Being The Daughter Of Hades & Forced To Marry Morpheus Would Include…

COMFORT ME

requested by anon :)

james comforts you as you think maybe your life would be better if you were still alive

warnings: soft james 🥺 also this is smut. not really kinky at all but like just super cute, soft smut.

words: 3.2K

Life as a ghost was a lot harder than your husband led it on to be. It was so lonely. You missed your family, and your friends, and your home. And while you absolutely loved James and appreciated the life he had given you in the Hotel Cortez, you found yourself always thinking about what life outside was doing without you.

James was gone somewhere in the hotel taking care of business with Elizabeth and you were left alone in the large suite, thinking about what your life would be like right now if you hadn’t let James kill you here. You thought about living on your own in a house close to your parents with maybe a successful husband — not saying James wasn’t successful, maybe just a husband who was alive — and maybe two kids with a dog and a good paying job.

You thought about these things often. You had all the time in the world to think about a different life, and usually it wouldn’t affect you much. It would cross your mind and you’d shrug it off before moving on, but today, they weighed heavy on your mind. No matter what kind of activity you tried to do to get your mind off of it, it was always there, eating you up inside.

You were finally hitting a breaking point when you were making dinner for your husband and yourself. You stared down at the steak searing in the pan when you thought about how you could just not eat it and be completely fine. How you could never eat or drink or even breathe and be completely the same. How the only reason you were doing this was to get some sense of a life you had previously. Tears welled up in your eyes before you pushed the pan off of the stove and turned off the heat.

“God dammit,” you whispered and wiped your tears away from your cheeks. You hardly ever cried, and you hadn’t ever cried in front of James. It was something that the both of you never did in front of the other. Not that you were uncomfortable with it, you both were just strong individuals and hardly sought for emotional support in each other. And it wasn’t like you never wanted to comfort James emotionally, he just never let his emotions truly show. And it was the same for you.

You let a few more tears fall down your cheeks before wiping them away once more, trying to focus back on making steak for your husband. You sniffled and as you stared at the steak, you only felt your tears come on stronger. “Okay, what the fuck, man?” you mumbled as you once again had to push the steak off of the heat.

“Mrs. March, would you like me to finish making this for James?” Miss Evers appeared behind you as you broke down. You nodded at her before moving over to the bedroom, tears spilling down your face as you try to compose yourself before James would get back. But you couldn’t. The tears kept coming and your body trembled as you sobbed on the bed, your head in your hands.

The door opened and shut in the living room, but you didn’t notice, trying to control your sobs still. You curled up on the bed, hoping that relaxing in your bed sheets would bring to you some reality and help you calm down. Footsteps sounded in the hallway to your bedroom of your suite, being deafened to yourself by your own sobs. The bedroom door swung open, revealing your husband in his usual suit and tie attire. You heard the door open and sat up immediately, wiping what other tears might be on your cheeks before forcing a smile onto your lips toward James. “H-hey, my love,” you greeted him, hoping he hadn’t seen you crying just moments later.

But, he did. He had a frown on his lips before making his way over to you, “what’s wrong, my dear?” He set his hat down on the table on the side of the bed, shrugging off his suit jacket and placing it on the chair in the corner of the room before sitting down beside you. He didn’t know how to comfort you, honestly. The man hardly knew how to comfort himself so seeing you cry really was difficult to solve.

He lifted a hand, placing it on your back and rubbed slow, small circles in between your shoulder blades. You sniffled a bit before shaking your head and looking down at your hands, “it’s nothing.” You fiddled with your fingers just a bit as you leaned into your lover’s touch, appreciating just his touch.

“You’re crying, darling,” he stated, bringing his other hand to your chin to make you look at him. His dark eyes looked into your own for a moment before looking at the wetness on your cheeks and bringing his thumb to wipe it away. He leaned in a bit, placing his lips on your cheeks, the saltiness of your tears invading his mouth.

“I-I,” you stuttered before pulling back from James, letting out a sigh. You weren’t about to tell him what you were crying about. It would absolutely destroy him if you admitted to him you were unhappy with your afterlife. You knew that he would try to take it personally, but you didn’t want to take the chance of hurting him at all. It was already bad enough that you were upset. You didn’t want you both to be emotional messes. “It’s truly nothing,” you whispered to him.

His frown deepened, his eyes softening up as he continued to rub the circles into your back. “Darling, please,” he pleaded, his voice soft, but still holding his accent heavily.

You took in a deep breath, sucking onto your lower lip for a moment, “I miss my family.” You looked away from James as you continued, knowing it wouldn’t be a substantial enough answer for him, “I just wish I could grow old… have kids, a house, a future.” You could feel the tears stinging your eyes again as you put your head in your hands once more, crying into them.

James hushed you, putting his own feelings aside to help you. He was hurt, wanting only to make your afterlife perfect, but he understood how difficult it was to shift from having a future to having the same reality everyday. He wrapped his arms around, pulling you into his lap. You rested your cheek against his chest, your mascara staining the white shirt he had on. He rested a hand on your cheek, wiping the tears away as they fell down. “My love,” he started, burying his face in your hair, kissing the top of your head before continuing, “I know how frustrating it is. Eternal living in one home is extremely aggravating.”

“I-I’m sorry, Ja-,” you got cut off by James pushing a sweet kiss to your lips causing you to immediately melt in his touch. You kissed him back with just as much love, closing your eyes as the two of you molded your mouths together.

He slowly pulled back, opening his eyes once more to look down at you, “don’t apologize, my dear. I wish to see you expressing your emotions more often. It’s the only way I can help.” He brushed your hair out of your face and whispered, “I love you. I would do anything to ensure you were happy. Invite your parents to the hotel, my love. I would love to meet them.”

You tilted your head at him for a moment before whispering, “really?”

“Of course, my love,” he pushed a soft kiss to your jaw as he spoke causing you hum a bit in response, “and if you want a home, I could have this hotel torn down by noon tomorrow and a house built on this very property where we can live. I don’t think you like the many spirits crammed into one living confinement, however.” He pushed another kiss after another to your skin, moving to your neck.

“I would n-never ask you to do that, James,” you said in response, your fingers finding their way into his hair as his lips worked against your neck. The kisses were delicate as if he were afraid to break you, but passionate as to show you how much he loves you. He hummed against your skin as you tugged lightly on his raven locks.

He took in a deep breath before pulling back from your skin for a moment, whispering, “I want you happy, darling. Anything you want.” He slowly brought a hand up to your neck, pushing the collar of your shirt to expose your shoulder. “I love you, Mrs. March,” he whispered before pushing his lips onto your shoulder, slowly undoing the top button to your blouse as he kissed your skin.

“I love you, too,” you mumbled before closing your eyes once more and focusing your attention on his lips on your body. You sucked in a harsh breath as his lips tickled your sweet spot on your neck, feeling the man smirk just a bit against your skin, knowing what spot he just got.

You let out a small whine when he pulled away from your body, gently placing you back down on the bed, resting your head on the pillows. He hovered over you, his hands placed on either side of your head before leaning down, pushing another gentle kiss to your lips. You kissed back, cupping his cheeks as you moved your lips in sync, his tongue prodding at your lips as the two of you made out.

You parted your lips for him, letting his tongue roam every inch of your mouth. You let out a soft moan against his lips, letting your hands wander down to the buttons on his shirt, slowly beginning to undo them until his chest was fully exposed to you. You slowly pulled away from his lips, looking over his body as your fingers delicately ran over his muscles. He shakily took in a breath, letting your hands do as they wish. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, bringing a hand to your blouse once again and finished popping the buttons. He felt himself harden at the sight of your partially exposed boobs, leaning down and pressing gentle kisses to them.

You moaned, tangling one of your hands into his hair once more and tugging as he slowly started to suck deep red hickeys onto your breasts. He moaned against your body, bringing his hands under you and unclasping your red bra. He looped his fingers around the straps and brought it down off of your body, fully releasing your boobs from the piece of clothing. He groaned at the sight beneath him and gently dragged a finger down the middle of your chest, his breath shaky as he continued to drag his finger down your stomach and to your pants, using his hand to push them down to your knees before sitting back, tugging them down the rest of the way. While he sat back, he shrugged off his shirt and undid his belt, pulling it through the loops and quickly pushing off his pants as well, leaving you both in your underwear.

