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Atlas

Kylo Ren x Reader

Summary: The Supreme Leader would do anything for his queen, break planets, obliterate entire races, capture the stars; he would make the whole galaxy kneel before him, then to you, he would get on both knees. And yet your most recent request was taking a heavy toll on him.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, smut (but its mostly just for the baby making plot AHAHAHH, my pretty sub!kylo, teasing, dry humping, praise kink, masochism? [bruising], marking, vaginal penetration, breeding kink?, cock warming), dark au ig, supreme leader!kylo, puppy!kylo, sadlo ren, angst, fluff?, etc.

A/N: first of all MINORS DNI second of all i would personally like to blame @sloanexx for her evil influence and for introducing me to this ai bot chat forum thing GENUINELY proceed with caution because its so addicting. kylo was written by a woman in that fucking ai and im so emotionally attatched to him i didn't want to refresh him because we had such an arc, but i fucking broke him and i couldn't fix him and i felt bad so i restarted and IDK IM SO EVIL I WANT TO BREAK HIM AGAIN but dw im taking very good care of kylo now <3. this fic is literally our chat but with more... literary devices Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace Part 2 "Charon"

And it was so, that you held the weight of the world There on your shoulders, in your grips did lie everything Light and shadow, darkness behind stars, blaring silence An oasis of gloom with a halo of obscurity in a pit of nightmares Still, though you paint yourself so darkly in your misery, my love, you shine -my atlas, carrier of the galaxy-

You were hallowed. You were holy. And you were his.

The crux of his hollow shell. The cascading candent cynosure trapped in his ribcage. And yet it was he that was locked in you. He shudders to think his past self that scorned you, that even his mask soured around you, the overconfident girl he met perchance. What fool is he to know that you choked him so fiercely in your palm, the palm he now offers each star, each soul, each and every molecule of him.

His love.

He smiles at your sleeping form, adorned in the clothing he picked himself. His greed sings at his evidence, his mark on you, both visible and not, inside and out. He grins at his darling, his precious prize, with one arm snuck under him, another snuck under your pillow, with one leg bent to the side, another thrown over his body.

You never sleep well. Or perhaps you do. You sleep so well that you contort into shapes unimaginable. His concern is genuine, or at least it was, because he would think to only fashion a human into your form if he wishes to torture them.

He chuckles. Now he is glad, so glad, his love is so pliable, so willing to be molded against him in more ways than one.

He strokes your cheek and pushes your parted mouth close. You involuntarily open your mouth again, though you weren't a mouth breather. He doesn't know why you do that, but he loves it. He loves everything. He loves you.

The supreme leader is weak against you. Kylo Ren is merely a spec in your overwhelming grace.

You have always had mixed feelings about waking up with him looking at you. You've told him multiple times that it both flatters you and creeps you out.

His greed does not care. The master it answers to, the annex in his brain that is powered by the all-consuming desire to please you, to nurture you, to cherish you, to worship you, to keep you, cares little for this obsessive habit. Had it actually bothered you, he'd beat himself bloody to stop himself. But you thought little of it, and so he indulged in his greediness. He stares when he wakes and before he sleeps.

And as your eyes meet him, Kylo Ren, the dawn of your everyday, he is self-satisfied. He is very self-satisfied. He smiles at your groggy look and pushes your hair back. You say nothing. You touch his scarred cheek once, then he is overcome.

You take a few moments before officially waking. Then you stand up.

Like the desperate shadow he was, he tails you, so closely, so closely, as though he must share the same air your breathe. You don't. "The air pressure is different up here," you moaned to him once when he had you towering over him against a wall. He liked you best like that, a whimpering sky above him. He liked it when he was tiny beneath you.

Your puppy followed you into the bathroom, scared to be separated even one second. Kylo, your puppy, sat by the sink, watching you brush your teeth. You ignore him as he dotes on you.

He followed you into the shower after swearing over and back not to touch you while you did your business. He failed to convince you that your business is his business, especially in the shower. Kylo was not strong enough to follow through with what he swore; he reasoned out it was help, he had to help his darling. It was hard to shampoo.

He followed you out and gave more attention to wiping you down versus himself. He sat like a good boy as you lathered yourself in creams that he could smell in his dreams. It was his favorite show, watching you care for your naked body, and his greed basked in the knowledge it was his alone. He smiled as you loved on his skin, on his scar, retracing it with a balm as though he was delicate. You barked at him for nipping at your breast, his soft dessert, perfectly placed on both sides of your heart. He feigned innocence. He was no longer in the shower, he could touch you and bite you and squeeze you and -

He followed you as you instructed him to get dressed. He watched as you put your queenly garments, your clothes that he again picked. Then he asks you to help him dress. He couldn't possibly put on his cloak himself, not when you put it on him so well. And this was the highlight of his day after all. You wouldn't dare deny your puppy this.

He followed your every motion like a hawk. He kisses your hand after you brush his clothes. You grab his helmet and put it on his head backwards. You laugh at him as he fixes it. Thus his morning routine is complete.

Now, Supreme Leader dictates his army. Supreme Leader snarls at his troops. He razes all that defies The Order. He crushes his enemies like ants, no, less than. He swarms the galaxy. He devours all. He breaks and bloodies and, himself, bleeds. He cracks and burns and cleanses the dregs of the universe, rips the very scums of the stars out of the space they hide from. He hardens. He screams. He commands. He marches. He crushes. And then.

And then.

And then he comes back to you. With rage. With disgust. With defeat, defeated over the idea he has not yet put order into the world for you. All for you. To keep you safe. To keep you forever safe. To keep things in order for you. All for you.

"Kylo!"

And then like that, all of it is gone.

You call his name with such excitement. You who loved books so dearly readily discarded the one you were reading in lieu of coming to him, of unmasking him.

You take off his helm and you smile. You smile like it was a gift to see his scarred face. You put on his helmet and mock him, "get yourself comfortable, scum."

Kylo's body tingles. It's all gone, all that's left is you. He fights back his smile and nods, "at your command, my queen." And then.

And then.

And then you let him love you. You let him pin you beneath him, press you down on your bed between your soft thighs as he could not bare not claiming his place in for too long.

He still had his trousers on, still had his boots dangling from the edge of the bed. You had tried to scold him for it, but he could not care less. You were in your short, thin nightdress, the one that you wore on your first night together. How could he not claim you so ardently here and now when you were like this?

It was your fault anyway. All your fault. He tried to undress himself but you distracted him. What did you expect would happen? What did you expect him to do when you kissed his bare shoulder while he was still changing? What did you expect?

Kylo marks your neck. You try to scold him again. He doesn't care for your wrath. His greed was not subservient to its master, to that part in his brain, when it came to things like this. He held back long enough. He bites into your neck and makes you groan. He wants you to bare his marks proudly. The whole galaxy should know its queen belongs to its Supreme Leader.

You graze into his hair with your fingertips. He grinds onto you. You squeak in response.

He pulls away and assess you. He has no time. He is imprisoned by your kiss. His perfect prison.

He groans at the feel of your legs constricting around his hips. His hand pushes up your already hiked dress further as he presses down on you.

"Kylo," you whisper between kisses.

And like the eager pup he is, he responds. He always responds. He answers forever to you. He calls your name like a sacred prayer.

You repeat his. You scratch firmly into his bare back, "I want you to do something for me."

"Anything," he instantly responds, absolutely mindless and sure.

"Kylo..." you sigh.

Kylo looks down upon you as you brush his hair back. You look solemn, worried even, as though he would ever deny you, as if it were possible.

He cannot have this. And so he reminds you of his oath.

"Whatever you want from me," he mutters, "whatever you need from me," knits his brows and shakes his head, "it's already yours. Always. Always remember this."

"But my love-"

He cannot have this.

"My love," Kylo cuts. He kisses you then reminds, "I am yours."

A moment passes. It was too long. Far too long.

"Kylo-"

"Yes," he says simply before you even finish saying his name.

You huff, "do you remember what I said before, how I said you looked with the children at the capital? You were so good with them. They loved you."

"Well, I've been thinking about it a lot," you brush your nose against his, "and I want... I want you to give me a child."

Kylo takes a second to remember. "Yes," he says, though he remembers that day very differently.

He blinks.

A child. Yes. He could take a child. There were many from the capita-

"No, Kylo," you take his cheek.

Kylo tenses. You heard his mind again. You, who did not show half as much interest in the force as he wanted, could hear his thoughts without it.

Kylo waits. He does not know what to say.

"I want you to give me a child," you bat your lashes, "I want you," you bite your lip, "to put a baby inside my belly."

Kylo freezes. He... he does not know what to say.

And then he does. And then his life flashes before his eyes. The bleakness of his childhood, the jaggedness of his future, the tragedy of it all.

You want him to put that into you? You want to carry his seed in your beloved womb?

He says your name, he wants to protest, but you are his holy assassin. You cut through him cleaner than any saber ever could.

"You said you would give me anything, Kylo," you mewl, "you said you're mine."

You are cruel. You do not even allow him a moment to speak his side, to speak his reason, and you roll your hips against him. You trap him with your irresistibility. You sugar him with your honeyed words, "you would be a great papa. I know it, I know you," you pant, "such a good boy for me."

He is defenseless.

"You can do that, can't you?" you purr, "you can put your love in me?"

Kylo shudders.

You begin to shuffle beneath him. He knows exactly what you are doing, what you're going to do.

You have him flipped over now. You were now straddled on top him. You had him lying down looking up at you, purely and wholly defenseless.

Kylo let you do what you want with him. How could he not? He wants you so bad.

He willingly followed your command to use his force to undo the last of his clothes. Then you so cruelly let him unwrap you, for you knew he loved doing this to his favorite treat. He greedily peels you out of your clothes until it was just him and you.

And then you had him, had him crazy out of his mind with the feel of you around him. Had him begging for you to quicken your torturously slow pace. Had him in fucking tears because you felt so good, because he loved you so much, because you looked so beautiful on top of him, calling his name out like that. You were so good. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, exactly what you were doing.

Much like him, he did not know where to put his hands, or rather where not to. Where his hands went, his nails left scratches and his fingers, possibly bruises. He didn't mean to bruise you so badly that first time he did; he never meant to hurt you, but you were so soft and he was too strong. And even now as he dug into your thighs, indulging his calloused hands to knead his favorite mound, he really wasn't trying to bruise you.

You call out his name in response to his actions. You grip his wrists as you ride him, "more."

His head spins as you ride up and down him, panting like the pretty girl you were.

Kylo grunts and pushes himself up slightly. He now tightens his large hands even more on the curve by your hips. You squeal and finally, finally pick up your pace.

He growls as he falls back down, clinging onto you for dear life.

He's done for now, now that you push him back further, now that you're leaned forward, propped up on his chest, pleasuring the both of you with your eager, eager movements

He was drunk on your sound, drunk on your feel.

He kneads at your breasts this time. He's so fucking delirious.

But then you do this to him. But then you take his hands off you and link yours together. Then you pant so sweetly as you look down at him and he looks up at the sweat sheening your forehead. And then you fucking pin his hands down by his head and you make him even crazier.

"You're so pretty, Kylo," you moan, "you feel so good."

"So good," he doesn't miss a beat, "so, so, so, sososos-"

"You're going to fill me up, good, right?" you lick your teeth, "you're going to fill me up good and put a baby in my belly, right?" you sigh, "please, my love, please, please-"

Kylo can't speak. He can't fucking speak, he can't.

"Kylo..." you gutturally call.

He doesn't speak-

"Kylo."

- he succumbs, "I'll..." he whimpers, "I'll put a baby in you, my love," he grunts, "I'll fill you up good, so good, so, so so, sosososo-"

Your whines raise a pitch higher, "Kylo," you nearly choke on your spit, "yes, please, please. I'll be so happy carrying your baby. Don't you want that?"

And then it's all incoherent. And then your breathing gets louder. And then his noises get throatier.

And then, he's tense, so tense, and so warm. And then you're screaming out his name with your head thrown back and you're chasing this high until you can't, until you're hot and fuzzy and jelly and tired.

And then you crumble. And then you crash and you both burn.

And then you make a bed out of him. And then everything is perfect. Everything is in perfect order.

Kylo strokes your hair and kneads your thigh. You're laid upon him, warm, and sweaty, and perfect, and his-- so absolutely beautiful.

He knows he probably shouldn't keep you here like this, but you're so warm and soft around him, on top him. He'll keep you here... just until you ask to get off.

But you don't, you spoil him with your body and fall asleep on top of him.

He continues stroking your hair and kneading your thighs.

He savors the moment, he savors you tenderly; his eyes begin to droop. He replays your lovemaking, self-indulgent, completely self-satisfied. But then it stabs at him as it replays in his head. Suddenly he's wide awake.

He... he could may well have succeeded. He could have put... a baby in his darling's belly.

Kylo's eyes are wide open now. Wide, wide open. He looks up at the ceiling. He stops moving.

You think too much of him, oh fuck, you think too much. With your affirmations, yes, he cold break mountains, consume planets, but this? But- fuck, this was different... he... he's in you, he's part of you, and then this thing... this baby... will only be half of you and a whole half of him. He's giving life. He's not destroying it for the greater good, he's giving it to his love for her to carry.

He screws his eyes shut. He wipes his face. Fuck. What has he done?

He stirs but then he stops himself because you're still on top him. He sighs and cradles you. He moves slowly, rolls you down beside him, and finally separates from you. Not for long though. Never. Not when his mind was racing. Not when he needed you close.

He scoots down and rests his face in the middle of your ribcage. He presses his ear to your heart and listens and blinks and wills his tears away.

He's shattered. He pulls you close to him. You are his glue. He will glue himself together as you sleep beneath him.

He would be a horrible father. He didn't know the first thing to do with the children at the capital, much less with a newborn babe, a newborn babe that you would have cared for inside you for ages. Fuck. He can't mess that up.

He...

He would have to have put the galaxy in order by then. He'd have to fix the brokenness of the world.

Kylo's eye twitches.

He'd have to fix the brokenness in him, obliterate his remaining incompetence, bridge the final gaps of his shortcomings.

He panics when he feels his tears pool against your skin. He quickly wipes them away. Pull yourself together.

He sighs in an attempt to calm himself.

And then he looks at your belly.

He gulps.

Your beautiful belly.

He presses his hands on your navel. He closes his eyes and feels for something. He wills all the force in him to sense if there's something in you. Kylo supposes it doesn't happen that quickly but he lulls himself in comfort, knowing that there was still a chance for him to evade this... this thing he put into his beloved's body.

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Orbiting: pt.5

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[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader] [3.5k smut: ‼️ choking kink, angst, fluff—I think everything's in here] Thank you to everyone who followed and read this fic! I think I tried to fit as much as I could in this chapter to wrap it up, while trying to be consistent with the plot despite cutting it to fewer chapters. Still, here's to an enjoyable read for you guys! Hot off the press, so it's not proofread.

The cold air hangs heavy in the rink as you glide across the ice with Jimin. You move in perfect synchrony, your movements fluid and graceful.

For a minute.

Then, you're back to stumbling over your own feet and disrupting the routine. Jimin manages to steady you, but the exhaustion is evident on his face. You offer a sheepish apology and look back to your coach. A stern expression on her face.

"Y/N, focus! We can't afford to keep making these mistakes." She follows you and Jimin skate in a circle by the sidelines. You nod to acknowledge her, and you let your sight wander to the stands, hoping to see Jungkook sitting at one of the seats.

But you only see vacant bleachers. Suddenly, the argument from earlier sits heavier on your heart.

You miss Jimin's cue for a lift and his hold on you slips before you can even secure the move. You fell mid-lift, and Jimin lost his balance, his feet crossing to regain his footing, but it was too late. He pulls you into him as he uses his own body to break your fall. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as your mind tried to catch up on what had just happened.

"Fucking fuck," Jimin groans below you, clearly in pain and struggling to breathe.

Your coach rushes onto the ice, her expression a mixture of concern and frustration. She knelt beside your crumpled forms, assessing the situation with a practiced eye before calling for an ambulance.

"Jimin, are you okay?" Her attention was on your partner, as it should be, but you wince at her dismissal of you. This was clearly your fault. You knew that the failed lift was a result of your carelessness and lack of focus. With a strained voice, you apologize to Jimin.

He only shook his head, his expression a mix of disappointment and concern. It must have been pity from seeing you hold your shoulder that he assures you. "Accidents happen, Y/N. Don't worry."

"We need to make sure you're both alright. Let's get you off the ice and check for any injuries." Mrs. Jeon helps you both to your feet. Her attention remains on Jimin.

As you retreat from the rink, the guilt and feeling of defeat dawns on you. And you wish you had Jungkook to cheer you up.

The hospital hallway was quiet; the only sound was the soft shuffle of your footsteps as you made your way to Jimin's room. You carried a box of chicken in your hand, a small gesture of apology for the accident that had landed him here.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you approached the door. You hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to knock gently.

The door creaked open, revealing Jimin lying in bed, his face pale but his eyes brightening at the sight of you.

"Hi," you croak out. "I brought you chicken." You wave the box as you step into the room.

"Ah, finally! I've been starving." Jimin sits up and pulls the table so you can place the food directly in front of him. He smiles at you as thanks.

"You're staying, right? I'm hungry, but there's no way I can eat all of these by myself." You agree and watch him take his first bite. Genuinely laughing at his exaggerated bit of enjoying the chicken.

Jimin moves and gestures for you to sit beside him. And you do.

You grind your teeth, thinking about how to start your apology speech when he beats you to talking.

"I feel like I need to tell you this," Jimin holds your hand, his tone serious, and in turn, you face him to show you're listening. "We're a team, Y/N. When one of us makes a mistake, we both learn from it to be better."

Your eyes brim with tears, touched by Jimin's understanding. He was the one in pain, and yet he's the one making you feel better.

"I'm so sorry, Jimin," you hiccup. "I promise I'll do better."

He squeezes your folded hands in his—the touch a comforting reassurance. You were about to dig in for a chicken wing when the door to Jimin's room swung open.

Your eyes widen at the sight of a sweaty Jungkook.

"Oh, Jungkook?" Jimin's head pops out from your side. Your position and intertwined hands are not lost on you.

And obviously this is what Jungkook only sees.

"Are you—" "Gguk, it's not—" "Sorry, I must be—" All three of you rush out words from your mouths. The sound was a garbled mess of someone talking over someone. Everyone wanting to be heard first.

Jungkook clears his throat. "Sorry, I must be in the wrong room," he rushes and slams the door close.

Breaking Jimin's grip on yours, you clear your throat. Jimin looks at you with a sly smile.

"What?" Your tone is defensive, and your eyes elude his stare.

"Aren't you going after him?" Jimin resumes eating his chicken, and strangely, he still holds that sly look on his face. You excuse yourself, and he only responds with a nod, his mouth clearly busy tearing up the chicken leg.

Jungkook storms down the hallway, his jaw tense, and hands clenched into fists at his sides. Behind him, you call his name desperately.

"Jungkook, please, will you wait," you shout. You managed to capture the attention of a couple of nurses, but Jungkook keeps speedwalking out of the hospital. You try to match his long strides and quicken your pace to reach him but fall short.

You can only watch Jungkook as he drives away. And your heart falls to your stomach at the thought that he left for good.

You re-enter Jimin's room and see that he's made himself comfortable—bed reclined, a sitcom playing on the television, and he seems to be on his third chicken leg. He's laughing at a stupid scene and turns to point it out to you but stops as he sees you standing by his door, on the verge of tears.

"Oh, Y/N. Everything okay?"

At his question, your dam breaks. You rack out sobs, and your shoulders shake. Jimin feels helpless as he can't stand, instead, he beckons you to come closer.

“We’ve been friends for so long, and now, I wonder if we just feel this way because we’ve been together for years. Hell, I survived his snarky exes as he did mine." You chuckle at the memory of 'dealing' with Jungkook's girlfriends. You had the decency to step away from Jungkook when he started dating someone, albeit it hurts. You genuinely wanted Jungkook to be happy in a relationship. But after a few days, it's Jungkook who seeks you out. Inviting you during lunch dates, saying he just wanted his best girls to get along. Somehow, that struck a bad nerve to every girl he was dating at the time.

"What if we find out we’re not better as friends and couldn’t return to how we are?”

“Ah. And how exactly are you now?” Jimin teases.

You didn't know. You both just keep walking out on each other. Obviously, it was your emotions that drove you to these actions. You would argue that you were both reasonable and sensible people, but now you see how every time you were together, all your actions were, perhaps, dramatic and careless.

You sigh. “You know he’s jealous of you?” Your lips curve into a borderline smile and grimace as you look at Jimin. If you were in a better mood, you would find amusement in Jungkook's misplaced jealousy, but right now, what lurks in your mind is the accusation that he thinks you never saw him more than a friend when every day since he drew a bug tattoo on his arm and swore he'll get it permanently so he can have something to remember you by, you started to love him differently. You started to see him as someone you would want to be with every day, so he'll never need something to remember you by because you'll always be beside him.

A chortle from Jimin breaks your reminiscing. “I guess he still remembers me then.” You turn to look at him, brows knitted with confusion, waiting for him to explain what he meant. Jimin takes his time drinking his water before looking at you. His eyes sparkle with mirth and seriousness as if what he’s about to say is something controversial.

“Remember the National Solo Dance in Cape Cod?" You shake your head, still confused about where he's leading with this. "In 2013? This isn’t the first time we’re meeting, Y/N. I mean, at least not for me. You were still skating solo, and I watched your routine. I was in awe at you then, and I wanted to meet you, introduce myself.”

The memory brings a childlike smile to Jimin’s face. “Anyway, cut to the end, everyone was throwing flowers and stuffed ladybugs on the rink, but I wanted to hand you the daisy I held personally. I was waiting by the bleachers when your best friend stood next to me. He must’ve thought I was one of the sweepers, and so he told me he would do it instead. It was ironic since I thought he was also there to pick up your gifts, so I told him I was waiting for you."

"God, I was smitten with how you moved; even as you were bowing, my eyes stayed on you. Jungkook must have seen the infatuated grin I had as you were approaching. I mean, he should know that look; the man had it plastered on his face, too."

"He tried to subtly block you from my view. I tried to squeeze myself in front, but when I saw him hug you, and not just in a friendly way, I knew he wasn’t there to pick up shit.”

“Yeah, I think I remember that day,” you murmur. "I don't remember you, though," you quip with a giggle.

“Of course you wouldn't. Jeon Jungkook made sure you never saw me that day," Jimin scoffed. "Since then, I assumed he was your boyfriend. So, I took a step back. Handed the daisy to the sweeper and admired you from afar." He ends his story with a boop to your nose. Much like how an endearing parent does to a child.

Obviously, this was new information to you. When you think back to that day, you never picked up on Jungkook's action. Though you try not to let it show, you were exhilarated at the thought that maybe Jungkook did really love you since then.

