#the gray man x reader
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the truth
pairing : sierra six x f!reader
summary : sierra is hired to protect you after your publish a controversial book going against multiple governments and something goes wrong during the night
words count : about 1.7k
warnings : canon-typical violence, swearing
notes : might make this into a series, idk
The sound of gunshots downstairs pulled you from your peaceful trance. You hurriedly put your book down and, as quietly as possible, slipped out of the warm and soapy water of your bath. Watery footprints followed you as you went to pull your robe on and grab the gun hidden in the bathroom. In all your years in the field, you’d come to know your way around the weapon and even though you hated using it, you weren’t opposed to it if it meant saving your life. Just as you were around to run into the safe room, as you had been instructed by Six, someone barged into your bedroom. You fell to your knees behind the bathtub, feeling the bruises and your heart hammering inside your chest
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You thought back to how you had gotten yourself in this situation. It had all started months ago, when you’d published your first book.
Being a journalist with purely political interests and works, you were quite well known around the journalism and political world. Your honesty and carelessness of consequences made you popular amongst the public and you were often invited to talk-shows. You had often been warned about what your wrote. Your boss was always worried about your safety and had insisted that you follow self-defense courses. But no one was safe when rightfully accusing nations of corruption and illegal projects. You were never really safe, and you knew it.
After spending seven years on an ongoing project, you finally published your first book : The Truth. You denounced the corruption of the European Parlement, the illegal projects of the government of the United States and the unpunished crimes of multiple other nations. All accompanied by pictural and written proof, signed and delivered by yours truly.
The reception of your book had been a catastrophe, as you had expected. No one, save for your publisher, knew about your project. It had been a shock to the whole world. Suddenly, your assistant was getting calls from all kinds of governments and organizations requesting meetings and such. You never answered.
You didn’t realize how serious it all was until your publisher, a close friend of yours, was brutally murdered in his apartment one night. It had been a shock to you and no matter how much you wished you could have prevented it, you couldn’t. The Truth was out and nothing could stop it as it sold millions of copies worldwide.
The day after you publisher had been killed, you were in the kitchen making an omelet when someone violently knocked at your door. You whirled around, spatula at the ready when your door was broken down and a dozen of men dressed in black suits swarmed your apartment. Without thinking, you threw a raw egg at the man the closest to you and reached for your pan, brandishing in front of you as one would a sword.
« Who are you ?! What is this ?! » you cried, ignoring the man wiping off egg next to you. A blond man with dazzling blue eyes stepped through the cloud. You noted the way his lips twitched upwards when he saw the egg on his colleague. With a single finger, he gently pushed down your frying pan until it hung by your side.
« We’re CIA. » His badge flashed in your face. « We’re here to keep you safe. We’re bringing you to a safe house. Pack a bag. We leave as soon as we can. »
You had done as you had been told and packed a bag. In the big black SUV, you turned to the man who had addressed you previously.
« Where are we going ? »
When the man didn’t answer, the man sitting on your left took pity of you.
« We’re heading to a safe house. Your apartment isn’t safe for you anymore. »
« Oh. » You thought for a moment. « And why are you protecting me ? What’s in it for you ? I didn’t hold back on the USA chapter. » The blond man’s lips twitched again.
« I can’t tell you that. Someone will meet you and explain everything. »
True to his words, once you’d arrived at the safe-house, a huge villa right in the middle of Nowheresville, you were greeted by a woman in a burgundy suit.
« Hi, I’m Suzanne. » You shook her hand even though you already knew who she was. Just like you had a guess about who the blond man worked for. You knew the process, but we’re shocked to find yourself at its centre.
« Y/N, » you introduced yourself. After preparing both of you a coffee, Suzanne sat down on the opposite end of the table and joined her hands.
« I’ll answer your questions now, »
« Why are you protecting me ? What do you want from me ? » you asked immediately. The blond man, who hadn’t left your side and was now standing near the door, made a small sound, but played it off as a cough. By the time your eyes landed in him, he was staring out into the hallway.
« Your knowledge is useful to us. We know you didn’t put everything you know into that book. And we’d like to put your and your abilities to good use. » Suzanne spoke in a way that made you believe she’d practiced exactly what she was going to say, or that she’d said it multiple times before.
« Putting my abilities to use, what does that mean ? »
« It means we’re offering you a contract, Y/N. We’ll keep you alive and you will give us information on what we ask. When the whole scandal will have blown over, we’d like you to work for us, gathering intel and such. »
You scoffed. « And here I was thinking you were offering protection by some kind of moral compass, but I guess your priorities lie elsewhere. » Silence. « And so I guess that you don’t care about all the illegal stuff, right ? Because I think we both known I didn’t stay within the law to learn what I learned. » Suzanne shook her head. After a moment of silence, during which Suzanne seemed to really enjoy her coffee, you finally nodded. « Fine. I’ll take the deal. » You were no good to anyone dead. Knowing you wouldn’t survive when there was a price on your head, you decided this was the best option.
Since then, it had only been you and Six in that big house. You thought maybe you’d become friends, but he proved to be quite difficult regarding that aspect. He wasn’t particularly talkative and even though his eyes betrayed his feelings most of the time, you still had trouble reading him.
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You tried your best to keep your breathing silent as the man slowly trudged around the admittedly large bathroom. You gave yourself away when you gasped after he shot at the bathtub. White porcelain flew, a piece slicing your cheek. Hands barely shaking, your raised your weapon to retaliate but the man was too quick for you.
His arms were around your neck in a second and you desperately tried to elbow him in the stomach as you struggled for breath. He chuckled and pulled your gun out of your grip. Thinking quickly, you rammed your hand into his crotch. He doubled over, groaning in pain and effectively setting you free. You scrambled to get your gun but he kicked your ankles and you fell to the floor with a thud. Your head hit the marble with a dull sound and your vision blurred for a moment. You coughed and winced as he stood over you.
« Bitch, » he snarled as he slapped you across the face. Your head flew to the side and you saw stars, feeling your lip burst.
« Though you could get away, huh? A bit too optimistic if you ask me, doll, » he taunted, leaning over you. Panicked, you looked around you and took ahold of your gun. Before he could register what was happening, you’d uncocked the safety and aimed at his shoulder. You didn’t want to kill him, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you did. You took the shot and he screamed, falling to the ground. Red painted your silk robe as you scrambled to your feet. You raced down the stairs with shaky legs, running straight into Six. He wrapped an arm around you and let out a small breath. Little did you know he’d been through all the men in the house, hoping, praying you were in the safe room.
His face was bloodied and you were pretty sure his T-shirt was wet with blood in the middle. He pulled back, keeping his large gun in one hand, and examined your face.
« Are you okay ? » he asked, pushing his fingers under your jaw to tilt your head to the side. His eyes scanned the rest of your body and his brows furrowed when he saw the blood on your robe.
« It- It’s not mine, » you stammered, holding on to his bulletproof vest. He hummed, a low noise in his throat. Suddenly, he stepped in front of you and pointed his gun at the man leaning on the handrail at the top of the stairs, clutching his bloody shoulder with one hand and his gun with the other. Unconsciously, your grip on your own weapons tightened.
« Did he do this to you ? » Six asked over his shoulder passively. His eyes never left the man. You nodded once.
« Look away. »
You did as he told you, turning to look the other way, one hand still holding on to the back of his vest. You gritted your teeth as several gunshots rang out. You heard the sound of a body rolling down the stairs and shuddered.
Six turned back around, his larger body shielding your from the traumatic view.
« Let’s go. »
He guided you out of the house, shielding you as much as he could of the horrid sights. When you finally reached the car, he hurriedly ushered you inside before getting into the drivers’ seat.
Once you had arrived at another safe house, Six pulled you to the bathroom. You pulled yourself up on the counter with wobbly arms and Six steadied you by the hips. You licked your lips, wincing as you tasted copper, and leaned back against the mirror behind you. Six pulled out a first—aid kit and started rummaging through it.
He started cleaning up the cut on your lip and you did your best not to grimace in pain. Even though he was being particularly gentle, everything hurt.
« Did you do that to him ? » he asked as he applied a numbing cream to your bottom lip. You waited for him to pull away. You hated the way you reveled in the way he stared at your lips for a few more seconds.
« Yeah, » you croaked. « I shot him in the shoulder. » Six cracked a semblance of a smile and you chuckled.
« Good girl, » his deep voice praised. Your knees felt weak and you were thankful to be sitting down. You giggled.
« Did you hit your head ? » Six asked, seeing your unusual behavior. He examined the crown of your head with his fingers, lightly pressing. You hissed in pain when he touched a particularly sensitive spot.
« Yeah. »
« Follow my finger. » You did as he ordered and followed his finger from left to right, right to left, up to down and down to up.
« You’re gonna be okay. »
#sierra six x reader#sierra six#sierra six fluff#the gray man#the gray man x reader#ryan gosling x reader#court gentry#court gentry x reader
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We’ll Always Have Cuba
Pairing: Sierra Six/Courtland Gentry x Reader
Fandom: The Gray Man (Netflix)
Summary: After the events of The Gray Man, Claire and Six run off to Cuba because it doesn’t have an extradition treaty with the USA. There, they meet you. You are staying in the same apartment building as them for the summer. Over that summer, Six falls for you.
Warnings: None that I can think of, I skip over the smut
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“You’re staring again.”
Claire’s voice snapped Six out of the trance he was in as he gazed out the living room window. “Am not,” he childishly defended.
“Are too.” Claire plopped down on the couch with her newest record folder in her lap. It was currently playing. Claire’s eyes scanned the words of the folder. “Is Y/n home?”
Six turned away from the window. He glanced at the young girl as he headed for the front door. “Maybe,” he vaguely informed.
“You’re a stalker!” she called after him as the door shut.
He was far from that, he thought as he descended the stairs of the five-story apartment building. To be a stalker, one must follow a person places, and Six hadn’t done that in a couple months.
Yes, he knew that sounded bad, but he was only checking to make sure you hadn’t been sent by the CIA to hurt him or Claire. His mental alarms were set off when you didn’t bat an eye at his code name, which Claire had presented to you as his real name. You just kept the same sweet (and beautiful) smile on your face and thanked them for welcoming you to the building.
Six tried not to trust you after that. He followed you to stores and to the beach, looking for any sign that you weren’t the kind, gentle, and loving person that Six came to know you to be. He found nothing to contest what his instincts were saying about you. So, Six stopped following you, and consigned to only keeping a close eye on you while you were at the apartment building. Maybe too close an eye for what you warranted.
“Oh, you’re a life-saver,” you smiled at Six as he started to help you with your bags. “One thing I won’t miss about this place: the five-floor walk-up.”
He smirked at you. “It’s not so bad when you’ve got someone to talk to. That’s why I’m here.”
You tried to hide a smile from Six, and that made his heart skip a beat. Because of that, the bags he was carrying seemed light as air.
“You know, this was my last grocery trip here,” you pointed out as you and Six walked into the apartment you were staying at.
Six’s brow furrowed when he felt his heart drop slightly. “You’re leaving at the end of next week, right?”
“Yep.” You put the milk away, and opened the next bag. “I think the owner of this place told me that I’ve been at this Airbnb the longest out of his customer. A whole summer...And I really want to thank you and Claire for helping me feel more at home.”
“No problem.” Six glanced at the ground to hide the sincerity behind his words. “Well, if that’s all you need...”
Your eyes grew wide. “Oh! Yeah, you can go. I’ve got it from here. Thank you again!”
“No problem,” Six repeated under his breath. He felt he needed to get out of there, or else he would end up saying something he would regret.
“Hey, Six?”
He turned around at the sound of your voice just in time to duck his head out of the way of a box. Of course, Six caught it. He read the English words on the box.
Hubba Bubba Bubble Gum
Six smiled.
“I, um...found that at the store for you...I hope you like--”
“I love it,” he interrupted you to say. “Thank you.”
That put a smile on your face as well.
Six popped one of the pieces into his mouth, and exited your apartment.
“You’ve got it bad...” Claire teased as soon as Six came back into their living quarters.
He snapped his fingers and pointed at her, “No, I don’t,” before moving to the kitchen to put away the gum.
“Oh really? Then what’s that?” Claire leaned over the back of the couch as she referenced the present you had gotten Six.
“None of your business,” Six warned with no real malice.
Claire rolled her eyes. “Come on, Six. That’s just proof they’ve got it bad for you too. Why don’t you do something about it?”
Six leaned on the counter and sighed. “You know why I can’t.”
“Why? Because they’re leaving? That’s more of a reason to take the jump now, before you never see them again. And who knows, maybe they’ll--”
“Not with the life we lead, Claire,” reminded Six.
At that, Claire just shook her head. “You can’t let that hold you back forever, especially from stuff like this.”
“Somewhere between getting kidnapped and running away to Cuba,” she shrugged.
Six stood at the counter, contemplating for a moment more. Then, he figured he should go now before he talks himself out of it. Six marched toward the door, and yanked it open.
And there you were.
Both you and Six were shocked into silence.
You were the first to speak. “Um, I know I have a couple weeks left, but I was wondering if you and Claire would like to come over for dinner, so I can properly thank you for all you’ve done for me.”
Before Six said anything in return, Claire was off the couch and heading for her room. She gave a fake yawn. “I’m actually pretty tired. I think I’ll head to bed early tonight. You two kids have fun, though!” Her bedroom door shut behind her.
“What was that about?” you said over a laugh.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” Six smiled, hiding his embarrassed. “You sure you want to make dinner?”
You answered as if it were obvious. “Of course I’m sure. Plus, I’m going to miss you-guys,” you clarified. “Why not start the goodbye now?”
Six could feel his heart clench in his chest, but he hid it well. He closed his front door behind him, and followed you to your apartment.
A couple of hours later, Six couldn’t remember ever being as relaxed as he was right then. There was just something about you that put him at ease.
“What are you thinking about?” you asked as you sat down next to him on the sofa, two refilled glasses of wine in hand.
Six couldn’t find it within himself to lie to you. “You,” he answered sincerely.
You blinking, obviously taken off guard by the response. You tried to hide your nervousness. “What about me?”
He smiled as he elaborated, “You brought me here to thank me, but I’m pretty sure I should be thanking you.”
“For what?”
“For being you.” Six informed, “You showed me...that life can be normal.”
“Can you tell me what you mean by that?”
Six hesitated. “My life, my whole life...has always been...less than normal.”
You smiled, “I know, Six. I’ve always known when it comes to you.”
That threw him off guard. It even scared him a little. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I can’t guess the details, but I always figured you and Claire have lead less than easy lives. It’s in how you carry yourselves, and how you treat each other. I mean, come on, your name is Six.”
He chuckled. His worries were somehow put at ease by you somewhat understanding his past.
“I’ve lived a life, too,” you admitted, “Let’s just say there’s a reason behind why I ran away to Cuba for a summer.”
Six’s interest was peaked, but he wasn’t going to ask about it if you didn’t want to know about his past for the moment.
You took a drawn-out sip of your wine. “I really don’t want to go back. This summer has just been so amazing. Plus, there’s you and Claire.”
A part of Six wanted to ask what else was keeping you from going back, but he surprised both you and himself by what he said next. “Stay.”
Your brow furrowed a little as your soft voice questioned, “What?”
Six put his glass down on the coffee table. “Stay with me, with Claire.” He took your glass from you and put it next to his Six took your hands in his. “Please, sweetheart. I don’t want you to go.”
“Where is this coming from?” came your worried question.
“It’s coming from what I’ve felt since the moment I laid eyes on you. I’m sorry, I just can’t keep this inside anymore--mmhh.”
You had cut him off with a kiss.
Six relaxed against you, but he tensed up again when a thought crossed his mind. He broke the kiss. “I’ve killed people.” He bluntly stated. He couldn’t let the night go on without you knowing.
“I know.”
He realized you had guessed as much as you caressed his face between your hands.
“That don’t change anything for me.” You pulled him in to kiss you again, and this time, Six accepted it wholeheartedly.
Hours later, you and Six were curled up in your bed together, with you in his arms.
He kissed the top of your head. “You know, my real name is Courtland Gentry. Court.”
