like this hero’s cock?” you whimpered, nodding. “Why don’t you take on more of it, hm? How’s that sound baby~” 

His voice went straight to your crotch, and you dipped your hands into your pants to touch yourself. You pressed your lips against the tip of his cock, kissing it. You slowly kissed down the underside, all the way to the base. You heard him hiss as you licked a stripe all the way up to his tip, flattening your tongue against him.

His hands wove into your hair, tugging on it lightly. You shudder, opening your mouth and slowly taking the tip in to your waiting cavern. You watch the hero’s expression carefully, how his eyebrows quirk up, how he hisses, how his pearly teeth dig into the soft flesh of his lower lip, how his eyes are half-closed.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good for me.” he murmurs. “Taking my cock so well, gonna try an get me to cum? Is that what you want? Want your hero to cum all over you?” you hummed, slowly taking in more of him.

He was so big, you could barely get down halfway, reaching up to stroke the three and a half inches you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You watched as his smug look only grew, his cock twitching in your mouth as you started to bob your head, tongue running along the underside.

His breath hitched, and he tightened his grip on your hair, slowly starting to guide you along his length. You moved your hand away from his dick, putting your arm around the back of his waist, using it to push yourself all the way down on him. Tears bubbled up in your eyes, and you were just barely getting enough air.

God it was so perfect.

You sped up your other hand, masturbating as you sucked off the Number One Hero in an alleyway. 

Your nose was buried in a thick mass of dark green hair, and you could feel the vibrations of his voice from the support of his lower stomach. 

“Fuck, Y/n! Who knew you were so fucking good at this? This is certainly not gonna be a one-time thing~” 

Oh god yes. 

You choked and gagged on his dick as he pulled his hips away from you before snapping them against your face. His balls slapped against your chin with every thrust into your mouth. The tears escaped, tumbling down your heated cheeks, but you made no effort to pull away. 

You could feel your climax approaching, and you looked up at Deku with wide, innocent, eyes, willing him to cum in your mouth. He let out a soft moan at your expression, understanding.

“Get ready, baby, you’re gonna taste me soon~” he growled with need. You relaxed your throat as best you could, closing your eyes and preparing for him. Soon, his hips started to stutter against your face, and you felt something hot and sticky fill your mouth.

You pulled off his dick with a gasp, a few shots of stray cum landing on your face. You coughed a little, swallowing as much as you could and wiping your tears. You barely noticed him crouching down and handing you a tissue to clean your face with. 

“Baby~ you haven’t cum yet have you~” he asked softly. You shook your head.

“S’fine, just wanted to make you feel good.” you told him, and he frowned, slamming his hand against the wall behind you, leaning in close.

“I’m not leaving until you cum.” there it was again, the dominance, his demanding tone, his true wolf-like nature pushing through. You whimpered, pulling your pants down enough for him to see you. He sucked in a breath, leaning close to you and moving his hand towards you.

You put your hands over your mouth when he started to touch you. Fast yet calculated movements, he knew exactly what to do to you to make you come undone. You quickly latched onto him, hips jerking upwards as you came hard on his hand.

You felt his lips against your neck, pressing soft kisses until he reached all the way up to yours. His lips were soft, and tasted like watermelon. You lifted your head feebly to kiss him back, but he was already pulling away. He sucked his fingers and hand clean, keeping eye-contact with you the whole time.

You could feel yourself growing weak under his powerful gaze. When he finished, he wiped his hand off on his pants, tucking his softening dick back into his pants and clipping them shut. He pressed something into your hand, smiling at you.

“You can take care of yourself from here, right? Or do I need to save you again~” he teased. You nodded, muttering that you’d be fine. His smirk softened into a sweet grin, and he stood up. “Call me, I’d like to see you again.” he said over his shoulder, turning the corner and leaving the alley. You lifted your hand to see what he gave you, a crumpled piece of paper with a phone number and the words ‘Izuku Midoriya’ printed next to it.

His phone number. 

Not only had you just sucked his dick, you got his number. You sighed, resting your head against the wall and closing your eyes for a moment. Suddenly, you remembered you still had work, and you stood up, rushing to pull your pants and underwear back on.

So what if today was supposed to be a normal day? 

It didn’t end up being one, and you were so glad for it.

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Haunted | [Darth Maul x Fem!Reader x Savage Opress]

Notes: 

Lol I said only 1k per request but well… I got too invested xD

Haha, it happened again xD I hope this is somehow what you expected, Anon. Thank you for your request!

Fandoms: Star Wars, The Clone Wars

Warnings: Angst, Death, Alcohol Use, Mention of Rape, Slight OOC, Fluff

Summary: Some men follow Y/N after she got drunk at a bar. She’s not capable of protecting herself but thankfully she has two knights with red lightsabers who take care of her pursuers..

Word Count: 2′262

Taglist: @princessayveke​

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Masterlist

This is loosely based off my  Cold Skins and Warm Hearts  oneshot!

They hadn't seen each other for a long time. 

Well, it was understandable, the brothers were at one end of the galaxy, causing havoc for the Republic, while she was laying low somewhere on Corellia. 

But although all three of them were busy, they thought of each other from time to time. The brothers more often than her though. 

They could not forget their last encounter, the feelings still too prominent. They needed an answer. 

What feelings did the woman have for them? Were they indeed just platonic? 

So it was no wonder that they actively searched for her. 

And albeit she was trying to lay low, they found her rather easily because of her force presence. Both of the Zabrak could not forget its radiating pull after all. 

But when the brothers found her, they also encountered annoying pests. 

Obviously, they would get rid of them immediately. 

-

Y/N did not have the energy for any trouble today. 

She had been feeling unsafe for a week now, but she wrote it off as her being paranoid after all the things she had gone through. 

It wasn't a mystery she knew she had some trauma after having fought for the Jedi for so long. Her nightmares were proof of that. 

Usually, she wouldn't have tried to find comfort at the bottom of a bottle, but after feeling so stressed out, the fiery heat of Corellian Whiskey felt satisfying in her throat. 

She did drink more than she should have, though. 

But there was no one to tell her to stop, she was her own master now, and she enjoyed it. 

But when she stumbled home, her hand on her lightsaber, while her head spun, she did not expect to be followed. 

She didn't notice at first, her attention muddled from all the alcohol. But after somebody walked by, and rudely bumped into her, Y/N felt a little less smashed, and therefore she noticed the eyes on her that followed her body's every move. An uncomfortable feeling rose in her stomach, and she turned her head slightly to look if somebody was pursuing her, but she was too intoxicated to see clearly. 

The streets in her district were all dimly lit, and only the cantinas and occasional dancer bars had flickering neon lights, which made it hardly possible to see the faces of the few people who were still awake at this hour. 

But she could feel that someone was tailing her. 

Her hand automatically reached for her lightsaber, but there was nothing at her hip. 

Fuck, I didn't take it with me! 

She cursed inwardly and quickened her pace. 

The knowledge of being watched sobered her up enough to remember that she didn't have that many options anymore when it came to a fight. The force wasn't with her any longer. 

Y/N hadn't been able to use it for a few weeks now, that's why she had decided to move away from the Outer Rims where the chance of getting into a fight was much higher. 

But maybe she had made the wrong choice with Corellia. 

The woman knew that she couldn't possibly hold her guard against several attackers while she was drunk. Hence, she could only flee. 

As soon as she turned around a corner, she began to run. 

Genuine fear trickled through her veins, and the former Jedi felt nauseous. 

If she got caught... 

She had a good idea of what could happen and desperately wished that it wouldn't come that far. 

Her breath quickened, she knew she was close to a panic attack, and she dreaded it. 

Y/N saw the familiar green glow of the bar one block away from her small run-down apartment, and she breathed out in relief, only to catch her foot in a pothole and crash face down onto the pavement. 

Her whole world spun, and she knew she was only a few seconds away from throwing up when she heard footsteps approach the alley she had just turned into. 

