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prettytoxicrevolver · 3 years

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Acrylics | Headcanon

Requested? Nope

Warnings? None

CC's Included? Corpse Husband, Dream, Awesamdude, Wilbur Soot, Sapnap, BoomerNA, Punz, Quackity, Karl Jacobs

Word Count: 1,730

My first ever set of headcanons! Pls feel free to tell me if they suck or if you want more!! My requests are always open :)

Corpse

-you’ve had earrings for years now and didn’t think acrylics would mess you up

-you were definitely wrong

-you suddenly became notorious for dropping earring backs, losing them in the carpet, and fumbling around for minutes at a time

-corpse had noticed you had started to take longer and longer getting ready

-he knew you loved changing your earrings, matching them to your outfit, and making a whole outfit out of it

-and yet one morning you two were actually headed out to get breakfast together

-when you were taking a while he decides to check on you and see if you’re okay

-he walks into the room, watching you pout in frustration as you tried again to put in your earrings

-he can’t help the small smile on his lips that occurs, watching as you tried over and over to put the jewelry in your ear

-he walks over, placing his hands on your shoulders until they fall down over your hands

-“let me help”

-he takes the earrings out of your hands, nudging you to turn in his grip

-he brushes your hair back before focusing intently on putting the earring in

-he’s scared about hurting you but you’re too busy focusing on the butterflies in your stomach to even notice

-he fastens the earrings with ease and without a second thought he presses a kiss to your forehead before telling you to turn and look in the mirror and see if it’s okay

-you’re practically glowing and that alone make corpse smile

-from now on he puts your earrings in for you

Dream

-the minute you got your nails done you realized what a struggle opening cans was going to be

-you loved Redbull and soda and pretty much anything that came into a can so you were definitely struggling

-dream watches as you leverage the can tab with a knife and pop it open that way, an adoring smile on his lips

-he watches you do this for a while, finding the action absolutely adorable for whatever reason

-one day you head to the fridge and grab a can of Redbull and Dream takes it out of your hands instantly

-he pops it open without a word and hands it back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he walks away

-you stand in the cold air of the fridge for minutes afterward, struck at how such a perfect boy could notice something so minute about you

-he always opens cans for you now

Sam

-having a difficult time typing never even occurred to you when you got your nails done

-you figured you’d either find a way around it or use text to speech if it got really difficult

-and it did get really difficult

-you had a 10-page essay due and the idea of ripping your extremely expensive nails off had crossed your mind more than once

-when you’re on your third page and can’t type one word without a mistake you let out a muted scream before dropping your head onto the desk

-Sam who had been sitting in the room the whole time offers a concerned look

-he makes his way over to you, rubbing your back slowly

-“what’s wrong baby?”

-“these stupid nails keep messing me up,” you whine leaning your head into his chest

-he picks your hand up, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before nudging you out of the seat

-“what are you writing about?” he asks as you plop down onto the floor

-“what?”

-“what are you writing about? I can type it,”

-you swore you were about to get down on one knee and propose to him

-“uhm it’s about the similarities and differences of an older text and a newer text and why it’s fundamental to use both”

-“alright. tell me what I need to write next”

-you spent the next few hours telling Sam your plans and thoughts about the paper while he typed, your heart slamming appreciatively in your chest

Wilbur

-you had done pretty well with your hair after getting your nails done

-brushing it out, pulling it up, even twirling it around your fingers caused no issue and all ease

-however, when you see a TikTok tutorial of a girl pulling her hair up with butterfly clips this is when the trouble starts

-you sat in front of your bedroom mirror, twisting your hair and attempting to clip it in place, and proceeding to drop the clip over and over and over

-the frustration is unreal, and at one point you almost start crying in annoyance

-Wilbur walks into the room clueless and stops in his tracks immediately

-he kneels on the ground behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders

-you lean back into his touch and let it calm you as you drop the clips from your hands

-”what’s wrong my love?” he whispers calmly while pressing kisses to your head

-”I can’t get my hair right,” an unintentional whine coming out of your lips

-Wilbur reaches down to where the clips lay on the ground and gather them up

-”what do you want me to do?”

-you’re practically crying for a whole other reason now

-”i’m just trying to twist my hair up and pin it back” you explain

-wilbur watches you pull the hair back before opening the clip and securing it into place

-he smoothes down the hair as if he’s done it a million times and presses kisses to your head

-he’s the first person you call now when you need help with your hair

Sapnap

-okay you’ve never been great at opening sauce packets before

-but now that you got your nails done it’s downright impossible

-the first time you tried you swore it took you 30 minutes to even get it a little bit open

-so when you and Sap go to Chick fil A and sit down to eat you’re already groaning in annoyance as you pull out the chick fil a sauce packet

-Sap watches with amused eyes and a slight smirk as you struggle even getting the plastic between your fingers

-he grabs it from your hands without a word, tearing it open before placing it back in front of you

-every single time you go to a fast food place now he does it subconsciously whether you have acrylics on or not

-your heart aches a little every time he does it, nothing but love for the sweet boy before you

Boomer

-alright so you’ve never been a huge gamer in life

-sure you played the occasional game when you were younger or when your older brother needed help beating a level but that was about it

-when you met Boomer you realized how little you knew about video games, specifically minecraft

-while you never played the game you listened to Boomer tell you all about it and explain

-however when he started playing Halo in his free time that’s when you became interested

-your dad used to play the game 24/7 when you were younger, beating it a multitude of times on the old PC in the computer room

-and when he saw your interest piqued, he knew he had to teach you how to play valorant

-similar shooting games, right?

-you sat on his lap, his hands on top of yours as you try to work around having the longest fingernails ever and learn a new game

-you swear instead of you actually playing Boomer was doing all of the work

-it made your heart happy anyway

-you joked with him that when the fingernails come off you’ll beat his ass in valorant

-”Whatever you say my love” he assures pressing a kiss to your shoulder

Punz

-okay but opening jars normally is hard

-how the fuck were you supposed to open them with long ass fingernails on??

-you did probably the most ridiculous tips and tricks from TikTok to try and loosen the top of the jar

-nothing worked

-punz watched you amused day in and day out whenever you tried to open any jars

-some days he even let the jar loosen before hiding it back again and watching as you cheer excitedly, opening it on the first try

-one day you’re having a particularly hard time opening a jar, going as far as cursing in frustration over the opening

-punz walks over to you, pulling the jar from your hand and popping it open with ease you watch admirably

-you lean up and press a kiss to his cheek and he flushes underneath your touch

-now every time you have a jar you can’t open you’re right by Punz’s side pouting and holding out the food

Quackity

-obviously, Alex has always opened doors for you

-he’s even gone as far as smacking your hand away when you try to open a door for yourself

-and when you get your nails done? Forget about it

-he barely lets you lift a finger, not wanting for you to ruin your brand new manicure

-he’s seen you pull off quite a few nails by missing the door handle and hitting it a bit too hard

-there’s no way he’s gonna make you lose more

-”i’m going to work!” you yell out to Alex as you walk out the door

-he rushes in behind you unexpectedly and out towards your car

-he already has the door opened and is offering a big grin

-you lean up and press a kiss to his lips, your heart surging at the idea that you had gotten the best boyfriend in the world

Karl Jacobs

-kinda like typing, you never thought you’d have an issue writing stuff down with your nails on

-however, this time around you got your nails a little longer than usual and it was a struggle

-as you’re scribbling down a grocery list you mess up practically every other word in sloppy writing

-Karl tilts his head when he tries reading the list and smiles

-”baby let me write the list,” he whines the next time you go shopping

-you tell him everything you need and Karl writes it down in perfect hand writing, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he gets up

-you’ll never not be shocked when he does something so simple but precious

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jeoniius · 3 years

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Next Life | kth (m)

☆ summary: Although you and Taehyung didn’t believe in first and second lives, you both wished you’d find each other in the next life as you both looked at the sky that night.

☆ pairing: husband!tae x wife!reader

☆ genre: angst, smut.

☆ warning: sexual content, angst

☆ word count: 4k

☆a/n: Finally this is done. Thank you so much @jkiddingjeon for beta-ing the fic, it meant A LOT. I really love this fic and I hope you enjoy it too. ngl it's a pretty heartbreaking fic so get ready for some ANGST.

Love. Hate.

It’s always adjacent to each other. Something that’s always there when the other is present. It also changes people. How it makes people go from loving someone and being best friends with someone to trying everything they can to pull them down, to take them out.

You’d say you can relate to it. In more ways than one. You had seen your fair share of people going from loving them unconditionally to talking shit about them the next day. Divorce was one of them. All the promises and vows made of staying through health and sickness, through good and bad, thrown out of the window.

You thought of it as one of the most heartbreaking things and now you were here. Doing the exact thing as you watched the clock tick by, thinking of ways and excuses to get you out of this marriage. This marriage that ended everything. It hadn’t always been like this. No, you were in love. You were so madly in love that if anyone had told you you’d stand in this place today you’d not believe it.

You are still in love. So madly in love but the difference being you want it to end. Maybe that way you’d find each other again.

As time went by, you stood by the railing of your balcony. The bright light of the city shined underneath you as you thought Tomorrow would be it. The end of what once was seen as a beautiful love story by not only you but by many others. The final chapter.

Maybe love and hate stood adjacent to each other but you could never hate him.

And so you stood there, taking it all in, you thought about where it went wrong.

7 months ago

“I can’t believe you think that!” you shouted, hands up in the air as you walked back into the apartment, him following you behind.

“Well I wouldn’t if you kept your distance!” he said, raising his voice.

“Oh my god. One hug. It was one hug. And that too because he was leaving.”

“It didn’t look like one,” he argued back.

“Are you freaking kidding me right now? Nothing happened, you know that.” you said trying to calm yourself down.

“Stop trying to argue with me all the fucking time.” he bit back.

“Oh, I am arguing? You were the one who started it.” You took long strides towards him.

“You were the one who accused his wife of cheating although you have no proof whatsoever” you gritted through your teeth as your finger poked his chest.

He let out a loud groan as you run your hands through your hair. “You know what, Taehyung? You can stay here. I’m leaving.” and with that you grabbed your purse and keys and strode out the door, slamming it behind.

Kim Taehyung.

The love of your life. You met him in college. As cliché as it sounds, he was the heartthrob with his extremely good looks and his unbelievable flirting skills. You weren’t supposed to know him at all if you thought about it.

Your college held its annual fest, and you were the head of the management. You had stumbled across him when he had come to drop off some supplies instead of his best friend. You got into a small quarrel when he commented on how you were the head of the management when you were only a freshman and questioned your ability to pull the entire thing off when it was only three days from the fest and not even one percent of anything was done.

You got into a bet with him as you made him promise you that he’d treat you to something of your choice if you pulled it off. Nevertheless, you pulled the entire thing off within the next two days, proving him wrong. As a promise, he treated you to something really expensive(of course you had picked it) and then swore to never question your ability.

You started seeing more of him, with his surprise visits to your class (which usually ended up with girls surrounding you asking how you knew him) or him coming to your seat in the cafeteria just to give you some new juice he got for you. Sometimes he’d ask you to come to one of his basketball matches and then took you to dinner afterward.

You felt your heartbeat increasing every time you saw him or heard his name in fact, and before you knew it, you were confessing to him, putting your heart on the line.

The day you confessed, you ran out before he could even reply. Too scared to be rejected. But Taehyung did something you’d never expect. He brought you to an amusement park, took you to dinner, and then confessed to you with thousands of chocolate (literally).

You both had your fair share of arguments and then makeup sex. Mind-blowing sex to be exact.

Your relationship with Taehyung was built on trust. He’d be there waiting for you every time you came home late and vice versa. You’d be at all of his games. You’d go to every party, hang out with your friends.

Once he graduated, he’d wait to pick you up every day. Every day you’d go to your favorite café, with your friends, complete assignments and projects, argue about who won the last UNO game, girls vs boys.

He spent every hour with you when you struggled with your dream job and you did the same. When you finally did get the job, he asked you to marry him. You nodded then and there. Tears escaped, phone calls were made. Everyone came to the engagement party and then the wedding and you truly thought everything you ever wanted was there. Your family, your friends, his friends, him.

But what you didn’t know then was what followed after. Just like promises are made, they are broken. Trust is broken and the bond doesn’t stay.

The first two years were bliss. You went to Paris for your honeymoon and then to New York. Yes, New York for your honeymoon. You experienced the love in Paris and the rush in New York.

You spent most of the days in Paris, going to spots of attractions, enjoying the food in the café, walking around the streets drunk and completely in love, having late night sex, morning sex, just lots of sex to be exact.

But in New York, you spent your days going to Times Square, Bars, and Pubs had ‘the’ New York pizza and cheesecakes and hotdogs and whatnot. Went shopping and sightseeing. Roamed around the streets at night, met so many people.

You believed you had found what you had been looking for all your life. Someone to go to romantic dinners and the craziest parties with.

But what followed was something you didn’t think would happen. Every marriage has its ups and downs. You had to. But then it started.

Every party would become an excuse to start arguments, every late night at work would lead to assumptions. At first, you thought it would be fine. Talking would help, it was always the key for the both of you but lately, every time you spoke or tried to solve the issues, it would end in huge fights, sometimes followed by sex, or even if not sex, you’d stop talking to each other and then one day pretend nothing happened.

Although in heels you walked around the park near your apartment. ‘It will be fine’ you told yourself as you tried not to break down. Deciding it would not be a good idea to go anywhere at that hour, you sat by a bench.

The cold wind hit you as a shiver ran down your body, the thin wine slip dress doing nothing to stop it. The screen of your phone lit up as you saw multiple texts from Taehyung. A part of you was happy that he cared enough to text you. You clicked on his profile as a series of texts came up.

Tae: where are you?

Tae: come on Y/N, don’t be stupid.

Tae: it’s really late. where the fuck are you?

Tae: baby, you’re scaring me.

Sighing you got up and made your way out of the park. Since you lived in a complex, it didn’t take you too long to walk. As you opened the keys, you saw Taehyung pacing around the living room. “Where are my keys?” he muttered to himself, not noticing your presence.

A clinking sound made Taehyung look up as the keys hit the ceramic bowl on the kitchen top. “Where were you?” he asked, trying to control his anger. You didn’t answer him as you took off the heels, internally sighing when the cold floor hit your barefoot. “Are you seriously gonna ignore me? I asked where the fuck were you?” he pulled you by your wrists stopping you from going further. “Don’t do this.” you gritted through your teeth as you harshly pulled away before going inside your shared bedroom.

You slipped out of the dress and you got inside the shower, the hot water touching your skin as you stood there. No matter how much you tried not to think about it, you always went back. Where did it go wrong?

You changed into shorts and one of Taehyung’s oversized shirts as it reached mid-thigh. Getting inside the covers, you relaxed, the cool sensation of your bedsheet and covers calming you somehow as you turned towards the glass wall.

You heard a sigh as Taehyung got inside the room. He got inside the covers and stared at your back as you tried to keep calm. You felt an arm wrap around your waist as he pulled you closer, back colliding with his chest, nuzzling his face at the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” his voice came muffled as you felt the vibrations on your neck.

“I really am.” he said, taking a deep breath pulling you closer if that was possible. You sighed, turning to him.

“I felt really cheap, you know” you said, hands reaching to cup his face. “I’m so sorry baby.” he sighed, closing his eyes as you ran your hand through his hair. “I know.”

He pressed a kiss on your lips as you pulled him closer, hands wrapping around his neck. You sighed into the kiss as his lips trailed down towards your collarbone, sucking and nipping then. Soon enough he was inside you as he went on an animalistic pace. “Do you think he can fuck you like this?” he growled. You ignored him as you knew you were close, focusing on your climax. You came within the next few minutes as he rubbed your clit while thrusting.

Later on, he lapped up the spilled contents lazily as you screamed his name, your cries stroking his ego.

He wrapped an arm around your naked waist as he fell asleep on his stomach, head on your chest, legs tangled over your naked ones. You stroked his hair as you stared at the ceiling, his words ringing in your ear ‘Do you think he can fuck you like this?’

A small realization crept inside your head. He was never gonna trust you.

He stirred in his sleep, pulling you closer, he pressed an open-mouth kiss above the swell of your breast in his sleep. Releasing a long sigh, you kissed his head, quickly pushing the thought aside.