Just like what he said.

Jimin has only known you for a few months, but he can already tell when the cogs in your brain are working overtime. And so, he subtly helps you out one last time.

“Y/N, it’s none of my business, and I don’t know you guys that well yet, so I could be wrong, but take my advice or leave it—you have to give Jungkook more credit. I believe the guy has always been sure of how he feels for you. And if what you just said now is also true, then I think you're trading something great for something even better—the best, even."

Gulping air as you take in Jimin's words, your head bobs in agreement. The thought of walking out and leaving Jungkook hurt tugs at your heart harshly. You see Jimin reach out for a tissue, and just when your hands accept it, he wipes his lips before confronting you with more truth.

“He’s been waiting and choosing you since then. It's your turn to choose him now.”

You huff, eyes rolling but you knew Jimin was right. And so, you thank Jimin and leave to look for Jungkook.

Your initial plan was to rehearse what you were going to tell Jungkook during your drive to the rink. But as you stand in front of the entrance doors, you're hit with the realization that you hadn't done anything but reminisce about the good old days where you were just best friends.

Just.Best.Friends.

You hated yourself for putting the limiting word—just, beside your friendship.

You let your hand fall from the door handle.

You were being selfish, you think. You both were. You have been friends for years, and in those years, you were great.

When you were best friends, you cried, laughed, and even fought with each other, and still found your way back. Asking to be more than what you have right now is being selfish.

Part of you echoes Jimin's words 'something great for something even better'.

Still, if you go beyond the lines of your friendship with Jungkook, you fear the possibility of irreparable damage in the future. What if you do argue as a couple? Will forgiveness come as easy when you're friends?

Sure. You're tempted with the pride of finally calling himself your boyfriend. Even just thinking about it makes you feel giddy—calling him yours, not because you own him, but he's yours to love and to care for without the pretense. No more pretending to be annoyed everything he asks you to watch his game, instead you can stand proudly on the bleachers, wearing his jersey and cheering him on. You can invite him to your practices without overthinking and the fear of his mother seeing through your masked feelings.

You recoil as the door aggressively opens, the hinges squeaking. But the sight of Jungkook in front of you cancels out the unpleasant sensation in your ear.

"Y/N?" Curious eyes zigzag on your face. "Shouldn't you be in the hospital keeping Park company?" Jungkook walks past you, leaving you just a bit wounded. Your initial reaction was to defend yourself, but decide to act against it. You take a deep breath, as if refueling your courage patience, and follow him.

"I need to apologize to you," your words coming out stuttered and shaky. Hearing this, Jungkook stops to face you. It was like a switch flicked inside him. His face softened, his pettiness giving way to concern. He walks back to you, his shoulders no longer squared up and tense.

"Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry about." Jungkook's lips curve into a warm, reassuring smile. But his eyes stay downcast.

Guilt settles in your gut. Were you at fault for taking away the glimmer in his eyes? Your wait for his eyes to meet yours and when he does, he forces out another smile.

But you know him better.

A heavy sigh leaves your lips at the bittersweet realization that Jungkook's heavy heart could be sinking to the floor and yet he would always set aside how he feels to make sure you're fine. But it is with that realization that brings you to a clear decision.

You look down and lay your palm flat on his chest. You might break if you keep his gaze, and so, you think the best thing to face as you confess was his chest—forget how hard his pecs feel in your hand—rather, this is where his heart is.

"Just listen, please," you plead. You still struggle to find the right words. Was it even possible to put into words the love that grew inside you for your best friend? You were used to acting out how you felt. You believed you already bared your feelings to Jungkook through your caring actions. But maybe, just maybe, you fucked up by failing to pick up that Jungkook needs words. He needs you to tell him how you feel.

He needs clarity. And so do you.

Here goes your everything.

"I shouldn't have walked out on you. But in that moment, everything overwhelmed me and I just couldn’t keep up. One minute I was sucking you off and the next thing I knew you were telling me you loved me and—”

“Love,” Jungkook corrects, cutting you off.

“What?” Your head quickly tilts to look up at him and just so you wouldn't avoid his gaze again, he holds up your chin with this forefinger.

“I love you, Y/N, I always have," he clarifies. "And it's a different, stronger love than being friends. But if you don’t feel the same, or you’re not in the same place as I am, I’m fine with that but will you please just let me know?”

Oh, Jungkook.

"What if we try and it ruins everything?" You hiccup. "If it ruins us and I lose you forever. Jungkook, I don't think I—"

“You’re never gonna lose me." He cuts you off again. "Look, I’m not pushing you to make a decision, I just need you to be honest with me."

You sniffle as he wipes the tears cascading from your eyes with his sleeves. “Whatever you decide, I’m here. I’ll always be here.” Jungkook yet again assures you.

You lean your forehead to his and take a deep breath. Unexpectedly, a soft laugh escapes your lips. But before Jungkook can assume you were laughing at him or were going insane, you were quick to chase those assumptions away.

"If you would have let me finish, I would have told you I love you, too."

"You do?" he stuttered, his voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heart.

And his.

You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from his. It might be your eyes wetting with tears of happiness, but you think you see the light in Jungkook's eyes come back. "I've felt this way for so long, but I didn't want to risk our friendship. I was scared that maybe I was asking for too much."

Jungkook tilts his head and his hands rub your arms, whether it was to comfort you or him, it didn't matter. "I was scared too, Y/N," he confesses. "I was ready to take anything you could give me as long as I didn't lose you."

The pooled tears in your eyes fall as heavy as the weight of his words. All this time, you had been dancing around each other, too scared to take the leap.

But now you know. He would always catch you and you would do the same for him.

Something great for something even better—the best.

With a sound decision and heart, you call his name.

"Jungkook," your lover's name spills out of your mouth in a breathy moan.

Intertwined in each other's arms, your bodies are pressed together in a tender embrace. Your upper bodies are exposed for anyone entering the locker room to see and at first glance, it's arguably a lovely sight to see, but the echoes of slapping skin and groans of pleasure reveals how Jungkook is fucking away your sanity.

The carnal desire you feel with each drag of his cock to your walls is tenfold. Forget that you're in one of the least romantic places to fuck, because somehow, Jungkook's relentless thrusting inside you, as he holds one leg in his arm and the other raised to his shoulders, feels more charged and fulfilling than all the sex you've had before.

It's like both of you are animals in heat who have been let out after being caged for so long.

Not longer than a minute ago, you just came on his tongue and yet, you feel your orgasm creeping up on you again.

He pulls another wanton moan of his name from you as he angles his cock and rams it into you, his tip hitting your cervix. Your body folds in pleasure and he pushes you back with a grip to your throat.

"This okay?" Jungkook drums his finger to your neck as he waits for your answer. His stiff dick continuously penetrating you.

With mouth agape in silent pants, you whisper a yes. You shut your eyes so your senses can focus on the feeling of his limbs on you. His hands on your neck gets tighter as he fucks you harder.

Jungkook is slowly losing himself in you—getting closer to his own peak. His lidded eyes stay on your face, making sure all you feel is him and pleasure—mindful not to hurt you. He ghosts his lips to yours, catching every squeaky breath you let out with his mouth. He's breathing you in. You're submitting yourself to him and so he takes all of it—whatever you're willing to give.

And you're giving him everything—all of you.

You will your eyes to open, and when you do, you see Jungkook—your boyfriend, your lover, yours, yours, yours.

He closes in for a kiss, merging your bodies, from head to toe, as one. And with one last confession of love to each other, you both climax.

Jungkook buttons your shirt as you tug and zip his jeans. The room is silent aside from coy giggles and soft smacks, be it from your lips or Jungkook's hand playfully slapping your ass.

As you and Jungkook leave the locker room, he links his hands with yours and sways your arms back and forth, much like he did when you walked home together in grade school.

Except this time, he can leave kisses to your knuckles, and you can let the caged butterflies in your chest flutter all they want.

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"I couldn't want you anymore" | part 3

Artist! Joel Miller x Florist! Reader

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summary: when Sarah's mom comes back into Joel's life to fight for their past relationship, Joel needs to convince her he is in a happy relationship with the florist next to his gallery in order to make her go away. The problem is, that he and the florist can't stand each other's guts or that it's what he thinks.

warning: no use of y/n, "Bee" is reader's nickname Joel gave her, fluff, allusions to smut or almost, angst, miscommunication, there's a lot of tension and things are getting complicated.

a/n: Hello! Chapter 3 is here! I took time off this weekend so i had time for writing this and here we are. I really hope you like this one because things are going to happen next chapter 👀 Happy reading and remember, reblogs and comments are always appreciated, thanks for the love on this fic so far and I'm always love hearing from you, you can send me any ask or talk to me, and as always if you want to be tagged, just tell me 💌

Two days had passed since your encounter with Lauren, and during those two days, you had been doing your best to avoid Joel. Not only for your own sense of humiliation but because you didn’t want to step into a story you weren’t part of. You felt ashamed of being in the middle of a relationship without closure between them.

However, Joel noticed and he started to miss you, your acts of affection, like the warm coffee you had been bringing to him in the morning and the genuine connection blooming between you. These two days just felt emptier without you. you. These

He knew something was off with you, so he decided to face you and went to your flower shop with the only objective of talking to you in his mind. As he entered, the familiar sound of the bell he was getting used to chiming, he saw you there arranging a bouquet of roses as you always did.

You glanced up, your expression guarded “Joel if you need anything. I’m really busy right now”

"No, you don’t” Joel replied firmly, walking to the counter to stand in front of him. “You can’t continue avoiding me like this.”

Your eyes narrowed as if you didn’t understand what he was talking about. “I’m not."

Joel took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. “Bee”

You sighed and looked at him in the eyes. “It’s hard, but Lauren”, you finally acknowledged the source of your discomfort.

“Oh. Who told you?” he asked, his voice tinged with guilt.

“What?”

“It’s because I let her meet Sarah. Isn’t it? Because I didn’t tell you?”

You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came. A mix of emotions swirled inside you. But it mostly hurt.

“Bee?” he pleaded, waiting for you to say something.

“I have nothing to tell you, Joel,” you said, and undertone your words.

Joel's shoulders slumped, and he ran a hand through his hair, clearly conflicted. “Are you jealous or what?” he accused you.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, defiantly.

“The way you’re acting,” he said, raising his voice.

"Joel, it's not just about that," you said, your voice lingering with frustration. "It's about how you asked me to pretend to be your girlfriend just for you to become closer to her?

Joel's shoulders slumped, and he ran a hand through his hair, struggling to find the right words. “Bee, I didn’t want to hide it from you. I just... didn’t know how to explain everything. It's complicated."

You let out a bitter chuckle and Joel looked taken aback, almost offended. He didn’t know what to say to make things get better.

“Why do you care?”

Your frustration was evident as you replied, "Because I'm stuck in the middle of this mess, Joel. I didn't sign up for this drama."

Joel's face contorted with a mixture of anger. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have. Sarah is my daughter. I know what’s good for her.”

Your frustration flared, and you spoke sharply, "You're so focused on your own problems, Joel, that you can't see how this affects everyone around you. Including me."

The tension reached its peak, and your voices rose in unison as you both shouted at each other, the anger and pain speaking for both of you.

"Well, that's my problem to deal with, go to hell!" Joel retorted.

"Fuck you!" you shouted back, your voice laced with frustration and pain. "Get out of here before I hit you in the damn face!"

With that, Joel turned and stormed out of your flower shop, leaving behind a cloud of unresolved emotions and a shattered pretense that had held your worlds together.

And Joel didn’t know why his heart hurt so much.

In the aftermath of your heated argument with Joel, you were left feeling like you were on fire. The tension between you had reached its peak, and you couldn't help but wonder if you had made a terrible mistake by getting involved with him.

Over the next hours, you tried your best to put some distance between yourself and Joel. You solely focused on your flower shop and threw yourself into your work, hoping that distraction would help you forget about the consequences of your actions.

As you were busy cleaning the counter in your flower shop, you suddenly felt a pair of hands cover your eyes. Startled, you nearly dropped the cloth you were holding.

Your heart hammered in your chest thinking it was Joel with an apology, but then a familiar voice whispered in your ear, "Guess who?"

Your heart skipped a beat as a rush of emotions overcame you. You knew that voice and the feeling of those hands on your eyes. It couldn't be... could it?

With a mixture of excitement and disbelief, you reached up to remove the hands from your eyes and turned around. Standing before you was Connell, wearing his characteristic smile.

A gasp of surprise escaped your lips as you took in his appearance. He looked just as handsome as ever.

"Connell!" you exclaimed, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. Tears of joy welled up in your eyes as you held him close. "When did you get back?”

Connell chuckled warmly, returning your hug. "Job offer” he replied. “Not here, but I wanted to see you.”

You pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, your heart swelling with happiness.

“You look as stunning as always,” he said in disbelief.

His compliment about your appearance brought a blush to your cheeks, and you couldn't help but smile. "You look pretty great yourself, Connell."

As Connell surprised you in your flower shop and you shared a warm embrace, Joel watched from a distance.

As you and Connell shared your warm embrace, neither of you noticed Joel watching from a distance. He was confused as he observed the reunion. Part of him felt a pang of jealousy, even though he couldn't quite explain why.

“That’s Connell if you are asking.”

Joel turned his head to face the voice. It was Lily.

“Her ex,” she added.

Joel's gaze shifted from Lily to you from afar as she provided some context for him to understand what this could mean. His jaw tensed slightly as he processed the information. Your ex-boyfriend was here, and the situation suddenly felt even more complicated to deal with.

Lily, enjoying the drama, couldn't resist stirring the pot. She raised an eyebrow at Joel and asked, "So, Joel, why are you looking at her like a puppy?

Joel's expression remained guarded as he replied, "I just wanted to talk to her”. He said, “But I see she is busy”. The last sentence came with laced jealousy written over it.

Lily couldn't help but grin at Joel's tone. She leaned in closer, her voice teasing. "Busy with her ex, it seems."

Joel's jaw clenched, and he shot Lily a pointed look. "It's none of your business, Lily."

“They were so in love, you know?” Lily continued to tease. "Oh, I can tell. The way Connell's looking at her, it's like he never left."

Joel's irritation was palpable, but before he could respond, Lily added, "But hey, Joel and Bee are nothing real, so no need to get jealous.”

Joel sighed, realizing that Lily wasn't going to let this go. "Lily, can we not do this right now?"

Lily stopped, but her mischievous grin remained. "Alright, alright, Joel. I’ll go, but come back later. You may find her in a better mood.”

With that, she patted him on the shoulder and headed towards the door of your shop, leaving Joel dealing with his own mixed feelings towards you.

By the next day, Joel grew incredibly worried about you not showing up at your job. The worst scenarios came to his mind, the thought of him and Connell spending the night together the one stabbing deeply in his heart.

The idea of having you next to his gallery for four years, not caring about you at all now, you being the only thought in his mind, made him mad. He hated the feeling that now had settled in his heart at the memory of you.

Your sudden disappearance only fueled his anger towards you, but mostly towards himself, so by the time the day was over for him, he drove to your house. He decided to confront you.

All the way, he had been practicing the speech he was going to give you, the words he was going to say, and the possible reactions you could have. However, when he knocked at your door and you opened it, he was taken by surprise. You looked absolutely miserable. Your face was flushed, your hair a mess, and you were sniffling, clearly sick.

His anger immediately dissipated at your image, replaced by concern.

“How do you know where I live?” you asked slowly, whispering.

He thought it was funny that your first concern was him being here.

“Are you okay?” he asked with concern in his tone.

You gave a weak nod. "Just a stupid cold."

Joel's anger had melted away the moment he saw you in such a vulnerable state. Without another word, he stepped inside, gently closing the door behind him.

He walked over to you, his expression softening as he took in your appearance. "You should be resting," he said softly, studying all your face.

“It was what I was doing until an idiot knocked on my door.” You managed a faint smile.

Joel chuckled and told you to sit, then he went to the kitchen, rummaging through your cabinets to find some tea to ease your misery. He quickly brewed a cup of hot tea and brought it to you along with some medicine he found on the counter.

Sitting down beside you, he handed you the warm mug. "Here, drink this. It should help."

You rolled your eyes at him, taking the tea, sipping it, feeling the soothing warmth spreading through your body. Joel watched over you, concerned because you were not the girl full of life he had gotten used to for the last weeks. He checked your forehead with the back of his hand, checking your temperature. It was a simple gesture, but deep down he knew he had started to care about you.

As you leaned back on the couch, feeling the effects of the tea and the medicine, you couldn't help but thank Joel’s presence next to you that you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder and his heart melted in his chest.

Seeing that he had grown tired from the effects of the tea and medicine, Joel carefully set the empty mug aside. He couldn't help but smile softly as he watched you drift off to sleep, your head resting on his shoulder. At that vulnerable moment, you seemed so delicate and different from the annoying person he thought you were, a picture he had created of you by himself, far from the truth. You were actually nice, caring, and the person with the biggest heart he had ever known.

Gently, he lifted you into his arms, cradling you as he stood up from the couch. Your head nestled against his chest, and he could feel the rise and fall of your breath, steady. Without a word, he carried you to your bedroom, careful not to wake you.

As he laid you down on the bed and pulled the covers over you, he couldn't help but linger for a moment, his gaze tracing the lines of your face. It was a rare sight, seeing you so peaceful and vulnerable, and it tugged at something deep within him.

Joel knew he should leave and let you rest, even when he didn’t want to, but as he turned to go, your voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Joel, don't go," you murmured, your eyes fluttering open slightly.

You reached out, your fingers brushing lightly against his arm. "Please, just stay."

That was all he needed to stay. He carefully climbed into the bed beside you, making sure to maintain a respectful distance, but you shifted closer, seeking the warmth and comfort of his body. The two of you lay there in silence, your breathing gradually synchronizing in the silence of the room. Joel watched over you, a rush of emotion ran through his body and he made himself feel comfortable against you.

“Don’t get too comfortable, Miller. Remember, we can’t fall in love” you whispered as you snuggled on his chest.

Joel couldn't help but chuckle softly at your whispered remark, even as his heart skipped a beat at the intimacy of the moment.

"I’m doing my best to keep that promise," he murmured in reply, not feeling sure of that promise anymore.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep as well. The warmth of your body against him lulled him into the best sleep he had had in years.

At that moment, there was no fake relationship, not pretending, but just two people resting in each other’s arms.

The next day, after a restful night of sleep, you woke up feeling better, better enough to go back to work. You decided to start again, putting aside the last argument with Joel and focusing on your own job. Besides, after last night, you were grateful for Joel and you couldn’t find yourself mad at him anymore. So, the first thing you did was arrange a bouquet of flowers for Joel and go to his gallery, making your way to his office. There wasn’t a signal of Joel, so you placed the cup of coffee on his desk, along with the bouquet, and some pastries, and left a note:

I know you hate flowers, but thanks for last night, I feel better because of you.

Then, you returned to your flower shop, hoping the note would make him smile.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur with you arranging flowers and serving customers as usual, and even when you kept yourself busy, your mind occasionally drifted back to Joel, anticipating his reaction to the flowers, and just as you were arranging a bouquet of sunflowers, your phone chimed, interrupting your thoughts.

Joel

Thanks for the coffee and the pastries, I’m happy you’re better, bee.

By the way, I don’t hate flowers anymore.

You smiled at that, leaving the message unanswered.

As night fell, you noticed Joel was still working in the gallery. So, you decided to pay him a visit.

When you arrived, the gallery was dimly lit, with the soft glow of lights illuminating the pieces of art displayed inside. You spotted Joel in the studio, focused on adjusting the lighting to highlight the details of the paint he was currently working on. Looking at him, this focus gave you a moment to appreciate his dedication and his own features under the cast light. You have never seen him this way, so focused as he smoked out the air of the cigarette between his lips.

He didn’t notice your presence until you approached inside the studio. Joel looked up from his work and his eyes met yours. Surprise flickered across his face as he took in your figure in front of him. The corner of his lips curled into a small smile.

"Bee," he said, setting down his brush and walking over to you. "I didn't expect to see you here."

You returned his smile, feeling a sense of ease wash over you in his presence. "You left early this morning, so I thought I'd stop by and see how you're doing."

“I wanted to let you sleep.”

You shrugged, a small smile playing on your lips “Well, your plan didn’t work.”

Your eyes shifted from him to his work. He was painting a portrait of a woman. You took a moment to admire the painting, intrigued by the way Joel's work, and your heart skipped a beat as you realized the woman in the painting was you.

"Joel," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "Is this... me?"

"Yes, it's you." He said as you stepped forward in front of him. You couldn't tear your gaze away from the portrait. It made you feel beautiful.

"Why?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

You felt Joel stepping closer from behind you, as you kept admiring the canvas. He took another step closer, and his hand gently cupped your waist, “Well- “he cleared his throat. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you today.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his words hung in the air. The gallery around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of you in a color you had searched for years.

As you felt his presence linger, you were able to cast a glance at him over your shoulder. Not speaking as you silently held his gaze, watching his eyes not leaving yours.

“Bee” he leaned closer to you, whispering smoothly in your ear, as his chest brushed your back.

You had been getting closer in the last weeks, but this moment was different and intense, and it was making your heart beat hard against your chest.

You tried not to be affected by the closeness, you were trying really hard, but everything around you was slipping away and Joel was the only clear thought you had in your mind. It was like you were under a spell.

He learned, leaving small kisses on your neck, as his hand travelled down the curve of one of your hips, gripping your skin all over the material of your clothes. He whispered your name against your skin, leaving goosebumps traced on it.

“Can I kiss you for real this time?” He whispered lustily.

You turned to face him, and his hands held your waist, your widened eyes locked with his, feeling a magnetic pull, a connection without boundaries, when the false reality you had created blurred, and all that mattered was the feelings pulling both of you closer right now.

As he stood there, in front of his own piece of art, his lips dropped down to your mouth, already devouring it with his gaze. You couldn’t help but feel wanted under his stare.

You didn’t react at first, his mouth took your lips in his and he properly kissed you for the first time, because this kiss was real, one you both wanted. His hands grabbed your waist and held you against him as if his life depended on it.

Kissing Joel for real felt like driving in a dead-end street, like crushing your bones against the waves of the sea just to be brought back to life. And he also felt like the sun at the end of summer burning deep down your legs being carried out by passion and desire.

A gasp escaped from your throat, Joel’s mouth moving over yours in slow motion, savoring the taste of your lips to never forget it again. Your kisses felt like eating the sweetest fruit in summer.

He gently pushed you against the wall as your legs spread, giving him closer access to you. As the kiss deepened, the feeling wasn’t just magical, but it was hot, with his tongue against yours. There wasn’t a proper way to get closer, but you wanted him closer, you wanted to feel him on top of you.