You smiled, “That’s a nice name.”
He went on. “I actually prefer Six.”
“Why’s that?”
He shrugged. “Because, for the longest time, it was tied to my purpose in life, the CIA. The name Six helps me kill bad guys and help good guys. And it doesn’t help that my abusive dad gave me the name Court.”
“But?” You had guessed correctly that that word was coming.
He smiled, “But...I don’t know. I’m not a part of the CIA anymore, my dad’s long dead, and I got a new purpose in life now.”
“Taking care of Claire?”
“And you, if you’ll let me.”
You bit your lip and nodded, cuddling closer to him. “I think I like Court. Courtland Gentry.” You tested the name out.
Court smirked. “I definitely liked the way you said that.” He put a hand on your cheek and guided you back to his lips.
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pairing: Courtland Gentry (Sierra Six) x reader
warnings: SMUT 18+, p in v, fem receiving oral, cream pie, squirting, showering; canon level violence, kidnapping, electrocution, minor blood, guns.
word count: 3,000
summary: You are kidnapped by Lloyd. After Six saves you, the two of you have comfort sex in the safe house you go to. no spoilers.
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Six had never been in this position before. He was currently tied to a chair in an abandoned factory while being tortured. He wouldn’t have said he was scared, it wasn’t an emotion he really felt anymore, but he wasn’t sure how he was going to get out of his predicament just yet. Lloyd reached for the jumper cables again. Six tensed up, preparing for the next round of questioning. Lloyd leaned down in front of Six so he was level with Six.
“Where is Fitzroy?” Lloyd asked, looking Six dead in the eye.
“I’m telling you, I don’t know,” Six said through gritted teeth.
“Wrong answer,” Lloyd replied. He jabbed Six in the stomach with the cables. Six jolted violently as the electricity ran through his body. Lloyd pulled the cables away and Six coughed loudly.
“Unless you want me to lie, torturing me isn’t going to change my answer,” Six spit out.
“No? Well, it’s a good thing I brought someone else,” Lloyd said smugly. He gave a nod to one of his men and suddenly you were being pushed through the doors at the end of the room. You had a cut on your forehead and duct tape over your mouth. The men sat you down on a chair and tied you to it. Six could hear your muffled shouts as you met his eye. He pulled against his restraints trying to reach out to you.
“Let her go!” Six bellowed.
“Now, where would be the fun in that?” Lloyd taunted. “Here’s how this is going to work,” he started. “If you don’t give me an answer I like then I’m gonna give Princess Six a little jolt with the cables.”
“I don’t know where he is!” Six shouted.
“That’s not what we were looking for,” Lloyd said. He approached you.
“No! No! Stop!” Six shouted. Lloyd paused.
“Why? Is there something else you want to tell me?” He asked. Six looked down at his feet and then up at you. You shook your head at him, trying to keep him from giving in.
“I can call him,” Six said. “I don’t know where he is, but I can call him.”
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?“ Lloyd grinned devilishly. “Get me a phone,” he said to one of the armed men.
“Untie her first,” Six demanded.
“No, I don’t think I will,” Lloyd said. “And if you don’t tell me the number then I’m sure we can work out a punishment for your little girlfriend.”
“She’s my wife,” Six snapped back.
“A nonexistent man with no name and he has a wife. That’s a new one,” Lloyd joked. One of Lloyd’s guards walked in with a phone. “The number?” Lloyd asked, looking at Six. Six relayed the phone number to Lloyd. Lloyd flashed you a flirtatious grin and then put the phone to his ear as he headed out of the room. You were left in the room with Six and one guard. You met Six’s eyes.
“Duck on three,” he mouthed to you. You nodded. You watched as Six quietly mouthed out the count and then you threw yourself to the ground. Six ripped the ties around his wrists with a knife he had concealed and then stood and threw it over where you were lying on the floor to hit the guard in the neck. The guard pulled the knife out, took two steps forward and then fell to the floor, quietly bleeding out. Six raced across the room to you.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” Six muttered in a hushed tone. He lifted you from your position on the ground. “We’re gonna get out of here.” He carefully pulled the tape off of your mouth. “Are you okay?”
“Is Fitz going to be okay?” You asked, ignoring his question. Six reached up and gently ran his thumb over the cut on your forehead.
“Are you okay?” He repeated. You nodded.
“I’m okay,” you said.
“Good.” Six let out a relieved sigh.
“What about Fitz?” You asked again.
“He’ll be fine, honey. Right now we just need to get out of here,” he said. He undid the ties around your wrists and you threw your arms around his neck at once. Six raised his hand and gently stroked your hair. You let out a sob that was muffled by Six’s shoulder. “We’re okay.” He soothed you for as long as he could allow, stroking your back softly and whispering sweet nothings into your hair. He pulled away and kissed your forehead.
“Stay here.” Six was gone for only a moment before coming back with a gun. He approached you again.
“Okay, I want you to close your eyes. You’re going to hold onto my shoulder and follow me while we leave,” he said.
“Shouldn’t I have my eyes open? Won’t it be safer?” You questioned.
“No, baby. I don’t want you to see any of this,” he told you.
“Court, it’s okay,” you said. His lips just barely twitched upwards at the sound of his name on your lips. You were the only one who called him by his name anymore. You were the only one besides Fitz who even knew it.
“It’s not. Keep your eyes closed, okay? Promise?” He requested. You nodded.
“Promise,” you agreed. Six headed for the door. He looked back at you.
“Eyes closed, sweetheart. It’s all going to be okay,” he assured you. You gripped the fabric of his shirt over his left shoulder and then shut your eyes tightly.
For the next six minutes you were silent as you listened to gunshots and yelling around you. Your hand held tight to Six’s shoulder until you felt him reach behind himself and give your other hand a squeeze.
“You can open your eyes now,” he said. You opened your eyes and found you were in front of a car. Six pulled open the door. “Get in,” he told you. You ducked into the passenger seat and he closed the door behind you before climbing into the driver’s seat.
Six took off the moment your seat belt was buckled. After he had gotten onto the freeway he reached over and took your hand in his.
“Did they hurt you?” He asked.
“They knocked me out when they kidnapped me, but that’s all,” you said. Six glanced over at you and noticed a bruise forming over your eye beneath the cut on your forehead.
“We should get ice on that,” he said. “I’ll find us a place to stop,” he said.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” you said. “You don’t need to stop just for a bruise.” Six grimaced. “What?” You asked, noticing his expression.
“I just don’t want you to get used to this,” he said. “I want you safe.”
“I am safe,” you said. “I’m with you.” You gave his hand a squeeze. “Where are we going?”
“Safe house,” he said. “London. We’ll drive to Paris and then take the train,” he explained. You nodded.
By the end of the day you were in a small flat in East London. Court checked all the exits and ensured they were all locked before he retired to the bedroom. You had already gotten in the shower. He climbed in with you, taking the shampoo bottle from your hand as you picked it up. He squeezed some into his hand before gently rubbing it into your hair. You hummed in appreciation.
“Are you okay?” You asked after rinsing the shampoo from your hair and turning to face him. He nodded solemnly.
“I’m with you, darling. I’m always okay when I’m with you.” You nodded and reached up to shampoo his hair for him, standing on your tippy toes to reach the top of his head. He smiled down at you softly. His hands found your hips and he began rubbing slow circles on your bare skin with his thumbs. You looked down at his hands, but something else caught your eye. You looked up at Court with a smirk on your face.
“Something turning you on?” You teased.
“You,” he said with a small smile. He leaned down to kiss you but you spoke before he could.
“On the bed,” you said. Court nodded. He rinsed the shampoo out of his hair and turned off the water. He grabbed your hips and pulled you off the ground making you gasp. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed. He laid you down on the sheets gently before climbing over the top of you. He put a hand on either side of your head, caging you beneath him. You reached up and ran your fingers over the stubble on his jaw. Court leaned down and kissed you. His kiss was needy and desperate. He was often like this when he got back from missions. It was like the physical connection reminded him that he was human, and not just the killing machine the CIA had intended him to be. He moved his lips to your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses against the tender skin there.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured against your neck.
“Don’t be sorry,” you replied, running your fingers through his wet hair.
“I want to be,” Court said. “Let me apologize to you.” He slid down your body, nudging your knees apart as he did. You leaned back against the pillows as he began leaving kisses down your stomach and thighs. He settled onto his stomach in front of you and looped his arms around your legs, pulling your thighs apart. He didn’t waste any time, leaning down at once to lick a stripe up your slit.
“So wet,” he murmured.
“I did just get out of the shower,” you joked.
“Not what I meant, princess,” he said before leaning back down. Court circled his tongue around your clit slowly. You let out a small hum of pleasure, but he wanted more. He was a quiet man, but he loved when you got loud for him. He dove his tongue into your waiting hole earning a sharp gasp from you.
“Oh, Court,” you moaned softly. He reached up and ran his fingertips along your folds at the sound of his name. You only used it when the two of you were alone. You’d known him for three months before he had told you his real name, so it felt sacred to use it. Court moved his lips back to your clit, sucking harshly as he slid a finger into you. You let out a breathy moan as he began slowly thrusting in and out of you. He hit the spot inside you that always had you screaming for him and you moaned loudly, closing your thighs around his head. He leaned back slightly so he could speak.
“Keep ‘em open for me, honey,” Court instructed you. You whimpered but grabbed hold of your knees, prying your legs back open. “Good girl,” he praised before leaning back down. He slid a second finger inside you this time, curling them upwards to press against the soft part of your walls. You let out a long high pitched moan. Court groaned at the sounds you were making and began grinding himself slowly against the mattress, seeking any relief. He built a steady rhythm with his thrusts and he began sucking more harshly. He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers and he knew you were close.
“Faster,” you moaned. He complied at once, always wanting to give you your every need. He curled his fingers up once more before you were falling apart around him, moaning loudly enough that if the walls weren’t sound proofed, the whole building would have heard.
“Good girl,” he said as he leaned away. He stuck his fingers in his mouth after pulling them out of you. “Taste so good, baby.” You blushed and covered your face in embarrassment. He grabbed your hands and pulled them away from your face. “Don’t do that, you know I like looking at you,” he reminded you.
“Come up here,” you called down to him. He gave you a soft smile before climbing back over you. You spread your legs wide to make room for his body. You reached down and grabbed his cock causing him to groan. You slid his tip along your soaked lips a few times before he pushed into you.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned. You gasped roughly at the feeling of him inside you. He was a big man, in more than one way and you never seemed to get used to the way he would stretch you out.
“Good?” He asked quietly. You nodded.
“Go ahead.” Court started to move slowly, his thrusts slow and deep, letting you adjust to his length. He let his head drop into the crook of your neck.
“You’re so tight,” he whispered against your skin. “I could die in this pussy.”
“Don’t though,” you joked. He chuckled lightly. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging so that he had to lift his head. He met your eye and you leaned up to kiss him, sliding your tongue into his mouth and tasting the remnants of the watermelon flavored gum he had been chewing earlier. His thrusts were still torturously slow.
He liked to have you like this every now and then. Slow and sweet and loving. You whined when he lifted one of your legs so he could get just a bit deeper.
“Fuck, that feels so good, Court,” you moaned up to him. He moved his hips a bit faster when he heard your words. “Ah! Yes! Like that!” You moaned when you felt the new speed. He reached down and rubbed back and forth quickly over your swollen clit. Before you could register what was happening you were coming again, screaming out expletives as you pulsed around his cock. He pulled his hand away after he’d pushed you through your orgasm. He was still inside you, but he wasn’t moving.
“Can I give you another, baby? I want to give you another,” Court said. You nodded, completely cockdumb by that point.
“Only one more though,” you said. He nodded and kissed your lips lightly. He began thrusting again, faster this time. Your moans were louder now, still sensitive from your first two orgasms. You dug your nails into his shoulder blades leaving red scratch marks behind. Court leaned back and lifted both your legs so that they were in the air, resting against his shoulders. He kept one hand on your calf and the other steadying your hip. You moaned pornographically. “I’m close.” Court pressed a chaste kiss to the inside of your calf.
“Me too, baby. Hold on just a little longer,” he said.
“Harder, Court,” you cried out. He smirked but followed your instructions, thrusting into you more harshly. You were contracting around his cock as you lost yourself in the pleasure.
“Fuck, baby. You’re pulling me in,” Court groaned.
“Come inside me, Court. I want it,” you whined.
“I’ll give it all to you, princess. Give you all my love,” he moaned back. He leaned down so your legs were pushed above your head. You cried out in pleasure and came around him.
“Woah,” Court murmured. You were too lost in the pleasure to ask what he meant, but he thrust into you faster because of whatever he saw and after a few more strokes you felt his warm cum filling you up. He groaned softly as he pushed himself all the way inside you to make sure he pushed his cum in nice and deep. Your legs fell away from his shoulders so they rested against the mattress. Court made a few more lazy strokes, but you put a hand against his chest.
“Too sensitive,” you whimpered.
“Sorry,” he murmured.
“Don’t be sorry. I can’t handle another apology,” you said. Court chuckled and kissed your nose.
“You gotta get up so I can change the sheets,” Court said, rolling off of you. You whined disapprovingly and tried to grab onto his arm.
“Can’t we do it in the morning,” you complained. He looked down at you like you were missing something obvious. You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Baby, you squirted,” he said. You looked down. between your legs and saw the large wet spot on the sheets.
“Oh,” you said. Your cheeks heated with embarrassment. Court chuckled.
“Don’t be embarrassed, it was really hot,” he said. He tugged on your arm. “C’mon, you can get in the shower again while I change the sheets. I think we need another one.” You swung your legs over the edge of the bed.
“Has to be a bath, Court. I don’t think I can stand for that long,” you said. Sure enough when you stood to get off the bed your legs buckled underneath you. Court grabbed you so that you wouldn’t fall. He chuckled lightly.
“Arms around my neck,” he told you. You wrapped your arms around him and he placed one hand beneath your back as he lifted you beneath the knees to carry you into the bathroom. He sat you on the edge of the tub and started the water. “I’ll be right back, honey,” he said. He started to head out the door.
“Wait!” You called after him. Court turned back to look at you. “Can I have a kiss?” You asked sweetly. He grinned, something you only got him to do on the rarest of occasions, and stepped back towards you. He took your face in his hands and tipped your head up as he pushed his lips against yours. You hummed in the kiss, completely content, the rest of the day now long forgotten.
“Love you,” you murmured against Court’s lips. He smiled as he pulled away.
“Love you too, baby,” he said. You were the only person he ever said it to anymore and he didn’t want it any other way. You were all he needed, and you felt the same.
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My Life / Our Life
My Life / Our Life
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Family was the only thing that have ever mattered to you. I know it sounds cheesy but it’s true.
You home life wasn’t the greatest. Your mom and dad weren’t bad people, they weren't just the greatest parents.
You also didn’t have a lot of friends either. You were by far the tallest and the biggest kid in class. Kids always made fun of you because of your weight
But all that changed when a Blonde hair kid and his little brother transferred into your school.
The day Courtland saw you sitting alone eating your lunch he took to you. You were beautiful and he just knew there was something in you that he needed, that he wanted.
So you choose your family. Court and his brother were your chosen family. They were about the same age as you.
There home life wasn’t good either. Their piece of shit father was an abuser.
So you all kind of made the best of your situation. You spent the nights a lot at their house.
Court always protected and hid you the best he could from the violence. He knew at your home it wasn’t the best either. At least their you were with him and he could protect you.
Growing up you knew you had to study hard to go to a good school and get away.
You wanted to study journalism and tell the stories that mattered. You never had a voice before so doing this finally had one.
Court’s Brother kind of shifted as he got older.
Things got hard as as they got older their dad was getting worse and worse. When he was eighteen and you were sixteen that night changed the trajectory of all of your lives.
You weren’t there when it happened. You and Court were both grateful for even more so court.
It had reached a breaking point and he knew it was going to be his dad or his brother and that was a easy choice.
You remember being home an seeing the police come out. Every being nosey rushed out of their homes to watch. You just had this undeniable bad feeling in your gut. Something was wrong and you were to afraid to find out.
