“Come on Y/N,” Tony trails after you as you continue your
way down the hallway. “they have hidden secrets.” Tony pleads with you, hoping
you’ll give in and use your gift to pick through the team’s minds.
“Tony, I can’t pick through someone’s thoughts. I can only
hear what they are thinking at the moment.” You remind him for the millionth
“But it could be something so good. Call it a birthday gift.” He grins at you.
Jeff walks into the bathroom, his flannel pants hanging low on his hips, a gift from you earlier that year. His torso seemed to radiate heat as he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing the back of your neck. you giggle before spitting the toothpaste in your mouth out and turn yourself in his arms, kissing his collarbone and he sighs into your hair, running his hands down your back and reaching under your shirt when he reaches the hem. you wrap your hands around his abdomen and leave your hands to rest on his lower back as he rests his head on top of yours, swaying gently as if there’s music that only he can hear. “I love you” he whispers. “a lot” he adds. and you can’t seem to do anything but smile and rest your head in the crook of his neck as he continues, “Happy birthday, sweetheart”.
Summary: You’re forced by your Athlete parents into taking a summer job, which becomes your full-time job as you balance university. Only the asshole you work for and help realises how much you do for him. He don’t like that, he don’t like you. Welcome to the world of Athletes, Lance Tucker is your tour guide. (I suck at summaries.)
Warnings: Explicit content, later on. Swearing, body shaming/ degrading language from Tucker. Asshole Tucker (I’m talking straight up rude.)
Your mum once gave you advice, it wasn’t exactly handy advice at the time and you didn’t really understand why she gave it to you in the first place but you still took it in, still often think about it because it’s some good advice. She once told you that if you ever have an argument with your partner, you should go for a long drive, no destination and no one else just you. It’s meant to help clear your mind, let you drive your feelings out and really think about what was said and what you want to say. You’ve done that, many times, over mostly friends but it worked.
You can’t say it’s working well for Tucker. The closer you got to Las Vegas the angrier you become, the more irrational your thoughts got, you were white-knuckling the steering wheel as you glared at the welcome sign to Las Vegas. You have no idea, how in the hell, Lance got your number and what possessed him to phone you; doesn’t he have friends? A girlfriend? One of his booty-calls that could’ve picked him up?
You pulled up to Caesar Palace, it was a little much. The fountain, the valet that gave a judgemental look at your old Volvo. The outside, although grand, couldn’t compete with the interior design of the palace. The marble floors, the gold lining and decor, and the columns: it was breathtaking. You walked to the reception, oil paintings behind the gold-mirrored desk, everything just screamed pretentious but yet, it was impressive. You pulled the denim jacket you wore closer to your body, the woman grinning from ear-to-ear at you.
“Hello, welcome to Caesars Palace, what can I do for you this morning?” Her name tag stating that her name is Sara.
“Hey, I’m here to pick up a guest, I don’t know what room he is in or if he’s under his name,” she nodded as you looked utterly dumbfounded, “the name is Lance Tucker and he requested me for pick-up, for some reason.” She nodded as she typed onto a keyboard, looking at a screen.
She picked up a phone just beside her and dialled a number, grinning at you as she waited for whoever to pick up the phone, it’s a few short, awkward, seconds of silence. “Hello, Mr Tucker. This is reception calling, a guest is here for you, a young female.” You tap the counter absent-mindedly. “Should I send her up?” is the next question, “she said you were expecting her, okay, I’ll be sure to do so.” Sara puts the phone down, “he’s in one of our penthouse suites, in the Palace Tower, I’ll have someone escort you.”
You followed a young male, a bell-hop, through the building. You had only ever seen pictures of Caesars Palace, it was bigger than you expected, at every turn, there was something to look at and admire. Pools and spas, plus showrooms and obviously, casinos; no wonder Lance came all the way here. You were shown right to the door, where he swiped a keycard and let you in, telling you to enjoy your stay.
The penthouse, well, it was bigger than your entire apartment. It had a balcony the size of your kitchen, bigger from where you were standing. Black marble floors, the furniture looked brand new, and it had its own kitchen; not that you expected Lance to be cooking whilst here since they have Gordon Ramsay’s Bar & Grill. You could see it went off in three different directions; you looked down one hallway, seeing a door slightly ajar, hoping that Lance was somewhat decent you walked down towards it.
You pushed the door open, it was dark with the shutters down and a body was laid in bed, you assumed it was Tucker.
“Tucker, wake up!” You yelled and heard him grumble his reply, a muffled ‘fuck you’ being thrown in. “No, get the fuck up, I didn’t drive all the way here for you to treat me like shit. Get up now!” You flicked the light switch on, you could just see his brown, messy hair from under the plush duvets before you walked back out of the room calling his name again.
You sat on the barstool when Lance finally emerges, eyes still half shut and squinting against the bright lights, his hair a mess and only grey sweat pants that were hanging low on his hips; how the hell was they staying up was a good question. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at you, he blinked rapidly as he sat on the cream sofa.
“Why the fuck are you here?” He asked, voice still hoarse from just waking up and scratchy from whatever drinks he consumed last night when he texted you.
You sighed with annoyance. “Of course, drunk texts, I shouldn’t have bothered. You text me asking for me to come get you, you threatened my job.” He was still frowning before he sighed, head falling into his hands as his elbows rested on his knees. “Why did you call me? Don’t you have friends to come get you? Aren’t they here with you?” You glanced around, looking back at the hunched over Lance.
“You’d be the only one that would actually show up, you need your job,” he muttered, “it was an easy bribe.” He lifted his head, hands covering his mouth as he stared right at the blank flat screen TV. “I drank a lot last night.” He sighed to mostly himself.
You crossed your arms, “I’ll bite the bait,” he looked at you with an unreadable expression. “Why did you need me to come pick you up, you’re in Las Vegas, isn’t this your ideal hunting ground?” His lips curved up at that comment but set back into a frown; he slouched against the back of the sofa, arms crossing over his chest.
“…I came here for an event, it’s kind of a big deal but…” he trailed off, a look you haven’t ever seen on Lance before, well, he never really showed anything but a smirky confident idiot. This was different, by far, it was shyness and embarrassment. “My parents are here, celebrating my father, forty-six years of being in the sports industry.” An edge of bitterness harshened his words, he wasn’t looking at you but you could tell he felt vulnerable; exposing a side of him like this.
“Isn’t this meant to be a fun occasion? A party?” He rolled his steely blue eyes at you, chuckling lightly at that.
He shakes his head, “You haven’t met my parents. You hate me, you would loathe them, I can’t stand the bastard and my mum isn’t any better. I guess, last night it got to me.” It’s silent, “You should probably go. Before they get back, don’t speak of this, to anyone. Got it?”
Before you can answer that the penthouse’s front door opens. A couple walks through, talking amongst themselves, the older male looks a little like Lance but the woman looked a little young to be his mother, maybe his sister?
The male had slicked back, dark hair, and piercing, hooded eyes with a grey suit. He was old, obviously but he was tall and very lean, clearly he still kept in shape despite his age. The woman beside him was small, tanned and young, you could say, younger than you! She was skinny, really skinny but had great… assets. You weren’t one to judge but you felt insecure in front of this girl.
“Harry, you’re up.” Lance froze on the spot at the sound of his father’s voice, he glanced to you for a moment before turning swiftly around and meeting his father’s piercing gaze. “I’ve come to collect you for lunch, your mother has arrived and insisted we all gather,” he didn’t sound to keen on the idea, not that Lance was but, at least he could stand to be around his mother.
It takes a few seconds for Lance to remember how to speak, “Uhh yeah, it must’ve slipped my mind,” he runs a hand through his hair messily before turning back to you. “I was just saying goodbye to my…friend, then I’ll get dressed.” He nods for you to stand up, beckoning you quickly to the door before you could be roped into his messed up life.