Fuck, here we go. 

She struggled to get on her knees when a gloved hand suddenly materialized before her, and a deep soothing voice said: 

"Do you need help?" 

She tilted her head upwards and could make out a tall figure with horns. 

"Sa-Savage?" 

Her voice was weak, and before she could even think about why the Zabrak was here, she wheezed and crumbled, her adrenaline rush and fear too overbearing that she fell unconscious.

-

Maul and Savage hadn't expected to see the woman, who had entranced them both, in such a miserable state. 

They had been following her to the bar, trying to come up with a plausible reason why they suddenly showed up, their pride too big to actually just tell the true reason. 

Savage just wanted to walk right in there and say hi, but his older brother wanted to follow the woman some more from the shadows. 

Something was different about her, and they would find out what it was. 

So they waited, waited for a very long time. 

"She seems to be quite a drinker", commented Savage, surprised about the revelation. 

Both of them wouldn't have expected that. 

Y/N L/N didn't seem like a big fan of alcohol. To tell the truth, if they remembered correctly, she had rejected the wine when they had met for the third time. 

So it seemed rather weird for the former Jedi to suddenly go and visit a bar to drink. 

But neither of them knew what had happened to the woman in the last few months, so they couldn't judge if something was wrong with her. 

They loitered around in a small alley from where they had a good view of the bar's entrance. Savage almost fell asleep when his brother gave him a shove, and he stood up out of reflex. 

Maul pressed a finger to his lips and pointed at a small figure leaving the bar. 

Both could immediately feel the connection they had somehow established that one night on Ilum. The emotions from their connection felt weirdly numb. 

Savage frowned, and the two used the force to jump on the small building to get a better view of Y/N. 

If they followed her directly she would probably notice them too soon, and they wanted to avoid that. Although it seemed unlikely that the former Jedi would spot them. 

The woman walked like a sailor, she staggered forward, clearly having drunk too much for her good. 

Worry sprouted in both the brothers' chests, and they followed her silently. Y/N followed the main road, but then she suddenly froze.

It was only for a second, but her head turned back as if she was searching for something. Maul immediately noticed what she was looking for. 

A group of men loafed in a dark corner and ogled the woman hungrily. They seemed to discuss something, and right when Y/N turned back around and started to move faster, they left their corner and began to pursue her. 

Maul concentrated on the force, and he could feel the malicious intentions of the group. 

"...Let's get her today, I know her usual route and..." 

His eyes darkened considerably, anger burned in his chest, and he said with a growling undertone: 

"You go get her, I'm going to crush some insects." 

Savage eyed him from the side, but when he followed the other Zabrak's nod and heard a snippet of the men's conversation, his expression turned sour too, and he snarled: 

"Leave some for me, brother." 

Maul rolled his shoulder, and right before Savage jumped to the next building, he uttered: 

"No promises, these bastards made a mistake I can't forgive." 

He jumped down the building and landed silently right behind a closed food stall.

The men noticed how Y/N turned around a corner, and they hastily followed her. He did too. 

He stalked them like prey, contemplating whether using his lightsaber to obliterate these bugs would cause him more satisfaction than his fists. 

They rounded another corner when they began to run, and Maul decided now was the time to strike. He used the force to close the distance between him and the five men. 

His yellow eyes glistened with rage, but the Zabrak tried to restrain himself. 

"Good evening, gentlemen", he greeted them with a silky voice. 

They turned around abruptly, definitely not liking his sudden appearance. 

"What do you want?", asked one of them annoyed. 

He was a dirty looking human with bleary eyes. He wasn't the only one who seemed to have drunk too much. 

The alcohol plume around the men stank terribly, and Maul snarled in disgust. 

"Oh, I only wanted to inform you that you shall not live to see the dawn in the next few hours." 

Before one of them could even react, he had clenched his raised hand to a fist, and the only Twi'lek of the group began to cough and grab his throat. He crushed the man's windpipe, while his friends shouted in disbelief and shock. 

Maul sneered at their cowardice, and he gleefully wiped out their lives and disgusting plans they had harbored for his love. 

"How dare you look at Y/N with such disgusting thoughts!", he lost his cool and punched one of the men repeatedly, not even showing mercy when the men's face was completely bashed in. 

The noise of breaking bones and their blood-curling screams resounded in the alley, but no one came looking. 

"How convenient", muttered Maul and shook his fist, but then he changed his mind. 

The ignorance of the Corellians might have killed Y/N if he and his brother hadn't shown up. 

The burning fury in his chest did not diminish, instead, it burned even brighter, and he couldn't stop himself from crushing one of the dead men's skull under his boot. 

The crunch calmed him down a little, and he wiped his shoe at one of the other dead bodies. 

Satisfied, Maul turned, and he strode into the alley where Y/N had disappeared, only to see the woman crumble and fall right into his brother's arms. 

"Y/N!" both he and Savage shouted at the same time, full of worry. 

-

When she woke up, she was wrapped in a warm embrace. Her head pounded, and she frowned in pain. 

Where am I? What happened? 

She turned her head only to look straight into Darth Maul's face, the Zabrak she had kissed only a few months ago. 

She blinked, then noticed the arm on her hip didn't belong to Maul. 

A sigh escaped her lips, and she could imagine what had happened. 

It didn't really surprise her to see the brothers, although it probably should have. But it wasn't the first time where they just showed up out of nowhere. 

Y/N breathed out slowly and right when she wanted to sit up, a deep voice muttered: 

"You're awake." 

She turned to her left, Savage's sunflower eyes boring straight into her. 

"Hi", he whispered breathlessly, and she couldn't stop herself from grinning weakly. 

"Kind of a weak greeting, if we think about the fact that we're laying in bed together, wouldn’t you say?" 

The Zabrak's cheeks tinted, and her grin widened. 

The younger brother had a shy side to himself, and she loved it. Mainly because it was such a huge contrast to his tall and intimidating looks. But then he grabbed her hip tighter, and she couldn't stop herself from shrieking. 

His face was suddenly way too close, and he eyed her lips with a somewhat hungry look. 

"Are you suggesting something?", he whispered, and his deep voice resonated in her ears. 

A pleasant shiver ran down her spine but then a voice interrupted them: 

"Savage." 

It was only a single word from his brother, but both the yellow Zabrak and Y/N could hear the threatening undertone and the warning in it. 

She turned again, and Maul squinted his eyes at her. 

"Good to see you too", she mocked, and he lifted an eyebrow. 

"Is it?" 

The mattress dipped behind her when Savage shifted and supported his head on his arm. 

"Would you mind explaining why you drowned yourself in alcohol only to almost get raped?" 

Y/N stiffened, she remembered the last week of feeling unsafe, and she couldn't stop herself from sinking deeper into the bed, her shoulders quivering slightly. 

"I-I was...", she tried to find some words to explain, but the fact that Maul's angry words held so much truth hit her right in the gut. 

She could have been raped. Or kidnapped and killed. 

She remembered her sad attempts of using the force but not succeeding, and she blinked, tears forming in her eyes. She stared at the ceiling of the brother's spaceship, not noticing how Maul's anger turned into worry, and both brothers watched her with burning gazes. 

"Don't worry", said Savage finally, "you're safe now." 

Maul brushed a strand of hair out of her face and Savage wiped her left eye just in case. 

Y/N breathed out slowly, her voice shaky when she muttered: 

"Thanks, guys. I'm really happy to see you again." 

Both Zabrak flashed a grin and then the younger asked: 

"What to sleep some more? You seem to need it." 

She nodded and yawned as if to confirm his words. 

Y/N smiled and warmth spread in her chest, when they wrapped their arms around her again. 

Both brothers simultaneously tilted their heads to give her a kiss on her forehead, but what she didn't notice was the jealous glares they sent each other when they moved back. 

"Sleep some more, Y/N. We got you."

