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nahoney22 · 2 years

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Oneshot request. Fives with a female reader who's a wallflower that doesn't get noticed, and is kind of awkward and shy. Some dialogue prompts to go with it "Sarad, it means flower." and "You were the first person to notice me, really notice me." Can include some mild angst. SFW and no y/n please!

Let’s see what we can do nonny. Hope this was okay ♥️

After Hours

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Fives X F!Reader

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You would never believe that the only person to notice you, a shy and shielded worker, was an Arc Trooper who was as loud as anything but with a heart of liquid gold. Maybe he can make work-life just a little more bearable?

warnings: none. Fluff, mild angst. Reader is introverted and often feels isolated. Mentions of soup being a choking hazard. SFW and no mention of y/n. It’s a little rushed and not proofread towards the end.

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Being a part of the engineering squad for the GAR was always a dream of yours. Sure, it was not exactly highly paid nor was it extravagant in any way, (your family liked to remind you that you could be better off doing something else) but you take pride in your work.

After all, how often can you casually bring up in conversation that you just repaired a Republic Gunship in just a day?

So here you are at work again, a never ending cycle that despite the pride you have - it was hard. It wasn’t so hard in the fact that you didn’t know what you were doing because you did, but because you were too quiet for your own good.

It’s not like you could help it. As a young child you were always berated by your teachers for not talking in class yet always presenting excellent work. Yet there was that burden at work that you felt lonely. You would always drag yourself to sit alone at tables in the Mess Halls and instead of going out and schmoozing with your colleagues at the end of a long shift, you would retreat to your own barracks and settle yourself down for the night.

You were known and always given the gratification for your work from your leaders yet despite them knowing who you were, they did not know who you are.

Often when you worked you would be lost in your own thoughts. So when you were underneath an Eta-2 that belonged to the General of the 501st, you were none the wiser when you heard something being called out.

For a peculiar moment you thought nothing of it and that it was a Clone Commander calling out some kind of order you didn’t know. But as you feel something kick at your feet, you realise that it was your name being said. It felt very odd for someone, anyone to be saying it which was why you probably had such a delayed reaction.

You pull out from under the starfighter and flip your visor up to see a Clone peering over you, hands tucked behind their back. He wore the same colours as the 501st and judging by the kama and double pauldron you knew he was a Arc Trooper. “Uh, can I help you Trooper?”

You remain looking up at him and he suddenly stills as you speak. He came over to you for a reason and now suddenly everything he was going to say blew right into the air. He’s looking at you, eyes a little tense but there was something endearing to him about the splotches of oil on your face as you watch him with a curious gaze.

“No.”

Oh. You had thought that maybe he had to relay a message from General Skywalker about his ship but instead, this Clone, one you had not spoken to but at closer inspection had seen before was here for no reason.

You stay still on the Creeper, the board you used to easily navigate under ships or any other vehicle and awkwardly twist the screwdriver you had in your hand around. You were growing a little nervous and as you glanced just past his legs you saw two other clones standing by some crates, watching you both.

“Are you pranking me?”

Your words sounded a little sad and the Clone hated that. It sent a horrible panic through his body and he quickly shook his head and apologised. “N-no ma’am! I… I came over because I saw you on your own and was wondering if you wanted to come with me to the Mess Hall for something to eat?”

You blink up at him, dropping the screwdriver on your chest. Why was this happening? You two had never spoken and suddenly he wants to eat lunch with you? Unfortunately for you both, his niceness is not being taken into account and so you declined. You slipped the visor back down and slid back under the ship to continue the work.

He watches you practically slip away and he is half tempted to try and catch your attention but he knows better than to prod and poke.

You hear him retreat and you feel a heavy burden on your shoulders. Your mind is racing with what to do but when you had made your mind up to crawl back out and call out to him, he and his friends had disappeared.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

As the next few days dragged on, that wave of loneliness hit more than ever. You had not particularly noticed it before but ever since that Clone spoke to you, knew your name, and had even asked for your company it had been infesting in your mind like a bad smell.

Someone had actually made an effort with you and you threw it away. Quite rudely in fact. You didn’t give him a reason as to why you declined and you had that horrible feeling that a grudge was now being held on you.

For those few days, you had kept an eye out for the Arc Trooper. You wish you had learned of his name and even been brave enough to ask someone or anyone where he could be but instead you had to do the annoying task of just keeping an eye out. Supposedly you were grateful for the armour being more stand out as living on Kamino was quite difficult when it comes to hunting down Clones.

A klaxon blares out from within the landing docks which means that lunch will now be being served. You throw your oiled and singed rags away and make way quickly to one of the refreshers to wash your hands and face. You grimace at first at your disheveled state and begin to wash away the labours of that morning. You even went ahead and smoothed your hair out more than usual because you were hoping that you may see that Clone. But you had a feeling you had blown your chances of even having a friend… or someone.

Once in the Mess Hall you’re keeping an eye out but over the sea of white plastoid armour, you assumed that the 501st must have been deployed elsewhere. Your shoulders sag in disappointment and plop some greyish unappetising soup into a bowl for you.

You’re looking for somewhere to sit and you spot your fellow colleagues all sitting at a table together and there is plenty of room for you. You’re mind is screaming at you, begging that you walk over and ask to sit with them but your heart had a different idea as your legs carried you to a table on your own. The same sad table you sat at every day. Alone.

You curse at yourself for your shy and awkward self because you swore one of your colleagues had smiled at you, even shifting to the side as a prompt for you to sit by them. But, no.

Playing with your food was always a bad habit of yours and one your parents had told you off for. So with them in your mind, you take a spoonful of soup and place it in your mouth.

In the corner of your eye however, you see a blurred figure. As you turn your head, you eyes widen and ever so gracefully you begin to choke on your food.

The Clone from before stood before you, tray in hand whilst you began spluttering into a napkin.

“Kriff, you alright Sarad?” He comes over to you swiftly, placing a hand on your back and patting it. You’re nodding quickly, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you try your damndest not to cough. It was almost the same when you’re in an exam hall with a dry and tickling throat and you’re doing your best not to cough too much to draw attention.

“Y-yes, sorry.” You stutter once your airway is clear, hand on your chest in slight relief that you almost died to some dull tasting soup.

You quickly stand and the Clone thinks you’re about to make a run for it but you turn to him, hands crossed stiffly across your chest before saying, “I’m sorry about the other day.”

He’s surprised and it’s shown on his face but then he shows you the most handsome smile you had ever seen on a human before. You try to ignore that feeling that just erupted in your heart and focus on what he was saying to you.

“I see no need for the apologies but I am feeling brave today and I wanted to ask if I could instead sit with you? Rather than you sit with me?” He’s charming in the way he talks and it makes you feel warm. This time, you weren’t going to ruin your chances so you nodded, smiling softly.

“I’d like that.”

Judging by the smile that widened even more, he was relieved you had said yes and took a seat across from you and didn't take any interest in the food on his tray.

You realise that you’re stumped for any conversation starters but you were smart enough to know that you should perhaps ask his name.

“So uh, what’s your name?”

“Fives.” He sticks his hand out to you and although he sees the slight reluctance on your features, your hand glosses over his glove and gives it a gentle shake.

“I’d tell you mine but it looks like you already know.” You say, taking a sip of your water as your swore you still had something lodged in your throat. Or maybe it’s because you were struggling to talk to Fives.

He smirks with a nod. “I do. I asked around.” He said it so casually that it didn’t somewhat appear at all creepy.

You grow warm. “Can I ask why?” You ask sheepishly and watch as he leans forward, arms resting on the table.

His gaze is trained on you and it’s almost as if he’s reading you like some ancient text. He had seen you around before and of course, he was attracted. But he often saw how lonely you had looked. Fives was curious, curious to know who you really are.

“I want to know if you’ll let me sit with you?Myself and my brothers have often seen you alone.” He sees you frown a little but he knew that he was only speaking the truth.

“Nice to see my loneliness is obvious.” You mutter but you weren’t bitter at him because it was true.

Fives gives you a reassuring smile and he’s half tempted to reach out and give your hand a comforting squeeze but he refrains for now. “Well, I’m hoping to change that! Tell me something about yourself, Sarad?”

Sarad. You swore he said that to you before but you weren't so sure but you definitely heard it this time. You knew that he knew it wasn’t your name so it was obviously some kind of nickname. You were about to question him about it until that deafening klaxon rang out again.

“Maybe another time?” You look up to him, seeing that he had small disappointment on his features that the conversation had to be cut short and it made you feel good. Like, really good. Someone disappointed to not speak to you?

You don’t realise you were staring until you felt something tapping at your foot. Your cheeks burn all the way up to the tips of your ear as you realise it was him gently prodding at your feet under the table like a pair of young teenagers. “Y-yeah, of course.”

Fives watches you leave, bidding you goodbye and once out of eyeline he silently fist bumps the air in celebration.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Since then, you have seen Fives more often than not. He always had something to say whether it be about the weather here on Kamino which is typically always the same or even about his knowledge on starfighters.

You always found yourself laughing at something he would say, blush when he would pay you such a casual compliment that he thinks wasn’t a big deal. Ever since, you have really come out of your shell. Conversations breezed easily with him but then realisation of possibly liking him scared you.

And he liked you too, a lot.

He was a Clone, a man made for a war you are currently fighting in. It couldn’t work and it pained you. Soon, he will have to go and you will never know when you will see him again. Over the last few days he’s been a safe space for you. Work has been tough? He would listen. You just wanted someone to sit with? He would be by your side. And now he could leave any second. You were scared to be by yourself again and before you could hurt yourself anymore, you had to make a drastic choice.

So, you did the foolish thing of distancing yourself again.

He noticed in an instant when you would make an excuse to go elsewhere and he would follow you like a lost loth-cat, asking what he did wrong. Of course you would say nothing and that you were just busy with work but he had his doubts.

He knows you’re working late tonight as you did every night but after the gruelling two days of missing you he had to get you alone again. So he waited and waited until he finally saw you packing up your things. It’s after hours and all Clones have a curfew but he did not give a single Kriff if he got into trouble. He could leave soon and he had to know if he pushed things too far or made you uncomfortable.

You dust your hands off your pants and wipe the sweat off your brow when you turn to see Fives.

Stilling, your eyes widen when you see him just in his Blacks. He’s toned, clearly, and absolutely beautiful in the dark moonlight of the hangar with the occasional flash of lighting piercing his silhouette. “Can we talk?”

He’s walking to you when he sees you chew on your lower lip, an anxious wave flowing through your blood. “You shouldn’t be here, you could get in trouble.” You try to speak as normally as you can but the waver in your tone blows your cover.

“Screw getting in trouble. I don’t care. I had to see you, sweetheart.” He ignores your way of trying to brush him away. As his body was getting closer and closer and with the nickname he gave you, you tried to hide your face by looking down and hoping your hair would cover how warm you suddenly got.

He stops in front of you, arms folded over his chest and it took all your willpower not to gaze at his arms. If it wasn’t his charm that had you hooked, lined and sinker then his physique was no better. “Are you ignoring me? Have I upset you?”

You take a moment to collect yourself and take a deep breath. Wearing your heart on your sleeve was something you never had to worry about until now. He came along and made you feel every emotion you had not felt in the year you had worked for the Republic. Now is the time to pluck up your courage and speak your mind freely. “No Fives, you haven’t upset me. Quite the opposite.”

His face twists in confusion but ushers you gently to continue.

With enough built up courage, you take a deep breath. “I really, really like you and it scares me.”

Fives eyes widened in pure joy for a mere second but then vanished soon after. “Scared? Why, Sarad?” He takes a step closer, his hands coming up and placing delicately on either side of your arms so your attention is trained on him.

“I’ve never,” you sigh glumly, feeling like a fool for what you’re about to admit, “I’ve never been this close to anyone who isn’t family. I know you’re a Clone and connections like this are not allowed which is why I had to distance myself. I could not cope with the idea of me liking you for it to just go nowhere, y’know?”

The Clone watches you intently as you talk, his fingers ever so gently caressing over your arms but you weren’t finished, “You were the first person to notice me, really notice me. And now you could leave in the next few hours and I could be none the wiser. I’m used to being on my own but since you’ve come into my life I’m so scared that this courage you’ve built in me like a building will just be knocked down.”

By now you’re crying and you don’t care. People didn’t understand what it’s like to hug walls and watch everyone talk with each other apart from you. It was hard for you to engage in conversations in fear of saying something awkward and embarrassing so you avoided it. You hated the feeling of going back to that. “I don’t want to be alone again.”

He’s closed you in against the ship you were working on, head tilted and eyes glazed with something you hadn’t seen before. “Oh princess, you don’t know how much I like you do you?”

You’re a little surprised by both the nickname and confession but mainly the confession. “You do?”

“Of course! I don’t start trying to make conversations with people I don’t like, do I? I wanted to learn so much from you and to just adore you and I have… I do.” He admits and he’s proud to admit it.

“I’ve seen your confidence grow and it’ll never leave you now. I’ve seen you even speak to your colleagues now! It’s little but it’s something.” He sighs in happiness, cupping your cheek with his right hand whilst the other settles down to your waist. “I don’t care what the Republic says about us. I want you, Sarad.” He whispered and his face is so close to yours you can feel him breathing. Warm and beautiful.

You gave in and had to ask, “What does Sarad even mean?” You say sniffling yet you were smiling.

“Sarad,” he says softly, “it means flower.”

Then he’s kissing you.

His lips are like silk and his hold on you is so gentle yet so firm that you could faint in his arms and he’d catch you in an instant. The moan that escapes you is surprising yet also welcomed as you find yourself kissing him back, fingers twirling the hairs at the back of his head.

There was something so alluring about kissing the Arc Trooper in the currently abandoned Hangar, after hours in the full moon light. Rain was pittering and pattering against the ground that drowned out the breathless sighs that echoed around you both.

When he pulls back, you’re both grinning as he takes your face into his grasp and places a kiss to the tip of your nose, “Sarad, my little wallflower.”

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arcsimper5 · 10 months

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So... I've seen a few Bad Batch headcanons about how they'd react to their SO safewording during a session but I haven't seen many of the 501st guys (I'm probs just looking in the wrong places but, yeah), so I wanted to write some for Fives, because he is my fave and he deserved better.

NSFW, female reader. Established relationship Light bondage Use of safe words Aftercare

Please be gentle as this is my first HC post! Feedback is welcome!

Read more under the cut.

Fives is filthy in the best way. He's always up for trying anything once, if it'll make you happy. Seeing you reaching orgasm is one of the hottest things ever for him, and anything he can do for you to make that better is a plus in his book.

His favourite things with you are definitely having you tied up and playing with you, teasing you until you're falling apart beneath him, nipple play (this man's mouth is literal heaven) and eating you out until you beg for his cock.

The safe word in your sessions is 'Citadel'.

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It had been a rough day for both of you. Between the mounting bureaucracy you were facing in your job within the Senate Towers and Five's most recent deployment to another round of line holding on enemy lines, the moment he had walked into your apartment, fresh back from leave, you could practically feel the tension radiating off of him.

Words failed you both, the dinner you'd cooked long forgotten before it had had a chance to cool as he's grabbed you, pulling you flush against him and kissing you as if his life depended on it.

Dragging you into the bedroom, he'd stripped you quickly, mouthing over every inch of skin he could reach.

"You like that, mesh'la?" he cooed as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking hard. "I've missed you." Deft fingers found the other, rolling the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling lightly.

The smirk on his lips as he effortlessly coaxed whimpers and moans from you would have been almost aggravating, had it not been for the knowledge of what was coming next.

"F-Fives," you gasped, his teeth grazing your nipple before he lathed his tongue over the swollen nub, arching against him.

"I love it when you're so desperate for me, cyare," he teased, letting his hand drift from your chest downwards, tracing your stomach muscles, humming in satisfaction at the way they tensed and fluttered under his touch. "How much have you missed me?"

"S-So much," you gasped, whining with need as his fingers brushed through the thick curls between your legs, barely teasing at the top of your slit.

"P-Please, please, Fives, oh, f-fuck," you begged, arching against him again as he chuckled lowly, his arousal growing by the second.

"My cyare," he cooed, his mouth moving back up to your neck, littering the skin with kisses and nips, tongue swiping over your pulse point, "begging for me already. Hmm... I dreamed about coming home to you like this, so desperate for me, so ready..."

You barely held in a squeal as he lifted you up easily, the plastoid of his armour hard and cold against your skin as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Wasting no time, careful as he placed you on the bed, he immediately nodded up at the headboard.

"Get yourself ready for me, love," he ordered, almost breathless at the very thought, "while I get this armour off."

"Yes, Sir," you all but whimpered, holding back a smirk of your own at the way Fives moaned, hands trembling against his armour.

Doing as he'd told you, you moved up towards the headboard, reaching behind the edges of the mattress and pulling out the cuffed restraints that you'd placed there months ago.

Before Fives, you'd never been much into bondage or being tied up, but there was something about the way he looked at you, something about the feeling of being completely at his mercy, bound and vulnerable to his touches that set your very core on fire.

Slipping your hands into the cuffs and laying back, you let out a whimper of disappointment when Fives began crawling up the bed towards you, naked as the day he was decanted, a predatory look written over his features.

"What's wrong, mesh'la?" he purred as he moved to straddle your waist, noting your apparent upset, "Not liking what you see?"

He dipped his mouth back to your stomach, trailing his lips and tongue up your body while his hands found your restraints, tightening them to where you were secure but not uncomfortable.

"N-No, Sir," you replied as respectfully as you could, your thighs twitching as they rubbed together, the slick between your legs warm and wanting, "I... I only hoped to see you get out of y-your armour. W-Wanted to watch."

Fives looked up at you with another salacious grin, flicking his tongue across one nipple as he held your gaze, chuckling when you moaned and threw your head back against the pillows, relishing the feel of his mouth on you.

"I can always put it back on," he teased, barely holding in a laugh when your eyes went wide, your appearance closer to that of a bobblehead as you shook your head.

"N-No! Please, Sir," you replied quickly, licking your lips at the hungry look he was fixing you with, "this is, perfect, I... I n-need you..."

Fives hummed again as he finally reached your mouth with his, lavishing you with soft kisses until you were a whimpering mess underneath him, your hips rolling and bucking, self control barely there at the feel of him.

"Someone's desperate," he mused aloud, raising an eyebrow at your whimpering. Brushing his lips over yours, he chuckled lowly once more, taking pity on you and crashing your mouths together.

Any reply was lost to the sweeping motion of Five's tongue against yours, the desperation in the action almost palpable.

With another soft chuckle, he pulled away, littering yet more soft kisses down your chest and over the soft swell of your breasts, drinking down the moans you let out at his gentle touch.

"M-Missed you so, so much, Sir," you managed, gritting your teeth and arching against him, wanting, needing to feel more, "missed your, your tongue on me, m-missed your cock..."

Fives let out a growl at your words, his entire chest vibrating with the sound.

"My little whore is so demanding tonight," he cooed, nipping at the soft flesh of your breast, one hand trailing down between your legs as he shifted further and further towards your core, practically salivating at the prospect of tasting you again, "tell me what you want me to do to you, my love... Tell me what you need."

You bucked against him, desperate for more contact, for his hands to finally touch your clit, to spread you, to fuck you.

"N-Need your fi-fingers inside me," you gasped, the need lacing your words sending another thrill of arousal straight to Five's cock as he continued kissing down your stomach, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh, teasing. "A-And your t-tongue on my, my clit, f-fuck, Fives!"

The ARC grinned against your stomach, leaving more tiny marks on the soft skin as he nipped and sucked, finally able to smell your arousal, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"You want to cum on my tongue or my fingers first, mesh'la?" he asked, voice husky with want, eyes dancing over your already sweat sheened body. Admiring the way your chest rose and fell quickly, the way your muscles tensed at the very thought of the pleasure to come, he was almost losing himself.

"T-Tongue, Sir," you croaked, voice almost broken with lust, tears forming in your eyes. You needed friction so badly, it was almost painful, "n-need your mouth on me, p-please."

Fives groaned again, taking a deep breath to steady himself, his fingers clenching against your thigh as he fought the urge to simply drop the act, to give you exactly what you wanted.

But no. He'd been waiting for this for so many nights, to come home and play out the scene you'd always talked about. He'd dreamed of this, of you, tied up and begging to be pushed to orgasm until you passed out.

"Beg for it," he breathed , settling himself between your legs, strong hands lifting your legs onto his shoulders. Your thighs were slick with arousal, the smell of you enticing, so sweet and familiar. "Beg for me."