“And here I thought you’ve changed,” Lance’s father began and made you stop in your tracks, Lance sighs heavily. “Why can’t you find a nice girl, instead of these groupies, life isn’t about alcohol and fucking, Harry.”
“Spare me the lecture, you’re the one that cheated, not mum.” Lance snapped back, “she isn’t a groupie either, she’s… working for me,” he doesn’t have to look at you to know how uncomfortable you are, he can feel it.
Harry Senior, shakes his head. “Hookers don’t work for you, Harry.” Lance hears you scoff at the mention of the word hooker, he wants to laugh, he’s been with and seen hookers; you were definitely not one of those.
“She’s not a hooker, babe.” Sabrina, his new wife smiles, “that’s his girlfriend, obviously. He didn’t want you to know, meeting the parents is always scary, look at how protective he got over her.” Lance watched as his dad’s posture changed, straightening his back as he glanced you over, analysing you and Lance didn’t like that.
“That’s quite the accusation, he hasn’t had a girlfriend in years, is she your girlfriend?” The stare he received after the question had Lance stammering for an answer, apparently, the word ‘no’ no longer existed.
“Yes, she is.” Lance found himself saying in a moment of weakness, “I…-” he’s cut off by his dad, who walks around him and to you, extending a hand your way.
“Harry Tucker, the third,” you look at Lance over his father’s shoulders with wide eyes, raised eyebrows and a look of shock. “This is my wife, Sabrina.”
Lance watches as you shake his dad’s hand in silence for a few seconds, “Uh-I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” His dad stares at Lance, as you hug Sabrina, his eyes are piercing through him almost. He recognised that look, the same look he received when he won that silver once; disappointment and disgust. You weren’t good enough for his son or maybe, that’s just how his dad looks at him, neither answer would surprise him.
“You should accompany us to lunch,” Lance already begins to excuse you from that awkwardness, “nonsense, I insist. She must meet your mother, get dressed, we’re leaving in twenty minutes.” Harry nods before opening the door and leaving with Sabrina behind him.
It’s silent as Lance watches the door close, not really believing what had happened just now, it only becomes reality when you start yelling at him. He didn’t really have any excuse other than his dad scared the shit out of him, he could never form a sentence around him and he was always intimidated, even as a child; the way his dad would glare if he messed up, you’d think he would have become the perfect son.
“I don’t know what just happened,” Lance admitted quickly, “he’s just really intimidating sometimes, I couldn’t think and… you should’ve left when I told you to.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault.” You asked, E/C eyes full of rage, “I didn’t come here to play your girlfriend, Lance, or should I say… Harry!” You poked his chest firmly, he slapped your hand away with a slight glare. “Fuck, Lance, I can’t stay here. I can’t have lunch and meet your parents, this is insane. You have, to tell the truth,” you panic to him.
Lance exhales slowly, biting his lip as he thinks everything over. “Okay, listen, I can’t tell my dad I lied. He’ll give me the lecture, it’s one weekend, one lunch. I’ll… pay you!”
“I’m not pretending to be your girlfriend, Lance Tucker.” He rolls his eyes, “you know how stupid this sounds? One day ago you couldn’t stand me, now I’m here being asked to be your fake girlfriend and get paid…this is ridiculous,” Lance crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. “How much?”
“How much do you want?”
Lance watches as you debate a little with yourself. “I’ve got to buy new books, at least, four hundred dollars worth.” Lance frowns, “I don’t want to ask for too much and have you laugh at me for it.”
“I’ll round it up to five hundred, think of it has compensation. You don’t mention this to anyone, got it? Last I need is you running your mouth,” you shrug and Lance finally looks at you for real. You’re in a denim jacket plus blue skinny jeans, your hair up and hardly any make-up, you’re pretty but not dressed correctly. “You got clothes with you? Like a dress?” You shake your head and he sighs.
“What’s wrong with my outfit?” You place a hand on your hip jutting it out with a sour expression; your attitude was going to be a problem too but he couldn’t fix that.
“Everything, you can’t have lunch with my mother and be dressed like that,” he walks off and towards his room. “I’ll have the hotel send something up, what’s your size?” He turns and looks at you, “nevermind, you’re like a ten. Do something with your hair,” he slips back into his room, hearing you follow behind him.
Lance paces in front of the walk-in wardrobe doors, hearing you grumble to yourself about the dress and him, mostly him. He hated that you were roped into this, his life, it was embarrassing and humiliating. He tried, so hard, to remove himself from his home life because of his father. The man was cold, cruel and manipulative, everything that Lance tried to not be but ended up being like his mother; competitive, in every sense of the word and egotistical.
Growing up with Harrison Tucker as a father was torture. Lance had to be like him, he had to be a great athlete, the best. Even that isn’t good enough; he wins one silver amongst his many golds and instantly he’s a failure.
“So, you’re name is Harry?” He hears your voice through the doors.
“Yeah, after my dad and his dad, and his dad before him.” Lance rolls his eyes, crossing his arms, “It’s like some stupid tradition, my middle name is Lancelot, my mother liked it and I decided since there’s already one Harry Tucker on the scene.” He explained leaning against the wall as he waited for you.
It’s a few silent seconds. “And the woman beside your dad… guessing, not your sister.”
He laughed loudly. “No, definitely not. My parents divorced when I was sixteen, he was messing around with a young gymnast, of age, not that it mattered. Anyway, Sabrina is his third or fourth wife. My mum always turns up to his awards because she thinks it’s important for us to still be a family, she’s twisted that way,” He shrugs to himself, “she was always better at business relationships than actual relationships; I rarely see her outside her office,” he trails off and stares at the wall ahead.
“That sounds rough,” he hears the doors slide open, “explains a lot about you, to be honest.” He rolls his eyes and glances at you, raising his eyebrows. “What’d ya think? Will this fool them now?”
Shamelessly he let his eyes trail over your body, he may still hate you, but he wasn’t one to pass up the opportunity of appreciating a female’s body. The bodycon dress was a royal blue, off the shoulder and mid-length, it fit you perfectly, a little too perfectly. When he, finally, let his eyes drift back to yours, you were glaring a little, only making his cocky grin grow.
“I’m setting rules,” he raised an eyebrow at that, “No getting too handsy; an arm around the waist is my limit, Tucker. I am not kissing you, ever, even being your fake girlfriend. Are we clear?” You asked sternly, he shrugged a shoulder in reply, “No, are we clear? I can leave, right now and not help you. I guess, your father already told your mother that you have a girlfriend, so are we clear?”
“Fucking Christ, we’re good. I don’t want to kiss you anyway, even faking it.” He watched as you rolled your E/C eyes at him, brushing a piece of Y/H/C hair behind your ear. “Let’s go, they’re waiting for us.”
He leads you out of the door and to the elevators, a nervous fluttering happening in his stomach. He always got like this when having to be around his parents, it was heightened a lot more with you next to him, having anyone meet his parents was sickening. He always avoided it, never told them when he had girlfriends because they’d run for the hills; if it wasn’t because of them getting fed up his arrogant ways, his parents would chase them off, for sure.
“I’m nervous,” you admit to him and he scoffed, hiding his own behind the facade he built himself. “I’ve never had to meet someone’s parents before.” He frowned and looked down at you, you didn’t look at him, eyes remaining on the elevator doors. “It’s only for lunch, I’m actually a good actor, I got an A for theatre in school.” You mainly told yourself.
“Why are you doing this?” He asked abruptly, you finally looked up at him but the doors open before you can answer, people waiting for you to walk out. He sighs gently and escorts you through the crowd and towards the outside pool, where his parents are meeting for lunch.