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A Lesson To Be Learned - John Wick Smut

A/n: Requested by anon so i hope its up to your standards. I tried my best ❤️ obviously it's a smut so don't read if you don't like smut 🤷🏼‍♀️.

Summary: Y/n's co-worker flirts with her causing John to become jealous and remind her who she belongs to.

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John watched as y/n dashed around the café, swerving between the tables as she took people's orders. 

She would be finishing her shift in 15 minutes and John was here to take her home, yet the buzz of customers still hadn't died down. 

Y/n moved behind the counter once she had finished taking the last few orders and her colleague had arrived to take over from her. 

y/n removed her apron from around her waist and grabbed her bag before making her way over to a waiting John. 

"Hi" she beamed up at him and john couldn't help the small smile that played at his own lips as he saw how happy she looked. 

"Hi. You ready to go?" he asked whilst grabbing his suit jacket from the back of the chair and grabbing y/n's bag so she wouldn't have to carry it. 

Y/n nodded "yepp. Just give me a second, i need to hand over the keys to Josh". 

John couldn't help the grimace he pulled at the mention of his name. 

Josh was y/n's colleague. He was kind but he always flirted with y/n and it drove John insane. 

"Speak of the devil" y/n waved as josh approached, his arms extended for her to embrace him in a hug. 

Josh knew who John was, he knew that he was her boyfriend yet he still felt the need to flirt with her. 

"sweetheart, it's so good to see you. You look amazing. Maybe i should take you out sometime"

John clenched his teeth together as he tried to remain calm. Y/n laughed and hugged josh and handed him the keys.

"yeah maybe we can go grab some drinks." 

She moved next to john and entangled their arms as she smiled up at him. 

"John  you remember josh right. He was the one who-"

"bought you the necklace. Yeah i remember him. '' His voice was dark and laced with anger.

 Y/n felt how his arm tensed under her touch and she gave a questioning look. 

She rubbed his arm and he relaxed a little until josh decided to pipe up once again. 

"well someone had to give her some decent shit didn't they, John." sarcasm dripped from josh's mouth as he said John's name and y/n worried for his safety.

She felt John push forward, ready to kill the poor kid with whatever he could get his hands on. 

Stepping in front of John to prevent him from doing anything he would regret, y/n began to push john out of the door. 

"well look at the time. I think it's time we head home, right honey" she looked up at john who stared murderously at him, only looking down at y/n when she tapped on his chest reassuringly. 

His eyes visibly softened when he saw the worry in her eyes. 

"see you later josh" y/n smiled awkwardly as john led her outside. 

Climbing into John's mustang, y/n noticed how his grip on the steering wheel was extremely tight and his steering wasn't as smooth as it normally was. 

Y/n knew john didn't like josh, not because he hated the idea of her having male friends, but because he hated the way he acted with her. 

Y/n reached out and placed a hand onto his arm and john looked at her with a darkness glinting in his eyes. 

John took a sharp turn down an alley and if it wasn't for her seat belt, y/n would have been thrown into him. 

"john? Why did you do tha-" 

"you know I don't like him. I don't like the way he flirts with you or the way he looks at your body like he owns you." y/n gulped as john turned to face her. 

"maybe i just need to show you exactly who you belong to once again". 

Y/n watched as he unbuckled his seat belt and moved closer to her, only stopping when he hovered inches from her ear. 

"take all your clothes off" his voice was low and dark, causing y/ns core to tighten with excitement. 

She looked around at the alley and blushed deeply. "what if someone sees" she didn't want to undress in the open but at the same time the prospect of being seen excited her. 

If y/n really didn't want to do something, he wouldn't make her but the small smile on her face told John that she wanted this. 

Pulling his hand to her face, john traced the outline of her lips. His eyes never once leaving hers. 

"good, maybe it will teach you that you shouldn't let other men flirt with you. Especially in front of me" he put so much emphasis on the words he spoke and it sent a chill down her spine. 

John sat back in his seat as he watched y/n slowly unbutton her blouse, revealing the lacey bra she wore underneath. She was moving painfully slow on purpose just to tease him and john was having none of it

Looking up at john through hooded eyes, y/n watched as john gave her an unamused look. 

"don't exacerbate things y/n. You know what i want you to do". Y/n sighed and began to remove her trousers. It was harder due to the confined space but she managed. 

Once left in her underwear, john pushed his seat back so that there was a huge distance between him and the steering wheel, enough for another person to sit on top of him. 

John patted his lap and y/n moved to straddle his lap. 

The position meant john was level with her chest, not that he was complaining but he wanted to punish her a little. 

He reached his hand into her hair and pulled her down so their noses practically touched. 

"who do you belong to?" his words were bold and y/n inspected his eyes for anything other than lust or hunger for her. 

Y/n gulped and encased him in her arms as she brought their lips closer, his breath warm on her face. 

"I belong to you" she whispered and john's eyes quickly shifted to a softer glare before darkening and turning into desire once again. The smirk on his face made y/n aware that she was forgiven, but still in need of a lesson. 

John pushed his face into hers roughly and their lips collided, his colossal hands ran up her thighs, his hands easily wrapping around them as he made her spread her legs wider. Her crotch now rubbed against his own bulge in his pants. Both let out a moan as they made the contact. 

Y/n tried to push her tongue into his mouth as she tried to control the situation but John moved his hand to her ass and squeezed the flesh in between his hands, making her gasp and lose the dominance, john taking over where she left. 

Y/n began to grind her hips into his crotch, desperate for any type of contact so she could get her release. 

"please" her words were breathless as she begged him to give her the rush she so desperately needed. 

 John reached up to unclasp her bra, letting it fall into his lap. 

Y/n threw her head back as john took a nipple in between his lips, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud. He felt as y/n pushed harder into him, trying to urge him to give her more. 

The windows started to fog from the heat that was radiating of the pair as well as the quick breaths that y/n was taking from the intense pleasure she was feeling. 

Once satisfied with the work he had done on her nipples, john unzipped his pants allowing his cock to spring free.

Y/n took this time to catch her breath and admire that fact that his dick was painfully hard and she couldn't help but feel on cloud nine that he had gotten so hard just from having her grind on his lap. 

John pushed her panties to the side, not wanting to waste time taking them off. 

As he lined up his cock with her dripping entrance, john looked into y/ns eyes. 

"tell me again who you belong to. Say my name". 

Y/n took a mental note of how good he looked in the dimly lit vehicle before she allowed herself to say his name. 

"I belong to you,John. You own my ass" satisfied, john rammed himself into her. 

Despite the countless times he had fucked her, she was always just as tight as the first time.

He watched as her head fell back and a moan came from her. 

Y/n began to slowly bounce up and down on him, grinding her hips in circles. John held onto her hips tightly as he controlled the speed at which she moved. She soon fell into her own rhythm as she lifted her hips before sinking back down onto his length. She took him in deeper each time she came down on him. 

John couldn't help but call out her name as she moved atop him. 

Her ass bounced mercilessly against his suit clad thighs, the sound of her ass slapping against his thighs interlacing with John's moans mixed with her name. 

John was meant to be the one teaching her a lesson, yet he was the one left dizzy with lust. His shirt was pulled open messily from the grasp y/n had on it as she rode him, his trousers hung low on his thighs. 

The explosion of pleasure he felt from her movements made john grip onto her ass tighter, fingers digging into her skin as he helped quicken her movements. The tightness of her walls wrapped around him made him close his eyes. 

John remembered the whole point of this lesson and began to take control over her movements as he gripped onto her tighter than before. 

He slowed her movements, wanting her to beg for him to let her cum. 

It didn't take long for her to come apart. 

"John, please" she begged him to let her come to her climax and john couldn't help but enjoy the way his name fell from her lips. They were some of the sexiest noises he had ever had the pleasure to listen to, but they were drowned out by his own loud groans as his teeth skimmed the base of her neck as he left hickeys in his path. 

