Summary: You’ve been secretly dating Jared for almost a year when he slips up at a convention, accidentally revealing your relationship to the fans. He makes it up to you in your hotel room. Words: 5.4k Jared x Reader, Jensen (mentioned James Lafferty and Chad Michael Murray) Warnings: good-natured bullshiting between a loving couple, smut Square filled: Fingering A/N: this was requested by @blacksiren after donating to my justgiving page, and it’s written as part of this year’s @spnkinkbingo
Request: I would love a Bucky smut where he and reader have to go undercover as a married couple.
Summary: You were supposed to go on an undercover mission with Steve, not the man you despised- James Buchanan Barnes.
Warnings: smut, slight angst
A/N: This was the first attempt for an old request that I ended up writing a whole different story for and I reread what I had written and decided I didn’t actually hate it. So, I finished it and thought I’d post it. Here you go! Also, it’s 5:09 in the morning, I haven’t gone to bed yet, and I just finished writing this so I do apologize if anything is incoherent. Enjoy!
“You’ve got to be shitting me, Steve! I am not going on the mission with him.” You pointed at Bucky, dropping your bag to the ground.
“Nat needs me on a mission with her, (Y/N), you two will get along fine.” He smiled and rested his hands on your shoulders. “I swear, it’ll be a painless mission. Just pretend you’re a married couple attending the wedding, alright?”
“I can’t pretend to be married to him! He’s an ass!” You backed out of Steve’s grasp, frustrated that you knew there was no other option. “Damn it, Steve.” You sighed.
“Please, (Y/N).” He shot you his famous puppy dog eyes and pouted his lip.
“Fine, but you fucking owe me one.” You picked up your bag and pushed passed him, avoiding eye contact with Bucky as you approached the Quinjet.
“I thought Steve was going on the mission with you…” Clint spun around in the pilot’s seat, looking worryingly between the two of you.
“Steve’s out helping Nat with a mission, he asked me to take his place.” Bucky flashed a smile at Clint.
“Fair enough.” Clint turned, starting the engine.
You were fuming. You hated Barnes; the two of you couldn’t be in the same room together for more than five minutes without chewing each other out. Barnes was just going to complicate things, he was going to ruin the mission.
“Be safe you guys!” Clint called to the two of you as you stepped out of the jet, and started walking into the airport terminal. You thanked Clint for having an inside friend at the airport, allowing him to land there and not in some random field.
Story Summary: This is for @jayankles and her birthday challenge. Happy early birthday!! I picked the episode 4x01 Lazarus Rising to rewrite.
Warnings: Mentions attempted to suicide, and suicidal thoughts. Nothing too descriptive.
It’s been four months since Dean has been gone, and you
still can’t sleep an entire night without the visions of him being ripped to
shreds had you sitting up in your bed, sweat beading on your forehead. You
couldn’t close your eyes without hearing the horrific screams as the hellhound
dug into his skin, while you stood by, unable to help him as his life slowly
Sam had faded away from your life, immersing himself in
hunting, leaving you floating, never really knowing what to do. Alcohol became
your best friend, and you often had a bottle beside your bed, not that you
slept much to begin with. Life had no meaning for you anymore, and neither did
hunting. Nothing mattered except for the fact that Dean was gone, and you were
all alone once again.
not THE Cheol smut, but still a Cheol smut 😚 hope you like it! ♥ there was a also a request for “bath smut”, which I’m now taking the freedom to join with this, since eating you out is smut. 😘 if someone still wants to read about going all the way in bath with him, your chance is when we open our requests.
You were eating dinner at the hotel restaurant when Seungcheol glanced at you, and with a small smile playing on his lips, spoke up. “So… I was thinking about having a bath tonight.”
His almost innocent tone made you giggle, and you raised your eyebrows meaningfully as you took a sip of your drink. “And you’re telling me this because?”
“I was wondering if you’d like to join me,” Seungcheol admitted bluntly, showing you a wide grin that slowly faded into a suggestive raise of his eyebrows. “We always have fun bathing, don’t we?”
You almost choked on your drink at the mention of your past baths, most of which had ended with one or both of you very sexually satisfied; whenever it was only one of you, it was fixed afterwards in bed. It wasn’t that you couldn’t bathe without doing a bit of something, it was simply that it was rather often that you were unable to keep your hands off of each other while doing so.
“I wasn’t going to say no,” you said with a small grin and moved your eyes from the candle between you two to Seungcheol’s deep brown eyes, staring right into yours.
He gave you a smile before returning to his food, and you continued talking about more casual things, such as your common friend Jun and how he was coping with his most recent break-up as well as what food you’d be having the next day, when you would return home from your small holiday spent at a rather luxurious spa hotel. Had it not been for his parents, you probably couldn’t have afforded one.
The evening went on as per usual, with the two of you working on your assignments in your hotel room, because as much as you wanted to just relax, you had things to do, until the excitement about having a bath got the best of you.
“It’s getting late,” you said nonchalantly as you put your laptop screen down and put it away, and side-eyed Seungcheol. You could see the right corner of his mouth tug upwards.
“It is, isn’t it,” he mumbled and turned off his own laptop before putting it aside. After that, he turned to you, his hand slowly moving to rest on your thigh. “Shall we go?”
With excitement already building up inside of you, you placed your hand on top of his and leaned closer to him to kiss him by his ear. “Do you have any predictions about how it will end?”
Seungcheol chuckled darkly and squeezed your thigh, moving his hand a bit higher on it. “If all goes according to plan, with you cumming on my tongue.”
You jolted at his words as your breath hitched in your throat. Even as you spoke, all you could think about was how wonderfully close his hand was to your crotch. “Very well.”
He cupped your cheek with his free hand and brought your face away from his neck, and as soon as your eyes had locked with his, he pulled you into a hungry kiss, during which your eyes fluttered shut. You placed one hand on his shoulder and one on his thigh, trying to get some support as you replied to his kiss with just as much hunger.
It didn’t take you too long to decide that sitting next to him wasn’t enough, and soon you were climbing to Seungcheol’s lap, your fingers tangled in his hair as you desperately deepened the kiss, your hips rocking against his on their own accord. His hands were starting to slide into your pants, and it wasn’t until his fingers began tracing the crotch part of your panties that you forced yourself to detach your lips from his.
“Let’s go,” you breathed, letting out a quiet sigh when Seungcheol gave you a slow stroke with one of his fingers. His lips curved into a grin when he felt the thin fabric of your panties get a bit damp.
“Hold onto me,” he murmured and gave you a quick kiss before placing his hands snugly on your ass and standing up. You obliged readily, your ankles hooking behind Seungcheol’s lower back as soon as he stood up, your arms already around his neck.
He carried you to the bathroom of your suite, just as luxurious as everything else in the hotel. It was rather roomy, decorated with white and beige as the main colors, and the bath tub was one that you had fallen in love with at first sight.
The tub, too, was quite big, and very comfortable in other ways, too. The ends weren’t too upright and the edges were smooth; all in all perfect for relaxation, whether it was just soaking in the tub or doing what you were about to.
Seungcheol halted his steps when he had reached the bath tub, and before letting you down, he hummed and leaned in for a kiss. You smiled against his lips and began uncrossing your ankles, ready to get down. Once your feet were steadily on the smooth tile floor of the bathroom, Seungcheol turned to the bath tub, put the plug on and turned on the water while you undressed.
You had just pulled your shirt over your head when you felt Seungcheol’s hands on your hips and his lips pressing to your shoulder. “Get comfortable in the tub, baby.”
A playful smile spread to your lips at his words, and you turned your head a bit towards him. “Gladly.”
Tossing your shirt to the floor - you knew you wouldn’t use it until you had washed it back home anyway - you turned to face Seungcheol and wrapped your arms around his neck loosely. He rubbed his thumbs gently into your hip bones, grinning at you. “What?”
You shook your head with a smile still on your face, and leaned in to give him a quick peck on his cheek. “Nothing. Mushy stuff.”
Seungcheol snorted and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “You gotta open that up later.”
With a nod, you unwrapped your arms and, having already taken off the rest of your clothes, got settled in the tub while waiting for it to be full enough. While doing that, you had your head turned to Seungcheol, and you excitedly watched him undress. No matter how many times you had seen him undress, it always felt like foreplay of a kind; there was something very arousing to see his toned body be exposed little by little, especially when you knew you were about to have fun.
And well, some of that might’ve been because because Seungcheol knew you loved watching him, and that was why he always put on a subtle show. Not that you minded.
When he was naked, he turned to you with a lopsided grin, biting his lip a little. “That’s enough water, don’t you think?”
You looked down to see the water level, and knowing he’d get into the tub as well, you nodded. After all, you didn’t want the water to overflow - more than it would when he ate you out, anyhow.
Seungcheol got into the tub on his knees, facing you, and ran his hands up and down your legs in the water. “Are you ready?”
Letting out a content sigh when his hands reached high on your legs, you nodded. “When am I not?”
He sat fully down, crossing his legs a little, and began lifting your legs. You moved a bit higher on your end of the tub - it was good that it was as gentle as it was - and let out a yelp accompanied by a giggle when Seungcheol got your legs over his shoulders in one swift movement, chuckling afterwards.
You placed your arms on the edges of the tub and looked at Seungcheol’s hooded yet playful eyes, peeking at you from between your legs. And just like that, with his eyes locked with yours, he gave you the first, slow lick with the tip of his tongue that made you sigh in satisfaction already.
“Relax,” Seungcheol said lowly, and you hummed as you closed your eyes and tried to relax, as difficult as it was with his plump lips pressed to your pussy that was gradually starting to show signs of arousal.
He kissed your lower lips and moved up to your clit, which he spent a good while pressing gentle yet utterly amazing kisses to, each one making tingles travel up your spine. Quiet sounds left your lips, whether they were hums, sighs or almost whimpers, as you let Seungcheol do his magic.
He brought his tongue out slowly and began giving you licks, the first few ones teasing and kittenish, but it didn’t take long for him to move on to slightly longer ones that always lingered a bit longer on your clit.
“Seungcheol,” you whimpered when he took your clit lightly between his lips, only to let it go and do it again, and tightened your legs on the sides of his head a little. He chuckled and moved his hands to your breasts, squeezing them.
“I love the way my name sounds on your lips,” Seungcheol murmured, teasing your erect nipples while swirling his tongue around your clit. You whined and bit down on the inside of your lower lip, your hands starting to grip the edges of the tub rather tightly. He noticed every little reaction of yours, and each one of them turned him on. “Do you like it when I do… this?”
Right after emphasizing the last word, Seungcheol began poking your clit with his tongue so fast that it almost felt like you had a vibrator pressed against it, which was more than enough to have your back arching and a moan ripping from your throat.
“Yes,” you whined, your hips bucking against Seungcheol’s face. He grinned into you and returned to just running his tongue around your pussy, up and down as well as sideways, circling your clit as well as rubbing it.
