#like he was practically groping me with his daughter and her boyfriend and my dad right there 😭 and his wife and my mom just a room away

[menthol-innocence]

family friends, pt.1

you're at a family friend's house for new year's eve. it's an intimate gathering--your parents brought you to see your mom's college friend, whose daughter ella is your age, and her husband, david. besides the six of you, the only other person present is ella's boyfriend. but somehow, there just aren't enough seats at the dinner table.

at first, you and your mom share a seat. your dad volunteers to sit on the couch, and david and his wife take turns sitting and bringing dishes to and from the table. when dinner is over, your mom leaps out of her seat, insisting on helping her friend do the dishes. but just as quickly as she leaves her seat, somebody else takes it--david.

the first thing that you notice is how big he is. he's tall and broad, and takes up much more space than your mom on the seat you two share. though there's still a little space between him and you, you can feel the heat of him through his crisp dress shirt.

the next thing you notice is his smell. he has on an expensive-smelling, woody cologne, but the most prominent scent is the white wine on his breath. he's more talkative than normal, joking with your dad, who has moved to the spare seat at the table. he's gesturing excitedly with his hands, his face a little flushed. with each gesture, he closes the gap between you two, until you're completely pressed up against his side.

he finishes his conversation with your dad and turns to you, asking you about your classes and your plans for college. you have to tilt your head up to meet his eyes, cheeks flushing at the thought, before responding. as you tell him, he lifts his arm up, as if to give you a fatherly clap on the shoulder. but instead, his arm snakes around you, caressing the ribs underneath your breast and the curve of your hip before settling on your lower back. you shiver, equal parts aroused by his touch, terrified of what might happen next, and humiliated at the thought of other people seeing this unfold right in front of their eyes.

your dad is, thankfully, oblivious to the scene. but across the table, ella and her boyfriend watch in quiet discomfort. ella decides to speak up.

"papa, do you want to sit together so she can have her own chair?"

david barely acknowledges her, brushing off the question before continuing his conversation with you. you shoot her a grateful smile before turning your attention back to him.

before you can pick up where you left off, your dad takes the interruption as an opportunity to leave. he gets up, saying something about going to the grocery store to get dessert. but even though there's now a seat for everyone, david remains next to you.

~~~tbc~~~

[athenamikaelson]

Worried

Kol Mikaelson x Daughter!Reader

Word Count- 1.5k

Warnings- Swearing, underage drinking, Kol being a little jerk

Request- i was wondering if you can write a kol x daughter!reader where the reader goes to a party and tries to sneak behind kols back but he finds out then also figures out she has a boyfriend!

“Dude, are you sure your dad won’t mind?” Lulu said from beside you.

“Ya. I mean mom’s on some witchy retreat and Dad’s losing his mind without her, so I just told him I’m hanging with a couple friends.” Lulu gave me a nervous stare.

“Don’t worry about it, ok. What’s wrong? You think he’s going to find out and then eat you?” She gives me a death stare as she rolls her eyes.

“Bro. You aren't human here.” I just laugh and nudge her shoulder.

“It’s going to be ok. Alright?” Lulu just nods her head, “Now let’s get to this party!”

Walking into the house I’m met with the overwhelming smell of weed and B.O. My eyes graze over the crowd of people in the living room dancing. Well, if you want to call it dancing, as it looks more like a bunch of pubescent teens groping each other.

“Hey guys!!!” I turn around to see Lulu’s girlfriend Molly. Her short black hair, and clothes are messed up, which I can guess is from the dancing she’s been doing all night. The party invite originally came from Molly. Lulu is the type to rather stay in and talk about the long term effects of teenage drinking, while her girlfriend is the type to be the one drinking. How they found each other is still a surprise and mystery to me. But I’ve never met a couple more made for each other. Other than my parents. Or Aunt Hayley and Uncle Elijah. Or Aunt Beks and Uncle Mar. Ok, and Aunt Keelin and Aunt Freya.

“Took you guys long enough to get here!,” I can smell the alcohol on Molly’s breath as she yells in our faces. “Come on, let's go get drinks!” Molly quickly grabs our hands and starts dragging us but I pull back.

“You guys go ahead, I’m going to go find Y/BF/N!” Molly just gives me a drunken thumbs up with her empty hand and a big smile. While Lulu mouths, “be careful.” Which I just return with a smirk. When am I ever not careful? I stood there a moment thinking and realized why she would get worried. I just shrug my shoulders to myself as I push past the kids around me trying to find my boyfriend.

“Y/N!” A voice sounds over the loud music behind me and I turn to see Y/BF/N. A large smile comes onto my face as I walk over to him. As I get to him he opens his arms and welcomes me into a large embrace.

“I didn’t think you were going to show.” He says as he lets me out of his arms and moves his hands down to the sides of waist.

“Well the way Lulu kept looking at me, I didn’t think I’d end up making it either.” I slightly laugh as I look over and see Molly dragging Lu to the dance floor, and I quite literally mean dragging. Lu looks like she’d rather be staked in the heart than be here. But we both know that as much as she hates parties, she loves Molly more.

“And what about your dad? Is he ok with this?” I just roll my eyes at the fact that even though he doesn’t know what my dad truly is he’s still terrified of him.

“Yes, he’s fine with it.” I told him. I’m about to ask him if he wants to grab a drink but seeing the way the smile on his face drops when he looks behind me, I quickly turn around to meet the dark brown of my father’s. And instantly my heart drops in my chest.

“No he’s not fine with it.” My dad says as he gives a death stare to Y/BF/N. I turn to see Y/BF/N practically shitting bricks. His hands were long gone from my waist.

“Um, hello Mr. Mikaelson. My names Y/BF/N. Y/N has told me a lot about you.” My dad's eyes trail up and down his body and I can practically see the smoke coming from his ears.

“Well isn’t that funny? Because I haven’t heard anything about you.” I go to interject but he stops me with a glare.

“Y/N, we’re leaving. Let’s go.” I wanted to refuse but by the way people are starting to stare. I think it’d be a better idea to get the pissed off Original away from a crowded room of people. I quickly apologize to Y/BF/N and follow my dad out the door.

As soon as we get to the end of the driveway I turn to my dad.

“What the hell was that dad?” I yell. My dad looks at me with an incredulous look.

“Are you kidding me, Y/N? First I find you missing from your friend's house and then Rebekah tells me that she helped you do your hair for some party! So I find a party full of drunk teenagers and find some hooligan grabbing my daughter!”

“That hooligan dad was my boyfriend! And you practically just scared the living shit out of him back there. And not even mentioning how embarrassing it is for my dad to come and pick me up from a party surrounded by all my friends!”

My dad just rolls his eyes as he walks to the driver’s side of the car.

“Get in.”

I just scoff as I start walking away.

“Where are you going Y/N?” My dad yells from behind me.

“I’ll walk home.” I hear the car door slam and wait for the car to start but am surprised when my father appears in front of me.

“So you’ll walk home in the dark. Where you could possibly get eaten. But, you won’t get in the car with your father?”

“Yes,” I walk around him and continue walking, “and also I’m a witch I can protect myself.”

I continue walking and don’t hear my father until I hear a huff and footsteps.

“Well, if you’re walking then so am I.”I just ignore him and keep walking.

Fifteen or so minutes have passed since we started walking and I haven’t said anything to my dad. Which I can tell is getting to him. I may be the daughter but he’s the child in this family. And when a child is ignored, they get bratty.

I watch as my dad picks up the stick in front of him and turns to me. I narrow my eyes as he points the stick at me.

“Listen here girly, I’m going to give you two choices. Either you answer me or I’ll use the stick.” I just roll my eyes at his behavior and keep walking.

I start to walk a few feet when I feel something hit my calf. I whip around and see my dad looking up to the sky with a sly smirk on his face. The stick is being held behind his back. I just shake my head and keep walking.

Maybe 20 seconds go by before I feel the stick poke itself on my back. The only difference when I turned around this time was that my father wasn’t hiding the fact that he was the one poking me. I looked me dead and in the eyes and took the stick and placed it only on my head. I just stare at him, I’m not going to give him the benefit of knowing he can make me laugh.

I just keep walking, which I notice gives my dad even more motivation to get me to break.

“Do you want to hear about the time your Uncle Nik got his ass kicked by a bunch of teenagers?” I just sigh and keep walking.