That was the first mistake.

“I love you so much,” you said.

You pulled the robe over your body tightly, a coffee cup in your hand. Picking up your phone you looked at the time. 3:08 am it read. The city still buzzed with life. The cold breeze hit your face soothingly as you closed your eyes. Only if you had done something before, things wouldn’t have gone wrong.

4 months ago

Your phone buzzed as you frustratedly rubbed your face. You dreaded picking up the call, not wanting to have to shout again. Things had been gradually worsening between you and Taehyung. Late-night fights, coming home drunk, not talking to each other for weeks had become a common thing nowadays and no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many times you both tried to co-operate, you didn’t seem to escape it.

“You should talk to him.” Ae-ra said, handing you a cup of tea.

Tea.

You never liked tea. You were more of a coffee person. You preferred the rush, the adrenaline. But nowadays, you were tired. Tired of doing the same thing over and over again. Having the same quarrels and fights over and over again. Tea seemed to calm you.

“And then what? Get into another fight?”

“You know what I mean, babe.” She said as she rubbed your arm soothingly.

“Maybe later. I cannot deal with him now.” you sipped on the cup.

What you didn’t know was that “later” would come that fast. You went back to your apartment to get more of your clothes. You planned on going at night, when he was most probably out with his friends or whoever kept him busy nowadays. But to your surprise, he was there.

You opened the main door, using the key you had with you to meet with his laying figure on the couch. His head shot up at the sound of the door, eyes meeting each other. He looked drained, hair messy and bags under his eyes. You cursed under your breath, debating if you should just go back to Ae-ra’s place and come later for your clothes.

“Look who’s here.” he scoffed as he got up from the couch.

Deciding on the former, you walked past him without taking another glance, into your shared bedroom. Taking a bag out, you shoved as many clothes as possible wanting to stay away from this mess. “Are you gonna ignore me now?” you heard him as he entered the room.

You zipped up the chain as you walked towards the door wanting to leave. He grabbed your hand before you could go any further. He felt so scared when he saw you packing your stuff, so much that it suffocated him. “Fucking answer me.” his voice raised as he stared at you.

Taehyung’s eyes softened as he saw the dry tears on your cheeks and he wanted nothing more than to pull you close and never let go. To talk to you and tell you it would be fine, that you would figure it out together.

As he saw your tired eyes, glossy as you tried to keep your composure, he wanted to kiss you so badly and keep you tucked away from every bad thing; ever, even himself if he was bad for you.

And maybe he would have done that. Hugged you and kissed you. Kept you in his arms if you didn’t start talking.

“Leave me the fuck alone.” you pulled away harshly. “You know what? Yes, I am ignoring you and gladly will.”

“What is wrong with you? You cannot just come and go like that.” he said, hands gesturing to your bag.

“I can and I will. You cannot stop me” you clarified.

“ Yes, I can. I am your husband for god’s sake.” a frustrated tone laced his words.

“Husband?” you scoffed. “When were you a good husband? Where did this go when I stayed up till dawn every day waiting for you?”

“You know how hectic things have been at work.” he looked at you knowingly.

“That doesn’t mean you’d stop spending time with me!” you yelled.

You knew you were being unreasonable. Things really were hectic at work for him. But you couldn’t help but feel lonely when you came home after a long day to an empty and cold apartment and then stayed up every day almost all night for your husband. You felt so neglected when he’d come home and go to sleep straight away without saying anything.

All the doubts about your marriage slowly were coming true and you wanted nothing more than to prove it wrong. But talking about it led to arguments with Taehyung. So you decided to stay away from home, so that you didn’t have to think about it, to begin with.

That was the second mistake.

“You are going nowhere.” Taehyung took the bag from your hand and walked towards the bed. “You’ll stay at home.”

“Home?” a humorless chuckle left your throat. “I will go anywhere I want, but home.”

“I mean it Y/N. Stop acting like a kid. Go wash up and come to bed.” he sighed.

“I’m not staying” you concluded, ready to leave your stuff behind as you turned.

You felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist as he stuffed his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder. A tear left your eyes, followed by streams, and for some reason, your heart broke, it felt like he was pulling you apart from inside.

You felt his warm breath as he mumbled something. He pressed you towards him as you silently cried.

Later that night, as he fucked you slowly, something different than his usual dominating aura, your heart ached, but you couldn’t pinpoint why. He kissed you ever so passionately, that you cried.

Something told you that it would be over soon, so you hugged him as close as you could when he slept. You cried as he hugged you in his sleep like you would go away if he didn’t have you in his arms.

“I love you so much,” he mumbled in his sleep.

That’s when you realized how bad the entire situation was. How bad you were for him just like he was for you. How bad this marriage was.

And what followed after confirmed everything you ever doubted.

2 months ago

“You think I didn’t see you?” you yelled.

“What are you talking about?” he looked curious.

“Oh sure, play the good guy, make me look bad, why don’t you?” you scoffed.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” he repeated. “How would you? You thought you were good enough to keep it away from me.” you said. His eyebrows crashed as he tried to understand. “I saw you with her. Maybe that’s why you were always late. You were too busy fucking her.” a bitterness stayed in your mouth. “Are you kidding me?” he said as he raked his fingers through his hair.

“You are accusing me of cheating, Y/N? You?” he scoffed. “Don’t think I forgot about the party.”

“Oh my god. You were never going to believe me, were you?” you looked at him with a glint in your eyes.

“You are being paranoid Y/N,” he said calmly.

“You know what? Maybe I will go to him. The guy you accused me of cheating. Maybe I will let him fuck me. Clear all your doubts and make it true!” you were screaming now.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, voice so calm maybe you would have been scared if you were thinking straight.

“Neither can I.” you said as you walked out of the house.

The next day when you woke up, you felt bad for yelling at him. So you decided to go back and talk to him. And maybe you would have if fate didn’t have anything else planned.

As you walked into the house, you saw a man sitting on your couch, Taehyung at his side as paper lay in front of him. The man looked at you briefly before turning back to Taehyung. “Thank you for coming on such short notice, Mr. Lee.” he said as he shook hands with the man. The man nodded.

Before leaving, he looked at you, “See you in court.”

You furrowed your brows before realization hit you. “Tae, what did he mean by that?”

He kept quiet as he gathered the papers. “Baby, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” you tried again. Taehyung got up as he handed you the papers, then went to the bedroom. You stared at them as you couldn’t process anything.

You cannot get divorced. You cannot live without him.

You walked inside the room as you saw him looking out. “Tae, we can talk, right? You don’t mean this.” your voice shook.

Walking up to him you wrapped your arms around his, face buried in his back as you mumbled “This is a joke, right?”

You heard his sigh before he turned to you, eyes glossy. “We can’t keep doing this.”

“We won’t. We’ll figure it out. We don’t have to do this.” you went on.

“Y/N-”

“No, no, you don’t understand. You are out of your mind. We can’t get divorced.”

“I’m sorry, but I cannot do this anymore.” he said,

You looked at him. “Why are you saying it as if it is all my fault?”

“I don’t mean that.”

“You absolutely mean that. Your face says it all.” you gestured toward him. “Oh. You really are gonna do this?” you said as he rubbed his face.

“Well, fuck you, Kim Taehyung. You can do whatever you want. You can blame me all you want but you and I both know the minute I walk out, you are going to regret this.”

“You can keep going for my heart and put all this on me, but you will miss me to your bone the minute this is over.” you said as you stormed off.

That night, you went back to Ae-ra’s place. You screamed at the sky pretending it was him while he stayed awake that night as he looked at the sky. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I love you so much” he said, tears freely falling.

It really was over. All your doubts came true. Your marriage ended. Maybe it was for the better. ‘You’re being paranoid’ he said. He was right. You became paranoid.

You wiped the single tear and looked at the sky, soft light spread across as the birds sang. 5:00 am

You picked out the attire you were going to wear to the court. Your phone buzzed as you picked it up. It was Ae-ra. It’s gonna be okay. You’ll get through it. she said.

You went to the court that day. You watched him as he entered the room, a black tux hugging his frame. He had become more buff than he was the last time you saw him two months ago. As he ran his fingers through his hair, his shoulder blades flexed. The same shoulder blades that had your nail marks reminding the night before from every morning you’ve spent together. You smiled at that memory.

Soon the judge walked in and the process went on.

At one point in your relationship with him, assuming was something you both picked up. Long gone was the trust which was the key in your relationship. Maybe it was for the better. You both were paranoid; assumptions feeding more into it.

But what you both gradually became, was bad for each other. Not at the beginning of your relationship, but somewhere in the middle, it went out of hand. Maybe if you spoke to each other more, maybe if you hadn’t pushed your thoughts the first day it came, then maybe you wouldn’t be here. But everything happens for a reason.

Kim Taehyung was the heartthrob of the campus. Kim Taehyung was the first person you confessed you loved. He was the first person who heard ‘I love you’ from you. He was your first love.

As the saying goes, some people are in our lives, just to teach us a lesson. Good and Bad. Kim Taehyung was that for you. You were still in love with him. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and yours did. You loved him more than you did before. And so maybe letting him go was easy. You were bad for him and he was bad for you. But that didn’t stop you from loving him.

And that didn’t stop him from loving you as you sat at the courthouse, as he looked at your face when it was over, as he lay in his bed alone that night.

Maybe you weren’t meant to be. Or maybe you were, but you didn’t know-how. But it was fine. And maybe as time goes by, it would hurt less.

Although you and Taehyung didn’t believe in first and second lives, you both wished you’d find each other in the next life as you both looked at the sky that night.

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changlix-mp4 · 3 years

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skz reaction to you being needy

(with scenarios)

genre : suggestive ,, fluff uwu

warning : use of petnames , suggestive , slight dry humping, slight make out? , playful behaviour teasing , whiny reader, shy reader (depends in some)

❁ reactions with scenarios

❁ A/N : I feel like some are out of context , but I hope you’ll like it tho ,, please don’t mind the many mistakes :(

❁ Feedbacks are very welcomed ♡ let me know which one is your fav :)

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• Chan : I think my boy will find it a bit funny and cute at the same time,, at the way you’re whining and all. He’ll of course help you ;) (the loml) ♡

You were sat on the couch staring at your husband working. His beautiful fingers typing on the keyboard of his laptop rapidly. His bottom lip caughed between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed, totally immersed into whatever he was doing. He was so handsome you couldn't resist him. When he tapped his finger on his kissable plump lips it was the last straw. You got up from your spot walking to him. He looked up smiling at you "hi baby" , you put your hands on his shoulders straddling him. Chan's hands instinctively came to your hips. You buried your head in the crook of his neck starting sucking lightly on the sensitive skin. Chan groaned caressing your sides "what's up babygirl?" he chuckled when he felt your hands on his belt trying to unbuckle it quickly. "I need you" you whined. He cupped your cheek softly "Can I finish-" you pouted playing with the collar of his black shirt "please Chan" you whined again, fingers toying with the bottons already unbuttoning them " I really really need you" you bite your lip grinding on his crotch , looking at his veiny hands "right. now" imagining how they would look all over your bare skin . "pleaseee" you pleaded desperately as you gripped on his bicep. Chan looked at you quiet surprise at how needy you were. It was kind of funny how you acted but you were just so cute sitting on him, all whiny for him. He sighed before getting up with you in his arms "ok babygirl , you asked for it. Everything for my princess" he smirked before kissing you walking to your bedroom. This night was a busy one ;)

( I’m a sucker for husband Chan sorry )

• Lee Know : I think Minho will tease you asf. He will make you needier and beg for him , evil boy #1 ♡

You were in the kitchen trying to find something to eat until Minho entered the living room and sat on the couch. Just his presence can intimidated you. He does the bare minimum and can turn you on easily. Minho was bouncing his leg unconsciously as he was on the phone talking with Jisung. Your legs turned into jelly as you gripped on the kitchen counter to steady yourself. Boy just breathing and you're weak. His thighs were your weakness, they were so muscular , firm just .. wow. He suddenly looked at you smilling , you stopped breathing for a moment before smilling back. Lord why I am like this ? you thought. He kept on doing that for minutes and it drove you crazy . You moaned unintentionally as you thought of riding his thighs. " ok I'm done" you muttered to yourself desperately. You walked over to him sitting on one of his well-built thigh. He looked at you confused before smirking when he realized that you were horny. The pressure of his strong muscle against your throbbing clit made you whimper. Minho hung up and rested his body back on the couch "is my kitten horny?" he said teasingly. You nodded shyly looking away embarrassed. He laughed turning your flustered face to look at him. Glancing at your position on his thigh, he smirked "do I turn you on baby? Do my thighs make you horny?" he whispered playfully. No answer. Minho bounced his leg making you lose your balance and fell onto his chest. "tell me what you want? want to ride my thigh kitten?" he bite your earlobe. A weak "yes" left your throat as hummed, his hands behind his head. "beg for it" he said before bouncing his leg again. You moaned the pleasure and your needs getting unbearable. "p-please Minho". He smiled mischievously "c'mon baby, tell me. Tell me you want to ride my thigh . Say it hm . Beg for it" he purred looking down at your needy figure "please I need you.. I want t-to ride your thigh" he laughed flexing his muscle when you sobbed quietly. "I didn't hear you. Can you repeat my dear?" teasing dripping from his tongue.

• Changbin : He’ll get a bit needy and shy shy shy . Just by the way you whine , makes him whine too ( ugh binnie’s whines tho <3 ) ,, he won’t tease you at all ( uwu my baby ♡ )

You and Changbin were coming back home from a little walk at the park,, when you entered your living room you tripped over Changbin's bag that was on the floor. Changbin immediately ran to you, helping you standing up, one of your hand went to his shoulder the other one grabbed his bicep. The way it flexed under your palm when he helped you up made you froze on your spot . "y/n you're ok?" he asked caressing your hair. "baby are you ok?" he asked again cupping your cheeks. You squeezed his bicep eyes focused on the hard muscle "your.. you're .. I mean" you stammered. His arms were so big , so muscular.. you knew it already but you never really focused on them. You just wanted to touch them and grip on them like when you- "Binnie , I want you" you suddenly whined. Changbin released a breath he didn’t know he was holding "your- you look so good" you whispered shyly. His heart stopped, the compliment turning his cheeks red. How can something so "normal" affect you this way? Were you crazy? "babe" you whined pulling him by his shirt. Changbin whined as you played with the hem of it. "I need you" you pouted grabbing his hands putting them on your waist craving to feel his hands on your body " shit I need you too" he whined throwing his head back. "C'mere baby" he tapped your thigh signalling you to jump. You eyes didn't miss the way his shirt hugged his bicep tighter. Changbin whined again "stop looking at my arms" he hid his face into the crook of your neck leaving little pecks on the soft skin.

• Hyunjin : Like Minho , he will tease you. But not as much as him. I think he’d be surprised . He’ll smirk and chuckle at you , before giving you the attention you’re craving for ♡

Hyunjin ran his long fingers into his soft locks pushing them back , tying them. He bite his plump lip concentrated while doing so. He's so hot. Just by tying his long black hair. yes. His hair looked so beautiful , soft as silk.. you just wanted to play with them , caress them feeling the texture.. pull on them. You spaced out, many thoughts running through your mind.. your eyes started cascading to his beautiful lips imagining biting on them , then to his neck marked with hickeys , then his collarbones , eyes travelling down his muscular thighs.. he was just so perfect. Your mouth ajar, you could had swore you were drooling over him . Hyunjin snapped his fingers in front of your face pushing you out of your "interesting" thoughts "hey pretty one, did you hear me?" you shaked your head. "well I asked what ya’ want to watch?" how can someone be so pretty? His eyes , his nose , his cheek, his mole under his eye (...) "ok” He sighed "hello .. y/n. You spaced out again? What’s going on? What are you daydreaming about? Is something wrong? tell me baby" he said concerned. " I want you" you trailed off . "huh?" he asked taken aback not sure about what you say . "you heard me Hyunjin" you whined looking away. "say it again princess" he smilled teasingly "I want you" you breathed out. He chuckled " hm that's why you weren't listening to me huh . You were having weird thoughts about me" he smirked playfully "weird thoughts? what? shut up" you slapped his arm before pushing stands of hair out of his face. "Come here" Hyunjin pulled you closer by your waist as he bent down to kiss you slowly his hand cupping your cheek the other one resting on your thigh. Your hand flew to his silky hair, pulling at them slightly making him moan.