Your eyes wandered down his body. Even though you had seen his body countless times before, it never failed to amaze you. He was incredibly beautiful. “Wow,” you whispered as you played with the hem of his white briefs.

He chuckled, watching your hands as they played around the area he needed you the most, “patience, darling. Tonight is about you.” He brought his hands to your hips, tangling his fingers in your lacy red panties before pulling them down to join your other discarded clothes. He leaned down in between your legs, taking in the beauty that was your wet cunt waiting for him. He let his minty breath hit your clit as he leaned down closely to it and whispered, “you never fail to amaze me, my love.” He pressed a soft kiss to your clit causing you to let out a low moan, feeling your pussy only grow wetter and hotter and needier with the minimum contact.

He delicately started to lick at your clit, your back arching off of the bed as his tongue worked slow circles into the bundle of nerves. He brought a hand from your hip, aligning his pointer and middle finger to your entrance and steadily slid them into you. “J-James,” you moaned out, tossing your head to the side against the pillows. He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a leisurely pace at first, his fingertips rubbing up against your g-spot as he sped up his tongue against your cunt.

He slowly rutted his hips against the bed, moaning against your clit causing a shiver to go down your spine. His fingers curled inside of you, assaulting that one spot inside of you that made your toes curl. He picked up the pace inside of you, locking your clit with expert precision, loving the taste of you on his tongue. He pulled back just for a moment, his fingers still fucking into you, causing you to whimper as the sudden loss of contact. “I love you,” he repeated the whisper, his cool breath hitting your clit. His eyes were on your cunt, watching his fingers disappear in you over and over before whispering the three words once more against your pussy before going back to licking on your clit.

You could feel your orgasm building up fast. Usually, James would have you ask if you could cum, but that was for more bondage sex. It was hardly ever that James would be so slow and passionate with you. As his tongue kept prodding at your cunt, practically suckling on your clit, his fingers pushing against your sweet spot, you began to let go, gripping his hair tightly in your hands as you came, your juices finding their way onto James’ chin as he continued to attack your clit through your first climax of the night.

James slowly pulled back, humming in delight at the taste you’ve left on his tongue. His chin glistened, wet with your cum. “You taste so delicious, my love,” he whispered as he pushed down his briefs, allowing his cock to bounce out of them, earning a moan from you just at the sight. He brought the two fingers that were once inside of you to his lips, licking off the remaining juices before resting his hand on your hip, leaning down above you to press delicate kisses to your neck once again.

You were still coming down from your high when he started to run the head of his cock along your folds, collecting any remaining wetness onto his member. “Do you want me to do this, darling?” he asked against your neck, pulling back just for a second to look at your face as you responded. James was a consent king when it came to you, but he hardly asked in the middle like this. He truly just wanted you to be comfortable.

“Of course,” you whispered in response and brought a hand up to his cheek again, leaning up to place a passionate kiss to his lips. He smiled against your lips before slowly sliding into you, groaning as he bottomed out.

He pulled back from your lips and began to move his hips slowly, setting a gentle yet pleasurable pace. You gasped at how good it felt to have James make love to you rather than ruthlessly fucking you into the bed sheets. Either was amazing, you concluded, and also thought about how this was the perfect way to comfort you after having such dark thoughts. This made you feel so much better, and content with the life you had chosen. And it’s not that it was just because the sex was good, but it made you feel loved.

James tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear as he moaned out, his hips gradually beginning to pick up pace. He held your hip in one hand, your cheek in the other, his thumb casually wiping the mascara stains on your face off as he thrusts into you. You looked into his dark eyes for a moment before closing your eyes, your body overwhelmed with pleasure again already.

James’ cock knew the exact place to hit inside of you, the tip of it grazing your g-spot with every buck of his hips. He groaned as you tightened around him, a sign that you were already so close to your second orgasm. He sucked in a sharp breath as he began to thrust just a bit faster, leaning down to the crook of your neck and peppering sweet kisses there once more, whispering, “I love you, darling. Cum whenever you need to, okay? Don’t hold back for me, my dear.”

You hummed in response to his words, moving your legs to wrap around his waist. The new position had his dick thrusting straight into your sweet spot, his skin rubbing against your clit as he thrusted. It was impossible to hold back any moans or whimpers on your end, the pool of pleasure threatening to already be released if you were to let it. James was almost there, too, the tightness and warmth of your pussy making it incredibly difficult to hold back anything.

“J-James, I-I’m gonna-!” you moaned out before being cut off by your husband.

“Me too, l-love, cum for me,” he whispered, low groans leaving his lips as continued to move his hips at a sweet pace.

You let go, your legs trembling around James’ waist and your back arching off of the bed. Small gasps and moans left your lips as the heat washed over your body, tossing your head back into the pillows as James fucked you through your high, his thrusts starting to grow sloppy as he could feel his own climax growing closer and closer.

“Fuck,” he whispered, thrusting just a couple of more times before bottoming out deeply inside of you, groaning low as he came in you. The thick ropes of cum laced your walls, making you moan at the feeling. As James pulled back, you cupped his face and pressed a long, loving kiss to his lips.

Once you pulled away, James collapsed beside you onto the bed, turning you to face him, his cock still buried deep inside you. You nuzzled close to his chest, peppering sweet kisses to his collarbone as he lit a cigarette and took a drag from the stick. “Thank you,” you whispered, watching his movements.

“For what, my love?” he questioned and looked down at your face with a smile.

“Comforting me.”

“Oh,” he shook his head and let out a soft chuckle before continuing, “that’s my job, my dear. I wish for you only to be happy. Now,” he set his cigarette down on the ashtray before pressing a kiss to your forehead, “about your parents coming to visit. I was thinking we could…”

The two of you spent the rest of the night discussing a plan of your parents visiting, and also discussed future plans, giving you something to look forward to in the afterlife. You were so grateful for James and he was grateful for you. After tonight, you were assured that you wouldn't want your life to be any different.

tags (the way i keep forgetting this): @kitwalker64 @spider-starry @kitwalker02 @mossybank @forevercountess @taikawho @kitwalkerangel @tatestripedsweater @milly-louise

Don't Stand So Close To Me

Five was doing his best to resist you. You were too young for him. Too eager. But when he decided to try and scare you straight, he got a little more than he bargained for. That's when he realized maybe he wasn't as strong as he thought he was.

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 6,700 words, One-shot

Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, everyone is an adult

This was born from a request I received for Five with a young(ish) woman that won't leave him alone. I have modified a few things, but I hope it still works! ❤️

Five sighed and rolled his eyes when he saw you coming toward him. He had been balancing a bag of dry cleaning in one hand and cup of coffee in the other and was just about to chance blinking inside his apartment instead of using the door when he heard your greeting.

“Damn it,” he muttered to himself, wishing he had just risked spilling his beverage all over his newly pressed suits by disappearing inside. Now he was stuck.

“Here, let me help!” you chirped, jogging up to him.

“No thanks, I’ve got it,” Five argued, but as he did so the bag of clothes nearly slipped from his hand.

“Got it!” you exclaimed with a smile, snatching up the bag.

Five gave a weary smile and another sigh. “Thank you.”

“No problem!”

As Five fished around in his pocket for his key, he tried not to make eye contact with you. Actually, he tried not to have anything to do with you most of the time. You just hadn’t gotten the hint.

“What are you up to tonight?” you asked, and Five could hear the twinge of hopefulness in your voice.

“Oh, you know…the same as usual. Make some dinner, watch Unsolved Mysteries, and go to bed.” He opened the door and took the dry cleaning from you. “Typical old man stuff.”

You nodded as if you knew exactly what he was talking about. You did know, in a way. You knew all about Five’s history, his powers, and his actual age. It’s hard to keep that shit private when your entire life has been broadcast across the world for everyone to witness. Unfortunately, at least from Five’s point of view, you didn’t seem to care.

You bit at your fingernail and looked down at the ground. Five wasn’t about to invite you in, so he waited for an uncomfortable few seconds before speaking up again.

“Ok, well, thanks for your help. Have a good night.”

“Oh…ok,” you said sadly. “Good night, Five.”

As Five stepped inside his apartment and flicked on the light, he draped his bag of suits over a chair, taking a sip of his coffee. He shoved a hand in his pocket and looked around his small, quiet apartment. It wasn’t much; just a shitty one-bedroom with a miniscule kitchen. But that was all he needed. That and to be left alone.