“Or how about the time your dad embarrassed his daughter in front of all her friends and pissed her off?” I just sigh.

“Ya I think I’ve heard that one before.” I say as I stop.

“Did you hear the part where your dad was really sorry and only did it because he was scared when he couldn’t find his daughter. And the thought that the person he loves the most in the entire world might be in danger makes him feel like he’s being daggered all over again.”

I turn to my dad to see him staring at me. I look at him sadly before wrapping my hands around him in a hug.

“I’m sorry dad.”

I feel his arms wrap around me tighter and he presses a kiss to my forehead.

“I’m sorry too, kid. I may be a thousand years old. But this parenting thing might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

“I’m sorry Dad, for not telling you. I didn’t realize you would be so scared. I’m sorry that you have to worry about me.” My dad's eyebrows furrow as he looks at me.

“Hey, don’t ever apologize for that. I’m your dad, it’s my job to worry about you. And I wouldn’t change that for the world. I love being your dad. And I love you.” I hugged him again.

“I love you too dad. And if you wanted to, I’d really like to hear that story about Uncle Nik getting his ass kicked.”

@daylightmikaelson

[ihateitheredude]

ok so maybe one person puts baby in a corner...

pairing: billy hargrove x hopper!reader

description: y/n is desperate to lose her virginity but just when the moment might happen her dad walks in and well that’s pretty awkward

tw: sexual content and implied child abuse

requested by: @springsoulofengland

request: Hi! Do you interested in a request about Billy Hargrove x reader who is Hopper's daugther and he caught them kissing undressing one another :D and billy messing with Hopper but kinda fear him at the same time? :D a good 80s bad boy if you'd like to write this.

notes: i’m so sorry this took forever but here it is!! and also this is hopefully good but let me know!!

the police chiefs daughter with resident bad boy billy hargrove. a mistake made by the gods? maybe. but they just call it a match made in heaven. the pair are rarely apart and the whole town has speculations about the twos relationship. although a lot of people believe billy’s only with y/n for her looks, that’s just simply incorrect. they haven’t even really done anything besides make out, but boy y/n sure wants that to change.

it wasn’t that billy didn’t want to that wasn’t it at all. in fact that was the exact opposite of why. he just didn’t want to screw this up with not waiting long enough. he loved this girl and we’ll he’d never felt that before. all those other girls were nothing but quick fucks to him, but the chiefs daughter was something else. she was special because she saw him as more than just a bad boy. she saw him as billy.

y/n called billy on Wednesday and told him to meet her at the family video on friday at 3:30 so they could pick out a movie to watch and well, so billy could see his best friend steve (surprising she knows).

little did billy know that y/n had a plan..a plan to end all plans. she was going to pick a movie that would get them both a little hot and bothered so maybe just maybe she could finally get some bad boy billy action.

when friday finally rolled around y/n was excited. this plan would work and she knew it. but in the pit of her stomach there was something else. a nervousness of sorts...that something would go wrong. but she was sure that was just first time jitters so she pushed it aside and started getting ready.

the clock had just hit 3:28 when she pulled into the family video. she decided to go in and say hi to Robin real quick before billy showed up. 3:31 and she could hear the loud roar of the camaro down the street. as it pulled up people stopped to look like he hadn’t lived there for almost two years. he hops out of the car and walks into the store. with the ring of the bell on top of the door robin sing songs “oh y/n your jack ass has arrived” y/n quickly turns around to be accosted by the intoxicating smell of billy. a mix of cigarettes, expensive cologne, and laundry soap. he smiles when he sees her breath deeply “hiya pretty girl” he whispers as she open her eyes to look at him “ hi there handsome” she respond with a grin.

he pulls her into a hug staying like that until you hear a gagging noise coming from behind billy. he turns ready to punch some throats before he realizes it’s just steve being an ass “oh well if it isn’t king steve the most royal pain in my ass” he grins bringing the boy into a choke hold to ruffle his hair “the hair the hair hargrove we’ve been over this” he laughs “so what’s the disgustingly in love couple doing at my humble family video? oh let me guess star wars?” y/n shakes her head “back to the future?” another shake of the head and now billy’s interested too “then what sugar?” bill asks. she smiles a devilish smile and fake thinks for a second “hmm i was thinking Dirty Dancing?” steve shakes his head “well what have we here? little miss innocent whatchin’ dirty dancing? my god billy i think you’ve broke her!!” they all laugh before steve leads them to the movie grabbing it and checking them out. as she got out to the parking lot billy looks at her and asks “really dirty dancing? any particular reason??” y/n giggles and says “nope” skipping off to the truck as he walks towards the camaro.

y/n arrived back at the cabin right as hopper was leaving for joyce’s house. with a small interaction of “i love you be safe” and “you too” he was gone and she was alone to prepare everything. she grabbed as many blankets and pillows as she could find and made a pallet in the floor. as soon as the last blanket was out down y/n heard footsteps on the porch signaling that billy was there.

billy walks through the door seeing y/n sitting in the floor on her pallet preparing the VCR for their movie night. he walks over towards the girl and pats her head asking “want me to make popcorn darlin’?” she shakes her head yes trying t concentrate as he goes to make popcorn and grab a couple of beers.

about ten minutes later they’re both sitting on the floor with the movie starting. y/n is sitting with billy against the couch her head in his chest her heart in her stomach as she starts to initiate her plan.

the plan is to start small. she starts with fleeting touches. she starts by putting her hand on his inner thigh and rubbing. he looks down at her then back to the screen. y/n takes this as a good start. moving her hand she rests it right beside where his dick lays. this grabs a little more attention as she starts to rub. he looks at her asking “whatcha doin’ sweet pea” she shakes her head as she reaches up to grab his chin bringing him down to her level to press her lips to his. billy immediately melts into it bringing his hands up to her chin holding her there. she runs her hands up and into his hair pulling slightly causing him to gasp into her mouth. she takes this moment to stick her tongue into his mouth while he reaches down groping her tits through her shirt. y/n starts to feel a bit more needy as she grinds down on his thigh. he chuckles “baby baby calm down” this causes her to stop and look shyly up at him “but i don’t want to. i want to do this i’m ready billy” she whispers. this causes a small smile to slip onto his face. just to make sure he asks “you’re absolutely sure sweetheart?” y/n nods and goes in for another kiss trying feebly to pull billy’s shirt over his head as she feels herself get more and more needy. he helps her out ridding himself if his shirt the movie completely forgotten at this point. he starts working on unbuttoning her shirt having it already completely unnoticed and halfway off when the door opens revealing a very shocked hopper.

“oh my god...what the hell is happening here?” both kids stop dead in their tracks taking half a second to think before scurrying to put their clothes back on. billy’s the first to answer “oh y’know just watching a movie. what about you hop?” an uneasy smirk settling on his face. hopper huffs and grits out “well i was having a nice night until i walk into my home to find my daughter and her boyfriend borderline fucking on the living room floor” billy’s smirk falters for just a second before y/n cuts in “dad we weren’t fucking-“ hopper cuts her off “you may not have been just then but i guarantee that’s where it was going.” neither of them could deny that so they just sit there. about a minute goes by before billy breaks the silence “so hop what’s the punishment a stern talking too, a grounding, or what?” hop shakes his head “y’know kid you’re real lucky you’ve made her happy otherwise your ass would be grass right now, but i will be making some ground rules.” y/n finally speaks up when she asks “what kind of ground rules?” “ground rules like no screwing in my house first off” y/n grimaces at the fact that her dad just said that. it’s another minute before billy pipes up. “yaknow hop it’s just a natural part of life and life’s too short not to enjoy the...finer things in life.” he says while smirking over at y/n. hop huffs and grits out “listen here kid i don’t want to have to hurt you but i will if you keep on” billy stops smirking at this a chill going down his spine as he thinks of Neil. realization immediately crosses hoppers face. “look i know y’all are responsible almost adults but i’m not trying to listen to that stuff from my daughter. this causes the two kids to bust out laughing with an “ok ok” and in unison they both say “we’ll do it at my apartment” “we won’t do it here” a sigh comes from hopper accompanied with “just use some damn protection will ya?. i can’t afford to be a grandpa” with this he walks away and leaves the kids to blush from what just happened. “so uhh i guess i won’t be losing anything tonight?” billy smiles and says “you still want to?” y/n shakes her head and replies “not tonight i’m tired and embarrassed” after the words finish falling from her mouth a yawn comes. billy grabs her and pulls her close whispering “go to sleep darling we’ll try another day”

it was two weeks later when they finally got another chance to be alone...without hopper busting in. it started as soon as they walked into billy’s apartment. they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. as the door closed y/n had billy pushed against the door, hands on his chest, and lips on his. the pure taste of him, a taste she’s tasted a million times but now is just different, making her practically melt. as things start to get more heated billy takes his hands and begins to unbutton y/n’s shirt. when it’s completely undone he slowly pulls it off of her while walking them back to the bedroom. in the bedroom he pushes her down with a soft “i love you baby” y/n smiles and responds “i love you more than you’ll ever know” they spend the rest of the night making love to each other. after it’s all said and done y/n has never been happier. she’s with the love of her life.