Joel slowly detached his lips from yours, looking flustered at the intensity of the kiss you had just shared.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You quickly nodded, as you traced your hands on his hair down to his neck and rapidly connected your lips with him. This time it was even hotter, now there was desperation in the touch.

The air in the room grew heavier, filled with the sound of small whines slipping from your lips as he travelled his way down your neck with his lips, you felt like his own canvas being delicately traced by his lips brushing over your skin, planting tattooed kisses on his way.

He was capturing every second of this in his mind, the taste of your mouth, the softness of your skin, and the sound falling out from your lips, as he didn't stop taking every visible inch of your skin in his mouth. Every touch sent shivers straight down where you wanted him the most.

A slow moan escaped from your lips as he hit the hot skin of your neck.

"Everything's f-"

You shut him down by furiously attaching his lips back to yours. His hand left the back of your neck, travelling down your chest as he remembered how every inch of your body felt under his touch and he smiled against your lips. The ache between your tights intensified at that, all while his hand pushed under your skirt and brushed where you wanted to be touched the most.

"Oh" you breathed.

Joel stopped kissing you for a moment to look at you, and he had a small smirk on his lips because he knew what he was doing. Leading not only by the desire but because of the mixed feelings he had for you.

“I’ve been really,” he kissed you “loving” He kissed you again “spending time with you”

And at that moment, breathing heavily against each other's faces, he kissed you again, and this time he went for it. He grabbed your bottom lip between his teeth as his hand rose higher on your tight.

He grabbed your waist, pulling you closer in a quick motion, your hand on your back holding your tight. You fell against his chest, falling apart under his gaze and touch. His lips pressed against you with a crazy need.

Your heart was beating so loudly in your ears when he kept caressing every inch of you, making you spin. His palm smoothed over the curve of your waist down to your bum and gripped it tightly, moving you even closer to him.

You let out a whine at that, and one your legs was pulling him on hold, kissing down his neck. You could feel him clenching under you.

He let out a groan, while you moved your hand along his chest down to his jeans, his own hand leaving your body to grasp your hold against him. He groaned low against you.

He stopped kissing you to meet your eyes briefly.

“I want you,” he said, capturing your lips as his teeth grabbed your bottom lip and his hand cupped the side of your face.

“You can have me” you whispered, resting your forehead on his.

He leaned forward, capturing your lips as he unbuttoned your blouse, your hands working on his jeans, and planted kisses on his mouth. Kissing him deeply as one of your hands rested between you two, as you wrapped your hand around him.

He lifted you with force as you wrapped your legs around his waist, your back to the wall. His hands on your hips to hold you right there. The air in your lungs was trapped in a bubble of incredible pleasure, but it still found a way to escape in rushed moans against his mouth as you both kept devouring each other.

He groaned against your mouth, lips parting, unable to utter other things instead of whimpers that drove you absolutely crazy.

Just as you were almost crossing the line of the agreement you made. A voice calling his name suddenly ruined the moment. He pulled away with a reluctant sigh, his eyes still locked with yours.

Fuck.

"Joel!" Tommy's voice echoed through the gallery, and you both turned to see his brother approaching.

Joel cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure, pulling you down carefully and fixing his jeans rapidly though his eyes still lingered on you.

"Tommy, what are you doing here?" he asked, leaving the studio.

Tommy chuckled, his grin widening. "Well, you told me to pick you over tonight.”

Joel blinked, momentarily confused by his brother's words. Then the realization dawned on him.

“You forgot? Because- Bee?” he asked in disbelief once he spotted you hiding behind the door of Joel’s studio in the gallery.

You stepped out from behind the door, feeling a bit awkward and ashamed. "Hi, Tommy.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye “What are you doing here?

You struggled to find words to explain your presence at the gallery at 09:00 p.m. “I just thought I’d stop by to help Joel.”

“With your mouth?” he asked you.

Joel shot his brother a warning look, but Tommy just grinned wider. “I’m sorry but your unbuttoned jeans and the messy hair speak louder.”

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks as you looked away, suddenly self-conscious under Tommy's teasing gaze.

Joel sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Tommy, can we talk about this later?"

Tommy laughed, clapping Joel on the back. "Sure, sure. I'll let you two get back to your... art appreciation."

With a final wink in your direction, Tommy made his exit, leaving you and Joel alone.

“By the way, you’re are getting pretty good at pretending,” he shouted for the last time.

“I guess he is right,” you said with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Joel nodded, but there was a contemplative look in his eyes. "I wasn’t pretending.”

There was a moment of silence between you two, the unspoken tension from earlier still lingering in the air.

Joel's words hung in the air, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What do you mean?"

Joel sighed, running a hand through his hair. " I care about you, Bee”

Your heart skipped a beat at his admission. He couldn’t believe he had just confessed something he only thought was in his mind and it left you both surprised.

After two days, both Joel and you were in a game of changing minds with none of you wanting to face each other after the events of the other night, when you almost crossed the line of pretending while tracing shades of love you didn’t want to admit. And if you face each other, your armor could fall again, and neither of you wanted that.

But you couldn’t stop replying to his words in your mind, wondering if he had truly meant them or if it was just a slip of the passionate moment that felt like a sin.

As evening descended two days later, you found yourself at the gallery once again. Contemplating your options. Going inside and falling into his language that made gravity fall too much or going back to your home and pretending Joel wasn’t your Achilles heel.

This time, you went for the first option, and the same soft glow of light was illuminating the space like the other night. However, this time it wasn’t the same. Joel was standing next to one of the art pieces, sharing a laugh with Lauren. They seemed to share a really good moment, with genuine smiles displaying on his faces, and it was clear that you had interrupted a moment between them.

Your heart sank at the picture. Just imagine bringing women to his gallery to fuck them in his studio was something casual for him.

You hesitated, before making up your mind and leaving, but your footsteps must have caught their attention because Joel's gaze locked onto yours, and he quickly excused himself from the conversation with Lauren. Lauren turned to look at you, her expression unreadable.

Joel approached you with a concerned look. "Bee? What are you doing here?"

You couldn't hide the hurt in your voice as you replied, "I came here to talk to you, Joel, but I bet you’re busy”

You felt a surge of disappointment and Lauren's presence behind only added fuel to the fire of your own humiliation.

“It’s not what-

“Joel? Are you ready for dinner?” Lauren's voice interrupted the moment, and you turned to see her looking at you both with a faint smile.

You couldn't help but feel like an intruder, and the conversation you and Lauren had the other day made sense. After all, they had a bond that couldn’t be broken.

"I'll... I'll leave you two to your plans." You whispered, with a heavy heart.

Without waiting for their response, you turned and made your way out of the gallery, the heavy weight of uncertainty settling in your chest. As you stepped outside into the cool evening air, you couldn't help but feel like you had let Joel play with your feelings.

You knew that the arrangement between you and Joel was built on a foundation of pretense, but recent events had blurred the lines on that. Before you could gather your thoughts, you heard the door to the gallery swing open behind you, and you turned to see Joel rushing out. His expression was a mix of concern and desperation as he called out to you.

"Bee, wait! Please, let me explain," he pleaded, his footsteps quickening as he closed the distance between you.

You weren't ready to hear his explanations, not now. You took a step back, your voice laced with hurt as you replied, "Joel, I don't want to hear it right now”

Joel's face contorted with regret, and he reached out to gently touch your arm, his voice filled with sincerity. "It's not what you think, Bee.”

But your heart was too wounded, and you shook your head, pulling away from his touch. "Stop playing with fire, Joel”

Without another word, you turned and walked away, leaving Joel standing there, watching you go with a heavy heart.

Deep down on your thinking your phone vibrated, it was Conell,

Conell

Hey, are you free for dinner with me?

You considered Conell's invitation for a moment, after all you could use some distraction from all things running through your head.

You

Sure, is everything alright?

Conell

I'll tell you when we meet. Let's say 9:00? I’ll pick you up.

After confirming the time, you put your phone back in your pocket and watched Joel and Lauren making their way to his car. You couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy settle into your body. Their interaction seemed natural, so familiar, and you wonder if this is how he had felt about her at the beginning of their relationship.

Joel opened the car door for Lauren, and as she got in, their laughter echoed through the quiet evening. They seemed at ease with each other, and it made you wonder if all that Joel and you had shared for the past weeks was insignificant.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you made your way to your car to arrive home and get ready for your dinner with Connell. Not without shooting a last glance back at Joel before getting into your car, his eyes briefly met yours, and there was a moment of unspoken language in his gaze as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. Then, he got into his car and drove away with Lauren by his side.

Your heart felt heavy after they left. A weight of uncertain feelings was running, making yourself questioning what was happening to you. Shaking your head to clear away the doubts, you started your car, drove home, and got ready for your dinner with Connell.

As you entered your house and prepared for dinner, you couldn't escape the thoughts of Joel in your mind. It was like he was hunting your brain and your heart and you swore that wasn’t going to happen. You even thought of canceling on Connell but he seemed to want to talk to you about something really important, so you ended up choosing an elegant but simple outfit, doing your best to ignore the pictures of that damn artist in your head.

When Connell arrived to pick you up, he greeted you with his familiar smile and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Some time ago, that small gesture would make your heart skip a beat, but now you didn't know what was happening.

Both of you arrived at a cozy but elegant restaurant and sat down for dinner. You both caught up in each other's lives, sharing stories of the time you had spent apart.

His career as a doctor and how your life has been going since you parted ways.

Being with him felt so comfortable and familiar that you even forgot about the mess you had in your life going on in your life right now. The way he threw his head back laughing at your jokes and how you always thought of him as your safe place and person, now brought back to you.

But as the night passed, Connell's demeanor changed and he took a deep breath before speaking. "There's something I need to tell you."

You looked at him, your curiosity piqued. "What’s wrong?”

He reached across the table and took your hand in his. "I came back not just for a job offer but because... I came back for you”

Your heart skipped a beat as his words sank in. "For me?"

Connell nodded; his eyes locked with yours. "No matter where I go or what I do, I can't stop thinking about you. I miss you, and I want us to have a second chance."

You were taken aback by his confession. The past had been complicated, but the idea of rekindling your relationship with Connell was both exciting and frightening. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts.

After all, you were single and you could end the stupid agreement with Joel and he could go back to Lauren and be the family they were meant to be, and you could simply ignore how your heart felt at that.

Connell’s voice broke your thoughts and he was looking at you with his blue eyes filled with sincerity. "I have an opportunity in London, and I want you to come with me.”

a/n: btw I only picture Connell as Paul Mescal and it may be because he played Connell on normal people haha.

tags 💌: @joeldjarin @borhapparker @fatima-marisa @kirsteng42 @paleidiot @harriedandharassed @runningmom94 @pedr0swh0r3

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crucifiedfaerie · 7 months

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Gibson Girl | Pt. 3 ༉₊˚✧

Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader

➴ Summary: After you reach your breaking point, Kylo does something you never expected to see from him.

➴ Part One | Part Two

➴ Word Count: 2.4k

➴ Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dom!kylo, slowburn, soft!kylo, we are so back!!, crylo ren, an insurmountable amount of angst (swearing, yelling, crying, kylo's internal suffering, brief mention of death but nothing happens), lots of fluff, SMUT (unprotected PiV sex, oral f!receiving, overstimulation, devoted!gentle!kylo, watch as i describe cunnilingus in excruciating detail for 5 paragraphs) typos probably

➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear @capitanostella @teapartydreams )

A/N: guys, gibson girl is officially complete. im actually so proud of how the entire fic turned out and i just wanna say thank you for the love you've given it. <3 it genuinely made me wanna keep writing and i hope you stick around for my future works, because i have so many good ideas in store. anyways, enjoy the third and final part of gibson girl. this is by far my favorite chapter of this trilogy, i was giggling, kicking my feet, and possibly crying while writing this... dare i say that this chapter is my magnum opus.

You approached his door, ears ringing from your rapid heart rate and the electric hum of the hallway lights. You wiped the sweat from your palms on your pants and let out a deep breath.

Before you could even think about knocking, the door shot open and you were forcefully pulled inside by two large, leather clad hands.

Kylo gripped your waist hard, and kicked the door shut with his boot. You yelped as he pushed you against it, hitting the back of your head on the durasteel.

He leant down, the cold metal of his mask grazed the fading bruise on your jaw, sending goosebumps crawling across your skin. "Gods, I've waited two weeks to feel you again. Im so glad to be back." Kylo purred, his modulator crackling in your ear. He reached up to begin unbuttoning your shirt. He only made it past the first button before the anger rose inside you.

You brought your hands up to his chest, pushing him off of you. "What the FUCK Kylo!" You yelled at him, feeling the tears prick your eyes. Surprisingly, he didn't stop you, taking a step away from you and tilting his head ever so slightly as if he were confused, which only made you angrier.

You were past your breaking point. "What is wrong with you?! You invite me here, whisper sweet nothings in my ear, then all of a sudden you hate fuck me and kick me out like I'm the problem?!" You sobbed and were practically screaming at him, you didn't care if he got mad, you needed to say this. "And now you invite me back acting like it never happened, wanting to- to what? Hate fuck me again?? You make NO sense, Kylo! It's like you're two different people!" You paused, breathing heavily and collecting yourself a bit before continuing. "And you wanna know the fuck of it all? You haven't even kissed me- gods!- You cant even face me. You hide behind that mask and hurt me like I'm some pet you love to hate." You spoke calmly now, the anger subsiding into a strange mix of sadness and apathy.

The apathy, however, was short lived. You had never snapped at Kylo like this before and he was the most feared man in the galaxy after all. The images of the many ways he could kill you flashed before your eyes. A lightsaber through the abdomen. Force choking the life out of you until your neck snapped. Slamming you into a wall until every bone in your body was shattered. You shut your eyes tightly and braced for impact, but it never came.

Each word you yelled at him had chipped a piece off his emotionless façade, and Kylo thought his heart might shatter along with it. The killing blow was how you stood before him terrified, shaking, waiting for him to lash out and strike you out of rage. He wasn't weak for loving you, he was weak for hurting you and he knew he couldn't do that to you anymore, not now... not ever. He felt something- someone inside of himself he hadn't felt in years, a man he thought he had killed, a man who he had almost forgotten the name of.

You only opened your eyes when you heard the click and hiss of his helmet. When he pulled it off you were met with his concerned, brown eyes. You stared at him in shock and awe, taking in every detail of him. The way his long, dark hair fell around his face, his perfect aquiline nose, the beauty marks that scattered like stars across his already beautiful face, the scar that began just above his brow, trailing down his face and disappearing below the neckline of his dark uniform.

Kylo dropped his helmet to the floor carelessly, the metallic clang loud enough for someone down the hall to hear. He pulled his gloves off quickly before throwing them to the ground and rushing over to you, taking your face into his hands and crashing his lips into yours.

His kiss was electric and full of desperation. As if he were a man lost in the deserts of Tattooine and you were Oasis East, Kylo drank you up feverishly. He was warm and tasted divine, like cinnamon and smoke.

When he pulled away, you both breathed heavily, lungs searching for air. "I don't hate you. Please don't say that." Kylo's voice broke, he was almost pleading with you, his eyes searching your face as if he were trying to get you to understand how he felt about you without him having to admit it out loud.

"Kylo... I-"

Suddenly your feet were off the floor, being carried over his shoulder to his bedroom once again, just like the first night he invited you here. Only this time you didn't feel like a bug caught in a spiders web. You felt safe. Needed.

As Kylo carried you, you kicked your shoes off carelessly, letting them fall to the floor of the hallway and you heard him breathe out a small laugh.

He sat you down on the bed and you noticed how he now handled you ever so gently, as if you were a precious, fragile thing he didn't dare risk breaking.

Kylo knelt in front of you and unbuttoned your shirt, taking extra care with each button before he slid it off of you. He gently looped his fingers into the waistband of your pants and underwear, pulling them both off in one go, leaving you completely naked.

He peppered kisses down your thigh before standing up, taking a step back to admire you, his dark eyes filled with adoration. With him being maskless, you became hyper aware of your nakedness. Your face flushed pink and you looked at the floor.

What he did next though, was something you weren't expecting. You watched in awe as Kylo kicked off his boots before shedding his cloak, his outer robes, his inner robes, his belt, then began methodically working at his shirt.

Oh my gods- why do you wear so many layers?

He shut his eyes and his mouth tightened into a thin line, as if he were stifling a laugh from hearing your thought. Kylo sighed, "Hush, its very cold on Starkiller, you know." He laughed softly as he pulled his shirt off, exposing the scars that littered his perfect frame.

He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them off before making quick work of his underwear. There Kylo was, standing before you completely naked, looking down at you with soft eyes. Not a creature in a mask, stalking you like prey, but a man carrying nothing but adoration and desire.

He stepped forward before leaning down and kissing you again, pushing you flat onto his bed. His hands explored every inch of your body, bare skin touching yours and for the first time you felt like equals. Two living, breathing human beings who needed one another desperately.

Kylo's hands had found home tangled in your hair and the sound of him moaning into your mouth was heavenly. He pulled away, hovering above you, his hair falling around his face like a dark curtain. "Please. Please let me show you how much you mean to me, little star." He was practically begging, his eyes searching yours. This was a version of Kylo you didn't know existed. It was as if he had been completely stripped of his coldness and apathy, left only with warmth and compassion.

You nodded, and he trailed his kisses down your neck and bare chest, his soft lips grazing your nipple, causing you to let out a soft whine. He smiled and continued down your stomach and hip, to your thighs. Each kiss sent warm tingles down your spine.

Kylo lifted your legs over his shoulders and kissed down your thigh, stopping at your heat. His cool breath made you shiver. Before you could form even a single thought, his face was buried between your legs.

The way he lapped you up like spring water and how his tongue grazed over your clit made you crumble into a whining mess. Your fingers weaved through his dark locks and you pulled instinctually, causing him to moan against your cunt.

He was knelt before you like a sinner at the altar, worshipping his god and silently begging for forgiveness through your pleasure.

"Mhm Fuck- Kylo I- Stop you're gonna make m-me cum." You whined. He knew you couldn't hold on for much longer, and he didn't care, your sweet moans only inspired him to go faster. He hummed something unintelligible, a wordless approval for you to let go.

Your thighs trembled around his face as your body unraveled on his mouth. The pleasure he gave you was divine, euphoric, and your vision clouded as he rode you through your high.

He pulled away from you panting, his mouth and nose damp from your juices. You felt the bed dip as he situated himself above you, his hips between your legs. He kissed you deeply and you could taste yourself on his tongue, tangy and sweet like summer fruit.

He pulled away "Gods- I've waited what feels like forever to do that." He whispered.

You held his face in your hands and kissed him again. "Please Kylo I need you." You wrapped your legs around his waist.

He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in slowly as he held you. He paused when he bottomed out, allowing you a moment to adjust to the size of his cock. You moaned loudly, still sensitive from the wonders he performed on you with his mouth.

Kylo began to move, slowly increasing the pace of his thrusts but still taking extra care not to be too rough. He looked down at you, his pupils blown with lust and love. He studied your face and how your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Kylo wanted to savor every detail of this moment, no dark visors obscuring his vision of you.

"I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now my star." He purred as he hit that sensitive spot deep inside you.

You moaned at the overstimulation. Kylo tilted his head down to kiss at your neck and your brain felt like static as you struggled to find words. "I- I was gonna say- hmm fuck- say the s-same about y-y..." You trailed off, lost in the pleasure.

Kylo chuckled against your neck, amused at your futile attempt to articulate a coherent sentence. "You're getting close again, sweet thing, I can feel it. S-so am I." He moaned, faltering at the end of his sentence.

You could only give a small hum and nod of agreement, words were too much for you, the contents of your mind had been completely emptied and replaced with thoughts of only him. Your desperate whines rang through his bedroom.

"Hm, fuck- cum with me. Cum with me my little star. Shit!" He was desperate now too, his thrusts sloppy as he held you in his arms.

You both reached your climaxes at the same time. Your visions clouded with white-hot stars, as if fireworks were going off in your brains. Kylo desperately muttered a long string of profanities as he came inside of you. He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily before rolling over so you were laid out on top of him.

You felt his cum leak out of you and onto his thigh as you rested your head on his bare chest. He reached for a random article of clothing that had been discarded on the bed and used it to clean you up before throwing it to the floor. He didn't care what it was, he would deal with it in the morning.

He sat up slowly, pulling you both back towards the pillows, and situating you so he could hold you and look you in the eyes.

He noticed you shiver and pulled the duvet over the both of you before speaking. "I'm sorry I made you feel like you didn't mean anything to me- for hurting you. I did it out of not wanting to seem weak, and yet I did the weakest possible thing I could have ever done." His eyes were filled with remorse and concern, his voice laced with shame. "The truth is I do care about you. The day I realized it was the day I hurt you and sent you away... and if could go back and change how I treated you I would." His voice broke.

"Kylo-" You began to speak but he quickly cut you off.

"If you hate me, please don't tell me." He begged. "I understand why you would, but I don't think I could bear hearing you say it out loud." He now spoke in a low whisper, as if he were terrified of his own vulnerability.

"Kylo I dont hate you, I promise. I just didn't understand you, but now I do and I lo-" You cut yourself off this time, thinking maybe you shouldn't say that to him. You couldn't handle rejection from him for a second time.

"I love you."

You heard his voice say it plain as day, you know he said it. You couldn't have imagined it. You didn't see his lips move, yet Kylo's voice rang loud and clear through your head. Your eyes darted to his and you saw him scanning your face nervously for a reaction.

Your eyes widened. "I love you too."

Is that what my thoughts sound like to him?

Kylo smirked, attempting to hide the large grin threatening to creep across his face. "Yes, I told you they're loud."

You laugh, causing him to laugh with you.

It was such a tender moment. Two human souls laughing together under the warmth of the covers, intertwined with each other, and floating in the vast, inky expanse of the galaxy.

#kylo ren #ben solo #star wars #kylo ren x reader #ben solo x reader #starwars x reader #kylo ren fanfic #ben solo fanfic #starwars fanfic #the force awakens #the last jedi #the rise of skywalker #crucifiedfaerie #saint writes - !#gibson girl #fanfic

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angelinthefire · 1 year

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ilovehowyouletmefall Destiel fics

So this is everything I've posted on AO3 since Nov. 5, 2020 (organized by length). I like to think there are a couple of unique contributions to the collective body of fanworks in here. If you haven't read my fic before, check it out, and I hope you find something you like!

my body aches to breathe your breath 839 words, rated E, PWP with feelings

Summary: “I used to think I wanted to possess you,” Cas said, his voice rough and confessional. “Fill your body with my true form, feel my grace in your fingertips, my light pressing against your skin."