He reached down and flicked her clit, "scream my name y/n. I want everyone to know exactly who you belong to" 

She barely heard his demand over her lude moans but she was able to comply. 

"Fuck john. Please. Fuck he hard" john smirked before letting out his own grunts as he allowed her to quicken her movements again and she took him in deeper than ever before. 

"shit" he breathed out through clenched teeth, her moans the only response he got. 

"john" her eyes practically rolled back as she quickened her pace. 

John reached out to grab her hands but she enlaced them before guiding them up to her breasts which bounced before him. 

As he grabbed them, y/n practically screamed in pleasure as he was quick to knead and massage them. 

"mhmmmm john please harder. Fuck me harder" she neared her release as she gripped onto his hair, reminding herself that this was real and not an absurd fantasy. 

Her moans heightened in pitch as she could no longer control the spasms she felt in her stomach, her nails leaving marks on his neck as he watched her climax hit. 

"Ahhh John."

His name on her lips as she cum made john shoot his load into her as she fell limply against his chest, her face buried into his neck as she offered small kisses. She rolled her hips slowly, helping him ride out his own release. Her name escaping his mouth in breaths as he slowly came down from the high. 

John and y/n stayed still as they both tried to controlled their heavy breathing.

Y/n pulled back as she stared lovingly at john, his eyes no longer filled with lust but instead with awe and love for the women in front of him. 

She fixed his shirt and tidied his now messy hair as she still sat on his lap.

"you do realise that i am not the slightest bit interested in josh right? I only let him flirt with me so you can fuck me out of jealousy". 

She kissed over the small nail marks on his neck and moved to fall back in the passenger seat. 

John was still out of breath as he watched the girl pull on her trousers and shirt.

"I love you so much y/n but you play with fire." she leaned over and kissed his on the lips. "I love you too but I'm not afraid of getting burned". 

John laughed deeply as he tidied  his trousers up and began to drive home, unable to believe that he had a girlfriend like y/n.

The end

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How would the incubus react if y/n was nearly raped when she was out getting some errands ( or something ) and was attacked by three horny teenagers? The incubus will of course be super angry, but will they go as far as maybe killing??

Warning A/N: This contains triggering content, including rape, violence, and very serious discussions about murder. Do NOT read if you are sensitive to these topics. 

A/N: I know someone very close to me who has experienced rape, and it is a disgusting vile action that no woman or man should ever have to go through. Therefore, I put a lot of thought into this ask and it’s quite lengthy. It’s more a fic than a typical character ask. 

Sorry if the reactions are jumbled a bit! When there’s a line. that’s a time skip, so you may need to jump around!

Thank you for asking this anon, it was a fascinating topic to look at from the eyes of my characters, and I’m honored you trusted me to write such a serious topic.

Seokjin:

Seokjin had told you not to go out late at night without one of them. He’d been terrified something like this would happen to you. And now it had. He’d overheard you fighting with Taehyung earlier so he let you go alone, knowing you needed some time to yourself.

That was a mistake.

The bowl he’d been planning to use to bake cookies crashed to the floor with a loud bang as it no doubt dented. That didn’t concern Seokjin at the moment. What concerned him was the way you were absolutely petrified and in physical pain.

His typically kind eyes narrowed to slits and he dialed an old friends number.

He had to find you. Now. By any means necessary.

When Hoseok came in with you in his arms and he first took in your trembling, shock-ridden form the first thing Jin wanted to do was murder the degenerates that dared to put you in this state…but he knew the other boys had that covered, and right now, you needed him more.

Hoseok gently set you down on your feet and Jin takes over, guiding you through the process of getting you into a shower and leaving once he saw you could stand and move properly. He kept one ear on the bathroom as he retreated to the kitchen to make you soup, knowing your stomach probably couldn’t handle anything else.

He makes quiet conversation with Hoseok about what the others are planning to do and they both wince whenever you let out a particularly pained cry.

Jin’s hand tightens on the wooden spoon he’s stirring with, but he forces himself to calm with difficulty, knowing that in the end, the 3 boys would pay.

Namjoon:

Namjoon hated humanity. He hated it. Hated the way they turned on the closest of friends for sex, money, or power. When he went out to feed, he relished in finding Mortals who hated his kind and tried to hurt them without reason and giving them a reason to hate them.

It made him feel happy, to get revenge for his unjustly tortured brethren, and he’d always found fear particularly appetizing to his palate.

That’s all he wanted to do tonight, and since he refused to do it to you and didn’t want you to see that side of him fully, he ducked out, and began following the immense disgusting desires of a trio of men, intent on making them his meal for tonight, whether they wanted it or not.

The last thing he expected was to find you there, shivering and shaking as you begged the boys to let you go and not to do what they were about to as they bent your arm painfully behind your back.

Namjoon saw red.

He only came back to himself when he registered you screaming his name and tugging on his arm, voice desperate.

“Namjoon! Namjoon please you’re scaring me!!!”

He blinked a few times, and looked down at you, realizing he’d slammed the 3 mongrels against the alley walls with a mere flick of his wrist.

He ignored you, pushing you behind him wordlessly before he approached one of the men pinned, now looking down at Namjoon in terror.

“…You wanna tell me what the fuck you were thinking about doing to this innocent girl?”

The ringleader spoke up from behind him. “Innocent? She’s a filthy monster fucker, she’s anything but innocent. She’s a who-” He cut himself off with a strangled scream before his voice was taken from him as his finger suddenly bent at an unnatural angle causing you to whimper before you were pulled into a warm chest.

“Don’t look.”

Hoseok:

Hoseok was proud as Hell about his marks on you but the sudden sharp pain in his wrist made him remember they also had a very important purpose. When Jin dialed him and Yoongi seconds later, telling him your location, he didn’t even question how he knew. Being the eldest out of all of them Jin has more connections with others of their kind then they do, after all. Plus, he was too worried about you to care currently.

When he found you in the alley, along with Namjoon and 3 men he presumed to be your attackers he pulled you into his arms, and he held you tighter to him as Yoongi arrived seconds after, not wanting you to see the unnatural angle the man’s broken finger was now at. 

“Don’t look.”

Even as the others showed up, you kept drifting back to him and his comfort. He was nothing but kind to you, and he seemed the calmest out of all of them but that was only because he was bottling his emotions so well for you. 

He made sure to not leave your side, even when you left his arms to confront Jimin and Jungkook. He could’ve killed the maknae when he frightened you even more. What was that idiot thinking using his voice when you were already on the edge of breaking down as it was!? He glared him down but sighed and relaxed when he apologized, still miffed, but he understood the youngest’s anger. 

Hoseok carried you home and for once you didn’t even protest too spent mentally, emotionally and physically. He noticed the wind was getting colder but before he could do anything Taehyung took his hoodie off and laid it over you like a blanket. 

Once you were safe in the shower, he and Seokjin made quiet conversation over what they planned to do. 

Yoongi:

Yoongi chuckled as he came out of the darkness, eyes black and draining whatever light remained in the dingy alley.

“Shut your fucking mouth.” He ordered the teen coldy. Taking the choice from him as he instead did it for him. He smirked as he took in the boys silent mouthing for mercy, to not hurt him anymore though he didn’t bother to respond, instead turning to Namjoon when the younger glared at him.

“Oh c'mon Namjoon, no need to hold back. It’s not like they deserve mercy after what they just tried to do.”

Namjoon’s gaze darkened with all he wanted to do but he still shook his head. “…I agree with you. But I don’t want her to be scarred more than she already is.”

Yoongi turned to where you were cradled in Hoseok’s arms, eyes softening as they returned to their normal state momentarily before flickering back to black.

“…I want you to take her home Hoseok. She doesn’t need to see this.”

This caught your attention and you struggled against Hoseok even as he held you back with ease. “No! What are you gonna do?! You can’t hurt them!” You flinched back into Hoseok as Jimin seemed to appear in front of you out of nowhere, eyes also an inky black, but his anger seemed to be directed at you as well, unlike the others.