"F-Fives!" Your voice was little more than a whimper now, your entire being trembling with need. "T-Touch me, Sir, p-please, I, I need your tongue, on my, my clit. It, it's aching for you, for your mouth..."

"And did you touch yourself while I was away, cyare?" Fives smirked as you shook your head, barely holding in a groan.

"N-No, I, I did what you, what you said," you promised, almost breathless, "I... I watched the, the video of us, and, and I..."

You paused, taking a deep breath. The scene was so much more intense than you'd been expecting, your need for Fives surpassing all expectation. It truly felt that the moment he touched you, you might implode, the spark of his tongue enough to ignite the raging inferno within you, that you might just cum from a single touch.

"Shh, there's a good girl," Fives praised gently, allowing a tiny piece of him to slip through, enough to keep you grounded. "You've done so well. I think it's only fair that you're rewarded..."

Before you could even open your mouth to reply, his fingers and mouth moved at the same time.

His index and middle fingers spread you open to him while his lips suckled on your clit, tongue dancing over the swollen bud with featherlight touches.

You were right; it was enough to send you over the edge immediately, your entire body clenching at once as the tingling pleasure washed over you, every nerve singing with delight.

Fives chuckle was intoxicating, his mouth immediately back on you, teasing at your clit again as his other hand moved to your entrance, one finger teasing the slick opening.

"You almost came just from me teasing you, huh cyar'ika?" he murmured against your skin, eyes dancing with delight when you nodding, bucking your hips against him, silently begging for more. "I love seeing you like this... mine... completely at my mercy."

The sensation of his tongue against your still twitching clit was overwhelming, almost enough for you to beg for mercy until his finger slid inside you, the sensation enough to ground you once again, allowing your pleasure to build anew.

"Mmm... So wet for me, cyare," Fives sighed, pumping his finger in and out a few times before adding another, the mewling moan you released into the sex drenched air of the room intoxicating, "all of this, all for me."

With another swipe of his tongue, he silenced any reply you might have made, your mind devoid of anything except the feeling of his mouth on your clit and his fingers slipping in and out of your body, his presence the only thing in the world that mattered in that moment.

"F-Fives!" you squealed, another wave of pleasure fast approaching, this one even more intense than the last.

"That's in, cyare," he breathed into your wet heat, "let go for me."

Within moments, you were cumming on his fingers, your second orgasm sending your vision white for a moment, the intensity catching you off guard.

Five's tongue did not stop, the overstimulation bordering painful now as he continued to lap at you, suckling and kissing and moving against you in ways that would have normally felt wonderful.

But this time, it hurt, your muscles tensing as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of your body, that sensual smirk still on his face.

Suddenly, your chest tightened, panic replacing pleasure, the feel of him too much. You wanted him to stop, you needed him to stop, his tongue like sandpaper against your aching clit.

"C-Cit, cita," you tried, Fives suckling your bud again, misunderstanding.

"Yes, cyare?" he cooed, pulling away as he began to sense the change, how your muscles tightened, the tears gathering in your eyes. "Mesh'la?"

"C-Citadel."

It was barely a breath, but Fives reacted instantly, faster than you could comprehend. He seemed to be everywhere all at once, his fingers removed from you with a slow and gentle movement, his hands moving to the cuffs and undoing them, your arms falling to your sides.

By the time you'd regained some sense of self, you were laid in Five's lap, his arms wrapped around you, soft words whispered into your ear as he held you close.

"I'm so sorry, cyare, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to push too far, I..."

Turning to face him, you offered a soft smile, brushing your lips over his to silence his apologies.

He hesitated at first, holding back, simply allowing you to kiss him until you swept your tongue across his bottom lip, his instinct taking over.

Within moments, he was meeting your tongue with his, your kisses turning long and languid, bodies relaxing into each other's.

"I'm still sorry," he murmured after a few moments, eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours, guilt seeping through every cell of his being. "I should have been paying more attention, I..."

"I asked for this," you reminded him gently, running one hand across his cheek, immediately cupping his face and pecking him on the lips. "I thought I could take it... I guess I... I underestimated your skills, yet again."

The guilt and worry in Five's eyes finally started to lift, replaced by the usual, mischievous glint you'd come to adore so much.

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment," he winked, laughing when you rolled your eyes and kissed his nose, grinning up at him in return.

"It's meant to be," you clarified, sighing deeply, snuggling further into his hold. "I... I'm sorry I had to call it... I could just feel..."

It was Five's turn to silence you with a kiss, your apology muted by the sweep of his lips across yours, his expression as close to serious as you'd ever seen on him when you finally pulled apart, your eyes fluttering open.

"Never, ever apologise for that," he urged gently, one hand moving to lace together with yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. "It's what it's there for. I... I never want to hurt you, cyare. If I hadn't have stopped... I'm glad you said it. I'm glad we did. I only ever want you to feel good... to feel... loved."

"I do," you reassured him, gazing up at him with absolute adoration. "and I have really missed you."

"I missed you too, cyare, more than I can explain." His smile turned watery as tears sprung to his eyes, emotions overwhelming him. "I..."

He hesitated, looking away, almost ashamed. "I know," you reassured him, tone as gentle as you could manage, his eyes fluttering up to meet yours in an instant, the hope in them undeniable. "I love you too."

No more words were needed as your lips met once again, mouths moving together until your jaws ached.

Without hesitation, Fives shuffled down under the covers, the warmth of your body against his soothing him into the deepest sleep he'd had for a long time, happy and safe in the knowledge you would be there when he awoke.

"Goodnight, cyare," he yawned, planting one last soft kiss on your cheek before he pulled you against him, cradling you against the night.

"G'night, my love."

(And then they lived happily ever after and Tup lived and Fives lived and the Chancellor fell off of his big tall chair in the senate one day and died oh what a shame).

So... hope y'all enjoyed that :)

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ariadnes-red-thread · 2 years

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Bad Habits

Summary: You can try to break your bad habits all you want but somehow you always end up here, with Fives.

Pairing: Fives x AFAB!Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+ *MINORS DNI*, This is pretty much just pure smut (PiV, oral, face-fucking, fingering), Soft dom!Fives, Dom/Sub dynamics, Mention of safeword, Language, Drinking/Alcohol use, Toxic dynamics/Controlling behavior, Fluff ending, Brief appearence by Crosshair

Word Count: 5000

A/N: “Bad Habits” by Ed Sheeran has lodged itself in my brain and it won’t leave. So, like Fives, I’ve decided to make my problems into everyone else’s problems.

Almost no actual song references. Just a smutty lil piece about being addicted to another human. Also, I h/c that Fives likes control. It helps him push back against the fear and the feeling that the rest of the galaxy views him as just a number. Likes, comments, reblogs and feedback are always so appreciated!

Ao3

My bad habits lead to you...

It’s late and you’re buzzing. You’ve had a few drinks, sure, but it’s not just the alcohol. It’s a combination of everything that has your heart racing and a feeling of possibility tingling just beneath the surface of your skin. There’s the neon lights, the thud of the bass, the din of the crowd gathered at 79’s tonight, and, most intriguing of all, the company of the handsome, mysterious man who has just settled into the bar-seat next to you.

“Crosshair.”

The striking man smirks at you as he throws back a shot of sticky, brown liquor. You watch as he swallows it without flinching. His eyes quickly flick back to you, returning your hungry look as they drift over your figure. You’re leaning against the bar and wrapped in a low-cut black dress with a hem that sits just below the swell of your rear. You look fantastic and you know it.

“Nice to meet you, Crosshair.” You tilt your body towards him, arching your back just a little as you say his name. His attention falls to your cleavage, as you intend.

“The pleasure is mine,” He assures you.

His silky voice licks at your ear and you wonder what else that tongue can do. Crosshair’s eyes travel back up to meet yours and they’re nothing but deadly. This man wants to eat you alive and you just might let him.

“Excuse me, ma’am.”

You internally groan at the voice over your shoulder. Even in a sea of clones, you know who it is without turning around.

“Yes, Fives?” You lock eyes with Crosshair’s deep brown ones, hoping that maybe Fives will take a hint and fuck off.

“The Captain is lookin’ for you.”

“Rex is looking for me? Right now?” The disbelief in your voice is palpable.

“Yep. Says it’s urgent.”

You know he’s lying. You know it. Even as the civilian medic for the 501st, there’s no convincible reason that Rex could need you right now. Not to mention that, when you left the Torrent Company’s table to strike out on your own with the explicit purpose of talking to anyone but Fives, Rex had his face buried in the tits of that beautiful bounty hunter he’s seeing. So, all of that to say that you know for a fact that Rex isn’t looking for you. You know that what you should do is tell Fives to go to hell and bother someone else. But you can’t resist the bait. You never can.

You turn to Fives. He sees his moment and captures it. He clasps your upper arm in a gloved grip before he tugs at you and leads you towards the door. You don’t even have time to say a word to your new friend. You throw an apologetic look over your shoulder at Crosshair, hoping it’s sorry enough that he might wait for you to shake off this pest of an ARC trooper and come back to the bar. His glare at your companion is murderous and you have no doubt that, if Crosshair had a weapon, Fives would be a dead man.

With his typical disregard for danger, Fives doesn’t even glance back as he leads you out of the club. He takes you just around the corner to the alleyway. Using his wide, armor-clad form, he backs you into the durasteel wall and cages you there. He presses his gloves against the building, one hand on either side of your head. He stares at you like he has something to say but, even as you wait a beat, no words come. You’re impatient. The night is cool and the durasteel that you’re leaning against is icy on your spine. Your thoughts are still with the attractive man at the bar. This isn’t a game you want to play tonight.

“Funny I don’t see Rex around here.” You cross your arms, trying your best to appear stern. “What do you want, Fives?”

Either he doesn’t hear you or he ignores the question. He’s frowning over your shoulder like he’s suddenly unable to meet your eyes.

“Him? Really?”

He’s pouting, you realize. You hate to admit it but it’s a cute look on him. You and Fives do this dance every time you’re planetside. You’ve been regularly sleeping together for a few months now. The first time was an accident. The two of you had ended up closing down the bar together and, as the poor, besieged bartender kicked you both out into the slowly brightening dawn, you launched yourselves together and practically tore each other apart in this very alleyway. Now, your nights out all ended the same way, entangled in Fives as you both heaved heavy, blissed out breaths. Recently, you realized you were falling for the man and that wouldn’t do. So you started to look elsewhere, desperate to break your bad habit before it broke you.

Still, you always ended up here.

“What’s wrong with my new friend, Crosshair?” You say, the taunt in your voice intentional.

Even though he’s still not looking at you, you feel yourself leaning into his wide frame already. Hells, it’s like he’s magnetized.

“Dunno,” Fives shrugs, finally dropping his stare back down to meet yours. Your breath hitches as his amber eyes lock onto you. “I guess nothing if scrawny and sulking is your type.”

You scoff, his wild assessment of Crosshair giving you reprieve from his spell.

“I don’t see any better offers.” You raise an eyebrow at Fives.

“I’ve got one.” His hands fall to your low waist. He tugs, pulling himself closer to you as he tilts your lower half up into him. “You look beautiful tonight, ya know?”

“We can’t keep doing this, Fives.” You sigh but, the more he speaks, the more you find yourself entranced by his full lips. The sudden increase in closeness sends ripples of electricity pulsing through your body, betraying you in its anticipation.

“That’s not a no…” His response is cheeky and hopeful. He grips your hip a little tighter, making small circles in the fabric of your dress with his thumb.

“I…”

Every time, you swear it’s the last. You tell yourself you’ll go home with someone new. You think maybe you’ll meet someone who will take you to dinner and ask you out in the light of day. But, despite your best efforts, somehow your nights always go like this, staring up at Fives and finding yourself pulled in once again.

He can see it too. Fives is an exceptional recon scout and he knows how to read you like a holomap. He always has. It’s part of what makes this so addictive. What makes him so addictive.

“Let me take care of you, mesh’la.” He leans in closer.

“Fives,” you whisper as his lips ghost over yours.

You try to think of another reason to protest but your mind is empty and your throat has gone dry. Suddenly, old habits feel easy and you can’t remember why you wanted to break them to begin with. You can see how his breath hitches in his throat. He’s waiting for permission. He’s waiting on you.

Your permission comes in the form of a slight lunge forward into his lips as you give in to your desire. As soon as you make your decision, he meets you there. Your arms wrap their way around his neck and one hand gently tugs at his close-cropped curls. His teeth nip at your lower lip, begging entrance. You surrender to him, like you always do. You’re already breathless as his tongue intertwines with yours. Your dress rides up as Fives presses himself against you, his knee finding its way between your legs. The pressure against your most sensitive area makes you grind into him before you even realize what you’re doing. His mouth travels down your neck, leaving wet, hot marks along your sensitive skin. Fives finds your ear, heavy breath bating against you as he whispers.

“I’m going to make you feel so much better than he ever could. I promise.”

You moan. You know it’s true. That’s how you always end up here.

A few more hushed words and hurried kisses later, you and Fives do that intertwined, stumbling dance back to your place. It’s one that you choreographed together and then performed time and time again. He knows the code to your apartment, which he types in with one hand while the other is wrapped all the way around your back, weaving through the openings in your dress so that the tips of his fingers are brushing against the sensitive skin under your breast.

As you tumble forward through your apartment and into your bedroom, the mood switches. He pulls himself off of you. Fives circles, shutting the blast door behind you both and closing out the world. It’s only the two of you now. Though you feel empty without his warm skin pressed to yours, you don’t follow after him. Instead, you stand still, knowing what comes next. He sits himself at the edge of the foot of the bed, elbows resting on his knees. His glinting eyes meet yours.

“Safeword?” He checks in like he always does.

“Tatooine.” You respond without hesitation.

“Good girl.” Fives bits his lower lip as he leans back onto his palms. “Undress for me.”

You reach for the zipper along the side of the dress. You clasp the cool metal of the pull tab between your fingertips and peel the teeth apart one by one. The fabric falls off of your form, caressing your skin before it piles on the floor around your ankles. Fives is a man under a spell. His jaw hangs just a bit as he watches. Then, suddenly, it snaps shut. He’s realized something.

“No underwear? In that dress?” His voice is torn between a groan and a whine. “Fuck mesh’la. You’re trying to kill me.”

“It wasn’t for you.”

It’s true. The panty lines were ruining the look of the dress so you had decided to take the risk and forego them for the night. Although it was for the sake of the outfit, you say it just like that to bait him. A flash of anger crosses his face.

“I should have taken you right at the bar.” Fives snaps. “Show that sniper exactly who you belong to.”

It’s your turn to bite your lip, the thought sending a shudder of pleasure down your spine.

“Oh you like that, don’t you?” He knows what desire looks like on you.

“Yes,” you admit. The idea of Fives taking you anywhere he wants has you panting before him and you feel your cunt clench at the pooling emptiness, hungry and ready for attention.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He’s grinning at you. “Touch yourself. Play with your nipples.”

You bring a hand up to your breast and his smile fades in an instant. He watches under hooded eyelids as you begin to roll and tweak one nipple and then the other. Desire roils your blood and you let out a small moan at your own teasing. His jaw is taut as he watches you.

“Who are you thinking about?” Fives’ tone is back to being calm and even. Only the low rumble behind his voice lets you know how close he is to shattering this facade.

“You, sir.” It’s true. You can’t wait for him to get his hands on you.

“That’s right, mesh’la. Come ‘ere.”

You make your way to him, doing your best not to rush. He spreads his legs so you can stand in between his muscular thighs.

“Take my armor off.”

Fives reaches up, dragging his gloved fingertips across your bare skin until he reaches your shoulders. He flattens his palms against you and gently applies pressure. Under his restrained touch, you sink to your knees between his legs before you begin to reach for his armor. You know the latches by heart. Piece by piece, you strip him and carefully pile the armor beside you on the floor. This isn’t hurried. You treasure this armor. It keeps him safe and brings him back to you, even if this is all you can get of him. You push the thought away, trying to focus on the toned, handsome man being revealed before you. It works. As you remove his codpiece, his hard length appears as a tent in his bodysuit. Your mouth waters and you swallow at the sight. You reach to stroke him through the fabric.

“No, no.” Fives captures your wrist, quickly twisting your joint so he can pin your hand to the bedsheets. The motion catches you by surprise but it doesn’t hurt. “Did I say you could touch me yet?”

You whine. Now that you’ve seen a teasing promise of his cock, the steady, diligent worker you were moments ago has disappeared. You want to feel him and this is taking entirely too long. Desire courses through you, sending sparks to your core. You need heat, you need friction, you need Fives. He can see the defiance flailing in your eyes as you get ready to object to his pace. Keeping your wrist pinned, Fives lifts his free hand to your face. He runs a single knuckle along your jaw.

“Patience, cyar’ika. Keep working on my armor.” Fives orders before he releases your hand.

You still want to protest but you don’t dare. The brattier you are, the longer it will be before you get what you need. So you turn dutifully back to your job. Fives looms over you as you peel off his shin plates. You can see him from the corner of your eye, watching you like a sparring partner. His expression is dark and his eyes have bloomed black in the center. He raises a hand to your breasts. They are swinging heavy from your chest as you work. One finger traces along your areola, making the skin pearl as he draws small circles in your sensitive skin. He mirrors your movements from earlier, tweaking and twisting at your nipple. Each touch sends more flutters of heat to flood your core. Your fingers start to tremble and you begin to fumble at latches that you could undo blindfolded. He turns his attention to your other breast, pinching that nipple just a bit harder, searching for the line where pain and pleasure blur. You gasp at his ministrations, keening into him, and Fives smiles a knowing smile, one that says he found what he was looking for.

Despite the distractions, you finish stripping the armor from his legs and then turn your attention to his shirt and his gloves, leaving him in only his lower body glove. You start to reach for the waist but your eyes meet his and he gives you a stern look. You drop your hands to your knees and you wait, never taking your eyes off of his. Fives’ eyes are dancing slivers of amber surrounding inky black orbs. No matter how far you get into the scene, they never lose their mirth. You see desire burning in them as well. He’s teasing himself as much as he’s teasing you. Finally, Fives cracks and pulls himself from the fabric, revealing his long, thick member. He strokes himself, pressing his fingertips along the rigid vein that runs under his shaft, as he stares down at you. He teases the swollen head and smears the bead of precum that has formed on the end. You lick your lips as you watch him. He cracks a smile at that.

“You want to touch me?”

“Yes, sir.” You nod, your eyes locked on his hard cock.

“Good girl.” Fives rasps. “Go ahead.”

He leans back again. It’s your turn to take the lead and you're going to savor every moment of it. You start at his neck, dragging your fingertips downward. You run your nails across his skin, trailing them across his stomach with just enough pressure to leave the lightest of darkened lines. There will be plenty of time to leave lasting marks later. This is just to tease him. You may be subordinate in the scene but you know you still have the power to turn him to putty.

Finally, you reach his groin. As you trail your hands along his inner thighs, you lower your open mouth to his cock. You feel him tense as you place his weeping tip on your tongue. You savor the salty, slightly tangy taste as you start tracing careful circles around his tip, teasing him. He gasps and you savor that too. He runs his fingers along your hair, wrapping his grip in your locks. You lick a long line on the underside of his member, drawing along the vein. He shudders as you finally take him fully in your mouth. You jerk on his cock as you suck, one hand twisting at his base while you hollow out your cheeks and your tongue glides around his shaft.

“My good girl.” He repeats, his voice rumbling now. His grip on your hair becomes tight.

You relax your jaw and take him further, gagging yourself just a bit so you can swallow him. Your fingers dance their way to his balls, scraping across his sensitive skin. You pull more moans from him while you squeeze and tug his heavy sacs. Without warning, he pulls his cock from your mouth.

“I’m going to fuck your face.“ He says and it’s not a request. He’s leaning down to lock eyes with you now. “What’s our signal if it’s too much?”

You place your hands on his legs before you tap three times on his left thigh with two fingers.

“And if you’re okay?”

You take two fingers and tap twice on his right thigh. Fives smiles at you, proud and hungry, before his look goes dark.

“Open up.” He takes two fingers and taps on your cheek, an unspoken reminder of his check-in signal.