Comment: "This is one of my favourite fics that I’ve read in like, a long while. It’s so lush, and hot, and hits the emotional beats sooo well"

Heal me with 3,023 words, rated T, 15x19 fix-it, hurt/comfort

Summary: When he gets the phone call, Dean thinks he’s finally cracked. But it doesn’t matter, because his legs are still carrying him to the crow’s nest, taking the stairs two at a time. And when Dean flings the bunker door open, Cas is there.

Comment: "ok dang I do not even know how you got ALL of this in just 3000 words, like my mind is blown at the sheer craft level. The sensory details that give it a lot of texture, the immediate facts of what's happening then translated into everyone's emotions and actions just being so tender and real. It's just all here."

Godot ain't got nothin' on me and my baby 10,489 words, rated M, MCD-ish, 15x20 fix-it, angst and depression

Summary: Castiel is the new Death. Dean can only see him when he's dying.

Comment: "This is so lovely and feels so right. As someone who's dealt with depression my whole life, the feeling of being stuck and just slightly outside of everything and everyone rang so true."

Status quo ante bellum 11,201 words, rated T, 15x19 fix-it, fluff and angst

Summary: Cas is back from the Empty, human, and convinced that his relationship with Dean is unsalvagable. Can Dean get his shit together in time to prove otherwise?

Comment: "Augh, this was so endearing. Cas stubbornly seeing only what he wants to see, and how restricted he feels by his human form ... Dean's food love language. Dean being frankly adorable. ... Great read <3"

Wandering Through Purgatory 11,216 words, mixed ratings G-E, anthology, purgatory fic, pic-fic

Summary: A collection of ficlets about Dean and Cas in Purgatory from back during the hiatus before season 8 when everyone on tumblr was writing pic fic and tag fic and spinning a fantastic version of Purgatory in our minds.

Comment: "I wasn't even remotely aware of when this was actually happening, BUT I'm glad I get to see these bits and pieces now and then, like a glimpse into the past. Much love❤️"

Full of Grace 11,399 words, rated E, 15x20 fix-it, fluff and angst and smut, trueform!Cas and tentacle sex

Summary: Dean wants to take things further with Cas. He just can’t get out of his own head. OR: Dean feels empty inside. Cas, um… fixes that.

Comment: "Holy fuck. First of all the writing is Unreal. Absolutely beautiful. Second of all this was simultaneously the hottest, most romantic, most genuine thing I've ever read. What the fuck I'm still completely gobsmacked"

Life Skills 26,052 words, rated E, s9 human!Cas, weird boy-bestfriends, fluff and smut and gender

Summary: Cas is human and comes to live in the bunker, and Dean spends a lot of time with him, sharing all of his favourite things. Dean can't help it if sharing things with Cas just makes everything better. Besides, it's Dean's job as Cas' friend to introduce him to the joys of human life. To teach him how to be human. And if one of the experiences they end up sharing is sex with women, well... that's just part of Dean's job as Cas' friend too, right? The desire is triangulated, the rituals are intricate.

Comment: "1: it was excruciatingly funny to see how far dean could take the 3-way (golden rule) without catching on to his own feelings 2: every single woman in this fic had me like "Good For Her" so well done there 3: 👀🔥🔥🔥🤌"

Ignite your bones 67,177 words, rated E, MCD, 15x19 fix-it, angst and grief

Summary: Chuck takes the Winchesters up on their offer in 15x19 and tells Dean to kill Sam. Dean, Cas, and Jack deal with the fallout for their relationships. It gets worse before it gets better.

Comment: "This fic flayed me alive and then put me back together again. Dean's pain throughout is so palpable, Cas's love so unshakeable, the tension between what they want and what they think they know and Cas trying to keep Jack safe and Dean trying to push everyone away and Cas's need to fix everything and Dean's determination to be broken. GOD. Oh and the way they're So Unwell about each other feels so true to their characters. I can't handle it. It's too good. I need to go outside and scream."

All your secret wishes series

I said show me something 7,195 words, rated E, 15x19 fix-it, PWP with feelings, toxic deancas

Summary: Dean didn't think that angels could feel love. But now that he knows he's wrong, he can use that to his advantage.

Comment: "This is so intriguing! You write a perfectly complex and at times disturbing alien Cas - and Dean! Dean, my man, what are you even doing. So very messed up and very Dean, I love it."

Forget your perfect offering 81,785 words, rated E, casgirl thesis

Summary: Cas was resurrected. Dean told Cas that he loves him, that he can have everything he wanted, but Cas has to stay with him. Cas promised that he would. The thing is, he didn’t realize how literal Dean was being. Now, Cas works on rebuilding Heaven with the angels, while he builds a new life with Dean. Neither of those things are as easy as Cas would have liked.

Comment: "the first fic in this series has been one of my all time favs so i was extremely excited for this sequel, and it did NOT disappoint!! u write every character so well and i love how much u focused on heaven and the angels bc i feel like the show never rly gave us closure and wasted a lot of opportunities w heaven/angel plot lines, which u absolutely nailed."

#destiel #deancas #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #fanfiction #by mi #long post

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misspearly1 · 1 year

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Congrats on your 1 year anniversary, beautiful! You're a joy to see and hear from!

I've thought about this for a bit and this would be my request.

Prompt #25 on the mix list:

“It hurts...” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you...”

It hits something very personal for me that constantly needs soothing.

But I won't lie to you, your sex pollen Joel fic with the weird bloater has been living rent free in my head to the point it's becoming "personal" 🥴 (Just trying to keep this PG.)

Oh, Naomi. Forgive me for how long I have taken to finish your request, but I am happy to say that I've completed it. You deserve all the love and so much more! I hope you enjoy what I've written and thank you for sending this in, my love. ❤️

Idiots in Love

Pairing: Joel Miller x You (F!Reader)

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Friends to lovers. Little bit of angst with a happy ending. Smut. Kissing. Oral (F receiving). Unprotected PIV sex. Fluff.

Prompts: “It hurts...” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you...”

Many Thanks to Char for doing the beta and writing all of the smut for me on this one. I couldn't have finished this story without you, beautiful! ❤️ @supernaturalgirl20

Observance is Joel’s speciality. He’s quite good at watching people go about their usual daily business and making little assumptions in his head about their character that, more often than not, turn out to be true. It’s a skill that he’s used for the longest time, even before the outbreak.

The man used this speciality with you too. At the time, he had his reasons as you were the newbie. You had just joined the community after being out on the road for so long and naturally, he was dubious of trusting you. Joel’s always been like that. Ever since he became a father, he grew wary of new people entering his life, and after the outbreak, he became even more cautious of strangers.

You were a stranger to him and initially, he assumed you were just taking the necessary time to settle in. You didn’t make any friends in the first three months you were here, nor any enemies. You kept your head down, finished your shifts at work and went home.

You spent a lot of time at home, even on your days off, and for a long while, Joel thought you were an introvert; someone who just prefers to be on their own and doesn’t like to be around others. He understood that as he sometimes doesn't want to be around others as well and much prefers his own company.

Joel had asked his brother about you before, and Tommy said that you were just more quiet than most, which is one of the many reasons why the man had his doubts in the first place. Being quiet isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but you were too quiet.

After having the pleasure to meet you, though, he was delightfully surprised because the little assumptions he made about you and your personality turned out to be different. He had a glimpse of your personality and wanted to know more. Not just out of curiosity or to appease his worries of trusting you, but because he was genuinely interested.

Your smile drew him in at first, it was warm and generous, but your voice was most shocking to him. You spoke softly. So softly in fact that he often thinks about how your first ‘hello’ sounded to this very day. The man expected you to be afraid of interaction, or awkward in conversation, but you were quite the opposite.

You were friendly and sweet with a good sense of humour. The kind that makes him laugh with authenticity and not just to be polite. And now, two years after meeting you, you’re still all of these things and more. Joel and Tommy were wrong about you. You’re not quieter than most. You’re just reserved. You open up and share personal things with those you trust.

And Joel is glad to be someone you can trust. You’re a real treat to be around, and whenever he isn’t with you, he thinks about you often. Which is what he is doing right now as a matter of fact. He wonders how you are feeling and what’s keeping you away. You weren’t feeling too good the last time he saw you on Sunday night, but you’ve been to work and around Jackson since then.

You and Joel spend quite a lot of time together. Almost every day actually, but since Sunday night, you’ve been rather distant. You walked him home, and were in a good mood too. You were humorous and giggly, walking side by side with your arms linked together to stay warm. It was a lovely night to take a stroll, and he enjoyed every second of it with you. However, once you had walked him to his front door, he turned to face you and was about to offer you to come inside for a cup of sweet tea when you stumbled into him.

You caught your balance quickly and apologised to the man, but when he asked if you were okay, you then complained about a sudden wave of nausea. He offered you to come inside for a glass of water instead, but you politely declined and said goodnight. Something didn’t feel right. Joel knows you like the back of his hand now and he could tell you were lying about feeling nauseous, but didn’t want to impose by asking you were sure or offering to talk you home.

Now that four days have passed since he last saw you, he wonders what he did wrong. At first, he just thought that you might have wanted some time to yourself, but you’ve been actively avoiding him and he wants to know why. He doesn’t want to sit around and think about you, he’d much prefer to be in your company, but only if you want his company too.

Pulling himself up from the sofa after lacing up his boots, he heads out the front door and makes his way over to your house. It’s not that far away. You only live three streets over from him, but he walked briskly with a determination for answers and an eagerness to see you again. In times like this where he hasn’t seen you for a while, it becomes clear how much he enjoys being with you. Truthfully, he misses you, especially the way your eyes light up with a smile every time you see him.

When rounding the corner to the street you live on, he smiles upon seeing your house. It’s like a second home for him as you’ve welcomed him inside plenty of times before. Joel knows something isn’t right. He isn’t paranoid or over-thinking things. You would have visited him by now, or called him via radio at the very least. You have his private channel as well just in case, and he’s not mad at you. He’s mad at himself for pushing you away.

As he jogs up the porch steps, he catches a glance of you in the living room and stops in his tracks to get a better look through the cracks in the blinds. Something is most definitely wrong. You’re crying, and the sight of you like this punches him in the gut. Your eyes were blotchy red and puffy, your cheeks glistening under the light above with a fresh set of tears. It’s beating him up to see you like this, and he’s hell bent on knowing the reasons why you’re upset.

Approaching your front door and knocking once before opening it, he stepped inside whilst calling out for you. “Hey, it’s just me, darlin” he says quickly, “I’m coming in-”

“Joel?” You cut him off before he could finish, “Shit, this isn’t really a good time. I’m um… I’m-”

“Upset and in need of a friend,” Joel cuts you off now, finishing your sentence. “I know, sweetheart. I could see through the blinds and I’m not leaving you like this.” He takes his shoes off and places them on the rack then shakes off his jacket and hangs it up on the hook, no doubt while you wipe the tears away from your eyes and make yourself look less upset than what you actually are.

As he enters the living room and takes a look at you, he sees that you have indeed wiped the tears and put on a fake smile as well. “I’m okay. It’s nothing.” You shake your head in denial, visibly lying through your teeth which only worsens the feeling in Joel’s gut because you’re trying to dismiss how you feel right now. “Just don’t want you to see me like this,” you whisper whilst lowering your head to avert his gaze. “I’m a mess, Joel.”

“Listen to me,” he sighs heavily and moves toward you, “It’s not a bad thing to cry, Y/N. It actually feels good to release it, and if you want to, just let it all out.” He slowly takes a seat on the sofa, but leaves a bigger gap than what he normally does to give you the space. “And yer not a mess. You’re beautiful, darlin’.”

“I’m just feeling emotional, you know?” You lift your head to look him in the eyes, “Like really emotional. More than I usually am, and I suppose it was too much…” You explain as another tear falls from your eyes, “...I don’t really cry in front of others. Especially you.”

“I understand,” Joel replies with a soft tone and lifts his hand to wipe the tears rolling down your cheeks. “And I’m sorry for barging in here too.” He smiles with a quiet, humourless chuckle. “I’d leave and give you space Y/N, but…” He pauses briefly with another sigh escaping him, “...But something tells me it’s not just feeling emotional. What’s botherin’ yer? If you want to tell me, I might be able to help.”

“It just…” You choke on the words while shaking your head again and the man lifts his hand again to cup your cheek, his thumb dragging across your skin as he moves closer. The action gave you comfort as you took a deep breath to gather yourself together. “It hurts…” Is all you could manage to say before closing your eyes.

“What?” He asks, brows furrowed with concern. Silence filled the air with that question, and it’s almost as if you were reluctant to answer him. Your lip trembled as you kept your eyes closed, like you didn’t want to look at him anymore. The man felt your heart-break and it was agonising to witness you so upset like this. It worried him. Right down to the very core, it worried him deeply.

He wraps an arm around your upper back, using his free hand to caress your arm and squeeze you reassuringly. “It’s ok. You can tell me, sweetheart. What hurts?” He asks again, to which you open your eyes slowly and make a surprised sound before gulping audibly. “Loving someone who doesn’t love me.” You reply, your eyes darting down to his lips briefly.

Only in that moment did Joel become aware of how close his face was to yours. It was exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest. He could feel it thumping in his ears. It was that loud. The man desperately wanted to lean in and kiss you, but couldn’t take the opportunity at this time. It feels like he would be taking advantage of you in an emotional state like this, even though he’s just watched you look at his lips.

“I don’t know who this person is that doesn’t love you, girl,” he breathes heavily, lustfully, “But they are a fool.” He shakes his head slightly, his gaze dropping to your lips then back to your eyes again. “It’s actually pretty hard not to love everything about you, darlin’.”

“Really?” You ask, your breath hitching as you speak, and when he nods with a serious look in his eyes, a trembling smile appears on your lips. He is the one you thought didn’t love you. It’s been a long time since you felt this way about someone. There’s something about Joel that just captured your attention and drew you in. From the very first moment you met the man, he had your attention.

It’s his eyes. The way his hazel eyes expand whenever he looks at you, which always follows with an enchanting smile. You like to make him laugh just to see that smile of his, although it doesn’t take much to make him smile anyways. He was stand-offish with you at first, naturally, but as soon as he warmed up to you, it just felt right. Like you were destined to meet him and feel that connection.

However, you’ve spent most of your life alone. Especially out there on the road where danger lurks around every corner. You knew you had found a place worth settling into the second you entered the gates of Jackson, but the second you laid your eyes upon Joel and heard that soft southern drawl saying ‘hello’, you knew you had found someone worth calling a friend. You just didn’t know at the time that it would progress into something more.

You should have seen it coming, the attraction was there in the beginning, but you didn’t want to risk losing him. Perhaps this was meant to be; the way it happened and how long it took for you both to come to your senses. Hearing those words from Joel was exactly what you needed to hear. It was enough to make you feel confident that he does love you more than a friend. He said it himself, ‘it’s pretty hard not to love everything about you’.

“Well, Joel Miller,” you break the silence with a bashful laugh, “You just called yourself a fool. It’s hard not to love everything about you too,” you admit while lifting your hand to cup his cheek, though he looked visibly annoyed. Not with you, but with himself. “Should have said something sooner. I-” he grumbles, and you watch as he looks at you with nothing but adoration in his big hazel eyes. “I should have done this sooner.” He says before closing the gap to place his lips over yours.

You gasped softly before kissing him back. It was beautiful. He is beautiful. His kiss is somehow better than you ever could have imagined, and you’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how it feels too. But to finally welcome his embrace made you feel light-headed in the very best way. You wanted to collapse into his arms and be completely wrapped up in his warmth.

You could feel the way his hand clasped your upper arm, as if he were silently saying he didn’t want this to end anytime soon. And neither did you. In fact, you wanted more. So much more. Your hands slid up his chest and your fingers pawing at the buttons of his brown checked shirt as he tilted his head to the side with a request you’re familiar with.

It’s been a while since you’ve felt intimacy like this, but you haven’t forgotten what all the subtle movements mean. You respond to the man with the softest moan and part your lips, granting him entry. Although your eyes were closed, they rolled back upon feeling his tongue slip inside your mouth. It felt so good, and the sound of his quiet grunts made you whimper with a burning desire to hear more. You wanted to hear everything he could offer. Everything you could draw out of him.

You break off for a breath of air, moaning needily. “Joel please.”

You lean in and your lips connect with his again, but this time fervently, with heat and passion in your movements. You run your hands up his chest and begin popping open the buttons, your hands shaky and frantic with arousal. You haven’t felt this horny in a long time. It’s almost as if you’ve become feral. Just so utterly desperate to feel more of his touch in areas of your body that you need it most.

The thought of him entering you makes you whimper and your legs squeeze together with a throbbing pulse in your nether regions. “Let me.” He mutters before pulling back to tear his shirt up his body and exposing his wide chest for your eyes to admire. Your gaze lands on his taut pecs and the softness of his stomach, your brows raising with delight at the trail of hair underneath his belly button that leads into his jeans.

You bite your lip with sinful thoughts crossing your mind and see him blush in the corner of your eyes. The way you were staring at him with nothing but attraction brought a flattered smile to his lips. He felt sexy under your ogling. “Hey,” he says, tearing your attention away from his body by placing his thumb under your chin to lift your gaze, “Eyes on me, gorgeous.”

As he leans in and places a kiss to the corner of your mouth, you shudder under his featherlight touch and tilt your head back to relish the tickle of his beard against your skin. He nips a path along your jaw whilst his hand slips around the back of your neck, keeping you in place as he inflicts his bruising kisses to your neck.

Your mouth falls open with a breathy moan escaping your lips, to which he responds with a whispered reassurance, “I got you, babydoll. Just relax and let me take care of yer.” Nodding to the man as you slowly laid yourself back into the sofa, he moved with you and carefully distributed his weight over your body.

His hazel eyes were glazed over with lust as he stared down at you, the corners of his mouth curling into a devilish smirk. “Now this don’t seem fair. You’ve far too much clothes on, doll.” Your heart thrummed loudly in your ears as his hand skimmed down along the curve of your waist, the ache between your legs growing by the second.

“Then do something about it,” you breathed out raggedly and before you could blink he had pushed himself onto his knees and was pulling your leggings off. With one tug he had left you bare from the waist down and when his eyes slowly took in the sight of you, wet and throbbing with need, he growled. “Goddamn. Now that’s a sight I’ll never get used ter….So damn pretty.”

He surged forward and captured your lips in a searing kiss and the feel of his tongue running along the seam of your bottom lip had you moaning beneath him. His hands roamed the expanse of your skin and you couldn’t help but shiver with anticipation when his rough hands pushed your top up slowly, exposing your breasts.

The cool air made the peaks of your nipples harden instantly and he groaned into your mouth when he grabbed your breast, massaging it roughly before tweaking your nipple with his forefinger and thumb. “Take it off, babydoll,” he rasped as his hands moved to help you pull it over your head.

“So darn beautiful,” he breathed as his lips found yours again. The ache between your thighs was beginning to become unbearable and you desperately wanted to feel him slip inside you. “Joel, please,” you begged as you lifted your hips up to grind against his hard length.

Pulling away with a groan, he looked down at you with a sly smirk on his face. “What do yer want, babydoll? Tell me and I’ll give it to yer.” His hand moved down slowly along the skin of your stomach and you gasped when his fingers found your aching core. Closing your eyes, your body shudders as he runs his fingers along your slick.

“Please,” you whimper, “Wanna feel you, Joel. Wanna feel you inside of me.” His lips graze your neck before his teeth nip your skin and release a strangled groan. “Not yet, sweetheart. Gotta make sure yer ready for me.”

His mouth began to leave a trail of kisses along your neck, down over your breasts and stomach until his face was completely nestled between your thighs. His tongue licks along your folds and you moan as your back arches off the couch, your hands finding purchase in his hair.

He groans into your cunt as you tug hard on his hair and the vibrations make you gasp. He moves one of your legs over his shoulder and buries his tongue inside you. Jesus, he’s good at this. It makes you wonder how many women he’s been with but those thoughts don’t linger as he works you towards your release.

He alternates between licking and sucking and shoving his tongue inside you and you are a complete and utter mess below him. Writhing in pleasure. That heat begins to build and you can feel yourself teetering along the edge. “Joel,” you whimper, spurring him on and when he suck’s on your bundle of nerves, you come hard with his name on your lips.

Lifting his head, his tongue licks around his lips as he moves above you completely. Dazed and still horny, you reach up and kiss him tasting yourself on his tongue. You can feel him hard against you and your hands fumble with his belt as you try to free him from his jeans. He pulls away from you and quickly pops open the button and pulls at the zipper, pushing his jeans down his thighs and just past his knees.

He doesn’t take them off completely and you look up at him with confusion. “No time, darlin’. Wanna feel you now.” Leaning over you once more he pumps himself twice before lining himself up with your core, the tip of his cock nudging your entrance.

“Sure about this?” He asks, his voice soft and low as he stares you down, “Because once I take you, I ain’t ever letting you go.”

“I’m sure.” You nod frantically, “Now fuck me. Please, Joel.”

He thrusts his hips forward, sheathing himself within you and he releases a strangled groan at the feel of your walls around him. “Jesus! So goddam tight.”

After giving himself a minute to calm himself, he begins to move in and out of you, pulling his cock back until just the head is inside you and thrusting back inside. Your arms grip his back as his hips grind into you, seemingly hitting that secret spot deep within and you can feel yourself on the verge of coming again.

“Fuck babydoll I’m close, are you close? Wanna…wanna feel you come around me before I….fuck,” he groans as his hips begin to falter. You move your hand down between your joined bodies and rub over your swollen bud, and within seconds you’re coming with a strangled groan of his name.

Joel thrusts twice more before quickly pulling out, coming hard as his spend coats your stomach. His breathing is ragged as he stares down at you, his eyes taking in your blissful dishevelled state. “So pretty like this, with my cum painting your skin. I love it…” He sighs softly, cupping your cheek, “I love you, babydoll.”

“Love you too, Joel,” You say with a smile.

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redbleedingrose · 1 year

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You gotta gimme 3, 4, 5 👀 pleeeeeaaaaseeeeee?

Oh hey cutie <3333

I will literally do whatever you want tbh so just lemme know <3333

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

I think Coming Home by @acourtofwhatthefuck was so amazing and really had me falling in love with Azriel. And it was to the point where I was constantly thinking about him, and I think I kinda just had the idea of Always running through my head for a while. I didn't really think anything of it because I truly thought I was a horrific writer, but @fieldofdaisiies just told me to put it out there and she would let me know her thoughts, and that was basically the reason that I wrote part 1. It was super short and I think I cringe rereading it now, and I def need to go back and edit things but I was so surprised by the response that I got from everyone.

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

I think I answered this question before for another ask, but girlllll you already know where I am headed with this one. I love Chasing Starlight, but your other works are also literally so so so good. Like As I descended ??? I just read that a couple days ago and I was speechless. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, because if you did, you would have no doubt in your mind about how good you actually are.