Seungcheol always got really into oral, so it wasn’t that surprising when you not only felt his mouth get more desperate, but also started hearing him moan quietly into you and the water splash as he was unable to keep his body still. His hands had moved from your breasts to your hips, and he was trying to pull you closer, but in vain.
But oh, how it turned you on to know that Seungcheol enjoyed eating you out that much.
With him getting that desperate, it felt like he was everywhere, and only in a good way. By then you were already soaked, swollen to the point of being extremely sensitive to everything Seungcheol was doing, and it all only made it so much better.
Your breathing started getting more labored, your legs shakier on his shoulders and your hips more restless by his mouth, and moans started slipping through your beautifully parted lips more frequently as your orgasm approached you. Seungcheol took note of everything, and every small detail of yours added to his arousal.
Your face was contorted in pleasure, your lips were absolutely gorgeous in his eyes, you tasted absolutely fantastic, and knowing you were that close to coming only drove him further.
“I-I’m going to cum,” you whimpered, your hands balling into fists on the bath tub’s edges and your toes curling. Seungcheol hummed into you and continued eating you out, his tongue rubbing your clit in the best ways possible until you were letting out high-pitched, satisfied moans and quiet whimpers of his name as you came.
Seungcheol continued running his tongue up and down your wet slit throughout your orgasm, lapping away at your release that leaked out. You let out content sighs as you slowly began letting your back slide down the wall of the bath tub, and it didn’t take long for Seungcheol to gently let your legs down from his shoulders and lick the area around his mouth clean.
“That was fucking fantastic,” you said, slightly out of breath, and giggled quietly when Seungcheol pulled you to sit on his crossed legs.
He smiled widely and hugged you, looking up at you with affectionate eyes. His dimples made you feel as giddy as they always did, and you found yourself poking them gently with your forefingers, which made Seungcheol laugh out loud.
“I knew it was a great idea,” he said a bit smugly and gave you a long kiss, into which you smiled.
It was impossible to ignore what was poking your crotch, though. You grinned against Seungcheol’s lips. “Is it my turn to take care of you?”
His voice was amused yet playful. "If you could, I wouldn’t mind.”
Synopsis: Blond hair and pouty lips pulled into an insanely attractive smile but the first thing you notice on his face are lipstick stains.
Author’s note: I hope you enjoy~
Every parent has an obsession, yours are obsessed with finding you a suitor. In this day and age where boys and girls explore and have the freedom to find their own significant other, your parents want to settle with the old fashion way and find you a suitor. Your father is afraid that all the young potential men around your age will get snatched by other young eligible girls in the society and there won’t any good ones left for you. In a society where people date not because they like each other but what the benefits one gets from the later and marriages are more like business agreements, it’s very hard to find a proper ‘suitor’
Your father panicked because you not exactly ‘wanted’ like the other girls your age. You’re not a darling to your parents. You wouldn’t be called as a rebel but always did whatever you wanted regardless of what people thought of you. An attitude which isn’t appreciated in your society. So your parents began to set you up with every eligible young man that crossed their paths, from the chairman’s son to the guy you apparently sat next to in the 8th grade.
Although you weren’t interested in dating anyone at the moment you didn’t want to deal with your father’s continuous nagging so you went along with what he wanted. In the beginning, it amused you how the guys your father set you up with were as least interested in you as you were in them. They were just interested in the benefits your father was offering them. So by the 8th blind date, it wasn’t amusing anymore. It just disgusted you. They were just after the status that came with dating you. Their confessions were meaningless and they somehow thought you’d be easily impressed by their expensive gifts and physical appeal. Pathetic.
Your parents continued to find you a suitor and you continued to ignore them by locking yourself inside you art studio you brought for yourself eventually losing last bit of your interest in men. Which was not accepted by your best friend. And one Friday morning your best friend marched into your studio and dragged you to her house to doll you up while nagging you the whole time about how you will become one with the walls if you didn’t leave your studio.
You sat uncomfortably in the corner of the purple sofa, feeling out of place. You eye the room warily. The room was decorated with vintage furniture and paintings on the wall. The bright light shining on you from the ceiling and purple light emitting from the floor below your feet. Your best friend brought you to a Host bar for wealthy women and booked a private room just for you and your other friends. You squint your eyes at the lights and frown ‘Do these places have to look this tacky?’ But you are the only one who wasn’t enjoying this. The other girls who are your friends too sat side by side with a couple of hosts, giggling and flipping their smooth hair flirtatiously as they poured them drink after drink. You pull a face and place your untouched glass of alcohol on the table in front of you. You didn’t understand the point of places like these. You just flirt with handsome waiters all night and hook up with them in hotel rooms then pay them for their ‘service’. This place is definitely not for you but your best friend just told you to loosen up and enjoy.
You pull your best friend by her arm and whisper into her ear “Soo, you know how my father feels about places like this” you remind her “He’s already irritated with me for avoiding all blind dates he’s setting up for me. If he finds out I’m here, he’ll give a harder time!” rushing your last words in attempted to make her understand. Your best friend just smiles and waves her hand at you “Babe. Relax! It won’t hurt if he won’t find out!” She didn’t exactly whisper back. The host besides her shoots you a grin and pulls your best friend by her waist and kisses her cheek to which she replies with a giggle while saying “Have fun~”
Her definition of fun is just plain horrible! You’re not a party person and have never been. No matter how many times your best friend dragged you to parties she was invited to you never liked the loud music booming through the wall with bodies pressed against each other as the reek of alcohol and sweat. It’s too much for you. You always prefer quiet places and open spaces with fresh air. A cold breeze passes through your hair and the only noises around are the chirping of the birds or the sounds of ocean waves splashing. These places inspired you to draw and paint. But doesn’t mean you didn’t enjoy music, you do! You love soft melody and catchy beats just not when they are blowing up the speakers next to your head. Parties are just not your thing.
Another set of high-pitched giggles echoes through the room and you shift your eyes to your other friends. One of them faked a laughed at the host’s horrible joke but obviously loves the feeling of his hand rubbing her thigh. You roll your eyes and see the other one slip bills into her host’s breast pocket and coo into his ears. You can see his eyes visibly twinkle as he helps your friend off the couch, grabs her purse and leads her out of the room. Your friend catches you staring and winks at you before she leaves. You unlock the screen of your phone to check the time ‘12:08 am’. You let out a loud sigh with your head leaning into your hands. This is horrible. Your head is pounding and you just was to get out of here.
A strong scent of perfume fills your nose and there is a shift on the empty space beside you. You quickly look up to see a host. He has a flirty smile on his lips and he leans his head next to your face “Why aren’t you having fun beautiful?” He slurs into you ear breath reeking of alcohol. The hair on the back of your neck stands up as you scroll deeply when you feel his hand run up your thigh. That’s it. You have had enough “Don’t touch me!” You smack his hand off you harshly shocking the guy and got up. Grabbing your coat and phone you call out to your best friend. Twice. Thrice. She’s having way too much fun with her host boyfriend. You hated her sometimes.
You just walked out the room without bothering to let her know you’re leaving. She won’t notice anyway. You ran down the stairs while pulling your coat over your shoulder and swiftly walked out the exit. You hear someone calling you from the counter but you didn’t turn around. You have to get out of here. It’s suffocating. You need fresh air.
You took a deep breath as soon as you stepped out of the building and mindlessly walked a few steps and then came to a stop. Then it hit you. Your best friend drove you here so you didn’t bring your car. You let out a loud groan and stomped your feet on the ground, earning weird looks from passer-bys. How are you going to go home!? It’s going to take you forever to catch a cap at this time ‘Can this night get any more annoying?’
“Not much of a party person are you?” A soft voice behind you spoke. You jumped and turned around so fast you got a whiplash. A guy, buffed with blond hair and a very attractive smile on his face stared at you. His cheeks, jaw and neck covered with lipstick stains. You could tell from his white shirt and black pants that he’s a host and you scoff “You definitely are”
His eyebrows furrow cutely in confusion “You got a little lipstick here and there” I motioned at his cheek then to his neck. The male turned, still confused and look at his reflection on the glass behind him. Tilting his to the side to reveal the pink and red artwork on his face. You notice the tips of his ear turn red and he chuckled at you embarrassed while wiping the stains in a rush. You remember seeing him earlier. He was the one that had lead you and your friends to the private room and asked you if you have a requested for a particular host to assist you to which you had just shook your head and said you did want any.
He clears his throat, the shy face quickly replaced with a soft smirk “What are you doing out here? I believe your friends are still inside” he took a step closer to you making you move back. Not saying anything you just turn away from him and resumed to worry about how to get back home. The blond male moved to stand next to you, tilting his head so you could see his face “Want to get out of here?” he asks smiling at you, showing off his perfect white teeth. You pout your lower lip and nodded “more than anything” you reply sincerely. As soon as he heard your answer he stands in front of you with his hand reaching out to you “I’ll drop you” he offers, smile not leaving his handsome face. You shift your weight on your left foot and lead a little away from the blond male “Don’t you have some women to satisfy?” you ask giving him a suspicious stare.
“Ah no! They won’t notice I’m gone” He waves his hand and casually grabs your hand pulling you with him. You didn’t think he was serious when he said he’ll take you home “E-excuse me” you stammer panicking a little. You didn’t trust him. What if he forces himself on you the moment you sit in the car? What if he takes you to a hotel? You sniff the air around him. He doesn’t smell of alcohol. “Excuse me. I can go home by myself” You say trying to convince him.
He stops in front of a white car which you assume is his “Look. It’s late. You won’t find a cab anytime soon. If you want to go home, let me take you” He explains with a soft voice but you continued looked at him doubtfully. He sighs and raises his hands as though he’s surrendering “I won’t do anything to you. I promise”. He’s right though. It’ll take you forever to catch a cap here and you didn’t want to go back inside the bar. You eye him up and down, other than smudged stains on his neck he looked pretty harmless. After a moment of contemplating what position you’re in right now, you release a sigh “Fine”
He cheers a little and opens the door of the passenger seat for you and closes it when you slip inside. His car smells like freshly washed laundry. You give him your address and he drives to your area with all the right turns like he’s been there many times. He probably has. You quickly text your best friend that you’re leaving but didn’t tell her how. You want to give her a little scare. You turned your head and look at your new saviour. He’s handsome. Very handsome. Like superstar kind of handsome. His blond hair sit perfectly over his forehead, his nose is cutely shaped and he has a perfect set of pouty lips. You curious eyes then travel to his chest and arms. You can tell he works out with how buff he is. He has nice arms. The way his muscles moves inside the sleeve of his white shirt got you biting your lower lip. He could feel your eyes on him and you look away immediately.
He made small talk the entire car ride. It’s easy to speak to him. You spoke about general things and the conversation just sailed. The ride was short and in a few minutes he pulls in front of your manor “When you said ‘house’ you should have mentioned it’s a palace” His lips shaped in a cute ‘O’ You tell him to take you to the back of the manor where no one can see you sneak in without anyone noticing you.