other people who might want to be tagged: @a-magey @lostnoise @greyspilot @transbillyhargrove

[savnofilter]

DILF (1)

Bakugou x Reader

warnings: age difference, rough sex, somnophilia, rough oral sex.

type: smut.

a/n: most we all enjoyed the milf series, how about if the tables were turned?

“Old man!” Kami yelled entering the large house making you look around in astonishment no matter how many times you’ve been here. Your eyes fall on your best friends undoubtedly attractive father. He huffs rolling his eyes at the two young bodies in his kitchen already.

“Why are you here?” He asks, sipping a cup of coffee from the hot glass paying the temperature no mind. His daughter snatches it off his hand with practiced vigor. His scowl deepens when she gulps the hot liquid and smiles placing it by the sink.

“We’re going to a graduation party.”

“You mean with your loser boyfriend Hiroaki?” Haruto her brother waltzes in, smirking as he snatches his father’s spicy ramen bowl. Katsuki dismisses the steal and focuses his gaze on his daughter.

“Hiroaki? Are you serious?” He voices out in a disappointing.

“Dad she’s been fucking him since high school!”

“Could you shut the fuck up?! It’s not your business!” Kami shouts back at your brother as they start to argue. Katsuki’s eyes wander to your shying away body raiding his kitchen too, failing to notice how you already snatched his spring rolls. His eyes scan over your tight fitting dress, he wasn’t that old, right? He shakes his head ready to dig back in to his soup until he realizes its gone.

“Huh?! Who took my food?!” He barks interrupting the bickering between the two. His eyes move back and forth between his children. His anger inflames as no one answers him, even your chewing of cake from the fridge seizing. “I’m giving everyone 3 seconds to disappear out of my line of sight. Three, two...” You and Kami give him a kiss on the cheek before scrambling out the door and Haruto running off to somewhere else. He sighs rubbing his temples. He’s going have to deal with them later.

xxxx

“Your daughter is trying to reach your cell. Your daughter is trying to reach your cell. Your dau-”

“What the fuck do you want?” He mumbles tiredly, just now ripped out from his peaceful slumber.

“Kami’s drunk and I need help with the door?” You suggest, the hint of annoyance dropping your voice a dangerous octave. A shiver runs down his spine. He shuts his eyes and clicks the hangup button. His mind disassociates from his body as it moves on its own, legs swinging over the edge of his now empty bed and trudging into the dark halls of his house until he made it to the front door. He begrudgingly opens the door and takes his daughter up in his arms in practiced routine of her being a fun drunk, you having to return every time. You let yourself in the house kicking off your shoes following suit after Katsuki.

While you have been her friend for the longest time (since your were both 5 to be exact), Katsuki couldn’t deny the feelings that bubbled up into him every time he watched you be such a tease for him. Although you never crossed the line it was only matter of time before he wouldn’t have to visualize what it’d be like to see your plump ass in your teasingly tight clothes or the warm wet feeling of your tongue around his cock. 

Before he knew it, he was back in his bed. How desperate was he to fantasize about his daughter’s best friend? He chuckled as he drifted off into sleep not bothering to cover himself or close his door, too tired for the day’s bullshit to be done with. 

You watched the large plasma TV in their TV room, not to be confused with their living room. You sigh, watching the time on your phone from time to time, planning the right moment to strike. You bite your lip, unsure if you should. This is your best friends father for Christ’s sake! But he’s so hot, and hot headed, and strong...

It seemed you shared the same symptom of moving without your brain being aware until you made it to Katsuki’s door. Your eyes trained on his well-built abs, sweatpants hanging off his tempting hips; almost like a preview of some sort. You look behind your back and move into his room using your quirk “Shadow”. It wouldn’t take a genius to guess what it does. You quietly close the door and slip your way to the male who slept unknown to the intruder in his humble abode.

You watched his chest rise and fall every time he took a breath and couldn’t help but want to see to watch him pant with lust instead. You got on top of his body as carefully as you could, but you already knew he was a heavy sleeper but this was just too risky. You softly tug his sweatpants and fuck he was huge- and no underwear either. 

Did he always sleep like this?

You licked your lips, eager to have a taste of many years of experience on your tongue. You grab his length, pumping slowing to get him ready. You lick a long stripe up his cock, watching his face any reaction. The only response you got were the feeling of his muscles twitch once in his thick thighs, so you continued. Now not holding back, you took his thick cock into your mouth hallowing your cheeks to allow such a girth. You gag quietly at the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat, not failing to dampen your panties. You let one hand rest next to his hip and the other hike up the skirt of your panties to rub your clit. The swirling of your tongue did the trick making him silently awake. 

He was stunned to find that you were lips were wrapped his cock, but he more stunned- exhilarated. He sits up lean on his elbow, unnoticed by as he grips your hair in a tight grip. Your eyes blow wide as he grins, thrusting up into your mouth with no remorse to your throat.

“You thought you’d get away, huh? Look at me.” 

Katsuki was fucking your mouth at the this point, forcing your busy hand to find refuge on his bed like your other hand. You looked up at him with tears beading in your eyes from the added pressure of his tip the back of your throat, repeatedly abusing the sensitive spot. You’re out of breath when his hold on your hair tightens and lifts your mouth away from his big length. He cusses under his breath at the mess you made of yourself, hair messy, eyes glossed and mouth drooling with saliva and his pre-cum.

He switches positions, your back hitting the mattress that use to be under him. He leers down at your just barely naked attire and licks his lips in anticipation. He rips your little dress and takes in the fact you’re only left in a thong, no bra included. He gropes your breast, rubbing and pulling on the soft tissue.

“Katsuki please..” You whine, spreading your legs wide for the man in front of you. His irises widening at the sound of you saying his actual name, rather than the one you used for formality. He has a wolf like grin on his face as he disregards all worries from before, lining up his length with your folds pushing in painfully slow. You gasp grasping Katsuki’s wrists tight as he holds onto your hips equally as hard, maybe even harder.

“Oi, skipping honorifics already hm? Such a slut.” Katsuki taunts, pace slow and teasing drawing a whimper from your throat. “Beg for it babygirl.” Your face flushes at his nickname, your warm walls clenching around his cock in delight.

“Oh please daddy... please fuck me hard please...” You plead, peering up at him innocently, rocking your hips into his to encourage him. He gives your a hard and fast thrust knocking the breath out of you. One of his hands moves to cover your mouth from spilling out any loud noises that could possibly wake up others in the house.

“Shit..” He cusses under his breath, a shiver running through body from the tight squeezing of your young cunt wrapped around him. His thrusts are strong and hard making it difficult to hold on your moans even with his hand muffling your voice. He leans down to litter your neck in kisses and bites, trying to stay quiet too. It hadn’t been a long time for you, neither Katsuki but you found yourself already cumming undone under his powerful frame. With a breathless moan you cum, panting into his loosening hand that moved to hold his weight next to the side of your face, leaning on his forearm. Katsuki stiffened lightly when he felt himself cumming not to shortly after you, pulling out to cum on your stomach. 

He lays beside you with a sigh. You wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle his neck, grinning quietly to yourself. His arm that you were laying on wraps around you in a threateningly squeeze making you giggle.

“What are you laughing at?” He says side eyeing you. You look up at him, your faces just mere inches away from one another. You lean up to whisper in his ear.

“I just fucked my best friends dad.” You bite his earlobe getting up abruptly out of his arms, looking back at him with a childish grin. He turns it while lazily trailing his hand up your back to tangle itself in your hair. You hum, grin turning lazy in content. “Wanna go again?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

[k-writer1998]

Rebel Hours (8/18)

Kwon Jieun always fit her parents’ image of the “perfect” daughter… at least to their knowledge. Away from prying eyes she was like any other girl living life to the fullest doing what she wants. When a little someone named Bang Chan comes into her life priorities are changed, mistakes are made, and her life finally becomes her own.