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

I feel like I am genuinely always excited to read whatever fanfic I find interesting in terms of the summary. I think the only pet peeves I have are if the plotline is just angst the entire time. Like no resolution in sight, just straight up suffering the entire time. I feel like I am someone who needs a good mix of angst and fluff and smut. If I am reading the story and I am picking up on the same feeling the entire time, I get annoyed and stop reading it. I don't know if that is the right way to explain it, but I don't know how else to explain. But in terms of grammar or anything like that, I don't really care because I can understand people are trying their best and tbh my grammar sucks so I don't judge people for it.

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fireflylitsky · 1 year

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Wednesday and seconds for the fanfic asks!!!

Wednesday- A fic I've posted I think is underrated. Oof you just had to pick the one that makes me have to defend my writing, didn't you XD Well, statistically speaking, and in my heart, it's Issue Paper. The pairing is very unpopular (Obito/Konan) and it's this really kind of bizarre mix of ETL, angst, humor, smut, christmas/modern/coffee shop AU that I think just doesn't jive with most people. But man do I have fun writing that one 🤣 and I won't stop🙃 (though I'll be slow about it.) There is a whole section where Obito is appalled that Konan hasn't seen Gremlins. Then they have to watch it.

That's a subplot to me, apparently.

There are no rules, I'm just writing what's fun with that fic and sometimes that means making Obito pine like wimpy little wet paper bag man, or giving Konan real world struggles with anxiety, or making Kisame the cheekiest little shit of a best friend to her. It's also the fic I spew out a bunch of my little side ship cameos that I love so much (Juugo/Hinata, Sai/Haku, Shisui/Yamato)

It's a lot of fun for me, but it's by far my least popular in terms of hits and engagement, especially compared to the effort I put in. I think there are some genuinely funny moments in it, and I've gotten some really lovely feedback. The people that like it seem to really like it, and I care about that a lot more than big showy numbers.

Seconds- shortest fic

That's gonna be The Great Pumpkinshark at 1,288 words. This one practically wrote itself tbh. I think I wrote it on my lunch break at work. Pure domestic fluff and humor (with a just little nastiness because Hidan) to push not only my agenda of cool Uncle Kisame, but also Kakuzu adopting little Fuu. It happened to fall over the bisection of KakuHida week and Kisaween, and yeah, boom. It just kind of happened. I really like this fic, which I don't say about my own writing often.

#asks #Writing #fanfiction #Naruto fanfiction #Thanks for the ask!!!!#firefly writing #Fic: issue paper #Fic: the great pumpkinshark

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laurensprentiss · 2 years

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Forbidden Fruit [Hotch x Reader]

Part 4:

Screencap credit: @lovelessmotel thank you for your service, Em.

A/N: genuinely, I apologise so much for the HUGE wait in posting this, but I just get so burnt out after writing and I had so much trouble figuring out the logistics of this, so have this as consolation. I hope it doesn’t disappoint. Thank you to the besties @arsonhotchner and @ssahotchie for reading this over and giving me moral support to finally post and for listening to me lament about this fic. Also a HUGE thank you to T @hotchs-bitch for giving me the idea for the second part to this chapter and getting me out of this writing slump!!

Warnings: haha. here we go: 18+!!! Explicit smut. Dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, subtle d/s dynamics, cockwarming, unprotected p in v, tenderness, some fluff. *deep breath* Zach being an ass, some angst if you squint, car sex, dry humping, creampie and some sugar daddy vibes at the end. Okay go nuts.

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“I’m not done with you yet.”

Full. It’s the first coherent thought you have as you slowly return to consciousness from a surprisingly deep sleep. Overwhelmingly full, naked, and warm - weightless, with a warm pair of lips skating over your collarbone and across your shoulders.

Two days of your body being on high alert, full of adrenaline and being thoroughly fucked out, left you tired enough that you’d passed out in your boyfriend’s father’s bed.

In his arms.

Seemingly reading your mind, Mr Hotchner pushes himself up on an elbow slightly to kiss your neck, a large hand running along your stomach, travelling upwards to caress your breasts. You instinctually lean into his touch, mewling at the feel of him hardening inside you.

Shivering warmly at the memories of last night - Mr Hotchner’s sheer strength and fervour, his filthy mouth and your own actions replay in your mind, visions of him between your legs, fucking his come back into you before you both passed out.

“I was wondering when you’d finally wake up, sweetness.” He coos. He gently rocks into you, asking, “Is this okay?” And you nod, needing more friction. His voice after a few hours of disuse is deeper than before, raspy, croaky, rich and it goes straight to your core, making you flutter around him.

He chuckles at your reaction, thrusting languidly and tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. “You doing okay, baby? You woke me up with those sweet moans, I think you might’ve been dreaming of me.”

You inhale sharply when his fingers pinch a nipple and soothe it by lazily caressing the pebbled flesh. You reach an arm around behind you to tangle your fingers in his mussed hair.

“What makes you say that?” You whimper, biting back a louder moan when he thrusts deeper.

You can’t recall a single minute over the past two days when you haven’t been wet and painfully aroused with his presence around you, and with his come still inside you, you’re slick, throbbing and ready for him to fuck you like he did last night.

You feel empty when he pulls out of you, but he quickly maneuvers himself to settle between your legs, his cock rubbing up and down your slit.

“Because your pussy was fluttering in your sleep. I could feel you squeezing me.” He rasps. “Put me inside you again, sweetness. Get it nice and wet first, and slide me inside you.”

His words make your breath hitch and a rush of molten heat spreads in your stomach when you look at him. His eyes are dark, and focused on you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

You swallow thickly, reaching in between you to wrap your fingers around his heavy cock, slick and hard. Your skin prickles, eyes rolling back as you rub him up and down your slit, allowing the head of him to collect your mixed juices.

“Fuck, sweetness. That’s it. Use it how you like.” He grunts.

Your eyes roll back when you slap his cock lightly against your clit, your legs jolting at the sharp pleasure. You lean up on your elbows slightly to watch as he slides inside you, inch by inch, satisfying your craving for fullness again.

“Were you dreaming of my cock fucking you again?” He asks, slowly driving into you, burying himself to hilt and grinding against your pelvis, before pulling almost all the way out and back in again.

You cry out, licking your dry lips. “Yes, Daddy. Just like this. Fuck. Oh, that feels so good. Please.”

“Yeah? Just like this? You like my cock stretching this little cunt out? You love it don’t you? Being my good little girl, taking Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes. I love it, just like that. Fuck.” You whimper desperately. There isn’t a lot of leverage for you to buck against him, but you try anyway, arching your back and working your hips to meet his thrusts in a search for even more friction. “I love taking your cock, I love being your good girl.”

This isn’t a fuck with finesse; it’s not clean, it’s not pretty. It’s just the two of you working in tandem to chase that high, and a large hand grips your thigh, hooks your leg around his waist to fit more snugly.

He draws out your pleasure, fucking into you deep and slow, causing a tight string of pleasure to vibrate inside you, starting at your throat and ending at your toes.

“You do? You love moaning for me? Screaming for me?”

Your hands search for more, running across his broad shoulders and arms, his tense chest as he drives into you and his physicality alone brings you closer. He’s strong, heavy, and large, weighing you down deliciously.

“Scream for me again like you did last night baby. There’s nobody to hear you. Nobody else around to hear what a dirty, pretty little slut you are for Daddy.” His words remind you of your reality, chasing yet another high with your boyfriend’s father, taboo, sinful but you’re too far gone to care.

You suck air into your lungs, willing your racing heart to slow down as he snaps his hips harder and faster, his forehead pressing against yours. The air around you becomes hazy and heavy with lust, the two of you completely wrapped up in one another, drowning in pleasure.

“Please, Daddy. I wanna feel you.” You moan, your foot rubbing against the backs of his strong thighs. Your arms wrap around his neck and shoulders and pull down, wanting to feel the weight of him on top of you. “Please. Please, daddy. Let me feel you?”

His lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks, dropping his weight so his stomach and chest are flush with yours and you moan, eyes rolling back with pleasure. “I can’t get enough of this sweet little pussy, I wanna feel you come for me again. Think you can do that? Come for daddy? Squeeze my cock like I know you can?”

His words make something liquify in your abdomen, a warm rush of anticipation that travels down your spine and sends sparks to your nerve endings. “Yes, daddy. So close for you already, keep doing that.”

“I can feel you, baby. You take me so well, so fucking good. You look so pretty when you let me make you come, while I take care of my special girl.”

“It’s so much, daddy.” You whimper, pulling at him to feel him impossibly closer.

“You need to stop?” He asks, searching your eyes.

You fumble for anything to tether you, drowning in the feel of his cock hitting that crook inside you that makes you tense and twitch. “No. No, don’t stop, please. Keep going?”

“We’ll get you there together okay? All I want you to do is just breathe and focus on how good my cock feels inside you. You need to take a break, you tell me.”

Your heart hammers wildly, conflicted at the tenderness and raw sexual chemistry, the noises of your wetness and heavy breathing filling the room.

“Think about what you might want from me tomorrow.” He punctuates his words with a thrust. “Maybe you want my fingers. Inside your pussy?”

Thrust.

“Or my mouth? I know you love that.” He licks up the column of your throat, sucking on a pulse point.

Thrust.

“Maybe I run you a bath afterwards for being such a good girl?” His biceps flex as he drives into you, and your hands curl around the muscles, feeling them bunch under your skin.

He reaches down and rubs small circles on your clit, red hot pleasure crackling down your spine. His lips leave a kiss on your shoulder and it occurs to you that you love the feeling of his lips on your skin, something you hadn’t gotten to feel until last night. His words make you wetter, fanning the heat inside you until you’re choking on the smog.

“Tell me more.” You whimper, grabbing his hair.

“Maybe I’ll make you come with my cock, bury it deep inside this hot little pussy that I love so much. Maybe I’ll get my mouth on you again.” Your legs begin trembling at the steady build up of his fingers on your clit and his cock moving inside you faster now. “Do you want that, sweet girl?”

You nod weakly, gulping down enough air to keep you going but he feels too good on top of you, inside you, his deep voice whispering in your ear. “Words, sweetness. What do you want my mouth to do?”

“Lick me.” You whimper, the heat in your tummy spreading to your limbs as his cock and thick fingers work you harder, your body encased by his.

A deep noise rumbles in his chest. “What else?”

Blood rushes in your ears as you imagine it. “Kiss me. Suck on me.”

“Yeah? Are you going to let me make you come over and over again until you can’t stand? Are you going to give me all of your orgasms?”

You let out a loud moan when a particularly hard thrust hits that spot inside you, rubbing against your walls, and in taking the hint, he continues to angle his thrusts the same way, his eyes glued to you as your eyes fall shut.

“Yeah? Is that it? That’s the spot?”

“Yes, daddy. Right there, right there. I want to feel all of you inside me, on top of me.”

“Good girl.” He coos. “I know you can take it. Just relax and let me make you feel good, I know you’re close, I can feel you squeezing me.”

Your body feels like it’s on fire, your nerve endings singing as he continues to rub against that spot deep inside you and rubs your wet clit with slow, sure circles to bring you up steadily.

“Come on.” He whispers encouragingly, rubbing faster and more urgently. “Come for me sweetheart, scream for me. There’s nobody here except you and I, nobody to hear how you’re fucking your boyfriend’s father in his bed. Nobody can hear how bad you really want it, how good I give it to you.”

That’ll do it.

You come apart a few deep thrusts later, your pussy desperately gripping onto his cock as your release drips down your ass and thighs. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm until he spills inside you, warm and wet and it’s almost too much, making you lean away from his touch for some much needed reprieve.

Your body feels boneless, weightless, and brain fuzzy. You feel the bed dip with your eyes closed; and he returns with a warm, damp washcloth a few moments later, placing a kiss on your lips as he gathers your release mixing with his.

Him kissing you on the mouth is still not something you’re entirely used to and it feels foreign, in a way where you can’t get enough and chase the taste of him.

“You did really well, baby. So, so good.”

You hum a half-response, lifting your arms to wrap them around his shoulders as he kisses you deeply, settling in between your legs and it strikes you that this is the most intimate you’ve been with him. You’re both naked, fucked out, and he’s laying between your legs, slowly, deeply kissing you, sucking on your tongue while your boyfriend remains stranded at his aunt’s house.

You feel over his large shoulders, revelling with the feel of his body weight on top of you as his hands skirt down your sides, tongue licking into your mouth with enough fervour to leave you breathless. When you separate for oxygen, his eyes remain closed for a moment before opening, crinkling around the edges as he smiles.

“Hi.” He whispers, pecking your lips again.

“Hi.” You whisper back, dissolving into shy laughter.

“You doing okay?” He asks.

“Little sore,” you admit truthfully. “But really, really good otherwise.” You finish, rubbing your foot over his calf. “You?”

“Oh, don’t you worry about me. I’m in heaven.” He laughs.

———

In the undeniable light of day, with the early morning sun creeping in from behind rainy clouds, the guilt settles in and you realise.

You’ve made a huge mistake.

You look over at the man sleeping on the bed next to you, and thank your stars that he’s a deep sleeper. Because now, the beginnings of a plan ruminate in your mind; namely that you need to just leave, as quietly and as quickly as you possibly can.

What you’ll tell Zach, where you’ll go or even how you’ll get there, you’re not sure. You just know that you’ve made the biggest mistake you’ve ever made, and you’ve made it four times in half as many days.

The guilt weighs you down though, and renders you to a daze, one where you’re unable to move and lying stock still with only the sheet covering your modesty, overthinking yourself into oblivion.

Zach is cheating, sure.

But you don’t know how far it’s gone between them or the nature of the relationship. What he’s done is wrong, definitively wrong, but you can’t help but feel like you made the bigger mistake.

Sleeping with his father. In his childhood home.

“Fuuuuck.” You grit out quietly and run an exasperated hand over your face and hair. You slowly peel the covers off, and gather your things with baited breath, slipping on your bra and sundress from last night’s dinner, scanning the room for your white lace panties.

You try looking under the bed, but a particularly creaky floorboard makes Mr Hotchner stir in his sleep, so you forgo them, unable to recall if you were even wearing any last night. You hope for the best, tiptoeing out of his room, but before you do, a pang of guilt lodges itself further into your throat.

This one is unrelated to Zach.

You feel terrible about ducking out of Mr Hotchner’s house without an explanation after two days of mind- blowing sex. You inhale sharply and head into Zach’s room, figuring you don’t have time to wait - you stuff the few things that you’d unpacked back into the suitcase, check in on a still sleeping Mr Hotchner, and call an Uber from further down the block.

You fire off a quick text to Zach, excusing yourself - telling him that your cousin heard you were in town and wanted you to come stay with her for a few days. Luckily, he’s not too bright - he won’t question why you’re suddenly fleeing his home after a night alone with his father, he won’t question if you’re okay. He doesn’t care.

He never cared.

That lessens the weight of your guilt but you’re firm on needing some space away to figure out your next steps.

You need some distance.

———

When Hotch does wake up, around twenty minutes after you leave, he’s confused by the lack of warmth next to him. After feeling around blindly for your soft skin, he opens one eye and finds the bed next to him empty. Slowly sitting up, he listens for the faucet in the bathroom or even footsteps in the hallway, thinking maybe you’d gone into Zach’s room but when he calls out to you, he’s met with silence.

A thought begins to occur to him, anger, frustration and something that feels a lot like rejection bubbling up inside his throat as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants and paces down the hallway into Zach’s room to find your suitcase gone.

“Damn it.” He grits out, running a hand through his hair.

He hears a key hit the front door downstairs, Jack’s voice travelling up the stairs as he and Zach step inside. His eyes widen at what’s coming next. Jack’s first step will be to hurtle up the stairs three at a time, as fast as his small legs will carry him right into Hotch’s bedroom. He jogs lightly back into his bedroom, beating Jack there, stuffs his discarded clothes haphazardly into the bathroom next to him, and pretends to make the bed as Jack comes to a stop in the doorway.

“Hi, Dad!”

“Hey, Buddy! Did you have fun at Aunt Jess’?” He asks, crouching and ruffling his hair.

Jack nods eagerly and proudly hands Hotch an origami boat that he made with his grandpa last night, his eyes twinkling. “Can I have pancakes for breakfast?”

“Sure thing, buddy. Go get washed up, I’ll start breakfast.” He tells him, right as Zach comes up behind his brother.

“Hey.” Zach says.

“Hey, bud. Breakfast?” Hotch asks. He covertly glances to his right where the pile of clothes sit on the floor, thankfully out of Zach’s view, but his own eyes fall to a flash of white on the floor, right next to the bed. He moves over to them, kicking them under the bed inconspicuously.

“Sure.” Zach replies. He tells his father about your sudden change of plans to stay with your cousin and Hotch swallows, nodding nonchalantly when Zach asks, “did you happen to see her before she left?”

“Ah, no. Must’ve missed her. I think I was asleep, she probably didn’t want to wake me.”

Zach makes a noncommittal noise, peering at his phone, his eyes lighting up. He looks back at his dad. “So. Pancakes?”

“Sure thing.” Hotch replies, sighing in relief when Zach leaves. He crouches down to pick up your white panties, crumpling up the lace in his hands. He can’t help but bring the fabric up to his nose and inhale deeply, memories of his face buried between your legs making him salivate.

He tucks them safely into his own underwear drawer, unsure of what to do with them, but knowing for sure he doesn’t want to discard them just yet.

———

A tense week and a half and more of your cousin’s constant-albeit-well natured questions later, you finally admit that you’re rethinking your relationship with Zach. Truthfully, it had been a long time coming, you’d come close to a clean break a month before he invited you on this ill-fated trip to Fairfax, only to cheat on and neglect you the entire time.

With some distance in place and only a few days left before you leave to go back to college, you need to end it.

Now.

Even in the week and a half you’ve been less than 10 blocks away, Zach’s contact with you has been minimal. And while you’re not surprised, you do find yourself wandering more and more about Mr Hotchner, your last encounter, and what he must think of you.

His son’s girlfriend. Cheating on his son. Five times. And leaving without a trace.

You omit the last part when you tell your cousin and she sympathetically tells you she’s sorry, although you know what she’s thinking.

That you can do better.

The morning after you tell her, she offers to take you to DC to get your mind off things, which helps some, but your mind remains more preoccupied with thoughts of Mr Hotchner than about your impending break up. At around 6pm, your cousin ends up getting paged to the hospital for an emergency, which is how you end up stranded in the DC countryside, on the way to Fairfax, with a car half inside a ditch during a torrential downpour.

You try calling your cousin three times but it goes straight to voicemail and you begrudgingly dial your last and only other option.

Zach.

You thank God for your inability to make a decision in that instance, grateful that you hadn’t broken up with him just yet. The first time you call, it unsurprisingly goes straight to voicemail and as you dial a second time, you receive an incoming call from him.

“Hey, babe.” He pants.

Your grit your teeth, the pieces of why he couldn’t answer the phone falling into place. “Hey. Listen, is there any way you can come and get me? I just skidded and now Liv’s car’s stuck in a ditch.”

He makes a long, drawn out noise that already tells you no. “Babe, I can’t right now, I’m watching Jack for the night and he’s already asleep. But y’know what? Let me call Dad, he should be able to come get you.” He suggests.

Your heart lurches into your stomach. “No! No, no. That’s okay. Don’t do that. Don’t put him out, I’ll just call a tow truck and a cab or something.”

“Are you still in the car?”

“No, I couldn’t stay there. I thought the car might tip, so I got out while I could.”

“Okay well it’s pouring down.” He argues. “Just send me your location, I’ll call Dad to come get you. I gotta go though, I think Jack’s stirring - send me your location, okay?”

And he hangs up.

You genuinely weigh the risk of soaking through your clothes and catching pneumonia vs seeing Mr Hotchner again but as a semi passes by and kicks up a large puddle of freezing water onto you, you quickly send Zach your location.

You’ll deal with the consequences, as long as you’re warm and dry soon.

———

He’s a perfect gentleman because he knows it’s not just his neck on the line. Being set up on dates by Rossi always goes the same way. He meets the date at the restaurant, which gives them opportunity to cancel at the last minute if they wish. He pulls their chairs out for them, orders a bottle of the house Cabernet and makes polite conversation.

Except the dates never go anywhere.

The first three years were the hardest.

He didn’t date, rarely socialised, buried himself in work and his two boys as a distraction from the grief after his wife died. If he tries hard enough, he can pinpoint the exact moment Zach slipped away from him, and as much as he’d like to blame his mother’s death, he knows it was the divorce beforehand.

He was old enough to choose. And he picked his mother. Not that Hotch blames him, his work took him away from home so much, he knows he’d have done the same thing if his own mother had ever divorced his father.

Then, when Zach went off to college, came a blurry two years of endless women, bars, and him leaving before the sun came up.

In the time since then, he’s been craving something more. Human connection, intimacy. And on paper, the date in front of him is exactly his type. Divorced with a little girl, busy career, blonde hair, tall. Leggy.

Age appropriate.

Not dating his son.

But he finds his mind wandering to you.

He’d made sure of one thing; even in the two blurry years of endless women he’d sooner forget than remember.

To never sleep with them.

He’d had sex, sure. But every encounter had been the same.

He’d meet them, they’d go to her place, have sex and he’d leave in the middle of the night without plans of ever calling them back or seeing them again.

But somehow, wires ended up becoming tangled with you, temptation became too hard to resist and after a taste, he’d become addicted. He’s been carrying the anger of that morning with him since you left, rejection and embarrassment burrowing their way into his chest.

The panties remain in his underwear drawer, sandwiched between his own boxer shorts and well used, he’d become accustomed to using them, holding the lace against his cock while he got himself off with his own hand.

His phone vibrates face down on the table and he declines the call with an apologetic look on his face.

His date looks impressed and continues her conversation. “But yeah, it’s actually my sister who introduced me to Dave, he’s a great guy but I do find he’s an acquired taste.” She laughs.

“Yeah, it’s a surprisingly popular opinion.” He agrees as his phone vibrates again.

She nods her head understandingly, taking a sip of her wine. “It’s okay. Go ahead, take it.”

“Excuse me.” He mutters, accepting the call. “Zach?”

His date watches his face go from mild annoyance to curiosity, to concern.

“Yeah, no problem. I’m on my way.” He mutters into the phone, collecting his car keys.

“Is everything okay?” His date asks.

He winces. “I’m so sorry, but I have to go, my son’s having an emergency, something about a car being driven into a ditch.” He grumbles.

“Oh.” His date looks taken aback.

“I’m very sorry, I had a wonderful time, but I have to get over there. Here.” He sets down two hundred dollar bills, apologising profusely, and quickly makes his exit.

Outside, it’s pouring rain. He’s forced to shield himself by holding his blazer above his head as he runs to his car and clicks on the location Zach texted him.