The sun shines on the beautiful pool, people splashing and swimming around, more sunbathing on the loungers. His eyes land on a table by the bar, his father and mother sat, not talking as Sabrina yaps away about something uninteresting. His eyes connect with his mother’s, who smiles brightly and she hadn’t changed a day. She had aged, grey hairs that were mostly caused by the stress, blue eyes like his and an infectious smile- like yours- he shook that thought away.
“Lancelot,” she called and waved, standing up and walking to him. He met her with a hug, you trailing behind. “Look how you’ve grown,” she grinned looking at her son, “you look so handsome, of course, my genetics.” He chuckled at that, “I’m angry with you, by the way,” she tells him and he frowns. “I had to hear from your father that you’ve got a girlfriend! Hello, dear, I’m Erin.” He rolls his eyes as his mother pulls you in for a hug.
“Harry wasn’t supposed to meet her, she came as a last minute thing for me,” Lance explained, only being ignored as his mother fusses over you with a happy smile, taking your hand and leading you to the table. He trailed behind helping both, you and his mother, into chairs before sitting beside you.
It was awkward as his mother ordered more drinks, a sly comment of her drinking habits from his father, this was going to be the worst experience of his life.
“So, how did you two meet? I want details.” His mother grins and Lance chokes a little on his drink, shit, he hadn’t thought about the questions she would ask.
(I had to cut this because it became too long, that’s why it ended kinda choppy. Anyway, I got this idea from my friend Amber, my original idea has altered, meaning instead of ten chapters it’s gonna be around twenty; thank her for that lol. Let me know what you think, so far. - Rosalee)
She finds Trini at the quarry before
sunrise, face tilted against the pearly gray sky, poised at the crest of jagged
rock. She is a masterpiece in silhouette, harsh edges smoothed by cool shadow,
baggy pants hanging low on curvy hips.
“Hey,” Kimberly says, voice low,
hesitant to disturb the quiet. “Been here long?”
Trini turns toward her, shedding
shadow as she steps off the ridge. Her face is suddenly cast in the first rays
of morning light, dew catching crystal bright on the toes of chunky, repurposed
“Just since six,” Trini answers
shrugging. “You’re right on time.” She reaches Kimberly all at once, stretching
out to tug at the hem of Kimberly’s sweatshirt. “Pink. Cute.”
Kimberly reaches out to box at
Trini’s ears, a yellow beanie pulled low over her forehead. “I could say the
Trini blocks her halfway there,
catching at her wrist with careful fingers, pulling her hand close against her
chest. “Watch it, Hart.”
Kimberly would say it started here: with her
hand against Trini’s collarbone and Trini’s lips curled into that small, just
so smile. Though the landscape is a portraiture in charcoal, a gray sky
sweeping low over the horizon, ashen quarry rock stretching to meet it, Trini
is a marvel of color.
Can you do a super daddy!kink namjoon fanfic pls! Like the reader (gf) didn't text him or some shit like that so he doesn't touch or anything to punish her But she ends up masturbating to porn and he catches her "punishes" her ( ^^ sorry)
This rude fucker here like just ugh. ugh. HERE YA GOOOO ANON
Namjoon pursued his lips looking at his phone for what seemed like the hundred time that day. You were suppose to call him, text him, any fucking thing to let him know when you had arrived to your friends house. You told him you were going for a girls night out. Which he understood he couldn’t expect you to always be under him in the house 24/7 but what he didn’t expect was you to completely ignore him and not tell him anything. What if you were hurt? Dead? He knew he was overreacting a little bit but he set rules for a reason and he knew that you had guy friends who were going to be there. He trusted you but not them, and he would kill anyone that put hands on what belonged to him. With a frustrated huff Namjoon went to his room slamming the door shut laying to sleep.
As soon as the door opened he was on the couch waiting for you to come into the front room. You stilled a bit dropping your bags on the floor smiling widely as if nothing was wrong. “Hi daddy!”
“Shut up.” He growled eyes dark, bags under his eyes and you frowned wondering why he was being so harsh.
“What’s your problem?!” You asked him walking towards him slowly.
“My problem?!” He growled standing up towering over you. “You were supposed to fucking call me last night! And you didn’t you didn’t say shit nor inform me! I thought I could sleep but all I could do is think of my baby girl and what she was doing. So don’t come in here asking my damn problem when you disobeyed my rules. I do not ask for much, just a little but if it is too much for you then pack your shit and leave because I refuse to have someone who can’t even fucking follow directions.” Namjoon snarled, his veins popping out of his neck as he stormed to the room. His words hurt you, made your eyes water as tears feel down your cheeks. You didn’t mean to not follow orders, you were just having fun and you forgot and when you remembered you figured he was sleeping. Tired and groggy you grabbed your stuff going to your room, knowing he didn’t want to be bothered with you.
For a month it was complete hell, Namjoon had forgiven you but he was still pissed at you. He didn’t even let you kiss him for too long before he was walking away from you. You hated it, you were beyond sexually frustrated and you felt your pussy getting tighter with each passing day. Namjoon did shit on purpose too, just to piss you off. Walking around without a shirt. Letting his pants hang low on his waist as he sat beside you. And you heard him at night not even needing porn, but playing the tapes of you two fucking jerking himself off hard until he was ruining his sheets.
One day, while he was gone you sneaked into his room finding the sex tapes between the two of you, already being naked from taken a shower as you laid on the bed spreading your legs. You had gotten a rotating dildo to help you relieve yourself shoving it deep inside of your pussy to stretch you back out as the scenes on the screen in front of you showed Namjoon pounding into you against the wall. The way his hips lifted you up and down always did wonders, because he knew to spots to hit to get you wound up. Your mind wandered as you licked your lips thrusting the toy in and out of yourself faster, your release becoming much closer since it had been so long since you had anything. It was easier for you to cum. Almost, you were /almost/ there.
“Having fun baby girl?” You damn near jumped out of your skin, with widen eyes looking towards the door. Namjoon wore a dark expression, shirt and pants already shed as he leaned against the door frame. He watched you eyes raking every where as he tsked to himself shaking his head. And you could slowly feel your orgasm dying down.
“I suppose it’s been long enough, but you knew not to fucking play with yourself with me. Always breaking rules. I guess I can punish and fuck you.” Namjoon smirked to himself, watching as you laid still for him. He went and grabbed a pair of handcuffs lifting your hands above your head flipping you on your stomach. He leaned over you moaning in your ear as he grabbed the toy pushing it in and out of your pussy in a fast motion the wet sounds of the toy fucking you causing his erection to harden and precum to streak against his boxers. Fuck he missed you, and the way you moaned and shook under him made him want to tear you apart. As soon as your back arched he was yanking to toy from you sucking off your juices watching as you protested from not cumming.
“Y/n I bet you’ll obey me next time.” He warned before going to his closet. He got out a few things before walking downstairs and coming back to place a bucket of ice on his night stand with a water bottle on top of it. He grabbed it pressing it against your pulse point to let your orgasm and arousal die down. After a few minutes he was taking it from you to place it back on ice before he grabbed a sleek purple vibrator to turn it on the lowest setting. He slipped it inside of your pussy as well as lubing up some weighted balls that were big slipping one inside of your ass letting the other hang. “You know how this goes, if you don’t squeeze around this and hold it in, it’ll fall out. Hold it in or I will not let you cum, for the next two months.” He threatened before getting off the bed grabbing his belt from his pants on the ground.
You were in complete hell, your body trembled, your nipples were hard and to perky from how he was treating you. You felt so full with the weighted items inside of you, and you had to squeeze around both but it caused the vibrator to slip deeper inside of your pussy pressing against your spot, to make matters worse Namjoon came up behind you to spread your legs on the bed the only thing holding your upper body was the damn handcuffs and they dug into your skin from how hard you tugged to have them off. But it was all in vain, he was in control and he loved every bit of it.