He chuckles as the car comes to a slow stop “So you’re actually Jasmine. Sneaking out to have fun” He teases you. You lift your finger like you’re making a point “I didn’t exactly have fun” you correct with a smirk on your lips. “Not even with me princess?” he pouts and blinks at you. You lean a little closer to him and whisper “You’re not Aladdin” He pretends to be hurt but laugh anyway. He has a cute laugh and it makes you smile.
“You’re a funny one sugar” You frown at his horrible nickname “I have a name, you know” you say.
He grins and leans forward getting close to your face “What is it then?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave. Blood rushes to you cheeks at the sudden closes and your breath hitches “ y/n. What’s yours?” you ask with fake confidence. He leans back into his seat and you let out a breath that you didn’t know you’re holding. “Hoseok. But everyone calls me Wonho” He replies lowkey telling you to use his other name.
“Well, Wonho. Thank you very much for taking me home” You say with a genuine smile and Hoseok swore his heart skipped a beat. You were just about to get out when Hoseok gets out and walks to your side and opens the door for you “The pleasure is all mine”
Gentleman. He’s a total gentleman. You get out off the car still smiling but you aren’t ready to leave yet. Hoseok closes the door and leans against it while staring at you “We’ll meet again you, Y’know”. You raise an eyebrow at him “Is that how you pick up all your customers for a revisit?” You ask him sarcastically and he tilts his head back and laughs “Yes. Actually, I do” He admits shoving his hands into his front pockets “But you’re different”
“How so?” you challenge him.
“Well for starters, You’re not my customer” Hoseok points out and you click your fingers at him while nodding your head agreeing. “And two” he takes a step closer to you again, bends down to your eye level and smiles “I have a gut feeling. I’m definitely going to meet you again” he says in a hushed tone. A shiver travels down your spine but you pull yourself to stand straight. Before you could open your mouth to retort he cuts you in “And no. I didn’t mean the club. But somewhere else”
You blush “Let’s see how right your gut feeling is” you say and he grins from ear to ear. He finds you cute. You move towards the fence and began to climb the bars effortlessly. Landing your toes perfectly, you turned around to look at Hoseok. He applause you for your skills and waves goodbye at you. You laugh and wave back before disappearing into the dark.
You flop down onto your bed as soon as you enter your room, hands wide on either side and your hair spread on the sheets around your head looking like a lion’s mane. A wide smile spreads across your face and you giggle. You won’t admit it out loud but Hoseok is the best thing that happened to you recently.
Arriving at the hospital in record time, Jaebum sprinted his
way towards the escalators – running as fast as he could to the top while
managing to frighten the younger looking receptionist behind the desk, doing
her daily night shift as she often did.
“My girlfriend” he gasped as he felt his lungs burn now that
he stopped to catch his breath “My girlfriend (Y/N) was taken here a few hours
ago and now she’s in surgery, can you tell me where she is? My friends are here
waiting for her – there’s 6 of them” he said all in one go, leaning over the
desk and feeling like he was about to pass out. The receptionist gave him a
strange, unfamiliar look while she checked your information on her computer.
Player: Carter Hart (Everret Silvertips/Philadelphia Flyers)
Warning/s: wjc loss mention
“Wait. What if he doesn’t want to see me? I’m not family-”, you whispered hurriedly while Mrs. Strome was steering you to the locker room door.
Most of the families were already inside and the rest entered, searching for their boys to be there for them and cheer them up. If cheering them up was possible. Not a minute after they lost most of them started crying and you couldn’t think of a different way to react. All of them were disappointed for sure. They had fought so hard to reach the gold medal, falling short to USA hockey so close to their goal.
But it wasn’t their fault. They played with their heart out there. Shootout goals? More like luck goals. But you knew that Carter would think about that differently, now that he was the one who tried to stop Troy Terry.
“Sweetheart trust me, he’ll want to see you now.”, Mrs. Strome assured you, finally pushing you through the door.
You walked into the locker room quietly, watching the Stromes disappear to where you could see Dylan. The locker room was packed with the boys and the people they loved. Some of them had calmed down but a lot of them were still sitting in their stalls, crying or with a blank expression. The rest was scattered all around, talking to their friends or pacing in frustration.
From previous games, you knew that Carter’s stall was right next to the door, so the goaltender didn’t have to walk that far with the knee pads. And Carter was there. Like the other guys, he had taken off his gear and skates. Instead, he was wearing a simple shirt and shorts, hair still wet from the quick shower. Carter’s gear was on the floor in front him, and he himself was slumped down. He was leaning onto his knees, hiding his face in his hands.
You caught the eyes of Connor Ingram, who was sitting right next to him. All you did was gave him a sad smile, not sure what to say. Connor just nodded at you and slid across the bench so he was almost in another stall. You needed a moment to get what he was doing before you realized it. Connor was giving you space so you could sit next to Carter!
Carter didn’t notice you at all when you sat down next to him. He only looked up when you scooted closer to him and rested one of your hands on his thigh. Making eye contact for a split second, you noticed the hurt look on his face. He was sad and angry, but mostly sad.
You wanted to give him as much space as possible. Just in case he wanted to be alone, contrary to Mrs. Stromes beliefs. But the space he needed didn’t seem to be much since Carter broke eye contact quickly to hide his face in the crook of your neck.
In the year that you had known him, this was the most broken down that he had ever been. You felt bad for him, bad for Canada. Seeing him like this broke your heart. You wanted to be there for him, give him some comfort. That was your duty as his best friend and since you had come because his parents couldn’t. So you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close. That was all that you could do at the moment.
Carter didn’t cry. In fact, he didn’t move either, just blocking everything out.
“Everyone is so proud of you”, you mumbled into his hair, causing him to press further into your neck.
Making awkward eye contact with Dylan over Carter’s shoulder he shot you a half-hearted wink, obviously concerned about his goalie. You tried to tell him you’re sorry without actually moving, but Dylan seemed to get it.
Carter didn’t move or didn’t say anything. He just stayed there in your embrace for as long as possible, until the family members began to file out of the locker room, so the boys could suit up and do their post game interviews. Which was cruel. The boys just lost, why drag them in front of the cameras to say that, when there was a whole day for press coming up?
“I have to go.”, you muttered as Mrs. Strome motioned to the door.
“I’ll be at the hotel if you need anything. Just let me know. I’m really proud of you.”
You gave him a light kiss on the top of his head before you stood up, Carter glanced at you with sadness and guilt all over his face. He had planned the whole evening so different. You tried to give him an assuring smile and pressed his arm gently before you followed Mrs. Strome out of the room.
“See. I told you.”, she whispered, showing you the right way out of the arena.
You drove to the hotel where you showered, dried your hair and changed into your sleeping clothes. But you couldn’t sleep. Thoughts about Team Canada bugging you, making you sad. So you started packing your stuff into the suitcase you had come with, to take away some of the work that was waiting for you the next day. That was when your phone vibrated.
Carter: Come over
To Carter: Sure. Imma changes out of PJs and come. Be there in five.
Carter: Don’t change. Just come over
You frowned but put your phone into the pocket of a sweatshirt that you pulled on. Your pj’s consisted of a shirt with the word nap on it and comfortable shorts. You wouldn’t count those to the kind of clothes you wanted to be seen in. But after carefully looking around, you made it to the elevator and to the player’s floor without getting seen.
The only one that you ran across was Barzal, but he was too distracted to actually realize what you were wearing. You just exchanged a nod as you went up to Carter’s room and knocked softly. The door jumped open a few seconds after, only a little gap. You pushed it open and closed it behind you, eyes getting used to the dark room. Carter was sitting on the bed, still in his suit and he was staring at his hands. You sat down next to him, right next to the headboard.
“It’s my fault.”, he blurted out.
“It’s not. You own all of Canada’s asses. You did the best you could.”
“It wasn’t good enough.”
“It was, Carter. But shootout goals are lucky goals. Troy Terry got lucky, you had nothing to do with it.”, you insisted.
He didn’t reply, so you tried to make him feel better differently. Sliding his suit jacket off his shoulders you carefully got his arms out of it and hung it over a chair. He had already gotten rid of his shoes, and he was watching you absentmindedly as you opened his tie and put it on the suit jacket.
“Let’s get you into more comfortable clothes.”, you tried to animate him, starting to open his shirt. You pulled it off and put it to the rest of the clothes, turning to the closet.
“Come on. Where do you stash your comfortable shirts?”
“Bottom shelf.”, he muttered quietly.
You opened his closet to find what you were looking for. You picked out the shirt that looked the most comfortable. Turning back around to see that Carter was following your lead and he had rid gotten off his socks and pants, leaving him only in his boxers. He pulled on the shirt that you gave him as you went back to the space next to the headboard.
Carter’s gaze dropped back down to his hands when he felt your eyes on him.
“It was still my job to make the save. I failed everyone.”, he breathed.
And when he looked up you could see tears shining in your best friends eyes, revealing how close he was to crying.
“Oh Carter.”, you whispered as you both went in for a hug. You fell back with your back against the headboards, as Carter rested his face on your shoulder, sobs going through his body violently. He was trembling and crying and it took him a while to let it all out.
When Carter was done crying he just remained in his spot, with your arms around him. He had his own arms wrapped around your waist as he was looking for comfort.
“You know that every guy on the team probably blames themselves? Dylan will blame himself. You do. Barzal, Chabot. All of these guys will blame themselves. You know why? Not because it’s their fault, but because they know that the fault isn’t with their teammates. They just can’t accept that there’s no one to blame for this. Not Stromer. And certainly not you.”, you whispered into his ear, hands driving through his hair. You played with a few streaks of it, calming Carter down.
Carter didn’t reply, he just listened. He needed to hear all of this. He needed to hear that it wasn’t his fault because otherwise, he might not believe it.
“You gave it your all out there, everyone saw it. And everyone is so proud of you. Your parents are for sure, even though they couldn’t be here, your teammates, your friends. You didn’t fail. You’re not a failure. You’re an astonishing goalie and while it might seem like the end of the world now, you’ll have a great future in the NHL.”
The silence that followed your words was comfortable. Carter was still upset, but he was exhausted too. Your hand in his hair got him to relax, making it hard to keep his eyes open after some time.
“You’re falling asleep. I should probably go back to my room now.”, you murmured at the boy who was basically lying on top of you.
“No. Stay.”, he insisted.
“Ok.”, you breathed as a reply, using your other hand to paint little circles on his back, ignoring your pounding heart.
Well, Since You Begged (Sami Zayn) - the reader suffers from an injury and her best friend Sami cares for her. Afterwards, Sami mentions feelings he has, leading up to some domineering Sami plowing her into next week
let me know what you think, y'all. also, i have tons of free time now, so i’m going to start taking requests. enjoy the read, hoes. it’s a long one, buckle up for the ride
Really cringey first attempt at a smut so beware. This was also posted really early on. Probably a year ago at the minimum. My writing has improved. Also the summary makes me cringe but what can you do?
Summary: Y/n goes on Omegle to waste time. She’s met with lots of things but she comes across a black screen aka Michael Clifford and friends. They start talking and the boys have some… needs to attend to.