Despite trying to keep a safe distance from you, you had yet to be deterred. Five knew you liked him; it was pretty obvious. Ever since he moved into the building, you hadn’t missed an opportunity to corner him at the mailboxes, or in the hallway. Being trapped in the elevator was the most awkward, so Five tried his best to avoid those encounters by blinking around as much as possible. You always seemed to catch him, though.

It's not that Five didn’t like you. You were sweet, and cute, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t flattered that you were so into him. The problem was that you were 21 and he was in his late sixties. Old enough to be your grandfather; at least mentally. Physically, he was in your same age range, which he assumed made things very confusing for you. While you did know all about his older consciousness, Five figured you conveniently forgot most of the time. Like when you wore those tiny little running shorts with a sports bra and decided to do some warm up stretches directly in front of his door.

Five wasn’t fully immune to your little come-ons. He still had a pulse, after all. Not to mention the hormones and libido of a much younger man. Still…even after all that he had witnessed and done throughout his life, he had managed to hold onto a couple scraps of morality. And only sleeping with women who were over the age of 30 was a personal rule of his.

He wasn’t sure why he picked that age; it was still more than half of his. But he figured most people’s brains had fully matured by then and it made him feel like less of a sexual deviant. He hadn’t had a date or any hook ups in a while, though. Most nights he just came back to his place and did exactly what he told you he did. Old man stuff.

As he stood there, contemplating all of this, there was a knock at his door. Five rolled his eyes yet again and set his coffee down. When he opened the door, there you were, as he suspected. You looked up at him with nervous eyes that couldn’t quite hold his own while holding two large containers of food and a bottle of red wine.

“Hi, again. What can I do for you?”

“Hi, Five. So, it turns out I made too much food for dinner, so I wondered if you wanted some?” You held out the containers to him. “It’s spaghetti and a salad, and I had this bottle of wine that I thought would go well with it. It’s nothing fancy, but I know you’re alone, so you probably don’t have anyone to cook for you…” Your voice trailed off and you looked away.

Five ran a hand down the back of his neck and looked down the hallway. No one else was around and he was hungry. He reached out to take the food, but left you holding the wine.

“Thank you, that’s really nice of you.”

Your eyes lit up at his compliment and you smiled. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all. I cook all the time, so anytime you want me to make you something, just let me know. I’m pretty good at it.”

Five chuckled. “I have no doubt that you are. It looks great.” He was about to go back into his apartment, when he looked back at your disappointed face. Shit. If he didn’t invite this girl in, he was going to look like a real asshole. He was definitely going to regret this, though. “Would you like to come in and join me for dinner? Looks like you made plenty for both of us.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

Five smiled gently and shook his head. “No, you’re not. Come on in.”

After you stepped in, and Five busied himself making plates of food for the two of you, you set the wine on the kitchen table and looked around his place.

“Wow, I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it.”

Five looked up while he opened the wine. “Isn’t it just the same as your place?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it is. Which is why I’m surprised. I thought yours would be a little…”

“Old man-ish?” Five grinned as he handed you the glass of Pinot Noir.

“…sexier,” you answered with a sly grin, taking the glass from him.

Five’s eyebrows raised. “Sexier?”

You shrugged and took a sip. “I don’t know. I expected more black and leather. Like a real bachelor pad, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s not really me,” he said with a quiet chuckle. “I’m not exactly a swinging bachelor these days.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Oh, no? How come?”

Five saw he had backed himself into a corner and he didn’t really want to get into his love life with you, so he cleared his throat and gestured to the table. “Food’s ready.”

As you sat across from one another at Five’s small dining table, the initial awkwardness began to wear off as the wine started taking effect. You became a little bolder in your flirting, and Five was finding he didn’t mind as much as he usually did. By the time dinner was finished, and another bottle of red was opened, you had moved to the living room to continue your conversation. Five sat down on the couch as you plopped in the armchair across from him, tucking your leg up under you, making your shorts slide up your bare thigh. Five couldn’t help but notice, and you caught him in the act.

As you continued your small talk, Five watched as you fidgeted in your chair. Every adjustment of your body seemed to be just for him, and he found his mouth pooling with saliva that he tried very hard to subtly swallow back down. It was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. The smooth, bare skin of your legs, the curves of your breasts, the way your lips looked so damn delicious as you talked. He was in trouble.

“So,” he said, his voice cracking. “It’s getting late.”

You nodded with an upturn of your mouth before standing up and crossing to Five. As you loomed over him, he looked up, his gaze traveling the full length of your body. The wine was giving you more confidence that you normally would have. He looked so damn good, sitting there with his hair a little disheveled from running his hand through it all night, and you weren’t quite ready for the evening to end yet. You reached down, taking his wine glass to set it on the table with your own. When you climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs, and draping your arms over his shoulders, he was shocked into silence.

Your warm groin settled over his lap with your tits pressed against his chest. Breathing harder, his hands automatically came to rest on your hips as he looked up at you. You smiled, your hair framing your face as you leaned in to kiss him.

Five closed his eyes, his grip on you tightening for a second as he kissed you in return. You moaned softly into his mouth, pressing yourself down when you felt him start to harden beneath you. That’s when he woke from his trance and pulled his head back.

“Stop.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Look…I like you, but we can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“Well, there’s a lot of reasons, but namely I’m way too old for you. And you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

Five rolled his eyes. “Ok, well, I am. And that doesn’t change the fact that I’m about three times older than you.”

“I don’t care.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but this needs to stop before it goes any further.”

“You’re sure that’s what you want?” you asked, tilting your head to the side and giving just a little push into his crotch.

He shook his head slowly, exhaling a long breath. “No, but it’s what needs to happen. Understand?”

After you reluctantly left, Five cleaned up the kitchen, jerked off in the shower, and went to bed trying very hard not to think of you anymore. Over the next two weeks, he did everything he could think of not to run into you in the building again. He was afraid that not only would it be awkward, but that he would start feeling things he shouldn’t.

The truth was, you had gotten to him. Despite his best efforts, that little stunt you pulled by climbing into his lap had worked. Fuck, had it worked. Not a day went by when he wasn’t imagining what would have happened had he not cut it short. Those firm tits pressed against him and your soft lips against his…shit, he was going insane. He had to keep to his rule, though. You were just too young.

But you did not give up easily. You knew what you wanted and you were determined to make him see you as the adult you really were.

“Five!” you called with a little wave, as you caught him trying to enter his apartment one evening.

When Five saw you, he cursed under his breath. He really did not have the energy to deal with you. He had just gotten back from a job and he was not in the mood for your little antics.

“You can’t keep coming over here like this, I’ve told you that,” Five explained, turning his focus back to the key in the door.

“I just wanted to say hi,” you said with an innocence that he wasn’t buying.

“Yeah, I know what you’re doing,” he grumbled.

You paused. “I’m sorry about what happened before, Five. I understand why you might be hesitant, but you know…”

“What do I know?”

“I am an adult, like I said. You don’t have to keep treating me like I’m a kid.”

“You are a kid,” Five shot back.

You looked up at him with a tiny smirk. “From what I remember, it didn’t feel like you thought I was a kid the other night.”

Five’s jaw set, his teeth grinding together. He wasn’t going to stand there and get made fun of by some girl that was determined to get in his pants, even if he did have the beginnings of a boner when she sat on his lap.

“Just stay away from me, ok?” he snarled. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Oh, please, Five…I think I can handle—”

Five turned abruptly, his face hard with dark brows pulled together. As he leaned in, his jaw set and body tense, you flinched, but did not break your eye contact.

“You think you can handle me, sweetheart? You have no idea what I’m capable of,” he hissed in your face.

Swallowing, but holding your ground, you nodded. “I can handle you, Five. I’m not scared of you. And if you’d just let me get to know you a little more –"

His laugh was laced with menace as he took another step toward you. You were left staring at one another, neither of you backing down. He was close enough that you could hear his harsh breathing through his nose and smell the faint traces of after-shave. His eyes searched over your face before turning back to his door.

“Get the fuck away from me. Please,” he said quietly.

“I know what I’m doing, I’m not sure why you think I’m so innocent.”

Five looked down and sighed. He was tired of constantly trying to maintain his morality. He was an old man in a young man’s body and he was so damn sick of taking the higher road. Most people thought he was an asshole, and they weren’t wrong. He had a high success rate of keeping the people he wanted out of his life out, and barely tolerating the ones he let in. He was a killer. A trauma-filled nightmare wrapped up in a pretty package. He was not normal, and it was time you knew that.