Jimin:

Jimin was just hanging out at home, playing video games with Jungkook and Taehyung when he felt such an intense rush of fear and panic all at once that it made him gasp and clutch his chest as he dropped his controller. Jungkook and Taehyung looked over at him in worry before they both winced as well.

They shared a look, and one second they were all in the living room, the next they were gone.

Jimin was furious, whoever had made you this frightened would soon be feeling the exact same way if he had anything to say about it.

When he heard you all but beg Yoongi and Namjoon not to hurt them as he arrived with Jungkook and Taehhyung, he immediately lashed out.

“Can’t hurt them? They were going to hurt you are you fucking kidding me?! I’m gonna do a lot worse than hurt them!”

He shouted, his voice booming in the silent alley.

Your eyes teared up at the reminder but you stood up for yourself nonetheless, leaving Hoseok’s embrace as you stepped forward to poke at Jimin’s chest in anger.

“It’s not them I’m fucking worried about you idiot! Did you ever stop to think about what’ll happen to you guys if this ever got out!? I would never forgive myself if any of you were hurt, or arrested because you were protecting me.”

Jimin softened at that, black fading from his eyes as reached out to caress your cheek, and it was only then that he fully took in your form, your messy hair and destroyed clothes clearly showed the men behind him weren’t just planning to hurt you as he’d assumed…they were planning to rape you. His eyes were black again in milliseconds.

He reached this conclusion at the same time as Jungkook and none of the others were fast enough to stop them both from reacting.

Jimin lunged for the other lackey opposite Jungkook but he went in to kill, and would’ve, if Yoongi didn’t manage to grab him and force him to meet his gaze.

“No, you don’t. I’m pissed too..but death would be too quick for these animals. Don’t show them such a kindness.” 

Jimin’s eyes widened in surprise but he mulled it over before nodding. He could tell Yoongi meant what he’d said. He had a plan, and Jimin trusted him, so he reluctantly backed down.

Taehyung:

It was a stupid fight, really. In hindsight, he never should’ve let it escalate to the point it did but he couldn’t help teasing you. You just looked so cute when you were angry, he never thought you’d be genuinely upset at him for not taking you seriously. Still, he played the part and got angry himself since he really didn’t mean anything bad by it.

When you stormed out, he promised himself he’d give you 5 minutes before taking off after you. If you shooed him away, then he’d comply but just follow at a distance, so he could make sure nothing happened.

But then Jungkook and Jimin needed a third player for their video game tournament and he thought you’d be fine…only to realize just how wrong he was when he felt his heart stop. He’d fucked up and when he saw you in that disheveled state, scraps of clothing barely clinging to your body, his eyes widened in horror.

He seemed oddly calm despite the situation but that was only because he was so shocked and guilt was eating him alive. When Jungkook’s true voice came out and you hid your face in his chest in fear Taehyung instinctively circles his arms around you and began to mumble consoling words, feeling you quickly breaking down. 

You were going to start hyperventilating at this rate and that wouldn’t be good for any of them but he somehow managed to calm you down enough to just quietly cry into him. 

You left shortly after and he let Hoseok carry you back, too absorbed in his own thoughts as he tried to fully process all that had occurred. 

He ran a hand through his messy hair and sighed through his nose in frustration. This was all his fault. If he’d just went after you like he intended this never would’ve happened.

Jungkook:

Jungkook would be absolutely livid. He has had to hear these disgusting thoughts from much of the Mortal species, but especially the male populace. It makes him sick, and he’s saved many a woman from being assaulted by picking them up himself.

He doesn’t consider himself a knight in shining armor by any means. He does still have sex with them and feeds, but it’s all he can do. And you can bet the male who dared to have such thoughts about his companion gets threatened if he can find them afterward.

But this time? This time it was personal. They targeted you and he couldn’t have that.

Once he put it together, he dragged the remaining of the two lackeys towards him before the others could react and had his hands wrapped around his neck, sharp teeth bared dangerously as he grinned down at his captive as he tried futilely to fight against his supernatural strength.

Jungkook cooed at the male as he begged him to stop with the little breath he had remaining as Jungkook restored his voice just to hear him beg.

“Aww am I doing something to your body that you don’t want?”

His voice went from sweet to so twisted and genuinely demonic you took a step back in genuine fear. You didn’t even know their voices could become so demented and altogether inhuman.

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you attacked an innocent woman just to fulfill your sick perversions. Oh, the fun I am going to have with the three of you…”

“Enough.”

Jungkook’s head whipped around and he bared his teeth without thinking at Namjoon who merely hardened his glare.

“I said enough Jungkook. Or do you want to scare her more than you already have?” His voice was cold and stoic and he merely sighed as the man tried to run once Jungkook let him go to look at you, letting Yoongi pin him with his own hand movement.

You were hidden in Taehyung’s chest, trembling violently as Hoseok stood protectively in front of you, staring at Jungkook with clear disapproval in his gaze. 

Jungkook’s eyes didn’t lose their black appearance but he did force his voice to return to normal, knowing Namjoon was right. He shouldn’t do this with you here.

 The last thing he wanted was for you to be scared of him. 

“I’m sorry angel, I just got angry. I won’t do it again.” He apologized, voice gentle even as his fists were clenched. You needed to leave so he could fully take out his quickly rising hatred without fear of scaring you any further. 

“Take her Hoseok. You too, Taehyung. We’ve got these 3.”

Yoongi spoke up then as you peeked out from Taehyung’s grip, clearly about to protest. 

“You have our word we won’t kill them. No matter how badly we want to.”

You relaxed a bit at that, and looked up in surprise as Namjoon walked over and kissed your forehead, a surprisingly gentle action you never would’ve expected from him.

He merely smiled at your bewildered expression. 

“…We’ll be home soon babygirl. I promise.”

With that, you were off.

You don’t know how long you scrubbed at your body for, but when you stopped the skin was red and raw and your eyes burned from how hard you’d cried. If Namjoon hadn’t found you…

You shook your head as you felt the shakes starting up again, clenching your fists as you exited the shower after turning off the water. It didn’t take you long to slip into the big shirt Jin had left for you, and he’d left you a pair of new underwear as well, somehow knowing that you’d never even be able to look at the ones from earlier ever again. 

In fact, your entire outfit was gone, or what was left of it anyway. 

You’d never been more thankful for your close bond thanks to the mark than in that moment. 

You exited the bathroom slowly, sitting numbly at the kitchen table as Jin, Hoseok and Taehyung’s heads all snapped up to watch your movements. 

Jin placed a bowl in front of you and you looked down at it with hesitance shining in your eyes. You’d already thrown up in the shower during your breakdown you really didn’t want to eat anything. 

“Sweetheart, please.” Jin’s voice was gentle and pleading and once you met his gaze you knew he’d got you. 

You sighed, but reluctantly picked up the spoon and began to eat. The boys continued to stare, but you had a feeling that would become something you’d grow used to after what had happened. You made it halfway through the soup before pushing it away and Jin smiled at you gratefully. 

“Thank you. Now then, I think it’s important for you to know that we’re not gonna touch you like we usually do unless you ask for it.”

Hoseok nodded and slid into the seat besides Jin’s, Taehyung doing the same on his other side. 

“You’ve just gone through something horrible, and the last thing we want is for you to think we’re ever going to violate you like those…” His teeth clenched, fists clenching hard enough to draw blood underneath the table where you couldn’t see. “Heathens who tried to defile you.”

Taehyung picked up where he left off after a moment of hesitance. 

“We…We care about you, you’re not just food to us anymore. You’re so important to us, and we’re never going to let anything even have a chance of that happening again okay? I’m so sorry that I didn’t follow you, I never should’ve let you leave alone.”

Taehyung’s voice cracked and you panicked, shaking your head. “No, don’t you dare fucking blame yourself Taehyung! We had a spat and I was the one who chose to leave. I could’ve just as easily gone to my room but I chose to leave. This isn’t on you.”