Today is a lazy day for me. I’ve done nothing productive all day. I’ve sat back, with my laptop in front of me, and I’ve been on mindless games all day. While I was playing happy wheels, an ad popped up. ‘Omegle, meet new people, new friends, and just strangers with common interests for free!’ Well, I’ve got nothing better to do this fine Saturday. I know, it’s Saturday and I’ve got nothing to do, I’m a loner. I don’t give a fuck. I clicked on the ad for Omegle and a new screen popped up. It brought me to omegle..com. There was a box in the center of the screen that said interests, obviously, I typed in 5 seconds of summer because, they are life.
I clicked on video to start off because the whole point is to meet new people. It started loading and the first person I saw wasn’t a person, it was a dick. I made a disgusted face. People can be so rude online. Like, what if there were children on this site. Just some kids who liked 5 seconds of summer. They would be accustomed to nudity. Oh well, what can you do, the whole generation knows about things they shouldn’t. I clicked on skip and next popped a girl. She seemed to be about 15, that’s about four years younger than me. I’m 19 if you can’t do simple math. Sorry, that was rude. The girl smiled at me, and then she skipped me. “Well ok then.” I mumbled as the next person came on. It wasn’t really a person, all I could see was a black screen.
Stranger is typing… the screen said. Ok, so it is a real person I’m talking to.
Hi. Asl? the stranger said. (Stranger will be in italics)
Hi. And wtf does that mean.
Stranger is typing… it means age, sex, location.
Oh, well I’m 19 I live in Australia and kinky;) jk I’m a girl, and not that kinky.
Stranger is typing… Ooo you’re funny, I’m Michael, boy obviously, and 21 in Australia. You know you don’t have to type right? I can hear you.
I looked down embarrassed. “Oh, I didn’t know that. Sorry Michael. Also are you going to talk too?” I asked. Stranger is typing… No I’m not going to, I don’t like speaking because of my voice. “Oh, well that’s ok. I was just curious. So I love your name by the way. Michael Clifford is the best ever!” I exclaimed as I smiled brightly to the camera.
Stranger is typing… I love Michael Clifford, in the best way possible, like, he’s a great guy. Well, seems like it.
I smiled at the camera. “You understand! Finally somebody. Everyone else is like, ‘why waste your time on someone who doesn’t even know you’ and I’m like, ‘why waste you time breathing when your going to die anyway?’ They obviously have serious issues.” I giggled.
Michael Clifford’s P.O.V
I’m talking to this Y/n girl and she’s really interesting. She’s hilarious that’s for sure. All of the boys are here sitting in the hotel room around the laptop. We’re just watching this girl without her knowing about us. All she knows is that Michael is a guy from Australia. The boys and I laughed at the last thing she said. We have our sound turned off so she can’t hear us. Our video is off to so she can’t see us either. “Hold on. I’ll be right back. I’m going to get food.” She was about to get out of her chair but she sat back down. “Please don’t leave, it’s really nice talking to you and not seeing little dicks everywhere.” She pleaded with a serious face until she giggled. Luke started typing. We’ve decided to each type whenever we want.
Ok, I won’t skip you. Just hurry before I get bored.
She read over the message and smirked. “Oh, am I that fun and entertaining to you?” She chuckled. “Ok well, don’t be too bored I’ve just got to warm up some pizza. Mmm, supreme pizza with everything on it.” She smiled and sighed. “Be right back Michael.” She got out of her chair and revealed her tiny booty shorts. “Holy fuck.” I cursed under my breath. “Shit guys. She’s hot.” Ashton sighed. Calum and Luke nodded their heads in agreement. She came back with three slices of supreme mouthwatering pizza on a plate in her hands. She smiled at us. “I’m back and I see you didn’t go anywhere. Unless I’m talking to myself.” She looked at the screen skeptically. “Well, it isn’t like I don’t talk to myself.” She muttered. I took the typing.
That’s cute. How often do you talk to yourself?
She read the message and a light pink dusted her cheeks. “Not that much.” She mumbled in embarrassment.
“Ok, so Michael,” she got up and made a weird face. “This fucking wedgie. I hate it. It’s like a thick thong and it’s uncomfortable. I’m going to change my pants hold on a minute.” She walked to the side but there was a mirror where the camera was pointed so we could still see her. “Oh shit guys.” Luke swore, “she’s going to be undressing in front of the camera.” As she searched through her drawers with the wedgie still prominent, we could see her ass just hanging out. Luke started rubbing himself through his jeans. I looked over at him, “Really mate?” I asked, he didn’t respond, but looked back towards Y/n. She grabbed another pair of shorts, just a bit longer than the ones she’s wearing now. She took her pants off and showed her black lace underwear. “Shit man.” Calum swore as he started palming himself too. Next thing I know we’re all going at it jerking off to the thought of Y/n undressing. Loud moans were filling the hotel room and soon we all came. “Holy fucking hell Michael. I couldn’t even find a decent pair of shorts. The ones I tried on were too wedgie prone so I went with my leggings.” She smiled and lifted her leg to show plain black leggings.
“So what’s going on? Hopefully I haven’t bored you out too much.“ Ashton grabbed the laptop and started typing.
Not at all princess, it was totally fine.
“Dude, seriously? Princess? You stupid.” Calum argued. She read it over and a pink blush was prominent. “Glad I didn’t bore you too much. Um, is there anyway I’d be able to see what you look like? Just so I know I’m not talking to a fifty year old pedophile.” She asked cautiously. I looked towards the guys.
Sure thing, but we’ve got to go in about half an hour so could we have your number to stay in contact?
The boys yelled at me when I pressed send. “Michael! You said we! As in more than one!” Ashton argued. She looked at the screen unsure. “Um ok.” She typed in her number. I texted her immediately. I said, 'This is Michael from Omegle. Hi.’ She looked at her phone and laughed. “Hi Michael. So I was wondering if I could see you guys now. I mean, there is more than just you right?” She asked.
Yeah, my three friends are here too. Hold on let me put the camera and audio on.
She smiled and squealed. “Oh, I’m so excited to see what you look like. What all of you look like.” I sighed and looked towards the boys who nodded there heads. First I put on the audio. “Hi Y/n.” I said as I put on the camera so we all could be seen. She stopped smiling and her face paled. “You’ve got to be fucking joking with me.” She mumbled. “I am not speaking to 5 seconds of summer. I am not.” They boys and I chuckled. “No babe, it’s really us.” Calum said smoothly. “Well,” she sighed, “its better than a fifty year old pedo.” We started laughing a bit.
“You’re really funny Y/n you know that right?” Luke asked her. She blushed again. “Thank you.” She whispered in a quiet voice. She’s literally so cute. She got up, “I’ll be right back ok? I’ve got to put my dirty dish away. It’ll take about a minute cause I’ve got to go downstairs.” She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. Her butt swayed every time she took a step. Ashton groaned and went to lay down on his back. “What the hell man? She’s so gorgeous.” Ashton sighed. “We’ve got audio on now.” I whispered. “Yeah but she went down stairs. She’ll never know.” He said as soon as she walked in. “Never know what?” She asked. Luke made the 'oh shit’ face. “Never know that you’re really hot.” He said with a small blush.
Y/n blushed as well, “Oh. Thanks again. For complimenting me that is.” She said awkwardly. Calum yawned and I looked over at the time. It was about midnight here and we’ve got a show tomorrow. “Y/n, we’ve got to go, it’s midnight and we’ve got a show tomorrow. I’ve got your number so we’ll call. I’ll give the others your number too ok?” I asked her. She nodded her head. “Yeah,” she smiled, “I’d like to talk some more later. I guess I’ll be going to, I feel like doing absolutely nothing for the rest of my day.” She said looking out into space. “Ok, we’ll talk to you later Y/n, goodnight.” I said. “Night Y/n!” The boys screeched. She giggled. “Goodnight you guys, sleep tight.” She blew a kiss and smiled with her tongue out and a wink, then left the page.
I shut the laptop and sighed. “That was one hell of a night you guys.” Ashton said as he walked over to his bed and got under the covers. “But yeah, goodnight.” We all got under our covers and went to sleep. “Goodnight.”
The long awaited final part to I Will Be. Playing through Chapter 13.2 of the new update was harrowing, by the way. I can’t believe they made me watch Ravus die. :( I want to cry, but I’m incapable of tears as of this moment. Too much sadness in FFXV, too many people need hugs. I wanted to keep this final part light hearted, but I fail in light hearted writing when it comes to tragic characters.
Summary: Jensen and Y/N had a love that happens once in a lifetime, until it slipped through their fingers. Years later, he has moved on, but deep in his heart she will always be the one he dreams of. Y/N returns with a secret he’ll never know.
Characters: Jensen, Reader (Y/N)
Word Count: 2935
Warnings: ANGST, fluff, romance, sadness, guilt, pain, regret, tears…. I could go on.
You sit at the small coffee bar table all alone, fingers worrying at the cup of forgotten coffee going colder every moment, your knees are pressed tightly together below the tabletop, ankles crossed and one foot bouncing in double-time to the heartbeat you can feel at the back of your tongue. A shadow passes across your hands and you glance up to the glass door and expansive floor-to-ceiling windows. Hipsters in their chill wide cropped pants scoff at the new professionals in knockoff Stella McCartney. Still, every one of them has a phone pasted to their cheeks. Sun spots like camera flares from adjoining windows draw the straggling hopefuls in to see and be seen. Everyone chooses their part to perform. Great. This makes it easy to get lost in the slew of fake laughter and too-wide eyes.
‘This is pointless. Why did I even bother? What do I hope to accomplish?’ you whisper to yourself as your eyes range over the table top and the usual spotty utensils strangled in a paper napkin next to your elbow. A presence stops next to the chair opposite you. Without raising your head, you take your hands from the cup and curl your fingers into fragile fists, eyes clenched shut in a silent prayer for mercy. With the contained effort of purpose, you lay your trembling palms flat on the surface in front of your cup. Only then do you open your eyes and turn your face up. To him. That one special “him”.
A/N: This took SO LONG and I’m super sorry! I just recently got adopted by a baby squirrel and I’ve been taking care of him, making sure he’s okay. I named him Buckwheat! He’s adorbs. This was requested by @ittybittywriter. Also, can anyone tell me how to do the “read more” html on the app for the phone? I don’t own a laptop/computer
A/N Part 2, Heart Complications update: I’m working on Part 3 as we speak and BE WARNED, IT’S GOING TO GET VERY DARK. There’s going to be a few jealous men, some stalking, slight abuse, harassment. It’s going to get dark, so I figured I’d warn you first off before I post it.
You’ve been friends for years, but what happens when Jeff talks you into a night at the bar?
“Oh come on, it’ll be fun to go out. You know, something you don’t know how to do?”
Jeff was right. You didn’t know how to go out. Hell, you barely knew how to get out of your pajama pants into jeans half the time. You were always a shy person, even after four years of being best friends with the youngest Hardy brother. You two had met at a house show where he managed to botch a move, throwing himself over the barricade into your lap. The accident started a beautiful friendship.