“Fuck it,” he said out loud to no one in particular. As his eyes locked on yours again, his normally emerald-colored ones became dark.

He continued to take another step toward you, and then another, until you were backed against the opposite wall of the quiet hallway. Overhead, the fluorescent lights hummed as a single fly battled for its life inside one of the fixtures.

“Alright…I will confess, I have been thinking a lot about you lately.”

“You have?”

Five nodded, closing in on you until he was inches from your body; close enough that you could see the faint line of stubble on his chin and hear his deep breathing.

“Specifically…what you would be willing to do for me.”

As his gaze traveled over your body, taking in the tight tank top and miniscule shorts you were wearing, you could almost feel the energy pulsing out of him in waves. It was terrifying and intoxicating, and it had you rooted to the spot.

“What do you want me to do for you?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes, blinking slowly.

“Strip.”

You had been trying to keep up with him. Trying to beat him at his own game. But you sucked in a quiet, yet audible, gasp of air.

“What?”

“I want you naked for me. Now.”

He was still so close to you, his mouth mere inches away from yours, and yet he made no further movement to do anything else. He was trapping you there; playing with his prey for fun. And you weren’t sure if he was going to eat you or let you escape.

“Here?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving your face. “That’s right, sweetheart. You think you know me? You think you want me? Then, prove it.”

“What if someone walks by?”

Five shrugged with a grin. He took a step back, allowing you enough room to leave, should you so choose. Again, he made no move to grab you, or touch you in any way. He shook his head, eyeing you pitifully.

“Don’t play games you can’t win. It won’t end well for you.”

When you had nothing to say to that, his demeanor changed again. Back to his normal, tired expression, his eyes and mouth drooped. He said nothing more, but just turned back toward his apartment, and opened the door. After he took a step inside, he heard you clear your throat. Turning around, he was faced with an unexpected sight.

With each slow, deliberate step you took in his direction, you started to strip your clothes away. First your top, lowering the straps over your shoulders and drawing it up over your head. Then your shorts, unbuttoning them before sliding them down your thighs and kicking them to the side. Five seemed frozen to the spot, unable to move and unable to speak. But his eyes followed you with an unmistakable hunger.

As you closed in on him, you were left in your bra and panties. With a small smirk, you reached behind you and undid the clasp of your bra. Slowly peeling it away from your body, you watched as Five’s gaze dropped to your breasts.

“Like I said…I’m not afraid of you,” you said, as you confidently jutted your chin out, along with your chest.

Five’s face flickered with shock, followed by what you could only imagine was lust, before it turned to anger. He grabbed your upper arm, squeezing it hard, before shaking you.

His teeth gritted and bared, he snarled in your face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You did your best to pretend you were in full control of the situation. “What you told me to do.”

Five’s eyes roamed over your body for a split second, before they were back on your face. He was angrier than you had ever seen him before. And yet, you had a feeling the anger was just masking something else. Something he didn’t want you to see.

At that moment, the loud ding of the elevator doors rang out, signaling that you would soon not be alone. He looked down the hallway and then back at you. When you didn’t make a move, his jaw tensed even more. Stalking past you to snatch your clothes off the floor, he grabbed your arm again.

“God damn it, get inside,” he demanded, yanking you forcefully through the doorway of his apartment.

As you stumbled your way inside, he continued to grasp your upper arm. He slammed the door behind you and got in your face again.

“Are you stupid?” he growled.

You shook your head. “No.”

“Well, stop fucking acting like it. Jesus!” He let go of your arm, leaving you standing there in just your underwear, while he ran a hand through his hair. “You can’t just go around stripping naked in public places just because someone tells you to. What the fuck?”

You smiled and took a step toward him. “What’s the matter Five? Losing at your own game?”

Five’s breath had become louder and harsher. You could practically see the wheels turning inside his head. He wanted you; you were sure of it. The juxtaposition of desire and restraint was evident in every twitch of coiled muscle and nervous hover of his eyes on your breasts. He had been trying to scare you; make you flee in terror at his aggressive advances. But joke was on him, because you fucking loved it.

Another look of anger swept over his face as he laughed darkly. “Shit. You really do not know what you are getting yourself into here.”

You swallowed nervously. “I don’t care.”

“Well, you should. And you should leave.”

Five continued to bore into you with his intense stare. His dark eyes indicated menace, but his stiff body language gave off something else. Fear. But Five Hargreeves does not give into fear easily. When he feels it creeping in, he turns it into something else. Something mean and ruthless.

When you didn’t make a move to leave, he took a step forward. A half-smirk formed on his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side.

“Alright then…you’ve been warned,” he said pleasantly, right before his voice turned ice cold. “Now lose those fucking panties before I rip them off myself.”

Slowly, and without breaking eye contact, you hooked your thumbs into the elastic waist of your lace panties and pulled them down over your hips, letting them drop to the floor at your feet. You stood perfectly still, allowing him to take you all in while your chest began to rise and fall more rapidly.

You thought you had him this time. How was he going to resist a fully nude woman right in front of his face? But instead of giving in, like you knew he wanted, he gave a small shake of his head. Still holding the clothes you had discarded in the hallway, he stepped forward until he was directly in front of you, smiling derisively. His face was so close to your bare skin, you could feel the warmth of his exhale along your leg as he bent to pick up the pair of underwear. When he walked casually past you in the direction of the living room, your jaw dropped as he opened the sliding glass doors that led to a small balcony, and hurled your clothes outside. You watched in disbelief as they floated briefly on the light breeze before disappearing out of sight; fluttering to the ground, six floors below.

He closed the doors, turning back to you with a satisfied, yet stony expression. He pointed at the door to the hall.

“Get out.”

You paused, your eyes nervously darting toward the door. “What?”

He flicked a piece of hair out of his eyes in indifference. “You said you didn’t care if anyone saw you. So, leave.”

When you continued to stand there, wide-eyed and confused, he snorted and shook his head. “That’s what I thought. I’m not the nice guy you think I am. And I’m certainly not one of your little fucking boyfriends you can manipulate to get your way.” His voice softened somewhat. “I can give you something to wear to go home in, but don’t ever come back here again. This is over, understand?”

After a few seconds of silence, you nodded your head slowly. “I understand.” With a sly smile, you turned, heading for the door, letting Five get a nice long look at your ass in the process. As you reached for the doorknob, you glanced over your shoulder, relishing in his bewilderment as you walked right out the door without a stitch of clothing on.

Out in the hallway, you tried not to panic. You hadn’t really thought out what was going to happen once you had committed to your little act of rebellion. Your apartment was on the other side of the floor, and you had to pass by many nosy neighbors’ places plus the elevators to get there. As you considered your options, your back was suddenly slammed into the wall, Five’s hands gripping your arms again after he appeared in a flash of blue.

“God damn it,” he seethed in your face.

Without another word, you were being ripped through one of his portals, reappearing inside his apartment again. You let out a small cry of surprise as you were flattened against the door, Five’s body pressed against yours.

He surveyed your face one more time, his eyebrows drawn together in torment. “Fuck, why did you do this to me?”

The next few minutes were a blur as Five released everything that he had been holding back in one ferocious attack. His mouth sucking and biting at your lips, his hands fisted tightly in your hair, and his hips jerking into you. Something feral and instinctual was propelling him, and you let him unleash all of it onto you.

With another tight hold on your wrist, you were dragged away from the door and whipped through a second portal, this time landing on his bed with a hard bounce. While you scrambled to sit up, Five had stripped off his shirt and was already unbuckling his belt, the clink of the metal drawing your attention to his hands as they unzipped his fly. Breathing hard through his nose, he looked at you, running a hand through his hair while pushing it off of his forehead.

With his cool green eyes locked on yours, he crooked a finger at you, beckoning you over. You worked your way off the bed, hesitating for just a moment, before closing the few feet so that you were standing directly in front of him.

He leaned down, a hand gently cradling the back of your neck, as he kissed you softly. You thought maybe you were going to see a new, tender side of him. Until he latched a hand onto your shoulder, gripping you hard while pushing you roughly down, forcing you to your knees. As he glared down at you, dark hair framing the sharp angles of his face, one corner of his mouth twitched up.

“You talk a big game, honey, so go ahead. Let’s see that mouth of yours in action.”