“And it’s not on you either.”

You flinched violently at the words that came from the gentle voice, glaring before you could stop yourself at Jimin in the doorway, leaning casually as he observed you with knowing eyes, 

Your heart lurched in pain and you forced a scoff even as your eyes burned again. 

“Shut the Hell up, don’t you fucking patronize me.”

Your voice was filled with defensive venom now, too scared of being weak and vulnerable in front of them. 

“Who’s patronizing? We’re just telling the truth. It was those monsters that assaulted you out of nowhere.” 

Yoongi’s voice cut through the tense silence that followed, walking in and casually sitting beside you.

“Do you actually believe it’s your fault for leaving the house? Don’t be stupid, you know better than that.”

You scoffed at that, turning your glare to him, though it died a little as he merely watched you quietly, clearly ready to take any anger you had without complaint. 

“That’s not why. It’s my fault because I left looking the way I did.”

There was a sudden rush and you jumped at the feeling of being pulled out of your seat none too gently, forced to meet Jungkook’s intense gaze as he snarled at you. 

“Don’t you ever believe a word those mongrels said. I don’t care if you go out in your bra and panties it doesn’t give anyone the right to lay a hand on you unless you give explicit consent.”

You swallowed and looked over his shoulder as Namjoon spoke up next, the sardonic smirk on his face unnerving you, despite knowing it wasn’t really directed at you.

“Even we know that much. And we’re fucking demons, and demons that specialize on feeding off sexual encounters no less.” 

He scoffed. 

“This only reaffirmed for me how downright deplorable humanity is. I would’ve ripped them limb from limb if it hadn’t been for my promise to you.”

That made you abruptly remember. Your face was neutral but you couldn’t help but ask. 

“What…Do I want to know what you 4 did?”

Jimin approached you then and patted your head with a soft smile. 

“No. No, you don’t. Just know that you will never see them again, and we didn’t kill them, just as you asked.”

You hesitated but you could feel from your bond that he was being truthful. You nodded and stifled a yawn making the boys immediately perk up. 

“Bedtime. Do you want to cuddle, or would that make it worse?” Jimin went to move away but you shook your head quickly. “No! I want to, Please. I…I’ll feel safer if you guys are with me.”

They nodded then, and smiled and though you couldn’t manage a smile of your own just yet, you knew they’d be there to support you until you could.

A/N: If you ask anonnie, I’ll elaborate on what the boys did later(you can ask them specifically and I’ll answer in character), but this got entirely too long and I feel bad keeping the other character asks waiting lol. It ended up being 3.3k. Oops. This was a very important topic to me personally and I sincerely hope I did it justice. Please, do let me know your thoughts.

Thank you all for reading!

[kienova66]

If you are still taking prompts.... Fitzsimmons where one of them is/was/pretends to be a sex worker?

Hope this is okay Anon. I’m sure this theme will pop up again somewhere in my writing in the future ;)

“Y-you want me to do what?” Jemma croaked, eyes wide as Coulson and May looked at her. “Surely Skye –”

“Skye isn’t trained for this, Simmons. Not at all,” May replied, voice level as she regarded the younger woman with trepidation. “Frankly, I don’t think you’re qualified for it either, but I don’t fit the age bracket and we don’t have the resources to call in reinforcements.”

“Jemma. You’ll do fine,” Coulson interjected, laying a calming hand on Jemma’s arm as she looked about the room, panic suffusing every fibre of her being. “We’ll be there every step if the way through the comms. As soon as you see the guy, you say the code word, and we’ll come in. Fitz and Ward will be on the ground as backup as well in case you run into any trouble.”

“O-okay,” Jemma muttered, unable to get her cheeks to stop flushing as she went to stand up.

“Have Skye take you shopping. I don’t think we have anything on the Bus that would work for this,” he added, watching Jemma quickly flee from the room.

“Do you really think its good to have an agent that can’t lie, let alone flirt, pretending to be a prostitute?” May queried, leaning against the wall and giving Coulson a hard glare.

“Its like you said. Skye isn’t trained or qualified for anything like this and, while I think you look timeless, Jemma is more like the typical victim. She looks younger than she is and gives off an air of honest naivety – its exactly what the guy has been going for,” he replied. “We’ll keep close to her. She’s going to be fine.”

--

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” Jemma panicked, fingers digging into Skye’s forearm as the other woman picked up one dress after another, frowning and shaking her head before putting them back.

“You’ll be fine. Just act sexy, like you’ve got something they want, and guys will flock to you. It won’t be that hard,” Skye assured her, grabbing for an extremely low-cut top and cocking her head to the side.

“But… what if they… what if someone is willing to pay? Do I… do I have to go through with it?” The question was posed so timidly that Skye felt like she had been punched in the stomach.

“Jesus, Simmons, no!” Skye erupted, dropping the clothes she was holding and turning to face the biochemist. “The minute someone wants to take you somewhere, one of us will step in. Ward will get them away from you or if it starts getting crazy Coulson and May will jump it. You do not have to sleep with anyone. Ew.”

“I don’t know if I can do this… I’m not exactly like you, Skye. I’m not… confident.”

“We are gonna doll you up and I will give you a couple pick-up lines to practice which I have found on the internet just for this occasion and you’re going to do great,” Skye insisted, grabbing for an outfit she had picked. “Now, what do you think about this?”

--

Jemma fidgeted, trying not to look out of place as she leaned against the brick wall, desperately trying to keep her balance on the too-tall heels she was wearing. Skye had insisted that she needed them, as well as the much-too revealing top and barely-there skirt that rode so far up her thighs she was worried that everyone would be able to see her knickers. May had debriefed her more than once about what their suspect looked like and what her protocol was if the man showed up.

Anytime someone approached her that wasn’t him, she was supposed to tell them she was waiting on someone. If the john wouldn’t listen, Ward or Fitz would come and intervene, pretending to be the person she was waiting for. Ward had seemed more than calm with the mission, gun tucked into the waistband of his pants underneath his jacket as he sauntered down the street. Fitz, on the other hand, was pale and jumpy, unable to meet her eyes before he had gone in the opposite direction to Ward, leaving May and Skye in one surveillance van while Coulson stationed himself in a nearby restaurant.

“Hey pretty girl,” a man grinned, leaning over the passenger seat in his car and calling out the window. Jemma felt sick at the attention, trying not to let her revulsion at his leer show on her face.

“Hey,” she said, pushing off the wall and moving just a tiny bit closer so that she could see his face. It wasn’t him.

“How do you feel about going for a ride?” the man queried.

“I’m afraid I’m waiting on someone,” she replied, giving him a fake pout. The man chuckled.

“Your loss sugar,” he said, pulling away from the curb and travelling further down the block where Jemma could see a small group of women gathered together, hooting and hollering in a way to get the attention of passing drivers. She let out a sigh of relief, moving back to sag against the wall once again. She could feel her hands trembling at her sides, hoping that every interaction she had to endure that night would be as easily thwarted.

“You’re doing great Simmons,” Skye’s voice said in t ear, as if the woman could sense her intense and suffocating discomfort.

“Thanks,” she murmured quietly.

The next few interactions went in a similar fashion, only one of the men hurling a rude slur at her before he drove off, leaving Jemma feeling vulnerable and cold as she tried to tug the pathetic excuse for a coat further around her body. A commotion came over the comms then, Ward swearing as he started talking to someone else. Jemma winced, trying to ignore the feedback in her ear as a man started walking towards her.

“Fitz,” she breathed, heart starting to hammer in her chest. There was something about the man that made her uneasy as he passed through the hoops of illumination on the sidewalk that the street lamps provided, his face dark and expression commanding. Instead of reply she could hear steps hastening.

“Hey baby,” the man said, stopping a mere foot from her the second he could. He propped an arm up beside her head, boxing her in.

“Hi,” Jemma answered, hoping her voice didn’t betray the dread that filled her stomach when she realised it was the man they had been waiting for.