His cock slides back into your mouth. There’s a moment where the world is still and then that stillness is shattered. He thrusts into you without mercy, groaning and sighing. You relax your jaw as best you can but his pace is unrelenting. Tears start to form in your eyes. His other hand wraps around your neck as he pumps himself into your mouth. The pressure is gentle, just enough so he can feel his cock expanding your throat. He removes his hand for a second to tap twice on your cheek. You tap twice on his right thigh. He trusts you and so he returns his hand to your throat as he begins thrusting harder. His cock sinks deeper into your throat, blocking your airway and pulling choking sounds from your stunted breaths. The tears are spilling from your eyes now and spit dribbles down your chin. His rapid grunts let you know he’s close. You’re ready for him, begging him to spill down your throat, needing him to become undone.

Instead, he stops his thrusting, tugging you off of him. His chest is heaving as he lifts you to your feet. Without warning, his hand is between your legs. Fives gathers up the slick that has dripped down your thigh with his fingers before he runs a single fingertip along your slit. He thrusts the one finger inside you. You let out a small gasp at the unexpected and almost unbearably pleasant intrusion. You twist on his single finger, needing more. He’s ready to give it.

“My turn.” He pulls his hand from between your legs and brings it to your lips.

You open your mouth and clean his fingers, the taste of both of you mixing on your tongue. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and kisses you hard before his next order.

“On the bed. Hands and knees.”

You follow his directions, presenting for him. You hear him groan and mutter under his breath at the view. Your heart races in anticipation.

Smack-smack.

He lays a hand on one cheek and then the other. He repeats it until your soft skin is darkened and you are thrusting your hips back at him, aching for him to touch your center.

Finally, you feel his hot breath glazing over your skin. You sigh and he hums happily in response, dropping his mask in the moment of excitement. His tongue meets your lower lips, dancing in long lines against your opening. He gently traces your cunt, pulling sighs from you. Teasing you. He continues his slow and steady path, alternating gentle, pointed licks with lavish sucking, first on one lip and then the other. You whimper. Still, he takes his time, savoring your taste as if your desperation makes it even sweeter. The word he’s waiting for finally slips from your mouth.

“Please.”

“Please, what princess?” You can hear the smirk that you know he’s wearing.

“Please, sir. I need more.” You whine.

Fives chuckles.

“How can I say no to you?”

He flattens his tongue against your slit and begins to lick in a frenzy, sending heat curling up your spine. His tongue travels from your clit to your frenulum and then back again, his facial hair an added sensation as it prickles your skin. He delves into your cunt. His tongue pressing against your inner walls. Your chest falls to the bed, pushing your hips back against him as you keen at his overwhelming attention. He pulls another moan from you, though it’s half-stifled by the sheets you’ve buried your face in. Two fingers find your clit as he begins to thrust his tongue into you. He’s already got you writhing with his teasing and, before long, he works you right to the edge. Without hesitation, he sends you toppling over it, shaking and crying out.

You clamp down as you cum, thrusting back into him. He meets you hungrily, drinking up everything you give him. Your hips slump as you come down. He feels you start to relax. You move away from him just slightly, creating the smallest bit of space between the two of you.

“No,” Fives orders and reaches a hand up to your stomach, holding you in place and pulling you back into him again with his firm grip. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He flips you on to your back, angling himself above you, and pushing your legs up into your stomach. With a devious wink, Fives dives right back into your cunt. You cry out, still sensitive from your last orgasm. You writhe under his relentlessness but he holds you tight. His tongue finds your swollen mound as a single finger enters you. His fiery eyes are locked on yours now as he thrusts it in and out of you. You’re whimpering from the relief of finally having him inside you. He adds another finger, working you up again. He sucks your clit into his mouth, teasing it slowly and steadily. It’s a sharp contrast from the force with which he stretches you with his hand but he knows you. He knows how to work you up without overstimulation. And he also knows you can take more. He adds a third finger. The stretch is almost painful, especially in your state, but Fives fucks you through it, opening you and curving his fingers so they find that spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll back. Your world goes white as he pulls another orgasm from you.

He lets you relax this time. Your limbs fall numb to the mattress like they belong to someone else. He climbs off of the bed so he can strip his lower half. You watch him through foggy eyes, admiring his broad, handsome form in your moment of bliss. He climbs back into bed next to you, laying into your side. His touch is gentle as he brings a palm to your cheek. The curtain falls for a moment and you glimpse Fives, the man you’re falling for. The sweet desire in his eyes is unlike the joking impish glint that usually lives there. You know that most don’t get to see it and you feel lucky to have a glimpse, even for a second. It’s addicting, these moments.

“You ready?” He asks, checking in with you again, as he draws his thumb across your lower lip. You can tell that, beneath the practiced patience, he’s teetering on that precipice of passion.

You nod, sucking his thumb into your mouth, wanting to throw him over that edge.

“My good girl.” He growls. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

And he does. He guides you back to your hands and knees. His member slots against your entrance as you brace yourself on your forearms. In the next moment, he sinks to the hilt, his cock reaching your deepest center. You keen back into him with a moan that borders on a cry. He pulls back before he sinks in again. Repeating the motion, he thrusts into you over and over, his cock dragging along your walls as his balls bounced off the back of your thighs. He’s grunting as he thrusts, muttering more to himself than you.

“Fuck yeah, mesh’la. You feel like fucking heaven. Osik, this is my pussy. Mine.”

Fives wraps an arm around your front, pulling you up to his chest so he can thrust up into you. His cock reaches new depths. His other hand snakes down to your center, where he starts to draw circles around your clit. You’re babbling as he rolls his hips home again and again. The angle of his hips and the friction on your most sensitive area sends you over the edge for a third time. It shocks the both of you. He slows his hips as you clamp down again.

As you come down from your high, Fives pulls from you. You should be tired but you want more. You’ll always want more of him. You whine at the emptiness. His lips meet your neck in a small gesture or reassurance. He brings you back down to the bed, twisting you onto your back. He settles his weight onto his left forearm, which lays next to your head and cages you with his chest. His right hand reaches down and clasps your knee, pulling it up to his hip so he can still reach the depths of you.

You both moan in unison as he slides home again. His hips send waves of pleasure into you as he starts thrusting again. His lips find yours as he hungrily kisses you. His head then falls to your neck. He’s leaving marks now and you know you should yell at him before he leaves one you can’t hide with your jumpsuit but you can’t bring yourself to care. You want to be his, bad habit or not.

“Give me one more.” Fives is beginning to stutter his hips. His words come through gritted teeth as he holds himself back, demanding one more peak from you before he lets himself tumble over the edge. “Cum for me, my good girl.”

Your whines become high pitched sobs. Your head is still spinning from the other orgasms but somehow, he reaches down between your bodies to find your swollen clit. With rapid circles, he coaxes come more out of you. Your walls convulse around him as you scream out his name. Fives thrusts for a final time, finishing deep within you.

You both collapse on the bed, his weight falling onto yours. After a beat, he quickly rolls off of you, pulling his softening cock from you and guiding you around so that he can hold you, face to face and pressed to his chest. There’s a moment where your heart flutters and you think about pushing away but you’re too exhausted to protest. Instead, you tuck your nose into his neck and let him stroke your hair until both of your breathing slows.

When it finally does, Fives slips from the bed for a moment. You hear the sink run in your fresher. When he comes back, Fives has a damp towel with him. He sponges your lower half as he lays gentle kisses on your skin. You’re sore in the best way, wriggling just a little under his touch. You’ll definitely feel him tomorrow. Tomorrow. The thought makes you frown. That’s why you didn’t want to do this. So you wouldn’t have to miss him tomorrow. That’s why this is a bad habit that you need to break. Nausea sets in.

Fives, unaware of the struggle waging inside you, tosses the used towel to the side before he climbs back into bed. He pulls your sheet around you both. He wraps his arms around you and molds himself to your form. His heat, which you craved so desperately only minutes ago, suddenly feels suffocating.

“Should you be going?” You pull yourself away from him. No need to get comfortable in arms you can’t stay in.

Fives isn’t having any of it though. He gathers you back into his chest.

“No drills in the morning. Rex canceled everything until the afternoon.” He mumbles into your shoulder as he presses his lips to your skin. Then, he pauses for a moment before he adds, “Let’s go get breakfast at Dex’s.”

“Sure,” You snort.

“I mean it, cyar’ika.” He separates from you just enough for you to be able to see his face. You peer at his features, expecting to see some of his spritely humor. You expect to find the punchline. Instead, he wears only an earnest smile. “Let me take you out.”

“You’re serious?” You’re still skeptical but you feel yourself melting into him.

“Aren’t I always?” He winks before he plants a kiss on your forehead.

As you fall asleep in Fives’ arms, you’re smiling. You never could kick your bad habits but maybe they were leading you to where you were supposed to be.

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princemick · 6 months

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purple tie. purple bow.

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storiesforallfandoms · 5 months

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i need someone older ~ william afton;five nights at freddy's

word count: 3794

request?: no

description: after a bad breakup, she finds herself becoming more and more attracted to her much older boss

pairing: william afton x female!reader

warnings: swearing, age gap (reader is mid 20s, afton is 50s), power imbalance technically (but it's fine), bit of an au (so he doesn't unalive anyone in this one)

masterlist (one, two, three)

I stormed into work, really pushing it for time. I had slept past my alarm and was incredibly reluctant to get out of bed. After the night I had, the last thing I wanted was to work eight hours in a children's restaurant, with screaming kids and the animatronics playing the same three songs all day. But I needed the money, and hopefully a distraction.

"Whoa, who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?" my coworker, Adam, asked.

"Fuck off," I muttered. "I gotta go change into my uniform. Can you punch me in so I'm not late?"

"Yeah. Be quick, though. Afton's here."

I rolled my eyes. "He doesn't even know our names. He's not going to know I'm supposed to be on the clock."

I changed as quickly as I could while having limited space in a tiny bathroom stall. I stuffed my clothes into my backpack and did a quick double check in the mirror to make sure I was work appropriate. I wasn't paying enough attention as I stepped out of the bathroom and managed to literally run into someone who was walking past. I cursed under my breath as I looked up and came face to face with the fucking owner of Freddy Fazbear's.

As if this day couldn't get any worse.

"|'m so sorry, Mr. Afton," I said.

"Don't worry about it," he said. "Where's the fire, though? You seem like you're in a hurry."

How do I answer this without getting in shit? "I'm just, uh...trying not to be late. I had to change, and bring my bag to my locker."

William looked down at his watch. I felt my heart starting to pound.

"Cutting it a little close there," he commented.

"I know."

My grip on my bag had tightened as I braced for the worst. I had never met William before. Despite owning the restaurant, he was rarely ever around. Whenever he was, he was usually tucked away in his office for most of the day and only ever spoke with our manager. Due to this, I didn't know if he would be a hard ass who was about to write me up for running late. After the events of the previous night, I didn't think I'd be able to take getting reprimanded today.

He took me by surprise when he smiled and said, "Just don't let it happen again, okay?"

I nodded, unable to form any words, and scurried around him to the lockers.

Adam looked at me when I finally returned to the floor. "What took you so long?"

"I ran into Afton," I responded.

His eyes widened. "Did he give you shit?"

"Luckily no. Just told me not to let it happen again."

"I warned you that he was here."

I flipped Adam off when I was sure none of the kids could see me.

As if my day couldn't get any worse, my manager came to tell me that I was stationed on the prize counter for the day. The prize counter was probably the worst part of the restaurant. There was never any downtime at the counter. Either there was rowdy children hopped up on candy and pizza screaming about wanting toys they didn't have enough tickets for, or there were tired parents wanting to buy tokens for the arcade games while their rowdy kids were nearby screaming. Not to mention it was right next to the main stage, so the sound of screaming children was only matched by the sound of pre-recorded music coming from the animatronics' speakers. And to top it all off, the closing duties for the prize counter took longer than any other section of the restaurant.

It was the worst section to work, and I already wanted to leave just knowing that was my station for the day.

The only plus side was that being kept busy made the day fly by. But the usual craziness of Freddy Fazbear's was extra unbearable to a point where I felt myself on the edge of tears numerous times. I knew it was going to be a bad idea for me to be at work, and I was really regretting coming in.

I let out a sigh of relief as the last family finally left and the animatronics finally powered down. Adam laughed at me as I put my head down on the cool glass that held the prizes. "You're giving yourself more work to do."

I looked at the smudge I had left on the glass before glaring up at him. "I don't think my one smudge is making things any worse."

"Okay seriously, what is up with you? You've been grumpy all day."

I sighed and shook my head. "I had a bad night."

"Do you want me to help you close up so you can get out of here sooner?"

I gave him a look. "We both know you don't actually want that."

"But I'd do it to help you."

"I appreciate it, but I'll be fine. My annoyance and desire to leave will make me work faster."

Adam didn't fight me on it anymore. He said goodnight and clocked out. Once I heard the front door close and lock, I immediately got to work with cleaning. That was the easiest part as all I had to do was clean the glass of the prize case and pick up the discarded tickets from the floor. When I finished that, I started counting the cash in order to close it off. That was supposed to be another easy task, but my mind being anywhere but the task at hand made it so much harder.

Restocking the prizes was the hardest part. I had been on my own for nearly an hour, and I was both mentally and physically exhausted, so I was trying to rush out of there but found myself fumbling a little extra. I was trying to dump a box of tiny soldier toys into their respective bin when the box slipped from my hands and landed on its side, the toys scattering all over the floor.

It was my breaking point. Everything finally came crashing down around me and the flood gates finally opened. I lowered myself to the floor, sitting with my back against the counter. I buried my head into my hands and began to sob.

"Seems like a bit of a strong reaction to dropping some toys."

I jumped and looked towards where the voice had come from. I was sure I was the only one left in the restaurant, everyone else having left while I was doing my closing duties. Even my manager had left, giving me the keys and the code to the security system. But, turns out, I was wrong, because there was William Afton leaning over the counter to look down at me.

I quickly scrambled to my feet, wiping the tears from my face. "S-Sorry Mr. Afton. I-I didn't realize - "

"Hey, it's okay," he said, cutting me off and speaking in a soft voice. "What's going on? You seem stressed."

"It's...personal things. I shouldn't have let it interfere with my work."

"Fuck the professional shit for a second here. Forget I'm your boss, forget we're on the clock. If there's anything going on that you want to talk about, I'm all ears."

I leaned against the counter across from him. "It's stupid."

"You're crying, so I don't think it's that stupid."

I sighed. "My boyfriend broke up with me last night, after admitting he's been cheating on me for the last three months."

William whistled in response. "That's tough."

I nodded. "It just...came out of nowhere. We've been together for three years, moved in together last year. There was no signs that anything was wrong. I didn't even suspect that he was cheating. He came home last night and suddenly told me everything. Packed a bag and went to his...I guess...girlfriend's house. Told me he'd be back at some point this week to get his stuff."

Tears were stinging my eyes again. I looked away so William wouldn't see me cry anymore. Upon looking down, I realized my bare arms were on the glass of the prize counter, leaving smudges again. I cursed under my breath and turned to grab the cleaner again.

"Here, let me," William said, reaching for the cleaner. "You pick up the toy soldiers and I'll help restock the prizes once I finish this."

I was a little shocked, but definitely was not about to argue over getting help. We worked much quicker as a team and, finally, I was able to clock out to leave. I stood by as William set the security system and locked the gates.

"Thank you for helping me," I said.

"You don't have to thank me," he said. "It seemed you needed help, and I wasn't about to let one of my employees struggle while I was on the property." I smiled at him and started for my car. "For what it's worth - " I paused and turned back to him. " - your ex-boyfriend is a fucking idiot. You seem like a great woman. Don't beat yourself up over him."

He smiled and turned to walk towards his own car. I watched him go, surprised by what he said. Even through the cold night air, I could feel my face burning.

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William was around more after that. Not just in his office, but he was actually out on the floor. Everyone was noticing his increased presence, but I found myself noticing it in a different way. Whenever William was near, my eyes were practically glued to him. I found it difficult to concentrate whenever he was around. Luckily, everyone else was so distracted by his presence that they didn't notice how useless I had become.

It was wrong. I knew that. Having a crush on a coworker was bad enough, but a crush on your boss was a whole other level of bad. Especially when your boss is so much older. I had no idea whether or not he was even married or had kids for God's sake!

But every time I saw him, I couldn't stop my heart from racing. I wanted him in a way I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't stop myself.

During one of my shifts, I was put on the serving section. Serving was easy enough - take orders, bring food, check on tables. The hardest part was trying not to trip over a child running past while carrying a whole pizza on a hot tray. Most of us had learned the art of scanning the area before we walked, but sometimes you just don't notice quick enough and end up surprised by one of those little fuckers.

One of the cooks passed a pizza through the pass to me and told me the table number. I took the tray and balanced it against my shoulder, something I found was the easiest way to balance the bigger trays. The restaurant wasn't too busy, but there were still enough kids running around that I took in my surroundings before I started to walk. I was making a mental note about two kids who were stood by the stage, dancing to the song that Freddy was "singing", and didn't notice another kid who was racing from one of the playrooms in front of me. I stopped suddenly, just short of running into him, but found myself losing my balance after he ran past.

I felt two hands grab hold of my waist, holding me upright and saving me from a very embarrassing scene. When I turned to thank my savior, I came to face the blue eyes I had been trying to desperately to avoid today.

"That could've been a disaster," William said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Th-thank you," I managed to stutter out. I could still feel the heat of his hands against my waist, like they were burning through the clothes and searing my skin. I almost forgot the heavy tray of pizza I was carrying in that moment.

When he let me go, his eyes still trained on me, I quickly turned and hurried to my table. I tried not to seem so flustered, but I knew I had failed. I stuttered through every sentence before finally dismissing myself to the prize counter where one of my other coworkers, Beth, was snickering to herself.

"What was that about?" she asked.

"Don't ask," I responded.

"Oh, I'm asking. Are you all hot and bothered for Afton?!"

"Shh!" I snapped, looking over my shoulder to make sure no one had heard. Not like anyone would over the usual noise of the restaurant.

"Oh, you so are!" she said. "Holy shit, (Y/N), you know that's bad news right? He's literally our boss."

"I know he is. I'm not stupid. But...I can't help it!"

"At least he would be more of a gentleman than that small dick asshole you call your ex." She looked over her shoulder as the front door to the pizzeria opened. When she looked back, her eyes were wide. "Speak of the devil."

I looked over to see none other than the small dick asshole himself, Josh, walking in. I wished I could disappear into the floor and never be seen again. I tried to turn and walk away before he spotted me, but no luck.

"(Y/N)!"

I groaned and turned back to him. "What do you want, Josh?"

"I was just over getting the last of my stuff - "

"Awesome, I do not care. If you've come to give me your key back, you could've just left it on the dining room table."

"No, I came to say that I couldn't find my Springsteen album."

I furrowed my eyebrows and crossed my arms. "So you came all this way to...what? Ask me what I did with it? I have no idea, Josh, I threw everything that was yours into boxes and garbage bags. If it's not in there, you might've left it in your car or at your new girlfriend's house."

"It's not any of those places." I wasn't sure if I should've been hurt about the fact that he wasn't addressing my last comment directly, but I definitely was a little bit.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"I wanted to see when you were going to be off work and maybe I could come by to look for it with you."

I scoffed. "Are you serious right now? Josh, I don't know what the fuck happened to your album, but you're sure as hell not coming over to the house. That is not your place anymore, and you're very much not welcome there."

"Why can't we be adults about this?"

"You lost the right to being adult about this the second you decided to cheat on me! And how dare you say that shit, but then come down to my place of work to try and, what, harass me into letting you back into my home? We're over, Josh. I don't ever want to see you again. If I find any of your shit left at the house, I'll drop it in the trash."

"What seems to be the problem here?"

I suppressed the urge to groan again. As if things couldn't get any more complicated.

"No problem, Mr. Afton," I said, turning to face William with the best, innocent smile I could muster. "Just an...unwelcome guest."

William looked at me for a moment before letting his eyes wander to Josh. I didn't have to say much else for him to recognize who the "unwelcome guest" was and I could see anger in his eyes.

"Well, time to get back to work, (Y/N)," he said to me. "Your customers are waiting."

I nodded and ducked away from the situation. As I walked away, Josh called after me, "That's fine, I'll be waiting for you to get off! We can talk more then!"

"Like hell you will."

A collective gasp from the parents and Beth cause me to spin around to see William had grabbed hold of the collar of Josh's shirt. William was easily a head taller than Josh, so even if the act wasn't meant to be intimidating, he definitely looked intimidating. I don't think I've ever seen such fear on Josh's face. William turned Josh around and basically dragged him towards the front door.