Namjoon gripped his belt, and started to give you hits to the ass and you didn’t need him to tell you what else to do. “One.. Two!” You started to count out as he spanked you with his belt, causing your ass to feel on fire as he created whelps on your ass from the belt. He watched your ass jiggle groaning as he leaned down to turn the settings on high one hand coming up to play with your breast as the other spanked your ass, he made each hit harder and made sure to angle his wrist different ways so that he didn’t mark just one spot. He looked down at your body trembling under him, your juices slipping onto the bed as your eyes brimmed with tears.
“Aww baby.. Don’t cry..” He feigned concerned as he pulled away from you. Namjoon opened a bottle of alcohol and after go a silver bullet pressing it on your clit causing more stimulation to your already throbbing pussy as he poured the alcohol onto the whelps causing screams of pain to fill the room, he watched the lines from his hits outline your skin in a frenzy of designs and he smirked proud of his works. “Almost.” He called out before he took the bullet from your clit and he turned the vibrator off but left it inside of you.
He went into the bathroom and grabbed a candle from under the counter before he grabbed a lighter letting it get hot walking back to you, Your body was going limp and he knew soon, your knees would give out. He sat the candle down before he slid the weighted ball from your ass only to replace it with a crystal clear butt plug that was way thicker than the balls. Another scream ripped from your throat and he spread your legs even wider going under to pull the small vibrator from your pussy using his tongue to flick and suck up the wetness from your sensitive pussy. He pulled back licking his lips before he got out another dildo with a butterfly on it. He pressed it into you, letting it turn on to fuck your insides while the butterfly bobbed up and down against your clit to tickle it.
“FUCKING HELL PLEASE! I’M SORRY NAMJOON! IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN!” You sobbed weakly. He kept building you up to tear you down and you couldn’t handle the tug of war with him. You were a mess crying and shaking only wanting a release and your pussy was so sensitive anything near it set you off. You looked at him watching that shit eating grin appear on his face as he grabbed the wax.
“You’ll behave from now on. I’m sure.” He purred letting the wax fall on your back. Your cries fueled him, it brought the monster out of him, and made him want to own you. He first let it fall down both of your legs and traced wax on your arms, before he was spelling his first and last name down your back using almost all of the candles. He watched as you shook with pain and pleasure under him setting the candle down and blowing it out. He let the wax cool letting his finger press the butterfly hard against your pussy before he pulled away making sure it was cool before he grabbed a whip that he had under his bed. He brought it up against your legs first, breaking the wax there up causing more whimpers to fill his ears, he was too far gone now not even worrying if he was going overboard or not.
He let all of the wax break and fall from your skin before he went to your arms to break the wax there. Lastly he was at your back whipping you painting your skin with more pretty marks and finally you gave in falling against the bed as your knees gave out. He hummed surprised with his work finishing cracking the wax. He next grabbed ice tracing it over your wounds to soothe them and hear more cries from you.
You closed your eyes, trying to hold on a bit more, but the mixing of the pain and pleasure as well as the heat had you about to pass out. He was ruining you, your tears soaked the sheets, your orgasm was back at full blast wanting to release and as you expected he cut the dildo pulling it from you but still you hoped that he would let you cum. It was in vain. Always. He shoved the dildo in your mouth watching you choke as he face fucked you pulling the butt plug from your ass slowly. He lifted your hips before shoving his boxers down to his knees grinding his dick up and down your sore slit. You were done, your limbs were jelly, he had to hold you up because you were too weak.
Namjoon slammed into you, filling you up in one go. He didn’t even let you adjust since you had, had so many toys inside of you he felt you were stretched enough. He started to relentlessly plow into your pussy pushing his hips hard against yours with brutal force as if he was seeing if he could break you. His name mixed with daddy fell from your lips and he loved it, hearing the weakness there how you gave into him. It made him pulse inside your pussy. He knew you were close but like a good girl you would hold out for him. So he gripped your hair tangling his fingers into the strands to yank your head back crashing his lips against yours in a sloppy and rough manner.
His free hand moving to rub your clit as he let you fall back against the mattress his hips fucking yours into the bed. He pinned you under him with his hips, grinding his at a fast pace to keep the drill going wanting you to release. His tongue shoved down your throat while he let you taste the faint remains of yourself on his tongue. Namjoon growled feeling you squeeze around him, your clit was throbbing, he felt your orgasm clenching into your stomach.
You writhed under him against the sheets trying to keep up with his kisses. Your mind was blank and the only think you chanted was yes and more. You spread your weak legs wider as they started to tingle, your orgasm starting a slow fire inside of you.
“Cum baby. Soak my dick.” Namjoon grunted as he pulled away from your lips to moan against your ear. He licked the shell of your ear biting and nipping on it before he went to your neck sucking on his mark on your skin as you nodded giving into him.
“DADDY!” Was all you had the strength to scream out as your orgasm took over your limbs. You cummed on his dick not even arching your back but dropping your head forward in tiredness. Namjoon continued fucking you like a rag doll grunting and growling until he was cumming inside of your pussy stilling his hips. He shuddered as he released long thick ropes inside of you making sure it was all out before he slowly pulled out. Namjoon uncuffed you after awhile seeing that you couldn’t even keep your eyes open.
In a blur you watched things as Namjoon cleaned up the space around you, you heard the running of water, the smelling of lavender and then you felt the water on your skin as you were getting cleaned. You could barely keep your eyes open and everything screamed, every limb burned but you let Namjoon take care of you. Once you were clean he dried you off and laid you naked on the bed. You felt his strong rough calloused hands putting cream onto your body and it was to soothe all the markings he had made. The monster was gone and your sweet loving boyfriend was back. Once he was finished he was scooping you up in his arms and you heard the words uttered to your ears only falling asleep after tiredly saying it back.
“I love you too Joon.”
I need to take my ass to bed, what the fuck did I just write.
“Imagine being raped and left alone to die in streets. Your savoir comes in the form of Gothams most wanted criminal. What will happen once the two of you start to get closer?”
Requested by @iknowyouwuvme: “One shots where the joker finds a raped reader fallen on the road & saves her & slowly starts falling in love with her.”
A/n: Heres part 2! I hope you guys enjoy this. It might be awhile until the next part.
Warning: Mentions of Rape, trauma, and abuse.
“Please, stop…I don’t want this…”
You flung up into a sitting position, your hand clutching the front of your nightgown. Soft pants escaped from you as your (e/c) orbs darted around the room, trying to understand where you were. You’re head pounded as your realized that your bad dream was nothing compared to the nightmare you’d actually experienced only the other day. Your skin was cold despite the sticky sweat that covered your body.
You inhaled slowly, trying to calm yourself. Concentrating on your breathing, trying to think of anything, anything, but that night. You didn’t want to remember any of it, you wanted to forget.
Been a rough 48hrs, but I kept thinking about these pieces by @yuutayo and decided to write something inspired by his art once more :)
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Jesse can’t tell which voice belongs to who anymore. There’s
taunting, cheering and a few requests to ‘knock it off’. He tastes blood on his
tongue and his jaw feels loose. His shirt is even slipping off one of his
shoulders from being stretched. There’s a grip on his arm and then another fist
clashes with his jaw. He grins and gazes at his opponent through his bangs.
Jesse attacks and lands his punch. More cheers erupt around them when they
tackle the other to the floor. Jesse lands on top, settled on the other guy’s
hips and pulls his fist back for another assault.
A familiar, strong hand grabs Jesse by the wrist and pulls
him up as if he weighted nothing. He’s pushed against the wall and suddenly
everyone falls silent and steps back.