“Haven’t seen you here before. And I’d remember. Tits like that, they’re just begging to be fucked,” he grinned. Jemma struggled against a bush at such a lewd comment. “How much for the night?”

“Sorry, I’m waiting for someone,” she managed to choke out, feeling sweat break out along the small of her back.

“I’ll double what he’s paying you,” the man insisted, stroking a hand along her face before grabbing at her breast, squeezing it. Jemma squirmed away, nausea rising in her throat. “Pretty little slut like you. Bet you get a lot of customers wanting a piece of your ass.”

“Maybe. B-but I always honour my word. The other guy just had to go to an ATM,” she bit back, relief flooding through her when she saw Fitz round the corner. “Poor thing, bet he’s never had a woman before. Took him forever just to ask me my name,” she rushed, hoping her explanation would cover her insecurity. She wondered how angry Fitz would be with her for making such a comment, but didn’t manage to settle on the thought long.

“I-I’ve got it,” Fitz panted, holding up a wad of money in his hand, eyes wild and cheeks crimson.

“Maybe I’ll see you later,” she said. “After all, the night is still young.” The words were the cue for May and Coulson to move in, but she received no confirmation over her earpiece. “Come on babe,” she said, taking Fitz’s hand and tugging him along the road.

“Babe?” he asked, voice tight.

“Sorry.”

They continued down the street in silence, trying to make their way to the restaurant a few blocks over where Coulson was waiting, their planned rendezvous the tiny little apartment that was for let above the storefront. Jemma felt jumpy, her body shivering in the cold.

“D’you want my coat?” Fitz queried, immediately shrugging out of it and laying it over her shoulders before she could answer, edging closer to his side the second it was in place.

“Fitz, I think he’s following us,” Jemma hissed, feeling her heartbeat increasing as they walked down the street, his arm curled around her back. She could practically hear him swallow, eyes darting around the road as footsteps echoed behind them. She knew he wanted to glance back to check, but he kept his eyes forward.

“I’m… I’m going to touch you. Just… just to make him think this is what he thinks it is,” Fitz murmured, voice cracking slightly. Before she could retort or ask what he was going to do, she felt his hand slide down her back and settle on her arse, palming the flesh. The heat of his hand permeated through the thin fabric of her skirt, his pinky landing directly on the skin of her upper thigh. “Christ,” he groaned, gritting his teeth. Jemma laughed awkwardly, feeling her cheeks flush at his touch as she leaned into him, chancing a tiny look over his shoulder.

“He’s still coming. Where the hell is Ward?” she whispered. Fitz could feel the agitation in how tense her muscles were, even as she pressed herself just a little bit closer, seeking the comfort of being with someone who knew her completely.

“Jem… I don’t know if he’s going to leave us until he thinks…” he didn’t need to finish the sentence, knowing from how she inhaled that she understood. “I might… I mean, I think I need to –”

“Okay,” she replied, resting her forehead against his neck for a second just as they rounded a corner, an alleyway just a little further ahead. Before she knew what was happening, Fitz had crowded her into the darkened alley, backing her into the wall and bracketing his hands by her face.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, barely a second passing before he slanted his lips over hers, one hand sliding down until he could wrap it around her hip, stepping into her space. Jemma couldn’t help the tiny moan that slipped out of her at the contact, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him against her, heart pounding. Despite the terror that was running through her at the prospect that their suspect was still so close, she couldn’t help but get lost in the feeling.

Seconds passed and Fitz didn’t pull away, his hand moving from her hip to her thigh until he could tug her against him, letting her leg come to wrap around his hip as his fingers dug into the bare skin of her leg, their pelvises pressed together as he pushed her a little harder into the wall. Jemma felt herself starting to get light headed as Fitz’s tongue started to plunder her mouth.

“Please,” she whimpered, unable to stop herself from rolling her hips slightly against him. She felt more than heard his groan in response, his arousal pressing against her at the friction between them. She would be lying if she said she had never wondered what it would be like to kiss her best friend; the thought only creeping in during the darkness of the night when she was alone in her bunk, body thrumming with left over adrenalin and rushing with arousal.

Bang.

The sound of an ICER going off jolted them away from each other, Fitz backing away so fast he nearly stumbled over a discarded crate as Jemma hastily tried to comb her hands through her hair, May standing at the entrance of the alley with a stern expression on her face.

“Get back to the van,” she said, voice brokering no argument as the scientists quickly nodded, ducking back out onto the street and hastening towards the car. Jemma glanced over at Fitz, noticing his slightly awkward gait as she tried not to teeter over on her heels.

“A-are we going to talk about what happened?” Jemma asked quietly. Fitz looked over at her, his expression pained and sheepish.

“Do you want to?” he queried, his cheeks stained red with a blush. Heart in her throat, she nodded, unable to quell the new feelings that his lips and tongue had sparked in her body. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she desperately wanted to find out.  

“Yeah. I think I do.”

[taehyungiejiminie95]

BTS Reactions - You getting hit on indecently

Warning - May be upsetting to some readers

You're walking back from a late dinner with your boyfriend, laughing and talking as you enjoy being with one another. When you walk through a dark alley, you grip onto his arm a little tighter without knowing why, until you hear exactly what you were afraid of,

"Damn ma, you got a nice ass. Why don't you come here and show daddy what it can do?" In a thick, croaky voice, followed by a large hand grabbing your ass. You scream and fall into your boyfriend, who's now stopped to catch you.

Jin

"Apologise," Is the only word you hear from Jin, and he says it in a tone you would never even dream of hearing from him. It was more of a growl than anything, and you could hardly believe that this is the man who you were holding hands and laughing with literally just one minute ago. You grip Jin's arm tighter, worried about the reaction of the man who is now staring down your boyfriend,

"And if I don't?" He leers, cashing Jin's arm to tense underneath yours. You anticipate his next move and begin to try to pull him away, wanting to just leave it. But Jin won't take anyone disrespecting you like that, so he gently pushes your hands from his arm, and settles for one punch to his stomach, causing the man to bend double, coughing and groaning. Jin look down at the disgusting creature coolly, before putting his arm around you and guiding you away.

Yoongi

You don't even have time to breathe before a fights broken out, and punches are flying everywhere. A loud scream escapes your lips, and you start to run towards the scrapping men, but you find there's no need for you to stop it. Yoongi suddenly has the man pinned against the wall, face bloodied and ragged breath. You tentatively reach out to touch Yoongi's shoulder, who then drops the man and turns to toy, offering you his arm.

Later, as you tend to his cut lip, cut cheek and a few bruises, he hugs you, allowing you to rest your head against hi chest. He then tilts your head up to look at him

"I'm sorry if I scared you, people like that just make me so angry," He tells you, while you reassure him, gently asking him not to get so torn up next time.