But nonetheless you ran outside, and what you saw broke you into a million pieces. You watched as a handcuffed bloody Court was being escorted out of the house. He kept his down not looking.
Your natural instinc was to run to him. You didn’t know what you were going to do but you know you needed to do something, anything.
Your parents and sisters were outside and you yelled his name breaking out of the clutch your dad had on you.
You caught him just as he was at the bottom of the stairs. He looked up at you and he had a blank look on his face. His eyes were scanning yours and it looked like it took hm a moment to process that it was you.
When he did his face softened up and he looked at you with tears in his eyes.
“I love you it’s going to be okay I promise you” You said to him
“I love you more” He said quietly.
Then the cops took him away. You didn’t break eye contact the whole time. He kept his head turned looking at you the whole time.
It truly broke every single thing in your body seeing that. Your feet were frozen in that space and it felt like the weight of everything was in your shoulders.
Watching as they carried out his dad’s body on a stretcher you didn’t even have to ask who it was. You already knew there was no question.
The weeks and the months had passed sense. No one was allowed inside of the house for a while. It was a crime scene after all.
Court’s Brother had gone and vanished which hurt. You two always cared about each other even when we was gone he still reached out. When he was home he loved to annoy you and do typical brother things.
Home was getting harder. Hearing your parents talk about how they knew he was trouble. Like they ever even gave him a thought before.
You couldn’t see him, which hurt you weren’t 18 and your parents weren’t sure as hell as taking you to see a murder.
Their words which was just untrue. He wasn’t a nasty or vile person. He was in a bad situation. And he was a protector and he had a choice to make.
You two did write letters though. He never talked to you about the inside though.
He only wanted to talk about you. You tried asking him was he okay , did he need anything. He just avoided it. He didn't want you worried or upset.
A year had gone by sense that day and the trial was offical starting. You woke up early and caught the bus to be there for him. You were the only person in his corner. Maybe just maybe because he was a kid and his background they would let him go easy.
His lawyer asked you to testify in his defense. He shut it down immediately, he said there was no way he was going to ask you to do that. He didn’t even want you at his trial. Not that he was utterly grateful for you.
It just killed him that you had to see him like that. You were young to you deserved to be shopping with friends and being a kid. Also seeing you and not being able to touch you or hold you close killed him.
You didn’t listen to him though a bad habit of yours. Always telling him he didn’t control you and you were your own person.
So you testified anyways telling the judge and jury and everyone who would listen how much of a amazing person he was.
How he was your protector , your friend , your mentor. Someone who always picked out the pink starburst because he knew you loved them.
When you felt insecure about your weight because you were plus size he always told you how beautiful you were. How every day he made you feel like you mattered.
How he eas everything good in this world that life had to offer
He mattered to he was someone , just because he got delt bad cards in life it didn’t mean that he should pay for it with the rest if his life. You pleaded with them to give him a chance.
When you were done you saw Court wipe a tear from his eye. Not that he would ever admit it. But sadly your pleas weren’t enough. And at the ripe old age of eighteen they decided to just send him away for life.
When they said the verdict you let out a sob. Feeling like your heart was ripped out of your chest. There was no way you heard it right. Court just sat there not showing emotion but feeling it on the inside.
Your sob was something he would never forget. How he felt so broken.
You struggled after a lot. He stopped writing you back. But that didn’t stop you from sending them anyways. You talked about everything and anything to him. He loved and hated them. He loved hearing anything about you.
But he hated them he wanted to let you go. As much as it hurt he knew you deserved a life and you needed to move on and be happy. That’s all he ever wanted from you was to be happy.
A few months after the trial you found out you got accepted into your dream school. You couldn’t believe UCLA wanted you. Not to mention a full scholarship everything you worked so hard for.
At the same time you got accepted into a smaller state school with a full ride. It was close to the prison Court was at.
You knew as much as you dreamed about LA you couldn’t leave him behind. He would have been all alone. In a few months you would have been eighteen.
You could be there and see him when ever you wanted. So you made a choice , which everyone in your life disagreed. All this for a man who would never breath free air again.
But that’s thing it was your choice. No one else’s.Court was always there for you so it was time you returned the favor.
So you wrote to him about college. You left out the UCLA part but told him where you were going to school. It was close by and you could come see him all the time.
His heart broke into a million pieces. He knew how much you dreamed about LA. He was also proud you for getting into a school with a free ride. He didn’t want you in the prison though that was a big fear.
He had changed in the two years he had been here. He didn’t talk anymore he had built up a wall and he became more distant. It was the only was he could survive. He didn’t want you exposed to this.
So when you graduated high school and moved into your dorm. It was a bittersweet feeling. You were so happy but also feeling so many different emotions of loss , guilt and emptiness.
But college life was fun. You meant a great group of friends. You felt like you belonged and you were happy and content with your choice now.
You were bubbling with excitement as your eighteenth birthday had approached. It meant you could see him again.
No one at school knew about it. They didn’t understand and you didn’t want to be judged.
So finally when it came around and you were happy about the gifts and the cake and the party in your dorm your friends made you. You were ready for the big day.
When it finally came you put on your prettiest outfit and asked your friend to help you with your makeup.
The butterflies were strong in your stomach. You got up early and caught the busses down. When you saw the fenced walls and the barbwire you couldn’t help but suddenly feeling nervous and unsure.
But you pushed it down and knowing when you saw him it would be worth it.
You were shocked to see so many people there. It was nerve wracking seeing the cops and it was so loud in there.
Being searched literally scared you and left you un easy. But when they walked you into the visitors room and sat you down. You quickly let all that go.
Court knew you were coming. They told him he had a visitor on his list and he instantly knew it could only be you. He knew he should be strong and not come out. Maybe you be so hurt you would stop talking to him.
But he couldn’t do that not to you. You deserved better than that. He needed to see you , he needed that breathe of fresh air. He needed a reason to keep going because he was slowly loosing it.
So when the day came he got so excited but of course he wouldn’t show it. His face looked like you better not fuck with me.
As he walked down the long hallway he could feel the excitement and nervousness bubbling up in his belly.
And when he saw you sitting there it was like he could breathe again. Like that exhale that he didn’t know he needed to finally let out.
The walk over to you felt like it took forever. But when he made it he sat down next to you. you both were made very clear on the no touching rule. God it killed him so bad.
You smelled like vanilla, like a cookie. It made him smile a little. You looked gorgeous and you were glowing. God you were so damn beautiful.
“Hey” You breathed out, letting out the same deep breath.
“Hey” He said, looking at you.
“Y/n” He started.
It made you worried the way he said it. You knew what he was going to say .
“Our life” was all you said.
He knew what you meant. You both had said it so many times together. It wasn’t just your life with your our’s because we were family.
He looked at you with a soft look on his face like he was holding back some tears he was to worried to let out. Despite being hard inside you always broke him.
“You deserve a life , something I can’t give you in here” He saId.
You so badly wanted to grab his hand and give it a squeeze.
“I know what I want and who I want it with i make my own choices” You said.
“I don’t want to hold you back” He said
“Your not I promise” You said.
“Now let’s talk about happy things only happy things.” You said
“Deal”: was all he said.
As the years went out you made sure to both keep you word to that statement. No matter how bad it was out for the both of you only happy things were talked about in your visits.
They were constant twice a week every time you could. And as the years went on both you changed. You worked as a freelance writer. Traveling between Maryland and New York because New york is where the work was.
Court had changed to, He was getting older and he started becoming more and more like a shell.
He knew you were getting older to you had needs and a life that you wanted he couldn’t provide you.
He wanted to know who you were out there with and were they touching you the way he wanted to touch you. The life he always dreamed of giving you.
But little did he know you weren’t seeing anyone. You tried hard but it wasn’t the same your heart belonged to him. No one could replace him.
You didn’t want to tell him that because you didn’t want him to feel guilty because of your own choices.
Little did you both know a big change was coming. That would really change the rest of your lives.
You went in for your usual visit but they told you he couldn’t bee seen. Which made you worried, I mean someone would tell you if something happened right ?
The visit from these people also took Court by surprise he had no idea who else would want to see him.
He was pulled into a more private room which made him become more nervous. He sat in a room for a while alone before a suit walked in.
The suit didn’t say anything to him just sat down. He threw Court some bubblegum, and Court took it.
Court wasn’t going to ask any questions he wanted to feel him out. He wanted to be in control. But the other suit also wanted to be in control so who was going to break?
Finally the suit decided it was time to stop playing games. He opened up the file and pretend to read it. He knew Court that was the whole reason why he was here. After a few minutes the suit looked at him.
“How would you like a get out of jail free card”? The suit said.
Court felt his heart skip a beat and he was intrigued. He didn’t want it to show or get his hopes up for that matter.
“Tell me what do you want” Court asked. Leaning up and looking the guy in the eyes scanning his emotions.
The suit never faltered he just kept his cool and didn’t show anything.
“Have you heard of the Sierra program” He asked not even following up.
“Was I supposed to” Court asked.
The suit just chuckled and then opened up then closed the file in front of him.
“Listen we want you your skilled and i’ve been keeping track of you in here I know everything about you” The suit said.
“Oh really” Court said.
“Look well train you to become a well trained assassin you work for us you do what we say when we say” The suit said.
“Yeah sure okay” Court said.
The suit pulled something out of his pocket and it was his ID proving his identity.
“You agree and your out of jail” The suit said.
“Thank but no thanks” Court said. He never was a killer. He didn’t want to sign his life away for some government propaganda.
“You could see her , touch her again” The suit said.
Court felt his protectiveness coming out. How the hell did they know about you. Was they threatening you ?
“Leave her the hell out of this” Court said he wanted so badly to ring this guy out because he kept his calm.
“Wow you must love her this is the most emotion i’ve seen from you” The Suit said.
‘Look i’m not going to hurt her I wouldn’ i have no reason to but I do have an offer, right now she’s what back and forth between New York and here just so she can see you” The Suit said.
“But if you accept my offer i’ll give something in return a chance for you two to have the life you always wanted the one she gave up hers for”The suit said.
Court looked confused at this statement because he knew the man obviously meant something more than what was entended.
“You don’t know do you” the suit asked surprised clear in his voice
“I guess it makes sense she would keep it from you, but she got into UCLA her dream school when you first got arrested but she turned it down to be with you she choose you over her dreams and she’s smart so she had a chance” The man said in a more human voice. It was soft spoken.
Court’s heart sunk into a million pieces. He knew how hard you worked for that. He knew what it meant to you. It was all you ever wanted and he felt responsible for taking that away from you.
The man was right you were smart you had everything going for you. You were meant to be someone and he took that away from you.
“What’s your offer” Court asked trying to hide the sadness in his voice.
“Were move the two of you out to prague that’s where the training is. She can work out there do whatever she wants. Were pay a very nice salary for the two of you she will being living wild above now and she can finally pursue her dreams to do what ever” The man said.
Court had a feeling it was to good to be true. But if there was a chance even a small one that he was telling the truth he needed to take it you deserved it.
“You said I’ll see her” Court asked.
“Yes of course we will allow days for you to go see her and once the training is over well your not under arrest” The suit said.
“And what i just work for you forever” Court asked uneasy but also more leaning to the idea.
A life with you was something he always wanted. He always dreamed about but he knew it was impossible.
“Listen it’s this or jail so i feel like the answer is clear well in my book it is you take the bad guys down and you live your life with your girl” He said.
“I wanna talk to her” Court said.
“Fine we can arrange that a visit no rules just the two of you how does that sound” The man asked.
“Set it up” Court said.
The man gathered his stuff and got up and left.
“Fitzroy by the way” The man said as he got up and walked out.
Court didn’t even give another thought he couldn’t for the sake of his mental health. He got up after that and reuturned to his cell.
The what if kept creeping back in head as much as he didn’t want it to.
A few weeks has passed sense then,
You had no idea that any of that happened. No way Court would tell you something like that. He needed to handle it first.
Right now you were sitting in your apartment. It was afternoon and you were working from home. You didn’t feel like the travels of New York today. It was nice and quiet in your place until someone started banging at the door.
Who the hell was it and why were they banging down the door. Then your anxiety started creeping because you were worried something bad happened.
You opened it up to see a man in a very nice suit sitting there.
“Fitzroy, wow you are more beautiful in person” He said.
“Um who the hell are you” You asked.
“I work with the CIA now come with me” He said
“No why would i do that” You asked snapping back.
He pulled out his ID and flashed his identity to you.
“Listen it’s about Courtland so let’s go” The man said
You felt your heart stopped and your knees got weak, What happened you thought.
“He’s fine he’s okay nothing like that” He said
“Get your stuff come on” he said.
You did as you were told, and got your things and quickly followed behind. You walked out to a black SVU that was waiting.
You got in and you all took off. The car ride was silent and the man looked straight ahead. He seemed like he was all business.
You on the other hand was a nervous wreck. You were also afraid of the fact this was a kidnapping.
But the journalist in you needed answers.
“So you gonna tell me what this is about” You asked.
The man just sat straight ahead and didn’t even look at you.
“Not my place” was all he said.
The car ride was familiar and you instantly knew where you were going. Your nerves and curiosity were taking over.
Finally you reached the prison and you wanted to bolt out of there. You got out and followed behind the man.
You all passed the line for check in and search. Which raised your red flags.
“What’s going on” You asked
The man didn’t answer you. He just kept walking and you followed him.
You ended up walking down a long hallway. Then finally you walked up to a room you never seen before. You never even been down this way ever. It was haunting.
The man opened up the door and you walked in. To your relief Court was sitting their uncuffed and fine.
“I’ll leave you two alone” Fitzroy said.
He got up and walked out. Leaving you two alone
Court got up and you ran over into his arms. God it felt so good. Having his big arms wrapped around you.
You instantly started crying this feeling was so missed. He hugged you so tight and you hugged him even harder.
You started crying and you felt a tear fall down his face and hit your neck. You never thought this would happen again. Was it a dream ? were you going to wake up ?
After a few minutes you both finally let go.
Court looked at you and placed his hand and brushed his thumb against your cheek. He sat his forehead against yours.
“I love you” was all he said.
“ I love you too” You said.
You both broke up. Court gestured for you to sit down which you did.
He pressed his hand grabbed yours and he pressed his knees against yours. Touching you as much as he could.
“Why didn’t you tell me” He started.
You looked at him completely baffled. Confused on what he was talking about
“School , LA I know please don’t lie to me why would you do that. You had a life you could have done something” Court said
You tensed up a little you never wanted him to know, he sounded hurt and disappointed
“I made my choice, it was mine alone no one else’s I stand by it” You said
“I never wanted to hold you back” Court said.
“You never did never not one bit I live my life with no regrets. Not one I love you I always loved you, everything was worth it. You were worth it” You said squeezing his hand.
Court looked up at you with a soft look on his face. He seemed a little taken back.
“What’s going on he said it wasn’t his place” You asked.
Court looked like he was searching for his answer.
“I can get out” Court was saying before you cut him off
“What are you serious, how when” You asked in one breathe
“The CIA being apart of a group training and it’s in prague. You can come with me there pay me us nicely” Court said but something in his voice seemed like it was uneasy
“What do you wanna do what training” you asked
“CIA not much is known taking bad guys down but they said you could come we could be together” Court said.
“Is this what you want” You asked.
“I want you, I want out we could be together” Court said.
“I want that all of that but not if your not sure about this program” You said honestly.
“I’m taking it the offer if it means spending my life with you it’s worth it” Court said.
“I love you I know your going to do the right thing for you” You said to him.
Court took his hand and cupped your face with it. He then scooted in closer to you. He looked deep into your eyes before pulling you close to him.
He leaned in and you leaned in and finally after all these years he finally kissed you.
It was everything you ever dreamed of. Minus the prison of course, but everyting was magical. The butterflies were strong.
It was like your lips melted against his and you didn’t want to let go.
Finally needing air you both broke apart. Court finally gave you smile.
Then the moment of course was interrupted and you two scooted a little away from each other.
“Well what’s the answer not that I don’t already know” Fitzroy said.
“I’m In” Court said.