He was trying to intimidate you; to show you he was the boss. But you weren’t naïve and you weren’t dumb. There were subtle hints, like the way his breath hitched when he spoke to you, or the slight tremble in his hand as he guided your face up by your chin that gave his nerves away.

With your own small smile and a lick of your lips, you reached up to pull the black suit pants down, taking his boxers with them. Five let out a shaky exhale as his hard cock stood at attention in front of your face. With another coy glance up through soft lashes, you took him into your hand. He was bigger than you would have guessed, and you slowly stroked his thick shaft, pressing your thumb into the underside while following the vein from base to head. When you stretched out your tongue to give a kittenish lick across the tip, he hissed loudly, bringing his hand down to rest in your hair.

“Shit,” you heard him mutter under his breath as you started in.

He didn’t let you work up to it with teasing kisses or circles of your tongue around his dripping head. With one shove of his hand on the back of your head, his dick was down your throat. You let out a clipped groan that ended in a gurgling noise, before he was pulling you back and off again. With eyes wide and already gasping for air, your hair was tugged backward so that you were forced to look up at him.

An eyebrow raised, Five questioned you with a low voice. “Still think you can handle me?”

From your position on the floor, he towered above you like a god, watching as you worshiped at his feet. Your eyes traveled over his sculpted abs, his toned arms and shoulders that flexed with the effort of holding your head back. You took in the scars that dotted his abdomen and thighs; the line of soft hair that trailed from his navel to the main event. He was being rough, yes, but there was something in his eyes that gave him away. Like he wanted so badly to be something else, he just didn’t know how.

You nodded your head in an answer to his question, as his magnificent cock bobbed in front of your face, and you opened your mouth wide.

“Fuck,” he growled from deep in his chest.

Five was losing his mind, he was sure of it. All of his pent-up anger and frustration over his body/mind/age situation was coming to a head; and he was shoving that head directly and violently down your throat. He couldn’t stop it. He didn’t want to stop it. You felt so damn good, with your warm mouth wrapped around him and your tongue sliding over the taught skin of his shaft. As his hips jerked into your face, harder and faster, he watched as you gagged and choked on his dick; saliva building up at the corners of your mouth as you so dutifully let him fuck your face.

“Ah…ffff-uu-goddamnit…yes, fuck yes, don’t stop…ah SHIT!”

His head was thrown back in complete bliss as he unloaded copious amounts of cum directly into the back of your throat, the sheer volume making it pour out the corners of your mouth and dribble down your chin. The rest you swallowed, choking down the steady stream of bitter semen while he moaned above you and fisted your hair even tighter.

As he finally began to relax and the last few twitches of his hips came to a halt, he dared to open his eyes and look down at the sight below him. He had loosened his grip on your hair, allowing his dick to slip out of your mouth. You gasped and sucked in the much-needed air that you hadn’t been getting as he released you entirely. Collapsing onto your hands and knees, you coughed and wiped at your destroyed mouth while Five did nothing more than stare down at you with a kind of horrified fascination.

What had he done?

When you looked back up at him, though, and he saw that devilish smile sneak across your lips, daring him to give you more, he stopped caring. It was clear you were going to let him do whatever he wanted. And, fuck, if he didn’t want to do so many things to you.

“Up,” he commanded, still trying to catch his breath.

He held out his hand for you to take, letting him haul you up to standing. He ran a hand down your cheek and kissed your ruined lips. There was that moment of softness again, and you closed your eyes against his touch.

Five guided you so that you were sitting on the edge of the bed. After another kiss, this time leaving you breathless, he dropped to his knees between your legs. Gripping your thighs in his hands, he roughly pushed your legs apart while pulling you closer to him.

Digging his fingers into your hips, he buried his face into your wet, throbbing pussy, and moaned.

“This wet just from sucking my cock? Fuck, honey, you’re driving me crazy.”

Alternating between long laps with his tongue and sucking at your clit, it was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing as you leaned backward, holding yourself up with your hands flat on the bed. When you dropped your head back, it banged against the wall, but you barely noticed since you were already on the cusp of a strong orgasm.

“Five…” you gasped, eyes clenched shut and biting at your bottom lip. You tried desperately to rock your hips into his face, but his grip was too strong. He was devouring you; eating you out almost viciously, while your palms began to sweat as they pressed harder into the bed. “Five…holy fff-uck…OH GOD!” you screamed as one last, perfect lick sent you reeling. With your entire body shuddering, Five only went at you harder; until you were letting out quiet, pitiful cries, and your thighs twitched against his head.

As you tried to catch your breath, Five finally let up, tearing himself away from your warm deliciousness, and standing up to lean over you. He was just as out of breath as you were, with his mouth shining and lips red. A mixture of your arousal and his saliva pooled obscenely underneath you.

“That was…holy shit…” you tried to get out, but you were cut off almost immediately.

“I’m not done yet. Not by a long shot,” he rasped.

Though only minutes had passed since he had unloaded into your mouth, his cock was hard again. As he rummaged around in a drawer, pulling out a condom, and rolling it on, you scooted back so that you were lying down lengthwise on the bed. There was no more time for rest, though, before Five was climbing on top of you, that look of voracity overtaking him again.

He began to kiss you; hard and insistently while running his tongue over your bottom lip and venturing inside. It was a mixture of intense want and hesitation as he squeezed your ass with one hand and lightly stroked your hair with the other. When he pulled back, he looked deep into your eyes, his hand coming to rest gently on your cheek, his thumb pressing under your chin.

“What do you think, sweetheart? Ready for more?”

With a slow smile forming on your face, you nodded.

“Fuck yeah. Give it to me.”

Five groaned, closing his eyes and dropping his face to your neck. His teeth scraped against your skin as he kissed you fervently while your fingers threaded through his hair. The second you opened your legs for him, he was shoving himself inside. Sucking in a loud breath, he buried his face into your shoulder.

“Fuuuck…you are tight…god, you feel so fucking good,” he moaned pitifully into you.

You threw your head back against the pillow with a loud moan. “Oh my god, I knew your dick would feel amazing.”

He didn’t respond, but he took both of your legs and balanced them on his shoulders, angling your hips up to push his dick in even further. He was buried to the hilt, with his tight balls slapping against your ass each time he drew back and slammed back into you.

Five was gone; completely lost inside his own debauched fantasy. He wanted to fuck you harder and harder until you couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to make you cry out his name while your back arched off the bed like you were possessed. When his eyes met yours, with the strands of hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat already forming there, you bit your bottom lip and smiled. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, and that made him want to absolutely ruin you.

Smacking your ass hard enough to leave a mark before throwing your legs off his shoulders, Five roughly flipped you over. He forced the side of your face into the bed as he thrust inside you again, stretching your pussy and filling you up with his thick cock. His ragged breath warmed the side of your neck with each punishing drive of his hips against your ass as you whimpered softly.

“Come on, honey, let’s hear it,” he snarled next to your ear. “You’ve been dying for me to pound that sweet little pussy…so let me hear you. I’m not stopping until I get what I want.”

“Fff-iiive,” you sobbed, your fists clutching the bedspread underneath you as he railed relentlessly into you.

“That’s right,” he answered, and you could hear that cocky smirk on his face. “Beg me.”

“Five…please…you feel SO…FUCKING…GOOD!”

The angle of his cock thrusting inside of you, along with his body trapping you beneath him, was more intense than anything you had ever experienced before. You were on the verge of coming; your cries becoming louder while you desperately tried to suck air into your lungs. The sting of his dick drilling inside of you was still not enough to mask the pleasure that was building. It hurt but you still wanted more.

Soon, that inevitable feeling of warmth and tightness formed in your core and you let go with a loud scream that echoed off the walls of his bedroom. Your body convulsed under his as his hips stilled against your ass when he expelled himself one more time. The groan that left him as he came was loud and long, leaving his arms shaking as he held himself over you.

After he was able to move off of you, you continued to catch your breath as you rolled over to face him. Five was kneeling on the bed, chest glistening with sweat and heaving as he flipped his hair out of his eyes. He didn’t say a word, but after a few more seconds, he climbed off the bed to dispose of the condom. You eyed him nervously. You had no idea how he was going to react, or if he was already regretting everything.

After tugging his boxers back on, he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are you ok?” he asked, his voice tight.

You nodded and sat up. “Yeah, I’m ok, why?”