Hoseok

Hoseok catches you easily, turning to the man and laughing. The other man just looks at your laughing boyfriend utterly perplexed as he tries to speak again,

“You think this is funny?” He yells. If Hoseok didn’t have his arm wrapped tightly around you, you probably would’ve run away. As Hoseok’s laughs die down, he stands up straight, showing that he’s very clearer taller than this man. He looks immediately intimidated, and takes a step back as Hoseok looks down with dark eyes,

“Yeah. I think it’s funny that you think you can talk to my girl - or any girl - that way. Now why don’t you run off before I get really angry,” Hoseok says as the man starts to stumbles over in his haste to get away, chased by the sound of Hoseok laughing again, as he takes your hand and leads you off, “See jagi? You don’t need to be afraid while I’m around,”

Namjoon

Namjoon's strong arms steady you, and immediately you try and walk off, not wanting anything worse to happen. As you start walking, you find yourself unable to move. Namjoon's still holding onto you, jaw clenched and he sizes up the guy in front of you both. Within a split second, he's punched the creep three times, and kicked him to the floor. After making sure he stays down, your boyfriend turns to you and your scared expression. The way your eyes shine with tears, and knowing that you were scared of his outburst, makes his body soften immediately. He approaches you slowly and hugs you, making you aware that he's done now,

"I'm sorry jagi, but people can't just talk to you like that. It's not okay," He whispers as he kisses your temple, "Now let's go home. I'm exhausted,"

Jimin

Knowing how much you hate it when he fights, Jimin tries to just hold you up and walk away, but this man is clearly looking for a fight, as he shouts after the two of you,

“Ah, I see. Pretty boy over here is jealous of all the whore’s attention. Why don’t we make it a threeso-” The man is suddenly cut off when Jimin lunges at him, smacking his head against the wall and dropping him on the ground. Jimin calls him a very bad word as he kicks him, and walk sback over to you. Worry clouds his expression as he looks over you, making sure you aren’t hurt. When you assure him that you’re fine, he hugs you tight,

“I tried not to, I really did. But when he said that... I can’t let people talk to you like that. Not now, not ever,”

Taehyung

Taehyung isn’t someone who jumps into a fight, so he decides to just keep you upright, keeping a tight grip on your waist as he turns to look at the man who’s standing a little too close to you,

“I suggest you back off. The only one she’s calling daddy is me,” Deadly serious, he looks the man dead in the eye. He clearly wasn’t expecting such confidence, and you see his bravado falter at Taehyung’s words, “And I know she has a nice ass, you don’t need to remind her. I do enough of that,” He continues, watching the man begin to crumble. Just as Taehyung thought, the creep was looking for your boyfriend to be a weed. But not your Taehyung. All he has to do is step forward, and the man quickly turns tail and runs back down the alley. Taehyung laughs brightly and picks you up, kissing you, “Taehyung to the rescue!” He shouts, before insisting on carrying you the whole way home.

Jungkook

Although Jungkook is usually one who shies away from frightening situations like this, this time he didn’t hesitate to push you behind him and stand up to eye level with the man who said that. His eyes darken as he takes a step forward,

“That’s no way to speak to my girlfriend,” You can feel the aggression radiating off his skin, so you touch his arm gently and whisper his name. His head snaps down to you, and he looks angry until he realises that it’s just you, not someone else who he need to be aggressive with. His features soften instantly, and he takes your hand in his, squeezing it tightly, “You’re lucky she’s here,” He says, turning back to face the man, “She’s the only reason you’re not on your ass right now, sobbing. Now run along before I decide not to listen to her,” He finishes, almost growling as he turns away, letting you guide him away.

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[breath0ftheglacian]

Okay can I please get a jealous Ardyn or Gladio where there s/o is getting a little too much attention from another guy and they step in to tell the guy to bugger off. Their s/o drags them off to show them that they are theirs and just ravishes them.

Yes you can, dear Anon! We’re going to get some jealous Ardyn in my main fic, so saving that for later, I chose Gladio for your request.

Your first night in Lestallum, youwanted to experience all the colours of the city: the vibrance, thefood, the music, people and the nightlife. Iris was excited to showyou around town, and enthusiastically grabbed your arm as you werewalking ahead form rest of the group, followed by Ignis and Gladio,and somewhere far behind, Noctis and Prompto lost in conversationover whose dinner choice had been better.

Being Gladio’s little sister, you feltglad that Iris had this affinity for you, and the two of you gotcarried away easily, laughing at each others’ jokes and observationsof the locals. Every time you turned to look back, you could seeGladio watching over the two of you proudly, and you’d give him alittle wink that he’d respond to with a knowing grin.

When you reached the tavern on the eastside of town, you were eager to try one of their famed cocktails thatIris had praised all evening. As the boys found a table and gatheredany available chairs they could find around the busy tavern, Irisdragged you to the counter.

“Let me take care of this – I knowyou will just love these!” she chirped.

As Iris concentrated on getting thebarman’s attention, a smartly dressed gentleman approached the two ofyou at the bar.

“You two ladies don’t seem likeyou’re from around here,” he queried, casually leaning on the bar.The man had an interesting fashion sense to say the least, his quiffwas neatly styled, he wore an expensive looking shirt and jacket,and it appeared he had some mascara on. You could tell he wasslightly intoxicated, but completely polite and friendly in hismannerisms.

“Nope, we’ve only been here a fewdays!” Iris replied.

“So have I. I’ve come in search ofsome valuables from the local markets,” he responded, “I’m ajeweller.” The man’s occupation earned both you and Iris’ interest.

“Wow, that must be interesting,”you replied smiling.

“Well, I’m just starting out…” hespecified, “Name’s Dino. Can I offer you ladies a round of drinks?”

You looked at Iris, and she gave you alittle shrug as if to say why not?

“Sure, that’svery nice of you!” you accepted, and the man lifted his drink atthe bartender.

“Whaddaya ladiesfancy anyway?”

“Red Pompoms!”Iris exclaimed enthusiastically, giving you a little tap on theshoulder and disappearing to the toilet.

The boys hadreserved your seats and were arguing over who should get the firstround in. You could feel Gladio’s eyes on you as you heard him grunt“I’ll take care of it.”

The barman was justhanding over your cocktails as Gladio’s frame appeared behind you.

“Who’s this clownthen?” he demanded, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“This gentlemanis Dino, he’s a jeweller visiting Lestallum. Be nice, he was niceenough to get me and Iris some cocktails.”

“Hmph,” Gladioreplied, stepping between you and the man. “Thanks for the offer,but I’ll be taking care of the ladies’ drinks.”

“Okay, okay bigguy,” Dino responded, lifting his arms to the air and walking awayas Gladio paid for your order.

“You’re such ajerk!” you exclaimed, shoving Gladio in the side with your elbow.

“That guy lookedlike a sleaze. I don’t want him anywhere near you,” he repliedscratching his head, with a slight element of embarrassment. Youcrossed your arms and tried to hide your amusement as he tried toassert himself.

“Were youjealous?” you teased him.

“Nah…” Gladiowas not good in hiding his feelings. He was so bothered it made yougiggle. In the corner of your eye you could see your whole groupstill and silent, staring at the two of you at the bar.

“Come here for asecond you idiot,” you said taking his arm and dragging him out ofthe tavern, as Iris emerged from the ladies’ room to see twountouched Red Pompoms on the bar, with no trace of you or Dino.

“Listen here, bigguy,” you started, gently pushing Gladio against the brick wall ona dimly lit alleyway behind the Tavern. “I’m afraid you don’t getto tell me who I can talk to.”“I – uh…”

The whole situationamused you. For a big, strong tank of a man, he was surprisinglyskittish, letting you have the upper hand.

“I couldn’t helpit, seeing that guy getting all friendly with you like that…”

“Poor baby,”you interrupted him, wrapping your arms around him, “As if I wouldever have eyes for anyone but you.”“Yeah?” he soundedsurprised, but wrapped his big arms around you too.

“Do you need meto show you just how crazy I am about you?” You slid your handsinto his back pockets.

“What, here?”he chuckled, looking around. The back streets were completely emptyand dark, not a soul in sight.

“Why not?” youresponded, biting your lip with a mischievous smile.

“Hell yeah,” heenthused lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder, earning alittle squeal and a giggle from you as he patted your bum and carriedyou behind an old truck parked on the darkened alley.

“Did you hear that? Are thoseguys ok?” Iris asked and got up in her seat as your voice echoed from the back streets.

“Wouldn’t worry about it,” Noctisresponded.

“Yeah, sit down,” Prompto saidpulling her to her seat.

“Doesn’t concern us,” Ignisconcluded, as the group sipped their drinks and observed Dino at thebar, ordering a round of cocktails for a new pair of young tourists.

- - - - - - - -(Edited a bunch of typos…) Okay this turned out slightly comical XP I know Iris is supposed to be like 15, but she does recommend drinks from a bar in Lestallum to Noctis in the game so what the heck. Also, gotta love drunkface-Dino.