"If I see you back here, I will have your ass arrested," he said as he threw Josh out of the restaurant. "Are we clear, punk?"

He didn't wait for a response as he pulled the door shut. I could see Josh standing there, a mixture of fear and confusion on his face. William re-entered the main area, still looking angry, but tried to put on his best customer service smile as he addressed his new crowd. "Sorry everyone. Just an unruly customer. Sorry for any trouble."

To me he added, "Come see me in my office, please."

Beth and I exchanged a look before I followed William towards his office. I was so sure he was going to get upset with me. Not only had I brought my personal shit to the restaurant (even though that wasn't my fault), but it had also resulted in a not so great scene in front of the customers. People get to talking, and I was sure that this story was going to be spread through town before the night was out.

The moment I stepped into his office, I set in on the apologies. "Mr. Afton, I'm so sorry about that. I had no idea he was coming. I've been trying to avoid him while he's moving his stuff out and I guess he was getting tired of that or wanted to poke me one last time or something - "

"Did he hurt you?"

I paused my rambling to look up at him. All anger was gone from his face and had instead been replaced by concern.

"What?" I asked.

"Did he do anything to you just then?"

I shrugged. "Not physically. He was definitely still trying to mess with me mentally, though."

William nodded. "Well, he's not welcome on the property anymore. If you see him, you have my full permission to contact the police immediately."

"I...I don't think that's entirely necessary."

"I don't mean to sound like an old man or anything, but I've met plenty of assholes like your ex, (Y/N). You give them an inch and they take a mile. If you don't deal with this now, he will continue to come back and harass you. I don't want that for you. You don't deserve that."

I opened my mouth to say something else, but nothing came out. I was realizing how close we were now. We were mere inches away from one another. If I wanted to, I could just reach out and touch him right now; grab him. I could've kissed him right then and there if I really wanted to. Who would've known?

As if reading my mind, William suddenly reached out and cupped my face. Before I could comprehend what was happening, his lips were on mine. It was kind of ironic, the fact that I had just been thinking about doing this exact thing, but now that it was happening it was like my brain wasn't sure how to comprehend the situation.

William pulled away just as quickly as he had initiated the kiss. He backed away from me, suddenly worried. "I'm so sorry. I...I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have done that."

In response, I pretty well threw myself at him. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him with such force that it pushed him back into his desk. He positioned himself so that he was sat on his desk and basically pulled me into his lap. It was risky, anyone could've come by and caught us, but something about that just made the experience so much better; so much hotter.

William pulled away first again. I tried to chase his lips with mine, but he pushed me back, chuckling at my eagerness.

"Hold on," he said. "There's some things we have to discuss before this goes any further."

"Please don't tell me you're married," I said.

He laughed. "No, I'm not married. Divorced with a 10 year old daughter. That was the first thing I wanted to discuss, in case single dad is a dealbreaker."

"Very much not a dealbreaker."

"So...the age thing is also not a dealbreaker then?"

I shook my head. "If anything, I think that makes it kinda hotter."

A grin spread on his face. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind. But there is the big issue of the fact that I'm your boss."

It felt like I had been shoved off of cloud nine and come crashing down to earth. For a moment, I had forgotten that part. He was right, that was the biggest issue here. Kind of hard to get around it unless I ended up quitting, which I really did not want to do. It was nearly impossible to find a good paying job these days, and I needed this now more than ever since Josh wasn't going to be splitting rent with me anymore.

I climbed off of William's lap and stood across from him. "I guess...that is a big issue, huh?"

"I just don't want you to feel pressured into anything, and I don't want anyone to look at you any different because you're dating the boss."

I raised a playful eyebrow at him. "You jumped to dating pretty quickly there."

His smile was a little more bashful. "What can I say? I'm old school. I don't believe in hooking up or anything like that. If there's anything going on here, I want you to be able to classify it as a relationship."

In that moment, I found myself wondering why I hadn't always dated older men. I had wasted so much of my time on guys my age when I could've been dating someone who was actually a gentleman and cared about me and my feelings.

"Why don't we see where things go with this, and then we can tackle that big elephant in the room?" I asked.

"I think I can agree to that."

I took a step closer and said, "I really want to kiss you again, though."

He laughed and met me halfway, standing from his desk and taking my face in his hands again. When he kissed me, I felt like I was flying right back on to cloud nine.

#william afton #william afton imagine #william afton x reader #matthew lillard #matthew lillard imagine #matthew lillard x reader #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf movie #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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ivysoul · 6 months

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sub!mike who wakes you up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep as he ran out of his sleeping meds. his cock is hard and aching after he failed to get himself off. he didn’t want to wake you, but he needed you to help him out.

sub!mike who gets a little too shy to ask you, instead just opting to hump your ass and hope you get the hint, grateful when you do.

sub!mike who adorns a desperate look on his face as he squeezed at every bit off skin on your body that he could reach. mumbling soft pleas before you eventually rolled over and grabbed the bottle of lube in the bottom drawer of your nightstand.

sub!mike who whines pathetically when you finally started to sink down onto his cock. his death grip on your hips being enough to cause potential bruising on your plush skin.

sub!mike who can barely contain his moans as you bounced up and down. he looked you in your eyes the entire time, and if he wasn’t so pussy drunk, he’d tell you over and over that you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes on.

sub!mike who has to have two of your fingers shoved in his mouth to suppress the noises he was making. “be a good boy and stay quiet for me, mike.” he failed every time.

sub!mike who stuffs you full of his cum, not worrying about the risks it carries or the consequences of what could come. he grabbed on to any bit of you that he could manage as his eyes rolled back and his brain borderline short circuited.

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 📁 ꒰ mike schmidt ! ⊹˚. ♡ ꒱#i have a full mike one shot in the works #just bare w me #i haven’t done a full fic in a while #so it’s taking a lil bit😭#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x fem!reader #mike schmidt smut #fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #smut #saintlulls

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hensel-x · 1 year

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yet another fnaf thing from last year cause let me tell you I Loved the interpretation of william afton obliterating a child out of obsessive gay jealousy

#my art #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #willry #william afton #henry emily #I LOVE YOU COLOR SYMBOLISM #he's getting progressivly more purple while turning 'evil'#because he's purple g-- *gets shot in the head*#also they match in colors in the second one #(henry's wearing purple under his clothes for reasons--)#also the charlie's green on will's vest in the last one #cause he. yeah.

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buckybarnesb-tch · 6 months

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In your last post you said about Klaus getting turned on by watching the reader eat?

Could we have more on/about that in a separate one-shot if you have the time? 💕

One More Bite -Klaus M.

I combined this request with another one I had gotten in my PM’s for Klaus’ mate giving him a blowjob when he’s in his wolf form, so fair warning on that.

If that is something that the original requester isn’t okay with and you don’t want to read this, send me another request and I’ll write something else for you as I understand you may not want to read something like this because it’s for such a specific kind of reader I assume (even though I am one of those readers).

Warning: Severe Warning on this fic! This fic contains Smut while our favorite Hybrid is in his wolf form! Blow-Job warning! Klaus becoming aroused by watching his Mate eat food. Also brief mentions of a school shooting when talking about the Scream movie series.

Sitophilia: Arousal involving food

Don’t Like=Don’t Read

Dead Dove:Do Not Eat!

Klaus has no clue where it came from.

It started when he was in Alarics body in the lunch room, watching over his Doppelgänger and her friends was proving entertaining to him…until he saw her. Y/n was a friend of theirs that didn’t seem to be all that involved in their Supernatural affairs, blatantly ignoring them as they spoke about the immortal Hybrid that sat 2 tables away possessing their History teacher.

She was a beautiful girl, one of the sweetest the 1000 year old man had ever seen, he swore it was true with how kind and naive she seemed to be. Klaus felt the need to protect her and ensure her safety, swearing to himself he would leave her out of all of this but just as he was about to leave the lunchroom he found himself captivated by her once more. It took a bit too long to notice that he was staring at the girl as she ate her lunch.

Klaus had never really been fascinated by watching someone eat before and it was an odd thought all together, but he couldn’t deny his enjoyment at watching her…he also couldn’t deny the raging erection in his pants that he willed away as strongly as he could as he wasn’t in his pants or his body and he was Not dealing with that!

He had gone to the front office later that day, finding her file and reading as much about her as he could. Her name was Y/F/n, she was on the honor roll with mostly all A’s and a few B’s, he found her address as well as the fact that she is emancipated and living in that apartment alone. He looked more into that, finding out that her parents had died a few months prior (when Damon had released the tomb vampires) and she lived on money they left as well as what she made working in a movie theater in the next town.

He found himself hating the idea of his girl being forced to work a job on top of going to school and getting amazing grades, only to come home to an apartment all alone with no family and no real friends as that Scooby Gang doesn’t seem to be very close with her. Klaus can’t explain his feelings, his attraction, or why he wants to take care of her so badly but he knows he doesn’t want her working this hard so that she can be all alone and in pain.

Klaus ditched Alarics body as soon as he was able and while his witches were dealing with the things he needed for his curse, he made his way to the next town and into the little movie theater. He walked into the theater and up to the snack counter where she was sat, reading something on her phone before jumping up as she saw him.

‘Good afternoon sir, what can I get for you to make your movie experience better?’ She asked, a smile on her face as if anyone could enjoy this job everyday. He hated seeing the dark circles under her eyes that she tried to cover with makeup, he wanted to see her in a comfortable bed, sleeping as much as she needed, wanted to watch her enjoy breakfast in bed with the knowledge that she didn’t have to go to work or school or do anything other than be with him. He found himself staring down at her as he imagined feeding her that breakfast while his cock was still buried deep inside of her cu- ‘Sir?’

‘Sorry, lost in thought there.’ He chuckled and she did as well.

‘I do it all the time, no worries. Can I get you something to eat?’ He looked as if he was considering it before responding.

‘Actually, I would love to get you something to eat.’ She looked up at him confused and he thought it was adorable. ‘Would you like to see a movie with me?’ She was shocked by this, clearly, and didn’t respond very quickly. ‘What time do you get done?’ He asked as if he didn’t know it was in 5 minutes.

‘Oh, I’m done in about 5 minutes. I have to get home and study for a test though-‘

‘Aw, let yourself relax a bit. Let me treat you to a movie, you can get whatever you want to eat, and you can pick the movie.’ The blush that spread over her face was adorable and he loved every second of it.

‘Really? Even if I pick a chick flick?’ He nodded, seeing a coworker walking out to take over her shift. ‘Okay, I want to see 5 Nights at Freddy’s…let me go get changed.’ Her smile lit up Klaus’ whole world and he smiled as he watched her walk away, her cute little ass nearly on display in the short skirt she had to wear as a uniform. Klaus only waited about 5 minutes for her to return after getting the tickets (and experiencing the man’s shocked face as he bought all the tickets in the entire theater so that they would be alone), wearing a dark tank top and fluffy pajama pants. ‘Sorry about the clothes, I was prepared to go home and get in bed.’ She explained but he waved her off.

‘Not a problem, next time I’ll wear pajamas too. I’m Nik, by the way.’ He teased, seeing her eyes light up at the idea of a second date.

‘Y/n, nice to meet you Nik.’

‘Alright, what do you want to eat?’ This was a dine-in theater, and while Klaus remembered when theaters sold popcorn, soda and candy exclusively, he found himself happy about the idea of providing his girl a good meal and getting to watch her eat it.

‘Oh, I’ll just get a small popcorn-‘

‘You just got off work, you must be hungry. Please let me get you a meal? Anything you want, if you don’t choose I’ll choose for you and I’ll be forced to feed it to you.’ He teased, wrapping his arm around her waist to test the water of how she felt about him touching her and to his surprise she leaned into his side, allowing his hand to stay on her waist. She was attracted to him too, he could practically smell it, and it made the Hybrid truly happy to know that his girl at least liked him as well.

‘Fine, okay. Hey Kyle, can I get an order of cheese fries, please?’

‘And?’ She shot him a teasing glare before rolling her eyes.

‘And a large order of chicken tenders with extra honey mustard. And since we’re bending this guys wallet, I’ll also have a large chocolate brownie milkshake-with extra chocolate sauce…I hope you like chocolate cause I won’t drink all of that, it’s huge.’ Klaus just grinned as he handed over his card. ‘Wait! You’re not getting anything?’

‘A bucket of popcorn too, please?’ He ordered and she stared at him as he paid for the wildly overpriced food. He carried the popcorn, allowing her to drizzle butter all over it along with salt before they went and found their seats, a girl bringing Y/n’s food about 10 minutes later just as the movie started.

‘I can’t believe there’s no one else in here, especially this late.’

‘Is this a popular movie?’ He asked, genuinely having no idea what it’s about. Klaus hadn’t come here with any intention of watching a movie, he just wanted to be with his girl so to him, the movie didn’t make one single fucking difference.

‘Oh yeah, it’s based on a horror game that I loved, plus Matthew Lillard is in this so I want to see it desperately. People really believe that his character is just Stu from the Original Scream a few years after he “died”. Which he 100% didn’t by the way.’ He could see how sure she was of this and enjoyed her dedicated belief to a movie she clearly loved.

‘How are you so sure he lived?’ He wondered and she turned her body to him more, ready to explain her theory.

‘Okay, so he was supposed to be the killer in the third scream movie! He was cast and everything but they had to scrap the whole plot. It was going to be based on a school shooting but that was right as Columbine happened so they changed the whole movie. Respect for them not doing that, 100%, but it proves that canonically he is absolutely alive. I don’t really get the connection to this movie, but if people believe it then why not?’ He nodded along, enjoying himself as much she seemed to enjoy these horror plots.

‘You’re a horror movie girl, aren’t you?’

‘Yup. Which is weird cause I used to be terrified of all scary movies but now I love them. We should have a horror movie marathon, clearly you haven’t seen the Scream movies and if you haven’t seen them, what else haven’t you seen?!’

‘Most of them, I’m not much of a TV watcher. I mostly just paint in my free time, I’ve seen a few though. The one in the mask who tries to kill his sister.’

‘Michael Myers, Halloween.’ She said, instantly knowing what he was talking about.

‘The Hick who has a chainsaw and wears people’s faces?’

‘Leatherface, Texas Chainsaw Massacre.’

‘The demon people, one of them has pins all over his head?’

‘Pinhead, HellRaiser. Truly an amazing movie, probably one of my favorite plot lines.’ He was amazed at how she knew every one of these from just the simple descriptions, he knew they were probably popular but it was so cute how sure and excited she was.

‘And the guy with knives for hands.’ Her eyebrows raised as he said this.

‘I’m going to assume you mean Freddy Kruger from Nightmare on Elm Street as we’re talking about horror movies and not Edward Scissorhands which is a sad movie that ripped my soul from my body. It a great movie but it’s sad as hell. Why are people so mean to everyone just because they’re different?’ He shrugged at this.

‘People will always judge what they don’t understand, especially when it’s other people. It’s always been that way.’ He knew from personal experience and Y/n seemed to hear the emotion in his voice because she reached over and took his hand in hers.

‘People suck. Cheese fry?’ She offered, holding out the box and he took one, watching as she bit into a couple as the lights went down. He was thankful for his vampire vision as he leaned back into the seat and kept his eyes on her. She was fascinated by the movie but he was fascinated by her. Klaus watched as she ate, finally getting to watch her eat a meal that wasn’t a snack in a cafeteria. The idea that he had provided his girl food, a real meal (for seemingly the first time since he first saw her 3 days ago) was satisfying to say the least. He stared as she ate her fries, her tongue peeking out every now and again to lick the cheese from her lips, causing his cock to twitch every single time. The moan that came from her as she first bit into a piece of chicken had him fully hard and completely desperate, watching as her tongue licked the honey mustard from her finger, her lips wrapping around her thumb and sucking on it with a “pop” as she pulled it from her mouth. He was so lost in his thoughts as he watched her perfect little mouth, he didn’t even hear the words that came from it. ‘Nik? You okay?’

‘Hmm? Yes! Of course, I’m great…you’re so damn gorgeous, and it’s distracting.’ Her cheeks turned red as he said this and she couldn’t hide it from him.

‘You are really sweet…please tell me this isn’t some kind of weird joke.’ As she said this his mind was ripped from his fantasies, confused as to why she would think something like that.

‘What? That’s crazy, why would you-‘

‘You walked into a movie theater without a ticket, came up to the food counter and asked me out to then buy a ticket and buy me dinner. You’re either the oddest and luckiest man in the world considering I was finished my shift when you came in, or this was planned and someone put you up to it…I’m an 18 year old girl in high school on a date with a hot dude in his 20’s…you can at least imagine why I’m a bit skeptical?’ She looked sad and he hated that he had caused it…why is this girl getting to him like this?!

‘I’m sorry that you feel the need to be skeptical of someone asking you out. I admit, I planned to ask you on a date. I saw you yesterday and I thought you were lovely so I decided to ask you out, I thought taking you to a movie after work would be a nice idea, I also thought you would enjoy relaxing and watching a movie right after your shift-‘ A look of guilt overtook her eyes as she realized how much thought he put into asking her on this date and she felt horrible instantly.

‘Oh God…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m a bitch! I-‘

‘No you’re not, relax love. It’s okay, I can see why you were questioning the situation. I want to take you out again, I enjoy you already and I admittedly enjoy feeding you.’ Her eyes widened a bit but she couldn’t turn more red than she already was.

‘Oh…okay? I-I can honestly say I haven’t heard that one before but it sounds nice to me.’ She joked as he reached out, picking up a French fry and feeding it to her, grunting as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his thumb to get the melted cheese off of his skin, taking her time a bit too much as she did this and Klaus couldn’t hold in his groan.

‘Christ Y/n, you’re going to be the death of me.’

Through the rest of their date Klaus enjoyed feeding his girl nearly all of the food he had bought her, her insisting he at least have some as well and he brought her home that night, pressing his lips to hers sweetly and deciding he liked that his girl blushed 90% of their time together.

It was 3 days later that he found out why he was so desperate for this girl more than any other in his entire lifetime.

They had been texting almost all day every day along with him visiting her daily, Klaus getting everything ready to break his curse and actually getting it done with some help from his annoying elder brother (after he tried to murder him) before running off into the forest, his wolf determined to get where he needed to be.

It was the first time in 1000 years that Klaus could hear his wolf in his head the way other werewolves could. In the almost month he had been a Hybrid 1000 years ago he had gotten used to him being there and the curse had taken that from him.

As his paws slammed against the dirt, sprinting through the forest Klaus couldn’t help but wonder where they were going and he quickly got his answer.

“Mate!” The voice he had so sorely missed, growled roughly.

“Mate?” He wondered, having heard the term before but knowing that werewolves finding their mates was extremely rare. Maybe because they were so far out of time if Klaus’ mate being alive 1000 years after his human life was an indication. “Y/n is my mate…no wonder I’m so drawn to her!” A happy feeling was bubbling up in his chest as he realized he had finally found his mate, something he had hoped could exist for him since he found out soulmates were real for wolves.

“Need Mate! Need Mate Now!” The aggressive growl was almost concerning to him as his paws slowed to a trot when he arrived at the home he had been visiting his girl in for the last few days.

“She’s going to be scared! We can’t let her see us-Stop!” He snapped, feeling stupid that he was literally shouting at himself.

“Mate Knows! Mate Not Stupid!” His wolf snarled, sounding offended by the idea that she didn’t know who he was. He scratched at the apartment door and Klaus tried to control his body, to run back into the trees and away from her when the door swung open and his Mate looked down at him in shock.

‘I have to be honest, didn’t see this coming Nik. I mean I got the whole “Nik-Klaus” thing, Elijah told us all your real name but…what exactly do you want me to do with this?’ She asked, clearly entertained by him showing up in his wolf form. He whined, scratching at the doorframe which made her chuckle. ‘Okay, you can come in Niklaus-oh, okay.’ He walked into her apartment before she was even done speaking, hopping up onto the couch and staring up at her as if waiting for something to happen. ‘I seriously thought your interest in me was a joke when I realized who you were. Damon was making fun of me for falling for it…you’re actually into me, aren’t you? Cause I figure you being here right now means either you really like me or you plan to rip me to shreds in my own home. Which is it?’ She asked him and Klaus rolled his eyes, laying his head onto her lap when she sat down beside him on the couch. ‘Oh…good…I could get used to this.’