Five shook his head. “I was way too rough, I shouldn’t have…but you…” he trailed off, his frustration with himself evident. “Look, you got your way. This is done now, alright?”

With a roll of your eyes, you moved off the bed so that you were standing in front of him; the muscles in your sticky thighs aching from the movement. “Get over yourself, Five. We both wanted this, so stop pretending I put some spell on you to make you change your mind.”

He was silent, but he nodded, a brief flicker of a smile forming on his lips. “I’m sorry about your clothes.” He got up to grab a t-shirt from one of his drawers and handed it to you. “You can wear this; it should be enough to cover everything.”

As you worked the too-big shirt over your head, Five pulled his pants back on, zipping them up but leaving the belt hanging open. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a small, balled up pair of women’s underwear. With a guilty smile, he tossed them over to you. “Here.”

You laughed in disbelief. “You stole my panties? What were you going to do with them?”

Five shrugged. “I hadn’t figured that out yet.”

Shaking your head, you looked down at them in your hand. “Such a dirty old man.” Glancing back at Five’s guilty face, you threw them back, and he caught them against his chest. “Keep them. I kind of like the idea of you doing weird things with them.”

Five made no comment, but he tucked them back into his pants pocket with a lop-sided grin. He held out his hand. “Come on, I’ll blink you back to your apartment so you don’t have to go back in just a t-shirt.”

You thought for a second, but shook your head. “No thanks. I don’t mind a good walk of shame now and then.”

As Five walked you to the door, you gave him a lingering kiss and trailed a hand down his arm. “Maybe the next time I make too much food, I’ll come over and share it? Think you can handle that?”

A smile slowly spread across Five’s face and he nodded. “Yeah, I think I can handle that.”

Then he watched as you walked away, wearing nothing but his t-shirt. He shook his head, not quite believing what had just occurred. He had thought he was so damn smart with his moral high-ground and superiority. But as it turned out, you had gotten the best of him. He lost at his own game. Tucking two fingers inside his pocket to stroke the silky material of your panties, he smiled to himself, thinking about how this may have been the first time in his life that he hadn’t minded losing.

I'm totally in Love with your Storys !!🥰 Would you do an Imagine where Eli/Hawk bullys a girl (Nerd/Weeb) but due to a Event he falls in love? Thsnk you in advance !🤩

Hi! First of all, thanks a lot for your request! And for your kind words it is so nice to read this after the effort us writers put on our stories...🥺💚💚✨🌼 I hope you don’t mind but I am not very familiar with Weeb culture, so I don't want to offend anyone by writing about the reader in a wrong way. I therefore decided to go for a nerd, geeky reader. I hope you like it!

Warnings: perhaps some spoilers from season 3… I’m not sure but just in case… and language, as usual.

Word count: 1604

A/n: I had a lovely time writing this, but I think it has come out veeeery cheesy… Anyway, enjoy!

The table was filled with all sorts of geek handmade stuff. Banners with prizes and tins for donations surrounded it, praying ‘WE MISS YOU MIGUEL’ and ‘HELP MIGUEL GET OUT OF HOSPITAL’. You put your hands in your hips, proud of all the work you’ve done. Alongside your friend Demetri and some others, you’ve been painting t-shirts, creating earrings, pendants, rings and all sorts of things to help raise funds for Miguel’s surgery. Next to you, there was the Car Wash Sam had organised too. Any help was useful, and all of you had great ideas. Dimitri had made a website to sell all these things you’ve made, but today you had brought some lemonade and snacks for the people waiting in the queue. You were wearing your favourite show’s t-shirt and everything looked perfect.

Of course, until the Cobras Arrived.

You heard some motorcycles and looked in their direction. Dimitri cursed under his breath. 

‘Shit, not again…’

Led by Hawk, the boys got off their bikes and headed in your direction. The one with the mohawk went straight to your friend, who stood there, straight faced. 

You were pretty new at school. You had arrived a couple of months before the big fight when Miguel’s accident occurred and had become great friends with Dimitri because of your common interests. He has been the one who told you all about Eli, the “previous” Hawk. How shy and clever he was, and how they both shared amazing movie nights and scientific discussions. It was clear that Dimitri really missed Eli, but for some reason, Hawk was treating his friend terribly. And you. He didn’t even know you, but since you were part of Star Wars, Marvel, Harry Potter and many more fandoms, he seemed to hate you for barely existing.

‘Hey losers’ one of the boys behind him said.

‘What do you want?’ your friend asked, standing in front of you.

Suddenly, Hawk moved forward and stood in front of Dimitri. You had a feeling that something bad was going to happen so you took a step forward.

‘Look, guys, we don’t want any trouble. If you could please leave us…’

‘And who's this?’ Hawk said, smirking ‘You’ve found a girl as nerdy as you, Dimitri?’

‘Don’t call her a nerd!’

Both of them got closer and you started to worry your friend would end up wounded.

‘Please, leave us alone’.

‘Don’t tell me what to do, you freak. I can't believe you still like that childish crap’.

And then, they proceeded to destroy all the stuff you brought to sell. Kicking the table, all your things on the floor. After they were done, the took the money and one big boy said:

‘Now this, this is for Miguel. But raised by Cobra Kai’

They all started laughing. You stood in front of them and looked at Hawk directly in the eye.

‘Are you done?’ you crossed your arms over your chest.

The boy looked at you up and down. 

‘I’ll take that as a “yes”. Now get the fuck away from here before I call the police. At least I’m sure the money will go to Miguel’s cause and not somewhere else…’ you turned around and started picking things from the floor. You looked miserable taking the t-shirts from the ground, stained and soaked with lemonade. Dimitri and the other boys helped you do so and the Cobras said ‘Whatever, losers’ and started to leave.

However, Hawk stood there for a couple of seconds. He had been surprised by your courage and he even found that attractive?. The boy looked at you quietly, analysing your gestures. Surely Eli would have fallen in love with you, but not him, not Hawk. He was a badass and you were a nerd. No way. Though he actually felt bad for what they have done to you.

‘Hey, Hawk. Come on!’ his friend called him.

He shook his head and turned to them. Soon all of these weird emotions would have been forgotten. 

A couple of hours later, Hawk was heading home on his bike. He stopped at a red light near the car wash area and saw everyone had already left. However, he spotted a familiar figure sitting on the edge of the road. You were looking down, embracing a tiny cardboard box. He suddenly felt the urge to keep you company since it was getting dark, so he turned to the left and parked the bike right behind you.

‘Hey’ he said.

You looked behind you, and scoffed.

‘What do you want?’

Of course, he thought, she must be very annoyed. He realised your eyes were puffy. Certainly, right after the Cobras left, you took everything from the floor, but you started crying right away. Dimitri promised you everything would be alright and ran to get some more drinks to try and sell them anyway. 

‘Look, I… I’m sorry’. he said, sitting next to you. 

You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. 

‘I shouldn’t have let the boys do that, and of course I shouldn’t have participated’

You looked down at your black Converse. 

‘Yeah…That was really mean’. 

Hawk felt really embarrassed. He wasn’t sure about why he had behaved like that, but now that he was talking to you, he felt terribly sorry.

‘What are you doing here? Alone, I mean’ he asked after a while.

‘Dimitri offered to take me home, but I told him I wanted to walk a bit, you know… After today…’

‘Yeah.. Oh, I just remembered’ Hawk said, picking something from his pocket ‘I brought the money back. As a way to say sorry’.

‘How did you…? you asked, taking it cautiously.

‘I told them I would take it to the Hospital’.

You nodded, caressing the paper bag.

‘Thank you’ you muttered after a while.

He smiled softly.

‘Don’t. I did something hideous, and I am really sorry. I’m just trying to mend it’.

You looked at him. He was remarkably cute, and the mohawk gave him that badass look. You shook your head in disbelief, how could you be thinking that? After how bad he treated you… 

Both of you remained silent. You moved the box a bit with your feet and he looked inside.

‘Have you… Have you made those?’ he said, pointing at the shirts.

You nodded. ‘I designed them and painted the original drawing. Dimitri copied it into 50 of them’ 

‘They are really cool’ he said, taking one and looking at it. ‘However, I think the Winter Soldier is way cooler than Captain America’. 

You chuckled a bit. ‘Yeah, I think so as well, but the boys said he would be more recognisable…’

Hawk looked at your profile. Your laugh had sounded like music to his ears and he started analysing the lines of your face. You felt his eyes on you and felt the heat rising to your head. He thought about how good it felt to be talking about something he used to like a lot with you and smiled to himself.