Fluff

w.c: 2.1k

t.w: mentions of attempted assault (idk if I’m tagging this right, I just don’t want to upset someone who didn’t want to read of such things)

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      My body shot up as my heart raced from the terror. So focused on the nightmare that jolted me from my sleep, it took me a moment to realize the layout of the room was wrong. Once my eyes caught sight of grey bedding I knew for a fact I didn’t own a new wave of panic started to rush my system. Quickly looking around the room in an attempt to reorient myself, it was then I noticed the familiar scent of his faint cologne and caught a sight of silver from my hair. Gently pushing myself up to look over the shelf, the sight of Chan’s sleeping figure on the couch eased whatever worries I had left and my body started to relax again. He must have moved me to his bed when I passed out. I tiptoed to the bathroom, grabbing my phone along the way. Among the many messages, Seunghee’s were the most abundant so I quickly let her know I was fine and with Chan. Not even five minutes later my phone buzzed with a call from my worried best friend.

“Jieun are you okay? What happened?! Why are you with Chan? You literally disappeared last night without saying anything.”

“I’m fine Seunghee, I’m sorry. Stuff just happened with Kyunghoon and I didn’t know what to do. I needed to get away from there and without realizing it I ended up calling Chan,” I whispered.

“What happened with Kyunghoon?” 

      Venom dripped from her voice. I didn’t want to tell her but I knew she would find out either way. Maybe if she heard from me she wouldn’t immediately try to kill him.

“... He tried to force himself on me…” 

      My voice was small and I tried to take a calming breath to steady myself but was interrupted when Seunghee started screaming about how she would hurt the boy.

“Seunghee please don’t do anything,” I quickly spit out before adding, “When I get home I’ll explain fully and we can talk about how much you can and cannot hurt him, okay?” 

“Jieun he literally tried to attack you. What do you mean I can’t hurt him?!”

“You know what it’s like in our circle. That is a big accusation to make against a CEO’s son, especially a CEO like Kyunghoon’s dad. The only person who would take a hit is me.”

“Fine but I will make him pay. No one is going to do something like that and get away with it, especially to my best friend, not on my watch. When will you be coming home?”

“Whenever Chan wakes up I guess.”

“You know that’s going to be a whole nother conversation right?”

“Yes, I know. See you soon.”

      I hung up the phone with a sigh. I love her and her protectiveness but that will be a long conversation when I get home… and once Chan wakes up. I want him to know everything he’s getting into if he dates me. Let’s hope he still wants to after everything I’ve put him through… I gave myself an encouraging look in the mirror before quietly stepping out. Chan had apparently already woken up, looking  just as dazed from waking up on the couch as I was waking up in his apartment.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

“No, no. It’s fine. How are you feeling?”

“Better than last night, that’s for sure.”

      The air grew heavier, neither of us knowing how to approach the situation. I shifted from one foot to another for a moment before I slowly approached the couch and sat at the far end where his feet sat before he moved it to make space. Might as well get it over with… 

“I know a lot has happened in the past couple of hours and you’ve probably had questions for awhile now so I owe you an explanation… for everything.”

“Among other things, but yeah let’s start with the explanation.”

      He let out a hollow laugh as he tried to rub the exhaustion from his face. I carefully moved closer to Chan and waited until he looked back at me before I continued. 

“My full name is Kwon Jieun, congressman Kwon Jaesuk is my dad. His job has me presenting myself in a specific way but that wasn’t me. With the liberties of going away for college, I did the things I’ve always wanted to do but was never allowed to and it made me feel… real.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“My fashion sense with the dyed hair and tattoo doesn’t really scream daughter of an “upright and just politician” but I feel more me this way. Sadly, in his line of work I’m an extension of my dad and as I can’t change my parent, I covered up and continued to live as their golden child.”

“Okay, then why hide it from me? At first, sure it makes sense, but I thought there was more between us then just… whatever you thought was going on apparently…”

      The evident pain in his voice stung and I’m reminded I wasn’t the only one who felt the sparks between us. Even more so since I haven’t been clear with my feelings for him and to add I’ve been trying to make this a lot more lighthearted then it actually is. It’s time to be serious cause he deserves that… which also means I have to put everything out on the playing field.

“To be frank this,” I gestured between the both of us, “wasn’t supposed to be more than innocent flirting on that first night yet somehow I still ended up going back… I know things were getting serious between us but that’s also what scared me so instead I ran from you.”

“Why were you scared?”

      I hesitated, all the preparing and encouragement I built up flew out the window once I actually had the chance to come clean. The fear of losing him grew and blocked the words in my throat for a moment before being set free at the heartbreak in his voice.

“Jieun, I’m not doing this if there are any more secrets because if those secrets mean you disappearing again… I can’t. I need all the cards on the table.”

“... The reason why I was scared and why I ran was because I don’t want my parents ruining your life. They’ve done it before; almost destroyed my then boyfriend’s chance to get an audition at his dream school. I would hate myself if something of that caliber happened to you.”

“Doesn’t that only happen in dramas? Why would they do that?”

“I wish it stayed in the dramas… They believe I should be with someone of status who has connections because apparently anything less would be soiling my father’s reputation. And don’t ask if I’ve tried to fight it, messing with my ex’s competition was the price I paid for rebelling.”

“Then why did you call me out of everyone you knew? It seems you made up your mind that we weren’t something to fight for...”

“I couldn’t help it. No matter what, you are always the first thought on my mind. When I told you I couldn’t stay away after that first night, I meant it.” 

“Then what about the guy you met at the cafe by the university?”

“Cafe… wait you were there?”

“Yeah I was on my way to meet Changbin and Jisung.”

      Shit Chan must have gotten out of class early that day and I was blowing him off. Ugh then he texted me, I lied straight to his face, and he knew it was a lie. I moved to hold his hand and he didn’t pull away. I took that as a good sign and explained.

 “That was my ex-boyfriend. I wanted to clear the air after everything with my parents. I didn’t want my past to come back and haunt me because I want an us for you and me.”

      My voice dropped at the end. This was basically a confession and I’m far too sober to not get embarrassed by my forwardness at this point. His eyes scanned my face for deceit.

“I thought you were scared.”

“Emphasis on “was.” You are different than any other guy I’ve liked because no matter what, somehow I’ll find my way back to you. Like gravity keeps us grounded there is this force that always pulls me towards you. Who am I to defy gravity when neither of us want that?”

“And your parents?”

“I’ve been tired of hiding from them. I have a chance to be happy and I’m not going to let anyone stop me, that is… if you want to continue down this road with me?”

“Like I said, if being with you means danger it’s definitely worth the risk.”

      As he said that his hand finally clasped mine, a faint smile gracing his face. His eyes softened and I knew what was next. There’s still one part of the story I have yet to indulge upon.

“So about last night…” He gingerly started.

“Since the school year started my parents were trying to set me up with their friend’s son, more so when I took two weeks leave for my dad’s campaign. They are a powerful family and would be a great asset to my father’s campaign but as every businessman is, nothing comes for free.”

“So they were using their kids as pawns?” 

      His grip tightened slightly and I offered him a weak smile. I know how wrong it sounds but in the upper circles this was normal and although my parents never hinted at doing something like this, it wasn’t something I put beneath them.

“We were introduced last night. He was conceited and sleazy but I had to put up with him for my parents. After a while I needed a break from his constant self-praise so I excused myself to the bathroom and when I came out he… he…”

      My voice broke as the words struggled to leave my mouth. Having to recall the events of last night clearly brought back the terror. My thoughts were interrupted by Chan pulling me between his legs as his arms pulled me in, his chin resting on my shoulder. His overall presence eased my mind and I sat there, absorbing his warmth for a few moments before speaking again.

“... he forcefully groped and kissed me before I probably broke his toe with my heel and practically sprinted out of there.”

      When the words passed my lips they felt as disgusting coming out as they did forming in my mouth. His hands turned to fists, knuckles white with how tight he was squeezing them. I held one of his fists in my hands and gently pried it open. Chan's arms tightened around me, his hands finding its way to play with my hands. I jerked slightly when he grabbed my wrist to flip my hand over. Before I could pull away from his grasp he took the sleeve and pulled up, exposing the bruises. His gaze turned to me as anger and dismay swirled in his eyes.