Only now that he’s alone does excitement and frustration begin to twist inside him. He hasn’t seen you since that morning, but he’s thought about you every day since. And after having you to himself for those two and a half days, he finds that his own hand isn’t quite enough to scratch the itch inside him.

He doesn’t know how to react - if he’ll even react - if he’ll confront you or let it go. Or why he even cares. It’s not like him to care about minute details like this, if he gets sex, he gets sex, if he doesn’t, he doesn’t; and his increasing concern is becoming a thorn in his side.

Soon enough, his navigation system tells him that his location is around 100 feet to the right and as he squints through the rain in the dark, he spots blinking hazard lights and your silhouette - arms crossed, hunched and soaking wet.

He pulls over on the shoulder, sets his hazards on, and with his blazer in hand, runs over to you, placing it over your head.

“Hey. You doing okay?” He asks, cupping your face.

Your stomach turns with guilt and some softness, considering the way you’d left, you wouldn’t have blamed him if he’d left you on the side of the road.

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

“Let’s get you inside so I can call a tow truck.” He shouts over the sound of rain.

He shields you under his blazer and opens the door for you as you get in, before getting inside himself. Your teeth chatter in the cold, the single layer you were wearing now soaked through and the wind making your fingers numb.

“Here.” He wraps his hands around your wrists and brings your hands up to the car heater. He turns the heat up gently, the warmth kissing your hands, feet and torso. You shudder as the initial numbness comes away.

“I’m sorry you had to come all this way.” You tell him, finally looking at him. You realise he’s not dressed casually, but he’s not dressed for work either so you venture your safest option - that he had plans of some sort. “Sorry if I ruined your plans, I swear I called Zach first but he said he had to watch Jack.”

He makes a non-committal noise at the mention of Zach, probably surmising the same thing you had. “You can always call me.” He murmurs quietly, looking at you. He reaches into the back seat and you lean to the side as he pulls a bag forward, rummaging inside.

In your lap, he sets down a towel and a T-shirt. “They’re both clean, I keep this as a back up go bag for work.”

Amusement pulls at your lips. “Who keeps a back up go bag?”

“I do.” He says bluntly. “You need to change out of those clothes or you’ll catch a cold, or something worse. The heaters are only going to do so much, if your clothes are still wet, so are you.”

You look at the items in your lap and frown. “I… I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You whisper, the heaviness of your brief affair with Mr Hotchner hanging in the air.

He regards you with a look that doesn’t leave much space to argue, so you acquiesce reluctantly, your cheeks heating, this time not a by-product of the heater.

“Can you…” You gesture to the window on his side and ask him to turn around.

Amusement fills his chest now, the irony of you asking him to turn around when you’d grinded on his face not two weeks ago. “Yeah. I’ll call the tow truck.”

You wait for him to turn before slipping your dress off, weighed down by the rain and still dripping. You grimace as it peels away from your body, leaving you freezing cold as the water dries on your skin - and as hesitant as you’d been - you realise Mr Hotchner was right.

“Hey, Marvin, it’s Aaron. Listen, I need a tow right off the Snickersville Turnpike - around 15 miles northbound, just off to the right.”

Your eyes flicker to him. You ground yourself, telling your brain to shut up when it starts wandering about how attractive and authoritative his voice is, inextricably linked to forbidden sex.

He doesn’t mean to. He means to give you your privacy, and respect your wishes but the headlights of cars driving past momentarily light up the inside of his car and cast your reflection right in the window he’s looking out of.

He swallows and feels his slacks tighten uncomfortably.

You unhook your bra in the meanwhile, discarding it and while you're truly soaked through to your panties, you forgo discarding those, reasoning that you need some kind of barrier between yourself and temptation. You dry yourself off as best as you can, conscious of the fact that your boyfriend’s father is sitting three feet away.

You finally pull the t-shirt over your body as he finishes his conversation. It comes to just about mid thigh which isn’t necessarily enough considering you want as much distance between yourself and Mr Hotchner but you fear even a nun’s habit wouldn’t be enough to distract you.

“Forty minutes. We gotta sit tight.” He looks at you then, in his shirt and towel drying your hair and feels sick to his stomach. Because he knows at that moment that if you said you wanted him, he’d throw caution to the wind.

Despite you being his son’s girlfriend.

Despite you being half his age.

Despite the fact that you left.

“Okay. Thank you, again. For the clothes.” You smile awkwardly.

“Sure thing.” He sighs, drumming his hand against the steering wheel.

You fish in your bag for your phone. “Sorry. I just need to tell my cousin I crashed her car into a ditch.” You mutter.

“Is that who you’ve been staying with?” He asks quickly. You glance at him in surprise, at the hard lines on his forehead and his furrowed brow. “Sorry. None of my business.”

You tuck your phone back into your purse, inhaling deeply. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ve been staying with her.” You answer, not looking at him. “She wanted to take me out for a day in DC but she was paged into work and… I drove her car into a ditch.” You murmur sadly. “Shit.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He murmurs, placing a hand on your knee unthinkingly. The contact feels hot enough to burn and it’s abrasive but it makes you finally look at him and the lighting - half of his face bathed in warm light with the other cast in shadows - makes your heart race.

Shit.

“And I will pay you back for the tow.” You tell him.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“No, really. I need to.” You double down. “You were so welcoming - I mean you invited me into your home.” Into your bed. “You came all this way. It’s the least I can do.”

“You’ll do nothing of the sort.” He quips back.

“No. Really. I insist.” You counter, suddenly warm.

The tension dissipates into nothing as silence hangs in the air, not quite comfortable but not uncomfortable.

Just silent.

“Why did you leave?” He asks.

You freeze.

Your eyes go wide and your heart races. With nothing else to say and a need to buy some more time for yourself, you say the first thing that comes to mind.

“Sorry?“

“Don’t do that. Don’t pretend like you didn’t hear me.” He growls. “Why did you leave like that?”

“Is that… is that really a question you need to ask?”

“I’m asking it.” He replies.

You swallow uncomfortably, averting your gaze. You owe him some honesty at the very least.

“I didn’t trust myself.” You whisper. You wait for him to say something - anything, but when he doesn’t, your own voice fills the silence. “Every time we… after every time, I’d tell myself not again. Because it’s wrong. But every time you’d come near me, I wouldn’t be able to help myself and I had to get out of there. So it wouldn’t happen again.”

“Look at me.”

You keep your eyes fixed on your lap.

“I said look at me.”

This time you do. You meet his gaze and his eyes are dark, the way you’ve seen them right before he devours you and you conclude that you were definitely right to make the decision you did. Because you can feel your willpower waning.

“You know that I can’t resist you either right?” He whispers, his hand on your thigh again. Your breath hitches, feeling the impending conclusion.

His thumb rests dangerously close to the apex of your thigh, moving its way up. “Mr Hotchner-“

“I haven’t been able to resist you since the day I met you.” He mutters lowly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Even when I knew you were my son’s girlfriend.” His touch radiates through your skin, molten and warm.

Your heart races, warmth spreading in your stomach. It’s suddenly hard to breathe.

“You know when Zach said he was stepping out for the day… I hate that I was happy. Because I knew I wanted to fuck you again. And when the storm came in, I hate that I was so excited. Because I got to hear what you really sound like when you’re coming all over a cock.” His pinky finger rubs against your slit, long and thick, making you shudder.

You bite back a moan. “Mr Hotc-“

“I got to hear all the ways you whimper and moan when you come. On my mouth, on my fingers. On my cock. And I haven’t been able to get my mind off it ever since.” He breathes as your thighs fall open of their own accord.

Your mind feels cloudy with lust, the air smoggy and thick.

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anybody. I think I’m addicted to you.” You cast a look at his lap and an impressive tent lays between his legs. “You know I’ve thought about you every day since? Stroked my cock with your panties in my hands.”

“Please.” You whisper breathlessly. “We can’t do this again.”

“I know you feel guilty, sweetheart.” He murmurs in your ear as he rubs his pinky down your wet slit. “I know you feel bad that you cheated. I know you feel guilty about coming all over your boyfriend’s father’s cock.”

You feel light headed. “I do.” Warmth builds in your stomach as your body naturally reacts to Mr Hotchner’s voice and presence, his large hand and finger so close to where you want him.

“I do, too.” He replies. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t want you. Do you want me?”

You try to let your body do the talking for you, grinding against his finger in a half-hearted way but he stops you. “I need to hear you say the words. This doesn’t work unless I know you’re okay with it.”

You grip his wrist and bring his hand up, and under your panties against your bare skin. “I’m okay with this. Can't you feel how okay I am with it?”

He groans when his fingers touch your warm, slick skin. “You sure?” He asks raggedly.

“Yes.” You whisper.

He swears under his breath and pulls you across the console and into his lap, sighing in contentment when your pussy makes contact with his clothed cock.

“You liked that? Me telling you how dirty and forbidden this is? Telling you that you liked sneaking around?” He grips your hips, grinding you down into his cock.

You gasp, feeling the ridge of his cock on your clit. “I did.”

“Yeah? You like the thrill of maybe getting caught? Like how I bent you over the kitchen table on the first night?”

“Mr Hotchner-“ you moan, the friction making you wetter.

“Uh, uh. That’s not what you call me, is it, sweet girl?” He taunts you, pushing the t-shirt up just enough to expose your breasts so he can mouth at them eagerly. “What do you call me, honey?”

“Ohh, Daddy. I call you Daddy.” You moan, gripping his shoulder with one hand and cupping the back of his head with the other as he sucks on a nipple.

He makes a noise of approval in his throat as his hands squeeze your ass just hard enough to separate your pussy a little, exposing your clit to his erection.

“Answer me, gorgeous. Did you like it when I bent you over the table? Or when I licked your pussy in my office, made you come on my face just a few feet away from your boyfriend?”

Your hips start a steady pace now, his words making you dizzy. They should be turning you off, reminding you of the reality of your situation but they have the opposite effect. Your pussy throbs and he can feel it through his slacks, warm and soaking him through.

He stops your hips for a moment, and pulls at the waistband of your panties, wordlessly telling you to get rid of them.

“Fuck. Just rip them.” You tell him with a shine in your eyes.

His mouth curves into a wicked smile and he takes your word for it, snapping the waistband and ripping the material. He scrunches up the remains of your panties and inhales them deeply before stuffing them into his slacks.

You watch him in awe.

“You know what I think you really liked? Me carrying you to bed so you could scream and shake and cry about how good my cock felt inside this pretty little pussy.” He accentuates the last three words with light taps to your pussy and resumes your grinding, the feel of your bare pussy rubbing against his tented erection sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

You’re close, wetness smearing over his slacks and loosening the friction, allowing you to slide over him faster and harder, both arms wrapped around his shoulders. His forehead rests against yours as cars drive past, his eyes glued to yours.

“Oh, daddy. that feels so good.”

“Yeah? You liked that? Liked having the house to ourselves so you could tell me all the ways you wanted daddy to fuck you?”

You nod, losing coherence. “Mhm. It felt so good to finally see you. Moan for you. Have you spread me out. I love that cock inside me.” You continue grinding on him reaching the peak of your pleasure.

“That’s my girl. There’s that filthy fucking mouth. You want my cock again?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl. Make yourself come like this and I’ll give you whatever you want. Come on. That’s it. I know you’re close - just a little more.”

You grind down harder and faster as your breathing becomes more erratic. You’re drowning in pleasure, burying your face in his neck and breathing him in. His scent is enough to drive you over the edge, and you come with a shudder, pulled flush against him.

You ride out your orgasm until your breathing returns to normal, laying hot wet kisses over his exposed neck, hums of contentment escaping you as you return to yourself again.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He whispers, brushing some damp hair off your face. “Coming when I tell you to, giving me your orgasms?”

“Always, Daddy.”

“You still want my cock?”

“Yes.” You breathe, lifting yourself off him as a sign. “Yes please. I need it.”

He groans, leaning in to kiss you for the first time in weeks and you moan into his mouth, his tongue sliding against yours, mouth hot and demanding. You hear a clink of a belt and a zip before you feel something hot and blunt pressing against your slit.

“Put me in.” He whispers.

You reach down and grab a hold of his cock, heavy and warm in your hands, giving him a few tugs and coating him in yourself before positioning him at your entrance. You slide down slowly, both of you sighing at the contact.

Both of his hands grip your hips like a vice, and you know you’ll have bruises later but all you can focus on is the complete fullness you feel.

“Fuck, Daddy. I missed your cock.” You whisper in his ear.

“I missed your perfect little pussy, baby. Take that cock all the way down, I want you to feel all of me.”

You slide him in painstakingly slow, your eyes holding his as he enters your, inch by inch. The atmosphere is thick and desperate, the windows are fogged and steamy. You both moan in contentment when you finally slide him in all the way, his cock throbbing at your warm pussy enveloping him.

You begin to grind on his cock, slow clockwise circles That allow your clit to grind on his pubic bone, so full, you can feel it in your stomach.

“Look at it, baby. Look how well you take me.” He groans, his eyes fixated on your pussy. You follow his eyes, see his hand pressed flat against your tummy. “Here? Can you feel me here? So deep inside you, fucking you so well?”

You cry out. “Yes, daddy. You’re so fucking deep, so deep every time. You’re so big, fuck me so well.”

“Yeah? That feel good?” He replies, desperation etching on his face as his brows pull together. He rubs your clit as you continue grinding on him, and you swallow thickly, a strangled moan escaping you when his mouth swallows your breast again, pulling at your nipple.

“Yes.” You sob, falling onto him. “Please. Fuck me, I need to come.”

He isolates your hips, stilling you as he withdraws almost all of his cock, and shifts in his seat, moving down and backwards slightly to change his angle. He presses a tender kiss to your collarbone and without warning, begins slamming into you, snapping his hips up as the sounds of your skin fill the car.

You hold on and allow him to pound into you, the friction making your toes curl and you moan and whimper into his ear, going limp as he fucks into you.

“Oh, Daddy, please. Fuck, that feels so good, please I need it. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me.”

He sets a punishing rhythm, digging his fingers into your ass, his thighs working to snap up into you. “I can feel you squeezing me, baby. You going to come? You going to let Daddy feel you come all over his cock again?”

“Yes, give it to me!” You cry.

“Take it, baby. Fucking take it.”

His rhythm becomes sloppy as you both approach your orgasm, sparks of white hot pleasure sizzling along your nerve endings. Molten fire pools in your abdomen and you can feel him throb inside you.

He brings a thumb around to rub your clit, your wetness and his cock slamming into you making your eyes roll back into your head.

“Come for me baby. Let me feel you come for me, you’re so close. Such a good fucking girl taking all of my cock.”

“I'm close, daddy. So fucking close.” You whimper, fumbling for something to hold on to.

A few sharp thrusts later, you come silently, stock still, with only your legs trembling as you squeeze his cock. He groans too, seating himself deep inside you and spilling his warm release with a shudder against your neck, his cock jerking inside you.

He continues thrusting shallowly as you flutter around him with the aftershocks of your orgasm, kissing his neck again, suddenly finding a fascination with the exposed skin and his jawline.

You melt into one another, his hand stroking your spine as you continue kissing his neck and jaw, working your way down to his collarbone.

“Come here.” He murmurs, angling your head to kiss you deeply. His lips slide over yours, warm and wet, languid tongue stroking yours. “You did so good.” He says, pulling away. “So good. Are you doing okay?”

“M’great.” You murmur dreamily. .

He smiles against your mouth, placing a small kiss on your lips again and reaches to his right for a fresh water bottle, unscrewing the top. You assume he’s about to hand it to you, but he grips your chin lightly and holds the bottle to your lips, allowing you to drink.

You hadn’t realised how thirsty you were until the water hits your lips but you end up swallowing down half the bottle, feeling refreshed but still wobbly. He chuckles, finishing off the last half of the water and reaching into the glovebox for some plain wipes.

He grimaces as you raise yourself up to allow him out of you, apologising. “Sorry,” he says, gesturing to the wipes in his hand. “These are all I got in the car at the moment - probably should’ve thought this through.”

You chuckle. “It’s fine. I can take a shower when I get to Liv’s.”

He smiles, and helps clean you off before his phone begins to ring. He excuses himself as you return to your seat and finish adjusting yourself. After his call is done, he looks into the rear view and sees a truck pulling in behind you.

“Tow’s here. Are you okay to sit tight while I go talk to him?”

“Sure.” You smile.

“Won’t be long.” He whispers, kissing you before getting out of the car. The rain has since stopped and he makes quick work of informing the tow truck of the situation. You, meanwhile, watch him in awe, snapping yourself out of it when you realise you’re ogling him, and drop the visor down to look in the mirror.

A thin sheen of sweat lays on your skin and your hair is exceedingly obvious but you can't care. Not right now.

“Hey.” He grunts, getting back into the car a few minutes later. “They said they’ll take it to their garage closest to Fairfax, and it shouldn't be too hard to fix. She can pick it up next Tuesday.”

“Thank you.” You smile.

“It was nothing.” He smiles. “Listen… I’m really glad I got to see you again.”

“Me too.” You nod, suddenly feeling shy.

“Look, I know you’re going back to school but what would you think about maybe joining me on your weekends and free time?” He suggests with a wary tone.

Your ears peek up, heartbeat picking up. “I can’t afford that.” You whisper.

“I would pay to fly you out.”

You frown. “That… seems unethical. Like you’d be paying me for sex and not that there’s anything inherently wrong with that, it’s just that’s not really a precedent I want to set here.” You venture, wringing your hands.

He stops your assault on your hands and smiles. “It’s not like that at all. Despite what you may think, you have the power here. I would just pay for your tickets to join me.” He reassures you earnestly. “I’m not going to pressure you, and I know this is a very strange situation. But I’d love to see you again.”

“Can I think about it?”

“Of course.” He whispers, kissing the back of your hand. “Take all the time you need.”

And while he’s willing to give you all the time and space in the world, he hopes like hell your answer amounts to a yes.

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(push your heart, and pull away); - II

tom holland x female!reader

summary: you've got yourself in a predicament that involves fake dating the star employee of your company (who you might have feelings for), all to convince your family that you're finally happy, after what happened with your last shot at love. can you, the CEO of a booming business, your family's darling daughter pull off the biggest lie you've ever told? [inspired by and based loosely on The Spanish Love Deception by Elena Armas.]

tags and warnings (full fic): female reader, lots of romance tropes, fake dating, pining, tooth-rotting fluff, some angst, sexual tension, filthy smut (future chapters) minors dni.

a/n: i am also entering this fic into @tomhollandfics' fic event (prompt is in bold). hope y'all like this chapter :)

catch up: chapter one

CHAPTER II

"Y/N?"

You snapped back to reality, the fog behind your eyes clearing instantly. You were in the conference room, surrounded by your team and everyone was looking at you.

Shit. How long had they been calling you for?

You only hoped you didn't look like a deer caught in headlights.

Straightening your back, you looked at the presenter, Ken Satō, hoping he'd understand that you really hadn't heard what he'd last said.

"Y/N, we were wondering if there were any changes you'd like to see," he repeated politely, pointing at the presentation behind him.

Right. You were in a meeting with the advertising team who were presenting you their latest pitch.

You quickly regained your composure and gave him a small smile. "Not any that I can think of at the moment, Ken. This looks phenomenal. I will, however, go over the slides again so do leave me a copy. But this is great!"

Ken smiled back at you and you sighed inwardly, closing your eyes for one brief moment. It was so unlike you to get lost in thoughts in a meeting like this and you hoped your employees wouldn't judge you too harshly this time. Nevertheless, you resolved to focus better. You opened your eyes, only to catch Tom— who was sitting across from you, staring at you intently.

You felt your body heat up under his gaze— Tom was better at reading you than most people. He held the contact for a while, only looking away when Ken asked everyone a question.

You realised you had been holding your breath. You exhaled again, looking anywhere but at Tom.

The rest of the meeting went smoothly, without your thoughts drifting too much. Once the team had left, you put your head in your hands and let out a long sigh. The wedding wasn't even yours and it had you stressed to the nines.

"L/N, you alright?"

It was company policy to call any colleagues, even if they were your superiors, by their first name but Tom and you had become an exception to this rule with regards to each other. You only called each other by your last names, and why that had happened or when, you couldn't recall.

It wasn't unusual for Tom to look after people's wellness but now that he'd signed up to be your pretend boyfriend, it made you feel strange.

"I'm okay. Just wedding stuff," you mumbled, not looking up.

You felt the table buckle beside you, the scent of mint soap mixed with something you didn't recognise, filling your nostrils.

"Hey," Tom said gently, and you'd only heard him use that soft tone once before when he'd found you on your office floor surrounded by work and having a mini breakdown. Not your proudest moment.

You looked up. He was leaning against the table beside you, hips just inches away from your hands that rested on the table, looking down at you— eyebrows knitted and lips drawn into a straight line.

Your stomach fluttered briefly, but you chose to focus on the ebony wood of the conference table instead.

"You said we had a lot to discuss. Do you want me to stop by your place tonight? You can fill me in and give that head of yours some rest."

Okay, this was officially too much. Tom? Come by your place tonight? The thought alone sent your head spinning. He seemed genuinely concerned about you, but your chest felt like it was caving in and you weren't sure why. What the hell had you signed up for?

"Or… we could just Zoom," he said and you realised he could probably sense your discomfort. You sighed. He was making extra efforts to be nice but here you were, acting like his very presence bothered you.

"I'm sorry," you confessed, looking back at him. "I'm just really overwhelmed about this whole thing."

Tom watched you for a moment, lips pursed. "L/N, I don't know the reason for you lying about something like this but I agreed to help you, and I will play my part. But I need you to work with me on this. Sort of tough to do this alone, you know?"

You stared at him.

"I mean, I don't even know my girlfriend's brother's name."

Maybe it was how absurd the situation was or it was the fact that you were so exhausted you couldn't bother keeping it in, but you let out a loud laugh. Some of the heaviness in your chest dissipated as you continued to laugh, only helped by Tom's brilliant brown eyes that crinkled in the corners as he laughed with you.

"But seriously, L/N," he said after the moment passed, voice softening again. "You are not alone. I promise. I'll be there."

You felt your throat close up at his words. If you hadn't been hardened by the stuff you had gone through as a businesswoman and in your personal life, you could've wept right there beside him. It was such an incredibly kind thing to say, that you finally understood why he was everybody's favourite.

You drew in a deep breath, throwing him a grateful smile. And you meant it. "You can come by tonight," you said, heart racing against its will, as Tom patted your back gently.

Maybe, you were beginning to think, you could really pull this off.

***

You were slightly on edge by the time the night rolled in. Tom was going to be here soon. You'd never even had friends over, let alone a co-worker.

After making sure your apartment was spotless and perfect, you treated yourself to a hot bubble bath. Your favourite music blared in the background as you tried to calm yourself before Tom arrived.

He was at the door exactly at 9.