Then, you realised it was completely dark.

‘Oh, shit!’ you said, standing up ‘I better get going, I promised Dimitri to text him when I got home…’

‘I’ll take you’ Hawk said before he could stop himself.

You looked at him, shocked. What? Why would he take you home? 

‘You don’t have to…’

‘I… It’s no problem… I mean If you want to…’ he said, a hand in the back of his head now.

You smiled shyly.

‘Oh… Ok, then’.

You went hiding the box behind some bushes to get it the next day and followed Hawk to the motorcycle. He offered you his helmet and you put it on.

‘Thanks. How on earth do you put this on?’ you asked.

He chuckled.

‘Well… It’s the power of Hawk’.

You scoffed and he asked you to hold on to him. You climbed behind him and put your arms around his torso. You felt his abs behind his shirt and started to feel hot again. Jesus, Y/n... put yourself together! 

Once you arrived at your house, you dismounted the bike and handed Hawk the helmet. He looked at you with those puppy eyes of his and you nearly melted.

‘Thanks a lot for the ri…’

‘I’m really sorry, Y/n’ he blurted out.

‘It’s alright, Hawk, really. It was really nice talking to you’. you smiled.

He relaxed a bit and you could see he was blushing a bit. Looking down, both of you remained silent. Then, he opened his mouth when your phone started vibrating.

‘Oh, that must be Dimitri’ you said, refusing the call. ‘I… I’ll better get going’.

‘Yeah, yeah, of course…’ Hawk said, seeming disappointed.

You bit your lip and looked at him. Picking all the courage you had, you took a step closer to him and kissed him in the cheek.

‘Thanks again for the ride’ you said ‘See you around!’ 

And you ran to the house, your heart feeling about to explode and leaving Hawk looking at you in awe. He saw you running to your door and couldn’t help but think how hard he has fallen for you.

can you maybe do an older!elvis x reader with a daddy kink. Maybe he sees you flirting with another guy and pulls you into another room and has angry sex with you

That’s Alright Mama

a/n: I’m thinking comeback special Elvis? Loved him in that scene. Not proofread. Feel free to leave a tip if you’re able ❤️

warnings: dubious consent, breeding kink, all of the above basically.

Elvis had made you mad to put it simply. You saw the way he looked at girls and you saw the way those girls looked at him. It left you with a bad feeling in your gut and a horrendous taste in your mouth. He was much older than you, you knew he was much more experienced and you could leave him wanting things sometimes. You were trying though, actually trying to be what he wanted. He knew you were innocent when you met, that no other man had laid their hands on you until him. Truth be told, that was part of what attracted him so deeply to you. You were something for him to posses, to own. Something no one had before and no one would have again.

Elvis was 32 and you were just 18, fresh out of high school. You had known each other your whole lives and you always thought Elvis was so cute, and when his career started taking off it was just a wasted dream. You never imagined when you went to visit him with your dad in Memphis he would be absolutely enamored by you. Your dad sensed that attraction between you and Elvis, and he was not happy about it. But, there was nothing he could do. Elvis was the most famous man in the world and there was no way to say no to him. That night, He demanded that your father let you stay longer, said he would give you a ride home. Well, Elvis never took you home and you never went back home either. You had been with him since that day, it was only two months ago but if felt like a lifetime. You were in love, absolutely in love with this man.

But, at this very moment, you were angry with him. He had just bought you a new, nice dress and he was taking you out on a date. Said his baby had to look nice for him, just had to show you off. You were at the restaurant when this woman began to talk his head off, he was too involved in his conversation to notice that you had left and went to the bathroom.

On your way back, a man who had been watching you all night came up to you and began flirting with you. You looked over at your table and saw that she was still there, looking at him with those fuck me eyes. The jealously was like a pit in your stomach, causing you to do something you would’ve never, ever normally done.

“Hey love,” the man walked over to you. He was not bad looking, tall with blonde hair and brown eyes. But, he wasn’t Elvis. You glanced back over to your very handsome boyfriend, and he still seemed to not even notice you were gone.

You smiled sweetly at the blonde in front of you, “hi cutie,” you put on your sweet, southern charm. You knew guys loved that, just couldn’t get enough of it.

“So, what are you doing all alone?” He asked, trying to make conversation with you. You internally rolled your eyes, what did he think? He just saw you coming from the bathroom. You weren’t going to say that though.

“Oh, you know, just walking back to my seat,” you said sweetly, trying to play it dumb. You were hoping that Elvis was watching you now, but you weren’t going to bother turning your head to glance at him.

“You’re here with your dad tonight?” He asked. And it was genuine too, if you had water in your mouth you would’ve spit it out. The question was hilarious and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“I guess you could say that,” you snickered in response, already done with the conversation now. The man’s eyes looked scared, but you didn’t think twice of it as you turned around.

But, you were met with Elvis’ very firm chest. You looked up and saw the anger on his face, he had heard what you just said. You couldn’t even bother yourself to care, strutting right past him. That’s what he gets, he knew how jealous of a person you were and it felt good to make him green for once. You were angry at him, livid even. You had been gone for twenty minutes and he just now noticed. It wouldn’t have been a problem if that stupid women wasn’t so goddamn attractive. She was more his age, more appropriate for him to be with due to the press.

He attempted to grab your arm to stop you from walking away from him, “Y/N,” he said in warning. But you weren’t having it, nope not one bit. He had no right to be angry at you when he was blatantly flirting with that girl, unintentionally. At least you were doing it out of spite, not because you actually liked the guy. You walked to the car and he was storming after you, right on your heels. You were just as stubborn as he was and he knew it too.

“Y/N!” He shouted as you finally made it to the car, it felt like an eternity.

“What Elvis? Huh?” You asked angrily.

“What Elvis?” He scoffed in response, “you know damn well what Y/N. Callin’ me your dad? That’s just fuckin’ embarrassing.” He spoke angrily, but he was still as handsome as ever. “Not to mention you were flirtin’ with the guy as if I don’t even exist.”

“Ha,” it was your turn to scoff in response. “You know what’s fucking embarrassing Elvis? Sitting right next your boyfriend while he practically eye fucks a woman, that’s embarrassing.”

“I was not eye fucking her Y/N,” he retorted. “Get in the fucking car.”

“My pleasure, take me home while you’re at it. And I mean my home,” you said, and as soon as you said those words you regretted them. You saw the anger and the sadness on his face.

“You’re not going home Y/N,” he said in response, he wouldn’t take you. Not even if you begged and pleaded, you were his. “You’re going to our home and you’re gonna apologize for being such a brat.”

“Me? Apologize ?” You rhetorically asked, looking over at him. The anger was evident in his deep blue eyes, his tan skin had a red hue. It was like his anger was evident through his skin. “I want an apology Elvis, I did what I did to make you mad. Hell, you acted like I wasn’t even there.”

“Well, Y/N that’s business and you’re gonna have to learn it. You knew what you were getting into when you started dating me,” he said, while driving. You were on your way home to Graceland and his eyes never seemed to look at you. Like he was disgusted with you. “You did what you did to make me mad, and by God you did it. You wanna tell people I’m your dad? Well I’m gonna act like it.”

You had never seen him this mad before, and while it frightened you it also left you feeling excited. You couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen. You kept your mouth shut the rest of the way home, not wanting to add fuel to the fire. You had a mouth on you, both you and Elvis knew it. Normally, he wouldn’t react to it. He was always very level headed, able to keep calm even when you weren’t able to.

You pulled into the house and he parked outside the front, he shut the car off but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t even look over at you. As your anger leveled off, you felt a pit of nervousness form in your stomach. Maybe he was done with you for good now, you weren’t old enough, mature enough, or level headed enough.

“Get out,” he spoke lowly, “go upstairs, sit on the bed, and wait for me.”

You were no longer excited now. Your breaths quickened, your nerves getting the best of you. You couldn’t even find the words to say yes, so you just did exactly what he asked and got out of the car. You closed the door softly, hoping not to provoke him even more. Your hands were shaking, you wished you didn’t have such a big mouth sometimes. It always messed stuff up. You walked in the house and in a daze found yourself going up the stairs into your shared bedroom.

You sat on the satin sheets, your legs crossed expectantly. Your anger always got the best of you, but when it came down to it you were just a guarded person who didn’t know how to react to situations that left you uncomfortable.