• Jisung : Boy will get a bit cheesy because he knows he is the reason why you’re needy? Will tease you a bit. He’ll be all over you the second after ♡

Han was talking with Chan and Changbin about the new song they were working on. He was sitting on the desk, one hand holding his ice americano the other one resting on his thigh. You couldn't looked away, he was just so cool today. His red beat headphone hanging around his neck, his red supreme headband, his not-so-oversized black hoodie, black ripped jean.. e-boy Jisung was your weakness ( everyone's weakness). “I think it can work" Chan announced as Changbin nodded. "Ok then, I’ll do that and we’ll see about it tomorrow" Jisung replied. Chan and Changbin waved at you before walking out the studio. Jisung stretched his arms , arching his sore back due to the way he stayed for minutes. Was he doing it on purpose you thought. Because damn the way he threw his head back made you gulped. He looked at you coming in your direction, crouching in front of you " I’ll have to stay a bit longer, if you wanna go home to-" — "no no , I’ll stay with you" you replied right away making him chuckle. “As you wish sweetheart" he kissed your lips softly making you whimper closing your eyes shut. That was so embarrassing , you just wanted to disappear engulfed into the couch as Jisung looked up at you his eyes wide open. "baby" he started resting his hands on your thighs . You bite your lips, breathing a bit heavily, just feeling his hands on your skin turned you on , how was this possible? He got the hint laughing at you "what’s so funny ugly frog?" you rolled your eyes. "are you.. horny?" his beautiful teeth making their appearance . "no! I’m not... you just look good today.. that’s all" you sighed looking at his fingers drawing little patterns on your thigh. You saying that boosted his ego “so .. I’m so hot it turns you on huh?" you glared at him . You stayed silent making him smirk knowing he was right "aw baby" he purred hand caressing your arm slowly. This bitch was teasing . " let your handsome and sexy boyfriend take care of you" he said before getting up taking your hands in the process to make you stand up too . He pushed you closer to him by your waist, kissing your cheek "are you always turn-on when I’m with you?" Jisung smirked his lips ghosting over yours "shut up idiot". He smiled kissing you passionately, his kisses travelling to your neck making you moan . “You must feel lucky to have such a good-looking boyfriend huh?" He muttered against your skin "oh fuck off" you pushed him away ready to leave, cheeks burning . "Don’t be like that, I’m kidding . Come here love" he hugged you, his hand finding its place on your lower back. "Let me make it up to you". Jisung whispered playing with the hem of your hoodie.

• Felix : Lixie , Sunshine , will somehow find you cute and will do anything to help you ( my cute baby <3 ) ,, He’ll give you so much love uwu ♡

Felix was baking, his delicious brownies smelling heavenly. He was so breathtaking as you admire him from your sit. A bit of chocolate on his cheek, flour on his chin .. he looked so hot yet adorable. You smiled like an idiot at your boyfriend. One of the spoon fell on the floor so you rushed to pick it up and put in the sink. "thanks baby" he said kissing your cheek. He blessed you with one of his precious smiles, eyes forming little crescents. His small hand went to grab a dishcloth, his fingers adorned with rings made you feel some type of ways. Your eyes stayed glued on them- "want to taste one?" he asked "t-taste what?" you gulped "one of the brownies?" He looked at your flustered face. "Of course!” you replied excited. Even if you were mesmerized by his fingers, his brownies were something you can’t get enough. You were practically drooling just by looking at them. Felix chuckled before grabbing one to feed you. You opened your mouth before biting on it, your lips grazing around his finger. Your cheeks started heating up "sooooo?" he asked excited. "de-li-cious!! Like always" you hummed. He smiled proudly "thank you baby”. He turned back to the brownies putting some in a box for Changbin. his hands.his fingers.his hands.his fingers.. Felix took one of the brownies to eat. When he turned to you again, you laughed "what?what is it?" he asked confused before laughing with you. "You've got chocolate on your nose and lips" you smiled before laughing again. First of all , how is it possible to eat brownies and get chocolate on your nose? anyway , he was so cute. He laughed before coming to you "clean it for me?" he said cutely resting his flour-covered-hands on your waist. You were about to grab a napkin to wipe the chocolate off his lips , when he bent down. Felix just wanted to be closer so you can wipe it easily but you got a different message . You stopped moving, not knowing what to do, his lips looked so kissable , soft and right now so sweet. And his pretty hands on your waist - lord he is your weakness. Without thinking , you attached your lips to his, surprising him, tasting the chocolate as you lightly suck on it. You moaned into the kiss. You pulled him closer trying to feel his body on yours, one hand cupping his cheek the other one fingers tangled in his hair. You were on fire, you just wanted him. Wanted to feel his lips, his touches all over your body, the cold rings on your skin making goosebumps raise on your skin.. that's what you wanted. You wanted all of him. Felix embraced you into his arms, arms hugging you tightly. You pulled away to catch your breath admiring his little freckles as he smiled at you. Your cheeks started heating up when you realized your bold action, but it wasn't your fault. He was just so tempting. " I want you" you whispered looking down embarrassed "you have me" he whispered back as he caress your hair gently. "like.. you know.." you trailed out "I know honey" he kissed your temple, you were too cute for him right now, his heart flustered "c'mere, let me love you" he sweetly said before hugging you, enveloping your lips into a loving kiss.

• Seungmin : He will make you wait for a long time . Acts like he’s not affected by you , evil boy #2 ♡

Seungmin was practicing his vocal, his singing was so good. Everytime he sings, it felt like you’re listening to an angel. He was so cute, his hair messy, casual clothes on .. he looked so fluffy you just wanted to hug him. You didn't know what happened but when you heard his deep voice.. you stopped breathing. What? Seungmin wanted to change a bit to see and try to sing in a deeper voice. You'd never heard that sound before but you wanted , needed to hear it again. You stared at him fascinated , you probably looked weird and dumb but yea. He furrowed his eyebrows reading the lyrics again and again. When he started singing again and his voice got deeper, your mouth fell open, throat getting dry.. that was so hot. You ears just had one of the best eargasm they ever had (lmao). You released the breath you were holding heavily , getting his attention "so? what do you think? It’s not deeper than Felix’s but i tried" he joked. "you sounded so fucking hot" you said out loud without thinking. Seungmin eyes widened, surprised by your bold comment. "I mean no- no yes hm I meant it was great .. yea it was great!" You tried not to be awkward but guess you failed . He laughed loudly when he looked at you embarrassed face. Why? So much hate tf . Well, hearing his deep voice sent butterflies into your lower stomach.. it affected you so much that just thinking about it made you whimpered. Thinking about hearing those sounds again when you guys are- *wink wink* . You stayed quiet for a moment feeling the wetness starting forming down there when he wrote some note on his sheets. Seungmin noticed the way you were rubbing your thighs and playing with your fingers. He just smirked “you good there baby?" He asked teasingly. You knew he was doing this on purpose. You got up to come sit next to him, hand resting on his thigh as you started leaving little kisses on his shoulder. Seungmin didn’t move, acting like you weren’t there. Even when you started stroking his thigh, he stayed still. “Minnie” you whined “ I need you please” he looked at you unbothered “I’m working sorry” — “but-are you serious?” You asked a bit annoyed when he smirked “no. Now let me work baby. Thank you” he said . Seungmin put a pillow over his lap and rest his sheet on it, hiding his hard-on. He decided to acted like he wasn’t affected by your needy state and make you more desperate.

• Jeongin : cute boy <3 . He’ll be soft for you. He’ll get needy too. Will take care of you ( my babyyy ) ♡

You were standing in front of your big closet, searching for one of your husband’s hoodie to sleep in (that's so fucking cute help). When you came out of the bathroom, you were meet with one of the prettiest view you ever seen. Jeongin was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to his phone as he was waiting for you. The way he was sitting made your head spin : manspreading. (that’s so hot just imagine) . He was just so attractive right now you could just jump on him and devour his lips. When he finally looked at you, he smiled opening his arms for you to come hug him. so cute shit. You smiled back timidly walking to him. " aw you're so cute baby" he said cutely when he took in your appearance. His over-sized hoodie reaching the middle of you thigh. Jeongin pulled you closer to him to hug you tightly, resting his head on your tummy. The butterflies. The fucking butterflies. You felt this familiar feeling in your lower stomach making you weak and bite your lips. "so warm" he giggled. He looked up at your flustered face "what is baby?" — "nothing" you smiled lightly. "hm , so what about..cuddle?" he smiled widely. You chuckled before he pulled you on his lap, one hand on your waist , the other one placed on your thigh. You were sat right on his crotch and you would have lied if you said you weren't turned on. You shifted a bit on his lap trying to get comfortable and try to ignore the little "spark" between your legs . But he made it difficult by the way his fingertips caressed their way up and down your thigh. A gentle , innocent affectionate gesture that made you weak to the point you let a soft moan past by your lips. His touches so soft and so pleasing.. so good. Jeongin looked at you in your eyes , mouth ajar as his cheeks turned a light pink. "I'm.. I'm sorry-" you started before he hushed you caressing your sides. "you're so cute" he smiled lovingly, cupping your cheek before attaching his lips with yours. He kissed you gently, forgetting about your surrounding. You started grinding on him slowly unconsciously , the moment exciting you a bit. Jeongin moaned into the kiss pulling away to breath. "baby" he whispered "look at what you did" his gaze on his bulge as he gripped your hips grinding them foward again, pushing you harder on him. " 'feels so good" he bite his lips , eyes still focused on your crotches. You threw your head back moaning his name, your fingers pulling harder on his locks. "let me take care of you my love" he sucked softly on your neck before laying you on your back gently, hovering you his beautiful hands already playing with the hem of you hoodie, rising it a bit to reveal your cute panties "so pretty" he whispered holding one of your thigh before his lips travelled to your throat leaving little marks there...

(husband jeongin is such a concept. bye)

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a/n : it was fun writing those :) ,, I'm considering to continue writing Jeongin's one ,, & maybe felix , lino

(+) it was an old request, actually my first one , it was from yer-cute-when-you-scream if I remember

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐺𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑅𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content including somnophilia (obviously consensual), lactating kink. Illusions to infidelity (which I do not condone nor encourage). Read at your own discretion. Older/Aged up Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Opening his eyes, Hongjoong let out a tired smile as he looked at your peacefully sleeping figure. He was glad that both of you had a good night's rest and the baby in the next room didn't wake you up. Caressing your cheek, he blushed as he remembered the previous night with you.

Getting up, he picked up his discarded sweatpants and quickly slipped them on before going over to the window. Opening up the blinds just a tiny bit to let in a little light, he looked back over when he heard you moan in your sleep.

"Hongjoong..." You whimpered unconsciously.

By the way you shifted inside the blankets, Hongjoong knew you were more than likely rubbing your thighs together. It might have been a little early, but if you needed him, how was he supposed to deny you especially when you called out so cutely for him.

You fluttered your eyes open when you felt kisses being pressed against your jaw that soon traveled to your neck, hips involuntarily bucking up when you felt your lover's hard on rub against your clit.

"Morning babygirl. Did you miss me that much already?" He teased you, a light chuckle emanating from his lips as he began inserting himself into you.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

It was still the early hours of dawn yet Seonghwa was fully awake. His hand was tenderly caressing your hip as he continued to admire your body. Although he had done a lot of that the night before, it still wasn't enough for him. Every mark on your body that detailed the pregnancy you went through was absolutely beautiful for him.

Unable to bear it any longer, he slowly crawled his way underneath the blanket where he positioned himself right in between your thighs. He started off by peppering kisses along your stretch marks, his tongue occasionally poking out every now and then. When he finally reached your mound he didn't hesitate to start licking tenderly and slowly at your folds, trying not to abruptly wake you up.

You thought you were in a lucid dream until you opened your eyes and saw someone shuffling under the covers. Pulling some of the blanket to the side, your head rested back on the pillow as you let out a moan when you saw Seonghwa's head buried deep between your legs.

"Morning gorgeous." He greeted you as he smiled against your clit before giving it a suckle that made you want to squirm away from him, but his hands on your thighs prevented you from moving.

"Just stay down and get comfortable beautiful. I'm not coming out of here for a while."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

"I don't wanna get up just yet." You let out a croaked whine as you nestled closer against your equally half tired half awake husband.

"We don't have to, it's still pretty early." He told you as the arm that was wrapped around you lightly tapped on the side of your hip.

You tried to wrap one leg over Yunho's but your face grimaced as you felt the dull sting of his thrusts from the night before. Noticing your reaction, Yunho chuckled.

"Did I accidentally go too rough on you? Did I break you yet again?" He cooed mockingly at you as he pinched your nose, which made you irritated.

"N-no! I'm fine actually. In fact I'm so fine that I could probably ride you with no issues at all." You proudly boasted.

"Oh yeah? Prove it then baby." He taunted you, not actually expecting you to follow through but you surprised him when you got up and pulled his shirt off you and climbed on top of him, albeit with a little difficulty but you did. Yunho watched you with a smirk as you began pumping him in your hand.

"Do you still have energy left to go for another round though?" You teased him as you gave him a tight squeeze.

"Trust me doll, I never run out of energy if it means fucking your tight pussy."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

"What are you doing?" You sleepily asked when you awoke to find Yeosang staring right at you.

"Admiring you before I have to go." He answered with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

You both looked over at the clock, knowing that soon the house and its occupants would soon be bustling and it would be best if Yeosang snuck back into his room.

"I don't wanna leave. I wanna stay here with you." He huffed as he layed back down on the bed with you.

You swore he acted more like a child than his daughter did, confirmed by how now you tried to get him out of your bed, which he was very reluctant about.

"You'll see me later tonight anyways, it'll only be for a few hours." You reminded him as you helped him gather his clothes that had been scattered about on the floor.

"I'll miss you so much." He pouted at you.

You were about to roll your eyes but then you got an idea. Stopping him before he threw his shirt on, you sunk down to your knees and took hold back his cock which instantly got hard at your touch.

"Then let me leave you with something so you don't miss me too much.."

Yeosang shuddered when your lips kissed his head, your tongue dipping into his slit.

"And so you have something to look forward to tonight."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

Head thrown back against the softness and the pillow as lewd moans spewed out of your mouth, your fingers were tangled in the back of San's hair as he continued to swallow and suck at your nipples, his hands pressing hard against your squishy skin so he'd be able to gulp down more of your milk.

"Sannie...please." You whimpered out, yet he made no answers nor did he move from where he was. Calling out to him once more and even tugging his hair harshly, you finally got a response from him.

"Hmm?" He hummed quietly yet went back to his previous task of breastfeeding from you.

"Stop being selfish, that milk is also for our daughter." You reminded him as you tried to move him from your chest, which resulted in him latching into your nipple with more intensity.

"You were mine before you were her mom, I think I deserve to get my fair share of enjoying your body as I want. Don't get me wrong I love our princess and I don't regret having her, but last night was the first time in a while that I finally get you all to myself and I'm going to take advantage of it."

Dipping his tongue back in between your breasts, San let out a soft chuckle as he kneaded your mounds.

"Besides you produce more than enough milk baby mama. Got your shirts getting wet patches from all the milk pouring out of your tits."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You were awoken when you felt Mingi, who was still nestled inside of you, slightly pull in and out of you. You weren't too fazed by this, you guys often tried cockwarming, especially if the night before you guys were being a little naughty. There was just something heartwarming about having him stay inside you after he fucked you sore.

"Still wanna go?" Mingi asked. Even though you had explicitly told him to fuck you awake, he still wanted to make sure you'd still be up for it.

You didn't even respond, you simply pushed yourself back onto him after he had pulled out of you. Getting the hint, Mingi helped you onto all fours, which automatically excited you. Soon he was pulling moan after moan out of your mouth as his hips slammed into you from behind, one hand reaching over to stimulate you further by rubbing your clit.

"You gotta be quiet love." He teased as his other hand came over to cup over your mouth, effectively muffling all the loud noises coming out of it.

"Our angel is sleeping in the other room and if she hears us, she'll wake up."

He purposefully made it harder for you as he jolted his hips up, further ramming himself in you.

"So let's try to not get caught."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"She's going to wake up any second now." Although you tried to reason with Wooyoung, you made absolutely no attempt to get him off you. Instead you simply melted into his kisses and caresses, still high from the blissful night you two shared just a few hours ago.