For the rest of the evening Klaus lounged on Y/n’s couch with her, watching horror movies from the extensive list that she had made of “Horror Movies Nik Needs to Watch”. He also enjoyed once again watching as she ate her dinner, or his personal favorite, watching her eat a pint of ice cream. God, he wants her tongue on his cock so badly, which she noticed as it was on display and larger than one would expect. To her credit, she ignored it for quite a long time, pretending it wasn’t there until the voice in his head made it physically impossible any longer. He was talking about all the different ways he wanted to bend her over and fuck her tight little cunt until she was begging him to stop, practically drooling over how her tongue peeked out and licked the ice cream off of the spoon, desperate to watch her lick his cream off of his hard cock which is around the time his member began leaking onto the blanket underneath him on the couch.

‘Nik?’ She questioned and he lifted his head from her lap to look up at her, as if pretending he hadn’t been staring at her this whole time. ‘Do you need help?’ He tilted his head as if asking her what she meant…she couldn’t possibly mean- ‘Do you need help with your…problem? It’s distracting and it seems to be getting worse.’

At this moment Klaus is happy that he is not just a vampire, but also in his wolf form and unable to show her how embarrassed he is with a look on (what would now be) his completely red face. He couldn’t stop the slight whine that escaped him before jumping down from the couch and trotting over to the door, scratching the wood and waiting for her to release him. “Let Mate Help!” That aggressive voice piped up again and he tried to shove it back down.

‘I didn’t mean I wanted you to leave, I…I mean if you wanted me to, I…it would have to be really fucking private, I mean if you ever told anyone I would skin you alive!’

Klaus suddenly felt his tail come to life, wagging around behind him like crazy as he released a small “yip” sound, moving back over and hopping up onto the couch again, nuzzling his nose against her cheek.

‘Ahh! It’s cold and wet!’ She was giggling and it was a sound that Klaus knew he adored from the moment he first heard it in the schools cafeteria. ‘I hope you realize that when you’re human again, I want an explanation as to why watching me eat gets you so worked up.’ She teased, moving from the couch to her knees. ‘Are all wolves cocks this big, or is it a werewolf thing?’

“Perfect Mate! Pretty, Perfect Mate! Need to Fuck Mate!” Klaus shook his head quickly as that thought came from nowhere, trying to keep his wolf from controlling anything else when suddenly his cock was enveloped into her hot mouth causing the pathetic sounding whine that exited him.

Her lips were stretched wide around his thick member as he now leaned back against the couch, wanting desperately to hold onto her hair but knowing that he can’t. He settled for one paw resting on the back of her head and couldn’t hold back the growl that burst from his chest, her tongue trailing over the head of his cock which nearly made him finish laughably fast.

You could have never convinced Klaus that this would be something that he wanted, in 1000 years the thought had crossed his mind, of course, but it wasn’t something that really got him off until now. Now, rutting into his mate was all he could think about like it was playing on a constant loop in his mind. As he looked down and saw her on her knees in front of him a content purr built up in his chest. He didn’t know how deeply he had longed for his mate, maybe if his wolf hadn’t been bound from him, he would have.

His thoughts were cut off by the choking noise that came from her as his large cock hit the back of her throat. “Perfect Mate! Perfect Little Tongue!” The growl that exploded from him made her eyes widen in fear before he was cumming in ropes into her mouth, her hand coming up to catch what leaked from her lips.

‘Fuck!’ She cursed after swallowing everything he had to give and looking up at him, as if an innocent little virgin who hadn’t just sucked his wolf cock into next year. ‘Do all werewolves cum that much?’ She giggled and he whined in response, leaning forward and licking her face. ‘I’m not doing that again until you prove how good you are in bed as a man first.’ She was teasing him but he nipped at her throat, catching the skin and watching a drop of blood rise to the surface. ‘Ow…shouldn’t you be out slaughtering innocent humans right now?’ He shook his head, which he’s sure looked like a dog shaking off the water after being in the rain. ‘But that’s what you were going to do before finding me?’ He didn’t respond to this, simply moving to lay down across her lap as she sat back on the couch. ‘It’s okay, I’ll still be here when you’re human again, go.’ He peeked up at her, from this angle the light made her look like an Angel sent from Heaven, as if a gift just for his devilish soul.

“Stay Close! Never Leave Mate! Never Again!” He really hopes that once he fucks his mate and makes her his that his wolf will calm down about her, he may be right but he’s intense.

‘Go Nik, I’ll be right here when you get back, I promise. I have nothing to do tomorrow, I will stay until you come and get me. When you do we’ll order take out and you can stare at me while I eat it.’ He sat up, making a questioning noise that he honestly didn’t know he could make. ‘I Promise.’ She insisted, jumping up and opening the back door towards the woods. ‘I won’t leave, I won’t open the door for anyone either. Get, before you get needier and decide to hump me in my sleep.’ He did as she said, leaving out the back door and taking one final look at her before he was gone, running through the woods as he had always longed for, every day of his immortal life since it was snatched away from him and for the first time in his very long life, knowing that he had someone to come back to.

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One Bed : Five Hargreeves / F!Reader

Part of the Tesoro Series (Can be read as a one shot)

Word Count : 3.7K Summary : After a failed mission with the commission, both you and Five find a hotel to rest in. The only problem is, you'll have to share a bed. Aged up!Five. ( I do not own the umbrella academy or any of it's characters ) Warnings : Smut, cursing, mentions of headaches

“Damn It!” You groaned, leaning on your knees, your chest heaved. You changed back into yourself. Happy to be back in your body instead of a very hairy man with a limp. Your head pounded, you should have been more careful. After barely getting any sleep last night you should have known better than to push your abilities. You coughed, spitting bile out onto the pavement in front of you. A crackle of blue light appeared next to you before Five flew out of the portal. He was equally out of breath.

“Where did they go?” He turned to you, throwing his hands up.

“I don’t know,” you spit glaring at him, your emotions running high, “he disappeared.” You waved in front of you. Your lungs screamed, drinking in oxygen in deep breaths, letting your lungs inflate to their limit before breathing out again.

“Disappeared?” He yelled, whipping his head to look at you. His hair falling out of his neat side part. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a strangled scream.

“Where were you huh?” You hissed, narrowing your eyes “You could have blinked after him if you were here!” He glared at you, his face scrunched into a sour expression.

“God you are unbelievable!” He groaned, clenching his fists. His hands glowed blue before fizzling out, “I pushed myself too hard, I barely made it back to you!” You huffed rolling your eyes. Fighting would get you nowhere, Five loved arguing. When there was a fire lit in him he was an eternal flame, furning for days on end. Once you had stolen his favorite coffee mug, for no other reason than he had said something to piss you off. That was a week of hell you never wanted to relive.

“Look,” you took a breath, “we’re both tired, let’s just go find a hotel and get some rest.” You put your hands up in defeat.

He clenched his jaw, the muscle tightening. He huffed looking around.

“Fine, but you’ll follow my plan tomorrow, got it?” He pointed a finger at you. You didn’t know if it was his age, but the way he would scold you like a child drove you insane.

“Fine.” You said through gritted teeth. “Shall we?” You asked motioning to your parked car. He moved past you, hitting your shoulder as he went. You sighed following him, hurt blooming in your chest. You hung your head as you walk to the car.

He stopped, turning back to look at you. You didn’t have the best poker face, not with him at least. You looked down at the ground, refusing to meet his eyes. He bit his lip, guilt washing over him in waves.

Five had always been in agreement with himself, being alone in the apocalypse there was no room for second guessing. It was live or die every second of every day. When a simple infection from a paper cut could have as easily killed him as a broken bone, Five was always thinking ten steps ahead. Even after the commission picked him up his survival instincts hadn’t fully gone away. Whether he was in the field or not, his primal instincts still had him making decisions quickly and with no room for reflection. This was his way of life, learning layouts of offices, the nearest escape routes. Until you barged into his life.

With you, Five was constantly second guessing his actions. Normally he wouldn’t have given a shit if he was abrasive, cold or unfriendly. He didn’t come to make friends, he came to save the world. He had a job to do, and more importantly a plan. To get back to his family and stop the apocalypse. You were never a part of that plan. He had already calculated his steps when you came in throwing in three more steps to an already difficult dance. Sashaying your way into his life and heart.

He walked in front of you, cursing himself as he opened up the door of the 1977 Isuzu Gemini SL Coupe. He gave you a small smile as you got in. He closed the door behind you before walking to the driver side and getting in.

You drove in silence, leaning your head on the window. It throbbed from having to change into so many people. You rubbed your temple, praying for a shower and a warm bed.

Five’s hands gripped the wheel, he was spent. His body ached and the cramp in his shoulder was getting worse as he drove. The stress probably wasn’t helping. He stole glances at you every once and awhile. The only thing illuminating your face was the street lights as he passed under them.

He sighed under his breath, he shouldn’t have snapped at you. And it’s not like he was mad at you, he was mad at himself. He had let the guy get away, he had been worried about your safety. He had lost you at the beginning of the warehouse. The whole time he had been jumping around looking for you instead of the target. He knew he had made a mistake, using his powers for his personal gain instead of the mission. If the handler only knew, he would never be assigned with you again. Good thing she didn’t. As much as he tried to deny it he had started to enjoy working with you. You helped him maintain his humanity, like Delores had. You two were very similar, both kind, selfless, always thinking ahead. He admired your ability to stay true to your heart, even in your line of business.

He pulled off into a parking lot. Passing the glowing red sign that blinked vacancy. He rolled into a parking spot, putting the car in park. You both sat in silence, you sighed looking into the hotel lobby.

“I-“ Five started before cutting himself off, you raised your head looking at him. He stared straight ahead, his hand lazily draped on the wheel. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, his gaze dropped to his lap.

“It’s ok.” You said touching his arm, “We’re both tired and overworked.” You looked over at him, your head throbbed. You shut your eyes covering them with your hand.

“Is it your head?” He asked, looking over at you. You nodded tears pricking in your eyes, “Hey, let’s get inside.” He said squeezing your shoulder. You nodded, wiping away tears that slipped past your eyelashes. Five opened the door, stepping out of the car. You followed him into the hotel lobby, the bell ringing as Five opened the door.

You winced, sitting down on a leather chair. The fake leather had started to crack, you mindlessly picked at the flakes. The orange carpet under your shoes had multiple stains, you wrinkled your nose in disgust.

Five walked up to the counter, his hand hovered over the bell before he looked back at you. He put his hand back into his pocket and leaned on the counter.

“Hello?” He said looking around. An older man walked out, he had a full unkempt mustache. Frizzy hair to his jaw, his tall body squeezed into a tweed suit. “One room please.” He said handing him twenty bucks. The man nodded, plucking a key off the wall behind him. He handed it to him, Five turned the red pass over in his hands. He walked back over to you, your head in your hands. His heart squeezed in his chest, he needed to get you to bed. He gently shook your shoulder. “Come on,” he said, helping you to your feet. You gripped his bicep, leaning on him. Any sense of pride had left your body when your headache started. He led you to your room, putting the key in the hole. He had to jiggle it slightly before the lock gave out.

Fives face fell as he took in the room. Only one bed.

“Damn it.” He muttered, shaking his head, you walked over to the bed. Sinking down onto it as you reached down to untie your shoes. “I’ll sleep on the floor.” He said matter of factly, sighing.

“Five.” He looked into your tired eyes. “We’re both adults, just take the other side of the bed.” You shrugged off your suit jacket, pushing yourself off the bed. You pulled out a hanger and hung your suit jacket up. You unzipped your pants, Five felt heat creep up his neck. You had undressed in front of him before, why did this bother him so much? You unbutton your blouse, hanging it up as well. God, your head hurts. It was no longer throbbing, but pounding.

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” You mumbled walking to the bathroom.

Five sat down on the edge of the bed. He untied his shoes, setting them down next to the bedside table. He listened to the shower turn on, your soft voice humming as the rings of the shower curtain scraped across the metal bar. Five swallowed, his mind started to wander. He imagined you washing your body. The suds over your breasts, letting out a sigh of relief as the hot water washed over you. He felt his dick jump in his pants. He pictured your hands traveling lower down your body, over your soft stomach, reaching between your legs. His dick was standing at attention now. He had a good couple minutes before you would be out. He reached down, rubbing himself through his pants. He could only imagine your hands instead of his, your hot breath fanning over his neck, lips, ear. He leaned back, letting his back hit the bed. He tugged at his belt, undoing the buckle. He unbuttoned his pants pulling them down with his underwear. His dick, no longer confined to his pants, sprung free onto his stomach. He spit into his hand, lubricating his dick. He ran his palm over the tip, once, twice, before he noticed the water had turned off. He quickly pulled his pants back up, buttoning them. He stood up walking over to the window, pulling back the thin green curtain. Trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

You opened the door. Your hair still slightly damp, you had a fluffy robe wrapped around your body. He turned slightly to look at you. You smiled at him, the windows low light illuminating him perfectly. He was reminiscent of a painting of an angel, the hotel sign acting as holy rays behind him. He stood tall, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“All yours.” You sighed happily, throwing yourself onto the shitty mattress. The box spring whined as your body hit it. He nodded before taking a couple steps to the bathroom.

You laid back, combing through your hair with your fingers. You slipped under the covers, the throbbing in your head was now only a slight ache. You heard the water turn on, and shut off after a few minutes. Five opened the door, a towel hung low on his waist. Your eyes traveled down his body, for his toned chest to his firm stomach. You took in all his scars, one above his belly button, it looked like an old knife wound. Your eyes traveled further to his v, a small patch of hair leading from his chest to his hips. You looked away, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. He was drying his hair with a towel so thankfully he didn’t see you ogling him. He walked over to the bed, pulling the covers back. He sank down, the bed dipping with his weight. He laid back, his arm brushing against yours. Electricity flew up your arm.

“Night.” You said softly, he hummed in response. You rolled over, away from him. Looking out the window, listening to his breathing.

When you woke up, it was still dark. The sun hadn’t come up but the sky was turning more of a light blue. You felt Five’s warm arm wrapped around your waist, and Five’s breath fanning across your neck. His hand was splayed out over your stomach, holding you tightly against him. You sighed contently, enjoying the closeness to the man you had come to develop feelings for. Although any pure thoughts disappeared when he rolled his hips against your ass. A low groan left his throat, which seemed to shoot directly to your core.

You froze, you could feel his erection pressing against you. Experimentally you rolled your hips back into his, he moaned nuzzling your neck.

The angel on your shoulder yelled in your ear to wake him up. You savored the feeling, trying to memorize exactly how he felt against you, saving the memory for a later time when you were alone in your apartment, before you nudged him slightly.

“Hmmm?” He mumbled into your ear.

“Five, wake up.” You said nudging him again. He jolted up, taking in the situation.

“Oh god,” he said, pulling away from you, his voice gravely from sleep. “Jesus, I didn’t mean, if I’ve made you uncomfortable in any way I-“ he groaned, running a hand over his face.

“Five. It’s ok,” You said, pulling his hand away. Looking at him in the low light, he was breathless, a light layer of perspiration on his body. Your mouth watered as you took him in. “If you wanted to, I wouldn't be opposed…” you trailed off your eyes locking onto his face. He froze, his lips slightly parted. He tilted his head, his brows furrowing. He stared down at his hands, deep in thought. “I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything.” He said softly, you smiled. For a man who was always so self-assured, he seemed so unsure of himself.

“I’m offering. This is just to get some relief, no strings attached.” You said biting your lip, you untied your robe. Letting it fall around your body. Now having no protection from the cold night air, you felt your nipples harden. Five’s eyes raked over your body, you felt yourself grow hot under his gaze. He stared at you like you were a cool glass of water in the apocalypse.

Five was sure he had been murdered in his sleep. There was no possible reality where you were all but throwing yourself at him. All Five wanted to do was ruin you and make you his. Make you crave him as much as he craved you. He couldn’t remember the last time he had even had sex, possibly in his early days at the commission, but only to get his dick wet. He didn’t care about those girls, now you on the other hand were something special. And you were naked, in his bed.

“Right, no strings attached.” He repeated back to you. His fingers twitched and you could feel his hesitation. You grabbed one of his hands, squeezing it gently. You brought his hand up to your breast, he let out a shaky breath, his eyes finding yours for confirmation. You leaned forward to nibble his neck, kissing over the bites. He shivered his body tensing, you grinned your breath fanning over his jaw. He pinched one of your nipples, smirking as you gasped. He ducked his head, his mouth covering your other nipple, his tongue flicking the bud. Your hand tugged on his hair, he sighed around your breast.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He groaned, you chuckled looking up at him through your eyelashes. His erection was now painfully stretching against his underwear, you grabbed him through his boxers. He let out a pained noise, like he was being stabbed instead of pleasured. He was puddy in your hands, ready to be shaped anyway you wished. He pushed you back against the bed. In a sudden shift in dominance, his lips found your neck, kissing and nipping slightly. You bucked against his body, your nipples rubbing slightly against his bare chest. His hands mapped a path down your body, like he was trying to memorize it. Unbeknownst to you he was. His fingers found your clit, testing the waters. You gasped, your hand finding its way into his hair. You pulled at his scalp slightly, earning a low groan from him. He slipped one finger inside you, curling it as he thrusted it inside you. You moaned softly, any pain from your headache was now long gone. He added a second finger, his eyes never leaving your face. You couldn’t decide whether you wanted to cower under his gaze or beg for more. Your skin was ablaze, Five’s touch was electric, his incredibly eager fingers thrusting and curling inside you. You gripped the sheets, pleasure building in your stomach. That familiar coil tightening inside of you.

He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his lips, sucking them clean. “Shit, you’re sweet.” He hummed, swiping the head of his dick down your folds, lubricating himself with your slick. You both shuddered as his velvety soft tip found your entrance.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked softly, his other hand rubbing light circles on your thigh. You hadn’t expected him to be so doting, tales circulated around the commission of the absolute animal Five was in bed. But as his green eyes peered into yours, you could put those rumors to rest. You felt entirely bare, like he was peeling back the layers of your soul. The alarm bells had been ringing in your ears, this man was a killer. He was a survivor, stepping on anyone he had to, to get to where he was. He was a mercenary, follower of no moral code, but if he was all of these things why did he hold you like you were made of glass?

“Yes.” You said, propping yourself up on your elbows. He lowered his gaze pushing the head of his cock in slowly. You both let out a moan, he hissed, baring his teeth.

“Christ you’re tight.” He sighed his eyes squeezing close. His hands gripped your hips, his nails dug in leaving crescent shaped marks. Although you couldn’t seem to care, you had never felt so full in your life. Your hands gripped his thighs for dear life, a strangled cry left your throat as he thrust all the way in, knocking the breath out of your lungs. He stilled, a blissed out smile on his lips. You wiggled your hips, trying to get any stimulation from him.

“Fuck me.” You whined, grabbing his face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes widened before a devilishly handsome smile split his face.

“Yes ma’am.” He started a slow rhythm, his dick spearing you every time he thrusted into you. Long, hard strokes. His cock rubbed at the spongy part inside of you and you mewled. “You like that, sweetheart?” He teased a mischievous glint in his eye, you couldn’t help but nod, stroking his ego along with his cock. He took the lead titling your hips up, throwing one of your legs over his shoulders. You needed him closer. Gripping at any part of him you could get your hands on, your nails raking down his back. He moaned, breathy and high pitched. Your breath was stolen out of your chest as he quickened his pace, going deeper than before.

“Oh fuck, Five.” You groaned holding onto his shoulders, your tits bouncing.

“You’re gripping me so good tesoro.” He grimaced, his eyes fluttering close. He let out a strangled cry against your leg. Biting down harshly before kissing your calf. You yelped fingernails digging into his thighs.

“I’m close, I’m so close.” You babbled tears slipping down your cheeks, every part of you was screaming out in pleasure. This spurred him on, one of his hands traveled between the two of you rubbing tight circles on your clit. You swore you saw stars, your toes curled and you couldn’t help the high pitched whine that ripped its way out of your throat. He leaned forward, his body looming over yours. His arms effectively trapping you underneath him. Working you through your orgasm as he grinded his hips against you, using your leg as leverage.

“I’m not gonna last.” He mumbled his forehead resting against yours, wincing slightly. You grinned, reveling in the fact that you had such an effect on him.

“Cum then.” You said before sucking a deep purple mark on his neck. You felt his breath catch in his throat against your lips.

“S-shit.” He thrusted hard into you, “you’re so fucking perfect,” He moaned his hips stuttering as he came. “Oh god I love you.” You froze, he loved you? He stopped, pulling out almost immediately. “I don’t know why I said that.” He recoiled, putting as much distance as he could between the two of you. He grabbed his discarded towel, covering himself with it as he stumbled off the bed. You pulled the sheet up, covering your breasts.