“... He did this?”

      There was a dangerous tone to his voice that sounded so unfamiliar from the gentle teasing one I was used to. I wordlessly nod and gently remove his hand to hold again.

“Did he hurt you anywhere else?”

“Chan-”

“Jieun, did he hurt you anywhere else?”

“... just my upper arm on the left side when he grabbed me…”

      He was quiet, almost as if he was contemplating something but I didn’t want him to dwell too long so I broke the silence after a few moments. 

“I’m okay, let’s forget it,” I coaxed softly.

“Jieun this isn’t a small matter.”

“It isn’t but I have everything handled. My best friend’s family deals with security so he won’t get away. I can tell you want to do something about it but please don’t, for me? He’s not worth it.”

“Fine… I just wish I could have been there to prevent it…"

"Hey," I spoke softly as I brought my hand up to play with his hair, "you were there when I needed you and that's what matters. Thanks for that by the way, after everything you still came."

"I could tell something was wrong when I heard the voicemail. I couldn't leave my girl alone when she was in trouble."

      He pulled away and finally gave me that dimple-showing smirk that makes my heart flutter. He was willing to fight for this and so was I because Bang Chan was one of a kind and I wasn’t going to lose him.

[hereticpriest]

Suit and Tie Chapter 3

Warnings: Gun kink, gunplay, NSFW

They did not survive. Fifteen minutes later, Natalia groaned as she heard a knock on the front door and some cooing at John’s adorable pittie. She recognized the voices as her parents and possibly her brother, which made her try to squeeze underneath John to try to hide. His deep laughter had her whining and giving him a gentle shove.

“Nattie! We saw a car pull up, and we were going to leave you alone but we’re so very excited to meet your boyfriend and it’s been quite a while since you arrived!” Her mother shouted through the door. Natalia could hear her father gently reprimanding her mother for being nosy and slid her arms around John’s waist, using his solid form like a shield.

“Nattie! Don’t ignore us! I know you’re in there. I want to meet my sister’s boyfriend, give him the old talk!” Ethan shouted, and that certainly got Natalia up.

“Ethan, you little brat! You will do no such thing! I’m your older sister, and I am an adult, and I don’t need you giving my boyfriend a talk like you’re even slightly intimidating! All five foot nine of you!” Natalia yelled back, which had John covering his face to hide his laughing.

“Hey! I’m 5’10, you asshole!”

“Ethan! Do not call your sister an asshole. You’re embarrassing us in front of your sister’s boyfriend. Do you know how long it’s been since we got to meet one of those?!”

“Yeah, same amount of time it’s been since she’s had one.” Ethan retorted.

Natalia shrieked, throwing herself off the bed and straightening out her clothes, checking her appearance in the mirror before stomping out into the front hall.

“Ethan Samuel Jamieson! I will tie you to an anchor and throw you in the lake!” Natalia threatened, only to be scolded by her mother. Her father stood by watching it all with a small, fond smile. Used to the madness by now.

“It’s my wedd-“

“I know! You don’t get to use Amber as an excuse, you twit! Just because it’s your wedding week, whatever the fuck that is, doesn’t mean you get to be a dick!” Natalia flung open the door, chasing after Ethan as he ran away, yelping when she managed to briefly catch the back of his shirt and yank him over. They wrestled on the grass while their parents watched in dismay.

“Gentle, Nattie! You can’t give him bruises before the wedding!”

“Ethan, I swear, you better not hurt your sister!”

Clearly Deidre and West Jamieson had very different priorities. John soon joined them at the door, cleaned up like he hadn’t facefucked their daughter dizzy less than half an hour ago. It stung a bit to notice that he was only a decade younger than her parents, but he forced that down at the sight of her rolling around with her brother, shoving his face into the dirt when she got the upper hand. Ethan was a lighter ginger than his sister, and his eyes were a greener shade of blue, but his skin had a bit more of a tan and less freckles. He was also less bulky than his sister, but John assumed that had to do with the fact that Natalia worked out and had a gymnastics background. From what she had told him, Ethan was an accountant for a large tech company.

Natalia’s parents showed that it was clear genetics were in play. Her father was strawberry blond with a bit of a ginger beard, touched with white to show his age. He was darker like his son, tanned from time in the sun, and had grey eyes. He was clearly a man who had worked late into his age and had always been quite physical. Her mother, on the other hand, had auburn hair and green eyes, and a fuller frame. She had clearly once been beautiful, likely with the same shape as her daughter. She still was beautiful, honestly. Deidre had just aged and had two children. She obviously didn’t look the same.

“Natalia Serenity Jamieson, how is this going to look to your boyfriend when he sees you covered in grass stains and being such a ruffian?” Deidre called, hands firmly on her hips.

“He’d think she looks beautiful in anything, even grass stains, and that this is typical behaviour of siblings.” John replied from behind them, offering a small smile. Both of her parents looked shocked that he was able to sneak up behind them. Natalia spotted them from her place kneeling on her brother’s chest, holding his arms and making him smack himself. She lit up immediately, doing a little flip up that looked rather badass without the context of her having been in gymnastics nearly her entire life. Natalia practically bounced over to John, leaving her brother panting in the dirt, and leapt into his arms. He caught her easily, brushing her dress down and laying a quick kiss on her forehead.

“Mom, Dad, this is John. John, these are my parents, Deidre and West.” Natalia introduced them all, leaning her head against John’s shoulder.

“Oh, hello John, dear.” Deidre smiled warmly, taking his hand and shaking it, “Sorry for all the fuss. We’re a bit of a wild family.”

“That is understating it, darling.” West hummed, reaching out to shake John’s hand as well, “Lovely to meet you, John. Will you be joining us this afternoon?”

“Joining you?” John asked, raising a brow. He glanced at Natalia, but she looked just as clueless.

“Oh, Nat, did we not tell you? Uncle Thomas has gotten a time slot at the shooting range for us all.” West replied. Natalia laughed, then pointed to Ethan who was slowly pulling himself to his feet and brushing his clothes off.

“I get to kick this kid’s ass? Hell yes, I’m down!” Natalia cheered.

“You guys shoot?” John asked, surprised by the little thrill that went through him at the idea of his tiny, beautiful girlfriend holding a gun.

“Yeah, most of us. Since the kids were old enough.” West agreed, laughing at the look Deidre gave him, “Okay, perhaps before they were old enough. Safely, of course. Have you ever been to a gun range?”

“John is a marine vet, Dad.” Natalia replied, running her thumb in little circles around John’s knuckles, threading her fingers through his. West instantly looked impressed, nodding and thanking him for his service, which Deidre and Ethan echoed. Noticing that John looked a bit uncomfortable, Natalia set her sights on her brother.

“Hey, Ethan, I bet John and I can get more perfect shots than you and Hailey.” Natalia waggled her brows at him, clearly trying to goad him into a competition. Ethan rolled his eyes.

“Nattie, that isn’t going to happen. I’m not stupid.” Ethan replied, snorting, “He’s a vet. Even if you manage to suck, I doubt he will.”

Natalia pouted, giving John’s arm a quick tug, “What about you, handsome? Bet you I can beat you.”

John laughed, quite loudly for him, though that wasn’t much compared to anyone else. Natalia pouted, giving him a firm swat to the ribs that had him lifting her off her feet, kissing her nose. Her parents were both smiling warmly at the sight, though Ethan was studying John closely.

“I’m gonna kick your ass.” Natalia informed him primly, pecking his cheek, “Ma, Pa, gremlin monster creature, I’m going to change. John and I will join you guys in a few minutes to get ready to go to the range.”

Ethan rolled his eyes at the nickname, flipping her off behind her parents back, then waving at John. “Good luck with that one, bud. See you in a bit. Mom, Dad, come on.”

West and Deidre followed their son, waving goodbye to them. Once they were gone, Natalia found herself pressed against the wall just inside the door, her legs around John’s waist.

“Shooting? Seriously?” John growled.

“Yeah, it’s a family hobby. We hunt and stuff, but we’d have to all get licenses if we wanted to go.” Natalia murmured.

“Fuck, you are seriously testing my control, kitten.” John nipped her ear, carrying her into the bedroom and dropping her on the bed, “Am I going to have to deal with you wrestling with your brother every five minutes?”