"No she won't. She's been sleeping a lot more recently." He assured you as he raked his teeth along your shoulder blades, threatening to leave marks plastered on you.

"Yes but- oh fine. But we have to be quick about it..just in case." You told him.

"Quick you say? Ok then."

You let out a squeak when Wooyoung flipped over and pulled you on top of him with no warning. At first you were confused when he started shifting you around, but after he began turning you, you understood what he was aiming for. You let him guide you so your ass was right on top of his face, your dripping pussy inches away from his mouth. Bending over, you brought your mouth over to his cock, licking his shaft which made him jitter under you.

"Fuck! Oh shit." Not wanting to let you get away with teasing, Wooyoung layed his tongue flat on your lips before curling it upwards so it could flick at your clit, eliciting a response from your body.

"Remember, we gotta be quick about it. So start sucking baby."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho looked up amusedly, sleep still in his eyes, at your tantalizing figure that was now rutting itself against one of his thighs.

"I'm up." You simply stated while continuing to grind on him.

"I can see that very well my little vixen. And now I'm up." You both laughed quietly at his double sensed joke.

Effortlessly picking you up with his hands, Jongho settled you down on his cock, now making you grind your slick folds along his thick length that was hardening even more now.

"This horny this early love?" He raised an eyebrow at you yet never stopped moving you.

"Can't help it. You left me wanting more after last night." You shyly admitted.

"Oh? Is that so? You want more. I'll give you more."

Aligning himself on your entrance, Jongho and you simultaneously hissed, you from the stretch he gave you and he from the way your walls hugged around his shaft.

"Baby, hold onto the headboard." He instructed you and you promptly obeyed with no hesitation.

"Because I'm not going easy on you. I'm starting my morning off by fucking you dumb."

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bordemm · 4 years

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𝐷𝑂𝑉𝐸(𝐾𝐼𝑇𝐴 𝑆𝐻𝐼𝑁𝑆𝑈𝐾𝐸)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, sʜᴏᴡᴇғ sᴇx, ғɪɴɢᴇʀ sᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ,ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ sǫᴜɪɴᴛ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴀᴍ ʜᴀɴᴅʟɪɴɢ,ᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ, ʜᴏᴜsᴇᴡɪғᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʟᴍᴋ ɪғ ɪ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ

ᴋɪᴛᴀ x ғ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʙᴇɴғɪᴛs ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴋɪᴛᴀ’s ʜᴏᴜsᴇᴡɪғᴇ ɪs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅs ʏᴏᴜ ғᴜʟʟ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ:1748

ɴsғᴡ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ

You woke up to a soft kiss pressed against the side of your temple, opening your eyes only to be greeted by your husband’s soft ones that were staring at you dreamily.

“Good morning, sweet girl,” Kita said, his voice a low rumble still riddled with sleep. You spared a glance out the window seeing it was still dark out. You turned the other way to look at the digital clock that stood on your nightstand. It read ‘4:30 am’.

“Off to the fields, love?” you whispered, not wanting to disturb your own hazy mind. He nodded, petting your head lovingly.

“Mhm, just wanted to say bye, little one,” he said. You hummed in acknowledgment pecking his lips before laying back down as he placed another kiss on your forehead, leaving the room. The sun slipping through your white blinds awoke you gently. You turned to your clock. Seeing it was 9:30 am, you got up and went to your kitchen, making yourself a small cup of coffee. You yawned, waiting for the water to boil, looking out the window to see nothing but rolling hills.

The house phone rang, and you picked it up with a soft hum.

“Kita residence.”

“Dove?” you heard your husband’s smooth voice on the other side.

“Oh yes, shin?” you said, mixing your creamer into your coffee, holding the phone between your shoulder and ear.

“Just wanted to let you know I’ll be coming home earlier than usual,” he said. You could hear him breathing heavily from working so hard in the hot sun.

“Oh, that’s great love! Lunch will be ready when you get here,” you said, immediately going to the fridge looking through your ingredients.

“Thank you dove, don’t know what I’d do without you. See you soon, little one,” he said and hung up. You drank your coffee while plotting lunch in your head. You decide to make both of you salads. You go back to yours and Shinsuke’s shared room, changing into your white sundress. Pushing your way back to the kitchen and pulling out your ingredients, you began to cook. You hummed along to the record that was playing from the living room of your ranch-style home.

You smiled, proud of yourself for timing your cooking,g just right because as you were setting down Kita’s plate in his respective seat at the table, the sound of your front door alerted you of his presence. You smoothed over your dress with a smile to greet him.

“Welcome home, Shin,” you said, kissing his cheek. He smiled softly, his heart fluttering, coming home to his sweet little housewife ready to greet him. Looking so tempting in the flowy sundress that swayed because of the slight draft in the home due to you having the back door opens, letting the breeze flow in.

“Hello, my love,” he said, kissing the corner of your mouth making his way to the dining room to see his lunch and a glass of water already waiting for him. He took his seat, thanking you for lunch. You nodded, smiling, sitting across from him eating your own salad. You two made small talk as you ate. One of Kita’s hands was resting on top of your left one playing with the ring he placed on your finger all those years ago. He finished his lunch at the same time you did, picking up both of your bowls and taking them to the sink, washing them by hand.

You left him in the kitchen, making your way back to your shared room, laying on your bed with a sigh. Moments later, Kita strolled in, smiling at you.

“I’m going to shower, love, join me?” he said, outstretching his hand to you. You smiled, taking his hand, allowing him to lead the way to the master bathroom. Your soft and manicured hands were in stark contrast to your husband’s rough and calloused ones. As soon as you two reached the restroom, Kita began to strip you, kissing every inch of skin he exposed as he did. As he removed your undergarments, you began to remove his trousers and shirt, admiring his toned body thanks to years of volleyball and working out on the farm.

As soon as both of you were bare, you stepped into the shower, turning on the water, adjusting to a comfortable temperature for both of you. You felt Kita press his chest flush against your back, hands ghosting over your side as he kissed your neck softly, nipping at it every so often, wanton moans slipping past your lips.

“My good girl, always so willing to take whatever I give you, so good for me,” he said, his cock grinding against the plush flesh of your thighs.

“All for you, my love,” you whimper resting your head back against his shoulder with a sigh, skilled hands coming up to tweak your nipples, pinching the buds harshly.

“so beautiful dove, I love you,” he said as one of his hands left your breasts, the other opting to seek refuge on your clit, calloused fingers rubbing a slow circle.

“oh god, shin,” you moaned, circling your hips to meet his fingers. Soft pants and moans were so delicate and lovely in his ear, sounding like his favorite symphony. The fingers that were pressed against you trailed up your body and between the valley of your breasts resting on your bottom lip.

“Open up, dove, say ahh,” he spoke gently in your ear, his voice mixing in with the soft patter of the water hitting the shower. You opened your mouth to be greeted by his finger invading your warm mouth. Instinctively you began to suck. Your mouth and nose were filled with his scent and taste. Your tongue rolled and covered every inch of his skin in your saliva. Kita finally pulled his fingers from your mouth, chuckling softly as he watched you chase his fingers.

“So so so good little one,” he said, pressing hot open mouth kisses to the side of your neck while two hands came down, sliding down your back, pushing you into an arch. You pressed your hands against the tiled wall in front of you. Your head was hanging down as you relish in the feeling of your husband’s hands on you, and the water was splashing against your back.

Kita placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder as he slowly pushed the tip of his cock into your pussy. Your nails clawed at the wall feeling your pussy stretch to accommodate him. He let out a groan feeling the way your walls sucked him eagerly, almost like they recognized his cock.

“You’re always so tight for me, dove, fuck, always so ready for me to split you open on my cock, huh? You sit here and work so hard here at the house and welcome me home with your pretty pussy waiting, don’t you?” he spoke into your shoulder, pressing soft kisses against it as he finally fully sheathed himself inside of you. You whined at the full feeling, your eyes fluttering close.

Kita’s hand came around to rub your clit, making your cunt cream around him. Much to Kita’s displeasure, the water would wash away the white ring of your arousal before it could even form into the perfect white circle he loves so much.

Kita began to slowly rock his hips into you, making you moan out.

“Fuck shin, please, harder I can take it,” you whimpered. Kita swore with every clench of your pussy, every whimper that left your throat, every small bounce of your ass when he thrust back into you. All of it was chipping away at his self-control.

“Yeah, dove? Can you take it? Well, I don’t want to hear any complaints because if I do, I’ll fuck my fist and send my cum down the drain” he spoke harshly in your ear before standing up straight, his hands gripping your shoulders,

“Brace yourself, dove,” he said with a small smirk before he began to hammer into you. Your body was sent forward by the force of his thrusts. If it weren’t for the grip he had on your shoulders, you would’ve landed face-first into the floor.

“Fuck Shin!” you moaned, your head hanging down as your pussy began to sporadically clench around his cock, trying to milk him. Kita ground landing a quick swat to your ass the water making the impact sting a little more, but you couldn’t tell apart the feeling of the sting and the feeling of Kita’s cock pistoning directly into your g-spot with minimal effort.

“What is it, dove? Huh, is it that good? All you can do is scream?” he asked, knowing you wouldn’t be able to muster a response. His hands moved from your shoulder down to your hips with a vice grip, a grip you were sure would leave bruises in their wake. Kita’s hips slam into you at breakneck speed, abusing your g-spot hurling you into an earth-shattering orgasm. The strength of your orgasm made you see flashes of color behind your closed eyes.

“Fuck fuck fuck hold on for a little longer dove, yeah can you do that for me? Let me use this sloppy pussy to cum, and I’ll breed you just the way you like,” Kita spoke through gritted teeth losing rhythm but never losing power. He let out a small smirk feeling the way your walls clamped down at him at the mention of him breeding you.

“Dirty girl, are you getting off on the thought of me stuffing you full of my cum?” he spoke, voice wavering but still condescending.

“Yes, shin, please please breed me want your babies,” you whined, trying to push your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Yeah, breed you? a little me and you running around? We can do that, dove. Then you’ll really be my slutty little housewife,” he said, letting out a final few thrusts before burying his seed deep inside of you. You moaned at the feeling of his hot cum flowing and swirling from inside of you. Kita cupped a large hand over your pussy, standing you up straight, his hand keeping his cum inside of you.

“Go run to the bed, and I want you on your back legs up and against the headboard, don’t let a single drop out. I’ll be in there in a minute to fill you right back up again.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu shinsuke #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #kita shinsuke #kita smut #kita shinsuke x reader #kita x reader #kita x female reader #kita shinsuke smut

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writeroutoftime · 3 years

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undercover feelings

pairing: jack thompson x reader (requested by: @rubesque)

summary: you and jack don't like each other in the slightest. but when an undercover mission throws the two of you together, what will become of your relationship? (aka - undercover enemies to lovers)

warnings: minor violence

words: 3.4k (not even sorry)

a/n: let me just start by saying, I know my action sequences aren’t the best, but I'm trying to get better. that said, I absolutely adored writing this story, and I hope everyone enjoys it! a lot of thought went into it, so please please let me know what you think!

oOoOo

As you strode towards Chief Dooley’s office, you noticed Jack coming up behind you out of the corner of your eye. Rolling your shoulders back, you tried to ignore his presence even as he was merely steps behind you, almost purposefully trying to catch the back of your heel. Right as you raised your hand to wrap your knuckles against the Chief’s office door, you let out a frustrated sigh.

“Is there something I can help you with?” you spit out, spinning around to face Jack, wishing you could wipe that smug smirk off his face.

“Never in a thousand years, y/l/n. It seems you’re in my way.” he said, trying to step around you and knock on the door himself.

Rolling your eyes, you blocked the door with your body. “Look, I know you think your daily suck-up sessions with the Chief will get you a promotion, but I was personally asked by Chief Dooley to meet with him, so move along.” you told Jack proudly, ready to see his anger bubble over.

To your surprise, Jack’s grin simply widened as he leaned in. “Me too, sweetheart.” he whispered, leaving you speechless, and pushing past you to knock on the door.

Collecting yourself, you quickly entered the office first, standing in front of the Chief’s desk with your hands behind your back. Every so often, your eyes flitted over to Jack, wondering what the Chief could possibly want with the both of you. It was no secret to any agent in the SSR that you and Jack had a strained relationship to say the least. From your first day, Jack had mistaken you as a secretary, thus beginning a long hate-hate relationship. Even to this day, Jack was one of the most pig-headed men you had the displeasure of knowing.

“Alright, I’ll get straight to the point. I’m sending the two of you on an undercover mission to retrieve sensitive, government information.” Chief Dooley explained. “The most opportune time to retrieve it will be during the American Gala in Washington D.C. hosted by a Mr. Mark Williams. The two of you will pose as husband and wife –“

“That’s a real funny joke, Chief.” Jack interrupted, looking shocked at the prospect of going undercover with you.

“Oh, please, Thompson. You’d be lucky if you could ever convince me to marry you.” you shot back.

“I’d rather go undercover as husband and wife with Krzeminski.”

Before you could move to smack Jack’s arm or throw another insult his way, Chief Dooley stood up, slamming his hands on his desk. “Enough! It’s like dealing with a couple of damn toddlers.” he scolded, instantly causing a wave of shame to wash over you and Jack. “Now, can the two of you act like the federal agents you are, or do I need to find two other agents?” he asked, staring both of you down.

“No, sir.” you mumbled, hearing a similar sentiment leave Jack’s lips.

There was a moment of awkward silence before Chief Dooley sat back down. “Now, as I was saying. The two of you are scheduled to leave in two days, and here are files with all you need to know on the target and your responsibilities.” he continued.

The moment you were dismissed, you stormed out of the Chief’s office and made your way back to your desk. Picking up the nearest piece of paperwork, you stared at the words for a moment before shoving it to the side, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Everything all right?” Peggy asked, coming up behind you and setting a mug of coffee down on your desk.

“Chief Dooley is sending me on an undercover mission – with Thompson.” you explained, running your hands down your face.

Peggy looked amused by your so-called bad news and shook her head at your oblivious nature. “Perhaps, it will give you the opportunity to recognize your feelings for Agent Thompson.” she suggested casually.

“Feelings?” you nearly shrieked. “The only feeling I have for Agent Thompson is the feeling of dread every time I see him.” you argued.

“If you say so, dear.” Peggy placated as she walked away.

oOoOo

The entire plane ride to D.C. was filled with tense silence as you poured over the case file the entire time. The only noise that came from Jack was the tapping of his foot against the floor and his pen against the table.

“Do you have to do that?” you finally snapped, reaching forward to snatch the pen out of his hand.

Holding his up in mock surrender, Jack chuckled. “Woah, sweetheart, you might want to be a bit nicer considering we are married and all.” he teased.

“Listen,” you started, voice low and serious. “I know that you joke around and don’t always take everything seriously, but this mission is important to me. You have no idea how hard it is working in that office as a woman, and this mission is my chance to prove myself. I will not have it be ruined by the likes of you.”

For once, Jack had no quick remark to offer, instead he was simply stunned by your speech. Silently admitting defeat, Jack conceded to your wishes. “Alright, I’m sorry, y/l/n.”

You were slightly taken aback by how easy that had been. Perhaps you didn’t give Jack enough credit. “Thank you.” you responded, turning back to your files.

The rest of the flight followed in relative silence, Jack or you only speaking when you had questions or needed clarification from the files. It didn’t pass your mind the subtle looks Jack threw your way, but you ignored them, focused on the task at hand. If he had something to say, he could say it. However, the moment the plane landed, you were whisked away to your separate hotel rooms to prepare for the gala, watching Jack walk away.

oOoOo

It was only when Jack heard the clack of your heels against the marble stairs that he turned around and froze, watching your descent. The y/f/c dress you had donned flattered your figure in every sense, and Jack swore you were an angel in that moment. He suddenly felt aware of the way his breath had quickened, and the way his hands shook the tiniest bit from the nerves. So lost in his own mind, Jack didn’t even notice he had yet to take his eyes off of you.

“Is there something on me?” you asked, suddenly feeling very bashful from Jack’s gaze.

“No, no it’s just – uh – I mean,” Jack stuttered, running a hand through his perfectly gelled hair. “you clean up nice, y/l/n.”

“Not too bad yourself there either, Thompson.” you teased, flashing Jack a dazzling smile.