“Welcome to the Sierra Program your new life starts now”
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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘┊𝗟. 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗡
ఌ︎. p. Lloyd Hansen x f!reader // g. smut
ఌ︎. cw. SMUT MDNI (p in v sex, rough sex, unprotected sex), chain sucking, Lloyd being a little shit, pet names (honey, baby, sweetheart, sweetness), no use of y/n— let me know if i missed anything!
ఌ︎. wc. 1.1k
𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧
Lloyd Hansen loved missions like this. The ones where the chase is greater than the thrill of the kill. When he got roughed up because a target thought they could fight their way out of the inevitable. He loved these missions because he knew you’d be waiting for him to walk through the door jumping at the opportunity to shower him with affection and tend to his every need.
When the blacked out SUV pulled up in front of the mansion, Lloyd stepped out of the vehicle and rolled his shoulders back trying to release some of the tension. Walking into your shared home, he dropped his duffel bag to the floor and called out for you. His body craved the weight of yours in his arms and you were nowhere to be found. Your housekeeper Aya approached him with a nod, silently welcoming him home. “Mrs. Hansen is waiting for you in your bedroom,” she informed him as she collected his bag to throw in the laundry.
He took the stairs two at a time and purposefully walked toward your shared bedroom. When he opened the door, you spun around with a smile and opened arms. Your husband scooped you up in his arms, his hands finding the globes of your ass as your legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed you with such fervor, drawing all of the air from your lungs until they burned. You smiled as you pulled away for air, fingers playing with his thick hair.
“Welcome home, Mr. Hansen,” you pressed another kiss to his lips.
“Mm, it’s good to be home, Mrs. Hansen,” he released his hold on your ass and gently set you back on the ground. He took hold of your hand and motioned for you to spin around. With one hand you opened the black silk robe, revealing a dark green lingerie set. The bra hugged your breasts beautifully and the panties hugged every dip and curve of your body.
Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, he whistled lowly and pulled you into his chest. You could feel the growing bulge in his pants as his rough hands roamed over your exposed skin. His fingers found the opening of your crotchless panties and he let out a low moan at the slickness of your cunt.
“Uh uh, two minutes,” you said, pushing his hands away. He groaned in frustration as you stepped away toward the bed. You grabbed the long suede box and handed it to your husband. He raised an eyebrow at the gesture, but opened it nonetheless. Inside was a gold Chopin chain with a vertical rectangle pendant that had your first initial engraved into it. “You, husband of mine, have successfully completed fifty whole missions,” you explained, “congratulations, baby.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” his voice was sickly sweet, “I’m gonna fuck your brains out.” He stepped forward until the backs of your knees touched the bed.
Taking the necklace out of the packaging, you clasped it around his neck, adjusting the pendant to rest in the center of his chest. Hooking your finger under the chain, you gently tugged him forward, both of you falling onto the bed. You kissed him hungrily, a clash of teeth and tongue as you allowed him to control the pace. You tugged on the hem of his top and pulled it over his head as he yanked his slacks off.
Lloyd ground his hips into yours, the soft cotton of his boxers brushing against your bare slit. You whimpered into the kiss as he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth.
“Fuck, honey, I missed you,” he kissed your neck and his thick fingers ran up and down the length of your slit, “missed my pussy.” You raised your hips, chasing more friction.
“Baby, please,” you whined at his teasing. He tsked in your ear before sheathing his cock into the warmth of your cunt. Your breath caught in your chest at the intrusion. The tinge of pain in between your legs only lasted a moment before it transformed into a delicious warmth that spread throughout your belly.
Lloyd’s pace was relentless. His hand rested on your lower belly feeling the bulge that came with every thrust. Your cries did nothing but encourage him to fuck you harder. Every choked out moan and whimper was bringing him closer to the edge.
“You always take me so well. Pussy’s always so tight and ready for me,” he growled. He grabbed you by the throat and pulled you into another searing kiss. His lips trailed across your jaw down to the spot on your neck that made your vision blurry. He nipped and licked at the spot, making you clench around him.
Removing himself from your neck, he pushed your knees toward your chest to fuck you deeper. Every thrust had you gasping for air. It felt like he was in your chest.
“Fuck! It’s so deep— you’re so deep,” you cried out.
Lloyd leaned closer, “look at me. Look at me when you cum.”
His new position had the shiny pendant dangling right in your face. You slightly extended your neck to catch it between your teeth. Your husband’s eyes completely glazed over at the action.
You were looking up at him with those pretty eyes, eyebrows pinched together, as you lapped your tongue over the jewelry. He’s never had a woman do something so incredibly simple that made him want to fuck his load into her over and over.
“You better fucking cum,” he said through gritted teeth. “Cum all over my cock, sweetness.”
His words made you do exactly that. The warmth in your belly bloomed into an euphoric bliss. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw clenched. You could feel the now warm metal between your front teeth as you uncontrollably spasmed beneath him. The sensation of your pussy strangling his cock had Lloyd cumming right behind you. With a grunt, he fucked you both through your orgasms.
As you come down from your high, you release the necklace, a thin string of saliva connecting from it to your tongue. You panted, looking Lloyd in his eyes. Your hands roamed over his chest and abs and his back.
Rolling you both onto your sides, never leaving the warmth of your cunt, he tugged you by the necklace he gifted you years ago. The one you have never taken off. He kissed you again, one of his large hands rubbing your ass. A loud crack followed by a sharp sting in your ass made you yelp.
“What the fuck was that for?!” you slapped him in the shoulder.
His hand smoothed over the previously harmed area in an attempt to soothe it. “You sucking on my chain.”
“Did you not like it?” you playfully narrowed your eyes at him.
“Of course I fucking liked it,” he pulled you on top of him. Your necklace now dangled in his face. He took the horizontal pendant with HANSEN engraved on it between his teeth.
“Just pissed I didn't think of it first.”
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Rescue - Six x Reader
Prompt: When you and your sister, Claire, get kidnapped, your only hope of rescue is Six.
TW: Foul language, abuse, murder
Nights like these had always terrified you. As you lay under the pale moonlight that had crept into your room, your mind raced. All you could think about was Six possibly bleeding out all alone. Or being tortured for information. Or a million other things that all crept through your mind.
This was only Six's second mission away from the safehouse. Both he and Fitz preferred him to be at home, protecting you and Claire. You were the only family he had left, and he would do whatever it took to protect both of you.
For the past two nights, Six had been gone. An assortment of guards filled the house in his absence, with at least one in eyesight at all times. You felt a sliver of reassurance at the thought that there was a guard right outside your doorway. Soon, Six would be back and the rest of your worry would dissipate. You were all too aware at the many attempts at your lives that had already taken place.
In the early hours of the morning, when the sun had just begin to peak through your blinds, you heard movement in the hallway. "Six," you asked, immediately rising to your feet. When your door finally opened, you screamed. Standing before you was not Six, instead two buff men dressed in all black, both fully armed. At their feet lay your bodyguard in a pool of blood.
You ran to the window, trying to pry it open, but the men were faster. A gun was at your back, the cold silver pushing into the exposed skin above your pajamas. "Let's go, pretty," the man breathed into your ear. You dared not yell for your sister, in hopes they would somehow miss her.
"I have the little one," another man yelled from the doorway, erasing any hope you had left.
"Good," your captor said. "Knock 'em out."
Without another word, something sharp pricked your neck, and the world went dark.
You woke up in a strange bed, in a strange bedroom. Ignoring the pounding in your skull, you walked to the window. Well-landscaped greenery stretched as far as you could see. There wasn't even another building in sight.
"Good morning, sunshine. I was wondering when you'd wake up," a voice rang across the room. You turned to find a man smirking at you. Despite pulling off a double kidnapping, he didn't look a bit fazed.
"Who are you?" you ask, a tinge of worry evident in your voice.
"Lloyd Hansen," he smiles. "Ever heard of me?" You shake your head, which only causes him to chuckle slightly. He closes the space between you, running the back of his hand down your cheek. "Let's just say I make people disappear."
You clenched your jaw. "And my sister and I, we're part of those people?"
Lloyd laughed again. "Oh, no, sweetie. You're a bargaining chip. You two are making the important people play right into my hand."
"And why are you telling me this?"
"Just so you know how unimportant you are, in the grand scheme of things. So you better do as you're told." Without another word, Lloyd left, slamming the door shut behind him.
Food was delivered thrice a day, with a guard setting down a silver platter and, without a word, leaving again. In those days, you clung to the only hope you had - Six. He had taken care of you before and you thought, you knew, he cared about you. He had to. You cared for him. You quickly shook the thought out of your head. You cared about him. But it was more than that, wasn't it? In the months he had spent with you, you had grown to care for him.
When the door opened next, Lloyd was on the other side, visibly annoyed. "Good morning, princess. Brought you a friend," he said, pushing in your uncle.
"Fitz," you cried, running into his warm embrace.
"Hurry this up, both of you," Lloyd said, tapping his foot impatiently. "I have to prove that both of you are alive before I can start beating the answers out of the old man."
You stood protectively in front of your uncle. "You're not going to hurt him."
Lloyd sighed before picking you up and carrying you across the room, barely acknowledging your kicking and screaming. Another guard took your uncle away, leaving you alone with Lloyd once more. He dropped you onto an armchair, caging you in with his strong arms. "I don't think you're in a position to tell me what I can and can't do."
"I hate you," you seethed.
"You're such a fucking brat." You stared up at the man and, without thinking, spit.
Lloyd reacted immediately, slapping the backside of this hand across your face, his rings tearing into your skin. "That's the kind of shit that will get you killed, princess." The pain didn't stop until he was long gone.
No one came until the next day, when both your sister and uncle were shoved into your room. "What happened to you?" Fitz asked, gently inspecting your bruised skin.
"Lloyd," you breathed, starting at his bandaged hand. "What happened to you?"
"Lloyd."
Thankfully, Claire was unharmed. You spent the next few hours wrapped in your family's embrace, holding onto the only comfort you had in days.
When gunshots rang through the air, Fitz instructed both of you to hide. With every noise, your heart stopped and you clutched Claire closer, covering her eyes and ears. Suddenly, the door opened.
"Took you long enough," Fitz spoke, relief lacing his voice. You finally gained enough courage to look up. At the doorway stood Six - bloody and bruised - but Six all the same.
His eyes softened when they met yours, then he saw your cheek. "Shit. What happened to you?" he asked, immediately rushing to your side. His fingers brushes the outline of the bruise, causing you to grimace slightly. His hand fell away immediately.
"Lloyd, but I'm okay. I just want to go home."
"Get Claire," Six instructed Fitz, keeping one arm securely around you.
Six led the way through the castle halls, only releasing his grip on you to shoot guards he met along the way. You didn't realize Lloyd's full force until you made it to the walkway. He stood on a walkway diagonal to you, a multitude of armed men on either side. Six and Fitz picked them off, finally making it to the end of the walkway. "We need to jump," Six said, his eyes scanning each possible exit way. The water was at least forty feet down, and your breath caught in your throat.
"Six," Fitz called, "Keep my girls safe." You looked down at your uncle, who had collapsed a few feet back. A pool of blood soaked through his shirt. You rushed to his side, Claire right behind.
"Come on, Fitz, stand up. We're going home," you cried, pulling on his arm.
"I love you so much," he cried, holding onto both you and your sister. "Stay with Six. He'll take care of you." He looked at Six once more. "Give me a grenade."
"No," Six said. "We're not leaving you." He tried applying pressure to his chest, but Fitz pushed him off.
Another round of bullets ripped through the walls, raining debris on us. "Please," Fitz cried. "Take care of them."
Six dropped something at Fitz's side, then pulled Claire off of him. "Stop," she screamed. "Six, please!"
"Go with him," Fitz urged, tears flowing down his cheeks. "Stay with him."
"I will," you cried, placing one last kiss on your uncle's cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too, kid," he breathed.
You turned back to Six, who was fighting to keep his hold on Claire. "Jump!" he screamed. Without a second thought, you jumped into the water below. Six was at your side when you surfaced, sputtering out water. "I've got you, let's go." You used every ounce of energy you had left to push through the water, until the grenade went off. Claire let out another scream, but Six was able to grab onto her, pulling her towards the shore. You pushed through the tears as you clamored onto the safety of the boat. Claire clung to you as Six started up the vessel. "Shh, it'll be okay," you soothed, fighting back your own tears. "Six is gonna get us out of here."
You looked up at Six, who was staring into the distance. "Stay down," he whispered, running off. You did as you were told until the gunshots started. Without thinking twice, you rummaged through everything on the boat, hoping to find anything that would help you. Your hand settled on metal as you pulled out a flare gun.
"Stay here," you instructed as you ran in the direction of the fight. Six lay on the ground, Lloyd standing over him. He didn't see you yet, so it was easy to land the shot to his back. His entire body crumpled as the flare burned a hole in his skin. He cried out, only disarmed for a second before running at you. With all his force, he knocked you to the ground, grabbing the flare before pulling you against him. "Six," you yelled, immediately drawing his attention. Lloyd's pace quickened, pulling you into the maze.
He pulled you through endless corners and you immediately lost your sense of direction. "Six!" you cried out again, hoping to give him a way to find you.
Lloyd immediately stopped, shoving you backwards into the wall. His hand gripped your throat, slowly cutting off your air supply. "I'm done messing around, sweetheart. Either you can it or I blow your pretty little head in." You nodded, causing him to release his hold on you. "Good girl."
When you made it to the center of the maze, Lloyd stopped running. He instead stood behind the fountain, flare pressed squarely to your temple. Six emerged moments later, gun pointed directly at Lloyd.
"It's time we end this, don't you think? Give me the gun and I'll give you your girl." Six's position didn't change. "If your strategy depends on me not killing a woman then you need a new strategy." He withdrew the flare from your head long enough to fire a shot into the maze, immediately pressing the hot metal back onto your temple.
This pain was unlike anything you'd ever felt before - white hot. A scream cut through your throat as you clawed at Lloyd, aching for the pain to go away. Six took not a moment longer to disarm his gun, immediately throwing it into the fountain before you. "Cute. I meant loaded."
"No one throws a loaded gun, Lloyd."
Six begins circling towards you, causing Lloyd to circle the other direction, pulling you with him. "You know, I normally wouldn't stick around at this point in the night. But you've been a pebble in my shoe since the very beginning. I think I want to stick around for this one." Lloyd finally released his grip on you and you ran to Six, clinging onto him tightly. "Let me see your face," he whispered, pushing your hair behind your ear. He studied it gently before looking back at Lloyd.
With his arm still around you, he took a few steps to the right, circling the fountain once more. "You know what, Lloyd?"
"What's that, sunshine?"
"I might've let you live if you hadn't touched her." Lloyd's eyes darkened. "Take the shot." The bullets hit him before he could even flinch. "Let's go."
Claire was still on the boat, a woman now nestled beside her. "Let's get out of here," she panted. Six sat at the wheel, immediately hitting the gas. This time, nothing stopped you.
Part 2
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Baby Girl (The Gray Man x Female Reader)
Based off film, not book
Sierra Six x Reader x Lloyd Hansen
Warnings: Explicit, Age Gap, Violence, Language, Sexual Assault, Loss of Parents
Ages:
You are 21
Sierra Six (Court Gentry) is 41
Lloyd Hansen is 40
Summary: After your parents were mysteriously murdered, a man of the name Donald Fitzroy decided to take you as his own…but unfortunately that doesn’t come without a price. Later the years passed and somehow you caught the eyes of two dangerous men. One of them completely ignoring the chemistry while the other relishes in it.
~ Chapter One ~
This was not the life you wanted, maybe in a fantasy world…sure, but this is reality. At Fifteen you became an orphan when you opened the door to your suburban home with a smile on your face after your friends dropped you off. Only for that smile to fall apart after seeing objects and furniture trashed and a few bodies laying around.
Your friends already left leaving you to clutch your phone as you side stepped bodies, making sure to not create too much noise. Blood painted the walls, cabinets, sofa, and flooring.
Grabbing a gun, you checked to see if the safety was on and if there were bullets left. Safety was off. Bullets were in. You hadn’t gone to a shooting range that much but you know the basics thanks to your father and even some friends. Your parents were not in the living room nor kitchen, which made you still scared for their sake.