“What the hell is going on here?!” Gabriel barks to his
agents and some lower their heads. He looks at the man still laying on the
floor before looking at McCree. “I asked a question, soldiers!”
“Milton got handsy.” Jesse smirks down at the agent while
blood drips from his nose.
“Fuck off, McCree!” Milton barks and Gabriel notices his swollen lip as he scrambles to his feet.
“Who threw the first punch?!” Reyes asks, causing both
agents to startle.
“McCree,” Milton quickly says.
Reyes inspects his surroundings. The other agents still
stand near, bowing their heads. A few nod when their commander looks over to
them, but no one gives explanation. Gabriel knows his men and women don’t rat
each other out that easily, but seems the options here are limited.
“Everyone dismissed. Milton and McCree stay.” Gabriel’s tone
lowers, yet they still spread through the hallway until everyone is gone. “One
of you is going to tell me what the hell happened, before I ask.”
They hesitate. Milton rubs the back of his neck and Gabriel
narrows his eyes on him, knowing he is starting to feel guilty about his
“He bitched about me taking his place in the Dorado mission.”
“Language.” Gabriel looks at Jesse, then at Milton.
“With all due respect, sir. I’ve been working hard for this
mission. It’s going to take us maybe a week of stakeout and I thought I was the
right one for this.”
Milton seems like he’s going to say something in return, but
“As much as I hate to admit it, McCree has proven good at
hiding in plain sight. He will know how to get lost in the crowd for days. We
could use that kind for this mission.”
“Ha, told ya,” Jesse elbows Milton who stiffens.
“McCree,” Gabriel says sharply. “But you won’t be bored,
Milton, there’s an upcoming mission in Illios I assigned you for. Not only will you be perfect for it, it can help you improve in other areas. This concern of yours should have been directed to me, not your teammate. Much less in this matter.”
Milton swallows, “Understood, sir. I apologize.”
“Yes, sir.” Milton walks away without another word and Jesse
watches him with a proud smile.
“Wipe that smile off your face.” Gabriel steps closer. “You
started a fight because of that?”
Jesse’s grin fades. “He asked if my legs hurt after spending
so much time on my knees in front of ya.”
Gabriel’s nostrils flare. “You know that’s not true. You
could have told him to take it with me or talked about it yourselves.”
Jesse scuffs, “like he wasn’t right.”
“He isn’t. You know I’ve stayed fair, McCree. It’s you who
makes me think has taken advantage of this.”
“Yeah, like people will believe I have taken advantage of
the super soldier.” Jesse rolls his eyes as he leans against the wall and
Gabriel’s brow twitches before he grabs Jesse by the dog
tags around his neck and pulls him closer. The action makes Jesse grin in
victory when he should be squirming.
trail of blood has marked his lips and Gabriel is tempted to kiss it away,
along with this cocky smile.
“You always have the option to back out.
You’ve even said it yourself, I’m still the same hardass you met in Rout 66.
It’s you who believes no one can touch you because you get on your knees for
me, that’s why you throw these tantrums.” He lets go of the dog tags and Jesse
falls back against the wall again. “This is something I would
have expected from you when you joined, not now. You’re proving to be
what everyone else thought then. If you are not going to change at all, let me
Jesse stops smiling, but his eyes turn wicked. Gabriel
grimaces to the gaze and stomps away. He can feel young eyes on him, trailing
his curves and counting the steps he takes. He also knows Jesse’s guessing how
many steps it will take Gabriel to return.
I love writing alongside my lifelong bestfriend, @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty, and I also love that you all have been so excited about this fic. Thank you for all the kind words you have sent us! I have continued with Part 5, from Nesta’s POV. Enjoy. :) part 1-part 2-part 3-part 4
I sat on his bed, a small, light pink box in my trembling hands.
Earlier that night, the atmosphere around the dinner table
was strangely uncomfortable.
Cassian kept looking at me, an emotion that I could not
quite grasp brewing in his hazel eyes. I hadn’t spoken to him much the last few
weeks, after I snuck out of bed with him just before the sun rose. I hadn’t had
the courage to. I think he took it personal, and maybe it was. It was nothing
against him, though. He was only ever good to me.
A/N: I might make a part 2 to this?? Send me a message if you think I should. I’ve never really written any sort of drabble before so let me know what you think!!
You wander around the compound the way you usually do at night, especially when you couldn’t sleep. It always entranced you to watch the change from a busy, loud building change to a quiet, peaceful place when the sunset. The darkness was welcome to you and you were happy that it was silent. After a few hours of wandering, you decide to head back to your room and sleep for a little bit but a pained grunt comes from down the hall.
Cautiously, you walk forward, following the noise. When you don’t hear anything else you start for your room.
A loud clanging noise sounds from the kitchen just as you walk passed it. The noise immediately sends you into a defensive stance, although you look pretty dumb in fighting stance in just a t-shirt and underwear. You peer around the doorway to see Agent Barnes standing there, hunched over the marble island and you immediately straighten up and sigh in relief.
Author: an-obrienhoe Pairing: Non-famous Dylan O'Brien/Reader Disclaimer: This is my first smut/imagination I’ve ever written. My grammar is complete shit, but I’m working on it. Be prepared to cringe. You have been warned. Also, this may me kind of hard to follow and I’m sorry for that :( I’m not 100% confident in this but I’m 100% confident that I will get better at this the more I write! Please just stick with me through this process :))
Warnings: smutty smut, swearing
There he was, in all his glory. He was leaning against the wall talking to someone I couldn’t care less about. All I cared about was him and how hot he looked. Black t-shirt clinging to his body in all the right places. Khaki pants hanging deliciously low on his hips. That stupid Mets hat he had worn every other time I’d seen him. Dylan was hot and he knew it. Him and all his hotness was all I’ve been able to think about since we’ve met.
“God you’re so hot.” He breathed against my lips. His hands were gripping tightly at my hips, keeping me flush against him and the wall. A moan rumbled in his chest when I pulled at the roots of his hair.
“Dylan. My names Dylan.” But I already knew that. His words were rushed, our intense kissing causing a lack of breath. I struggled to tell him my name as his lips traveled across my jawline and down my neck. His hands were rough against my smooth skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he bunched my tight, red dress around my hips.
“Are we really going to do this here?” I asked, the realization that we were in a hallway secluded from the party but anyone who came down here would be able to tell what’s happening.
“How about we take it to my place?” This sounded like a much better idea. I nodded my head and pulled my dress back down as he lead me out the hallway to the front of the house. We were so close to the door, so close to taking this ‘party’ somewhere else whenever Dylan’s name was called. He turned around to meet a tan boy with brown hair. God damn, all the fine men are bred in this town. They conversed for a few minutes before Dylan turned to me with a mad expression on his face.
“Sorry princess, but I have to leave…” I couldn’t focus on his reason as to why he had to leave because the ache between my thighs was so prominent. I was snapped back to reality whenever his phone was put into my vision. A contact with my name, him waiting for me to put my digits in. I took the phone and put the numbers in before saving the contact.
“I’ll call you soon so we can finish what was started.” He gave me a quick, but hot kiss on my lips before he walked out the front door with the boy from earlier.
That was on of the many times Dylan and I had crossed paths, but for some reason we never got to finish what was started. Each time he promised to call or text whenever he was free to do something, but that never happened. I was pissed he never lived up to his promises because he was a sex god and looked like he’d be so good in bed, but I would never reach out to him because I don’t want to come off as desperate as I probably am.
I stood at the alcohol table with my back faced the majority of the crowd, mixing a drink that I’ll probably regret later. My plan wasn’t to get drunk, but who knows what the night has in store?
Hands roamed along my backside and forward to wrap around my torso, a head resting on my shoulder. I knew it was him because of the way my body reacted to his touch. Where his hands were and had been left a burning sensation, an ache forming between my legs.