“I wouldn’t say every five minutes.” Natalia replied, tugging her dress over her head, throwing it into a corner. John took a moment to pull the front of her panties down enough to see the JW carved into her skin, then kissed her softly. Natalia kissed him back delicately, running her fingertips over his short beard, enjoying the scratchiness. After earning a purry growl from him, Natalia stepped away to get changed. After humming and hawing, Natalia chose a pair of black skinny jeans and a Punisher tank top that had had super low sides. It showed the sides of her bra, and only had a 2-inch-thick strip of fabric securing the front and back on both sides.

“Come on, John, we can take the bike over to Ma’s.” Natalia hummed, ignoring the heated look that John was giving her. She knew he loved it when she wore clothes like this, and that he loved it even more when she went on motorcycles with him. Checking all the boxes today, apparently. John helped her get the bike ready, getting on behind her after a staring contest that he perhaps could have won, but didn’t want to. Not when he saw the way she looked in those skin-tight jeans, stretched out over the bike.

Thirty minutes later, after checking in at the main house and a short drive to the gun range, John helped his girlfriend off of her bike and kicked the stand down. They locked their helmets to the bike, then headed hand-in-hand into the range. Nat’s family soon joined them, while John was signing paperwork and Natalia was pretending that she wasn’t groping his ass.

“Nat, honey!” A cheery voice sounded behind them, and Natalia spun to give Hailey a hug.

“Hailey, doll, it is SO good to see you. This is John, my boyfriend. John, this is my brother’s fiancée. Please do not ask me how he hooked her, I know she is absolutely fantastic and he is a gremlin that was fed at night.” Nat hummed.

“Nattie, shut the fuck up, you’re such a dickhead.” Ethan protested, though Hailey chastised him with a look.

“John, pleasure to meet you. Natalia, where can I get one?” Hailey giggled, tossing her blonde curls over her shoulder. Nat laughed, while John rolled his eyes at the attention and signed off on the paperwork.

“Nice to meet you, Hailey.” John said quietly, letting the rest of the family scoot by him. Natalia snagged John’s hand, leading him towards the gun cage.

“Vic, honey, John and I get first choice!” Natalia called, to a chorus of complaints from the family.

“Of course. You and your beau can pick first, since you were hear first.” Vic replied. He was an older gentleman who owned the gun range and often worked the cage. He let John and Nat in, and Nat skidded past John to grab a Heckler & Koch P30L handgun. John raised his brows, smiling appreciatively as he watches his woman walk around the room picking out rifles. She chooses a Ruger M77 as well, followed by a Benelli M2 Super 90.

John chose a Glock 22, a TTI SIG-Sauer MPX Carbine, and a Glock 34. He carried his choices into the next room to get set up and stock ammo, tapping Natalia’s ass on the way. She followed him shortly, sitting at the table next to him and starting by taking her handgun apart to clean and check it. They made quite the pair, each efficiently cleaning their weapons. John obviously moved faster than Nat, but he happily watched her once he was done. It was a bit of a turn on to see her so confident. A nice surprise, too. Feeling his stare, Natalia glanced up at him briefly.

“I used to want to join the military. I was always a good hunter. Good at physical stuff. I worked hard. When gymnastics fell through, I wanted to join up even more, but my injuries kept me out of that. I still go to the range because it helps me deal with my emotions and stuff.” Natalia informed him quietly, snapping the last piece into place on the Ruger and getting up. John noted that her family hadn’t joined them yet and tugged her into his lap, stealing a hungry kiss. His hands skimmed up over her thighs and squeezed her ass, trailing his mouth down over her neck.

“Do you have any guns at home?” John asked quietly.

“Yeah. Have to clean them, actually. You can help if you want.” Natalia purred, arching into his hands like a cat being pet.

“Mm, when we get back. And your family isn’t around.” John replied, and that gave Natalia an idea for later.

Just as her family came out of the gun cage, Vic brought John and Natalia ammo and cleared them for ranges 1 and 2, spacing them out away from her family a little bit just like he did with Ethan and Hailey. They began soon after, and John was impressed by how good Natalia was. She started with the Ruger on distance targets, and he quickly realized that his woman had talent. That innate calm that she was able to cultivate within herself clearly aided her in steadying her aim.

He figured a bit of practice wouldn’t hurt him, especially off-hand shooting, so he worked with the Carbine first. He could see Natalia eying him out of the corner of her eye, but he simply winked over at her and took a shot.

“Nat, doll, do you want a course?” Vic’s voice came over the speaker between shots, and she beamed.

“Hell yes Vic! Thank you!” John sighed. This woman was going to kill him, he just knew it.

“Man, only a couple points lost there, Nat. Too bad you decided on a marine, huh? He wiped the floor with you.” Vic offered Natalia a smile, handing her a USB drive for review and nodding at John, “Good on you both.”

Natalia pouted, taking John’s hand and kissing his gunpowder covered fingers. John growled at her, and she giggled, nipping the pad of his fingers and leading him out to the motorcycle.

“Ma, John and I are tired. We’re going to have dinner in the summer house and get an early night. I’m going to show him around the property a bit too.” Nat called to her parents.

“Okay, you better show up for breakfast tomorrow! It’s served at 7 and if you don’t show, I’m putting your bed in the lake.” Deidre warned, drawing a snort from John.

“That sounds like something that has happened before.” John hummed inquisitively.

“Once or twice.” Natalia replied, getting onto the motorcycle and sighing happily as John’s arms circled her waist.

The ride home was short, but it was still long enough for John to be a bit tense, especially with Nat wiggling her butt into his hips whenever she could. The two parked and covered the bike, then fetched the gun safe from the locked shed, bringing into the house. John set food out for the dog, dumped a couple indoor and outdoor toys out for him, and gave him a massive antler to chew on that should keep him out of trouble. Probably.

The couple settled on the bed with the gun safe on the floor nearby, having retrieved a Glock 22 that Natalia informed John was her first ever gun. John held her close to him, nearly in his lap while she disassembled, cleaned, and reassembled the gun. Once it was reassembled, she checked the safety and turned a bit in John’s lap. He watched her with dark eyes, nearly black from how blown his pupils were. She knew him too well, he decided, when she flicked the tip of her tongue over the muzzle of the gun. John groaned audibly, watching her trace kitten licks up the barrel, her eyes locked with his.

“Made for me, kitten. Fucking made for me.” John muttered, taking the gun from her and checking it once again, before tipping her head back and slipping the gun into her mouth, twisted sideways so that her jaw wouldn’t be straining to hard. Natalia held still, letting out a moan around the gun, looking up at John with pleading doe eyes as he fucked her mouth.

“Natalia, baby, I’m going to fuck you with this gun. Will you let me do that? Do you want it?” John asked, forcing the gun a bit deeper into her mouth and smirking when she gagged around it. Natalia caught herself and nodded carefully, moaning around the barrel of the gun. John smirked, taking another photo of her in all of her glory. Natalia blinked up at him, waiting until the gun was slipped out of her mouth before getting up to undress herself.

“I trust you with those.” Natalia informed him quietly, watching him flip through his library of filthy photos of her. John offered her a small smile, then turned his attention back to flipping through photos. His favourite was probably one in which he had cum all over her face and was holding her head up by her hair to show her off. He moaned, dropping his phone, reaching out and yanking Natalia over to him. She hadn’t gotten her underwear off yet, but he hastily ripped them down her legs, throwing her onto her back on the bed. The muzzle made slow circles around her cunt, swiping through her wetness. John spread her open carefully, slowly guiding the barrel of the gun into her.

“You’re taking it so well, kitten. So well. I know it must feel weird. God, look at you.” John murmured, an endless stream of filth and sugary sweetness as he pushed the barrel of the gun as deep as he could, then gently began to thrust it in and out of her. He could see she was shaking a little bit, desperately trying to keep her legs spread for him despite the desire to curl away from the gun. He dipped down to place a kiss next to his initials, then pressed another upon her clit, swirling his tongue around it while he thrust the gun in and out of her.

Natalia’s muscles clenched, her back arching and toes curling on the sheets. John smiled. He was hoping for something specific from her, and he had a feeling that it was going to happen this time. She was wiggling on the bed, whimpering and gasping his name, her whole body tense as he sucked at her swollen clit. A loud whine escaped her lips, followed by stuttered pleading, and then she arched dramatically and screamed. He slid the gun free and lapped at her as she came in a gush, the sheets soon soaked along with his beard.

“Well fuck.” Natalia panted after a minute of ragged breathing. John grinned, wiping his mouth against his sleeve and crawling up her body, leaving kisses in his wake.