“Mom, dad?”
Your voice trembled and tears threaten to escape. Wanting to run far from there but you couldn’t until you knew your parents were safe. Only if.
Fresh blood poured out from your mother’s gauged out eyes and slit throat. A knife still stuck in your father’s chest, his eyes focused where your mother laid. Bile rose to your throat, puking when you turned from the gruesome scene no child should see of their parents. Dialing the cops, they came to the scene and threw a lot of questions at you. Why did you have a gone? Where were you? Who were those men in tactical armor? Blah? Blah? Blah? They brought you into the station and that was when you met Donald Fitzroy. “What do you want? As I said a thousand times before, give me a fucking lawyer.”
“I’m not here to prosecute you. I know you didn’t do that, besides, you’re free to walk out those doors.”
“What?”
“Listen, I’m sorry for what has happened. Truly. You’re just a child who saw the most unforgivable. I’m here to give you my condolences and to offer you a safe place. Whoever did this, they are dangerous and I don’t know if you are next on the list as you were the child of their targets.”
Sniffling, you can’t help but to let out a sob and some tears, “Who are you?”
“My name is Donald Fitzroy and I am the director for CSS short for Cheltenham Security Services. Though, I am retiring so now would be your best bet to come with me for protection.”
“…How am I supposed to trust you?”
Donald smiled and threw a file on the table, “If you got any questions, I’m right here. I don’t know why your parents were targeted…why your family was targeted. Hate to be the one telling you this, but you are the only living member left. Telling me this isn’t random and since it’s just you left, you are the best bet to this puzzle.”
“No time to mourn?”
“You can mourn,” he stated softly, “Mourn all you want. You didn’t deserve any of this.”
After the meeting, he took you on a private jet to his home in a different country. His niece Clair was only seven and though you were distant and 8 years older, you were each other’s saving graces. Yes, there were many problems you couldn’t confide with her as she could with you, but it was nice having her around. Donald and Clair slowly became your family and both helped you overtime with the loss of your own blood.
Time to time—unfortunately—a man named Denny Carmichael would visit to steal you away for a few meetings and made you train. Made you. Being a resilient one made him all the more angry yet insistent about you. Donald hated the idea of making you an assassin, but the CIA all turned their heads away. At one point he took your training so intensely that he had you meet someone to learn how to interrogate. He was a handsome man, you have no shame admitting, but a complete sociopath. Maybe even psycho. With gorgeous blue eyes and a strong mustache, you couldn’t help but blush the first time meeting him. Which made his ego burst more than it should.
“Why the fuck should I waste my time with a brat?”
Those were his first words.
It only lasted a week with him as a woman who you never met seemed to know how to pull strings to get you out of training altogether. Though, you too made quite an impression yourself. Being a young 15–almost 16–year old who about lost everything she loved, every time you spoke to him was as if you were signing for a death wish. He beat the crap out of you when you talked back or didn’t do what you were told. Yet, you always gave him a shit eating grin with blood dripping from your nose and lip.
Lloyd Hansen never forgot about you…the stupidest yet strongest brat he ever met.
Three years passed and you didn’t have to deal with anything involving the CIA and other government politics. Donald was really trying the best he could to let you live as a semi-normal teen. The only thing you had to worry about was Clair’s heart. And the fact your guys address got leaked. That was how you met Six and you completely fell for him. Though, you were only 18 and he was a whole grown man.
“(F/N), can you come here for a moment,” the maid announced. Leaving your room, you paused for a moment after seeing him. Easily guessing him to be around 6 feet compared to your height, you can’t help but blush from his right fit suit and facial hair. Cursing at yourself mentally because of your hormones, you greeted him with a shy smile and offered your hand out for a shake. His grip was strong and you could feel just from it that he was a hardworking man. It was stale for awhile between all of you…well it was just stale with him. Clair was more sassy than usual but you didn’t change your behavior. Every other morning you did your routine of working out with weights and skateboarded out front. Every evening would be a walk and sometimes run around the limits of where you were aloud. You knew that it may have been a pain for Six to take care of two at once but from how he hovered over Clair more you had an idea that Donald may have told him of your training.
After Clair had her peacemaker attack and fell asleep on the hospital bed, you held her hand and tried to keep a conversation with Six.
“She’s not lying about this being another Thursday. You know, she’s a strong kid. More than I could ever be.”
“Hmm.”
“Pfft…you know…come here I got something.”
Cautiously he walked towards you. Rolling your eyes, you reaches for your pocket and pulled out a box. “I’m a gum chewed myself. Donald tried to get me to stop, but I’m just too damn stubborn.”
Offering him a piece, his mouth tweaks a bit and he accepts the Spearmint. “Why did you pull out?”
“I didn’t want to do it. Just because I lost everything doesn’t mean I should be used as a toy. No offense.”
“None taken. You were too young anyways.”
Later that night Clair woke up and you all were able to go back home. Left your bathroom door open, you turned on your shower connected to you room. You threw off your shirt and pants leaving you in lace pink bra and underwear when you noticed something strange.
Or someone.
Pretending to not notice, you grabbed your razor and just as the figure moved you threw it at them. The man stalking you cursed when he felt the razor graze his cheek and took out his knife, rushing at you. Saying “Fuck it” to yourself you ran at him and focused on the weapon. Using your forearm for guarding, you kicked his side which made him grunt and get more frantic in his attacks. Switching the knife to his other hand, he cut your arm and with the pain as distraction, he got a hold of you with his arm squeezing your neck. Yelping, you felt the knife go from your neck all the way down under your belly button.
“My, my, for someone barely legal you sure are delicious aren’t you sexy?”
“You pervert,” you hissed when his knife was poking just under the waist band of your panties.
“She’s right, you are a pervert,” you hear a voice that made you sigh with relief. The assassin’s dirty hands left your body and all you heard was a disturbing gurgling noise. Six then stood in front of you with blood on his arms. “You okay,” he asks you looming over. “Yeah, I’m going to take a shower. You should too.”
He nods and went to the sink to wash his hands.“I’ll clean this mess up. Sleep with Clair when your done,” he orders before drying his hands and moved over to your dresser to pick out your pajamas and even underwear. Your heart races and can’t help the embarrassment to overflow, but you let him get your clothes anyways as you closed the door to take your shower. Behind the door, you smiled and toled him, “You know, that was OOC of you.”
“What does that mean,” Six asked, moving towards the body using your sheets to move it.
“Means “out of character”, usually you hum, grunt, of just say a word or two. Not really have I heard you make jokes. But you did make one about the guy being a pervert when he—well—you know.”
“Well that’s because he was…plus being around you and Clair is such a headache.”
“Pfft, you love us,” you laughed before hopping in the shower.
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Heaven Is In A Shortcake {xvii}
AND NOW~ IT WAS TIME~ FOR TUMBLR TO DROWN IN THE SWEET SORROW OF THIS FIC'S 17TH CHAPTER
disclaimer: The Gray Man and the characters are NOT mine, even the reader. I only own the plot and the reader's character lol. Pictures used in the fic are NOT MINE, but only the edited version (u can msg me if u ze owner); credits to the rightful owners and canva + weheartit. Additionally, I am not a Subic/Zambales native, so my apologies for any wrong locations, descriptions, or languages.
Six x F!Reader / Courtland Gentry x Female Reader
warnings: moderate amount of swear words. some filipino dialogues. slow burn. fluff. trust issues. dramaramramamama. comedy if you use a magnifying glass. culture shock. word count check. slightly proofread/revised.
CHAPTER SELECTION IS IN THE ✨Masterlist✨
Chapter 16 was the icon
Chapter 17 is the legend
word count: 3.9k
(N/N) = nickname
*Kiara = Clare
*Kurt = Court
*cover names = reader doesn't know YET (except you do know #wreckthe4thwall)
This has got to be kidnapping.
Yet how can it be when you're not even verbally struggling to escape?
The only physical binding you have is your sprained ankle. If you didn't have that, you can easily jump out of the car.
But you dare not anger Court any further. He might not let you leave them until you ripen of old age.
Would that be so bad, though?
You blush, sharply averting your gaze out the window as if it would throw the thought away. Being with Court and Claire in less than three hours for thrice a week should be enough for friends hanging out.
Right?
So, why are you wishing for more time?
Why are you always at the edge of your seat waiting for them?
Why is it always hard to watch them walk out of the cafe without you?
The answers are obvious. You just don't want to indulge them again, especially after what happened tonight.
"Home runnnn!" Claire shouts happily as she races through the garage. She certainly looked like she batted a ball out of the field, arms raised overhead, open-mouthed grin, and keys dangling noisily.
You and Court stay silent as Claire unlocks the door. He has you in his arms again, but you don't breathe a complaint this time.
"Want to take a bath, (N/N)?" Claire asks when the three of you entered the guestroom.
You nod. "Sure, that'd be grand."
Court gently sets you down on the bed. "Do you, um, need help?" he questions with a red face, "Taking a bath?"
You laugh. "I'm not that incapacitated, dude. Just get me a chair, towel, and clothes."
"Here's a towel!" Claire gets one from the closet and deposits it on the bed in a flash, "I'll go get a plastic chair!"
She's out of the room before either of you can blink.
"What a proactive teen," you comment amusedly before the silence becomes awkward.
Court snorts in agreement, looks at you for a few seconds, and turns away. "Hey, listen, you can borrow my clothes for the time being."
"Do you have my kind of underwear this time?" you tease.
"About the underwear.. we can buy some tomorrow morning." Court awkwardly rubs his nape, "There's a— what do you call this.. a small market at the park tomorrow. It's always there every Saturday, from 6 AM to 10 AM."
"A tiangge?"
"Yeah, that!"
"Alright, it'd probably be good for me to walk around tomorrow."
"Who says you'll be walking around?"
"Uh, I did?"
"No, you're staying in the car."
"What?"
"My house, my car, my rules."
You chuckle. "Court, seriously.. what are you doing? This is rather sweet and all, but you're lowkey scaring me." you swiftly add to ease his growing anxiety, "It's scary in a funny way, actually. But I'm getting worried that you're over-worrying about me."
He glances down at the floor. "Isn't this what friends do?" and peers at you with eyes so dubious it's as though he doesn't know the meaning of friends.
"Yeah, it is.. and I would do the same for you, it's just that…" you look straight into his eyes, "This kind of overworrying feels different. I can't help but think it feels different. This, us, we.. feel different. But I don't want to think it does, I want to know."
You're quick to realize what you just said, their weight and meaning, so you let out a loud laugh. Hopefully it will dispel your statements.
"Or maybe it's just me!— Me being silly ol' me," you snicker.
Yet Court is looking at you as though he understands the facade you're wearing.
"What's so funny?" Claire drags a monoblock chair into the room.
You shake your head. "I was just mimicking Flint Lockwood."
"You know Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs?!"
"Know it? I've watched it a hundred times!"
"There! Good as new!" Claire declares, satisfied.
After taking a bath, the father-daughter duo helped you with your wounds again. Claire has just finished bandaging your elbow. While Court went to get another compression bandage after leaving an ice pack on your ankle.
"Kiara.. may I ask you something?"
She snorts. "Of course. And no need to be all formal."
"How did you and Kurt find me?"
Claire freezes, the look on her face somewhat resembles a search engine loading continuously due to a weak internet. "Um, well.. we were going to invite you to watch a movie with us," she smiles sheepishly, "It's Friday. And it's been a while.
"Anyway, we knew you were going to Lillia's, so we turned around and drove to the hotel. We got there just as you were being chased."
You resist a shudder when you hear derisive howling in your ears. You wonder how long those guys will be in your mind, their laughs and hoots bouncing back and forth, reverberating your skull.
"I'm glad you two turned around," you smile at Claire with glassy eyes. "Thank you, Kiara."
She's stunned until tears brim her eyes. But Claire doesn't let them fall. "Don't just thank me. It's Six who beat their asses," she snickers.
"Who?" you ask.
"What?" Claire replies and freezes in realization.
"(Y/N), are you hungry?" Court inquires, sidling in the room.
"No, thank you." you glance at him from head to toe, "How about you? Didn't all that ass kicking got you starving?"
"Not really." Court sits on a chair at the edge of the bed. He takes off the ice pack from your ankle, which he towel-dries before he mindfully wraps a compression bandage around it.
He's too focused on your sprain while you're so engrossed watching him that neither of you notice Claire sneaking out of the room.
"Hey, can you come over here and hand me the ice pack?"
Court just finishes bandaging your sprain. Yet he wastes no time obliging you. This, again, neither of you notices.
"You found another welt on you?" he asks, sounding like he's half-joking (but he's not).
You snatch the ice pack from him and press it up against his left jaw. Court is monumentally unprepared for the "assault" that he winces in pain.
"Nope! Found a bruise on you, though." you say, snickering.
Court lets the astonishment wash over him. "You notice that?" he asks, somewhat amazed.
"At first, I thought it was a tattoo."
"Really?"
"No, I'm joking."
"Oh.."
You snort. "Doofus."
"Twerp," he fires back, flaring.
You double over, laughing. But you still have the ice pack steady on his jaw. "Sometimes you're a sore loser," you examine his face for any more injuries, but it's hard when he's scrunching it up to a scowl. "No, scratch that, you are one."
"And you're just infuriating. All. The. Time." he remarks with hardening emphasis.
"But you love me," you intone jokingly.
Court stares at you, astounded. And as the blood creep up his face, your laugh dies down in shame.
He knows you're joking, right?
You know you were joking.. right?
Sure, you like-like him, but you wouldn't call it love. Infatuation is more like it. Or stirrings, as Captain Jack Sparrow termed it.
Your inner self gives you an unimpressed look.
'Ok, fine.. feelings.'
Court calls your name.
"Huh? What?" you snap out of your stupor.
Court grabs the ice pack from you and off his jaw. "I asked if you want to call somebody." he says with genuine concern.
"Oh… I don't think I can talk to anybody about what happened just yet."
"Okay," he pauses, "Sorry.. I thought you'd feel better if you talked to Mindy. Or maybe Erick."
You chuckle. "I would if we were still dating."
Court blinks at you.
You elaborate. "I mean, we were only dating. He's not really my boyfriend in the first place."
"So… You two aren't dating anymore?" Court asks.
"That's right." you nod and pretend like your heart is not leaping up your throat because of what you plan to say next. "I told Erick I can't date him anymore because I realized I already like someone else. Even before him."
"So," he hums inquisitively, "You're dating this someone now?"
You shake your head, smiling sadly. "No, I haven't told him I like him yet."
He gulps. "Why is that?"
"Because after what happened tonight, as much as I want him to know.. I don't want him to think it's because he saved me."
Court is looking at you like you're a thousand-piece puzzle.
You blush. "I know I've liked this guy for a long while now. And I know this isn't the right time, but.. I'm idiotically still trying to tell him. That I like him."
Silence spreads to every corner of the room. And if it weren't for the crickets serenading outside, the silence would be awkward the way it should be.
Court is still saying nothing. He has his eyes on the floor and you have no idea what's going on in his mind.
Typically, you're that friend who advises their other friends to just say it— do it!— Don't ride the merry-go-around.
Yet here you are, dangling on one of the carousel horses as it spins for all eternity.
"You should get some rest." Court says finally.
"Huh?"
"I said, you should get some rest."
"Oh… That's what I thought you said."
He hauls out something from his jacket pocket. "Here.. the channel is all set," he nods at the walkie-talkie, "Keep it open and call me as soon as you need me— or anything."
"Sure," you grab the device absentmindedly. "Good night."
"Good night."
And then he leaves, shutting the door behind him.
You look at the transceiver, place it on the bedside drawer, and expel a hefty sigh. "Ang tanga mo talaga," you tell yourself, forcibly lying down. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! You should've just told him!— Why didn't you tell him? Oh right, because I'm an idiotic, no good, shit for brains, twat!"
A sharp twinge rises up your leg as a scratching pain erupts from the rest of your body. "Ow, ow, ow," you stop thrashing, slowly placing your sprained ankle atop the pillow it was on. You sigh exasperatedly, "I'm such a dumbass."