“Hey princess.” He whispered in my ear before taking my earlobe between his teeth and biting gently. Goosebumps arose all over my skin as he lightly grazed his lips along my neck and collarbone. I remained silent and tried to not relax into his body. I was not going to get lured into his trap just for him to have to leave again.
I slipped away from his grip and walked toward the kitchen to find some ice for this room temp drink, but mostly to get away from him. He was more intoxicating then any drink I could ever make. Just being in his presence made my mind go foggy and my body buzz.
He appeared back into my line of vision whenever I turned away from the freezer. His eyes were burning holes into me as he stared at me, but I wouldn’t look up to meet his gaze. His footsteps could barely be heard over the music as he sauntered towards me. A hand gripped my chin and tilted it forward so our eyes would meet. He studied my face for a few moments before he finally spoke. “Is there a reason you're ignoring me?” I just looked at him blankly for a few seconds before answering.
“Yes.” He looked a little taken back by my response. His hand left my chin as it ran through his hair. “And why would that be sweetheart?” He was such an ass and so cocky, but it was turning me on so much.
“Well where do I start Dylan?” I rambled on and on about why I was ignoring him. The whole time he just stood there, that sexy smirk plastered on his face. After I was out of breath from the rant I just went on, I leaned against the counter opposite from him.
Dylan tilted his head to the side and ran his tongue across his teeth before his sexy smirk was plastered on his face for the umpteenth time tonight.His eyes raked over my body before he spoke.
“Are you finished?”
His words shocked me. Did I really just say all that shit just for him to ask me if I was finished? Now I was livid. “Yes.” I said through my gritted teeth. Dylan pushed himself off the counter and within two long strides he was in front of me with his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. I took my bottom lip in between my teeth as his eyes bored into mine. His eyes then trained on my lip before his hand came down and his thumb swiped across it to release it from my teeth.
“How about we finish what should’ve been finished awhile ago?” He whispered seductively, his lips going to work on my neck again as one of his hands snuck around my body to squeeze my butt. I shook my head yes, afraid that my voice would betray me because of how good it felt to have his hands on me again. He removed his hands from my body and laced his fingers with mine as he walked towards the front doors of the house.
We didn’t say anything as we made the journey to his car. The tension was palpable, but we both stayed quiet. Whenever we reached his car, he opened the passenger door then walked around to the driver’s side and slid into the seat.
The car roared to life and he pulled out of his spot and started driving down the street. One of his hands had a tight grip on my thigh while the other’s knuckles were turning white because of how hard he was gripping the steering wheel, The hand on my thigh was massaging the skin gently, slowly moving towards my core.
The car came to a halt as the traffic light turned red. Dylan turned to face me, his hand finally coming in direct contact with my heat. “No panties?” The expression he wore on his face was a mix between shock and lust. “No panties.” I stated and bit my lip. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”
The car accelerated again as the light turned green. With a newfound feeling of confidence, I placed my hand on his growing bulge and began to palm him through his khakis. For a second his eyes closed and his head tilted back in pleasure. “Better pay attention to the road, baby.” I whispered as seductively as I could while I kissed along his jaw. “Fuck.” His response made me smirk and just encouraged me to continue.
His hand that was on my thigh left and joined the other one in gripping the steering wheel. I continued to palm him through his pants until he gripped my wrist and yanked my hand away from him. “If you don’t stop I will cum in my pants.” I sank back into my seat in triumph.
Luckily we pulled into the driveway of his house, I’m assuming, a few seconds later. He hopped out the car and came to my side of the car to open the door for me. When I got out of the car, I was pushed up against it and was trapped between it and Dylan’s body flush against mine. “I haven’t kissed you yet.” It sounded more like a statement to himself, but he said it loud enough for me to her. His lips molded into mine while my hands tangled into his hair, pulling at the roots. A moan virbrated through his chest but was silenced by my lips on his.
“Dylan, take me inside please.”
His grip on my waist was released before he took my hand in his and lead me inside. The house was dark, but Dylan had no problem navigating to his desired destination. He ushered me into a room; the walls were decorated with a few picture frames and posters, the bed not made.
“I’ll take my time with you later, but ,” he took a step toward me and I took one back. “Right now,” he took another step towards me and my back hit the door, “I’m going to fuck you senseless.” His lips came down onto mine as his hands went to work on ridding me of my dress and, leaving me in my heels and bra. He took a step back and let his eyes rake over my body, suddenly making me feel self conscious.
He bent down in front of me and took off my heels. I was now almost completely naked and he still had all of his clothes on, expect his shoes that were taken off by the front door. “You’re wearing too much.” My voice was raspy for some unknown reason, but it made me sound like I have more confidence than I actually do.
“Mhm, you’re right baby girl. Mind helping me fix that?” His voice was so hot, so sexy; he was so hot and so sexy. My hands gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it off his body. I dropped to my knees in front of him, a moan coming from Dylan at the sight. I popped the button of his jeans, puling both his pants and boxers down slowly. My hands massaged up his legs gently and a little too slowly for his taste as he groaned impatiently above me.
My hand stroked his member a few times before my tongue licked a stripe along his vein from base to tip. His hands tangled in my hair, gently guiding my mouth on his member. The sounds coming from him encouraged me to take more of him in my mouth, his tip touching the back of my throat. My nose was buried in the dark hair at the base whenever he removed my mouth off of him and pulled me to a standing position. He was breathless, face and neck flushed, and there was a slight sweat on his temples and chest.
He gripped the back of my thighs and mumbled for me to jump as his lips went to work on my collarbone. I complied and was soon dropped onto the bed, my hair splaying in all different directions. He starred at me for a few moments before he went digging in the pocket of his pants that were lying on the floor. After a few seconds he took out a foil packet and set it down on the nightstand next to the bed.
His eyes met mine as his hands trailed up my body. Hands were rough against my smooth back as he went to work on the clasp of my bra before sliding the straps down my arms and throwing the article of clothing somewhere in the room. He showed attention to both my breast attention; the left one with his large hand and the right with his lips attached to the pink bud. The pleasure elicited a moan from me and made my back arch up towards the ceiling and into his touch.
“As much as I enjoy this,” I wriggled out from beneath him and grabbed the condom from the night stand and Dylan sat up on his knees, “I really need you to fuck me.” I pushed the foil packet into his chest and I swear I could hear his breath hitch at my words.
“Yo- you can’t just say st-stuff like that and expect me to no- not cum right then and there.” he stumbled over his words as he tore the foil packet open and slid the condom down his member. Anticipation coursed through my veins as Dylan slotted himself between my thighs and lifted my leg up to rest on his chest.
“Are you ready?” The cockiness that usually filled his demeanor was now replaced with sincerity. I met his gaze and shook my head, waiting for him to slide into me.
A moan sounded from both of us as he slid his length into me entirely and stilled so I could adjust his size. After a couple of moments I opened my eyes and nodded from him to move. He slid out of my entirely and rammed back in, automatically setting a fast and hard rhythm.
My head rolled back into the pillows from the pleasure that was coursing through my body and bringing me closer to the edge. “Open your eyes for me, baby girl.” Dylan grunted from above me and I slowly picked my head up to open my eyes for him. Whenever our eyes met his hips bucked into mine so hard I’m sure they will bruise. “Fuck you’re so sexy. I’m-oh fuck- close baby.” I nodded my head in agreement, feeling my orgasm approaching quickly.
As soon as his thumb made contact with my clit, my orgasm washed over my like a tidal wave and I screamed his name. The shouting of his name and clenching around him was all it took for my name to leave Dylan’s mouth and him to release into the condom.