“Well fuck.” John agreed, yanking her out of the wet spot and onto his body. The gun lay forgotten at the foot of the bed, in dire need of another cleaning.

[coloredinsanity]

I ran out of ideas

"I still have some time... I could teach you some tricks to get out of holds - I mean. In case another guy grabs you again." The line was and excuse and they both knew it...There 'training' sessions that were thinly veiled dates had been going well both for Gene's skills and there relationship that they both were pretending wasn't anything.

He pinned her on the bed in different manners, grasping and groping her body and holding her gently but still firmly and explaining to her how to get out of the grips and holds. As she managed to flip him over and sat on top of him was when the guise of a training session fell apart, His hands rested on her thighs and the feeling of her body against his as she leaned down. her blonde hair trickling over her shoulder and the view was - nice. very, very, nice.

They'd never admit who kissed who first when there friends would joke - Honestly, it didn't matter.  They both practically initiated it and before they knew it they were rolling in the sheets.

/x/

(I’ve got last night's mascara still on my face. I kinda knew that there’d be trouble But I did it anyway. I swear I used to be innocent)

The music blared from Genevieve's phone on the nightstand waking both of them up to the afternoon sunlight creeping through the curtains.  Murphy had already been semi-awake for awhile but he was content with her resting on his chest. There legs still entangled and her sweet perfume lingering in the air... He snorted a little at the lyrics although he didn't know the name of the singer, Gene's fingers sliding across his chest as she tried to make her way to the nightstand tiredly and answering the phone as she let out a small yawn.

"Hello?" she said softly and groggily as she answered, Murphy could hear the voice on the other end although he wasn't sure who it was at first... "Genevieve, are you still in bed?" The woman's voice sounded, annoyed. But still friendly. "Mom, I was up all night working on a project." Gene fibbed a little bit as she sat up slowly much to Murphy's dismay as her warmth faded quickly but he slowly pulled himself upright a little as he reached for the jacket hanging on the bed post and pulled his own phones out to check them quickly. "Well. I suppose - But it's still not healthy! Anyways. Me and your father are going to drop in - We're about 30 minutes away. I'll see you in a minute sweetie!"

Genevieve grimaced at her phone as she quickly got to her feet. "Fuck." she mumbled as she started to pick up the floor and Murphy glanced over her nude body before focusing. "Mh, Parents?" He asked as he sat upright.

"Yep. I've gotta get this place in order...And you need to put on some pants." She tossed his clothes up onto the bed, Teasing slightly. She gathered all of her's up and tossed them in the bin before stepping into her closet to find something appropriate to wear. She was joking around a little bit but it was clear she was a bit anxious all the sudden.

Murphy didn't really argue as he started getting dressed... He knew her parents vaguely from her commentary on the subject as fairly conservative. They both were fairly religious and overprotective according to the story of Gene's first sewing machine.

They wouldn't be a fan of guns, bullets and there daughter riding him all evening.

So, Basically his favorite parts of there 'relationship.'

As they both got dressed the mental images lingered in Murphy's mind of the evening... Gene was so many things that he liked and definitely more complex than the first clothing argument in the mall led him to believe. Hell, Despite thinking she was attractive he didn't even have any interest in her at first but it seemed fate was going to keep making there paths cross, thankfully.

His eyes glanced over as he watched her walk out of the walk in closet in tight fitting sweater dress, leggings and boots. It was modest but still showed off every single curve and she began brushing out her hair rather, harshly.  He didn't say anything as he ran his fingers through his own before starting to pick up the bedding and attempting to get it back into place at least somewhat. He doubted that they'd be in her bedroom but he also decided it'd be helpful if it didn't look like they'd been tangled in it all night.

Gene darted out of the room and returned after a moment with her gun and bullets, putting them in her sock drawer and burying them before glancing at him - She hadn't really thought about how to explain his presence till now as her face tinted red but she didn't get a chance to say anything as the doorbell rang several times - Her mother proved impatient sometimes as Gene darted out of the bedroom and opened the front door.

Murphy knew both her parents - It was hard not to. Ava Rivers was one of the top models and although she was older it hardly showed. She still looked like she could be Genevieve's sister rather than her mother. Her father's age was a bit more apparent but as and Actor he was always wanted for his rough and gritty roles so it only made him look more rugged. Steel Rivers, it was the name of and actor or a rock star.  

They were both considered gorgeous people so it was no surprise that Genevieve looked so attractive...He lingered in the doorway of the bedroom for a moment as he observed for a moment - He didn't want Gene to get assaulted with questions instantly.

Ava smiled brightly and warmly as she wrapped her arms around her daughter and her father stepped forward, kissing her forehead. The two setting down some shopping bags before settling in as Genevieve looked back at Murphy. "Uhm, Mom, Dad. I want you to meet someone - He's - Uhm."

He took the cue as he slid in with a gleaming smile as he took Genevieve's hand. "I'm Murphy, Nice to meet you."  

Ava raised and eyebrow as she folded her hands across her chest. "Are you her boyfriend - Genevieve, Did you have sex with him?!"

Murphy just let out a snort as if that was nonsense and kissed Genevieve's cheek, smiling. "Oh - Absolutely not. We are seeing each other but Genevieve just let me stay the night."

Genevieve nodded as she played along and smiled. "We both drank a little to much wine last night... I wasn't going to make him walk home alone in the rain. And I definitely wasn't going to let him drive..."  She stated as she slowly slid away towards the open kitchen to make some coffee.

[darlingpetao3]

Sweetie (Harry Wells x Reader)

Rating: G

Summary: You and Harry have reached the next step in your relationship – meeting his daughter. Will she approve of you? Will the meeting be awkward? Ohoho, you can bet your sweet ass it’ll be awkward!

A/N: When writing this, I figured this could be read as a stand alone, but you know what? It could also work as a counterpart to More Than Meets Those Eyes! (Takes place on Earth-2).

For a man publicly known for his ‘unsunny’ disposition, Harry is practically bounding off the walls with excitement. And while not doing so literally, of course, his smile and rushing around the kitchen speaks more than his words ever could.

You’ve been dating the brilliant Harrison Wells for a couple months now and since your very first meeting, he has taken your entire world by storm. Sometimes people who know you are his significant other come up to you and ask ‘how do you do it’?

How do you manage to stay sane around him?

Doesn’t he drive you crazy with his massive ego and his bluntness?

The fact was that you didn’t really have worry about any of that. Harry was never anything other than amazing around you. Considerate, playful (you liked playful Harry a lot), and while yes, he had his many opinions on things, he always cared to hear yours as well.

Because you were the love of his life.

Well, one of them.

Jesse, his daughter, is returning home from an extensive trip abroad. Come to think of it, Harry had never mentioned where she went specifically. Nevertheless, you are extremely nervous to meet the famous Jesse Wells. After all, meeting the kids of the man you’re with is a huge step, so say your friends anyway. You really hope she likes you. That she approves of you. Maybe you could even be friends! This whole welcome back dinner was your idea, a nice easy way to meet the brilliant young woman Harry can’t stop bragging about.

“Did Jesse say when she’d get here?” you call to Harry in his kitchen.

“She didn’t,” he says bringing out a bowl of salad from around the corner. “She did say something about trying to wean me off of knowing where she is at every given moment, though.”

“You’re being so incredibly cute right now, you know that?” You tug gently on his suit jacket, straightening it out.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” He sets the bowl down on the table and gives his full attention to you, kissing you slowly, deeply. You both get so lost in the moment, neither of you hears the sound of the door. Someone clears their throat.

“Umm, hi?”

You break apart from Harry and feel incredibly embarrassed at this being the first impression of you Jesse sees – you groping her father.

“Jess!” Harry goes over to hug her, bringing her into his arms and kissing the top of her head. “Welcome home.”

“Thanks, Dad,” she says with a warm smile. Jesse is such a beautiful girl, something you’ve already known from the many photos Harry has shown you and has stationed around the house. Her hair is wavy and dark and has an adorable button nose (surely it must be her mother’s nose). Great, now you’re thinking about her mother and how Jesse is more than likely going to judge you.

“Jesse, I’d like you to meet (Y/N).” Her eyes are on you now and you can’t read her expression (truly like her father, most of the time). You feel hot, like under a spotlight. It shouldn’t be this hard, right?