"You're such a dumbass!"
"Excuse me?" Court glares at Claire over his shoulder as they climb up the stairs.
She rolls her eyes. "Her message was as clear as the archipelago sun!"
"Whose?"
"(N/N), duh!"
He furrows his brows. "What message?"
She snaps her fingers. "And that's why you're such a dumbass."
"Fine. Whatever. Just get to bed."
"Fine! Let's all see how this stupidity between you and (N/N) plays out!"
Claire storms in her room and noisily shuts the door before Court can retort. He ponders what she's got to be mad about.
He takes a short bath, sets another set of clothes aside for you, and checks the house's security.
No one's after you three.
That's not just why Court suggested you stay with them for a few days. This is better than you staying all night at the cafe alone. And like hell he'll ever leave you alone after what happened tonight.
Court checks the handgun under his pillow as he looks at the guestroom's feed.
If someone did come after them, he'll have no choice but to take you with him and Claire.
Suddenly, he recalls what you said earlier as he lays on the bed.
"...as much as I want him to know.. I don't want him to think it's because he saved me."
You're not talking about him, right?
"I know I've liked this guy for a long while now—"
There's just no way, right?
"—And I know this isn't the right time, but.. I'm idiotically still trying to tell him. That I like him."
Court abruptly sits upright. "Fuck!" he breathes out, wishing he can do the same to the heat in his cheeks. "Don't do this to yourself, man. You're 100% uncertain."
Maybe you were just delirious from the trauma.
Yeah, that's plausible.
But also worrisome.
Court glances over to his desk, where the security feed is showing any events live inside, outside, and ten meters around the house. But he's focused on one feed: the guestroom.
You're fast asleep already. And how you're so unmoving sets paranoia ablaze in his veins.
He has the right to worry, right?
So, it's okay for him to switch on the guestroom's camera audio and cranks it up until he hears your breathing, right?
He puts on one earbud and doesn't dwell on the fact that what he's doing is downright creepy.
Setting up a tablet beside him on the bed, Court finds the security feed on the device. He then lies back down and tries closing his ends. Not after a minute, he ends up watching you on the screen.
'Hopeless..'
He ignores his demons snickering at him.
As he continues eyeing the security feed of the premises, particularly you, Court doesn't realize he fell asleep.
Until he hears you scream.
"NO! NO! STOP— PLEASE!"
Court practically becomes The Flash. He bolts down to the guestroom before his eyes can fully open.
He shouts your name as he bursts in the room. Opening the lights, he finds that you have no (external) attacker.
You're sitting down, yet you looked like you ran a marathon. "Hey, Kurt," you wipe the cold sweat off your brow. "I'm so sorry for waking you."
He stammers. "No. Not really, I.. I just got up to get some water."
You glance at the time, 1:35 AM. "Still, sorry for disturbing you and shit."
Court sighs. "Stop apologizing. How many times do I have to tell you?"
"Maybe 99 more to get it through my thick skull?"
"That's probably not enough."
You laugh, shaking your head, and you scratch behind your ear. "Did I wake Claire up, too?"
Court glances out the door when he hears footsteps. Claire carefully rounds the corner, armed with a handgun dipped towards the floor.
"No, she's still asleep." he blankly says as he turns back to you.
You heave a brow. "Why are you lying?"
Court is taken aback. Was he that obvious? No one can usually read him, not even Claire; although, Donald and Margaret used to.
"Oh, Claire!" you holler in a singsong voice.
The teen reluctantly peers in the room, hiding her weapon behind her. "H-Hiya," she smiles nervously.
You chuckle. "The two of you should get back to bed. I'm sorry for getting you out of there in the first place."
"It wasn't your fault you had a nightmare, (N/N)." says Claire. "Would—"
"Would you like some company?" Court asks just before the teen could. He looks at her in befuddlement, while she sneers maniacally at him.
"No, you two should rest." you give a small smile, "I'll be fine."
Except you didn't get to be.
For the past three hours, you've woken up from several nightmares. Only a few of them did you wake up screaming. Sometimes you can't even sleep immediately because it takes you back to the same bad dream.
It takes all of Court's might not to barge back in the guestroom, lay down next to you, and kick all those nightmares in the ass.
After your first nightmare, Court hasn't slept a wink. He returned to his room and watched you through the security feed. When you've had your second nightmare, he quickly sets up the sandbag in his room and starts whaling on it.
But there's only so much that he can take from hearing your cries. He tried muting your security feed, yet for some reason, it's worse than before.
So, Court has selfishly decided that you need someone with you tonight. Whether you like it or not.
He waited until you're back in deep sleep after a nightmare.
Without little to no sound, Court sneaks into the guestroom and places a chair beside the bed. And as he sits there, it just hits him that he doesn't know what the fuck to do. You'll probably have a heart attack when you wake up and find him staring at you.
How should he comfort you?
He pinches himself when the first thought he has is to get in bed with you. There's got to be another way other than that— it'll be the last resort.
You suddenly let out a grunt, stirring, and Court flinches, readying to flee. But you're still asleep. It's another nightmare.
Court spots your clenched fist and tightens his jaw. He looks at your grimacing face, and for some reason, it's similar to your concentrating face. Now, here's a thought: what if you're suppressing yourself for him and Claire? So that you won't wake them up because of your nightmares.
He chuckles in both disbelief and admiration. That'd truly be you. Even when you're having trouble, you're still looking after them.
Breathing in and out, Court takes your balled hand in both of his. He strokes your fist, tracing patterns on your skin until he feels your muscles release their contraction. Gently, he unfurls your tightened fingers and soothes them one by one.
Compared to his, your appendages are small and smooth. It astonishes him how a hard worker such as yourself has dainty hands. But he stands corrected when he feels a few callouses. Nevertheless, your hand fascinates him.
What would it feel like to hold both of your hands in his own?
The thought is cut short when he feels crescent marks on your palm. Court frowns at that and then at you. "Idiot.. stop taking on everything by yourself," he whispers and carefully holds your hand in both of his. "I'll be here for you, (Y/N). I am here. You just.. gotta see me."
For the second time tonight, Court has fallen asleep watching you.
And once again, you're the one to wake him. But not with a scream this time.
"Court," you softly call, tugging on his hands.
With his name like a feather on your lips, everything within him stirs wildly into life. But he doesn't show that effect you have on him.
He slowly rises from slumping on the bed. "Hey, sorry, did I scare you?" he blurts out with one eye still closed.
You chuckle. "No, you didn't."
"Get back to sleep. I'll just be here."
"Why don't you..?"
"Hm?" Court blinks at you curiously.
You fight back the blush, scoot further in the bed, and pat the space beside you. "I don't think you're comfortable there. Why don't you sleep here instead?"
He gulps. "Aren't you gonna ask me what I'm doing here first?"
"Will you answer me honestly? Or tell me to shut up and rest?" you question amusedly.
"Both?" he stifles a grin.
You shortly laugh before you tug him towards you. It doesn't take long for him to fold. Just you holding his hand is enough to make Court roll over for you.
He worriedly climbs in the bed—
"Oh, wait!"
"What?!"
"Let's switch."
".. Why?"
You redden. "I don't want you sleeping on my sweat, man! Understand?!"
He looks at you for a few seconds and sputters out a laugh. "Alright, fine," he says before you can chastise him for laughing. You scoot over as he rounds the bed, "There. Happy?"
"Very," you nod and settle down.
"Oh, wait!" he exclaims this time.
"What?!"
Court returns to his room to retrieve his clothes that you were going to wear later in the morning. "Change. You stink." he chucks them to you, sneering.
"Go away, then." you snarl.
"Like hell I would."
"Just turn around, moron!"
He obliges, snickering, and when he faces away from you, horrific realization strikes like vicious lightning across his chest.
You're undressing. With him still in the room. And it's just the two of you. Has he mentioned that you're currently undressing?
His demons are biting into the side of his neck, yanking at him to look over at you. This is bad. His self-control is losing a lot of blood.
"Need any help?"
Yup, that's significant blood loss right there.
"No, I got this. Thanks, Kurt."
After an eternity (minute) of suffering..
"Done!" you exhale, relieved.
And so did Court.
He rigidly gets in the bed without glancing at you. His self-control needs recharging, it doesn't help that you're half-an-arms length away. But even just a visual on you is lethal.
The two of you are staring at the ceiling. Until you turn your head to Court, just as he risks a glance at you. His self-control can't charge anymore.
You grin apologetically. "Sorry for keeping you up. Let's get some rest," and roll on your side, facing away from him. "Good night."
"Yeah, night." he replies, staring at your back.
Before horrendous thoughts can start invading his mind, Court notices something amusing.
He stifles a grin, his shirt is like a blanket on you. The way it hangs on you with too many folds screams that you're wearing an extremely baggy top. It'll never not be entertaining to have you in his clothes. What's more, only ⅓ of your feet are sticking out the hem of his joggers.
This time, Court doesn't fall asleep watching you. Because with you up close, he's granted visual acuity to scrutinize you evenly.
Your hair doesn't appear damp despite the cold sweat you're experiencing from the nightmares.
The curve of your shoulder somewhat displays tenacity and elegance simultaneously.
How can such a tiny body hold so much strength and carry such burdens?
Eventually, the nightmares are back. And Court is ready for them.
As soon as you're stirring abnormally and moaning in fear, Court props onto his elbow and carefully grabs your shoulder. He calls your name, shaking you gently.
You jolt awake, breathing heavily. "Court," you look at him, the fear in your wide eyes diminishing gradually. "Did I wake you?"
"No," says Court, steeling his resolve. "Come here."
You almost didn't understand what he said. Until he pulls you to him. And you move compliantly.
Court shimmies his arm under your head, while the other clutches your waist, pulling you closer until there's no space between your back and his chest.
You stifle a squeak when he slips a leg between yours. "Sorry," he says in your hair, "Just gotta get this.."
He clasps the edge of the pillow with his toes and carefully reels it. "Lift your left leg up," he tells you, and you oblige. He leaves the pillow between your legs and grabs the one you lifted. "You can put this down now."
He helps you in setting your sprained ankle down on the pillow.
"Good girl."
Oh, damn..
Thank the heavens you're not facing him right now. He'd probably mistake your face for a stove.
"No nightmare is getting to you now."
"Huh?"
You feel him moving his face against the back of your head.
"I said," he pauses, voice low, breaths fanning on your ear. "No nightmare is getting to you now. Because I'm protecting you."
Your heart finds it hard to go back to its place after cartwheeling up your throat. And when it's reminded of the position you and Court are presently in, your heart threatens to roll out your mouth.
"The nightmares are in my head, though." you chuckle, placing a hand on the arm you're resting your head on, you reach for his hand. "Thank you."
Court watches, with fireworks gleefully exploding in his chest, as you intertwine your hand with his. When the festivities calm down, he gives your hand a squeeze.
"You're always welcome, (Y/N)."
A/N: these chapters will be all FOR NOW~ I am continuing this fic y'all, albeit it'll be from time to time (ehem month to month huhuhuhu)
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Endless (sierra six x f reader)
Warnings: angst(light), smut, interesting word choice
last part of sleepless enjoy
Heavily listened to these while writing:)))))
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Everything felt off you haven't broken any kinds of “rules” or nothing has ever been off balance or risky. You've lived a boring life ever since mom and dad had passed you lived it with claire and later on came six he was new even better than uncle fitz.
Now as you all sat here at dinner the only person talking was claire he wouldn't even look at you and you couldn't comprehend the words coming from your little sister as you ate.
“Anyways you guys should train more.” you had heard that and acted like you hadn't, the tension was so strong the air felt stolen.
“Hello whats wrong with you guys.” you looked up to her with sorry eyes you hadn't wanted to make her feel ignored but you wanted to get the hell off this table.
“Nothing sorry claire just thinking i guess.” you'd been mostly truthful just not letting on too much information.
“About what.” you looked to six for the fastest second your body always told truths before your mouth did, but she hadn't noticed and he sat and ate so quietly he looked up for a moment then to claire then back down to his plate.
“Um nothing really i guess just i don't know just thinking.” you mumbled cause how were you going to say that for a second earlier you wanted to kiss six and if she hadnt said anything your sure you would have.
“Its okay i think about nothing all the time its all there is to do in this house.” she retorted quickly you loved her witt its what kept you going most days claire was basically your daughter and you wouldn't have it any other way.
“So six what'd you think of y/n’s skills hmm?” god you wanted to sink into the fucking seat.
“Hm oh um they could use some work but their pretty good.” he needed a nap cause he felt like he was going wild he was glancing at you this whole time and for the time hes known you, your body language is like a book hes never put down your so obviously nervous.
“Im sure she could kick your ass if she really wanted too.” you laughed and you heard him do it too.
“Im sure she could.” he replied you finally made eye contact with him and it felt as if you had seen straight into him and as fast as your eyes met his they looked away.
“Alright ladies and gentlemen im off to sleep can i listen to a record?” claire said standing with her plate and pushing in her chair.
“Yeah but not too loud okay goodnight love.” you watched her smile at you then to six who muttered his soft goodnight.
You could always tell he cared for her she softened him so did you but claire had first. Once she left you got up and took your dish to sink which six followed to do behind you.
“Do you need help cleaning up.” he said placing his dish in the sink his arm brushing your side as he did so you almost wanted to lean into his touch.
“No its okay i got it thankyou though.” you replied softly grabbing the pots from the stove placing them in the sink.
You wanted him to walk away but he didn't he started putting the ingredients you had used to make dinner away after he told you he was going to check the grounds quickly and hed be back inside soon to lock up you finished the dishes and went to shower and get ready for bed.
You finished up and still haven't heard six come in so you walked the house with no sign of him you checked the back calling his name softly with no response you had walked back towards your room in the hall before you seen him turn the corner meeting his eyes.
“Sorry i didn't hear you come in so i was just going to make sure you were alright.” you spoke lowly but fastly your voice barely above a whisper.
“Im alright.” was all he said as he drank in the sight of you. You had wet hair in your pajamas your eyes a little droopy and the soft pout of your lips and knowing you were concerned about him made it all the better and before he could stop himself he began leaning in.
You let him there was almost a sense of relief when he tangled a hand in your hair to pull you in and as his lips touched yours ever so gently you swore you felt like you'd done this before he was familiar and to him you felt like home the ever longing comfort but also new and exciting.
He pulled away instantaneously he watched as confusion filled your eyes as they searched his own he wasn't good enough for you he could never be. He needed you guys and he cant afford to screw it.
“I cant im sorry i cant.” his hand fell to your arms with a small squeeze you mentally searched for the right words.
“Six whats wrong.” you asked you aren't angry you were just a little sad and concerned.
“I don't know i cant afford to hurt you im not a relationship guy i mean- once i start with you i wont be able to stop.” he didn't know what he had expected from his confession but what you did wasn't it.
You held him in a tight embrace your arms around his waist as his froze in their place he hasn't hugged anyone in a very long time but as you held him he found the piece of mind to hold you back.
“I never asked you to be perfect.” was all you said pulling from his grasp he couldn’t help but drink up your words and he felt like something new came over him as he looked at you .
In the midst of all this he was going to have you now crashing his lips against yours knocking you back a few steps before his hand snaked its way up your side back into your hair giving it a slight pull to tilt your head for easier access he wanted all of you.
He leaned you against a wall holsting your leg up signaling for you to jump and you did so, he held you with ease kissing down your jaw your hands found their home in his hair pulling softly as he let out a deep groan.
“Tell me what you want y/n.” he whispered into your ear then kissed his way back to your mouth.
“Come on six dont make me spell it out for you, you know what i want.” he smiled a genuine toothy smile.
“Ill do anything you want, anything you just have to say it outloud.” you swore you felt your thighs tighten around his waist as he told you that and looked right into your eyes as he did so and he was honest.
“fuck me six.” you replied to which he immeadtley responded to with a nod as you connected your lips back to his.
“I can do that” he quickly retorted before Guiding you back to your room which was easy work he knew this house like the back of his hand.