His thrust got sloppy as we both rode out our highs. He pulled out of me and exited the room for a minute before coming back in a fresh pair of boxers and plopping down on the bed next to me. I got up and was almost out of the bed, expecting to just get dressed and leave, whenever grabbed my wrist and his amber eyes meet mine, confusion etched all over his face. “Where are you going?”
“I was going to get dressed and leave. I figured you wanted this to just be a one time thing.” Dylan let go of my wrist and sat up to come face-to-face with me. “What? Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know. I guess because you never called or anythin-”
“Oh baby,” he cupped my face and pulled me in closer to him, “I was scared. You’re Y/N. Sweet, smart, and unbelievably sexy, and everyone in this town knows it. I would get a surge of confidence for a few minutes then it would go away and I would talk myself down. I didn’t think you would want to hookup with me.” He mumbled the last part and broke our gaze. I know who Dylan is and he obviously knew who I was, but we weren’t in the same crowd. I giggled at the thought of both of us reading the situation completely wrong. His head snapped up at the sound of my laugh and he opened is mouth to question what was so funny, but I cut him off by placing my lips on his. This kiss wasn’t like the ones we’d shared earlier; this one was slow and passionate.
He broke away from the kiss, both of us breathless. “So, you’ll stay?” I giggled again and pressed my lips to his. “I would love to.”
Feedback and requests are always welcomed, wanted, and needed!
Your body moved to the beat of the music in the sea of crowded bodies. You let your mind unwind from all the stress work caused and let yourself be carefree for an evening. A couple of drinks in your system and the friends you came with long gone somewhere you’ll probably find out in the morning. It was a perfect Friday night to spend at the club to welcome the weekend and let loose for a change.
It just happened to be your luck that you found a dancing partner who was looking more and more like your type. He was lean and matched your rhythm perfectly; a cute baby face with sharp eyes that were making you melt underneath them.
It started out playful and fun with the way he came up behind you, his moves frisky and mischievous making you smile and dance with him. His hands were light on your body but were hot on your skin making you yearn for more as you swayed your hips with his.
A/N: GIF NOT MINE! HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT! WARNING: SMUT! & LANGUAGE!
Request: Juice taking Readers virgintiy!
You woke up gasping for air feeling a strong arm wrap around your waist holding you securely to the person’s body “Babe, nightmare?” Juan said slowly sitting up next to you as you nodded, it was worst than a nightmare though, the dream left a pit in your stomach and a knot in your throat. “Do you want to talk about?” he asked rubbing your back softly as he laid your head on his shoulder as he kissed your forehead, but when you looked into those sleepy brown eyes you saw love but in your stomach you felt regret, the dream still lingering in your head. You snuggled towards Juan laying down next to him cooing him to fall back asleep, he had slowly began to fall back into unconsciousness and as you heard his snoring became steady you rolled on your back looking at the blank white ceiling trying to recover some parts of your dream but you only remembered one thing.
He was pulling him into her room, locked in a heated makeout session, hands roaming over each others body, moans floating in the eye, the club looking at him with proud eyes. But as you stood there watching them you couldn’t help but feel that this was a memory and not some random dream, that you’d seen this before, that you were truly experiencing everything happening around until Juice looked at you and said “Virgins just aren’t my thing babe.” he said shrugging dragging Cherry into his room leaving the door wide open so you could hear their actions, the bed squeaking, her moaning his name, him moaning her name, the grunts and screams as they both climaxed and just as you thought the dream was over, Juice stepped outside his room pants hanging low and in only his kutte he grinned at you “That could’ve been you babe, but you just didn’t make the cut huh?” he said walking past you shoving you in the process as he disappeared from your dream.
You hadn’t even realized you had fallen asleep until you woke up to an empty bed causing you to panic until you saw Juice step into your room with a towel wrapped around him “Hey baby, I didn’t want to wake you. How are you feeling?” he asked sitting on the bed next to laying his hand innocently on your thigh causing you to flinch at the touch which led him to smile softly mumbling an apology as he returned his hand back to his lap. “ Juan, I need you to be honest with me, have you fucked anyone since we’ve been dating?” you blurted out not letting your sentence process through your brain. Your question obviously affecting Juice enough for him to scoff and get dressed “No (Y/N) I haven’t slept with anyone since we started dating. Is that what you take me for? A cheater? Jesus Christ. I masterbate in the club house with you in my bed, the only pleasure I get is from my own hands yet you think I’m like everyone else huh? Cheating? Banging other chicks meanwhile my woman is home waiting for me? Wow (Y/N).” he said grabbing his kutte and slamming your bedroom door loudly along with your front door, you knew it was okay to burst out into tears when you heard the roar of his bike become completely silent.
You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?
Waking up the next morning, you could hear the sounds of the landscape company outside, already hard at work in your backyard. As you lay there, you were glad, happy that your backyard would soon be ready to enjoy. But then you remembered the events of yesterday, and you could feel the panic start to set in. You had no idea if Brad would be stupid enough to show up again, and the thought that he might be out there, while you laid in bed with Jensen was enough to have you sitting straight up in bed.
“Wha…what is it?” Jensen asked, waking up instantly. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he glanced at you, watching as you climbed out of bed. Wrapping your arms around your waist, you headed straight for the bathroom. Leaning over the sink, you could see just how frazzled you felt. Your hair was a bird’s nest from sleeping, and you had the start of dark circles underneath your eyes. But it was the pale skin and the wide pupils that showed how upset you were.
Warnings: Smut, Mirror kink, Metal arm kink, teasing, NSFW
A/N: Others wanted a continuation of the imagine, so here it is! Sorry if I haven’t been posting very much, life’s been a struggle for me right now, but I’ll try to post some more soon. :) Thank you all for being patient with me, it means more than you know.
Request: One-shot, where the reader is Mitakas sister and is in a secret relationship with Kylo and Mitaka, knocks on Kylos door and the reader answers opens it and Mitaka finds out about his sister and Kylo. Later on, Hux makes jokes about it to Kylo and Mitaka.
Words: 2.1 K +
A/N: this would be really funny omg ahh I feel so bad for Mitaka he’s been through too much, let the child have some peace
Kylo was against you, his head on your lap as you sat in bed, your fingers running through his hair, the softness of his black locks making you smile while he stared up at you, your other hand interlocked with his. He sucked in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a minute and turning his head to the ceiling, where he paused, surrounded by bliss. You admired his features, running your eyes over the hard lines of his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. You pressed your lips together, your chest rising and falling in even breaths.
Silence washed over you, something you were content with as there was no need for words to drown out your thoughts. Your mind was running over Kylo, your guys’ relationship, which had yet to become public. Maybe for the better, due to Kylo’s responsibilities and rank and not to mention that you were the sister of Mitika, a person that you didn’t want to know about your affiliation with the leader of the Knights of Ren.
You hadn’t expected it to happen, nor had you even wanted it to, at first being filled with fear whenever he’d walk into the room, his boots sounding off loud thuds, his robes moving heavily around his long legs and his fists clenched underneath tight gloves. His whole appearance struck fear and anxiety into the order, his walk. How you sometimes didn’t know whether or not he was looking at you. That is, until he began to talk softly towards you, and request your service more often. One night, on your way back to your quarters, you found Kylo in your room. First seeing his helmet resting in his hands before meeting his brown eyes.
Kylo then let go of your hand, turning over and pushing the hem of your shirt, or his shirt that you had taken over your stomach. Laying butterfly kisses over your hip bone and traveling up, you held his face in your hands and met his gaze.
“I’m going to wash up.” He muttered, sighing heavily before pushing himself up into a seated position. The muscles in his back flexing while he leaned over for a second.