You look down at your half assed attire. Black skinny jeans and a normal purple cotton shirt. You roll your eyes and sigh.
“Fine, you win. I’ll have to.. dig something nice looking out of my bag”.
You can hear Jeffs smile pulling from ear to ear.
“I’ll meet you at the club after the show. I’ll text you which one we decide one. See you there?”
“Well obviously, you already talked me into going out. See ya later”. You hang up with him, turning around to face the big balcony window.
You grab your duffle and rush over to the edge of the hotel bed. You begin shuffling through your duffle bags, hoping to find a miracle you threw into you bag when your packed it, half asleep, before you took this trip with him.
Throughout the years, Jeff always tried to get out into the scene, getting you out of your comfort zone of staying in your hotel room. It never worked, no matter how many times he begged you to go throw beers back. Finally, you feel the familiar, soft touch of silk. Your miracle in a duffle bag. The dress you bought before the tour. It has a low plunging neckline with a strap halter and a slit from on the right hip from the waist to the middle thigh where the dress stops. It’s a beautiful light green, which contrasts perfectly against your skin. You lay it on the bed and check the time on your phone. 9:49.
Good you think. Enough time to get ready. You waltz over to the desk, which has a giant vanity mirror on it. Grabbing the makeup bag you managed to find before leaving home, you begin putting on a little mascara and foundation, to make yourself look like you’re not tired. Your phone buzzes.
Jeff: Hey, we’re going to The Underground. Meet us there around 10:30?
You put your bottle of foundation down, picking up the phone to start typing.
You: Yeah, I’ll be there. I’ll maps it to find it.
Your phone buzzes a minute later.
The phone reads 10:14. You didn’t realize how long you took on your appearance for something you’re not even going to enjoy. You also zoned out the fact that you put on eyeshadow. You get up and walk to the bed, sliding the pajama pants off your body to the floor. You pull your shirt up off your torso and glide yourself into this silky, beautiful dress.
Next is the worst part. High heels. You grimace at the black spiked heels, knowing you’re not the best walking around in them.
“Fake it ‘til you make it, I guess”, you mumble as you pull the heels over your delicately soft feet. You spray a bit of perfume on and off you go out into the dark streets of Chicago. Your hands clenched into your smartphone, following maps down blocks of city sidewalks. A text pops up on your phone.
Jeff: Where are you? You’re late! :P
You smile softly at the semi-worried, semi-joking text as you hit the reply button.
You: Do you know how long it takes for me to look good?
You take a left, finding a brightly lit street of neon signs and loud human activity.
Jeff: Not very long. Getting the balls to come out? Probably about 3 ½ hours of crying and telling yourself you can “do this”. :D
You walk down the street, multiple men and women turn their heads to look at you as you strut passed them.
You: Eat me, Jeff.
Ahhh, The Underground. Finally finding the building as you quickly glance up to read the signs. You turn your phones screen off and push the door open to the night club. Instantly looking for your little party of Jeff and the gang. Multiple heads turn as your legs stride with your walk, checking you out from every angle.
Deans sitting with Jeff, along the likes of Alexa, Renee Young, and Seth. They’re around a little round table, pounding back shots of mid shelf tequila. The burn of the smooth alcohol twists everyones faces into indistinguishable looks of approval. Seths head comes back down, his eyes landing on you. Almost instantly he starts elbowing Jeff. Finally, he looks your way. He takes his swallow of alcohol in surprise before his mouth lays open, the sight of you sending his heart racing. He sways over to you, his tight blue jeans hugging his hips almost too perfectly.
“We started without ya”, ha places his hands on your bare shoulder, “buuutttt, we saved your shots”, his smile beams through the dark lighting of the venue, “you’re three behind”.
He takes your hand and walks with you over to the table, fully noticing that Seth can’t even say a word to you, let alone look at you.
Jeff chuckles, “Cat got your tongue?”
Seth shakes his head, “nah, (Y/N) does”. Bayley smacks him in the arm before laughing.
You take your first shot and instantly wince. Tequila. You wish someone would have told you, so you could have licked some salt. The burn trails down your throat. Before you know it, you’re six shots in, thirty minutes past midnight, laughing at Dean and Renee attempt drunken karaoke. Jeff struts over with another round of shots. As he reaches the table, he eyes you up and down before a light pink spreads across his face. He hands you another shot.
“What was that look for”, you ask, “impure thoughts?”
A grin cracks across his face, “very impure”. He places salt in between his thumb and forefinger. You shake your head and dust it off. “I have a better idea”.
You take the salt from his hand and smile your prettiest “almost beyond drunk” smile, then lick your thumb. You rub the wet thumb on your collar bone and pour salt on it as Jeff raises an eyebrow. You bat your eyelashes, “body shot”? He grins, almost evilly, before pressing his lips to your collar bone, sliding his wet tongue across it, before taking his shot and biting into a lime.
He brings his head to your ear, “your turn”. Jeff empties off the table before jumping onto it to sit, leaning back against the wall. You look him from head to toe, then back up, as he drunkenly pulls his white shirt tshirt up to his rib cage. He then mimics you, licking his finger, rubbing it right above his belt on his hip. He pours a little bit of salt, then hands you a lime and a shot. “Go ahead, princess.”
You smirk, cocking an eyebrow at him before slowly bending your head down to his belt. You slip finger underneath the hem of his pants and tug down slightly, before licking your tongue against his hip slow, as he bites his lip watching. Your head comes back up, to take the shot of tequila. That’s when he grabs your hands and leads you out to the dance floor as a bassy, dirty, EDM song comes on.
Before you can even blink, he’s got his arms wrapped around your hips under the darkened, strobe lit, and black light paint room, as you both begin to grind on each other. Your hips touch as he slides his hand down to the cut of your dress. When did this happen? Why is my heart going a million miles a minute? Your soaked hair pulls against your skin as he again brings his hands up from your hips to your waist, watching your lower body move against his. He spins you around, so your back is placed against his chest as you both continue to sway against each other, getting completely lost in one another’s bodies. He holds your hips so they stay connected to his, the bubble of your ass firmly pressed into the crotch of his jeans, which continue to get more strained every second.
He grabs your arm and whispers “I can’t handle it anymore”. You mouth back, “handle what?”
Not even ten minutes later, Jeff pushes you against your hotel room door, your mouths wrestling against each other for dominance as he scrambles to find the door key. You pull on his cotton tshirt, flicking your tongue against his lips as he nearly rips the key card from the pocket of his pants, forcefully shoving it in the slide, almost breaking the door off the hinges as he swings it open, pushing you both into the room.
He pulls his shirt off without any effort, dropping it to the floor before fumbling drunkenly with his belt. You grab his hands and pull them away, before placing your own hand on his green studded belt, pulling him towards the bed. You strip yourself of the dress with your empty hand, letting it fall to the floor as you lead him to the edge of the bed, pushing him down slowly as he sits on the edge.
You climb up behind him on the bed, pressing your breasts against his back, taking your hands and rubbing them down his shoulders, to his chest, and back up before reaching up and taking his hair of the bun it’s in, allowing his hair to fall against his shoulders. He stays quiet, quickly glancing over at you as you climb back down and place yourself on your knees in front of him. You run your hands from his knees to his belt buckle, his bulge fully straining against his pants, the imprint taking you by surprise. That’s gonna be more than a mouthful.
You undo the buckle, then work on the button and zipper, as he pushes up to allow you room to tug his pants down from his waist and off his body. You look back up at him as he begins to palm himself, the pressure from your tease barely controllable. You watch him for a couple seconds, noticing the wetness forming between your legs. You take the band of his briefs and slowly pull them down, exposing the thick, hard cock in front of your eyes.
As he helps you kick them off, you lap your tongue against the tip. Jeff lays his head back as he leans himself on his elbows. You watch him bite his lip as you fully surround the head of his cock inside your mouth, again licking your tongue around it. You hear a soft moan slip from between his lips. You slide your head father down his shaft as your face comes in contact with his lower body, fully engulfing him in your hot, wet mouth. You pull back and begin to do it again as you feel him twitch inside you. He pulls your hair slowly until he’s out of you, standing you up.
“As great as that felt, that’s not how I’m getting off when I’m with you”.
He stands up and pulls your panties down to the floor, his fingers leaving trails of fire as they run back up your body, before slowly laying you down against the bed, your legs still off of the mattress. His evil grin reappears, as he takes your legs in his hands, pushing them to your sides as he takes in the view of your body. It’s almost mesmerizing to him. He aligns the tip of his still hardened cock to your slick, hot entrance, before pushing the tip inside of you. He gives you no time to adjust as he buries himself inside you directly after. The high pitched, shaky moan you let out, instantly receives a growl from him. He begins to slowly pull out a little, before snapping back in hard, keeping your legs pinned to the bed. Your fingers grip the blanket.
He pulls out again, snapping back in harder, your moan getting louder. That’s when he begins thrusting at a bruisingly fast pace, feeling every inch of him fuck you into the mattress. The bed here’s every time he repeatedly buries his cock inside you, his own moans spilling out. His eyes lock with yours as you’re moaning out swear words, you turn your head to the side, clinching your eyes shut as pleasure completely starts taking over your body.
He scratches your thighs hard, “fuck”, he moans out, breathily. Your pussy begins to clinch around him, keeping yourself from exploding, Jeff puts a hand on the bed to keep himself from collapsing from it, continuing the bruising pace on you. The sweat soaks his hair, as he grinds his cock in you, your expletives getting louder against the blanket as your orgasm begins to take control of you. He knows what’s coming, and it’s you.
His devil grin forms against his lips as his thumb presses against your clit, tempting you to explode.
“You want to so bad, don’t you”, his words like fire from a dragons mouth, only pushing you closer, “my little (Y/N) wants to come, huh”?
Your head nods fast, biting your lip.
“Just how long have you wanted me to do this to you?”
Your head turns to him as your lust filled eyes sends him directly over the edge into his own orgasm.
“Mmmmfuck, (Y/N)”, he slowly rubs your clit in circles, allowing the coil to burst inside you, pulsing against his cock, before he agonizingly slowly pulls himself out of you, catching his breath. With the little bit of energy he has left, he picks you up bridal style and lays you under the blankets, wrapping your sweat soaked body against his own, placing fiery hot kisses along your shoulder and neck before you both drift off to sleep.
The next morning you wake up, and Jeff is already awake. He’s kept you close to him as you slept, watching your chest rise and fall as you breathe.
“We need to talk”, he mumbles.
Your heart starts racing with anxiety. Those four words only almost always means bad things are coming.
“Mmh, okay, what’s up”?, you rub your eyes, taking a moment.
“What happened last night…”, he pauses, your blood runs cold, “…I want that to keep happening”.
“I want that, between us, to keep happening”.
You look up at him, “can I ask a reason why”? His face turns red as he looks away from you. “(Y/N), I love you.”
The breath from your lungs escapes your mouth as you stare up at this messy haired, beautiful man. He looks away again, “I just know last night you were very drunk and I know you’d never have feelings for someone li-“
You instantly cut him off by placing your lips against his.