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Jesse! I’ve heard so much about you!” You go in to hug her while she goes in for a handshake. Oh God. You shake her hand and smile as if to mean that’s totally okay, handshakes are great too!

“So you’re my dad’s girlfriend?”

“Uh, yes! Yes, I am.” Stop nodding like a crazy person, dammit!

“Nice to, uh, meet you too.” Oh no, she’s weirded out. Harry had told her about you, right? How do we fix this?

“Please, sit down!” you urge Jesse. “You’re probably tired from travelling. Tell me about where you went.” She slings her bag off her shoulder and takes a seat at the table.

“I was visiting some old friends for a few months,” is all she says. Okay, so she’s a private person, that’s fine. “Oh Dad, Barry says ‘hello.’” Harry nods and smiles a little at that.

“Are you… are you still seeing that boy?” he asks.

“You know full well his name is Wally, Dad.”

“Ooh, who’s Wally?” Boy talk. Maybe this will help. Nothing bonds girls together like good old fashioned boy talk.

“He’s sort of my boyfriend,” Jesse blushes. “We’ve been doing the long distance thing.”

“Not long enough,” Harry mutters under his breath. You give him a tiny kick under the table.

“What’s Wally like?” you dig a little deeper.

“He’s the greatest. The kindest…” She rests her chin in her hand on the table as she thinks of him. “We have so much in common.”

“Like what?”

Jesse hesitates for a second before answering. “We go running together.” Things are looking up! She’s opening up! Let’s move this along.

“Harry, why don’t you grab the wine from the kitchen and we can get started?” He jumps right on that, leaving you alone with his daughter at the table. Jesse cocks her head.

“He lets you call him Harry?”

“Yeah, I- why?”

“It’s just he’s not really a fan of that nickname. He prefers Harrison.”

“Oh… He’s never said anything to me about it.” Why has he never mentioned that before?

“He must really like you.” Her saying this means a lot, but you aren’t sure how to reply. “Which means I really like you, too.” Jesse’s reassuring smile brightens the room and finally puts you at ease, leaving all the awkwardness behind you. She sets her hand on yours.

“You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear you say that.” Harry re-enters the room and beams at seeing his two best girls getting along so well. His phone goes off in his pocket, so he sets down the wine to answer the call.

“Wells, here,” he answers. “You’re kidding? Now? I can’t-” he lets out an annoyed sigh. “Fine. I’ll be there shortly.” You and Jesse look at him expectantly. “Sorry, that was work. Something unavoidable has come up. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” you say, hoping this night would be work-free for once.

“It’s okay,” Jesse says. “(Y/N) and I will hang out and get to know each other better.”

“Of course, we’ll hold down the fort!”

Harry heads for the door while saying, “Thanks for understanding, Sweetie.”

At the exact same time, you and Jesse reply.

“No problem, Dad.”

“Sure, Honey.”

Oh my God. The silence in the air is positively dreadful. No one looks at one another out of sheer mortification. You notice Harry freeze in position momentarily, his eyes wide at the situation. Then he flees. You’re afraid to make eye contact with Jesse, but end up sneaking a glance at her and see she’s covering her mouth with her hand. You lock eyes and Jesse bursts into hysterical laughter, which is far too contagious. You join her in busting a gut over something so completely ridiculous.

Things were going to be just fine.

[thelostpagesofportlyndon]

Dumpster files: Gene and Murphy did a dirty thing.

"I still have some time... I could teach you some tricks to get out of holds - I mean. In case another guy grabs you again." The line was and excuse and they both knew it...Their 'training' sessions that were thinly veiled dates had been going well both for Gene's skills and their relationship that they both were pretending wasn't anything. He pinned her on the bed in different manners, grasping and groping her body and holding her gently but still firmly and explaining to her how to get out of the grips and holds. As she managed to flip him over and sat on top of him was when the guise of a training session fell apart, His hands rested on her thighs and the feeling of her body against his as she leaned down. her blonde hair trickling over her shoulder and the view was - nice. very, very, nice. They'd never admit who kissed who first when their friends would joke - Honestly, it didn't matter.   They both practically initiated it and before they knew it they were rolling in the sheets. /x/ (I’ve got last night's mascara still on my face. I kinda knew that there’d be trouble But I did it anyway. I swear I used to be innocent) The music blared from Genevieve's phone on the nightstand waking both of them up to the afternoon sunlight creeping through the curtains.  Murphy had already been semi-awake for a while but he was content with her resting on his chest. Their legs still entangled and her sweet perfume lingering in the air... He snorted a little at the lyrics although he didn't know the name of the singer, Gene's fingers sliding across his chest as she tried to make her way to the nightstand tiredly and answering the phone as she let out a small yawn. "Hello?" she said softly and groggily as she answered, Murphy could hear the voice on the other end although he wasn't sure who it was at first... "Genevieve, are you still in bed?" The woman's voice sounded, annoyed. But still friendly. "Mom, I was up all night working on a project." Gene fibbed a little bit as she sat up slowly much to Murphy's dismay as her warmth faded quickly but he slowly pulled himself upright a little as he reached for the jacket hanging on the bedpost and pulled his phones out to check them quickly. "Well. I suppose - But it's still not healthy! Anyways. I and your father are going to drop in - We're about 30 minutes away. I'll see you in a minute sweetie!" Genevieve grimaced at her phone as she quickly got to her feet. "Fuck," she mumbled as she started to pick up the floor and Murphy glanced over her nude body before focusing. "Mh, Parents?" He asked as he sat upright. "Yep. I've gotta get this place in order...And you need to put on some pants." She tossed his clothes up onto the bed, Teasing slightly. She gathered all of her's up and tossed them in the bin before stepping into her closet to find something appropriate to wear. She was joking around a little bit but it was clear she was a bit anxious all of the sudden. Murphy didn't argue as he started getting dressed... He knew her parents vaguely from her commentary on the subject as fairly conservative. They both were fairly religious and overprotective according to the story of Gene's first sewing machine. They wouldn't be a fan of guns, bullets and there daughter riding him all evening. So, Basically his favorite parts of there 'relationship.' As they both got dressed the mental images lingered in Murphy's mind of the evening... Gene was so many things that he liked and more complex than the first clothing argument in the mall led him to believe. Hell, Despite thinking she was attractive he didn't even have any interest in her at first but it seemed fate was going to keep making their paths cross, thankfully. His eyes glanced over as he watched her walk out of the walk-in closet in tight-fitting sweater dress, leggings, and boots. It was modest but still showed off every single curve and she began brushing out her hair rather, harshly. He didn't say anything as he ran his fingers through his own before starting to pick up the bedding and attempting to get it back into place at least somewhat. He doubted that they'd be in her bedroom but he also decided it'd be helpful if it didn't look like they'd been tangled in it all night. Gene darted out of the room and returned after a moment with her gun and bullets, putting them in her sock drawer and burying them before glancing at him - She hadn't thought about how to explain his presence till now as her face tinted red but she didn't get a chance to say anything as the doorbell rang several times - Her mother proved impatient sometimes as Gene darted out of the bedroom and opened the front door. Murphy knew both her parents - It was hard not to. Ava Rivers was one of the top models and although she was older it hardly showed. She still looked like she could be Genevieve's sister rather than her mother. Her father's age was a bit more apparent but as and Actor he was always wanted for his rough and gritty roles so it only made him look more rugged. Steel Rivers, it was the name of and actor or a rock star.   They were both considered gorgeous people so it was no surprise that Genevieve looked so attractive...He lingered in the doorway of the bedroom for a moment as he observed for a moment - He didn't want Gene to get assaulted with questions instantly. Ava smiled brightly and warmly as she wrapped her arms around her daughter and her father stepped forward, kissing her forehead. The two settings down some shopping bags before settling in as Genevieve looked back at Murphy. "Uhm, Mom, Dad. I want you to meet someone - He's - Uhm." He took the cue as he slid in with a gleaming smile as he took Genevieve's hand. "I'm Murphy, Nice to meet you."   Ava raised and eyebrow as she folded her hands across her chest. "Are you her boyfriend - Genevieve, Did you have sex with him?!" Murphy just let out a snort as if that was nonsense and kissed Genevieve's cheek, smiling. "Oh - Absolutely not. We are seeing each other but Genevieve just let me stay the night." Genevieve nodded as she played along and smiled. "We both drank a little to much wine last night... I wasn't going to make him walk home alone in the rain. And I wasn't going to let him drive..."  She stated as she slowly slid away towards the open kitchen to make some coffee.