It was true that Jack looked absolutely dashing in his suit, making your knees just a bit week as you had walked down to meet him. His compliment sent a flutter through your chest, and you were brought back to Peggy’s comment about feelings. Perhaps, deep down, all the back-and-forth bickering had simply been a disguise for something else. But you couldn’t let yourself think about that now, not when you had a mission to complete.

Right as you were about to walk into the ballroom, Jack grabbed your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks. Before you could question his action, he held up his hand and wiggled his finger, a metal band gleaming in the low light. “Now what kind of husband would I be if didn’t give you a ring?” he asked before pulling a small box out of his jacket pocket and producing a beautiful, sparkling engagement ring.

Carefully, Jack lifted your left hand and slid the cool metal over your ring finger until the diamond rested perfectly against your skin. It was difficult to fight the spark of energy when Jack grabbed your hand and the way he gently rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand.

“There.” he whispered, staring into your y/e/c eyes, a soft smile replacing that smirk that typically resided on his lips.

The two of you stood in the foyer for a moment, lost in the other’s gaze until other couples around you laughed and chatted on their way into the ballroom, breaking the spell. Ever the gentleman, Jack offered his arm, which you accepted, leading you both into the belly of the beast. Walking into said ballroom was breathtaking, the entire room being decorated from floor to ceiling with gold accents; however, you forced yourself to stay focused on the mission at hand.

A quick scan of the room showed you multiple entry/exit points, as well as a good estimate of the security posted throughout the room. Beside you, Jack was doing the same before his eyes widened slightly. Following his line of sight, you noticed your target for the evening, Mark Williams, surrounded by a group of people. While your first instinct was to go straight to the source, you knew that would raise alarms and potentially jeopardize the mission.

“Care for a dance?” Jack asked, having the same idea as you when he noticed Williams leading his wife to the dance floor.

Wordlessly, you allowed Jack to lead you towards the dance floor where he rested a warm, gentle hand on the small of your back while his other hand intertwined with your fingers. A small gasp left your lips from the proximity between you and Jack, and it was difficult to not become intoxicated by his cologne. For a moment, you allowed yourself to admire Jack’s strong jaw, piercing eyes, and the few hairs that had fallen out of place under the golden light the room provided.

The music began to pick up, and you let out a surprised cry of delight as Jack spun you around the floor, selling every bit of the perfectly happy couple. After one such spin, Jack brought you closer and whispered that you had caught the attention of Williams. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw the man staring in your direction.

“Trust me.” you told Jack under your breath before you took the lead and danced the two of you straight into your target. “Oh golly, I am so sorry, sir.” you apologized, feigning innocence. “I’m such a clutz, I don’t know why you bring me to these events, dear.” you said, aiming the second half of your sentence to Jack.

“Lord knows why, sweetie.” Jack responded, quickly catching onto your act. “Sorry again, sir. My wife said it herself – she can be a real clutz.”

Mark Williams flashed a quick smirk, looking your body up and down, seemingly sizing the two of you up. “No harm done, pretty lady. I’m Mark Williams. Mind making it up to me with a dance? That is, if your husband doesn’t mind.” he asked, though both you and Jack knew it was more a command.

“It’s the least I can do.” you giggled, accepting Williams’ hand, and letting him pull you away from Jack just like you thought he would.

Immediately, the band in the corner struck up a slower tune, and Williams placed a hand on your waist and began to awkwardly sway off beat. Unlike Jack’s soft, warm hands, this felt cold and unforgiving, and you forced yourself to swallow back the nausea.

“So, you must be used to all the glamor of these events, huh? Being a powerful man and whatnot.” you flirted, batting your eyelashes to help sell your act.

“You could say that, though they get pretty boring after a while. But having someone like you here helps to pass the time.” Williams said, slipping his hand further down your back.

Humming in response, you used the distraction to subtly reach your hand into Williams’ jacket pocket where you silently cheered when your hand touched a key – which you assumed unlocked his office. Carefully, you slipped it into your own pocket before squeezing William’s bicep with a smile to keep his suspicions down. Before he could slip his hand down any further, you pushed back gently and flashed an apologetic smile.

“Excuse me for a moment.” you purred, slipping away to the nearest hallway, keeping an eye out for Jack. Suddenly, an arm shot out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you further down the hallway. You nearly let out a shout of surprise before you saw that it was Jack.

“Are you done flirting or what?” he hissed, eyes narrowed, and chest puffed out.

Rolling your eyes, you flashed him the key you had slipped into the pocket of your dress. “Didn’t take you for the jealous type, Thompson.” you teased, scanning the doors for Williams’ office.

Once you reached the door, you quickly unlocked his office and ushered Jack in, quietly closing the door behind you and locking it. The office itself was spotless, leaving you no clue as to where the files could be hidden. Wordlessly, you and Jack split up, searching through every nook and cranny in order to complete your mission.

It wasn’t long before a soft “found it” came from Jack’s side of the room. Rushing over, you peered at the document in front of him to confirm that it was the correct document. Joy filled your body when you saw that your mission was a success.

Placing a hand on Jack’s bicep, you beamed at him. “Jack this is amazing, we did it!” you celebrated.

Jack let out a small chuckle, enjoying the way you were so excited. He glanced down at your hand on his arm, then back towards you where he locked his eyes with yours. Some unknown force took over you, causing the two of you to lean in towards each other, lips inching closer. Just as you could feel his warm breath on your face and almost touch his lips, loud rattling and banging came from the two, pulling the two of you apart instantly.

“Williams.” you both whispered, looking for a way out.

An open window caught your eye, and you ripped the file out of Jack’s hand as you pushed him towards said window. “Go, or neither of us are going to make it out of here.” you said through clenched teeth.

Jack hesitated a moment before he ran to climb out of the window, instantly turning around to offer you a helping hand. Right as you jumped out, the office door burst open, and Williams appeared with a half dozen bodyguards. He caught a flash of your dress and noticed the torn apart file cabinet, quickly putting two and two together.

“Shit! Get those two, dead or alive, and bring me back that file!” he shouted, pointing in the direction of your escape

It wasn’t long before bullets whizzed past your head as you and Jack ran through the garden towards the getaway car. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, minimizing the dull ache on the side of your arm you eventually felt. All you could think about was getting yourself and Jack out of there in one piece.

The moment the car came into view, you pushed yourself further and faster, sliding into the passenger seat as Jack started the engine and drove off with a squeal. There were still bullets that banged against the car, but once Jack stepped on the gas and swerved off the beaten road, you finally allowed yourself a breath of relief.

“Please tell me after all that, you still have the damn file.” Jack said, glancing to his side at your crumpled figure.

Slamming a, albeit slightly bent, manilla file folder onto the dashboard, you let out a dry chuckle. “You’re welcome. Maybe, for once, Thompson, you can just admit that I actually know what I’m – shit!” you suddenly groaned, clutching the side of your arm, and pulling away to reveal red, sticky fingers.

Jack looked over once more at your groan of pain and slammed on the breaks the moment he saw blood. “You got shot?” he all but shouted, turning your body so he could see where a bullet had lodged itself into the side of your arm.

“Thank you, Sherlock.” you breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut as Jack poked and prodded the area. “You’re gonna need to dig it out.” you told him after he continued to sit in silence.

“I know!” Jack snapped, before sighing upon seeing your reaction and approaching the situation softer. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” he said before stepping out of the car and grabbing the first aid box from the trunk.

Jack quickly opened the passenger side of the door and knelt down so he could reach your wound. “This is gonna sting.” Jack whispered before he began to clean the wound with some of the alcohol from the kit, wincing along with you.

Jack felt his heart clench as you gripped his shoulder in pain, biting your lip. It became even worse when he started to remove the bullet from your arm, though there was nothing that he could do. There was silence between you and Jack, leaving Jack to his own devices. Seeing the blood on your hands and having to dig a bullet out of you made Jack feel as though he had been the one to be shot. In fact, he wished he had been to avoid you going through this pain.

“Got it.” Jack finally announced, throwing the bullet to the side and wrapping your arm in gauze.

“Thank you.” you said, letting out one more hiss of pain.

Instead of responding, Jack let his hand linger on your arm as he poured over every inch of your body, trying to determine if you had been injured anywhere else. There was such an intensity in his eyes that you couldn’t believe this was the same man you bickered with on an almost hourly basis. It had to be some kind of trick your eyes were playing on you from the pain.

“There you go, you’ll be alright.” Jack reassured you, tying the final strip of bandage around your arm, his hands lingered gently. “I gotta say, you really know how to give a fella a heart attack, y/n.”

“Oh please, I’m sure you would’ve forgotten all about me and reveled in all the attention you’d receive from the Chief.” you shot back, deflecting any emotions that could make you look weak and vulnerable.

Jack’s face morphed into one of hurt, and you felt guilty at the way his titled head and soft eyes made him look like a lost puppy. “Is that what you really think of me? That I wouldn’t care if you didn’t make it out of this mission?”

“You don’t like me, Jack. And I don’t like you. That’s how we’ve always operated, what else could I have possibly interpreted from that?” you argued, frustrated that he seemed to be dragging this conversation on.

“That’s not true, and you know it, y/n.” Jack countered, taking both of your hands in his grasp. “Both of us know deep down that this enemies act is self-defense, but I know that after tonight, I can’t pretend anymore. And I’m pretty sure you don’t want to either.”

For the second time that night, Jack cupped your cheeks in his hand, and leaned in. His lips hovered over yours for just a moment, giving you the chance to change your mind, but you launched yourself forward and finally kissed Jack Thompson. The kiss was sweet, but passionate, years of pent-up feelings bubbling over the surface. Jack pulled you close to his body while your fingers played with the hair and the nape of his neck. You had never allowed yourself to imagine this moment, but in that moment you knew you could get used to be kissed by Jack for the rest of your life.

Eventually, the two of you pulled away, foreheads leaning against each other, and your breath the only thing that could be heard in the night air. Jack’s thumb brushed against your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, now unable to reject his touch.

“Wow,” you breathed out. “maybe we should bottle our feelings like that again.” you teased.

“No, I don’t want to not be able to kiss you again.” Jack whispered, before he pulled you back in for another kiss, grateful you were safe in his arms, giving him the rest of his life to spend with you, and making Peggy five dollars richer.

oOoOo

tagging: @sarcasm-n-insomnia @bde-break-down-energy

#jack thompson x reader #jack thompson imagine #agent carter x reader #agent carter imagine #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #avengers imagine

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years

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Screwed

I have to say that this was unexpected. But here's my first FBI Agent Alden Parker fic! (and maybe the first ever? I haven't seen one yet, but if I'm wrong, please let me know!!)

If you haven't watched NCIS season 19, spoilers alert ahead of you!!

Pairings: Alden Parker x Reader, and maybe platonic soulmates Gibbs x Reader?

Warnings: smut towards the end, handcuffs, orals

Word count: 7,816 (I so didn't see that coming but here we are)

To say the team was falling apart was an understatement. Everything happened so fast, you haven’t quite wrapped your head around it yet.

In the last three years, it’s been like nothing makes no sense anymore. First, Ziva David, the woman you considered your best friend for years, came back from the dead. It was surreal. An amazing feeling when you first saw her but you were quickly upset with her. Upset that she let you think she was dead for four years. And then told Ellie but not you. But you love her like a sister, she apologized and you couldn’t stay mad with her. You had been talking about visiting her, Tony and Tali in Paris ever since, but haven’t been able to do so, just yet.

After that, it all began to crumble. Jack Sloane decided to stay in Afghanistan, out of the blue - even if she wanted to retire in the first place, there’s a difference between Costa Rica and the Middle East. Leaving a huge whole in the team, and even though he won’t admit it, in Gibbs’s heart. You love that man beyond words, like a friend, a father, a brother, a mentor… and you just hoped he could finally be happy and at peace. But that didn’t happen and your heart broke for him.

Then it was Ellie Bishop. Doing something you never expected her to do, leaving the team almost like she didn’t care. It just sucks and hurts. A part of you knew there was so much more than what it appeared to be. There was no way the Ellie you knew, loved and respected would do something like this without good reasons.

But you were so done with losing friends, people you care about and love.

As if it wasn’t enough, during all of this, your marriage fell apart. You and your husband were officially separated, he left and went back to New York. “I wished it could have worked for us.” He told you. “I do love you, but it’s just not working.” He said. “I wish you the best, and I hope you’ll find someone who will be okay with your work and way of life.”

You couldn’t blame him. Ever since you joined NCIS, joined that freaking team, you dedicated yourself to it, to them. When you think about it, you don’t really know how it worked in the first place with your husband. He’s been nothing but patient, loving and caring. You don’t regret those years you spent with him, not in the slightest. Maybe if you had paid more attention to him, you wouldn’t be divorcing right now. But did you love him enough for that? You didn’t really know.

You didn’t know much anymore.

And now, Gibbs was suspended. He almost went to jail, and it’s like he didn’t even care about it anyway. Like he didn’t care much about the team anymore, or about you. And this was clearly the last straw.

When you all got the news about his boat, you swore you almost died. When the divers found the piece with “Rule 91” on it, you had a mental breakdown. The biggest you ever had.

Sitting against a tree, your knees to your chest, you couldn’t stop crying. It was too much. Everything you kept inside for years was leaving your body at the moment. Tim McGee, the man you consider your brother, didn’t know what to do. So he just sat next to you, held you close to his chest and waited for you to calm down. “He’s alive.” He just said when you were calmer. “It’s Gibbs. He’s alive.” He repeated. God did you hope so.

You hardly composed yourself after that, but you had to. You needed to find Gibbs, and now there was a serial killer involved.

When you arrested a man who seemed to be close to the killer, you took it all out on him. When you tackled him on the ground, you could’ve stopped there but you didn’t. “I said don’t move!” You yelled at the guy before punching him. You probably punched him harder than you ever punched anyone before. You saw his nose bleeding like hell but you didn't care at all.

During the ride back to the headquarters, you took glances at him through the mirror. Older, gray hair but seemed to be in good shape. His eyes locked with yours, and despite the blood all over his face, he smirked at you. Dirtbag. You couldn’t wait to put his ass in jail.

“Enjoy this while you can,” the man told you as you were interrogating him. “This is gonna be your last interrogation.”

“Are you threatening me?” You asked, not blinking.

“My name’s Alden Parker.” He finally said after minutes of you and Nick asking for his identity. “As in FBI Agent Alden Parker.” He said.

Oh crap.

“Once I’m out of here, I’m getting your fucking badge.” He held his gaze to you.

“Give that a try.” You smirked just like he previously did in the car.

You appeared confident in front of this guy, but the truth was that you were scared. You clearly shouldn’t have punched him the way you did, it was abuse of power. You knew it, so did he.

The next day, he was back in the squadroom. Wearing a suit instead of his casual clothes from undercover. He had bruises under his eyes, a reminder of what you did the day before. He greeted everyone - even if it wasn’t well received - but ignored you. That was fair.

The sit-rep started. The team and Parker were exchanging intel and infos on LeMere. You were standing away from them, barely listening. “First, you abuse your power and now you’re not working. How are you still an agent?” He told you.

“I don’t remember allowing you to talk to me.” You snapped.

“I’m sorry, was I supposed to raise my hand and wait for your permission? Or maybe you need to punch me first?”

“You need to shut up. I’m not working with you.”

“You’re right,” he turned sideways and he was just a feet away from you. “This is my case, meaning you’re working for me.” he challenged.

“I’d rather you shoot me right now.”

You left the squadroom without a second glare at him and your coworkers.

“What the hell is wrong with her?” Parker asked the team once you were gone.

“In case you haven’t noticed, we’re going through a lot here.” McGee muttered.

“If she can’t handle it, she shouldn’t be a federal agent.”

“Y/N is one of the best agents I’ve worked with and the best human being I know. So I’ll ask you to respect her.”

Alden Parker just hummed at that.

* * * * *

When you finally found yourself facing Gibbs again, you were stuck. You wanted to slap him as much as you wanted to hug him. He saw the struggle in your eyes, he’s always been able to read you like an open book. “If you could not shoot me, that’d be nice.” He softly smiled. “Hug me?”

“I fucking hate you, Jethro.” You angrily groaned but took a step closer to him anyway. You punched his shoulder before wrapping your arms around his neck. He was leaning against a barrel, his face buried itself in your neck, and his strong arms circled around your waist. You tried to fight your tears, but you were so relieved to have him again.