“Jeff, I love you too. I have since I met you”. Jeffs beautiful green eyes light up like neon signs, gripping you tight in his arms.
Summary: Frankly, this is just a filler, but full of info. Elide’s gone and Lorcan’s a whipped bitch, so what can a male do?
“Everything I’ve ever let go
has claw marks on it”
Elorcan Werewolf 3
Elide hated that she loved how Lorcan fit against her chest. His entire body was a furnace, warming not just her body in this night cold, but her heart as her mate. His muscular arms and broad shoulders engulfed her small frame, wrapping around her. Never had she felt so safe and content.
She wondered how many other females he had comforted.
Lorcan noticed her abrupt stiffness. “Mate,” he growled. “Mine.”
Elide slowly inched away him as far as she could in the seat. “You damaged the car.”
He pulled her towards his chest, growling softly. “You ran away from me, little mate.”
Little, her ass. If anything, he had felt so little he had to fuck half of the she-wolf population so his cock wouldn’t feel so little.
Rather than risk capital punishment, she settled for slapping his hard arm, which did more damage to her knuckle. “Maybe because someone was going to whip me again?”
The male’s eyes turned pitch dark at again. “Who hurt you.” A command.
Her attempts to push him off her lap failed. His hulking size covered half her seat and the emergency brake. Clearly he had done more damaging in his life than healing.
He let out a low, guttural noise, a sound that resounded to her very core.
“Who touched you.”
When Elide remained silent, his claws slid out, slashing against the seats. She swallowed. Hopefully Aelin wouldn’t be too pissed. She wouldn’t mind if her Alpha set this male in front of her on fire. Her pyro tendencies earned her the pack name right from the start.
Elide started up at the male that shadowed her. She felt zero attraction other than the desire to reject him. This male had no more claim on her than any other dirty one. If he had truly treasured the mate bond, then he would have never laid a hand on any other female.
But here she was, looking straight into the dark eyes of the Lycan who had laid with half of the she-wolf population.
Disgust rippled through her.
Lorcan took it the wrong way, and let out a fearsome roar. “Who hurt you.” His actions caused the entire car to, goddess forbid, shake. Elide let out a whimper as he gripped the glove box with unnecessary force, leaving an indent.
He must have realized the Elide was shaking with fear because he immediately fell silent. Slowly, he reached out to touch her cheek. Her traitorous hands reached up and cupped his palm.
A purring noise erupted from Lorcan’s throat. Stars above, she was barely touching him. Had not one of his past lovers ever shown him affection?
Lorcan’s eyes dropped as she stroked his hand.
“Elide,” he murmured.
That was the last straw for Elide. How many other female’s names had he cooed and how many other females had he seduced that was not her, his mate?
She ripped Lorcan’s hand away from her, and yanked the gear violently on drive. She ignored Lorcan’s bark of protest as she slammed on the pedal as hard as her tiny body could manage, and jerked the wheel to the left, watching in satisfaction as Lorcan’s body flew out the hole where the door would have been.
Serves him right for tearing apart the door. From a rutting camaro.
Elide didn’t look back and she pushed the car to its limits. It was time for plan B. Flipping open the sunglasses container, she pressed her thumb against a button along the rim. After a beep, a second set of controls appeared on her right.
Without a blink, she slammed her palm on the red button. A vapor mask instantly dropped from the ceiling, and Elide quickly tied it around her face. Seconds later, smoke of wolfs-bane flooded from the car and erupted in the surrounding air.
A howl of pain and longing pierced the air as the car speed away, and a piece of Elide ripped away as she felt Lorcan losing distance on her.
She didn’t blame the horrified glances directed her way as she pulled up the to hotel. She chose the most the most run-down looking one as so much to not rouse suspicion, but humans were curious things.
The valet worker stuttered out his greetings as Elide parked the now three-door car into an empty slot. She ripped the mask off her face and dropped it into a trash bin. He quickly opened the door for her as she stalked in towards the front.
“No luggage, miss?” the clerk said, eyeing her almost suspiciously.
The only baggage I’m carrying is my mate, she thought bitterly to herself.
Elide merely shook her head. “A room just for one night, is all.”
The clerk nervously entered the information into the computer. “I’m guessing you’re paying with cash.”
She pulled out the wad of bills she found stuffed from the glove container. The clerk’s eyes widened to saucers.
Great, she felt like an assassin completing her assignment, rewarded with none other than hard cash. She almost felt compelled to add to the clerk that she had about two knives shoved down each boot and that Aelin’s ruined camara itself was a weapon with a nuke in the trunk. Aelin never did anything by halves, and Elide supposed it had its perks.
The clerk eyed her grimy hands, and chipped nails. She wondered if he’d call the police for murder.
Well, you did just about reject our mate, running from him, her wolf scolded her. That’s as good as killing him.
Elide almost puked. Her wolf had long been absent ever since Vernon had chained her up.
He lost us as soon as he laid with the first female, Elide said firmly.
Her wolf had nothing to say after that.
The clerk took the bills quickly, and slid the key across the counter tops. He dismissed her with a quick glance, and before Elide headed up the stairs, she gave a quick glance back.
No one was on her tail.
She made it out.
A flood of relief poured through her. Lorcan couldn’t bother get her now in the human city. She belonged to no one without her permission, much less a higher force determining her chance of love.
The sound of the clerk loosing a dramatic sigh caught her attention. Elide turned around, watching with little amusement as he dabbed his head with a handkerchief.
I thought she was going to kill me!” he let out a tiny wail, fanning himself.
Good riddance, Elide thought to herself as she went up the stairs. Humans were so extra.
Elide couldn’t sleep. For once, no nightmares of her Uncle Vernon plagued her, nor the memory of pain and loneliness. No一she kept expecting the searing pain in her stomach that would occur whenever a mate cheated on his other significant other.
Surprisingly, none came.
Are you rutting alive? Manon blasted down the pack link. If Lorcan touched you in any way, I’ll chop off his tiny balls and feed it to the rats.
Aelin pitched in. Lorcan is sitting on his ass in your rutting room, waiting for you to return like a pathetic gods-damned dog.
Elide frowned. Why isn’t he going back to any of his female toys?
A pause. Then一
Maybe because you’re his mate? Aelin sighed.
Manon huffed. You don’t need a mate given by the moon goddess to determine love. If the boy loved you, he would have kept his cock in his pants and waited. I don’t care if he’s almost as old as I am by eons. If you love someone, you will wait an eternity.
Elide groaned into her pillow. What about Rowan?
Stop rutting setting the walls on fire! Manon roared, and Elide stifled laughter hearing Aelin’s protest. Rowan apparently hates Aelin as much as she does he. He thinks she’s too improper to be princess but Aelin keeps throwing into his face that he has consorts, another improper act. So they’re at a stalemate.
At least Aelin is loyal in every way, Elide said firmly. Please kick Lorcan out. I don’t want to see him when I get back.
This is what we have to talk to you about, Elide. Aelin let out a nervous sound Elide felt even through the bond. I think it’s best if you finish your medicinal studies in the human realm. If you come back, Lorcan will mark you. And then you can never escape him again.
Elide yanked the blankets off the bed. Are you kicking me out of the pack? Her heart beat faster. Stupid Lorcan for ruining her life. She wanted someone to love her without doubt, and make her feel like a queen not with materialistic things, but clear actions.
And Lorcan had already ruined that.
No, no. Aelin reassured her. Once you finish your studies, still see if you want Lorcan. Once you finish your studies, come back. Then decide if you want to reject Lorcan or accept him as your mate.
Elide looked out the window where glimpses of the sun’s rays were already rising. She had a future already planned out, one with hope and one without fear. She was no longer that naive girl that trusted and would give herself over wholeheartedly without a reason. Life in the dungeons of the Morath Pack taught her that. If that was even considered life.
Realizing that she wouldn’t be getting much sleep, she walked to the bathroom and splashed water on her face. Staring at her rugged reflection in mirror, she opened the pack link.
Relay the following message to Lorcan for me.
Lorcan had reached an all-time low. His once chance at happiness did not want to love him. He hated the Alpha bitch for feeding his precious, little mate Elide with barbed words for her to hate him even more. Then his gods-damned friend Rowan had to have his mate as none-other than the entitled bitch.
He felt the sympathy the others from the cadre shot down the bond. Gavriel had empathized with Lorcan the most.
Fenrhys, however, had been absolutely delighted. You have lost your charm! She probably finds another more manly than you! You and Rowan can chew on your own wolf dicks because now no one will want to!
Rowan had tackled Fenrhys, and Lorcan had tossed him out the window. Vaughan was wisely chosen to remain silent, merely shaking his head in distaste, and then went to the kitchen to search for food. Gavriel had mended Fenrhys’ shattered elbow.
Elide’s door banged open, and his heart soared.
And then sank.
The hybrid beta stalked him, snarling at him. “I am going to rip off your balls. And it’s not going to hurt you, because you’ve had other females touch your junior.”
“Junior?” Lorcan snarled.
The half-witch paced around the bed. “You don’t deserve her. None of you rutting Lycans do. Sticking your nasty stick wherever you can find a hole.”
It took all of Lorcan’s will to not crack Elide’s headboard. The audacity of this filth—
“Lycan’s urges are different from werewolves’, mutt. We have casual fucks because our Lycan side needs to be soothed that way if we don’t have a mate. You think we have a rutting choice? You think I like touching another female other than my little mate? Seek the moon goddess if you don’t believe me. You wouldn’t know only being half-Lycan.”
Manon cocked her head. “You better hope what you’re saying is true. Even then, you’re too late.”
He breathed in Elide’s scent permeating the room, calming down the murderous rage seeping through him. His Lycan side jerked around inside of him, demanding to cut off the half-witch’s tongue and hunt down his mate. Even if it broke down every law. “Too late for what?” he snapped.
“Elide’s gone to the mortal cities.” Lorcan’s heart stalled. He could not protect his mate within human infested cities lest he break Council laws. “So if you really want her, then you’re going to have to win her love not through the bond, but through love. And I don’t know how long she’s going to be there. It’s your move now, junior.”
Elide inspected the cottage. It was on the outskirts of the city, but close enough that no Lycan could trespass. The landlord had agreed for Elide to rent it out without a set date as soon as she accidentally spilled a pouch of money across the table.
The place was dimly lit with comfy looking furniture. She lit the fireplace, soaking in the warmth. Manon and Aelin had promised to keep her updated with any pack new from small to urgent. Sorscha had instructed her to seek out the Terrance Dome Hospital, where other immortal or supernatural creatures worked. If she managed to acquire a degree there, then she’d be ranked as a Healer without a doubt.
Sighing, Elide slid the couch along the floor. She’d focus on re-decorating tomorrow and have to buy some more knick-knacks to liven up the place.
A thud against the door had Elide palming a knife. She slowly crept to the door, and peeked through the door. Seeing no one there, she uncertainly opened the door. If Manon was playing a prank on her—
A bark had the knife sliding out of her hand.