“Five it’s fine,” you said sitting up.

“No. It’s not.” He growled, the sudden shift in his demeanor made you recoil. You pulled the sheet tighter around your body, suddenly all too aware of your nudity. “This never should have happened.” He motioned between the two of you.

“It’s just sex. It’s not like you meant it!” You justified, your voice higher than you intended.

He stopped, the outline of his body harsh against the street lamp outside. His head turned slightly, allowing you to see only part of his face. You could see him mentally building his walls back up, brick and mortar in his eyes.

“Five, it’s not like you meant it.” You said it more as a question than a statement, hating the slight waver in your voice. His body tensed as he sucked in a breath, he raised his shoulders.

“No. I must have been thinking of someone else.” He said coolly. Ouch. The air was sucked out of the room as he stormed into the bathroom. Slamming the door behind him. Your heart broke in your chest, slicing up your insides. You swallowed thickly, your mind struggling to keep up with Five’s constant whiplash. One minute he’s taking you to the gates of heaven only to taunt you as he drags you back to hell.

This was all your fault, you put your head in your hands. You shouldn’t have suggested anything and just lived with the constant sexual tension.

No strings attached your ass.

part two here

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north-noire · 3 months

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"You know, you don't have to go to school if you don't feel like it."

"What?" Charlie tilted her head, facing towards her father behind her. Her hand was struggling to fork the stacked pancakes on the table. Her ears had finally blocked out the heavy raining outside as background noise, and she was relieved to finally focus on anything else. "What gave you that idea?"

Henry turned off the stove and placed a stack of pancakes on another plate next to the pan. He brought the plate to the table. He pointed to the grey skies outside the kitchen window behind him with a thumb. "It's pouring outside, isn't it?"

"Y-yeah, but you know that the school would still make us go despite the storm…" Charlie mumbled as her father sat down beside her on the table, her cheek resting on her hand while she poked the pancakes with her fork.

Her father shrugged. "A day off from school wouldn't hurt." He sounded a bit too nonchalant about that suggestion, for Charlie's liking… Link to the one-shot fic here: An Omen in Plain Sight Author's Note: While writing Hidden Hands Chapter 1, I had this idea. I've been very much wanting to write my own twist on a time-travel AU that's simply a one-shot. It's completely independent from Hidden Hands AU, but I very much use the same character and story interpretations here. You guys can see it as additional non-canon AU content if you really want! I hope you guys like this, take it as like some content while I'm still working on Hidden Hands AU Chapters. Enjoy!

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bruhvies · 2 months

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random thought i had while revisiting old twenty one pilots songs i won't elaborate any more 🤐

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theelvenhaven · 8 months

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Married to Thranduil

Flirting with you while intoxicated

A/N: Thank you @nerdysimpy for the Thranduil idea. Love those bestie privileges. It's my first Thranduil post and I am still getting a feel for his character so forgive me for not making this very long or if it's not wholly ic.

Warnings: NSFWish

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❁ Thranduil has a really high tolerance for alcohol and rarely indulges himself beyond a glass or two of Dorwinion red.

❁ But there are times where has a bit too much to drink- whether that is in your shared chambers or at a festival.

❁ With the Dorwinion wine being so good and the talk that seems to keep going on and on it's no wonder one glass turns to two, three, four, five and more.

❁ When Thranduil flirts usually it is a bit sophisticated and formal even though you two are married, he likes to try to be poetic and above his station even to his spouse.

❁ He never fails though to make you blush in his complex flirty compliments about how you're his starlight, and how beautiful you are in several different poetic ways.

❁ But when Thranduil has filled his cups and has had a little too much to drink, he becomes a little more blunt and a little less poetic.

❁ At first they still will be suave and a little more on the chaste side of things;

❁ "My starlight, you look ever so ravishing tonight, you're glowing brighter than even the candle light."

❁ "That outfit suits you well, and shows you off perfectly, starlight. Your taste is impeccable."

❁ He will chastely, but no less seductively, offer little touches here or there.

❁ Like brushing your hair out of your face, tracing your jaw as he does so, holding your hand, a hand coming to rest on your knee chastely.

❁ But as he gets more intoxicated the touches become a little more intense and less chaste.

❁ The notes of seduction are definitely known as his hand wanders up higher on your leg, his face flushing a light pink and his lips twitching into a smirk as he eyes you.

❁ Though he is intoxicated, and would want the whole world to know you are his, he doesn't want anyone to overhear any of the flirting he does with you.

❁ So while he holds your thigh, with his thumb gently drawing circles, he leans over to whisper in your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

❁ Whispering to you all the things he wants to do to you, even if you are in public.

❁ "My starlight it would be positively divine to ravish you right here, I'm aching to feel you."

❁ "You look divine in your outfit, but by Iluvatar I know you look better out of it and laying on our bed bare for me to see."

❁ He'll spend his time teasing you physically, his hidden hand brushing against your most private places but never fully touching you.

❁ Thranduil likes to watch you squirm and see the different expressions, the sounds of your shaky breaths knowing it's all him having that affect on you.

❁ He is also stealing kisses to your lips, not afraid of who it is that might see his loving display of affection for you, emboldened to let propriety fall to the way side.

❁ Nor is he afraid to be steeling kisses on your neck as he brushes your hair away, or nipping at your ear when he leans in close to whisper into it.

❁ Now when the tipsy flirting starts it is a perfect to give into his whims and steal him away for the evening and back to your bed chamber to make love all night long.

❁ But if you continue to let him drink, Thranduil is mostly all bark with no bite as he gets too woozy to be able to do any of lascivious things he's been whispering to you.

❁ On those walks back to your chambers with his arm around your shoulder, holding him up as you two walk back to your bed chambers.

❁ Thranduil will need to be laid down, and e won't bother to undress for the evening but he will coax you into laying down with him at the very least.

❁ He will press soft but sloppy kisses to your face, and pull you in close with him, snuggling close to you.

❁ He loves and adores you and feels so safe and comfortable with you before finally the alcohol wins out and brings him to fall asleep with you tangled in his hold.

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oddballwriter · 10 months

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The New Teacher’s Aid

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Summary: Mike has Abby signed up to be part of the after school program at her school since he can’t pick her up due to him working, there’s nothing too special about it until a staff member catches his eye and he tries to explain it without thinking the obvious.

Warnings: Reader is kept gender neutral and is a teacher’s aid and member of the staff that work in the after school program. This is in second person perspective at first but shifts at times. “Y/n” is used two times in here. Mike has a crush on you lol. I actually can’t think of many things that are actual warnings but if there are any just let me know

Author’s Snip: Surprise! I’m alive! I’ve been relaxing since I took the summer semester off to unwind from my first year of college. Anyways, I’m sure some, if not most, of us have seen the teaser and trailer for the FNAF movie. I’ve been seeing people going bonkers over Mike and William and so have I a little. This thought came to me last night and I wanted to write it so bad but it was 2am then and I had things I needed to do with family so I wrote it down in my notes so that I didn’t forget.

Notes: This is sort of meant to be before Mike takes up the job at the abandoned plazeria. And I just saw that there are some implications that Abby walks/rides a bike home to and from school but I’m just going to ignore that because I can and because then this shot doesn’t really work. So yeah.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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You’ve been working at the school for a month and a half now as a teacher’s aid and an additional member of the staff that work in the after school program. The program wasn’t much if you had to be honest, it was pretty much just babysitting kids who didn’t get picked up once school was over.

You weren’t complaining though, but then again, you worked in the spare classroom with the older kids rather than the younger ones. This group wasn’t too much of a hassle. Usually these kids would talk, do their homework, or some quiet activity and rarely cause any trouble. That’s how you met a little girl named Abby.

Abby was like the other kids who minded their own till their parent or guardian came to pick them up. You noticed that she didn’t interact with any of the other kids and either drew or did her homework quietly at a desk. You decided to check on her. Now you two have formed a really nice bond. You usually help her with her homework or talk about whatever comes to mind which helped pass the time since she was one of the kids that stayed the whole time the program operated.

Speaking of which, it was rolling around that time. You knew that the person who usually gets her is always here when the clock hits five pm but it always makes you a little worried that they won’t come since after five there wasn’t meant to be any students still on campus.

“Okay, last one. What do you think?” you say, you were helping Abby finish up a tricky math sheet. Abby stared at the problem for a moment and worked it out on a blank space next to it before writing down the answer she came up with. “There you go! Great job. Now you’re all done, you don’t need to do any at home.” you smile. Just then you hear a knock at the door to the room. When you turn, you see a man in his mid twenties or early thirties standing in the doorway. You stand up to go talk to him but you hear Abby chirp “Hi, Mike!” to the man. He gives her a nod as a hello back as you grab a clipboard and walk up to him.

“Hello. Can I get a name?” you ask. This was common check out protocol whenever someone came to pick up a child from the program. “Mike Schmidt.” he responds. You nod and check the name that’s correlated with Abby, it checks out. “And the password?”, that was another part of the protocol. He says the correct one and you smile with a nod before letting him sign his name as the last part of the process.

By then Abby had already packed up her things and skipped over to Mike and took a hold of his hand to leave. “Goodbye, Abby!” you wave. She waves back with some more energy to it, “Bye, (y/n)!”. You give a wave back to Mike as well out of courtesy, “Goodbye, Mr. Schmidt.”. He gives you a small wave goodbye too as he leaves with Abby by his side.

With Abby gone home, you were set to pack everything in the classroom so that you could leave. You usually did this earlier but the other staff member went out and hadn’t come back yet, so you needed to keep an eye on Abby. Usually they checked Abby out to Mike, who you were told was her older brother, so she could go home. But since they still weren’t back, you met him for the first time. You were a bit surprised to finally see him. He was actually older than you thought he would be. The age minimum for someone who could pick up a child was sixteen and that Mike met that requirement, but you thought that he would be younger. Turns out he’s around the same age as you.

Abby actually told you a lot about Mike. As already mentioned, he was her older brother. She also told you that he works and that the two of them live together. She’s also told you about how cool he is but that’s a given since most younger siblings think that their older siblings are cool.

You didn’t think too much about Mike after that, but strangely enough, Mike spent a good part of the evening thinking about you.

“Are they a new staff member? I don’t think I’ve seen them before.” Mike asked Abby while she picked at the reheated veggies on her plate. “No, not really. They’ve been here for a while.” Abby responded. “They seem nice.” he mentioned. “They are. They help me with my homework and we talk. They even said they like my drawings!” Abby explained with a smile. “ Well, that’s nice to hear.” Mike said as he got up from his seat at the table. “You finish those off before you try and watch TV, alright?” he said with a little bit of demand as he pointed to the uneaten food on her plate before heading off to get ready for the rest of the night.

Soon after that, Mike had formed a habit. Everyday, just before getting out of his car to go pick up Abby, he would check himself in his rearview mirror. He would subconsciously fix any loose hair, fix up his jacket to look neater, or check for food in his teeth. He didn’t know when it started but he noticed it when he was fighting with a piece of food from his lunch earlier that day that didn’t want to leave it’s spot between his teeth. “Why am I even doing this? It’s barely noticeable.” he thought to himself. But something irked him to get it out before he got out.

After he finally got the pesky piece out, he stepped out of his car and made his way to the classroom that the program was held in. Abby noticed him but the staff member who came to check her out to him wasn’t you. After he gave all the information, signed, and took Abby’s hand, he found that he felt slightly disappointed that it wasn’t you this time and thought that he fought that food between his teeth for nothing.

The drive home consisted of silence as Abby stared out the window and Mike stewed in his thoughts on why he wanted see you every time he came in. It shouldn’t matter if it’s you, or the new teacher Miss Hill, or the old teacher Mrs. Flores, or someone who was a part of that group.

“Did you have fun with (Y/n) today?” Mike asked as he peaked at Abby in the rearview. Why did he ask that? “Yeah. I didn’t have a lot of homework so we spent most of the time talking while I drew.” Abby responded. “What did you talk about?” he questioned. “Not much. They talked about being a teacher’s aid and how they want to be a school teacher.” Abby commented, Mike nodded his head. “I talked about us a little. I told them that you work and take care of me.” she explained, “And they said that’s really nice of you to be doing both.” Abby referenced. Mike thought about that for a second. “Did they?” he responded.

The rest of the evening and night went on as normal. But Mike found that he didn’t really pay attention to the late night TV like he usually does. He was caught up on what Abby said today about you. Mike tried to brush it off but just couldn’t, and he didn’t like it all that much. It made him feel dumb. Why was he so consumed with what you thought of him, with Abby saying that you think he’s nice for taking care of his little sister and being their breadwinner and him recently starting to care about how he looked under the possibility of you and him seeing each other while he got Abby.

There was no way he had some stupid crush on you. You were just some staff member who took care of Abby after school and he was just her older brother. That’s all you should be to each other.

He thinks that while also thinking about how maybe he should pack a mini toothbrush and toothpaste tube so his lunch doesn’t end up in his breath in case you catch it next time you talk.

#I just needed to write this lol #Don't know if this will be a new media I write for or if I'm just excited for October #Actual tags -->#fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's movie #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #one shot #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf movie x reader

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badkitty3000 · 2 months

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Weak

Even Five Hargreeves is no stranger to temptation. He tries so hard to stay away. He wants to do the right thing for once in his life. If not for himself, then for her. But every man has his breaking point.

Five Hargreeves x Reader Smut

This one shot is an accompaniment to my other work "Addicted". This can be read on its own, but is a different side of the story, as told from Five's point of view.

As always, I am open to requests. Thank you!

My Master List Of Number Five Fanfiction

Weak:

I never meant to take it this far. I never meant to be cruel. That’s not who I am, or at least I didn’t think I was. I also thought I was strong and had will power. But I guess I was wrong about that, too. Because as much as I try to stay away, I don’t.

I know who I am and what I’m made of. The terrible things I’ve done. That’s not a secret and I’ve never lied to myself about that. My morals can’t even be called a gray area anymore; they’re more like an indistinct blur. But in this one tiny part of my soul, I was trying to be better. For her, at least.

I have failed miserably.

She knows what I am. When things got too comfortable and too familiar, I told her as a way to push her away and to scare her. It didn’t work, though. In fact, it had the opposite effect. She fucking loved it…and I didn’t know how to say no to that.

How could I say no when she was tearing at my clothes, practically panting with desire, and shoving her hand down my pants? All over a bloody stain on a shirt collar and the feel of my Glock against her skin. I’m sure there’s a way to resist that, but fuck if I know what it is. I’m not smart enough or strong enough to figure that one out.

I don’t particularly like all of the killing. But I’m pretty fucking good at it and someone has to do it, I suppose. I certainly never considered it sexy in any way. Then, after that first time, when she begged me to tell her all of the gruesome details, and I watched her skin start to flush and her pupils dilate…well, fuck, that put a new spin on everything.

I still don’t like it, that part hasn’t changed. I get no pleasure from pulling that trigger and watching their skull break open like a fucking pinata, spraying the contents of their brains all over the floor like the world’s worst party game. Now, however, there is a sick little spark that will ignite in me after it’s done. Because I know how it will turn her on.

And, fuck, I am weak.

That’s what this all boils down to. Weakness. For most people that meet me or know me in any way, weak is probably the last word they would use to describe me. Cold; bitter; sarcastic; asshole. Those adjectives are much more likely to be used. But weak? Doubtful.

I know the truth, though. Deep down, that is what I am. Because when you continue to break someone’s heart time and time again, just because you can’t control your own basic urges…that’s weakness. Pure and simple.

She has told me how much I’ve hurt her, and how much I am ruining her life. She has screamed and cried and told me all of the things I know I deserve to hear. She has called me an asshole more times than I can remember, and I have never disputed it. So, I stay away, like I know I should. Until she inevitably calls again. And I slip right back into it without another thought. Like the absolute fucking bastard that I am.

Weak.

Because even though I know it’s wrong and I’m slowly poisoning her with my selfishness, each time I think maybe it will be different. Maybe this time will be the time when I stay. When I will finally be the person I should be and really want to be.

All the way up until the early morning, I will convince myself that this is it. I’ve finally seen the light and I can be the man she deserves; it will be so easy. Because when it’s just the two of us, in our own little cocoon, hidden away from the outside world, the idea is magical. I would give anything to stay there, tucked away, fucking like animals until we’re both too exhausted to talk anymore. I want to stay there and listen to her voice, and her laugh, and feel her hands on my touch-starved body. And I think, yes, this is it. This is what I want.

Then morning comes and the spell is broken.

Once that first peek of dawn starts to light up the sky, all of my anxieties come rushing back, and I remember why I can’t stay. Morning brings back the real world, and with it all of its problems.

I will freeze up, practically paralyzed with fear, as she sleeps next to me, an arm draped over my chest. I will remember what kind of person I really am, and how that just doesn’t translate to boyfriend material. And it’s not just the little fact that I am a hired assassin, although that does put a slight snag in any future meetings with parents and the like.

It’s the mixing bowl of fucked up thoughts and feelings and history that lives inside my brain. Guilt. Regret. Sadness. Rage. Take your pick, none of them are great. And I can mask them for a night or two, while I’m pretending to be someone I’m not. But they will come back again, and that’s just not something anyone needs. Especially someone you care about.

So, I do the worst, shittiest thing in the world, and leave while she’s asleep. No kiss goodbye. No note. Not even a quick morning fuck. I grab my shit and leave in a flash of blue light, like the weak coward I am. Can’t even bother to use the god damn door.

I will stay away after that. At least for a while. I will ignore the incoming texts and voice mails that sometimes will follow, and sometimes don’t. I’ll pretend I don’t care about the lectures and pleas and rightly-deserved insults. But I do care. And that’s why I won’t answer.

A month might go past, maybe more. Just enough time for me to start thinking she really is done with me. Then the call will come through, late at night, and I won’t ignore it. Because, as we’ve determined…I am weak.

She is the only one, although I’ve never told her that and I bet she thinks she’s not. I’m not interested in anyone else. I don’t need anyone else. And when she stops calling for good, which one day I know will happen, that will be it. It’s either her or nobody. And it’s barely even her.

Our paths almost never cross outside of our little midnight meetings. After that first night when all of this started, I’ve never seen her anywhere else besides her apartment. I assume it’s because the types of bars and clubs I frequent are not anywhere a normal, sane person would want to spend their free evenings. But tonight, as fate would have it, I do see her. After I grab my drink off the cracked and peeling bar top and turn to look at the room behind me, I see her. And she’s not alone.

With my glass half way to my mouth, our eyes meet, and for a second neither of us move. It’s not a big place, so we aren’t that far away from one another. But it’s loud and crowded, and the guy is leaning in close to her ear, talking loudly to be heard over the constant bass thumping through the shitty speakers on the walls. Who the fuck is this guy?

It’s not fair, I know that. Believe me, I know that. And I try to give myself a stern talking-to inside my head. She is not yours. Not even remotely. You are an asshole and she deserves better. Leave her the fuck alone.

I take a drink. And then I see his hand disappear under the table, and I can see everything from where I’m standing. He’s squeezing her thigh, leaving his hand there to rest on her leg, rubbing his thumb across the bare skin that isn’t covered by her short skirt. A skirt I know I’ve had my face under before.

Fuck. I hate this guy.

In the thirty seconds that it takes for all of this to happen, she is watching me. Reading me. A faint smile plays on her lips and I know I’m caught. My thoughts must be written all over my face like a fucking billboard, and it’s too late to pretend I haven’t seen or that I don’t care. She’s got me.

If I were stronger, or a better person, I would leave. Pay my tab, collect my coat, and get the fuck out of there without another glance in her direction. Leave her be. Let her live her fucking life. But I am not. And I’m pissed.

My first instinct is to reach behind me, grab the Glock that’s hidden in the waistband of my pants and covered up by my suit jacket, and take care of this asshole right then and there. That would probably be the nicer thing to do, honestly. Then she’d finally see what a fucking psycho I am and that would end things once and for all. But I’m also not that stupid. Or that nice.

Instead, I stay and watch. I let her see me watching, too. I lean with my back against the bar, casually sipping my drink, and my eyes never leave her. I want her to know, even if it makes me more of a giant dick than I already am. I want her to know I am not pleased.

I have no idea who this guy is, and I don’t care. Maybe it’s their first date; maybe it’s their tenth. It doesn’t matter, I want him dead. And now that she knows that, because it’s pretty fucking obvious by the way I’m coiled like a cobra ready to strike right now, it’s quickly become a game. If she had feelings for him before, that seems to have been forgotten now. Because everything she is doing is for me.