“I’m sorry.” He hardly breaks his own rules, but he knew he needed to right now, for your own sake.

“I know.” You answered. “Never do that to me again.” You cried.

The case started to make sense from now on. The team discovered more about LeMere and it was a question of hours before you’d find him. You were sitting at your desk when you felt someone staring at you. You didn’t even look up from your computer screen. “Keep staring and this time you’ll need rhinoplasty.” You barked.

“I’ll make sure to send you the bill and frame it with your badge.” Alden Parker against the half wall surrounding your desk, arms crossed over his chest and he kept staring. Probably trying to figure you out.

“You do have an obsession with my badge.” You said, still not looking at him, but you could feel his body heat radiating all over you. The man did have a presence.

“Same as you have with my nose.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a big nose you have. I’d do you a favor.”

Was that noise coming out of Alden Parker’s month a chuckle? It caught you by surprise, you looked up to him confused. He held your gaze for a moment before opening his mouth again. “Care to tell me where we’re at?”

“Hm, nope.” You stood up and left the squadroom. You weren’t sure why you smiled while doing so. Maybe it was because you could feel Alden was still staring. That felt quite nice.

* * * * *

Finally, you caught Paul LeMere.

Well, Alden did. Sprint you over. “FYI, if I wanted to outrun you the first time, I’d have.” He winked at you.

“Keep dreaming, old man.” You teased, getting back in the car.

LeMere’s interrogation wasn’t going great. The man was smart as a whip and he knew exactly what he was doing/saying.

No one escaped the interrogation room before. No one, ever. Until LeMere. When you saw him blocking Jessica between the table and the glass, you knew it was a mess. When you showed up in the room, that bastard literally jumped through the window and ran away. It could’ve stopped there, but before you knew it, he was holding a letter opener against Kasie’s throat. Panic filled the squadroom. Everyone was shouting at the same time, holding their guns to the killer. But only one took a shot.

Gibbs.

You were checking on Kasie while the paramedics took care of LeMere. You saw Gibbs, Parker and Vance arguing from afar. Was Gibbs in trouble again? Technically, he still was suspended. He shouldn’t have fired. “When are we getting rid of that FBI agent?” You heard Nick mutter. He didn’t like Parker as much as you did and it was nice.

“If only the bullet did a ricochet on him.” You said, stroking Kasie’s hair for comfort - not sure if it was more for her or you.

“That’s—very inappropriate, Special Agent L/N.”

Shit.

You didn’t have time to turn around, you felt Gibbs’s arm wrapping around your shoulder. “That’s my girl.” He said, not particularly discreet. He kissed your temple and you smiled.

“I’ll be out of your way as soon as you stop screwing over my fucking case!” Parker exclaimed, obviously done with the team.

Maybe you pushed it too far this time. Alden has been in control for the beginning, not letting his frustration with you and the team take over his composure. But this was too much apparently. And maybe you felt a little bad for the man. He was just doing his job in the first place.

You drove Gibbs to the hospital to check on LeMere’s condition. When you two got to the waiting room, Alden was already there. He was always there for the past few days and maybe you didn’t hate his presence as much as you thought so.

“Did you come here to finish the job?” He asked Gibbs, pissed. “This time, make sure the bullet does ricochet.” This was meant for you and he made sure you knew it by the way he locked his hazel eyes with yours.

“He’s not going to die.” Gibbs just answered.

“Oh right, thanks for the update Doctor.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. It was very inappropriate, you knew it, but there was something about Alden’s anger and sarcasm.

“Vanilla latte?” Gibbs asked you, and you nodded. When he was gone, you sat and stared at Parker, who looked like a lion in a cage.

“He’s not gonna die.” You repeated Gibbs’s words.

“Oh my god, what is wrong with you people?!” He snapped. “Is Gibbs god or something?!”

“Pretty much.” You smirked.

“Yeah well if he is, can he solve this case so I won’t have to see your face again?”

This could have been one of those remarks he kept making about the team and you would’ve let it go. But the thing was that he said “your face” singular. He was directly speaking of you. It was a personal attack.

“Fuck you, Parker.” You barked, not looking at him but rather focusing on your smartphone.

“I’m not the enemy here.” He said, in a much softer tone.

“No, you’re just a pain in the ass.” you shot. “But let’s make things clear,” you looked up to him, locking eyes. “If you and your bosses decide to do anything against Gibbs for shooting that bastard, I’ll be the enemy.”

“Didn’t know you two were married.” He sarcastically said.

“You don’t know shit about me.”

“Same for you about me. Can we be at least polite to each other?”

“Until you won’t have to see my face again, sure.”

But maybe you liked this hate thing. Considering that you didn’t actually hate him, he just showed up at the wrong time, under the wrong circumstances. And he’s a bit of a pain in the ass.

Gibbs finally came back with coffee, even one for Parker - which surprised you. You waited until the doc told you that LeMere was stable.

“Told ya.” You shot at Alden before leaving, a smirk on your face.

When you thought this could be the end of this case, the team realized it was much more than just a serial killer. And in the next few days, Gibbs and Parker were on a road trip to the state of New York, where LeMere was supposed to take them to his first victim. It didn’t turn out the way it was intended.

They were having a much needed coffee break. LeMere was in the back of the car, while Gibbs and Parker stood outside. “He’s playing.” Gibbs said.

“I got that. What scares me is that he’s winning over you.”

“Not a chance. I got self control.” Gibbs took a sip of his coffee and Parker mimicked him.

“That’s something you should teach your minions.”

Gibbs laughed at that. “I don’t have anything to teach to Y/N, anymore.” Of course he knew Parker was talking about you. “But yes, there’s no one more loyal than her. You mess with the team, she takes it personally.”

“That’s the thing! I’m not messing with anyone, okay? I’m just trying to do my job here. This was my case before you even heard talking about those murders.”

Fair point for Parker.

“You can trust her with your life, Parker. I do.”

That was the end of the conversation. Shortly after that, Gibbs left Parker in the middle of nowhere, continuing the road trip with just LeMere.

* * * * *

“Where the hell is he?” Parker barked as he walked in the squadroom. He was asking everyone and no one in particular, but somehow he was locking eyes with you. You just shrugged your shoulders. No one answered. He groaned and walked up to Vance’s office.

LeMere was actually a contract killer for a company called Sonova. You started to see clearly through this. But it wasn’t enough. Again, before you knew it, you were on a flight to Alaska with Gibbs. “I feel like everything is falling apart.” You admitted, while sitting on the plane next to him.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, Y/N.” He said, sliding his hand into yours.

“I’m not sure about that.” You sadly smiled.

He kissed your knuckles and the rest of the flight was silent.

You found more answers after talking to one of the victims’ father and Sonova’s CEO who was in Alaska, announcing their project. The project that got all of these people killed. You thought that maybe Gibbs was right and everything was gonna be okay. You couldn’t wait to go home and for all of this to be over.

But your patience was being tested again.

“Did you put a GPS on our asses?” You shot at Alden.

“Only yours. You always lead me to him.” He smirked. “Gibbs, I’m here to arrest you.”

“Come again?!” You exclaimed. But neither man spoke. Parker walked up to Gibbs and handcuffed him. You watched them, confused, scared, and very angry. “What the hell are you doing?” You talked again. “I’m serious, how did you find us?”

“He told me.” Alden said, holding his chin to show up Gibbs. You looked at your boss, your friend, heartbroken.

You followed them to the car. “We are close to breaking the case, Parker. Can’t you deal with the arrest after?” You pleaded, hoping to buy some time and he thought for a moment. A moment that appeared like an eternity to you. What hurt you was how Gibbs was silent. He wasn’t fighting.

But he did let go of him.

And you ended the case. Fucking finally.

“Arrest me.” Gibbs told you, out of nowhere.

“Go to hell,” you just answered.

“Do your job, Y/N. Take me to Parker, get on his good side.”

“I don’t give a shit about being on his good side. I’m not—“

“Y/N. Do it.” He stared at you. You’ve always obeyed his orders.

Gibbs turned around and waited for you to handcuff him. Which you reluctantly did. And you brought him to Parker.

When you thought he was going to get Gibbs’s ass to DC, he actually took the handcuff off. “Didn’t you have orders, Agent Parker?” Gibbs asked.

“I did. But I called an old friend, and I’m not being an errand boy anymore.”

“Is he free to go?”

“As far as I know. I’m not taking him.”

They shook hands, and when Alden was leaving, Gibbs asked him who that friend was. Tobias Fornell, of course. You hugged Gibbs as if your life depended on it.

* * * * *

“I’m proud of you, Y/N.” Gibbs said, as you two were fishing. Well, Gibbs was fishing, you weren’t sure what you were doing.

“Not sure that you should. I suck on so many levels.”

“Ah. Which ones?”

“Being a spouse, first.”

Gibbs stared at you and waited for more explanations. “Raf and I are separated. He went back to New York.” You finally confessed.

“Since when?” Gibbs didn’t hide his surprise.

“He left a couple of months ago. But the marriage had been falling apart for a while.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“You didn’t tell me.”

“You had a lot to deal with, J. Didn’t want to bother you.”

“I’m your friend. That’s what I’m here for.”

“It’s okay. I’ve wrapped my head around it.” You smiled at him. “I think.” You added after a pause.

“I’m less disturbed about you and Parker then.”

“Excuse you?” You looked at Gibbs again, puzzled.

“Not sure. Something—weird about you two. Looks like you could shoot each other just as much as you could make out.”

“We are not having this conversation.”

Gibbs chuckled and you refocused the conversation on fishing. You stayed there for a moment, enjoying the peace and quiet.

But it didn’t last.

“Our ride should be here soon.” You heard Parker say, as he was joining you and Gibbs in the water.

He stood close to you for a moment. Closer than he ever was - except for when you tackled and punched him. “This is nice.” He softly said.

“Was.” You turned your face to look at him and grinned. Yes, you were doing this on purpose.

“You’re the pain in the ass, L/N.”

“Case is over. You won’t have to see my face anymore.”

“I know.”

You could feel Gibbs’s gaze on you and you saw the aircraft coming. It was time to go. You walked from Parker to Gibbs. “Are you going to survive a flight back home with Parker?” Your boss joked.

“You’ll be like a pillow wall.” You said.

“I’m not coming with you.”

“What?”

He looked deep in your eyes.

“This sense of peace, I haven't had this since Shannon and Kelly died.” He softly said. And it did something. You never heard him saying their names that easily. Maybe he was indeed at peace for the first time in thirty years. You couldn’t take that away from him, no matter how bad you wanted to drag his ass to the airport and take him with you. You weren’t sure how to live without Gibbs and that wasn’t something you were impatient to find out. “I will never be able to thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me since we met.” He took a deep breath, you could see the emotion of his face. He placed a hand on your cheek and stroked the skin with his finger. “Just thinking about not seeing you everyday makes me wanna go back to DC. But I have to do this.”

“I know.” You softly answered, tears threatening to fall.

“I love you, Y/N. More than you know.”

You didn’t want him to see you cry, so you closed the distance between Gibbs and you and hugged him tight. “I love you too. I’m gonna miss you.” You cried.

Was this really happening? Could it?

When you finally let go of him, he put something in your hand. His house keys and badge. “You’ll know what to do with this.” He kissed your forehead, lasting as long as he could. You could feel your heart breaking inside your chest.

Walking back to the aircraft was tearing you apart. It was like you were leaving a part of you as you were leaving Gibbs. You didn’t want to let him go. You didn’t want to leave him here, all by himself. But was he gonna be fine, right? He had to.

But were you?

In the aircraft, Alden did something you never expected him to do. He covered your hand with his, and gently rubbed circles with his thumb. You raised your head to look at him - still crying - and he just smiled at you. He was a good guy. So you shifted on your seat and rested your head on his shoulder, appreciating the comfort he was offering you.

You stayed like this until you arrived at the airport, ready to take another flight - longer this time - to DC.

Delayed.

“Fuck me.” You muttered, forgetting Alden standing right next to you.

“Say that louder and maybe a gentleman will agree.” He teased.

“I wish.” You said and immediately regretted it. Yes, it’s been months since you got sex and you were kinda horny. But that wasn’t something Parker needed to know. “I’m gonna get something to eat and maybe a book.” You quickly added and left right away.

As you were looking to buy a book, his cologne entered your nostrils. God, he’s everywhere. And why did he have to smell this good?

“Bookworm?” He asked, mentioning the fact that you were holding three different books.

“Kinda. But right now, I just can’t make a choice.”

“I get that. My daughter can spend hours picking up books.”

This took you by surprise.

“You have a daughter? You married?”

“Wow, hide your surprise, Special Agent, please.” He smirked. “But yes, I have a sixteen year old daughter. Her name’s Hanna. And I’m divorced.” As he was confessing about his private life, he was looking at the books in front of him. Did he know what kind of books they were? He grabbed one - an almost naked man on the cover - and read the resume behind.

“I should be joining the divorcees club soon. I don’t have kids though.” You confessed. “Do you realize what kind of books you’re looking at?” You joked.

“Well— I’m currently having a heart attack.” You looked at him, confused about his statement. “My daughter has loads of books with this type of cover.” It made more sense. The father realized that his teenage daughter reads spicy books.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “The covers never gave you a hint?”

“I—“ he put the book down, disgusted. “I guess I didn’t want to know. Still don’t. God I wish I could take the last two minutes back.”

There was a footstool a few feet away, Alden sat on it and it was like life was leaving his body. “Your daughter is sixteen, Parker. Not quite a child anymore.”

“Please, stop talking.” He mumbled, rubbing his temples.

“Doesn’t mean she’s doing anything though.” You tried to help with this but judging the way he looked at you, it wasn’t working. “What is it with fathers being that disturbed to learn their daughters aren’t innocent? If you had a son, you would encourage him, wouldn’t you?”

“You gave your father a very hard time, didn’t you?”

“Actually, I didn’t. Had my first time at nineteen with a guy I dated for five years. But even if I did earlier with someone I didn’t care much about, it would've been my choice.”

“Sure, but I just—it was not so long ago that she used to tell me she wanted to marry me when she’d be older.”

That confession made your heart melt. Knowing that made Alden very attractive to you. You weren’t sure why. “Now, she barely wants to spend time with me.” He sadly confessed.

“It’ll pass, trust me.”

He gave you the slightest smile. “Sorry you saw me going through this.”

“It’s okay. Now, how about you buy her a book?” He knew it was coming before you kept talking, but the teasing was so tempting. “Campus fun? Taboo relationship? Age g—“

“Shoot me!” He barked and you laughed. “It’d be less painful.”

“You poor daddy.” You regretted using that word as soon as it left your lips, but the way Alden looked at you was intriguing. “Does she like polars? Fantastic?"

“I honestly don’t know.”

You looked around for a moment - avoiding the spicy section - and considered what book Hanna liked. You grabbed one, and handed it to Alden who was still sitting on the footstool. “One of my favorites lately. Don’t know if that’s her thing but I do know that she will appreciate the gesture.”

“Thanks.” He smiled in a way he never smiled at you before. “Can you pick another one? Make me dad of the month? With the LeMere case, I haven’t been around much.”

“Sure.”

When you got to the cashier, Alden had three books for his daughter and you had two for yourself. When he took yours from your hands and paid for the five, you stared at him. “Consider this as an apology from my breakdown.”

“Yeah, never easy to know your daughter enjoys sex in some kind of way.” You said over your shoulder. You couldn’t help it.

“You’re the worst.” He said as he sat next to you in the middle of the airport. You still had no idea when you’d take off. You smiled and looked up from your book to Alden. “The cashier laughed and told me ‘it’s always easier for the mums’!”

“Did she think I was talking about our daughter?”

“She sure did.”

“Offensive.”

“Hmm, thanks?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“No! I mean, do I look old enough to have a teenage daughter?”

“You sure do.”

You elbowed him. And he laughed. And it sounded like music to your ears. Why did it, though?

You tried to make yourself as comfortable as possible in your chair. Since there was no one on your right, you put your legs on the chair, leaning a little on your left. Meaning that you were leaning onto Alden. You apologized and started to shift again. “Stop moving.” He groaned, wrapping his arm around your shoulders in order to hold you in place. That was how you stayed until you could board.