Kicking open your door softly he laid you on your back watching over you he waited for this he was patient for you and six was never a patient man.
He lifted your shirt off and then his throwing it somewhere, your eyes trailed his chest and your hands ran over the scars on his shoulder he watched the immediate sympathy taint your features.
“They're old, they don’t bother me.” He whispered to you grabbing your hand and kissing it.
You pulled him desperate he drew down your pajama shorts before kneeling down to kiss down your body slowly and sensually he was going to take his time.
His hands ran down your sides and landing them on your thighs with his head between your legs kissing them tentatively before his mouth drew kisses where you wanted him most.
He slid your cute panty set off your legs making goosebumps rise on your skin you felt him smirk against your leg.
“Stop being a teas-“ before you could finish you felt his tounge in you working your clit with experience and motivation.
You whimpered trying to keep quiet, he unhooked an arm from your waist and before you knew why you felt it his finger intruding you slightly he thrusted one in making you hands find his hair for a grip he groaned into you as you pulled.
“Oh god six please.” he had finally heard it in the right circumstance with you beneath him as he devours you for his own pleasure.
At this point you were soaking his face and he was loving every second he couldn’t remember that last time he’d been intimate with someone but this blew over everything any sexual interaction that ever existed.
You came quickly bearing down on him closing your legs so tight he reached up his hand to cover your moans he had wanted to hear them so bad but he couldn’t.
“Good girl so wet just for me hm.” You blushed looking away before he grabbed your face forcing you to look at him.
“don’t look away from me.” He leaned down to kiss you leaving the remnants of his previous activity on your mouth.
“Please six.” You whined making him harder if that was possible he undid his belt letting his pants fold at his ankles along with your ankles he stroked himself and when you caught a glimpse of his size your eyes grew wide.
“what’s wrong sweetheart.” He questioned your look you wore as of now.
“Hopefully this doesn’t give you a big ego but your big and I haven’t done this in a very very very embarrassingly long time.” He kissed you to shut you up you were rambling again and although it was cute you had asked for this and he was going to give it to you.
“I’ll take my time don’t worry relax.” You trusted him with a nod of your head he leaned down hooking his hands down your back to release your bra.
You hear him whisper a beautiful before kissing them leaving one mark on each sucking and playing with the bud you moaned softly it was orchestrated music to his ears.
You felt him line himself up before slipping in one inch at a time he watched as your face contorted in pleasure and how your soft pouty mouth was swollen from your guys kisses, you looked consumed by him.
He bottomed out letting out a groan and capturing yours with a kiss your soft cry being swallowed by him he started with slow movements before picking up his pace.
“God please faster.” He’s obliged he wanted you to have whatever you pleased he was going to give it to you.
Your hand went to your mouth as he pounded into you the sounds that your cunt was making made his mouth water and the sounds of skin slapping was ringing through your room.
“I’m gonna come.” You breathed out arching your back into him to feel him closer.
“Come beautiful come on.” He began circling 8s on your clit throwing his head back at how good you felt the whines you made how little tears welled in the corner of your eyes.
“Oh court fuck.” This was 10 times more intimate by that. He had known you knew his name but you never used it Claire preferred six so it stayed that way but you were fucking him not his secret identity but him.
His thrust grew faster making your bed inch further on the woods floors he felt animalistic completely enchanted by you.
He suddenly pulled out coming on your chest before laying next to you for a second to gather his breath.
“I’ll be back.”you came back to this reality after your orgasm he held a warm wash cloth cleaning you up he had gotten dressed again you noticed, before he began brushing the hair from your face leaning down to kiss you again he couldn’t get enough.
“Your so beautiful, how do you feel.” He asked running his hands up and down on your arms.
“Ontop of the world and sleepy.” You replied with a soft smile turning to look at him in all his glory he was unbelievable.
“I don’t want to leave you alone but I can’t sleep in here so how about I help you get dressed and you can sleep on the couch so I can lay with you out there.” You understood he still was on watch and he hadn’t even checked the house you nodded and he found you some new pajamas slipping them on you before lifting you.
“Don’t drop me please.” You say leaning your head in the crook of his neck chasing his warmth.
“I could never let you go.” He said leaning you on the couch then leaving to grab his computer to watch the cameras your head settled in his lap letting his fingers trail in your hair soothing you to sleep.
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my first completed series now i dont know what to write!!!!!! (I’m also free for request !!!)
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Just One Night | Sierra Six x gn!reader (🍋)
Anonymous asked: Sixussy… Can I request a Six x gn!reader fic with unhhghh a bit of smut and to add some spice, these:
“Stay with me tonight” "Call me that again"
Put your whole Jackussy into or whatever
summary: Six wishes that he could stay forever, but he’s only got just one night with you.
tws: masturbation, cum swallowing, daddy kink, swearing
word count: 1319
MINORS DNI
Six was always tired when he got home, he was always fucking exhausted and he was always so goddamn knackered when he walked through the door; but he was always glad to see you there. To see you half-asleep on the sofa cuddled into one of his shirts, to hear the likes of Slipknot and Sabaton playing on the speaker quietly, he was always so glad to see you, even if he could rarely stay for long. Even if he could only come in, make himself a cup of tea, get a shower before he was dragged onto the next mission, the next job. He was always glad to see you. Always.
So when he walked in tonight, and he saw you wide awake, watching some shit horror film about a slasher killer with too many cliches, he couldn’t help but to smile; tilting his head to the side as he let his eyes rake over you for a moment. A trained killer, a man turned into a weapon, and yet when he looked at you, he was as soft as velvet. The sound of ‘Yen’ by Slipknot could still be heard from the speaker and Six laughed softly; clearly, you were still getting up every now and then to go and get a cigarette, clearly, you weren’t paying much attention to the film, and when you saw him stood there, you grinned. Nearly moving the sofa back as you charged towards him, slamming into him and wrapping your arms around him tightly, drowning in the sensation of him holding you so fucking eagerly against his body as you closed your eyes and wished for the moment to never end.
Your Six was home. Safe. Sound. Back in your arms where you promised, like you did every time, that you would never let him go. You would never let him leave again.
“Stay with me tonight,” you whispered. “Please? Just… just stay with me.”
“I’ll stay for as long as I can,” Six replied gently, his voice just a grumble. “Can’t promise anything.”
You frowned, hoping that he didn’t see it when you pulled away, hoping that he didn’t see how the thought of him leaving left you just a little bit broken; all the time in the world, yet the one person you wanted to spend it with would be gone by the morning. Would disappear into the night without so much as a goodbye; sure, he would leave a bottle of his cologne on the dresser, and he would leave his favourite jacket behind for you along with a couple of his shirts, but he would be gone without a word.
You cleared your throat, shaking your head as you tried to rid yourself of those thoughts, to get rid of them as best you could. “That could be for the entire night, though, couldn’t it? I mean, they might not call you until the afternoon tomorrow, right?”
Six nodded, and when you smiled, he kind of wanted to cry; you were so desperate to spend even just one night with him without it being interrupted. Just one night, just a little while, just a moment or two. Just one night. He knew how much it would have meant to you if he could have stayed for just one night, but nothing ever worked out so perfectly. “Come here.”
You furrowed your brows, but when he lead you out to the kitchen, the sound of ‘Acidic’ by Slipknot taking over, you had a feeling that he had something in mind; when he pinned you against the counter right as the song got heavier, a soft gasp left you. Only to be silenced when he crashed his lips against yours, one hand going down the back of your black jogging bottoms and grabbing your ass, leaving his fingerprints on your soft flesh as he kept you close, grumbling softly before bringing his other hand to your throat and squeezing it gently, making you moan, opening your mouth just enough so that he could force his tongue between your lips while you eagerly kissed him back and let your breath tangle with his.
I'm runnin' in a Dead Man's shoes… sacrilege, broken cartilage, beaten and bruised and I keep forgettin' to forget, the back is always front, the way is always shut, the one is always two… I'm not a god, the back is always front, the way is always shut, the one is always two… I'm not a god like you
The heaviness of the song mixed a little too well with how he kissed you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding your hips against him, soft mewls and pants leaving your mouth as you desperately searched for friction against him, needing his touch, needing his warmth and his casual roughness; the trained violence he was so capable of inflicting.
“Six…” you pulled away, breath heavy and harsh as you met his gaze. “Fuck… please, Daddy.”
“Call me that again,” Six growled, attacking your neck with such delicious bites and kisses that it only made you more needy, more desperate for him. “Go on, puppy, use your words.”
“Please, Daddy,” you started, hardly able to get the words out without harsh breaths leaving you. “Touch me, like, fucking bite me, fucking wank me off, just… touch me, please. Fucking touch me.”
“You really want me to touch you?” He asked softly, and when you nodded, he smiled, a soft grumble coming from the back of his throat as he brought his hand around from your ass, licking his lips. “Fuck…”
His movements started slow, just giving you a little taste of what he could do, but when you jerked your hips and tried to get him to pick up the pace, he wasn’t about to tease you; time was precious and he had you wrapped around his finger. He just wanted to show you what he could do as he gently picked up the pace; once more, he kissed you, all open mouthed and all tongue and teeth as he pressed himself a little closer to you. Six didn’t want to tease you, he really didn’t. He just wanted to make you weak for him for a moment, to see that arousal in your eyes and to hear all those little noises he had missed so much when he was away; the little noises that really didn’t hit him over the phone like they did now. The little noises and the little breaths, the way you gripped his shoulders and how you tried to fuck yourself with his hand, making him grin as he bit and kissed and sucked at the side of your neck; a certain hunger in the pits of his stomach when he thought about how he would have liked to have gotten on his knees when you finally came. How he would have liked to have licked it all up and swallowed it. To taste you on his tongue once more, to refresh his memory.
He couldn’t help himself, slowly getting on his knees before you, pulling down your jogging bottoms just enough to expose you, eagerly waiting until he knew you were close before he took his chance, so fucking glad when he finally tasted you against his tongue, finally tasted your cum in his mouth as he grabbed your thigh with one hand and eagerly let you fuck his mouth until you were done, letting him lick it all up and swallow it until he came back up, pressing you against the counter once again as he kissed you so harshly. Giving you just a little taste of yourself.
“I missed how you taste.”
“There’s more where it came from,” you told him gently, patting his chest as you gently pushed him away. “I promise… if you stay, that is.”
“I can stay,” Six grumbled with a nod. “Just one night.”
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Mi Ocelle - 1.
You have worked alongside Fitz for a while, you were more of a silent partner but when the handsome but dangerous, Lloyd Hansen makes an appearance, your skills come in handy.
Characters – Reader, Lloyd, Fitz, Sierra Six, Claire, Carmichael and Suzanne.
Warnings – Canon typical violence, swear words, kidnapping, fights and blood.
‘Uncle Fitz?’ Your quiet voice reached out, Fitz turned to you as you let your eyes dart to the tall man. Hansen. You recognised the moustache as he peered over his sunglasses at you.
‘They’re waiting for you.’ You told Fitz and gestured behind you.
‘You’ll have to the do speech Y/N, I have a meeting with an old friend.’ He said, you looked to Hansen as Fitz gestured to him. Playing into the act you gave him a polite smile.
‘Should I expect you home tonight?’ You asked, tilting your head slightly.
‘No, meetings in Croatia.’ He said, you pursed your lips and nodded.
‘Okay, enjoy. Bring me back a souvenir.’ You gave him a smile, then you looked at Lloyd and gave him a smile as well.
‘You don’t say bye to me sunshine?’ He stated, you tilted your head to the side.
‘I don’t say bye to strangers.’ You commented, his eyebrows arched over his sunglasses.
‘Well then, my names Lloyd Hansen. It’s a pleasure to meet you.’ He said, he had fallen into your trap.
‘You too but I must go.’ You said, before he could reply you turned and walked away.
Lloyd watched as you made your way down, your heels echoed before you were pulled into a quiet conversation with someone else and guided to the front of the group.
-
‘Six.’ You called out, the tall man turned to you.
‘Y/N,’ he greeted you, ‘must be bad if your here.’
‘They’ve got Claire and Fitz.’ You said, you saw his lips pinch together as he nodded.
‘Who this time?’ He quizzed.
‘Pornstache.’ You said, he arched.
‘Lloyd Hansen?’ He asked, you arched an eyebrow.
‘You’ve met?’ You questioned, he darted his eyes sideways.
‘Oh yeah, after I was trapped in a well and then he pepper sprayed me.’ He said, in such an off handed commented it almost made you laugh.
‘Are you good?’ You asked, knowing he wouldn’t stop to fix himself, especially now that Claire was taken.
‘Never better.’ He said, giving you a forced smile.
‘You got a plan?’ You asked, you swung your legs back and forth, it reminded him of a toddler waiting for a snack.
‘How many people fall for your act?’ Six asked, you arched an eyebrow.
‘Don’t know but Lloyd did.’ You told him, looking pleased with yourself.
‘Seriously?’ He sounded surprised, you gave him a wide smile.
‘Didn’t bat an eye.’ You said proudly, sitting taller as he smiled at you and nodded before you jumped off the counter.
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‘No, please don’t.’ You begged, curling into yourself, your hand reached your side.
‘I- I.’ You stuttered, you watched as they lowered their weapons.
Then you attacked. The knife embedded itself into the man’s neck, you ripped it forward and he dropped. The other men and woman looked at you in shock as you attacked man, slicing the back of his leg so he was down on a knee before you snapped his neck. Standing up, you turned and came face to face with Lloyd, his eyes wide as you brushed the stands of hair away from your face. You plastered a smile on, you tried to make it innocent but with the blood splatter across your face it made you look deranged more than anything.
‘Ah, so you aren’t so innocent, are you?’ Lloyd commented, tilting the end of the knife at you.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about mister.’ You replied, widening your eyes as you looked at him.
‘How many people have fallen for your act?’ He questioned, similar to the way Six did earlier.
‘I don’t know.’ You said, head tilted to the side, ‘but you did.’ You said, he scoffed and his lips curled.
‘That I did sunshine.’ He admitted, his shoulders slouched as he lowered the knife.
‘Does that work?’ You asked him, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you.
‘What?’ He asked.
‘The taunting and calling people sunshine?’ You asked, he tilted his head and looked at you.
‘Only call you sunshine,’ he said, you arched an eyebrow, ‘I’m not taunting you sunshine, I’m just getting ready to kill you.’ He admitted as he twirled the knife in his hand, you pursed your lips as your eyebrows raised.
‘Kill me? I’d like to see you try moustache.’ You replied, he slid the knife away before he pulled the gun from the holster.
‘You like it?’ He used the gun to itch it.
‘You shouldn’t play with a loaded gun.’
‘Who says it’s loaded?’
‘I’d be disappointed if it wasn’t.’ You commented, he smirked at you.
‘You know sunshine, if you weren’t on the opposite team I’d like you.’ He admitted, you placed a hand on your chest, the black fabric was soaked with a mixture of blood and your own sweat.
‘Oh, you flatter me.’ You replied, giving him a natural smile.
You hated to admit it but you enjoyed the banter he was giving, normally the kills or targets only begged not to be killed or offered you money. The door was pushed open and two men aimed their guns at you.
‘He’s in the house.’ A man called out he was out of breath; Lloyd leaned his head to the side.
‘Get him, do I have to do all the goddamn work?’ He asked them, they scuttled away and the narrow door shut again, leaving the two of you.
‘You’re working with him.’ He sighed, his playful eyes had disappeared behind the pinpoints.
‘You seem shocked.’ You said, he shrugged his shoulders.
‘I’ve got them.’ Six said through the comms, you turned back to Lloyd and smiled before you walked over to the edge of the bridge.
‘This was a pleasure Hansen.’ You stated, his eyes widened, ‘but I’ll see you later pornstache.’ You commented before you leapt over, he ran over and watched as your body disappeared under the water.
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Two months. Two slow and quiet months you had been living yourself, going to the shops, making food, reading, running and watching anything that could hold your attention long enough.
You weren’t complaining, you knew Claire was safe with Six. Both of them took in the roll of uncle and niece quickly, the bond they had created was strong and you weren’t going to stand in the way of it. Not when Claire was having a life now. But going into the new month was different, especially when the door to your apartment was cracked open. Setting the bag of shopping down, you pulled the gun out from the holster, using your elbow to open your door further as you stepped in.