Elide looked down.
Sitting on her front porch was a massive, midnight pelted dog wagging his enormous tail. A coo went through Elide’s throat before she could help it and the dog’s tongue lolled out. A thick collar wrapped around his neck, and Elide hesitantly reached out for it.
When she bent down, the brutish dog licked her palm eagerly, settling onto its hind legs. Elide turned the collar over, scratching the soft skin between his ears, reading the letters engraved onto the leather.
He’s spent the last twenty minutes watching and
waiting. His eyes moving to the door
each time it opens, each time providing him with a friend or family member but
not her. He’s smiled and waved, chatted
and talked and tried his damndest to be he his typical self but he can tell by
the looks he keeps getting from both his mom and Jeremy that his acting skills
are failing him now.
He knows he probably shouldn’t be expecting her to show
up. Not after yesterday. Not after she sat stiffly on his living room
couch, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she listened to Haley speak. She had been polite. She had been sweet and considerate. But then she had walked out of his door with
her gaze not even meeting his, with her smile slipped downward into a
She had provided him with the excuse that she wanted to go
by the hospital, that when she had talked to them the day before they had
mentioned some other patients she may want to visit. Since she planned to see Emily tomorrow, she
had said, maybe I should try to visit the others today. He knew it had been a lie. He could read it all over her face, in the
darkness of her eyes. She had provided
his mom with a hug and Haley with another shake of the hand before she fell to
her knees beside of Dodger and pulled him to her.
His heart had ached at the scene, at the bond that was so
apparent between his beloved dog and the woman he struggles to call his
friend. The bond even more apparent when
she rose up, Dodger looking up at her and moaning. She hadn’t even walked out the door and he
missed her. He understood, he had
thought. Then and now. He fully understood.
Pairing: Jon/ Reader//
Warnings: Smut, Cheesiness lol//
A/N: This was requested to be a more tame smut, so if you’re not into it, I’m sorry. Also, this is the completed version. The other one that was uploaded was a complete accident.
Being on tour with Jon was probably the best decision you had made in a while. Second to being his girlfriend, although, you were always labeled as cheesy if you said so. Currently, you were off to the side part of the stage watching him perform. You felt like crying at every song, so proud of him and so thankful for everything good that came his way. Throughout the night he would sing and point to you, smile, he always made you feel noticed. You couldn’t help but have the urge to let him have his way with you right then. Let’s be real. The way he was so energetic and sweaty, and muscular. You were getting hot just thinking about it. The end of the concert was nearing as he took a final bow and ran off stage, directly towards you. “Baby that was so good!” You say, wrapping your arms around his torso, and pulling him tightly against you. He hugs you back and pulls away slightly, kissing you gently. “Only because I had you to motivate me” he says, letting go but grabbing your hand and walking out of the venue. You get onto the bus behind him and sit on the couch, mindlessly on your phone while Jon talks to his crew. The bus finally pulls into the hotel and everyone piles out, you and Jon walking slower behind. His arm is draped over your shoulders and he’s leaned into your ear to whisper. “You know, you looked so pretty on the sides, cheering for me. Wouldn’t be bad to hear you say my name again” he says, the chills immediately running up and down your spine. Truth be told, every single time you two tried to have sex, something happened. Whether it was someone walking in, one of you wasn’t in the mood, or Jon got called away, whatever could happen, did. So that meant the entire year the two of you had been dating, there wasn’t any sex. You did the normal stuff, making out, pictures, dirty talk, but were always interrupted. Hearing him say that made you want to jump his bones right there, but you contained yourself. The two of you got your keys and headed up to your room. As soon as you got inside, the kissing began. It was hot, passionate, needy. He wanted you desperately and the feeling was mutual. He lead you over to the bed and picked you up, setting you back down on it. He took off your shirt and licked his lips, clearly enjoying the sight. He took off his own shirt before dipping his head down and kissing your neck and…the door flew open. “Oh, shit sorry” It was one of Jon’s friends. “My room got double booked so I just wanted to see if I could stay here, and you must have not heard the knocks, but the door was open and..” Jon stops him. “No, it’s okay. Of course you can stay” He says. You were suddenly fuming. Of course you wanted to be a good person and help him out with this, but you also just wanted to finally have sex. You roll over and decide to go to sleep. The next morning, there was a lot of sound checks going on, which is what woke you up. You found that you were on the bus with everyone, so they must’ve moved you without you noticing. “She’s alive. We really thought you might’ve died” The same friend from last night says. You laugh and pinch yourself. “Nope, guess I’m still here” you say. The day consisted of the sound checks, a lot of food, and just a good time with good people. The evening finally rolled around and it was time for Jon to get back on stage. His openers go, and they were great. You were on the side, as usual, and Jon was finally walking out as the crowd erupted with cheers, yours included. The second show was even better than the first. Every show seemed to make him more excited and energized for next, which was truly amazing to see. About halfway through his performance, it’s as if he was enlightened in some way. He runs off stage, and runs over to his opener, sending him back on. Everyone is visibly confused, even the opener was not sure what to do. Jon runs around to where you stood and grabbed your hand, running to God knows where. “Jon, what the hell are you doing? Where are we going?“ You ask. He doesn’t respond, but instead, he leads you to his dressing room, shutting the door behind you. He pushes you against it boxing you in with his hips. He puts one hand on the door beside you and locks the door with his other. “I need you” he says, ghosting over your lips. “I can’t just get interrupted again. Now is all we have, and I just…I need to touch you” he says pushing his hands under your shirt gently, rubbing along your midsection. You pull on the Hem of his shirt, indicating for you wanting to take it off. He complies and removes his hands, letting you pull it and off. You rub your hands along his torso, quickly attaching your lips to his. He picks you up by the back of your thighs, and you wrap them around him, letting him carry you over to the couch. He lays you down gently, hovering over you before laying gentle kisses along your neck and jawline. You sit up a bit to pull off your own shirt, and throw it over to join his. You also unclasp your bra as he begins to suck and nip gently at a spot on your neck. He unbuttons and slides down his pants, never taking his eyes off of you. He helps slide down your own pants, leaving you both just in underwear. “God, you’re so beautiful, sweetheart” he says, gently running his fingers along from your chest to the Hem of your panties. The sensation made you get goosebumps and your nipples to harden. For some reason, you were nervous about this. It was almost as if he could sense this, as he used one hand to cup your cheek while using the other to slide your underwear down your body. “You okay?” He asks. You nod and bite your lip as he starts to slide his own underwear down, revealing his length. He grabs a condom and rolls it over himself, and leans back down. He rubs himself along your folds slowly, softly, before gently sliding himself in. He was admittedly the biggest you’ve ever had. Jon could tell you needed to adjust to his size, so his thrusts were more slow and steady, letting you get used to it. After a minute, you were completely adjusted and everything he was doing felt amazing. It was better than you even expected. His hands slid up to your hips and gripped them gently, his thrusts becoming a bit faster. With every thrust, he was hitting deeper, diving into the hilt. He leans back down to kiss you, making everything much more passionate. His kiss was sloppy, as his thrusts were more important to him. He moves one hand to your breast, cupping and massaging, while his other hand moves between your bodies, rubbing figure eights into your clit. You start moaning louder and he pulls away, as if he wanted to hear it. “Baby, that feels so good, don’t stop” you say, encouraging him. He finally gets his rhythm down of rubbing and thrusting at the same time, and you know you’re coming close. You start to speak, but he cuts you off. “You don’t have to say it, I know. Just wait for me” he says, continuing everything he was doing. His thrusts have become harder, faster, sloppier and you can tell he’s almost there. You couldn’t wait any longer, so you finally released, yelling profanities and moans. As soon as you’re over your high, he finishes, riding out his own orgasm. “You really couldn’t wait?” He asks, slowly sliding out. He throws the condom away as you laugh at his comment. “Shut up. Now get back out there, finish your show, and we can go for round two” you say, kissing him gently as he smiles and runs back out onto stage after he’s dressed. “I’ll hold you to that”
Warning: None really. Not super romantic tbh. Cursing like one time
Summary: As per usual, everyone stays at a hotel during a
case, but when you try to check in the staff double booked a room so now you
have to share a room with Reid. One bed two agents.
It had been a painfully long day. You were working a case in
Colorado and the unsub was slipping farther and farther from everyone’s grasps.
Everyone was jumping down each other’s throats so Hotch decided to call it a
day and have everyone get at least one full night of sleep. Not that everyone
would manage to sleep.
The car was painfully quiet as Morgan and Reid got into it
and then Hotch stepped in. The three of them were testing each other’s limits
all day. For some reason this case was hitting home for everyone, and it didn’t
help that this was the teams’ third back to back case. You fought against the
urge to sleep the ride to the hotel, which thankfully was short.
You parked at the hotel and everyone slumped out of the
cars, grabbed their go-bags and went to the lobby to check in. JJ and Hotch talked
to the receptionist in hushed tones for what seemed like an hour. You sighed impatiently
and sat down on the cleaner of the two couches in the lobby which still had
more than enough questionable stains to make you groan. Rossi looked over to
you and followed suit, seemingly falling asleep in a matter of seconds. Reid
was already in a corner next to Prentiss, reading a book with a title in a
language you couldn’t understand. Morgan was pacing and clearly very tense. You
were about to tell him to relax and sit down when he snapped.
“What is the issue?”
He nearly yelled, stomping towards the help desk
“I am sorry sir but
it appears we only have 5 rooms.” The receptionist said, almost cowering away from
Morgan’s’ dominating stance
“There must be a mistake. I have 7 agents. There should’ve
been previous accommodations made” You could tell Hotch was trying to remain
calm but he was clearly irritated.
“I am sorry sir. I have checked multiple times.” The
receptionist nearly pleading with the intimidating agent
“There aren’t any more rooms available?” JJ asked remaining
“No I am sorry. I could refer you to one of our branch
“Guys come on” Prentiss stood up, clearly over it at this
point “It’s not a big deal two of us will just double up. JJ and I have one and
two other people will have the other.” She was already grabbing her bag, making
it clear she wasn’t asking.
You look around at the three men that had been fighting earlier,
understanding they would not be sharing. You made hopeful eyes at Rossi who was
now woken up, although you almost thought he was faking his sleep to avoid the
“As much as I would love to (Y/L/N), I’m a few too many
years old to be sharing. I need my rest. Alone.”
You sigh, annoyed at the situation and can’t censor yourself
from the stating what no one else is “Well since the three of you are clearly
not going to work out whatever it is you’ve been fighting about then I’ll have
to share with one of you. So you three can make that decision. I haven’t slept
in three days so please make it quick” You stated, harsher than you intended
but their bickering, your lack of sleep, and the son of a bitch unsub pushed
you over the point of politeness tonight.
The three of them exchanged glances, ending up with Hotch
and Morgan both starring at Reid, the near obvious choice since Hotch was more
near your father’s age than yours and Morgan was your friend but you were
closer to Reid than anyone on the team.