Your stomach flipped and your breath caught in your throat, memorizing Kylo’s thickly built structure, something that left you breathless every time. You thought back to the time you first saw him, the first time you had unclipped his top from his body, tugging it from his chest. The first time that you had placed your hands on his bare chest, and had felt his heartbeat against your palms. A shiver ran up your spine, and your cheeks began to burn. You repressed the memory, watching as he then stood up, the waist of his pants hanging low, making you swallow the lump in your throat and look down at your hands.
When he got to the bathroom, he shut the door, not locking it before he turned on the shower. You bit your bottom lip, pushing his shirt down to cover your thighs, and then you swung your legs over the side of the bed. A twinge of excitement bursting in your chest while you thought about joining him. Running your hands over the fabric of the sheets, you let out a heavy breath. Taking in the moment.
The two of you had been together for well over a year, secretly meeting, sneaking off. You would spend your nights in his quarters, or him yours. He would put you on his service during missions and during the day so that he could see you, but that didn’t stop the fact that it was hard to hide what you felt the likes of someone such of General Hux. Or even your brother, who was meticulous towards detail, towards body language.
Sometimes it was too much, how brooding and strict, cruel Kylo had to be even towards you. He tried not to treat you as meaninglessly as he did everyone else, but there were moments in front of Hux where he had to put you in your place or speak to you with the harshness and unyielding animosity that was his mask.
That was the only part that you couldn’t wait till it came out. Yet, you also couldn’t wait until you didn’t have to lie to your own family. A part of you wanted to just walk up to him and tell him, and tell him that no one else could know. For heaven’s sake, both you and Mitika had been best friends since birth. Literally. So you felt it was unfair to leave him out of possibility the rest of your life, of your relationship with Kylo. Since it was a large part of you, anyways.
You got up, your feet padding across the ground as you began to walk towards the bathroom, grasping the bottom of his shirt and peeling it away when there was a sharp knock at the door. Not thinking that you were in the master’s room, the boss, you sighed, pulling the shirt back down and moving swiftly towards the door. There was a second knock, which made you furrow your eyebrows as you muttered, “I’m coming, jeez.” before reaching towards the knob and swinging the large metal door towards you.
On the other side, was not just your worst nightmare, but your brother. Mitika. He looked up from his feet, his hands folded behind his back, his hair slicked back in the usual do and his face pressed into a hard line. When his eyes met yours, it took him a moment to realize it was you, but when he did, you saw his mouth fall open, and your blood ran cold. He looked inside quickly, hearing that the shower was on, he whipped his head back towards you, his eyes wide and his skin paler than usual.
“y/n??? What-what are you doing? Here? Why are you in Kylo Ren’s ROOM.” Mitika hissed, probably afraid that Kylo was going to step out of the bathroom. He was shaking, and you softened your eyebrows into an apologetic expression.
“I haven’t told you yet.” You cautiously said, clenching your jaw. “Sorry.”
“Told me WHAT.” You knew he had already figured it out, and you didn’t say anything, but let him catch up with you. Mitika then led his eyes down, at what you were wearing. Kylo’s shirt hanging loosely around your frame and falling around your thighs, Mitika gagged. “Oh my god. Oh, my-” Mitika shook his head in disbelief and disgust, then fled. Hurrying down the hall before you could say anything more.
Still standing by the door, you gripped the knob in your hand, closing your eyes for a breath and shutting it as you walked towards the bathroom. Your mood diminished, you opened and closed the door that locked in the steam from the shower, then peeled away your shirt and underwear, shuddering before throwing your clothes to the floor and stepping into the shower.
Kylo stood above you, his mass looming over yours, he then reached out to bring you close, but you just put your hands on his arms. Stopping him from locking his lips with yours.
“Mitika just came by.”
Kylo stared at you, his eyes hard and his mouth open. “What.”
“I opened the door… I wasn’t thinking. And now I have to go talk to him.” Groaning, you bent your head forward, resting it against Kylo’s chest while he mulled over the situation.
“Fuck.” Kylo cursed, looked down, resting his chin against the top of your head and wrapping his arms around you. “I guess that’s that.”
“You aren’t mad?” You questioned, expecting for him to be furious that now people would know. But he just took a deep breath.
“It was bound to happen sooner or later. Right now is as good as ever.” He admitted, and your heart skipped a beat. You then looked up and smiled.
“Okay.” Your words hushed, you kissed him, moving against him with a soft touch.
After drying your hair, you watched as Kylo dressed in his usual black robes. You had pulled on your black first order jacket and running your fingers through your hair, you gave out a breath, making Kylo look over.
“I’m going to get going, try and find Mitika.”
“Okay.” He responded, walking over to you and pressing a firm kiss on the top of your head. “I love you.” He added, and you smiled, your heart fluttering at his delicate words. You then lifted yourself onto your toes, kissing him, and then heading out the door. When you turned to walk the same way that you knew Mitika was working, Hux was heading your way, and you were tempted to stop. However, you put one foot in front of the other, pretending not to notice Hux’s long strides and judgemental stare. That he had cocked an eyebrow, realizing where you had been coming from.
You stormed into one of the base’s control room, where they monitored the Tie-fighters. Mitika was against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and his eyes staring blatantly forward. The other workers looked over at you as you walked quickly over to him. He didn’t notice you, too lost in his thoughts. But when you blocked his view of the other wall, he blinked and cringed away.
“Mitika, let me explain.”
“You’re fucking the boss, I get it.” He narrowed his eyes, lowering his tone.
“I have work to do.”
“We’ve been dating for over a year now. We aren’t just banging.” You said just before he walked away. Stopping abruptly, Mitika turned to you, widening his eyes just as he had when he first found you in Kylo’s room.
“A fucking year.”
Rubbing his face, Mitika groaned and then headed towards the exit. You followed him, not knowing what else to say. However, when you both walked out of the control room, Hux walked in. Alongside Kylo.
Hux looked at you and then at your boyfriend. Then at your brother. Mitika tensed up, rigid since Hux could basically make his life miserable at the snap of a finger. More so than Kylo Ren, who he feared nonetheless due to knowing about his anger management issues from personal experience. Kylo nodded towards you, like an acknowledgment of your thoughts. While Hux raised his eyebrows and stopped, smirking.
“Now aren’t we just a big ol’ happy family?” He met your stare, his cold and unemotional. “Mr. Y/L/N, how does it feel to have your sister fucking the big guy?” Mitika’s eyes widened and he gulped. Unable to answer, Hux continued, bitterly chuckling, “I expect to be invited to the wedding. Now, just make sure, Ren,” he turned his attention to Kylo, “that what’s in your pants doesn’t get in the way of the matters of the Order.”
Pushing past Mitika, Hux left his words lingering in the air, but you just pushed them away and turned towards your brother. He gulped, then scoffed at you, avoiding Kylo’s view as he walked away. Kylo lingered by you, reaching out and grazing your shoulder with his hand. You closed your eyes for a second, and just quietly noted, “he’ll get over it. We just need to give him time.”
You knew your brother, someone that didn’t hang onto things longer than necessary, but most importantly when he knew that it was you. And even though rage boiled in your stomach towards Hux, and how he was holding your relationship with Kylo as bait for him to make mistakes, bait for Mitika to get in trouble, you just wanted Mitika to forgive you for hiding it. He was the only family you had left, after your parents had been killed during the fight with the Empire.
They had been taken from your home when you were only a baby. You couldn’t remember them, but Mitika could, as he was a year older. He said that they hid you in one of the spaces in the floor and that stormtroopers had come into the house, pointing their guns and destroying your things. Leaving no trace of life in their wake, when Mitika came out, holding you in a swaddle of blankets, the Stormtroopers were gone, but not entirely. Your parents worked for the Empire, but they were deemed as traitors for leaving.
When you looked back up at Kylo, Hux broke the silence, calling his attention. You nodded, walking past him towards your station, while Kylo moved to where Hux had gathered information on the leading rivals, called the Resistance.