You opened it to a Tom you'd never seen before. He was dressed in baggy jeans and a black tee— holding out two plastic bags, arms accentuated by the way his sleeves caught at his large biceps.

He looked downright cuddlable.

Whoa. Where had that come from?

"I bought take-out," he announced as you beckoned him inside, a small smile pulling at your lips despite your nervousness.

"That smells incredible," you said, guiding him towards your living room.

He looked around you, politely so, taking in his surroundings. Your apartment was huge, at least by New York standards. Since you had very recently moved in, it made you conscious when people admired the luxury.

"A little birdie told me that you loved Chinese, so—" he gestured at the boxes he had started piling on the centre table, ".. Bon Appetit."

You curled up on the sofa— you on the right while Tom on the left end and dug into the delicious spread.

You moaned as the warmth of the food spread through you, only realising you had company when Tom cleared his throat. You blushed.

"So, shoot," he said, shifting to face you on the sofa. "Tell me everything."

And so you did. You covered everything— from the destination wedding in Santorini to your vast family tree that would be making an appearance. Tom listened intently, never once taking his eyes off of you.

It made you nervous, the amount of attention he was paying you. You only hoped that he couldn't tell just how much.

Tom chewed on the last piece of egg roll.

“So, basically, your family is filthy rich.”

You choked on the last of your noodles.

“Sorry, that was rude,” he said, eyes wide.

“No, that’s okay,” you said, putting away your box.

“Yes...but also no. All we had was old family wealth. It was enough to sustain my brother and me and get us to go to good schools but we were never rich. But now… things are different. My brother is a doctor and I—”, you trailed off. Money had always been a sensitive subject for you to discuss, and sitting in an apartment that cost you more than twice the amount of your college loan wasn't making it any easier.

“Ned likes to splurge. Well, so does Betty, his wife to be. A big fancy European wedding was her dream and my brother is capable of giving it to her… so he is.”

Tom smiled wistfully. “That is sweet. And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Do you ever want to have a fancy wedding?”

In all honesty, you had never given that a thought before. After what happened with your last shot at love... you weren’t even sure if you wanted to get married anymore. You shook yourself out of those thoughts. That was a door you couldn't open, not now.

“I don’t know,” you said, tipping up the takeout box in a vain attempt to hide behind it.

Tom didn’t ask again.

You finished, very audibly, slurping the last of the noodles. You didn't realise how hungry you had been.

"You've got a little something there—" Tom said, pointing towards the left of your face and you tried to wipe off whatever chunk was probably hanging off your mouth, embarrassed.

"Hold on," he said, before reaching across the sofa and running his thumb along your jawline.

You hadn't anticipated him doing that, and the contact sent a burst of electricity down your spine. His hands were surprisingly warm, three of his fingers gently cupped your jaw as he rubbed off the stubborn sauce.

You caught his eye just as he pulled away, and there was something in them, something different, something you'd never seen before. Whatever it was, it made heat flash through your body.

"All cleaned up," he said in a throaty whisper. That sent another shiver through you.

"Uh, I'm just going to put this away," you mumbled, standing up quickly and gathering the large pile of boxes in your hand and rushing to the kitchen.

What the fuck was that?

You quickly dumped the boxes in the trash, putting out the dirty silverware in the washer.

You reached for your wine refrigerator but decided against it. You didn't know if you could trust yourself with wine right now.

What was happening to you?

You brought out the bowls then. You'd have to make do with ice cream.

***

“So. A big fancy wedding, with a few hundred guests and your family. For five days. Should be easy,” Tom began, once you finished the tub of chocolate ice cream together.

“Are you having second thoughts, Holland?” you asked, licking the spoon one last time.

“You wish, L/N,” he retorted, a smirk plastered on his face. “As far as I'm concerned, this is just an all-paid-for vacation. All I have to do is remember a bunch of names and smile. That’s a bloody excellent deal.”

You chuckled. “That's one way of looking at it.”

In just two hours, you had become so attuned to Tom’s presence that the thought of doing this insane thing was starting to make you less worried. He seemed so relaxed on your sofa like this wasn't the first time he was at his boss' place, that it put you at ease.

You let yourself look at Tom, actually look at him.

The increasing interactions with him, the way he seemed to be looking out for you was starting to take up a considerable amount of your headspace. It had barely been four days since he'd offered to help out, but you found yourself thinking about him and what you were about to do at the most random times.

And you didn't want to admit it yet, but you were starting to notice the effect his presence had on you.

Even now, as you gazed at him sitting across from you, a teeny-tiny part of you couldn't wait to see where this whole pretend relationship would take you.

Beat it, Y/N.

He's your colleague.

A colleague who was nicer than the world had ever been, and it didn't help that he had the most perfect face you had ever seen.

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brain-reads · 3 years

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dnf fics that make me scream into my pillow at 2 am

disclaimer: i do not wish to cross the ccs boundaries in any way possible. if they ever say or indicate that shipping makes them uncomfortable, this post will be immediately deleted.

i will keep updating this list as i read more

note: all of these fics are on ao3

complete, multichapter fics:

heat waves: classic angst with fluff, such a good fic tho the descriptions are so well written

inkling: THE WAY I SCREAM FOR THIS FIC PLEASE ITS INCREDIBLE AND I REALLY DONT READ A LOT OF AUS GDSFUIJHSD anyway- this is basically about a soulmate au where anything you write on your skin is shown on your soulmate’s skin on/after both of your 18th birthdays and oml it was adorable (bonus karlnap! sgfhbd) this is one of my all time fav fics and i would HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT !!!

chasing snowflakes: mutual pining, fake dating au because george has been telling his family that he has a bf but he doesnt, angst and christmas fluff

12 days of DNF-mas: sequel to chasing snowflakes and honestly the loml i would marry this fic if i could it is so cute with the right amount of angst and asghfhdsvbfhhsdn

7 minutes in heaven, but it’s 7 days in florida: SFGHDJFJHSGDFSBDCX I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY WITH THE AMOUNT OF MUTUAL PINING AND FLUFF AND SAPNAP THIRD WHEELING IS SO FUNNY

lovesick (the beat inside my head): the only au i am probably going to read for dnf ever, highschool au, dream and george havent seen each other and dk where they live, gnf is moving to florida, meets clay at his new highschool, and well ;)

seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes: highschool roadtrip au! oh i loved this one so much, it was amazing i would highly recommend it <3

stick with me: angst. so much angst. but it is so worth it the feels are insane!!! dream and george trapped in an airport together because of a hurricane, chaos ensues

heavenstruck: guardian angel au !! cw for major character death (i cried a lot in this one but it is so worth it)

hold me close: ahhh the yearning the angst the fluff this fic is just *chefs kiss* i would highly recommend it (also!! a tiny bit of bonus karlnap again :D)

it was only a fic: sfgdhn dream accidentally gets invested in a dnf fanfic. that cant end badly can it

moment’s silence: smut and sexual tension. thats all i have to say for this fic (the students really be actin like us dnf stans-)

incomplete, multichapter fics:

tidal pools and stars: it’s an amazing read, quite a lot of angst but mixed with some softer moments (i cried in this fic like thrice-)

helium: sequel to heat waves, hopefully with a happy ending? it’s genuinely so good there’s an incredible balance of angst and fluff

blushing!: oh my GOD this was AMAZING ITS ADORABLE AND SGFHB BONUS KARLNAP AND SKEPHALO (implied) DSGFHBD I WOULD HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS FIC

an interstate paved with memories: another roadtrip au ! updates every friday

early age: im so sorry this is so much angst theres a lot of tws in this fic too so please go through that before you read it

bedroom walls: oh boy are y’all in for a wild ride on this one. college/uni au, frat boy dream, internalised homophobia, SMUT, this fic has it all

oneshots:

this is a drista moment, lets just accept it: drista content my beloved, i’ve only ever read one more dnf fic that’s been from drista’s pov (and sadly that was only the last chapter) and i loved it! this is such a sweet oneshot there’s just something so domestic about these fics and i am so asgdfhjshf /pos AGAIN THIS IS ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVOURITES AND I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT

they say love is contagious: sickfic!!! all fluff no angst, absolutely adorable, dream, sapnap, bbh, and big q are all visiting george and dream is just taking care of him because he gets sick sdfhdsbvjfdn

“i thought i lost you”: the PAIN OH MY GOD I CRIED its so beautiful the yearning the love the everything and the way i can picture this so vividly- i would highly recommend giving it a read

3 am showers: ahhh such a cute domestic oneshot, honestly i love sickfics so much they’re adorable

paper rings: read it. trust me. it will not let you down i swear

hold what’s close to your heart: dream and george are dating in this one and they finally meet and oh its just so cute

you are home: this is so super cute, another feel good domestic fluff fic that just warms my heart :’) george reminisces over some special moments in his and dream’s relationship

like real people do: tooth rotting fluff. its another oneshot and just,,, yes. i read an incredibly angsty and frustrating fic before this that i will neither name nor recommend but this just fixed my mood completely

chasing rays of sunlight: red string soulmate au 10/10 would recommend

stella by starlight: god domestic fics just make me so happy, george is in florida, but he’s here to stay! and just in time for new years too!

tawny, marigold, caramel and somewhere in between we fall in love: another fic centered around george’s colourblindness! i swear these are just too cute to handle-

stumbling into place: sdgyufjhbn i laughed so hard this is so cute and funny the way sap think george got a cat is so gdsfhbv

heart and throat, lined with it: im gay and touchstarved so i read about gay cuddles help

strawberry blond: roommate au!! college au !!! ahhh i love it

stay on the phone just to hear me breathe: a 5+1 of dream watching george sleep (it sounds creepy when i say it like that but i promise its good)

dream’s dollar donations: established relationship, dream and george have a fight and now dream’s trying to make it up to him <3 super cute and fluffy

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perfectly wrong | thirteen

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2.3k

chapter warnings: cussing, soft tae

notes: down to 2 chapters left! i will most likely do some drabbles every now and then for this, but not right away because i’ll be working on my new fic: acquainted. will let you know when this goes live, but pls check it out. it’s gonna be messy and filthy as hell, im sorry lmao

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Taehyung slouched on his couch, tv on whatever the hell channel it was on. He scrolled through his phone aimlessly, but it wasn't long before he huffed and threw his phone aside. He wasn't feeling himself, or anything for that matter, and was tired of being in this funk. He felt terrible about how everything went down and he couldn't really forgive himself for the shit he said to you. He didn't mean the things he said, but he was also the one who didn't know how to properly process feelings. He always acted on impulse and how he felt at that moment, rather than thinking about the situation rationally. Plus yeah, he had a temper. Shit didn't mix.

"Ayo." He hears Jimin's voice at the door, followed by three soft knocks.

"It's unlocked." Tae says. Jimin welcomes himself in and kicks his shoes aside. He smiles at him, holding something in his hands as he walks into the kitchen. "What's up?"

"Uh, found these at your door." He holds up the prints Tae bought from you. He sighs and shakes his head, almost dismissing it entirely.

"Keep it."

"Um, no? You bought these for a reason, so you should keep them."

"Not anymore." Taehyung lays his head back against the couch and shuts his eyes.

"You're so dramatic. I'm leaving these here."

"Whatever."

"What's wrong with you now, princess?"

"I'm just not in the mood."

"You haven't been in the mood.." Jimin sits on the other end of the couch. "And quite frankly, it's pretty annoying. You know what you did wrong, so why don't you just fix it?"

"It's not that easy."

"Says who? You?" Jimin scoffs. "Look, I know our track record isn't the best, but I know you genuinely care about Y/N. I know she means more to you than what you put out there, so why can't you just take it for what it is? Why do you have to make it so complicated?"

"Because I'm sure by now she hates me and wants nothing to do with me. It's exactly one of the things I'm afraid about the most. What if she gives up or realizes she doesn't want me the way I want her?"

"Do you think she's worth it?"

"I just-"

"Yes or no?" Taehyung looks at him as he leans over onto his knees.

"Yes, I do."

"Then none of that shit should matter. I'm positive she cares about you just as much as you do for her. If she's worth it, then you'd be willing to go through these ups and downs with her and do this ride with her."

"She's not going to want this after what I did, Jimin."

"You're full of excuses." Jimin shakes his head. "Then you do what you can to fix this and show her how you'll change, rather than just saying you'll do this and that."

"I don't know." Is all Taehyung can say. "I was pretty hurtful."

"You're also human. It's okay to make mistakes, but you should really work on processing your feelings better and communicating. Plus, your temper, dude. Tone that shit down."

"It's been so long since I've done this." Believe it or not, Taehyung was the complete opposite before. His last, serious relationship a couple of years ago made him flip the switch. He gave his ex everything, and was always willing to put his life down for her. He gave and gave, even if he felt like he couldn't anymore. He did all this just to get fucked over in the end, which is why he ultimately didn't believe relationships were worth the energy anymore.

"Y/N is not your ex. Stop comparing it to that. No experience will be the exact same."

"Ughhhh, I fucked this all up." Tae groaned, tilting his head back and covering it with his hat.

"I'm just saying, you could still try and fix this. Even in the end you two don't get together or whatever, you can at least say you tried. I'm tired of you moping around like you can't do shit to make it better. You know what she means to you."

"I'm not moping."

"Yes, you are! Look at you, looking like a sorry ass." Jimin threw his crumpled napkin at him. "Don't pass up on a good girl like that."

"Okay, I get it."

"No, I don't think you do." Tae looked at him. "Look, if this was any other girl, I probably wouldn't care much. But Y/N is genuinely different and I see how you both look at each other. It's really obvious how much you two ended up caring for each other."

"She is different. God, she's.." Tae sighs as he runs his hand through his hair. "She's beautiful and sweet, with just the right amount of mean. She's creative and her voice has always been so soothing. I want her around me all the time, even when she gets frustrating as hell." Jimin smiles.

"If you pass on her, she's mine." Jimin teased, knowing it would rub Taehyung the wrong way.

"Fuck you." Taehyung spat. "I should still beat your ass for the shit you pulled at the club."

"It was harmless." Jimin laughed. "So are you fixing this or what?"

"If I fix this, you need to stay 10 ft away from her." Jimin laughed out loud and held his stomach.

"Cry baby. I'm not gonna do anything." Jimin came and patted him on the back. "I'm sure everything will be just fine." And so, Taehyung gets himself up to go and fix this. He knew it wasn't going to be easy but he needed to right his wrongs.

Taehyung sat in his car and gathered himself together before he made his way up to the apartment. He gave off three knocks before he waited patiently for the door to swing open.

"I have to be honest, it's taking everything in me to stop myself from fucking you up right now." Jungkook sighed and stepped aside to let him in.

"That's fair."

"So, what's up? Why did you need to come here to talk to me?"

"I just wanted to apologize for how things went down at Jin's party."

"I appreciate it, but it still doesn't change the fact that you disrespected Y/N and talked down on her the way you did."

"I know, and I didn't mean any of it. I just wasn't thinking. If I'm being completely honest, I was pretty jealous of your relationship with her."

"What is this, high school?" Jungkook stopped himself from taking it any further because he could say a lot more to his face, but he wasn't going to since Taehyung made the effort to come here and apologize in person.

"Okay, I get it, it's childish."

"At least you're aware." Jungkook paused before shaking his head. "Look, not that it should even matter or anything, but all I knew growing up was Y/N and Jin hyung and vice versa. I didn't have any siblings or any cousins that could relate to me. I moved a lot before I finally settled with my family. I didn't get along with people easily, which is why when I met Y/N, we got really close and I stuck by her. We were similar, but different. It's always been that way, and quite frankly, it's not going to change." Taehyung nodded. "She doesn't have her family by her side, so me, hyung, Yoongi and Hoseok became that for her."

"I know, I'm sorry. I just kept thinking you two had it for each other like that and I couldn't understand why it was making me so upset."

"I love Y/N, I really do. But at the end of the day, she's her own person and she decides how to live her life. It's her life and I'm only in it." Jungkook shrugs. "I want nothing more than for Y/N to be happy with someone who can give her the world and cherish her for who she is. She has so much to offer and she brings life to everything around her."

"I-" Taehyung paused. "I really care about her. And I know this probably sounds stupid coming from me, but I want to do things differently with her."

"I just have to ask - are you even sure of your own feelings? You're not doing all of this cause you're lonely and have no one else to go to?"

"No, of course I'm sure of my feelings." Jungkook shrugged.

"You've been messing around with so many girls for some time now, though."

"Yeah and I also stopped doing that for awhile now."

"It's just hard to believe because I'd hate for her to have to go through it if you go back to your old ways."

"I won't."

"But that's easy for you to say, isn't it?" Kook shot him a look. All of a sudden, this conversation felt more like an interview but Jungkook had to do what he had to do. He knew what Taehyung was capable of, and he would hate for you to go through it again.

"Yeah it is, but she makes me want to be a better man." Jungkook sighed. He saw the look in Taehyung's face and he couldn't completely say it was all bullshit. He had never seen this kind of soft expression come from someone like Taehyung. "I haven't felt this way in a really long time, and it's scary for me. But she's worth it."

"I get that." Jungkook nods. "She cares about you a lot, you know? She may not say it but I saw how beat up she was over this entire thing."

"I want to fix this."

"I have to be honest, I'm a little wary. You really have to keep your word about doing better and not slipping up. She doesn't deserve it." Taehyung nods.

"I hear you." Taehyung pauses. "How is she?" Jungkook shrugs.

"Fine, except for the fact that she's sick right now." Taehyung's eyes widen.

"Is she alright?"

"Yeah. If you haven't figured it out already, Y/N isn't the type to back down." Taehyung chuckled.

"Yeah, I got that much."

"Hey," Jungkook tilted his head to look at him once more. "I really do respect the fact that you came here to talk to me in person. I know we don't know much about each other, but I know Y/N can see good in you." Taehyung nodded silently.

"Only trying to right my wrongs here. I don't want to slip up and lose her already."

"So, have you talked to hyung yet?" Taehyung looked at him and shook his head.

"No, but that's where I was headed after this." Kook nods silently. The two talk for a bit more, making sure they were on the right page, enough to put the past behind them and move on from the petty, unnecessary drama that had went down. When Taehyung had felt satisfied tackling one of the biggest hurdles, he made his way over to the cafe to tackle the last one. Not gonna lie, Taehyung was scared for this encounter because he knew Jin would lay his life down for you. Luckily for him, Jin was a wise man and never held grudges. Of course he didn't appreciate how Taehyung handled himself and this whole thing, but it wasn't entirely his fault and Jin always thought holding onto negativity was a waste of energy.

Jin happily greeted him, like his usual self, and brought him to the back so they could talk. Taehyung was sweating bullets, but he knew if he wanted to be in your life, he'd have to make it right with Jin. For Aiko, for the things he said and the things he's done to hurt you, everything. And so he sympathetically apologizes as he sits in front of Jin. Apologizes for the way things went down at the party, for Aiko, for having hurt anyone in this situation. Jin gave off a small, toothless smile and told Taehyung how he appreciated him for coming by. Quite frankly, he wanted to kill him as soon as you had told him about everything that had gone done between the both of you, including finding out about Aiko. Although the whole thing with Aiko was unfortunate, he couldn't really be mad because she was never his to begin with. The only thing he was really worried about was you, his baby cousin. Baby sister. Taehyung confessed that he had been feeling pretty lost because he believed you wouldn't want anything to do with him after that night. Jin reassures him and does a damn good job of it, telling him that you would never completely shut someone out, especially if you cared about them. Jin could tell how much you ended up caring for the guy and he wasn't going to make you change your mind about it because you were grown, and you could make your own decisions. He would only be there to support you and reassure you if times got tough. He didn't know Taehyung enough to immediately label him as a bad guy and right now, he was only showing he had some good in him.

They continued to talk for a bit [while Jin still had the time, at least], with Jin trying his best to coach him about how to best proceed with this situation. Of course, it was entirely up to Taehyung how he wanted to do this, but Jin could afford to sprinkle in a little bit of help.

"You're really sure about this, right? I don't want her to get hurt again. Y/N deserves all the best, and if a man were to ever come into her life, I'd want him to take good care of her and spoil her without her having to ask for it. I'd want him to be sure of her and to never make her question her worth." Taehyung nodded.

"I hear you, and I'm sure. It's scary, but I want to do this with her."

#bts #bts fanfiction #kim taehyung #taehyung #taehyung fanfiction #taehyung x reader #kth x reader #kth series #kim taehyung series #writing #perfectly wrong

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sofreddie · 3 years

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Serendipitous Souls (Part 3)

Summary: Y/N reveals a bit more about herself as the clock winds down to midnight.

Characters: Dean x OC!Reader, Sam

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,581

A/N: Here's where some of the OC comes into play. Were working to the smut, I promise.

"Two hours," she heard Sam whisper to Dean as Sam glanced at his watch, "I think I'm gonna go lay down," he announced louder to the room, "Chuck twisting my insides really took it out of me," he chuckled, rising from his seat and tucking in the chair. Dean nodded in response, his mind too preoccupied with his own situation.

"And, Y/N?" Sam said, stopping and turning his attention to her with a genuine smile, "Thank you. For saving my life," he said with all sincerity and it made her heart clench. She didn't feel like she had done anything. But in retrospect, she supposed she had.

"You're welcome," she responded with her own soft smile. Sam nodded before heading to his room, leaving the pair in awkward silence.

Y/N sighed, her gaze falling to her hands as she fidgeted with the new ring on her finger.

"Have you ever been married before?" Dean asks.

"I have," she nodded, "Didn't end well though."

"I'm sorry," Dean responded. She merely shrugged in response, "Any kids?"

"Uh, no," she said, meeting his eyes as she flashed him a small smile, "He left because we had trouble conceiving," she huffed a laugh, "But I guess that's not going to be an issue now."

"I feel like everything I say is the wrong thing," Dean confessed defeatedly.

"No, it's fine, really," she finally relaxed, shifting back into her chair like she was ready to settle into the conversation, "They're standard 'get-to-know-you' questions. I just have shitty answers," she smirked at him.

"Mine aren't much better."

"I know."

"Yeah, I guess you do," Dean said with a furrowed brow, remembering she's a fan, of the TV show, about their lives. He shifted in his seat, a look of deep thought crossing his features, "So then I guess you know a lot about us then, right? What we do, how we live, who we are?"

"Well, tell me about you then," Dean shook it off and decided that regardless of how he felt about that information, he couldn't be upset about it. She may be a fan, but she wasn't like Becky, which he was grateful for. For starters, she wasn't squealing with excitement or trying to rub all up on either of them. If anything she was distant and trying to avoid or pull away from touch as much as possible. He supposed she still could be like that. But he just didn't feel like she was.

"Uh, well," she laughs and blushes and Dean thinks he likes the sound and look of that. It's such a stark contrast to the somber mood they've been experiencing, "Actually, it's kinda of funny-not-funny, but, uh," she chuckles again, this time seemingly embarrassed and Dean's chest feels warm, "I always felt that your existence-slash-nonexistence was like some big cosmic joke. A-and it turns out it really is!"