‘What the hell are you doing here?’ You questioned, your eyes widened when you saw Lloyd, your gun was quickly aimed at him again.
‘I’m calling a truce.’ He said, and held up hands, your eyes darted to the one that was missing two fingers that was wrapped in a dirty cloth, you knew Claire had done some damage to him.
‘And why should I trust you?’ You asked, his blue eyes crinkled as he looked at you.
‘Look I’ve been running all night, I need you to just let me in even just for a five-minute break.’ He grumbled, you rubbed your lips together and stepped back.
‘It will need to be five minutes, I’m expecting company.’ You warned him.
‘Thank you.’
‘Do you want something to drink?’ You offered.
‘Any wipes?’ He held up the stained hand, your eyes wandered to it before you nodded.
‘Take a seat and I’ll get them.’ You told him, he looked at the cream couches.
‘I’ll stain them.’
‘It’s fine, I know a good cleaner.’ You replied before you walked away.
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‘Shit.’ You hissed out, your head turned and looked at the time on the old clock.
‘I need you to go and hide in my closet.’ You told him, knowing Six would spot something else.
‘What?’ He asked, ‘I’m not a horny teenager anymore.’ He added, watching you as you cleaned up the room.
‘That will be Six and Claire.’ You said, he groaned as he went to stand from the couch, ‘I may have called a truce with you but I believe if Six saw you he’d shot you.’
‘Not if I did it first.’ He retorted like a little kid.
‘You don’t have a gun on you.’ You pointed out.
‘Don’t be so sure.’ He said, you stood and placed your hands on your hip as you looked him over, most people would think that he was unarmed but you knew what he was capable.
‘God dammit, get in the closet.’ You hissed, as you slowly made your way to the door to give him enough time to get off the couch.
‘Y/N.’
‘Claire.’ You greeted her, wrapping an arm around as she hugged you tight.
‘Why is there moaning coming from your bedroom?’ Claire questioned, Six looked at you.
‘Would you like the truth, since your old enough?’ You asked her, Six’s eyes widened slightly.
‘I’m watching porn.’ You said and shrugged your shoulders as both their faces twisted and Six let out a chuckle.
‘Seriously?’ She asked disgusted.
‘A woman has needs and being on the run doesn’t help.’ You told her, she shook her head.
‘Pick a someone up from a bar then.’ Six commented, you gave him the middle finger.
‘I’m busy making you to go bags, can’t drop into the club whenever I’m horny.’ You told her.
‘Okay, enough talking.’ Six said, suddenly feeling awkward at the conversation.
‘Oh, is Six uncomfortable?’ You asked, pouting your lips as Claire did the same, he looked between the pair of you and sighed.
‘You’ve spent too much time with her.’ Six said, you gasped as Claire smiled widely.
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y'all wanna call him daddy and want him to wreck you as if he wouldn't be the one under you whining, crying and calling YOU daddy ???
literally just look at him ?????
like every season reid wants to be wrecked actually + no season reid will wreck u btw
erm idk if this counts as a photo dump so no tags 😓
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spoken for
pairing: Courtland Gentry (Sierra Six) x reader
warnings: SMUT 18+, alcohol, daddy! kink, spitting, male receiving oral, ball sucking, slapping, orgasm denial, fem receiving oral, fingering, mild ass play, p in v, creampie
word count: 2,500
summary: When Carmichael hits on you, Court gets jealous and fucks you in the plane on the way to his next mission.
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You sat at the bar nearest to the CIA headquarters in Langley. Six had a meeting with Carmichael which even he considered unusual. You were going to meet after his meeting when they sent him off to wherever he was going next. You sipped your drink quietly as you waited.
“Hello, gorgeous.” The voice speaking to you was distinctly not Six’s. You decided not to acknowledge it at all, but to your dismay the owner of it sat beside you. “How are you today?”
“I’m fine, thank you,” you said shortly. The man smirked.
“I’m Denny. What’s your name?” He asked. You finally glanced over at him. He was quite handsome, which was different for the type of guy who was usually this bothersome. You didn’t care. You had Six. But you didn’t want to be rude, so you reluctantly told him your name.
“Y/N,” you said shortly.
“Drinking alone?” Denny asked.
“No, I’m waiting for someone,” you said.
“A friend?” He asked.
“My boyfriend,” you said.
“What does he do for work?” He asked. You turned your head to glare at the smug expression that this man had. You sighed before repeating the cover story Six had told you to use for this trip.
“He’s a mechanic,” you lied. Denny grinned.
“So, I guess you have to work too,” he said. “I can promise you wouldn’t have to with me.”
“I’m a teacher, and I enjoy it,” you said.
“But I’m sure he doesn’t make much.” Denny said bluntly. You pursed your lips.
“Well, his boss doesn’t pay him fairly,” you said.
“You wouldn't have to worry about that if you left him. I am the boss, darling,” Denny said with a smirk. You ignored the arrogant man. “What’s his name?” Denny asked.
“Eric,” you lied again. You exhaled deeply wishing desperately that Six would show up. You glanced at your watch.
“Is he late?” Denny asked.
“No, I’m just wondering how much longer I’ll have to talk to you,” you retorted. He chuckled.
“You’re not adding much to the conversation, dear,” he said.
“Don’t call me ‘dear,’” you snapped.
“Hey, honey.” This time the voice belonged to Six. You turned over your shoulder to see Six standing behind you. You grinned widely. Denny’s expression fell.
“Oh, good,” you mumbled under your breath. Six strode over to you and kissed you roughly. His hand stayed around your waist as he leaned away.
“Carmichael,” Six said coldly.
“His name’s De…” you trailed off. You met Six’s eyes and glanced between the two men. “Oh,” you said softly. Carmichael smirked.
“Our meeting ended 30 minutes ago. Can’t believe you made a beautiful thing like this wait so long,” he said snarkily.
“I had to speak to Agent Miranda,” Six said.
“Then I’m glad. Gave me and y/n a chance to speak,” Carmichael said.
“She’s already spoken for,” Six’s voice was solid and low.
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing when you showed up," Carmichael replied. Six’s jaw clenched. His grip on you tightened.
“I’d love to threaten you, Denny, but my girl and I have somewhere to be,” he said.
“You’re taking her with you? Don’t think that’s safe for a girl like her. You should leave her here. She can stay with me,” Carmichael taunted.
“She doesn’t have to fear for her safety around me,” Six said and pulled you out the door. He dragged you towards the car. His hand fell to your thigh as soon as the car was on, gripping the flesh there tightly.
“Where are we going this time?” You asked, oblivious to Court’s anger.
“Why were you talking to him?” He asked, ignoring your question. You glanced over at him and saw the stiffness in his expression, more than the usual amount.
“He came in and sat down next to me. I just didn’t want to be rude,” you said.
“And you didn’t know it was Carmichael?” He asked.
“You’ve never told me his first name,” you explained. Court pursed his lips and clenched his jaw. You lifted your hand to rest on top of the one he had on your thigh. “You okay?” You asked sweetly.
“It’s a private plane. We’re going to Prague. It’s going to be a long flight for you,” Court said. You heard the edge in his voice and knew what you were in for. Court was a very naturally jealous man. You were one of the very few constants in his life and he took all threats to that very seriously. He trusted you, of course, nevertheless he couldn’t stand it when anyone so much as looked at you for too long. You pressed your thighs together tightly, seeking relief at the tingle that had already begun to develop in your nether regions. Court chuckled.
“Already fucking horny and I barely said a word,” he growled. You whined in response. “Don’t whine,” he snapped. “You’re in trouble, sweetheart.”
“I didn’t do anything! He talked to me!” You defended yourself.
“Yeah, and you know better than to talk to strangers,” Court replied. You closed your mouth and sighed. “I don’t want to hear any complaining tonight,” he said, as if reading your thoughts. “None of those little sighs once we get on the plane.”
“Okay,” you muttered.
“Excuse me?” His voice was harsh. You cringed as you realized your mistake.
“Yes, daddy. Sorry, daddy,” you obediently replied.
“That’s better.” When you got on the plane, Court instructed the pilot not to bother you and then turned to where you were sitting on one of the couches against the wall of the plane.
“You remember our safe word?” Court asked as he approached you. You nodded.
“Yes, daddy,” you said.
“Good girl,” he said. “Don’t be afraid to use it.” You smiled softly. He was always so sweet to you, even when he was being rough, he always wanted you to be comfortable. “Okay?”
“Yes, daddy,” you repeated.
“Good. Now get on your knees,” Court ordered. You smiled softly as you fell to your knees in front of him. You reached towards his belt and carefully unbuckled it. You pulled down his pants and boxer briefs to find he was already hard. His response to jealousy with you was always the same.
“Open your mouth,” Court instructed. You opened wide as he leaned down over you and spit into your mouth. “You know where to put it,” he said. You spit a mixture of your saliva onto his waiting cock before sliding your hand around him. Your pace with your hand increased after a moment. You knew you were about to be reprimanded for not putting him in your mouth when you leaned towards him. You took one of his balls in your mouth, sucking firmly.
“Oh, that’s a good fucking girl,” Court groaned. You smiled as you pulled off of him with a pop to immediately take his other ball in your mouth and give it the same treatment. When you were done you took his cock in your mouth, taking him as deep as you could without gagging for a few pumps before Court gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail and began pushing you down further. When you gagged he pulled back just a little.
“Loosen your jaw, sweetheart. You can take it,” he said. You complied, taking a deep breath before opening wider. “Good girl,” he praised. He began thrusting into your mouth, holding your hair to keep your head steady. He was sliding down your throat roughly when you reached down to slide your hands beneath your dress. Court saw at once. He ripped your head off him and pulled your hand away. Court slapped you lightly, gripping your jaw in his hand as he made contact.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” he growled. You whimpered as he squeezed your cheeks in his hand.
“I’m sorry, daddy. Just so horny for you,” you moaned.
“You’re pathetic,” he told you.
“Please, daddy,” you whined.
“‘Please’ what?” Court mocked.
“Please fuck me, daddy,” you whimpered causing him to smirk. He pulled your dress over your head and tore your underwear off. You threw your bra off as well just for good measure.
“Bend over on the couch,” he ordered. You put your knees on the edge of the couch leaning against the back on your forearms. You glanced over your shoulder to see Court falling to his knees behind you. Before you could question him he was pulling apart your ass cheeks and diving his tongue into your pussy. You moaned but shut your mouth remembering where you were.
“No, princess, you let those moans out. Make sure the pilot knows exactly what we’re doing on his plane,” he encouraged you before pushing himself back between your legs. He licked and slurped at your pussy, totally lost in you. You were panting when he leaned away. Suddenly the pad of his thumb was against your asshole. You gasped. Court paused, clearly waiting for you to tell him to stop. When you didn’t he pushed a bit more firmly. He leaned down at the same time and slid his tongue back between your folds as he put a gentle pressure over your asshole.
“Mmm, daddy, feels so good,” you cried. Court began flicking your clit with his tongue as he pushed the tip of his thumb into your asshole. You let out a decadent moan. “Fuck, yes! I’m almost there!” You were at your tipping point but suddenly Court stopped. You snapped your head to look over your shoulder and saw he was now standing as he smirked down at you.
“What the hell?” You cried.
“Oh, princess. Don’t give me attitude. This is an overnight flight, I can make you wait for hours,” Court chastised you. You clamped your mouth shut. You turned around and got down on your knees in front of him.
“I’m so sorry, daddy. I’m sorry for talking back and I’m sorry for talking to another man,” you said sweetly. “Will you please make me come?” You batted your eyelashes up at Court. He smiled softly, leaned down and kissed you gently.
“No,” he whispered. You whined a bit until you felt his hand against your cheek, slapping you lightly once more. “Sit on the edge here,” he said as he got down on his knees again. You flipped around and moved so that you were balanced on the edge of the couch. Court lowered himself in front of you and threw one of your legs over his shoulder. He raised his free arm, pushing your leg out and instructing you to hold it open. He looked up at you, his blue eyes looked stormy and wild. A few strands of hair were stuck to his forehead with sweat. He kissed your thighs while maintaining eye contact and then licked a stripe from your asshole to your clit. You made the prettiest sound Court had ever heard and threw your head back against the back of the couch.
“If you let yourself come before I say, I won’t touch you for a week,” he threatened. You whimpered but nodded. He raised his ring finger to your waiting slit and slid it inside you, making twisting thrusts into you a few times before adding his middle finger as well. He thrust in and out of you over and over, flicking his tongue against your clit and bringing you to the edge just to leave you hanging there four more times before he leaned away.
“Please! Please! Court! I can’t anymore, please, daddy, please!” You begged desperately. Court pulled his fingers out of you causing you to gasp loudly.
“Lay down,” he ordered. You shifted so you were lying along the length of the couch. He rose from his knees and climbed over the top of you. He didn’t waste a moment, sliding into you at once. He moved in with ease, having gotten you soaking wet from all his earlier ministrations.
“Fuck, honey,” he groaned into your shoulder. “I’m not gonna last long.”
“Are you gonna let me come this time?” You whimpered, terrified the answer would be no.
“Yes, baby. You can come anytime you want now,” Court told you. You let out a little moan of pleasure purely at his words.
“Thank you, daddy! Thank you so much!” You cried. You raised your legs, hooking them around his hips so that he would hit you at a deeper angle. You both moaned loudly. The pilot was more than aware of what you were doing by this time. You dug your nails into Court's back leaving red scratch marks along his shoulder blades. He thrust quickly into you driving himself as deep as he could. The tip of his cock was just barely brushing your cervix and you could feel him in your stomach.
“You take my cock so well, princess,” Court muttered. “Squeezing me so tight.” His words made you clench down even harder around him and he groaned loudly. He reached down and began rubbing your clit in tight circles.
“Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.” Court growled against your skin. You let your head fall back, arching your back away from the couch as he drove into you once more. You felt his cum filling you up as you pulsed wildly around his cock.
“Oh my god, Court!” You moaned. He leaned down and kissed you as your body shook beneath him. You felt tears pricking your eyes and your legs twitched as you slowly came down. The two of you lay with your bodies pressed together as you caught your breaths.
“You alright, sweetheart?” Court’s voice was soft this time. His arms were around you, stroking gentle lines up and down your sides.
“Mmhmm,” you hummed. “It was good. Really good,” you said. He chuckled.
“You did a good job, sweetheart,” Court praised as he leaned up to meet your eye.
“The flight better be long enough that I can take a nap now,” you joked. “I’m not gonna be able to keep up with you otherwise.” He laughed.
“You can take a nap, sweetheart. I think we can take one together.” You hummed happily.
“Go find us a blanket,” you ordered. He chuckled.
“So, you’re the one giving the orders now?” Court teased.
“Only when I’m cold,” you said with a smile. Court leaned down and gave you a peck. He climbed off of you and came back with a blanket, sliding onto the couch behind you. He pulled you against his chest and threw the blanket over both of your bodies.
“I love you, princess. You’re mine forever.” You smiled softly. You could hear the slight insecurity in his voice.
“I love you too, Court,” you assured him. “I’m always going to be yours.”
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Professor Price | 1/10
Just my vision on how prof!Price from @guyfieriii’s series would have looked like
#i was kinda blushing while drawing this…#yes I plan to draw 10 drawings of him#yes longer graying hair with some classy hairstyle bc why not#it looks yummy on him#i don’t care that price is canonically 37#hes 40-45 for me#hes an old sexy man#and that is exactly how i like to draw him#captain john price#captain price#call of duty modern warfare 2#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty#john price#john price x reader#professor price#captain john price x reader#modern warfare#task force 141#call of duty fanart#captain price fanart#barry sloane#barry#love him#mw2022#call of duty mw2#mw2 x reader#price x reader
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mgg as chip taylor (68 kill 2017) will forever be on my mind
#68 kill#chip taylor#matthew gray gubler#mgg#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid smut#dr spencer reid#spencer reid#criminal minds#hes so babygirl#my man my man my man
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