He sighed louder than you would have expected and said
With that everyone grabbed their bags, their room key cards,
and dragged themselves towards their rooms. Luckily yours and Reid’s was on the
first floor. You thought he would spout out some statistic about first floor
and fires hazards or murders or just general Reid things but he was quiet the
He unlocked the room with a swipe of the card and as you
walked in first, turning on the lights you sighed at the sight of a single
queen bed in the middle of the room.
You waited for Reid to see it too. “You’ve got to be kidding-
this can’t be right.” He turned to look at the door number and card number.
“It’s fine Spence. The bed is big enough. I’m tired and feel
like death. At this rate we’ll only have like 6 hours of sleep anyways. Just
please” You say turning to him, pleading with your eyes for him to just be fine
with it. “It’s just one night.”
Without a word he turns around, locks the door and sets his
stuff down. Examining the room, clearly displeased with the furniture that
looked like it was from last century. You knew he was about to tell you some
fact about bedbugs or bodily fluids found in hotel beds so you cut him off
“Okay so I’ll change out here and you can change in the
bathroom” you already state grabbing your sleepwear out of your bag, hoping
he’ll leave quickly so you can just go to sleep as soon as possible.
“Uh, uh yeah okay” He’s fumbling around more than usual but
you’re too tired to analyze it, already fighting your eyes to not close.
He moves to the bathroom and you quickly and haphazardly
remove your clothes, pondering for a second whether to take your bra off or
not, you decide to anyways, silently thanking yourself for bringing a baggy
shirt and sweat pants to wear instead of just a shirt. You immediately jump in
the bed when you hear the bathroom door creak open slightly
“Are you dressed?” Spencer asks shyly.
You stifle a laugh at his politeness and reply with a “Yeah,
He walks out with a Doctor Who, TARDIS shirt and thin grey
sweats. You chuckle at his shirt as you crawl into bed.
“What?” he asks, confused
“Just your shirt. It’s nothing bad. Sorry I’m just
delirious.” You sit up in the bed waiting for him to get in it but he just
shifts on his feet, next to the bed, looking uncomfortable.
“Look Spence, if you’re that uncomfortable with it, I can
sleep on the chair” You say jerking your head towards the sketchy looking chair
in the corner.
“No it’s not that it’s just. I don’t know. I’m sorry.” He
climbs into the bed, clearly trying his best not to touch you, even though you
are a good two feet away from him.
“No worries. Goodnight Spencer” You say, reaching over to
turn the lamp off on the nightstand next to you.
You lay down, shifting on the stiff mattress trying to get
comfortable, feeling Reid laying completely straight, as close to the edge of
the bed as he can get. You decide to let him deal with it and are starting to
doze off when he whispers
“Yeah?” You mask your slight irritation at his interruption
“In the lobby earlier…the way I acted when they said I had
to sleep- stay with you tonight. It was rude and I apologize. I hope I didn’t
hurt your feelings.”
You were shocked at his apology. Admittedly, you were
slightly wounded at his reaction but you didn’t take it to heart.
“No, no Spencer” you say gently as you turn over to look at
him, even though you can’t really make him out in the dark “You didn’t hurt my
feelings. I get it, it’s been a long day for everyone. I didn’t take it as an
insult but thank you for caring Reid, really” You smile at him, hoping he’ll
somehow sense it.
“Oh, okay good” he lets out a sigh of relief and you feel
like he smiled too.
You work up in the middle of the night, of course. You sigh
in frustration as you get up at walk to the bathroom to pee. You quickly return
to the bed taking note of Reid’s sleeping position; on his side, legs making
the figure four. He still had his glasses on which were now crooked on his face
and the book he was reading open, faced down next to his stomach. You padded
over to him, leaning over him you grab the book, remembering the page he left
it open on, even though you knew he would, and put it on the nightstand. You
then reach down, gently removing his glasses which causes him to stir slightly,
which you have to admit was pretty adorable.
Turning his book light off, you walk back to your side and
plop down with your back towards him, feeling your eyes grow heavy again. You
were about to drift off when you felt an arm run up the exposed small of your
back, making you halt your breathing as the hand reach over your hip to your
stomach. A chill went up your spine as you tried to grasp what was going on.
Before you could, the arm pulled you towards him, causing your entire body to
shift back a good foot and a half to feel the warmth of Spencer’s body against
He turned your head as much as you could to see if he was
awake but his eyes were closed and he was mumbling something incoherent.
You turned your head back around and as you did you felt his
head rest in the crook of your neck, tightening his grip around your body. You
didn’t know what to do. Normally you would love to cuddle with your friends and
you did, but this was definitely not platonic cuddling and he was asleep for
Christ’s sake. What if he was dreaming of Maeve? That nearly ruined him, you
were so scared to lose your best friend when her death shook the team to the
core. Loosing Spencer for that time was so hard for the team to cope with. You
nearly cried the day he came back to the team.
As you were trying to figure out what to do, you lost track
of time, he started mumbling again, this time you heard some words that didn’t
make complete sense but then he said your name. You hoped he would’ve said more
but he seemed to fall asleep again. You told yourself it was okay. Just
harmless cuddling with your friend.
You couldn’t help taking a moment to feel his body against
yours. Surprisingly strong and lean, curving around yours. You felt safe. It
felt natural. It felt like home. You shook the thought away and cursed at
yourself for allowing the idea to come to your head in the first place.
You slowly felt your body relax against his as your eyelids
forced themselves shut. You smiled feeling the warmth of Spencer Reid against
Spencer woke up before you at around 5. He always did. Like
clockwork. He woke up smelling something appealing and as he forced his eyes
open he woke to the sight of the back of your head, your (h/c) sprawled out
behind you, and against Reid’s face. As he pulled away he felt his arm wrapped
around you and his heart skipped a beat becoming aware of your two bodies
pressed together. He wanted to jump out of bed but was scared he would wake
you, not wanting you to know he had pulled you towards him last night, wanting
to feel the warmth of another person. He couldn’t help but take a second to
feel your smooth curves fitting almost perfectly to his body.
He cursed himself for thinking of you in that way. Not that
he hadn’t before but you were his best friend. He cherished you, you who helped
him when he felt completely broken over Maeve. You who reminded him to call his
mother even though you both knew he wouldn’t forget. Who got him presents every
chance you got and always things he would talk about even though he thought no
one was listening. But you always were. When he would uncontrollably go off on
a tangent he would look around to see everyone looking down, making an annoyed
face, rolling their eyes but yours was always looking right at him. He never
told you, truly, but he loved you. First as a friend but now he questioned his
true feelings and he peeled away from your sleeping body.
He turned the lamp on, grabbing
his clothes to change into for the day starting the coffee pot even though he
was sure it would taste awful. He took the time to look back over at you
sleeping. Your mouth hung open slightly, hair tousled and a mess, sprawled out.
He smiled at your beauty, even in sleep.
You woke to Spencer gently shaking your shoulder, standing
over you already dressed with coffee in hand.
“Hey (Y/N), it’s time to wake up. We have about an hour to
get back to the station”
You grumble and roll over. Making Reid laugh. You sigh and
practically roll out of bed, grabbing your entire bag and heading to the
bathroom. As you get dressed and apply simple makeup you hear Reid turn on the
TV in the room to the local news. Mumbling commentary at their anchors, no
doubt, complaining about their incorrect statements.
You walk out of the bathroom in your casual work clothes
ready for another day, but feeling a whole lot better than yesterday. As you
see Reid sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to the TV you recall last
night and a sudden blush goes to your cheeks as you hope that he didn’t wake up
with his arms around you and that it wouldn’t be awkward. But as he looks up at
you and smiles you know it’s still the same Reid as yesterday, still your
friend and your partner.
You walk over and sit down next to him on the bed as he
hands you a cup of coffee, just how you like it.
“Thanks. So what did they get wrong today?” You ask, sipping
your coffee, gesturing towards the local news anchors on TV
He smiles over at you “Where do
I even begin”
You two spend the next thirty minutes like that. You
drinking the coffee that was far from what coffee should be, but was getting
the job done, and Reid pointing out the fallacies of the news reports.
Then he pointed out it was time to head to back to meet the
team. You both gathered your bags and headed towards the lobby where you saw JJ
and Prentiss face timing Garcia at a table in the corner next to Rossi who too
busy enjoying his free centennial breakfast at the table next to them to pay
attention. And Hotch and Morgan were surprisingly talking and smiling. As you
two walked in you joined the girls at the table as Reid walked over to Hotch
They smiled at you as you walked up
“So did you two have fun last night?” Emily obviously
teasing you with a devious grin, causing JJ to giggle
“Wait. What?! Doll, what is Emily referring to?” Garcia
asked, clearly offended she was out of the know
You laugh at their games “Nothing Penelope. Me and Reid just
had to share a bed last night and-“
“What?!” all three of them simultaneously yell loud enough
for the entire team to glance at you
You shyly smile back at them, turning back to face the girls
“Shhh” you lean in and they follow, even Garcia gets closer to her screen.
“It’s no big deal. Nothing happened. We both knocked out and that was that” you
said. Trying to control your facial expressions.
“She’s lying” Emily said pointedly grinning at you and
“You think?” JJ smiled, playing along
“Wait turn the screen around, let me see her” Garcia said
with childlike impatience and excitement
They did as she asked and looked at you through the tablet
“Oh yes she’s definitely lying” Garcia said in a playful yet
“Oh whatever, you guys. I would obviously tell you if
something did but it didn’t okay?” You look at each of them, trying your best
to not crack.
“Do we believe her?” Garcia asked
“Hmmm. It is yet to be determined” Prentiss looked at you
trying to analyze your every feature
JJ laughed “Come on guys we got to get going. See you soon
“Keep me updated on pretty boy and pretty girls’ love
affair” Garcia quipped happily
“Will do Penelope” Prentiss
teased, grinning at you
“Goodbye my lovelies” Garcia
state before clicking off the screen.
“You guys are absolutely
ridiculous” You laughed as they playfully put their arms around you as you
walked out to the cars to be joined by the four men. They walked off as Spencer
approached you, making obvious eyes and silent kissing noises that made you
blushed and mouth curse words at them, which only caused them to laugh and duck
behind the car to put their bags in the trunk.
“Hey (y/n) what was that all
“Oh. What?” You asked very
“In the lobby earlier when you all
screamed” He slightly laughed, holding your eye contact
“Oh yeah that. Nothing. You know
them and Garcia, always messing around” You laugh nervously.
“Oh” he laughed “okay yeah. Here
let me get that” he said as he reached down towards you to grab your bag.
You tried to protest “No- Spence.
It’s fine really-” but he already grabbed it and was walking towards the trunk.
You felt everyone’s eyes on you
and sure enough as you turn around you see the rest of the team, leaning
against the other car, opposite you, with shit eating grins, and laughs. Morgan
silently cheering. You even saw Hotch crack a smile and slightly shake his head
at the way his team was acting.
You laugh with them as Reid walks
up next to you
“So are we going now?” he asks
looking only at you
“Yeah we’re on our way now” You
smile at his obliviousness and at your wonderfully lame team.