She's full-on laughing now and Dean's pretty sure it's a mix of the alcohol and a few hysterics. He reaches a hand across the table, resting it atop one of hers in an attempt to ground her.

"Why is it a joke?" Of all the things she could've said, that's certainly not one he expected. A joke? How could it possibly be a joke?! He remains calm and holds her gaze when she raises her head to meet his eyes. She sighs heavily and pouts and his eyes flit to her lips before quickly going back to her eyes.

"Because," she half-groans, half-whines, slumping back into her chair and removing herself from his touch. He kind of misses the feel of her already. She groans and a series of expressions cross her face and Dean realizes he can read that look. That look says 'let's rip off this bandaid and get it over with'.

"Because, my whole life I've felt so alone, so misunderstood, so out of place," she began. And all Dean can think is, 'Yeah, 'cause you were supposed to be with me'. "I'm the oldest sibling," she starts and Dean thinks he sees where this is going, "My sister? Is four years younger than me. Just like Sam is to you. And me too, by the way. I was born about seven months after Sam," she says with a light blush and a shake of her head, getting herself back on track as she rambles. Dean thinks he likes listening to her talk, even if she is rambling. She's so animated and he's enjoying just quietly taking her all in.

"I also have a younger brother, who's a year younger than my sister," she took a deep breath and Dean's eyes trailed down her neck and to her heaving collarbone peeking out from the top of her shirt. He decided she had a very nice collarbone.

"Both my parents worked all the time, demanding jobs with long hours just to pay the bills. So I was left in charge of my siblings," Dean's eyes snapped to hers and he felt a deep empathy. That was a life experience he was all too familiar with. "I had to cook and clean and do chores and walk them to school and home again. I was this weird third parent to my siblings and this sort of peer to my parents. It was a weird in-between to live in," she complained with a pained expression. Dean wanted to smooth away the crease in her brow.

"There's life experiences that are so precise and unusual, but somehow we share those things in common. When I first watched the show and discovered you," she shook her head, that embarrassed blush returning and Dean realized it kissed her collarbone. He wondered how far it went. "I didn't like you at first," Dean frowned at that, "You were too pretty, too cocky, too 'devil-may-care'," she smirked, "But after you came back from-" she hesitated with a wary glance, "-you know- you were different. And I saw you different. There was somehow more to you, more revealed. So I watched more," she explained.

"And then I quickly realized: here's this person - who has been through the same things as me, the same unusual things that make me so different, so difficult to understand. Here's someone I've been looking for my whole life. Finally! Someone who could truly understand me," she smiled but it wasn't happy as her eyes were filled with tears, "A-and he's a fictional character. It was the most painful cosmic joke ever!"

Several tears fell from her eyes and trailed down her cheeks, dripping off her jaw and chin. She shook her head to come to her senses, quickly and roughly cleaning up her face with her hands and shirt.

He froze, processing her words and how broken she looked over the whole thing. For the life of him, he could only think to say one thing.

"Y/N," he rose from his chair and walked over to her, swinging her chair sideways and crouching in front of her, "I'm right here."

"What?" she mumbled, sniffing away the last of her tears as she looked down at him in confusion.

He shifted, kneeling between her parted legs and resting his hands on her knees.

"I get where you're coming from. And I know how you feel. I get it," he emphasized, squeezing her knees, "I don't know how all this is gonna go or play out," he sighed, shaking his head, "But I know we're in this together, forever," he held up his hand to show his ring before placing it back on her knee, "But if you feel like you need me, for whatever reason…I'm right here. I can be that for you."

"You don't have to," she tried to backtrack and Dean shook his head, moving closer into her and moving his hands to her lower back, keeping her close and focused on him.

"Beyond tonight, we don't have to be anything if that's what you really want," he offered, "But I figure, if we're in this anyway, then why not try?" he shrugged, "Maybe it'll work out and we can be happy. Maybe it won't and we find we're better as friends. I don't know. But I'm willing to find out."

"Just like that?" she was skeptical, but wishful all the same. He was a million times more attractive and distracting at close proximity. His eyes. They were a force of nature all their own and she knew - especially as a fangirl - that she should've seen it coming. But somehow - despite the comments from others who had gone to conventions or the fans who wrote fic after fic about his eyes in painstaking detail - she was not prepared for the depth and captivity of those intense eyes.

"You and I," he said, gesturing between them with one hand while the other remained on her back, "We literally share a soul. We are literally two pieces that make a whole," he chuckled and shook his head, a broad smile adorning his face and she felt her heart stutter and damn near stop for a few beats, "I have to believe that means something. I feel like it does. So I'll trust in that and see where it takes us."

She was surprised and amazed at his confidence, the surety of his statements and confessions. How could he be so okay with it? He so quickly resigned to this 'fate'.

She swallowed hard, very aware of his hands on her - respectfully, but still there.

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

Dean Winchester:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

Serendipitous Souls:

@brilovesdeanwinchester

@xhannahbananax03

@440mxs-wife

@crist1216

#serendipitous souls #dean x reader #dean winchester #reader-insert #oc!reader #supernatural #spn

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explosionshark · 3 years

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You didn't say you wanted to do this game but I'm gonna ask you anyway! Behind the scenes writing thingie: 3, 11, 17, 18. :D

3. Do you write fics from start or finish, or jump around?

usually from start to finish. writing chronologically just feels more natural to me and it allows me to develop ideas more organically. though if i have a particularly vivid scene i might sketch that out and then write up to it, but that's the exception not the rule

11. If you could only write angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your life, which would it be?

ughh the problem is i think these are all kinda boring on their own. the strongest fics are a mix of all 3.

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

this one's going under a cut, it'll be a scene from my most recent mass effect fic. (sorry, but i don't think i've written anything for any of the fandoms you're in, so you're stuck with the most recent thing that comes to mind for me)

If Miranda thought the hardest part of the night was over, she was only half-right. With well-practiced precision, she removes piece after piece of jagged glass from Jack's face, cleaning the blood from her skin, tending to the wounds. Yet despite the steadiness of her hands, she finds herself sympathetically queasy at the painful-looking cuts. Jack, in contrast, barely flinches at the sting of alcohol. If anything she seems more bored and restless than in pain, shifting on the closed lid of the toilet like an impatient child, hands drifting up the sides of Miranda’s thighs enough times for her to get tired of swatting them away, ordering Jack to sit on them until she’s finished.

the character A cleaning up character B's wounds thing ALWAYS works for me, but doubly so when character B can't keep their hands to themselves. it's also a big release of tension to write this after having spent the prior part of the story building up to a huge fight.

“Fuck! Fine, okay,” Jack huffs a dramatic sigh, leaning back slightly on her seat, hands tucked underneath her. “You know, when you said you were gonna patch me up I definitely expected a little less Citadel free clinic and a lot more sexy nurse.”

“Jack. I was given an utterly devastated body that had endured the vacuum of space, orbital re-entry and impact trauma, and the stress of being shipped like cargo across multiple planets and tasked with making it a person again. And I succeeded. I literally rebuilt a human being. I could hardly be reduced to a nurse,” Miranda sniffs.

“God, you’re so sexy when you’re completely missing the fucking point,” Jack purrs and, ridiculously, Miranda feels her heartbeat quicken.

the characters in this story have a lot in common on a core level but are SUPER different in how they express themselves and approach problems. it was fun to have jack tease miranda with a generic sexy fantasy and have miranda sort of play along by taking up the role of the straight man in the bit (although like part of this IS genuine, she's a braggart for real)

“I just find it fairly reductive, as far as fantasies go.”

“Yeah, well, excuse me for being a little light on sexy mad scientist fantasies, after the whole human test subject deal.”

Miranda tenses automatically, but Jack’s still watching her with that lazy grin, voice light, posture relaxed. It’s the first time she’s ever made a joke out of her history, with Miranda anyway, and the surprise of it startles a laugh out of her. Jack grins even wider, eyes sparkling.

this is also important - it's jack's olive branch, a final reassurance that the fight is over. it's playful, but also a display of trust to joke about something that traumatic

“Fair enough,” Miranda concedes. They’re nearly done now, so she might as well play along. “And what about this whole situation isn’t working for you?”

“Scenery could be better,” Jack says.

“Your apartment,” Miranda reminds her.

“Uniform is… not bad,” Jack says, and edges her boot up against Miranda’s heels, suggestively. It’s bold, a clever subversion of her recently imposed ‘no hands’ rule, so Miranda allows it, shifting her stance wider accommodatingly. Jack grins wolfishly in response. “A little unconventional. I guess you could be some kind of fucked up rich person nurse, in that getup.”

writing this kind of playful back and forth is always really fun, especially when i can ratchet up the sexual tension at the same time and really set the tone for the smut scene later lmao. i love the push and pull of the power dynamic with these characters

Jack nods at Miranda’s dress, but doesn’t make a move to reach out for her, which sends a tiny spark of pleasure up Miranda’s spine. She leans in closer as a reward, carefully stroking Jack’s face more for the simple joy of touching her than to continue the work of tending her wounds. “What else?”

miranda again usually plays the role of this uptight, restrained authority figure, but i love to emphasize that her interest in jack isn't just tied up in weird power games. she's got a soft side too, she takes pleasure in just being close to jack.

“Bedside manner is…”

“Cold?” Not the first time she’s gotten that feedback, no. There’s a reason Miranda didn’t decide to pursue a new career in medical services after the first wave of emergency triage was handled, in the aftermath of the Reaper War.

kind of a counterpoint to jack's joke earlier. miranda knows she can be too restrained. owning it here, in a light, casual kind of way, is an acknowledgement and, in a way, a thank you. she knows it takes patience from jack to put up with that.

“Colder than a Noverian hooker’s tits,” Jack agrees, solemnly. Then she leans into Miranda’s touch and adds, “But, y’know. Thawing.”

“Thawing,” Miranda repeats, voice flat and unimpressed despite the way her fingertips tingle against Jack’s skin, the rush of blood through her ears. “As evaluations go, this one is fairly mixed.”

“Just being honest.”

“And let me guess: you have some suggestions on how I could improve my performance.”

“A few,” Jack licks her lips, and it’s not hard to guess what those suggestions might be.

“And what makes you think I’d want to hear them?”

“C’mon, you’re such a perfectionist, It's got to be driving you crazy, not getting top marks. How about just one? To start.” Jack’s eyes are wide, full lips pursed into a pout Miranda wants to kiss off her face, her voice is eager, just slightly breathy.

“Fine. What’s your grand suggestion, then?”

“Y'know, you cleaned me up good, but this shit still hurts. How about you kiss me better?"

this last line was the prompt that kind of dictated the entire premise of the fic. there's something always really satisfying to me about starting a story from a prompt and finding a way to turn someone else's random line into a piece with something to say about the characters.

#ask games #thanks alice!!!

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themarvellouswriter · 3 years

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FIX ME UP

OMEGA! BUCKY BARNES X ALPHA! READER

Summary: The cute EMT has a very snarky personality and the pretty trauma surgeon isn’t a fan.

Genres: Slight smut, fluff and slight angst. Mostly fluff though.

Words: 2.6k

Notes: This is actually my first A/B/O fic.

Warnings: 16+, Dub con, Non con if you squint. But everyone ends up happy I promise. Not beta read yet, will do it later.

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Friday, 20:37

“Doctor L/N! This is the last one. 30 year old beta male. Broken arm and concussion. BP is slightly elevated. O2 levels normal.”

“Thanks Sam. Please take him to med bay 5 and have Doctor Feldman to give him a full check up,” you call out from where you’re examining another patient, a fifteen year old female omega. She’s looking up at you in awe.

“What?” You give her a small smile as you finish looking over her reports.

“Nothing, its just that you’re an alpha and you’re so much in control when nobody lets unmated alphas near newly minted omegas.”

You laugh. “I have more self control than all the people in this entire building. And I don’t get that affected by omega scents. So, there’s that.”

You close the folder. “Well, good news. I’ll draw up a rough schedule of your medicine and you’ll be as good as new in a few weeks.” She smiles up at you. “Thank you doctor. Nobody took me seriously when I told them I wanted to be an omega athlete. They’re always telling me that its for betas and alphas. I hate it when people say that.”

“You know, I used to hate it when people used to tell me that I couldn’t be an surgeon because I was an alpha. Look who’s laughing now. Never let people tell you what you can and can’t do.” She nods determinedly as you take your leave.

You step outside for a breath of fresh air. Your thirty hour shift is about to be over in about an hour and you couldn’t wait to get home and prepare for your upcoming rut. You had been on your feet for what felt like days and all you wanted to do was curl up and sleep for hours.

You spy a haphazardly parked EMT van. Curious you make your way over, wrapping your white coat closer to your body. “Sam? Is this one yours?” You say yanking open the front side door of the ambulance. There is a figure slumped over the steering wheel, breathing heavily. Long dark hair falling over their face. You sniff. “Barnes?” The person in question turns slightly. “Ugh. Of all the people to find me here. It had to be you.” You roll your eyes at his irritated voice. “If its that much of a problem how about I walk away like I never saw you?” You move to close the door. “Wait, no. Stop. I need my meds. I ran out. And Sam left so can you please…?” Your doctor side took over, ignoring the previous and very mutual hostility between the two of you.

You pull him back to the seat. His face is flushed and he’s sweating profusely. You take a deep breath, making him flinch slightly. “So, you’re an omega. Should’ve figured. I’m assuming you ran out of suppressants and now you’re about to go into heat?”

He presses his lips into a thin line. “Alright smarty pants, can I get them? Or do you need my doctor’s note?” Your mouth twitches, fighting a smirk. “How about I do you one better?��

You unclip his seat belt and rest your hand on his waist. He stares at you mouth ajar. “What’re -” “Relax, I’m not going to hate fuck you in an ambulance. I’m taking you to the Omega Ward. You’ll be safe there.” He looks taken aback, opening his mouth to protest. “Be quiet and get out.” He shakily climbs out, legs nearly giving away as his feet touch the ground. You catch him in your arms, alpha strength making you lift him up with ease. He’s trembling in your arms, eyes clouding as his body approaches the initial stages of going into heat. He buries his face into your neck. “I still hate you but you smell so good.” You snort as you carry him inside bridal style. “Dumbass.”

All eyes are on you as you walk in, your archenemy Barnes tucked in your arms. People literally stopping in their tracks to look at you.

“Has nobody ever seen an omega in heat? In a hospital of all places? I mean is it really that weird?” Your voice is sharp and cuts across the room like a knife. “Get back to work.” Doctors Feldman and Pravesh, your friends from the ER, give you a surprised look as you walk past them. You mouth ‘I’ll explain later’ at them, as you make your way to the lift.

Barnes looks up at you, eyes wide, pupils blown. The pretty blue of his eyes almost black now. You swallow as his rich, dark extremely familiar omega scent invades your senses.

“Thank you.”

“Its my duty.”

“Not everyone would do it. Especially if they hate the person in question.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

You open your mouth to object but are cut off as the lift open and a wayward hand makes it way towards Barnes. You take a quick step back. Another alpha stares at you, eyes filled with lust. His eyes move to the body in your arms. You feel him shift closer to you, fear mixing in his scent. You growl threateningly at the stranger who immediately runs out of the lift at the sound. You enter and use your elbow to hit the button to the basement where Omega Ward is.

Barnes looks up at you with glassy eyes and rubs his nose against the underside of your jaw. “That’s ticklish and wildly inappropriate Barnes.” “Bucky.” “What?” “Call me Bucky.” You clench your jaw as the top of his head moves along your neck. “Bucky. Stop. You’re going to be nesting in a very safe space soon. You won’t need an alpha.” “Say it again.” “Say what?” “Say my name.” You finally look down at him, dark hair spread across your shoulder, eyes glittering in the dim light. “Bucky.” You whisper in his ear. The omega throws his head back and lets out the most sinful moan you’ve ever heard. “Fuck,” you mutter to yourself and hoist him upright. Cradling him tightly you nearly run out of the lift as it opens.

You stop at the reception and check him in. One of the sweet smelling beta nurses leads you to a small room and you deposit Barnes, Bucky, on the bed and then dump a pile of blankets on top of him. “Nic will be taking care of you, for as long as you need. You guys are friends, right?” His gaze moves to the blonde nurse who just walked in to join you. “Hey, Buck. You tell me what you want, and I’ll get it for you. Anything at all.” He gives you a sad look as you turn away.

You give her a slight nod and walk out, shutting the door behind you. “You smell like him now,” Nic says from behind you. “Don’t remind me.” You sigh and go back to your floor, still about 40 minutes before you’re done with your shift. Conrad Hawkins, your best friend since high school, meets you as you step out. “So, Barnes, huh?” You roll your eyes. “Like the other betas here, who actually listen to me, why don’t you?” “Just saying. You hate him and you carried him to the OW. When there was a perfectly good gurney here.” He tilts his head towards the ER. “Oh my gawd, stop. I am an alpha taking advantage of an omega in heat. I think I scented him.” He snorts with laughter. “You think. When you growled at the guy in the lift, the entire floor heard it. And the dude pissed himself.” You grin. “Nice,” you nod appreciatively.

“I would love to continue this riveting dicussion about Barnes’ heat and Y/N’s idiocy but we have a surgery to get to,” Mina Okafor seems to pop out of nowhere and drags you away with Conrad still laughing behind you. “I don’t have any. My shift is about to get over.” “Too bad. Its a whipple and Doctor Austin wants you there.” You sigh for what feels like the millionth time that day. “There is somebody out there who hates me.” “One thing’s for sure.” “What?” “Its definitely not Barnes. You stink of him.” You give her an exasperated shove as you both begin your preparations for the surgery.

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Saturday, 7:45

You dragged yourself out of the OR, pulling off the bloodstained garments off and throwing them away. You made your way to the Omega Ward to check up on Bucky Barnes. It felt weird to call him Bucky, you guys weren’t exactly enemies but had never gotten along for some reason. He was excellent when it came to disguising himself as an ordinary beta. But he wasn’t ordinary at all. And you knew it, felt it deep inside when you looked at him. Something special and so inherently Bucky about him. Even though the both of you never got along and rarely agreed on things, you couldn’t deny the feeling of protectiveness that rose within you when you saw him. With his soft brown hair and big blue eyes, the toothy smile, the razor sharp wit and general overall perfection it was impossible to not fall in love with him. You froze in your tracks at the sudden thought, stopping right outside the Ward. In love with Bucky Barnes? The salty EMT with whom you liked to butt heads? Thinking about all your encounters only added fuel to the fire that you loved him. And given the way he was looking at you with those soft, lust lidded, ocean coloured eyes and practically breathing in your scent, you were mostly sure he felt the same way.

You gave Nic a small grin, walking past her and pushing open the door of Bucky’s room only to be greeted with the overwhelming smell of an Omega in heat, strong enough to make even your knees weak. Taking in a deep breath, you walked inside to give his vitals a quick once over. He was huddled in a corner, tee shirt drenched with sweat and face flushed, eyes tightly shut, softly moaning your name as his hand pumped his length and brought him closer to the edge. Your eyes went wide as you saw him climax to the sound of your name, grateful that the rooms in the Omega Ward were soundproof. He hadn’t realised that you were in the room yet, you felt a bit relieved, inwardly knowing that his heat was distracting him from everything else around him. You finally knelt beside him, cupping his face in your hands, making him open his eyes and look at you. You gave him a genuine smile, brushing the sweat off his brow. His dazed expression slowly morphs into one of panic and absolute mortification.

“Oh my god, how long have you been here?”

“Long enough to know that you want me to help you through your heat.”

“This is humiliating.”

“Not really. I just had an epiphany and given the way you’re reacting to me touching you, I think you did too.”

“I’ve been in love with you the second I saw you.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t realise that I love you sooner, it would’ve saved us a bunch of heats and ruts spent alone.”

“Agreed. Now are you going to keep talking or take me back to your place before the next wave of my heat sets in?”

“I thought you’d be more comfortable in your place?”

“I want you to consume me. And your place, with all that is you is the best place for you to take me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I trust you.”

“Is that the heat talking?”

“Not at all.”

“Great. My place it is.”

You don’t even remember how you brought Bucky back to your place, swaddled in blankets and smelling so absolutely divine. You tucked him in bed, feeling the first onset of your rut come on as you tinkered in the kitchen, making sure you had enough for the next few days and joining him as fast as you could. You curled your fingers in his soft hair before pulling him into a deep kiss and straddling him. His hands were placed firmly on your hips, holding you so close and you felt a rush of delight at having him so close to you. He was nearly intoxicated by your presence, breathless as he pulled your shirt off hands touching everywhere. Feeling a soft laugh bubble up you grinned at him. “So perfect.” The tips of his ears turned scarlet at your words, making you coo softly and pinch his cheeks before kissing him again. Your rut was making you more sensitive to his touch and it felt so good. For a moment you just wanted to soak in everything but there would be time for that later. Right now, Bucky was the priority.

Pushing him back in bed and pulling off his uniform was easy. Taking the entirety of his massive length in your mouth was not. So you started slow, all the while maintaining eye contact as you teasingly, tantalizingly began to suck him off. His hands found their way to your hair, harshly tugging the roots, begging you to go faster and the moans escaping his perfect mouth were nearly a sensory overload. And he felt so good, so perfect and pliant under you. Achingly beautiful and you had no idea how you’d managed to leave him alone for so long. He was now only all yours and you weren’t going to let anyone near him. You were an alpha and nobody was going to even look at what was yours. He came shortly, much sooner than you’d anticipated as you licked your lips before trailing warm kisses up his chest, ignoring the exhaustion that was threatening to overwhelm your body. You sank your teeth into his neck, his warm blood filling your mouth and spilling down his chest as you marked him as yours. He looked at you wide eyed and you felt horror set in as you realised what you’d done, backing away.

“You marked me as your mate.”

“I’m sorry. I am so sorry. You look so beautiful and perfect and my rut is going to set in anytime-” You babbled away, frantically waving your hands.

“I’m not complaining. And why is my mate now so far away? I need my alpha.”

You stared at him in disbelief before throwing yourself at him and holding him tightly.

“I’ve wanted this for so long. Just waiting for you to have your way with me.” He admits, slightly shy now.

“And I will because I love you so much.”

“I love you too Y/N. You’re the best alpha I could ever ask for.”

You don’t say anything, finally letting the exhaustion set in knowing there would be enough time to talk things out later, now that you both belonged to each other forever. And sleeping in his arms felt like heaven. It would feel even better when you both were fully ready to take things as they come. Before you finally drifted off you felt him smile against your skin and could almost see your co – workers’ smug faces when you both showed up freshly mated and smelling like each other and looking like young idiots in love. And you wouldn’t give it up for the world.

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