Your back to his side, his arm around you, you reading your book and him on his tablet. It felt—casual, almost domestic if you weren’t in an airport. What was happening?

You were so caught up in your book, Alden had to take it from your hands, “We’re boarding,” he told you when you whined.

“Fine, but never do that again if you value breathing.” You took your book back and finally you were going home.

* * * * *

Going back to work, knowing that Gibbs stayed in Alaska was horrible. The team was off. You spent an entire week barely talking to one another, only when you had to for your new case.

You were feeling empty. And it got worse on Wednesday. “I have a delivery for you, Y/N.” The mailman warmly smiled at you. He handed you a big brown envelope and his device so you could sign. It didn’t think about what it could be before you opened it and when you started to read, your heart dropped.

“Y/N? You okay?” Nick asked, but you stayed silent. In shock.

“Y/N?” This time it was Tim who called out, standing from his desk. He approached you and took the papers from your hands.

Divorce papers.

“Come on.” He grabbed your hand and took you to the conference room. Once Tim closed the door, he put the papers down on the table, and hugged you. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. And you cried, for hours maybe you weren’t sure. You were so tired. Physically and mentally.

Being the friend he is, Tim told Delilah he was going to stay with you for the night. He cooked for you - but you barely ate - and he put some crappy shows on. He knew you would open when you’d be ready. Eventually, you fell asleep on the couch, your legs on Tim’s lap. He didn’t move. He stayed with you.

You needed to call Raf but you weren’t quite ready yet. You knew it was coming, but it still sucks. Your marriage was coming to its official end. You never imagined being a divorcee. And yet, here you were.

You took Thursday off. You stayed in bed all day. Tim stopped by when he got off work.

“Weird news today,” he started to say, unpacking the burgers he grabbed on his way. “Parker is joining our team.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“He’s gonna spend tomorrow with us, but he officially starts on Monday. But Vance wants to see you tomorrow at 8.”

“What? Why? Because I took the day off?”

“Nope. I think he wants you to be team leader.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Timothy. I started a couple of years after you.”

“So? I don’t want to be team leader anyway. I have a wife and twins at home.”

“And I have no one.” You muttered.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“That’s okay Tim. It’s the truth. I have no one. Just that fucking job.”

You took a bite of your burger but there was a knot in your stomach. “He should make Parker team leader.” You mumbled.

“No thank you. I’d rather have you boss me around.” Tim tried to joke, but you weren’t in the mood.

McGee offered to stay again but you sent him home to his family.

Vance did ask you to be team leader. “I asked Gibbs’ opinion. He said you. And I agree.” He told you.

There was nothing you wouldn’t do for Gibbs. But were you able to handle it?

You were lost in your thoughts at your desk when a voice came to your ears.

“I guess I’ll have to call you boss from now on?” Alden tried to joke.

“So glad it’s not the other way around.” You deadpan.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Don’t pretend like you care, Parker.” You grabbed your file and left him in the middle of the squadroom. You weren’t sure why you snapped at him like that, especially after what happened at the airport, but you did without looking back.

It was Friday night and you had enough. So instead of going home after, you stopped by a bar. Plan was simple: getting drunk and getting laid. As you were drinking your wine, someone sat on the barstool next to you. “Jesus. Are you a stalker or something?” You groaned at him.

“Felt like you could use the company.”

“I don’t want your company. You can go.”

“I’ve been there, Y/N. Add a daughter to that. I also went to bars for weeks, picking up a different woman every time and not remembering her name in the morning. Trust me, it doesn’t help.”

“I just want to forget—getting dicked, feeling good for a few minutes. Is that bad?”

“Well, for starters, your expectations are low.”

“Yeah well, the last one left a mark.” You said, remembering how amazing sex was with Raf. “I’m not expecting someone to compare to him.”

“I’m sure I could.”

You choke on your drink. “How did you get your head to pass the door?”

“Just sayin.”

“As tempting as it sounds,” you sarcastically said. “Rule 12.”

“Jesus. What’s that?”

“Never date a coworker.”

“Do you have to live by Mr Gibbs’s rules?”

“That’s how I learned my job. There’s a sense to his rules. Even though, most of us broke that particular rule. McGee and Abby, Tony and Ziva, Nick and Ellie. And even Gibbs did, actually.”

“But you never did?”

“Nope.”

“Technically, I’m not your coworker yet.”

“Is that an offer, Alden Parker?”

He got off his stool and stood right in front you. His body between your legs, his face a few inches from yours. “I’d sacrifice myself. Wouldn’t want you to end up with a dangerous asshole.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“But I’d take good care of you.” His lips ghosted yours. “You’ve been on my nerves since day one, Y/N. I thought I hated you but it was quite the opposite. You intrigue me. I’m drawn to you and I don’t know why.”

You were the one to close the gap. At least, there was no danger with Alden. Plus, you had to admit that he was a very attractive man. You knew that whatever happened, if you asked him to stop, he would without a second thought. That was the only reason you ended up in his apartment, of course.

He pinned you against the wall as soon as he kicked the door close with his foot. You were trapped between the bricks and his body and you loved every second of it. His mouth was all on you, kissing you passionately one moment and sucking and biting on your sensitive point in your neck the next. One of your hands got lost in his gray hair and the other traveled under his shirt. The man was built, you could feel it under your fingertips.

You moaned in his mouth and he smirked. Alden grabbed your legs to lift you up. With your legs around his waist, still kissing you, he took you to the couch and gently dropped you off. He started to undress you. “Let’s agree on something.” You breathed out.

“Anything you want.” He said but took your top off anyway, revealing your under boob tattoo. “That is—beautiful.” He whispered, brushing your tat with his fingers.

“Thank you,” you smiled. “This is just for tonight. When the sun rises again, it will be all over.”

“Yes, boss.” He smirked before kissing you again. You held his body so close to yours, you needed the friction, the physical contact. You needed his skin against yours, his mouth, his hands, his cock. Everything. You needed it so bad that you ripped his shirt open, not caring about the buttons that flew across the living area. He laughed and groaned at the same time. “Fuck Y/N.”

Alden unclasped your bra, took it off and saw another surprise. “Damn you.” He groaned, diving into your breasts. “Does it—hurt?” He asked, softly touching your pierced nipples. You shook your head no. “Does it add sensations?” You eagerly nodded this time and he didn’t need more. He ran his tongue on one of your nipples and pinched the other. You bucked your hips, feeling his hard on against your center. He took care of your breasts for a moment, looking at you from time to time and the look on your face was pure bliss to Alden. He groaned against your skin and slid one of his hands inside your jeans. He stroked your pussy over the fabric of your panties and you moaned. “Alden, yes.”

You haven’t used his first name yet. That was all he ever wanted to hear for the rest of his life. It sounded like the fucking best melody he ever heard.

He kissed you again, before working on taking off your bottoms. He took everything at once, leaving you completely naked in front of him. “God you’re gorgeous.” He said, gently stroking your tights, drinking you in.

You grinned at him and extended your arms to touch his chest, “You’re quite handsome yourself.”

He leaned in to kiss you once more. “If you want to stop, just say it. No explanations needed.”

“Same for you.” you answered with a smirk and he laughed. Never did have that kind of answer before.

Alden made a trail of kisses from your lips to your chest, and ended between your legs. “Looking at me.” He said before having a first taste of you. He wanted to see your face while he did so and it was so much better than he imagined. The way your eyes rolled back and your hips jerked was perfection. If he thought he was already as hard as possible, you just proved him. You tasted delicious and Alden ate you like he ever eaten a pussy before. Maybe he was trying to prove a point. Maybe he wanted to be compared to your ex-husband, and surpassed him. But that wasn’t something he would never admit to you, or he would never hear the end of it.

He could your body tensing under him, “Fuck yes! Just like that.” You moaned, fisting a handful of his hair. He groaned against your cunt, sending vibrations through your body and you didn’t need more. An orgasm washed you over and you came on his face.

“Damn, Parker!” You were panting. Alden covered your body with his, and kissed you hard. You could taste yourself and you loved it.

“You can call me anything you want tonight, except that.” he told you.

You made out right there on the couch until you gained your strength back. When you did so, you pushed him away from you, forcing him to sit. He leaned back as you unbuckled his belt and freed his painful erection. You appreciated what was in front of you for a moment before giving him a few strokes. His head fell backwards and he moaned from the back of his throat. Just like it had been months for you since you had sex, it must have been the same for him.

You kissed and licked the head of his beautiful cock and took him in your mouth. You struggled with blowjobs before your husband. You didn’t appreciate having a penis inside your mouth until Raf. This was all for Alden’s benefit now, not that he knew that. You dedicated yourself to suck him off, loving how he was losing it. He uncontrollably gave a few thrusts inside your mouth but stopped himself, unsure you’d appreciate it. “Fuck my mouth, A.”

He didn’t need more. He held your hair in a ponytail and started to facefuck you. “Jesus, you’re so good.” He grunted, not stopping his hips. He loved how you were able to take all of him, even if you gagged a little. He kept looking at you, making sure you weren’t uncomfortable but he only saw lust in your eyes. When you thought he was about to come, he pulled on your hair, separating you from his cock. Only a trail of saliva connected you to him. “I’m not done with you just yet.” He said before making you stand up.

He kissed you again and moaned when he tasted himself on your tongue. “Go to the bedroom. Second door on the left.” He ordered.

While you were giving him the blowjob, he realized that you actually loved giving up control. So, if you liked being dominated, he was going to give it to you. He slapped your bare ass as you walked away and loved the smile you shot at him over your shoulder.

You lay down on his bed and took a quick look around you. There wasn’t much inside the bedroom and most of it was boxes. He probably moved you recently. Where was he leaving before? Why did he move? How long has he been divorced? Was there a chance for his daughter to interrupt you? You realized that you didn’t hate him all along, you just were intrigued by him. But with everything going on in your life, especially your divorce, you were mistaken. You didn’t think you would meet someone this soon. Too bad he was going to be your coworker.

So, the one night deal was perfect. The tension between you two would disappear, and you could work like two normal people. Or so you hoped.

Alden joined you, his jeans and briefs were gone and he was hiding something behind his back. “Do you trust me, sweetheart?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Not sure I should, but yes.” You smirked.

“Good. Sit on the edge and close your eyes.”

You briefly stared at him but did as you were told. You felt his body standing in front of you and heard clicking. You knew that sound all too well. With your eyes still closed, you smiled as Alden gently grabbed your wrists and put them behind your back. He kissed all over your face while handcuffing you. “I don’t care for safewords. You’re adults so if you want to stop, you just have to say so.” He kissed your nose and told you you could open your eyes.

You stared deep in each other’s eyes before he claimed your mouth, kissing you even harder than he had already. He was in control and you loved every second of it.

Alden made you stand up before making you bend over the bed, facing on the mattress, your ass on display. He spanked your left cheek and rubbed it right after. Your body jerked off and you moaned, so he did the same with your right cheek. “Damn sweetheart, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he groaned. You briefly felt his cock rubbing your ass before he moved away. You heard a wrapper being ripped and he was teasing your entrance. “God you’re so wet for me.” You turned your face the best you could to take a look at him. He looked incredibly sexy standing there, behind you. And when your eyes locked, you saw adoration in his eyes. You knew it because you saw this in Raf’s eyes countless times.

You closed your eyes for a brief second, shaking your ex-husband’s face away and refocused on Alden. “You okay?” he asked.

“More than okay.” You smiled.

And it was all he needed to push his cock inside you. It felt amazing how easily he bottomed out. You didn’t hold back your noises. You felt full and amazing and you wanted him to know. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He moaned before fastening his thrusts. Quickly, you could hear in the bedroom were the noises of the slaps of his skin against yours and the noises you were both making. He held your handcuffed hands before bending over you, his sweaty chest against your back. He had loosen the rhythm, but his thrusts were harder and deeper.

He kissed your hair and breathed in your scent. “You wrap me so well, Y/N.” He whispered. “I love how deep you can take me.”

Yes, you loved being talked to like that and Alden knew it. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” You cried out, and you immediately felt his hand reaching for your clit under you. He thrusted faster, rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Yes, Alden. God, yes!” Your body tensed as a second orgasm hit. You came hard on Alden’s cock and that was all he needed to come too. He loudly moaned in your ear, swearing and praising you at the same time.

He stayed inside you for a moment before pulling away. He made sure to take the handcuffs off before even bothering with the used condom around his softened cock. He made you lay down on your back. “Don’t move.” He said and disappeared for a few seconds.

Alden gently cleaned you up before sitting against the bed frame, taking you with him. Your back against your chest, he reached for your wrists and started to apply something on them. “What is it?” you asked.

“Just some lotion.”

He spent a long moment massaging your hands and wrists, it was extremely sweet and very domestic. “You’re not bad.” You smiled, leaning more against his chest.

“Sex wise and massage?”

“Massage, obviously.”

He softly chuckled against your ear. God, did this feel nice. “Of course.” He kissed your temple. When he was done, you stayed like this. When he felt you shivering, Alden grabbed his comforter and covered your bodies. “We have until the sun rises, right?” He asked, stroking your skin.

“Indeed.”

So until the sun did indeed rise, you and Alden had sex, took naps, had sex again and took another nap. Everytime was better than before. You both were exhausted but in an amazing kind of way.

“Are we gonna be okay, on Monday?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his waist. You woke up a minute ago and saw him standing in front of his window. He had his briefs back on, and was holding a mug. He put his free hand above yours.

“We have to.” He whispered.

You kissed his shoulder, moved in front of him and stole the mug from his hand. “Not if you do that again.” He chuckled and you stared at him while taking a sip of his coffee.

“I’m boss now, remember?” you teased. But you couldn’t quite believe that you actually were team leader.

“I had sex with my young and stunning boss, who’s also a pain in the ass. What does that make me?” He took his mug back and mimicked what you just did.

“Screwed.” You answered with a grin.

Alden was indeed screwed. But he knew he was from the moment you tackled him on the ground.

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missblissy · 3 years

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Hi!! I want some pain so the Hurt/comfort post, about Alastor x reader with 1, 2, 4, 12??

((Of course Nonny!! Sorry for such a wait!! I've got a lot of these to work on lol. REMEMBER!! REQUEST ARE CLOSED RIGHT NOW, EVERYONE!! IF YOU SEND ONE IN I WILL NOT DO IT! I've had a few other people send some in and I'm sorry to say I have to delete them. I do not have any more room to take any more prompt requests. Thank you everyone for understanding! NOW.... Enjoy the Modern!AU Angst >:D))

1: “We need to stop the bleeding – now!” 2: “I hate to see you hurt like this.” 4: “I want to help you, so please let me.” 12: “You’re normally the tough guy. Today, let me be tough for the both of us.”

Something about today had felt off. Ever since you woke up, it just felt... not right. As if your mind already knew what was going to happen before it actually did. But no one can really know that for sure. That's why it's called a gut feeling. And that feeling told you that today... You might just die.

You've tasted blood before. But for some reason this time it tasted sweet, rather than bitter, and full of iron. There wasn't much for you to focus on other than the lights from the ceiling flickering over your head. You faintly heard a doctor screaming, "We need to stop the bleeding! BP is dropping- Let's go! Now!"

How did you end up here again, violently broken and bleeding out? Oh, that's right... You were driving home after work. It was another late shift during the dead hours of the night. Drunk drivers were often out during these hours of the night. One just so happened to hit you, and now you're here in a hospital.

You just wanted to go home and sleep. You wanted to lay beside your husband and not have to worry about anything. That was not your case, however. And instead, you tried your best to speak. A nurse who was pushing you along the gurney said, "It's alright, we'll help you, you're safe now." But all you wanted to do was ask about your husband. For someone to tell him what was going on. You were sure he was at home, sleeping soundly and without a clue what had happened.

And Alastor wouldn't find out until the next morning. He'd wake up to several missed calls from dozens of people and some he didn't even know. This man didn't even get dressed. He ran out of the house still in his pajamas and floored it to the hospital. Along the way there, Alastor would throw a massive fit. He'd smash his hands on the steering wheel, beating himself up over not getting there sooner.

He'd curse and swear and honestly drive like a maniac. Every red light he got caught at only made him angrier with the world. His tires would spin and shoot smoke the second the light flickered green and off he rushed again.