Her eyes leave mine and she returns to what I can only imagine is a very dull conversation with the Neanderthal sitting next to her. She smiles and laughs, and moves her leg closer to his so that they are touching. She reaches up and fixes his hair, tucking a stray piece of it over his ear. She rests her chin on her hand and stares at him like he’s the most interesting person she’s ever encountered. And he’s eating this shit up; kicking his game up a notch with even more inane talk and rubbing her thigh up and down with his whole hand. He thinks she’s into him. Fucking dumbass.

That’s the only thing keeping me slightly calm at the moment. Knowing it’s all a play. She is a really good actress, I’ll give her that, but I’ve paid more attention to her than she realizes. I know her tells. I know the difference between her fake laugh and her real one. I can tell when she’s actively engaged in the conversation or she is just waiting for you to shut up. I know how she touches her face when she’s nervous and I know what she looks like when she wants to fuck you.

And, buddy…I got bad news for you.

The corner of my mouth lifts in an arrogant smirk as I take another drink. I shouldn’t be proud of this; I should be appalled. How dare I think I have any right to any of her little traits and quirks? I haven’t earned that. That kind of thing is reserved for boyfriends and husbands and people that can stand to stick around for more than a few hours.

When she runs her tongue over her lips in an obvious gesture meant only for me, I actually laugh out loud. Fuck, she knows what she’s doing. And it’s one hundred percent working.

As I order my second drink, feeling the calming buzz of the booze fill my brain, I start to care less and less. I don’t care if this is not fair. I don’t care that I’m being a complete and utter shit head. I don’t care if I’m weak. I’ll deal with all of that later.

I take out my phone and type out a quick text.

Enjoying yourself?

I watch as she glances to her phone on the table as it lights up. She picks it up, angling it away from Caveman Cliff, and reads it. It’s subtle, but I saw it. A brief twitch of her mouth and a quick flit of her eyes in my direction. I see her type out a quick reply and then she is back to him, completely enrapt in his droning.

Immensely, thank you

Not able to resist, I counter with:

Even I can tell from way over here that your panties are as dry as the desert

She holds in a smile as she responds back.

Too bad you’re not going to find out

Honey, if that pussy of yours is even slightly wet, it’s only because you’re thinking of me bending you over that table you’re sitting at right now

I see her legs shift and she crosses one over the other, squeezing them together as a faint blush covers her cheeks.

And why would I be thinking that?

Because that dipshit you’re with isn’t going to give you what I know you want

I watch as she swallows and then glances at the idiot to her left that is oblivious to all of this, the poor bastard. Her response is short.

Fuck you

She puts her phone away to end this exchange, but I see the small smile she is trying to hide and the way she touches her hand to her face. I can see her chest expand as she sucks in a deep breath, biting at the inside of her cheek.

I give a short snort of satisfaction and put my phone back in my inside jacket pocket. I got what I wanted. I throw back the rest of my drink, leave a few dollars for a tip, and head for the door without another look in her direction. But I know she saw me leave.

As I wait there in the dark, I think about how awful I’m being; what a shit bag move this is. I’m using her, that’s what it boils down to. Using her for her warmth and her openness, and to temporarily calm my mind. Also, for her body and her touch. She sees something in me that isn’t there; or at least something I can’t see. But I can’t or won’t give her what she needs, and I’m also not letting her move on.

Fuck, I’m an asshole.

I hear their voices coming down the hall, the rattle of keys in her hand. As they near the door, I can hear her made up excuses. She’s tired; she had too much to drink; she has a headache. Maybe next time. She’ll call him tomorrow. Then she slips inside her darkened apartment and the door closes behind her.

I’m on her before she has a chance to turn the light on, pressing her against the door as she drops her keys on the floor. Since I’ve been waiting, the anticipation has already made me fully hard and I push my groin into her while I circle my hand lightly around her neck.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? No love connection tonight?” I growl next to her ear.

She never even screams or fights back. She knew I would be there. But her hands grab my forearm and I hear her suck in a loud breath.

“I never knew you were the jealous type,” she smarts back.

“Only when I see someone try to take what’s mine,” I hiss hotly against her neck, drawing my lips and then my tongue across her skin.

“I’m not your fucking property,” she snarls, but I can hear the break in her voice and she swallows hard against my hand.

I laugh cynically. “Well, then I can go and you can let him fuck you instead. Is that what you want?”

There’s a long pause and it’s just our loud breathing in the dark of the room. Then I feel her head move slowly from side to side.

“No,” she whispers.

As I crash my mouth onto hers, my hands in her hair and on her face, and down to her tits, she is reaching for the front of my pants. I had already removed my jacket and belt when I got there, as well as the pistol that I always carry with me. Our little act back at the bar was already enough foreplay and our bodies are screaming for each other.

Our hands can’t work fast enough as she is shoving my pants down my legs and tearing my shirt open while I rip her top off and yank her skirt up. My fingers are already pushing her panties to the side and entering her, sliding right in with no resistance.

I smile proudly against her neck. “I knew you were wet for me.”

As she moans and throws her head back, she is reaching down to stroke my cock, her warm hand tight and firm as she drags it slowly over my shaft.

My hips are already jerking into her and I want to be inside of her so badly I can’t think straight.

“Get these panties off so I can fuck you,” I snarl.

I pull my fingers out, pushing her underwear down roughly and she quickly steps out of them. With one pull of her hips into me, her arms clutching tightly to my shoulders, I lift her up and start fucking her against the door.

I tip my head back and groan loudly as she whines and pulls her legs tighter around my waist.

“Can he make you feel this good?” I ask between clenched teeth as I ram into her harder and the door rattles in its frame.

“No!” she cries out.

“Do you think about him when you’re alone and fingering yourself?”

Her moans are punctuated by the slamming of my body against hers and her fingers press deeper into my skin.

“No,” she breathes out. “No.”

“You think about me, don’t you?” I say with a sneer. When she doesn’t answer fast enough, I ask again, louder. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpers pitifully, her nails digging sharply into my shoulder blades.

I can’t believe what I’m saying and what I’m doing. But she’s loving it and so I continue.

“I’m going to fuck you until you forget all about him, and then I’m going to fuck you some more. And if I ever see you with him again, I will kill him.”

“You wanted to kill him, didn’t you?” she asks, and that knowing smile starts to form as she closes her eyes and bites her lip. “When you saw him with me?”

“Fuck yes I did,” I groan loudly into her neck.

She’s almost there, I can tell. So am I, but I’m going to make her finish first. I pick up the pace, thrusting into her as hard as I can, her back and head slamming against the door, my fingers digging deeper into the flesh of her thighs and ass. I’m practically ripping into the side of her neck, latching on with my mouth and teeth, desperate to mark her as my own.

I listen as she repeats my name over and over in gasps and moans and I can’t hold back anymore.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You are all mine.”

She is falling apart in my arms, violently shaking against me as I penetrate her one last time, letting out a loud, guttural moan. I’m as deep inside of her as I can be, and I fill her up with so much cum, I know it will start sliding out; dripping down her legs and onto the floor. Somewhere deep inside, in the primordial part of my brain, I take satisfaction in knowing that it’s my seed, and only mine, that is coating her insides.

Once the last spasm has left my body, I let her down and she falls back against the door, breathing hard. Her bra is still on, but the straps have fallen down, and her skirt is bunched up around her waist. I look at the painful looking purple bruise I left on her neck, which is large enough and obvious enough that she won’t be able to cover it. Her eye makeup is smeared and her lips are swollen and red. She looks completely ravished. And then she starts to cry.

It’s because of me, I know it is. Because of the things I said and the things I did, and the way I needed her so desperately. She had been trying to break away from me and I reeled her back in. And I did it knowingly and deliberately, just to feed my ego and maybe not feel so alone. I could have found anyone for that. But, like the prick I am, I only wanted her.

“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, my lungs still working hard to get air in and out.

She just nods silently, wiping her face with her hand, and pulls down her skirt. She picks her shirt and underwear off the floor and heads to the bathroom without a word. I’m left standing there with a softening dick and my pants around my ankles.

Fuck.

I could leave now, while she’s in there, and maybe I should. That feels wrong, though. But then again, so does staying. I feel like shit and I’m so full of shame that I want to punch my fist through the wall. Instead, I zip my pants back up and walk over to her couch to wait. I turn on the table lamp and even though it’s dim, it feels blaringly bright and I have to squint my eyes.

When she comes out, she has changed into some soft shorts and a t-shirt. Her face is cleaned up and I assume her thighs and the area between them are too. She is no longer crying, but I can still see the tell-tale signs of red-rimmed eyes and flushed cheeks. I’m surprised when she comes and sits down next to me, laying her head on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” I say again, because I can’t think of anything better to say.

“I know. Me too,” she says and she leans her body against mine.

She has nothing to be sorry for and I’m not sure what to do, so I put my arm around her and hug her to me. I kiss her forehead and she closes her eyes. I don’t know why she’s letting me do this, but it feels good and I like it. Just like every other time, I tell myself that maybe this time will be different. I can do this; I can be that person. I don’t want to be that other jealous, callous, hurtful person. I don’t want to be the asshole.

“Just don’t go yet, ok?” she says quietly with her cheek resting against my chest.

I smooth her hair and run my hand down her back. I don’t want to go. She feels good and warm and soft against my tension-filled body. She feels right. I want to tell her all of that, too. I want to say I’m sorry a million times over and beg for her forgiveness. I want to wake up with her next to me every day.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” I murmur into her hair as I brush my chin across the top of her head.

“Don’t do that,” she pleads, her voice soft. “Please.”

I decide I’m going to tell her how I really feel. Before the night is over, I’ll come clean. And then I’ll stay. If she’ll still have me.

“You are, though. I mean it.”

She doesn’t respond, but sighs and nestles in, holding me around my waist. Fuck, I have craved this. More than the dirty talk and the biting and the ferocious fucking. I want this. I want her. And I’m going to tell her.

The rest of the night goes by in a blur. It’s there, on the tip of my tongue the whole time. All I have to do is say it. But I don’t.

We fuck again, rough and hard, on the couch and on the floor. I leave more marks on her chest, branding her as my own. I tell her she’s mine, and I make her scream my name again, but I don’t say what I really mean.

We fuck in her bed, while we’re both tired and slightly drunk. I pump lazily into her while she lies underneath me and moans softly. I kiss her lips and tell her how gorgeous she is, and it’s not a lie because she is. I worship her body, running my tongue over every part of it, tasting her skin and her delicious arousal. I can taste my own cum as I lick into her soft folds and inside her pussy that’s been stretched and abused by my cock several times over.

There are so many opportunities and I don’t take any of them. I let her fold her body into mine as I hold her in the dark and I can say it right now. It would be easy and it would be the truth.

I want to be with you.

I want to be yours.

I want you to be mine and mine alone.

I want to stay.

But I am weak, and so I don’t.

She sleeps against me and I listen to her rhythmic breathing while I lie there wide awake. I think about all of the things I should have said. Everything I should have done and should not have done. I hate myself for all of it.

When the sun creeps in, and the faintest light is leaking through the curtains and cutting through the safety of the darkness, it all comes crashing back. I remember why I can’t stay and why those words just wouldn’t come out. The reality of the real world is glaringly obvious in the light of day and I remember all of it.

The real world is filled with everyday things like jobs and homes and bills to pay. Coworkers and families that want to meet you. Graduation and birthday parties. Movie and dinner dates, holidays and vacations. Marriage. Children. Normalcy.

There’s just no way any of that would work. I can’t fit into that life, even though I want to. I think of all of the things holding me back and they keep piling up until they are crushing me and I feel like I can’t breathe.

I am an assassin. A killer. A murderer. I have seen the end of the world and survived the most horrific things. I have PTSD and crippling anxiety. There are nightmares and paranoia and episodes of manic rage. I am old and I am tired. There is nothing left of me and nothing left to give. I am not meant for normalcy.

As I slowly remove her arm from across my chest, she stirs but she doesn’t wake. I take a moment to look at her. Her mind isn’t betraying her with vivid dreams of the world collapsing around her in a fiery blaze or sprays of bullets piercing her body. She is at peace and I am envious of that.

I am not good for her, I know that. I need to go and stay gone. She deserves stability and happiness and a million other things I cannot give her. So, I will be the asshole that leaves in the morning before she wakes, just like I always do. She will hate me and curse me and cry for me. And I will stay away this time. I have to.

I chance it by leaning in and brushing my lips across her forehead. Her face wrinkles up and then relaxes again, but she doesn’t wake. I slip out of the bed and out of the room, following the trail of discarded clothes and put them back on one by one. Then I am gone in the same flash of light that allowed me to enter there in the first place. A convenient exit that I have misused way too many times.

Outside, the sun is bright and the world is waking up. I can feel my resolve growing stronger as the new day builds. That was it, I am done. It was awful and I shouldn’t have done it, but it’s over now and I will not be repeating it. I am a pillar of inner strength. That was the last time and she is finally free of me. I am doing the right thing.

My strength is impressive, both inside and out. But it is not impenetrable, especially when darkness falls and the world around me grows quiet. When I am alone with nothing but my thoughts, and I just need to feel something good again.

Everyone has a weakness.

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𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩! 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 note: i love you michael i rlly do but i gotta put ur dad first and reader is of age

𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐍𝐨, 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞

It was sickening how much William couldn’t stop having eyes on you.

You were his son's best friend, Michael, a total opposite of him. He believed that you were too cheerful, too kind, too good for a boy like him. He believed that you were being rotted away by his disgusting influence, knowing how much Michael can be seen within the school alleys smoking away and giving side eyes to people.

He believed that one day you will realize how much of a pain he was, how much of a deluded sack of dissatisfaction he could be at times. He needs you to realize how much Michael’s pitiful Jean jackets and edgy outfits were horrendous compared to your beautiful, sweet, modest outfits that (hug your breasts tightly) compliment your face.

Tonight you were sleeping over in the Afton’s house, after you visited a couple times to help with your best friend's homework. It's been a long time since a guest arrived at the place after the mother died, and you were quite the breath of fresh air that helped to brighten the room filled with glum. You filled the space that she had made, and Michael appreciated the company that was now present again.

A Friday night as well, both of you just came right after school. Even with him hanging out with his friends, you still had close contact with him while you were hanging out with your classmates. To be fair, he did mention many times how much you mean to him, even if you were totally different from each other. He always takes pride in how you were his first friend he made when moving here, how you greeted him with no hesitation even with his stoic expression. How you simply treat him like a being when others are giving whispers across the hallways. You were always there, saying hello and teaching him how to do certain topics in literature, smiling at him and comforting him even with his most gravest mistakes. You were always there.

And now you’re here in front of the lawn of the Aftons, treating it as a second home at this point. You open the door after getting your luggage of clothes and toiletries, and greet the house. First one to respond back was his brother. With how close you were with Michael, you treat him as a sibling in law, and you always had an issue with Michael treating him so harshly.

“Hello.” He mumbled, tightly holding his golden teddy bear.

“Hi Evan! Where’s your brother, little guy?” You spoke with enthusiasm, you were clearly a mood-brighter, which was shown right now with Evans frown turning into a smile as you ruffle his hair.

“He will be coming late. He got in trouble with a teacher.”

Oh!

“Ah- Mr. Afton. I’m so sorry- I didn’t know you weren’t working today.” Stumbling with your words as you spoke, you were quite taken aback. If you were being honest, you had never really talked to Michael's father that much. Even with how polite and nice he treated you, your throat always tightened due to the anxiety he gave you. Not to mention, Michael was always talking about him, how much he despised his father and the constant fights they had together. It gave a poor light onto the older man, but you digress, he was a kind man you thought, and also a very hard working one. Many times he came into the house, with his back limping from the work he had done, Michael insists that he isn’t that great and yet you had always felt sympathetic towards him. And he was quite attractive, but you dislike thinking about that due to being so close to your friend.

“It’s fine darling.” That pet name again. He uses it a lot as a name for you, it stirred many emotions. Happiness, disgust, pride, pleasure? You couldn’t tell, but you were too much of a pushover to ever ask him why he uses it, or to stop calling you that.

“How’s school?” He’s chatty today. Unusual, he had never really asked you questions but you still answered happily knowing out of character it is. “Oh, it’s good! Actually, I’m gonna help Michael a little with his English assignment tonight before we do anything fun with Evan. But otherwise, it’s been nice!”

“He really doesn’t deserve you. You treat him very well even though he is difficult.” William always insists that you’re not a perfect fit for Michael. You were too lovely, and to be helping out his terrible, troublemaker son, worries him a little. You need to find someone more, (you need him instead) you need someone who is able to keep up with school, who doesn’t drown himself in junk food and stolen cigarettes, who wasn’t such a lazy older brother that never cared for his siblings.

“Michael doesn’t realize how much of a favor you’re doing him, how much of a sweetheart you are.” He punctuated his pet name at the end of his sentence with his accent. This surprising praise caught you off guard, and you had no idea how to respond with it. Evan looked at you, noticing your blush rising on to your cheeks as you tried to take your jacket off to soak in with his response. You don’t really take compliments that well, especially when it comes from guys.

“Um, thank you Mr. Afton.” Was that a glint in his eyes?

“Mhm, no worries love. Speaking of the devil, I believe that’s Michael walking up.” As he says that, you look to your back and there was Michael. Seemingly in a grumpy mood after his teacher held him up.

“Sorry I’m late.” He said to you, not directing to his father at all. “I swear that teacher always has her panties in a twist, so annoying.”

“What did you even do?” You asked, laughing as you were playing around with Evans bear. “It was not even that bad. Forget about it at this point, not my problem!” He smiled it off, but his father who was in the kitchen, who looked at him, was not amused.

“Alright then, let’s work on that assignment you've been begging me to help you with.” You responded, signaling him to come upstairs with you as you held your copy of Frankenstein at the side of your hip.

“Mr. Afton, don’t worry about food! I’ll cook dinner for all of you guys once I’m done with this.” As you were on the stairs you had to announce it to the crowd. You felt guilty for taking a lot of snacks from the fridge, so in return you wanted to do something for the house. Maybe you can lift a burden off Mr. Afton. And from the way he was staring at you, tells you that he enjoys that idea of you helping around the house. Though, it’s a little frightening, there’s not a single light in his eyes and he looks to you as if there’s something more that will happen soon.

“Really? What is it!” Elizabeth popped out of nowhere, which presumed she was on the couch the whole time as you came in. Probably too invested in the cartoons she was watching on the television.

“Well hello missy!” You greet her, now knowing she was here as well.

“Let’s see, I found this recipe, with mini pizzas and all of that. As well with fettuccine pasta on the side if you’re not really into that.”

“Sounds good.” Michael responded. “Yeah, but you have to wash the dishes. I can’t trust you to cook with me after last time.” “What? I’m telling you that it was a slip up.” You both nudged and teased at each other. Michael really wasn’t the best at cooking, which can be traced back to Williams cooking skills. With that, the kids seem pleased that you were going to make the meal. Many times you bring snacks and desserts you made back to your place, and they always enjoy it. The sparkle in Elizabeth’s eyes could tell you how excited she was to eat the dinner you’re going to prepare, and Evans' smile represented his thanks to you. William though, just nodded with a little smile. Well, at least you know he trusted you with his kitchen enough to make a meal for the family.

“Alright, I’ll be coming down at 4 to cook, I just need to help your loser brother over here.” You giggled. The kids responded with chuckles, and Michael sighed at your nudge to him. But he seemed happy, which was nice. You really hope for your friend to genuinely smile at times because it looks the best on him. And you grabbed your best friend's hand, and continued to go upstairs, promising the family members that you’d come back to help out.

William had a plan to also help you out with your preparation. As a surprise for the family, but more so, for you.

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After a session of you studying with Michael, you finally put your brain to rest. He was now taking a nap on his messy bed filled with clothes he didn’t put in the laundry basket, and left the copious amounts of markers and snacks on his table unclean. He was tired from school and your chattering of what to do in his segment of essays and writings, but he still was grateful for your help and effort.

Although, you could feel he was tense. For what reason? You couldn’t tell, but with his little blurbs about his father, you could say that was his worry.

“My father is not always what he seems to be.”