Luckily, you were out of surgery long before Alastor got to the hospital. A nurse walked him to your room, and he found himself staring at a sight he'd never imagine. You were broken beyond belief. The nurse gave Alastor a sorry look, "Everything's stable, for now," The nurse said, "But...." She shook her head, "It was one of the worse car accidents we've ever seen. We did everything we could-"

"Coma..." Alastor said the single word, "Induced or?" The nurse shook her head.

"Brain damage, though there is still plenty of brain activity," That was good to hear. It meant you weren't brain dead... yet. The nurse gave him a sorry look, then with a nod of her head, she left him there. Alastor slowly walked into your room and closed the door behind him. He even turned all the blinds so no one could see in the little windows from the hallways. Everything felt wrong.

He stood at your bedside. Taking in everything. The tubes, the machines, the wires. Almost immediately he felt his eyes burn with the threat of tears. And when he placed a hand on your cheek he couldn't stop the waves of them rushing down his face.

The sheer pain of the situation made Alastor sob like a child for the first time in his adult life. He sat down beside you and grabbed your hand, "Dammit..." He squeezed tightly, "Dammit!" He let out a little shout and brought your hand to his cheek, "I hate this-" He let out a small cry, "I hate to see you like this, my poor dear-"

He couldn't stop the waves of tears sobbing from his eyes. He'd never let himself cry like this before, but he felt like if he didn't cry, he wouldn't have the chance to later. With anger, he ran a hand over his face, aggressively wiping his tears. He threw his glasses off his face and they clinked to the floor. Alastor's fingers ringed into his hair as he let out another sob and pushed his bangs out of his face. He had completely lost all of his composure. Every part of him was breaking down.

Alastor sat down in the chair by your bedside and buried his head in one of his hands. With his other hand, he still held firm to yours. His fingers dug into your skin as let out another sob, "Please-" He hiccuped, "Please...!" He looked up at your unconscious face with watery dark eyes, "Please be okay," He whispered the words out quickly as he brought your hand to his lips, "Please let me help you-" He spoke the words against your skin, "I want to help you- Please let me... Just!" He paused for another quick sob, "Please just give me a sign your still in there..."

He was never a man to pray to any kind of god. He didn't believe there was one, to begin with. But Alastor found himself praying, hoping that anything would happen. He couldn't lose you, and certainly not like this. You never sign any DNR papers or made it clear to your doctors that you didn't want to be resuscitated. But you did tell Alastor if there ever came a day that you needed machines to keep you alive, you had asked him to pull the plug.

With the weight of what was once just a silly conversation that had now come true, Alastor found himself drowning in misery. He rested his head on the back of your hand as sat in his chair. He looked at his glasses on the ground as tears splattered around them, "I don't want to kill you," He whispered with a cry, "I don't want to unplug you if there is a chance you'll come out of this."

The stone-cold silence lasted only a second between the beats of your heart monitor. A beep, then silence. Another beep, then silence again. Alastor found himself swelling with rage and anger, but mostly sadness. He shook his head slowly as he stared at the ground. This can't be happening... He thought This has to be a dream... This-

Something sounded off. The beeps were getting... faster? Alastor looked up and stared at the monitors. He didn't understand any of them, there were so many, but something was happening. He watched numbers flicker and change when suddenly he felt a tug at his hand.

You didn't make a sound or hardly move but you're squeezed his hand. Alastor had never been so hopeful for something so small. He shot out of his chair with enough force to tip it over behind him.

"Darling!?" Alastor firmly gripped your hand and leaned over you. He let his free hand brush your hair out of your face as he asked, "Darling, please, for the love of god- Can you hear me?"

He waited, and waited some more. Suddenly her felt your hand squeeze him again while he searched your face for any signs, "oh my god-" He whispered to himself as he watched your face twitch with pain before your eyes flickered open. With lightning speed Alastor ran to the door of your room and swung it open, "Someone get a nurse!" He shouted into the hallway, "Please!" He ignored most of the odd stares he was getting.

It wasn't a second later that a small team of nurses rushed in to check on you. You had certainly woken up and the tubes down your throat were not comfortable at all. The intubation tubes were removed, along with the feeding tubes, while others updated your stats. Alastor waited nervously in the corner of the room as he watched a team of people work over you. He felt so helpless that he couldn't watch for long. He'd leave the room and wait in the hallway, trying his best to ignore the painful coughs and groans as tubes were pulled out of your throat.

When the nurses left, Alastor quickly went back into the room and to your side. You had only just started breathing on your own again. It was much harder to breathe than ever before, but you still managed. You were still groggy, swore, and very much in pain. Despite this, you still let the smallest and weakest smile crawl along your lips, "Hey..." Was the first thing you said to your husband.

You watched as Alastor's eyes flickered all over your form. From the casts, the pins, the cuts, and bruises. He searched your face for serval minutes than began a weak laugh that sounded similar to a cry, "H-hey..." He said with a long sigh, he even tried to wear a smile that just didn't sit right on his face.

"Al..." You raised a weak and tired hand to his face. He immediately pressed his cheek into the palm of your hand and shook his head, "I'm sorry," You said. But you had nothing to be sorry for, you didn't cause this or intend for it to happen.

He couldn't say anything, Alastor was too caught up with his feelings. You watched him break down all over again as if he was still living with the fear that you might die, "Hey- hey," You raised your hand slightly and made him look at you, "I'm alright," It was hard to see him so broken down like this, "I'm okay, I'm here." You reassured him, "I'm not going anywhere."

Alastor shook his head quickly as if he didn't want to bother you with his feelings. He sucked in a quick gasp for air then sobbed out, "I'm not strong enough to deal with something like this- Ever-.... I can't lose you." He said quickly.

You couldn't really scoot over but thankfully the bed was rather large. You gave Alastor's arm a tug and he quickly climb in and curled up beside you. He was careful to stay clear of any broken bones as he made himself comfortable.

You stared at the ceiling while Alastor shut his eyes and buried himself into the crook of your neck, you used your free hand to comb his hair despite the pain it caused you to move, "That's alright," You finally told him, "No one is strong enough to deal with something like this. You're normally so tough and good at hiding your emotions. But you don't have to do that. I'm alive, I lived, I can be tough enough for the both of us, even if it's just for today."

Alastor curled himself as close as he could beside you. He wanted nothing more than to hide and forget about this day, he knew how impossible that was but he still wanted it. You could feel his tears running from his face and onto your skin. He couldn't stop crying when normally he never cried. He didn't even cry at his mother's funeral. Even though you were the one in the car accident, somehow you felt that Alastor was in the most pain.

"Please don't ever leave me," His voice was raspy and broken as he spoke against the skin of your neck.

With a sad and sorry look on your face, you did your best to pull him closer and wrap your arm around him. You pressed your forehead against his and you felt a set of tears drop from your eyes. You did your best to smile as you spoke, "I won't," You promised, "I'll never leave you, I'll always be here."

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the-lonelybarricade · 3 years

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Hiii!! I've been following your work since the beginning and i just wanted to give u a big squeeze of a hug for blessing us with all of your fics 'cause i feel like we don't deserve u for blessing us with all these wonderful feysand content that u are sharing.

I hope all is well with ur life and in ur studies, and if it's not too much to ask, would you consider writing a feysand au where Feyre & Rhys aren't mates, but are happily in love and in a relationship--when all of a sudden, one of them meets their mate (preferably Rhys..?) or something like that 😚. Won't lie to u that im dying to know what events would play out and how Feyre would react if this scenario happened. Really no pressure to write this or anything just wanted to try my luck with this idea :DD. Thank u!

Bestie, ooof. What are you trying to do to me? Can you imagine how heartbreaking that would be for Feysand to be happy and in love, waiting patiently for the mating bond to snap only to find out they were star-crossed lovers all along? Well you don’t have to imagine it, because I already have. And if I’m going to be in torment over Feysand angst, I’m (affectionately) dragging you all down with me.

P.s. thank you for the submission lovely, I hope you enjoy <3

The Chains That Bind Us

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Feyre and Rhysand were happily married. For 300 years, they had basked in what seemed like an infinite stretch of rapture, working alongside and complimenting each other with a grace and chemistry that had always felt predestined. They had always been certain they were mates, but time had flowed on and neither had felt the inkling of that special, magic bond.

They have resigned that perhaps the mating bond will never snap, perhaps that’s simply not what they were to one another, but that was okay. It was enough to be husband and wife, to be High Lord and Lady, to be happy and in love. They didn’t need a mating bond to reaffirm what they felt for one another. Things were already perfect as they were.

Until they weren’t. Until they had journeyed together to Illyria to oversee the announcement of the first all-female battalion. It had been a long term goal of Rhysand and his brothers to finally battle back the long ingrained sexism of Illyrian culture, and the visit was meant to be a celebration. A liberating ceremony, in honor of their mothers and all the females who had been victims of prejudice.

But when the leader of the battalion stepped forward to be acknowledged for her accomplishments, Rhysand had gone rigid at Feyre’s side, his breathing suddenly ragged. His pupils were blown wide, eyes fixed, riveted to the female.

Feyre felt her whole world had imploded in that moment. Especially when that female’s eyes had met her High Lord’s and had frozen just the same, the two bearing matched expressions of awe and disbelief.

She was certain she was going to be sick. Such a thing would be far from befitting of a High Lady, so Feyre had immediately winnowed back to their River House, back into their bathroom where she was instantly emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl.

Rhysand was there not too long after, holding back Feyre’s hair. They said nothing to each other, not until Feyre had recovered enough to turn and face her husband.

She was entirely unprepared for the way her heart shattered to meet his face, to meet those lovely eyes she had loved for centuries. Eyes that had only moments before been staring at another female with so much blind devotion it had torn her open.

“Feyre—” he started.

“I suppose we should have assumed that something like this could happen,” she interrupted, because she couldn’t bear to hear him apologize. Not for something like this, something that was entirely out of either of their control.

“It doesn’t change anything,” he insisted, but there was a strain to his voice that had never been present before. A bite that Feyre was convinced was the result of Rhysand battling against his instincts to return to Illyria, to that female.

“It changes everything, Rhys.”

She was already weeping as she choked the words out, because speaking them made them true. Those few centuries of bliss between them, they were a bubble, a perfectly crafted delusion that had finally popped.

“I love you,” Rhys seethed, as though arguing with himself. “I don’t even know that females name—”

“It doesn’t matter, Rhys. She’s your—”

“Don’t say it,” he begged, his voice a broken rasp. “Please, don’t say it.”

Somehow, that made it impossibly worse. That Rhys had been gifted this incredible, Cauldron-blessed thing, but was scorning it for her sake. Most Fae dreamed of the moment their mating bond would snap, and here was her husband acting as if it was his worst nightmare.

But Feyre knew what it was like for males. She knew he was clawing against every instinct in his mind, screaming at him to go to his mate, to know her name, to claim her. Feyre stifled another sob. Rejected mating bonds could drive a male mad. How could she ever think to do that to him? How could she deny him this piece of himself?

What broke her heart more than anything is that Feyre knew he would. Rhysand would reject his bond, would let that intrinsic part of his soul be torn away, for her sake. If Feyre asked, he would stay. He would stay and be miserable.

“I can’t do this to you, Rhys. I can’t force you to stay with me out of duty. I will not be your jailor.”

“You are my wife,” Rhys choked, reaching for her hand. He drew her palms to his face, allowing her to caress his cheeks. He shut his eyes as he nuzzled into her touch, causing his unshed tears to fall, racing down to collect at her hands. “You are my High Lady. You are the only one I want to be with.”

That wrecked another sob through Feyre’s body, which came out as a harsh exhale as she tried to restrain it. “You’d be a broken male without her, Rhys. The Cauldron—” she sucked in a strangled breath. Some truths were just too difficult to confront— “The Cauldron didn’t intend for us to be together.”

“Damn the Cauldron,” he growled, reaching for her with newfound conviction. “No one and nothing can decide who I love. No one can tell me that you are not who I belong with—who I belong to.”

Feyre allowed him to bundle her in his arms, to press her fiercely against his chest. She knew moments like this were fleeting, where they could hold each other as husband and wife. Already, their love was tarnished. Tainted. Blood spilled onto white snow. How long would it take for this mating bond to seep, to spill into the cracks, to spread until it consumed them? She couldn’t see an outcome where they could stay together unblemished, where they wouldn’t come to resent one another.

“Rhysand, listen to me love,” Feyre said, and found that her voice was steadier than she anticipated. “I care more about you being happy than I care about that happiness being found with me. Do you understand?”

“I would not be happier without you, Feyre.” His voice was ripe with earnesty. When she turned those eyes to meet his, those violet depths were burning, the silver constellations completely eclipsed by molten amethyst. He swallowed thickly. “Do I… want that female? Yes.” Feyre cringed to hear her husband admit it outloud. “But, that is just my instincts. I will be able to manage them with time. This bond is nascent. My love for you? It’s endured for centuries. The cauldron is not faultless; my parents were mates and they were miserable together. I could never imagine someone so perfect to walk beside me as you, Feyre. I do not seek another, no matter what fate has to say for it.”

Feyre allowed the comfort of his words to wash over her. She rested her head against Rhysand’s shoulder, inhaling his familiar scent, letting herself lavish in the rhythm of him, the beat of his heart steady in his chest.

“I will understand if you change your mind,” she whispered. “I do not hold you to your vows. If you become unhappy, if one day you cannot resist the pull you feel towards her… I will not hold it against you. I give you permission to… to leave me.”

Rhys let out a small, rueful laugh before he pressed a tender kiss to her temple. “How could I desert a love that is so selfless? The least I could do in the wake of such a declaration is promise to never see that female again.”

Feyre shook her head emphatically. “Don’t promise me that, Rhys. Just—just promise me that we’ll always be honest with each other. That we’ll always be a team, whether it be as rulers, or as lovers, or… or just as friends.”

“I promise,” he swore. “I vowed on my court and crown that I will love you for eternity. And I still know that to be true, even now. My soul… it might belong to someone else. But my heart, Feyre, it will always belong to you.”

There was something irreparably changed between them. They both knew it, could sense the way it lingered between them. The first crack, and possibly not the last. What they had was fragile now, but they had a gift for being delicate with one another.

The silence hung between them, a wretched, discomfiting presence that had never been there before. Both not quite sure what to say, not quite sure where this put them. She watched Rhysand’s lower lip quiver, understood that it was from the strain of not burdening her with his own turmoil over the situation.

Feyre tutted as she threw her arms around him, recognizing the signs of his crumbling. Rhys bowed his head in shame, burying his face into her chest.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped against her, releasing a sob of his own. “I’m sorry it couldn’t have been you. I wanted it to be you. I’m a failure of a husband, for putting you through this.”

“You are an excellent husband,” Feyre protested, threading her fingers through his hair soothingly. Her voice was still raw. “I don’t blame you for this, Rhys. I love you just the same.”

He lifted his head so their tear-stained faces were level. His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, still glistening in silver. “What do we do now?”

They clung to each other so tightly, as if they pressed hard enough they could redirect fate, could mold their souls together and correct the misdeed of the Cauldron.

“I don’t know,” Feyre answered, burying her face in his shoulder as if it would hide her from the truth of the world. “I suppose we have no choice but to keep going. We’ll find our footing again. Together. And if we don’t… well, maybe we can wish on the stars.”

There was a huff of air at her ear. A laugh, she guessed, or something like it, something wry and humorless. Rhys moved underneath her, and Feyre pulled away to watch in confusion as her husband rose to his feet.

He extended his hand towards her. Curious, Feyre accepted, allowing him to pull her to her feet. In a blink, they were on the rooftop, beneath the stars. She hadn’t even realized the sun had set until she was staring up at the impossibly bright cosmos.

“Where better to find our footing than under those very stars?”

She turned to him, and Rhys was staring at her the way he had on starfall, all those centuries ago. Staring at her as if she were the brightest star in the sky, as though he looked to Feyre to cast his wishes.

“Will you dance with me, wife?”

Not convinced she was capable of speech, Feyre nodded. Using the hand he still held, Rhys twirled her into his arms. And though no music played, they found their own rhythm, lost in the cadence of each other, spinning endlessly under the stars.

As they swayed under the endless expanse of sky and starlight, Feyre mused how even the brightest of stars eventually burned out, but that didn’t make them any less worth wishing on. That didn’t mean they weren’t worth fighting for.

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