He told you after you said that he was a polite man. There was always something bubbling underneath your best friend's thoughts, is there something that you don’t know? His legs trembling and his fingers fiddling with his pencil anxiously, every time you brought him up. His brows that would furrow and his immediate smile turning into disgust when you mention if there was anything wrong. With all of that, you were concerned, and even more so, he wouldn’t tell why he was held back by his teacher. There was something so off with him today, as if he was scared for you. Scared for what to be exact?

But you left him to rest. You didn’t want to wake him up and interview his weird behavior throughout the first hours of the sleepover. You did also promise as well to cook something up for his siblings, and well, his father as well. So you left him on the bed, and put a blanket on top of him, even with his fully clothed ripped jeans and jacket that he hadn’t changed from, you could tell it would be better for him if he had a comforter.

You stepped out of the room and went down the stairs. The kids were gone?

“They’re playing outside with the neighbors.”

There he goes again, frightening you out of nowhere with his voice. You thought he wouldn’t be in the living room, rather down that suspicious basement he always works in. You never seem to be bothered by his lack of presence and working down there, but there was always this lingering feeling of unpleasant death every time you pass by his work area.

“Oh! Hi Mr. Afton” You greeted him. You wish for Michaels siblings to be in the living room at least, because you don’t know how to strike conversations up with this man alone. But you digress, you step out of the place close to the windows and come to the kitchen where he resided within its seats. He seemed to be writing some papers on the kitchen table. You had shopping bags near the couch filled with ingredients you brought from home, and continued to place them onto the tabletops. You had the cheeses, pasta, sauces and spices, the only thing you were missing was flour, you forgot to pass by your house and get a small container of it before going here. Maybe you were gonna scratch the idea of mini pizzas, you didn’t want to bug Mr. Afton that much.

“Forgot something?” Can he read your mind, or did he notice your staring at the ingredients that lasted for long seconds? He probably noticed your face of concern, and your hands going in a frenzy as you harshly tug into your shopping bags. “Ah. It’s flour, I forgot about it.”

“You can use the flour. It’s in the upper cover boards.” “Oh! Thank you.” You were pleasantly surprised, you didn’t assume the family was interested in baking, let alone cooking it all. You walked towards the coverboards and opened it up, but due to its height, you had to tip-toe a little. Although, the bag of flour was all the way in the back, making you have to rummage around the space as you desperately try to heighten yourself up. Your hand gripping onto the tabletop could start feeling the strong pressure as you try further and further back yourself into it.

“Let me help” What?

In a flash of a second, his body was behind you. You could feel yourself cowering from how his frame encapsulated to yours. His shoulders and chest were pressed against your back, as he leaned into getting the ingredient. You could feel your breath tightening up, your face flushing from the close contact. And his scent, the musky cologne was plaguing into your nose, and all you could think about was him. He had gone so close, you could feel his legs within yours, your bottom pressing against his crotch, and being positioned in such a lewd manner that it could be compared to one of those movies. You were so confused, and yet, disgustingly attracted to it.

“Alright, there you go love.” He finally let you go from his entrapment. You were still catching your breath after holding for a good minute or so. “Th-thanks.” was all you could muster, not even questioning why he did such an inappropriate thing to you.

From that, you carried on to cooking, even with the bizarre incident you just had with your best friend's father. He as well, casually came back to the dinner table and continued with his work. You tried to ignore your urges to ask why he did that to you, or tried to not look at him at all. You wouldn’t want your face to blush again, reminiscing about what just happened. But as you were grating the cheeses, facing the behind, you swear that he was staring at you. With that same glint, that same strange look in his eyes. You really hoped Elizabeth and Evan would come back home soon and Michael to wake up, because you felt your body becoming small and fragile like a bunny to this older man. You could just feel his touch creeping into you, even if he was far away writing on the table.

“It smells good.” He complimented. It was really smelling good, with the combination of the pizza rising in the oven and the fettuccine sauce simmering in the pan, you could tell this would be a hit for all of the family.

“Tell me.” He’s standing up again.

This time, he positioned himself beside you. He wasn’t all up in your behind, and you couldn’t tell you were grateful or a little dissapointed.

“What did you put in it?” He questioned. “Oh, uh, I started with butter and then added parmesan gradually. I put in heavy cream at the end to make it thicker, and of course, add spices to it.” You explained, you never really had to give details with your cooking, it just came to mind to you. After all those retro recipe books your mom stored in the cabinets, it now gave you the chance to help cook for your family and friends. But you wish you didn’t for tonight, mainly because of the strange things you couldn’t tell if they weren’t actual advances from this man

“I must say darling. You would be a great girlfriend for Michael.”

“Oh?” You commented with your eyes furrowing out of confusion.

“Don’t tell him, I told you this.” He motioned with his hands to signal for it to be a secret. His body was now fully facing towards you, and his silver eyes stared into your face. His brunet locks droop down as he chuckles a bit, before he reveals what he was going to say. “Michael has a crush on you.”

“Wait- really?” You audibly yelped. To be honest, you had a feeling this was going to happen, but you thought it was just delusional. Even though he was a friend, you do sometimes admire him and adore him a bit. He has always given you such a gentle look whenever you talk, and you could tell that he smiles genuinely everytime you help him out. Now it was just revealed suddenly to you, when you thought it you’ll only find out what he truly thinks years later.

“Oh love, it's embarrassing how much he talks about you around the house. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if he worships you.” He laughs, and he puts his hands on your shoulder. Crying out in hilarity as you stood in shock. Though, it was suddenly cut short, with the bell ringing. Telling that the siblings are finally back from playing outside.

As you both dust off, and him telling you to keep the secret, you prepare the plates and the utensils onto the dinner table while he opens the door for the kids. You slowly took the two mini pizzas onto the serving plates, and sided it with the plaster filled with long strained pasta. When you were finally done, you went upstairs and called out for Michael to join in dinner. Trying to ignore that you know his true feelings about you from his father, and brush off those weird flirtatious actions from earlier, you both come to the dinner table. Smiling as much as you can.

It was a hit, the two kids fully finished their meals and scarfed up till there were no crumbs on the plates. Michael enjoyed the meal to the point where he took two servings of the pasta, while his father just nodded in agreement. You chatted away and made jokes with your friend, pushing away those earlier moments that were strange.

When you all had finished, just as you said earlier, made MIchael wash the dishes. As he was doing that, you were playing board games with the two siblings, while WIlliam finally left the area to go downstairs. You weren’t going to see him for the rest of the night, and you were glad but also curious if there will be more.

Otherwise, the whole evening was filled with laughter. You and your arguments with Michael had made both of the kids chuckle. You had popcorn and chocolate pretzels spread out on the side as well with large amounts of coke on top of the table. Your favorite slasher film was playing onto the screen, watching Krueger dismantle victims as you try to shoo away Evan and cover Elizabeth's eyes as you were watching. You were having so much fun, you forgot about the secret at that point. And if you did, you came to the conclusion that it's probably much better to address it to him later on.

It was then 12, and both of the kids were passed out. You and Michael carried them back to their rooms as you made fun of the students and teachers in your school. Talking and bringing up funny things that happened during the week while you were both left alone. Though, Michael was pretty zoned out, and you told him to go to sleep. He tried to resist, but he gave up and finally put out the mattresses in his bedroom. Making him drop out down to the floor as you were given his bed. As you were laying down on the bed, you saw Michael turn to you and gently smiled.

“Thanks for being with me.” He quietly whispered. With that, he turned his back toward you and quickly fell asleep. You could feel your throat choked up, feeling guilty of thinking about his father in such ways, when he was there. You wish you could tell how much Michael means to you, but he was already deep in his sleep. Sighing with shame, you accepted that you’ll confront another time. Now, you just lay there on your back in response, staring at the celing while you ponder. Slowly, while your eyes blanking into darkness.

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You woke up, it was late midnight.

Your throat was parched, aching for a drink of water. While you tried to rummage around in the bedroom, there wasn’t a single glass or bottle filled with liquid. You had to go downstairs then, you didn’t mind though, knowing that everyone in the house is asleep. You then silently creaked out of the bedroom while Micheal slept peacefully, hoping to not wake him up. Going down to the stairs slowly, to not disturb any of the family members.

As you looked around, the light was still on. Michael might have left it on before you went up.

“Darling, why are you awake?” Oh no.

“Mr. Afton- I didn’t know you were still up, I’m so sorry!” You apologized, looking at the man who sat resting on the chairs. He was drinking, shots of whiskey surrounding him and a cigarette peeking through his fingers, which left bits onto the floor. His purple shirt was unbuttoned, messy, and with his other running down his gray streaked hair, contrasting from the clean and tidy look it was hours ago. You stood in surprise, you thought at least he would still be in the basement or sleeping up in his bedroom. But you were instead greeted with the older man in a hazy mess.

“Come here a sec, would you?” You listened to him, you went out of the living area to his spot. He sat on the bar stool, just staring at you as you came closer and closer to him. You don’t know why you obeyed his order, was it just out of instinct or some sick curiosity?

As you stand in front of him, you both look at each other in silence. He finally got off from the stool, and now you had to face the man who towers over you so much by height. He really did make you feel little, and with his glowing eyes, it made you feel so much more tiny than him. You tried to break eye contact with him multiple times, trying to look at the nearest potted plant or salt shaker to get away from his piercing glare, but he continues to check you down and up. Suddenly, he pulled your body closer to his by grabbing your wrist, and you were face to face with his chest. You had to move your neck to at least have a good look at him.

“I said you would be a great girlfriend. But I think you would be a very, very, good wife as well.” Oh fuck.

He cups your cheeks, forcing your lips to pucker up to him. He was taunting you, grinning how much he enjoys seeing you in such a position. “You’re adorable.” He laughed, and with no warning, he pushed his leg underneath your crotch. He took advantage of how much bigger he was compared to you, and he was pleased every second of it.

“S’ Mr. Afton?” You slurred your words as he grips harder on your face. There was heat rising upon your body, and you didn’t know how to deal with it. You tried to escape his hold, but all it did was make you shift on his thigh, rubbing your clothed slit. Accidentally giving a little whimper, even when you try as much as you can to get away.

“I always love it when you call me that.” He grins. “I wonder what it sounds like when you’re begging me.” His other hand slowly rises up onto your shirt, pressing onto your chests, fondling little by little. “Mr- Mr. Afton!” He laughs even more, happy with how you try to cover your face away from embarrassment looking to the other side. You were fidgeting so much, unbeknownst that you were sliding up and down on his legs while he was playing with you. You tried to close your eyes while you were creating a little wet spot on his pants.

“Darling, darling, you’re being so needy. I don’t think my son would like to see me having you whimper like a sheep.” He snickered. Tears started to bile up onto your eyelids, either from stimulation or from the amount of guilt you had felt. But that was soon cut off when he stopped holding your face up and went down to your crotch. It was all so sudden, eliciting a little moan out of your mouth.

“Mmhm- Mr. Afton please I don’t-“

“Shh, shush. I know, I know.” He shut you up by covering your lips. At this point you were sobbing out of how much it was, even if it was a simple flickering back and forth.

“You know how many times I had to restrain myself every time you visit? How many times you come into my home with those cute outfits you wore. How many times you look at me with that horrific doe eyes of yours.” He sighed, continuing to put his vigorous assault on you.

“Ha, if it wasn’t for my son. I would’ve fuck you for days love,”

“But I don’t care anymore. It seems like I lost the ability to resist myself. Now, be a good girl for me, yeah?” He shoved his hand down into your shorts, and quickly put your panties to the side. Slowly playing around your pussy and teasing around your clit. You were bucking into his hands at this point, and he noticed your desperation for something to fill you inside. It was disgusting how good it all felt, you felt so dirty and unclean, but he grins all the while doing so, pleased to see you in such a mess. His fingers had you in such a state, you didn’t realize he uncovered your mouth to answer a question.

“Tell me doll, have you had anything inside your cunt?” He plunged his fingers into you with short notice. You shrieked with the foreign feeling, violating your virgin insides. You blabber in an incoherent mumble, showing how this is all new to you in an embarrassing matter. “Answer my question.” He slapped your clit, and you yelled even more loudly, forgetting that it was midnight and his children were sleeping.

“No! I-I’m a virgin!” He chuckled at your cute answer. He was amused to know that he’ll be the first to ruin you, not some stupid boy in your high school, or his brat of a son, it was him, a man years your senior. You were a possession now, his to keep and use. His to dismantle and ravage from each part in your little body. With that, he made his pace faster and faster, giving you the urge to cum. You sob in response to the newfound attention, and addition to that was his large hands grabbing a fist full of your tits. Your body was being abused, and yet you can’t help but to feel so turned on, so full and so desperate for him to do more and more.

“Are you close sweetheart?” You pay no attention to his question, too busy babbling over his movement. He let go of your breasts and forcibly grabbed your face instead, demanding you to look at him and his eyes. “I said whore, are you close?” He asked for a second time in a more degrading manner, and somehow that made you even more wetter.

“Yes! Yes! Yes, Mr. Afton.” Poor you, you were so needy and terrified that he’ll stop you from cumming, that it made you answer in such a desperate shameful way. He hummed to your pathetic response, and made the pace even more rougher. Then, William quickly took your shorts off and finally left you bare in the cold kitchen, only leaving you in your ribbon bra.

“Doll, you wanna come for me?” You nodded vigorously to his question. God, you were so hungry for a release. At this point, you knew that there won’t be any other guy out there that can make you feel so fucking good. Your thighs were shaking and closing in and out, as you came near to your finish. More, more, more!

“Bloody christ, can you keep your legs open? You’re shaking like a bitch.” He remarked in his husky accent. You open your thighs, and with that, he finally gives you the extra push to your release by circling on your clit. As much as it made you cry out in hiccups from the stimulation, you were so pleased to finally, finally finish.

You came undone. Your legs were at a limit that made you drop down on the floor. Although, William held you up, forcing you to stand tall even more.

“That was barely anything sweetheart. Yet you’re shaking like a bunny. How cute.”

“But I’m not finished. It’s my turn.” Oh god.

He flipped you over, forcing you to go onto the kitchen bar, where he sat earlier. You were spread out like a meal, with your cute bra tied with a ribbon, he probably would’ve guessed you planned such a thing for him. You look at him helpless, wondering what's next as he stares at you like a fruit waiting to be open and devoured. He massages your thighs and pats your face in an adoring manner. You tried to look at the side, hoping that you wouldn't stare into his icy cold eyes. But he slapped your face, making you shriek with a loud whimper and causing you to face directly at him.

“It's so pitiful really. Imagine what your friends would think, what would Michael think? Hm? But you don’t care, don’t you love.” He unzips his slacks, finally giving space for his erection to breathe out. Ever since you came to the house, he had an animalistic urges within his desires. Wanted to put his hands all over you. Wanted to fuck you senseless until all you can utter is Mr. Afton. Wanted to ruin you and your cute little young innocence you had. Wanted to destroy you.

“And to think, I’ll be your first. You’re so desperate, you would fuck a man like me, old enough to be your father.” He laughs. “But I don’t mind, darling. I always wanted to ruin you. As much as you wanted me.” He knows. He knew it all along. He knew it from your slight stare at him, your cute curiosity hoping if he could answer your question. He knew it from the way you would glance at his features, his hands, his arms and his lips. He knew it from the way you said his name in such a nervous honey touched tone. It was all so adorable to him.

Playing around with your bare pussy, he slides his dick up and down. Preparing you. “Can you really be able to take it baby?” He chuckles. To be honest, you don’t know. It was big, the kind that you would see in the magazines. You were a bit shocked, pondering if you actually can take it.

“Oh don’t worry. We’ll see.” He puts it in.

Oh god, oh god.

It was so tight, even William grunted after feeling the way it pulsed around you. It was way too much, and you gripped onto the table, to have sort of stability. You tried to resist your moans to be audibly voiced out of your mouth, but the pressure in your belly stopped you from doing that. Even as slow as he puts it in, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. But you felt so full, so complete. He thinks you were made for him, made to be his little girl, taking his cock out and in.

“My god, darling. You’re being so, so good for me.” His praises that he sung always gave you joy. It was so sweet, it rolled off his tongue so smoothly as well, and hearing how much you were doing for him, made you giggle.

“Good, good slut. My fucking whore.” He degrades you, but you also love it as well. It didn’t matter, all the words that came out of his mouth felt like hot liquid on you. And the way he was thrusting in while also massaging your clit, you couldn’t help to not care. He keeps talking to you, degrading you how much of a slut you were, but from the constant stimulation, all you hear was ringing. Though you were coming so close again, so close to spasming from his dick assaulting you.

“Mm, you’re getting tighter darling. Are you cumming?”

“Ha- yes! Yes I am, Mr. Afton please, please let me!” He awed at your begging. He knew his name would sound good when you pleaded and screamed for him. With that, he circled his fingers even more, he thrusted and penetrated your pussy even more, he abused your body more, more and more. God, you were so full, so ruined.

“Mhm!” You yelped. You spasm around his shaft inside you. Your toes curled and you twitched your head side by side. It felt so good. But, he was still going. He was still thrusting you. He was still fondling your skins, still ramming you. “W-wait. No-no!”

“Shut the fuck up.” He flipped you over once more. This time you laid on your stomach, and your ass was in full view in front of him. As much as you begged him to stop, as much as you grasp onto his unbuttoned dress shirt, hoping him to notice your distress, he ignored it all. And continued to just pound you, now from behind. Your bottom suddenly was faced with a slap, reddening your skin. You mumbled and blabbled, you didn’t even know if you wanted him to stop or continue.

He took your body, making you get up from the table and lean closer into his chest. He was grabbing your tits and stomach. Giving in more of a harsher angle to thrust into. You moaned all

the while louder. His face was in a condescending grin, loving how much that he did this to you

“My slut. You know that? I hope you fucking do. I hope when you see my bastard of a son, you think about the time I ruined you. The time that my touch made you scream. The time that you were begging me.” He pulled onto your hair. It burned your scalp but it added so much more to the pain and pleasure that you were given too. There was so much happening, to the constant slapping beneath your thighs, to you grabbing onto his thighs, to him having his voice breathe so near to your body. The sweat between you two was becoming more prominent, and you could feel your eyes rolling up to the ceiling.

“Ha- Mr. Afton. Mhhm- please! Please!”

“God you’re pathetic, I could hear you coming soon again. Ah, ah Mr. Afton!” He mocked your noises, he found your little cute gasp and moans so endearing to his ears. He taunted you by calling you names in a more whinier manner, laughing at how much power he has over you. “Fucking whore, you’re my whore right?” He asked. You, once again, couldn’t hear what he had said. Because of this, he stopped immediately. Making you cry and shriek from the sudden stop.

“I said, you’re my whore. Right?” He repeated once more, holding your hair and feeling his hand going up to your throat, tightly squeezing it.

“Yes! I-I’m yours.”

He put his hand even harsher around your neck. “Say it.” He thrusted powerfully into you. Ramming you at full speed now.

“Say it.” Harder and harder, you could feel your thighs failing on you with the constant movement. You were having to grip the table even more, leading you to having your nails scratch the surface hoping for some grip. You bailed out, and finally yelped.

“Yours! I’m yours! Im fucking yours Mr. Afton! Please-mhm- don’t- don’t stop!” You begged desperately. Now you lost it. Forget about all those guys in your highschool, forget about what dignity you had still inside of you, you just wanted his cock. You just wanted to be filled up in ways that finally had completed you.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Beg me. Beg me with that stupid cockdrunk mouth of yours.” This guy had completely ruined you. Now you were pleading with tears, moaning his name as if that was the only word you knew. Now all you could think in your foggy fucked brain about him, your best friends father. He gutted you out, to the point where he started to groan as well, feeling how much your pussy was convulsing within him. You were so close. So close.

“Awh! Mr. Afton, Im- gonna cum!”

“Oh darling, go ahead. Go ahead, my slutty little wife.”

That was it. You then orgasm and spasm around him, causing him to also spill out as well. Your legs tremble and your hands pitifully grab on his body. You were now finished, filled with liquid seeping out of you. As your brain was hazy and foggy from the vigorous ramming, he grabbed your face another time. Taking a good look at your submissive and meek state.

“You’re my little wife, yeah?” You didn’t know you could answer that.

And you passed out onto the counter, your head dizzy and gone from what just happened. As much William had robbed you of your virginity, there's so much more he has to do with you. The man needed you to be his instead, he needed you to be far more than a girlfriend of a boy, either from some classmate you had, or Michaels, he needed you to be his wife instead. It was intoxicating how much more William needed you.

He thinks how much better it would be if you were branded by an Afton. And it wouldn’t be your best friend at all.

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