You soon heard his footsteps coming up the stairs, pounding like your heart in your chest. You looked down in your lap, only seeing him out of the peripheral of your vision. You were too scared to look him in the eye. You felt him sit next to you, but you refused to look up and acknowledge him.

“Take your panties off,” he said gruffly. You looked up at him in shock, watching him undo his belt. “Did I stutter?”

You shook your head no and took them off just like he asked. In the back of your head, you knew it would be best for you if you just listened to what he said. He held his belt in his hand and it left fear wracking through your body.

“Bend over the bed, and don’t look at me,” he said in a demanding tone, and you did just what he asked. He walked over to you, massaging your ass as you were bent over. You tried to look back, but his hand was placed at the nape of your neck forcing you to look forward.

"You call me your dad? Huh? I'm gonna punish you like one," he spoke, leaning over you. Your breaths trembled, feeling the fear in your lungs. "Gonna spank you girl, say yes daddy," he demanded, his tone putting fear into you.

"Y-yes, daddy," your voice came out as shaky as you felt. His belt came down on your ass as soon as the affirmative left your mouth, you let out a squeal in response to the pain.

"Think you can humiliate me like that? Tell people I'm your dad? That shit's embarrassing Y/N," he said, smoothing over the welt that was sure to be made.

"S-sorry," you cried out, you had a bad feeling in your gut.

"Sorry what?" He asked, but he knew the response. He knew what he wanted you to stay.

"Sorry daddy," you said softly and then he smacked your ass with the belt again. It was almost as if he was punishing you for saying what he wanted you to say.

He smacked your ass three more times in succession, five times altogether. Tears were falling down your face from the pain, but you knew you deserved it after the stunt you pulled today.

He backed away from you, letting you turn your face to look at him now. You watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, a darkness in his eyes that you had never seen before.

"Here's what's gonna happen Y/N," he spoke as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his boxers, exposing everything to you. You let out a small gasp, the air barely reaching your lungs. He seemed harder and thicker than ever before. He walked over to you, that dark glint still in your eyes. "I'm gonna fuck you and you're not gonna say a word, heard too much out of that fucking mouth tonight," he degraded you. You should've been mad, but it only left a pool of heat collecting in your panties.

You just nodded your head in agreeance, but even if you said no you were sure he would’ve still gone about his business. he lifted you fully on the bed but you were still on your hands and knees. You could feel him rubbing his tip up and down your folds, it left your back shuttering in response. He rammed into you before you could process anything else.

You both gasped as he bottomed out in you, a slight hint of pain as he stretched you. Your eyes were still watery from the belt. It was an overwhelming feeling to be so completely full of someone like this.

“So tight Y/N, made just for me,” he said as he began to slowly thrust in and out.

“So wet for me Y/N, who knew you could be such a slut,” he said confidently. You moaned as his hand reached under you to play with your clit. The pleasure was mind numbing, to be used as a fuck toy like this. It left you feeling in awe of him.

You only managed to let out grunts and moans as Elvis continued to fuck into you, occasionally smacking your ass leaving tears streaming down your face.

“Gonna fuck a baby into you, finally make me a daddy,” he said grunting. His hands pushing your upper body down, forcing you ass higher in the air. The new angle caused you to see stars, he was so deep that you completely forgot about the words he grunted. His hips smacking into yours made the air leave your lungs. Your breaths disrupted your moans. Your face was pressed into the sheets, leaving no room for oxygen to enter your lungs.

You looked back at him, his hands firmly pressed into your back. It was a glorious sight to see him like this, his hair messed up. Him so care free as he fucked you.

“You’re mine Y/N, gonna make you so full of me everyone knows it too,” he said as his hips stuttered into yours. You were close and so was he, it was hard not to finish fast like this. Everything was so hard and fast about this, but in a way it was filled with love. It was everything love was about, jealousy and passion.

“Daddy,” you moaned, disobeying him for the first time since he commanded the order. He was too into you to even care, too into reaching you and him to that point. Too into finishing in you and reaching his goal.

“Gonna make you a mama,” he said, reaching under you to play with your clit again and you couldn’t help but gasp and buck your hips into him. The ball seemed to pop in your stomach and you completely let go, your body completely going limp as he continued to fuck into you. He raised your hips up with his hands as he continued his assault.

He thrusted, hard, going the deepest he had ever before. And that’s where he came. You both moaned at the feeling as he collapsed into you, you didn’t even think twice about the repercussions of his actions. You would be anything he wanted you to be, and if one of those things were to be a mother, you would be.

You stayed connected like this for a few minutes, and then he pulled out of you to see the damage he had done. The belt had already left your skin raised, puffy and red. Soon, it would bruise. His fingers lightly traced the marks and you winced in reaction.

“I’m sorry mama,” he whispered, his anger overtook him and he was entirely too hard on you. It left a bad feeling in his gut.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. He saw the cum fall out of you, and he reached his finger and picked it up and shoved it back into you.

“Gotta keep it all, Y/N,” he mumbled under his breath. You repeated the events of that night over and over, fucking his love into you and making sure it would stick. He wanted everyone to know who you belonged to. You wanted it too.

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satisfaction

♡ a/n: i couldn't answer the request directly but here it is-- and you guys know i love harry but yk... smut <3

♡ pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

♡ 1: do you think of me when you touch yourself?

♡ 24: has he ever touched you like this?

♡ 26: were you masturbating?

harry potter was one of the kindest people you'd ever met. the way he treated you was like royalty and you truly did think he deserved the world-- but you couldn't bring yourself to love him. every time you had sex with harry, you shamefully thought about draco malfoy instead. you were one of the many girls infatuated with the slytherin prince but what good reason could you have to throw away a good relationship over a fantasy? none. and that's what you told yourself every time you found yourself thinking of him-- the latest being tonight. a potion gone wrong in class by none other than draco malfoy had prompted you to skip out on dinner to take a shower and get the melted mystical ingredients out of your hair. you made yourself presentable as you were going to meet harry afterwards but sat on your bed and thought about draco again. his grey eyes had widened when his potion spat at you and he apologised. that's right, apologised. it's basic human decency yet all you could fucking think about was letting him pin you down and ruin you. looking at the time, you gave in and laid back and trailed your fingers between your legs, underneath your skirt. you circled yourself, about to touch yourself to the wrong person when the door flew open and you screamed.

draco was standing in your doorway, blushing heavily and his eyes darted to your hand, making you yell and throw a pillow at him. "turn around you bloody git!" you cried. "i just came to see if you were alright after our potions mishap!" he laughed. this was humiliating, why the hell was he laughing? "were you masturbating?" "no!" he raised a blond eyebrow as if he didn't believe you. "well i was about to before you so rudely interrupted." you huffed, cheeks burning. draco closed the door before stepping towards you and your breath hitched visibly. "potter doesn't satisfy you then?" he smirked, gazing down at you. "excuse me?" offended, you scoffed. "i mean, if he did you wouldn't be in your dorm touching yourself instead of meeting him." his fingertips brushed over your waist and he kept going carefully. "and you wouldn't spend your class time staring at the person he hates most." fuck. he had you. "draco," you warned-- against what? you couldn't say. "tell me love, do you think of me when you touch yourself?" the bastard knew the answer just as you knew you were dangerously close to doing one of the worst things you could. "shut up malfoy." you whispered without a hint of sincerity. "the real thing would be better y/n. aren't you the least bit," he licked his lips slowly, knowing damn well what he was doing to you. "curious?" of course you were. he laughed warmly at your silence and his hot breath hit your face. gods. closing the gap between you two, your lips crashed against his.

teeth grazed over each other and draco immediately set on exploring your mouth with his tongue, which you let him do happily. he shoved you against the wall and attached his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin roughly. harry was thrown from your mind and you were purely concentrated on draco's wet mouth on your skin. unbuttoning your top, he slid a finger underneath you bra and fondled you while rubbing through the fabric of your panties. a gasp left you, helping that awful smirk of his grow. you moaned when his finger slid into your entrance and pumped into you. quick paced and thrusting into you with heavy desire, draco kissed you again-- sloppily but filled with adoration. "always bloody knew you should be with me and not him," he growled, fingers fucking you harder. "you're mine-- and so is your dirty little cunt." you nodded, shaking from his motions and moaned breathily. "has he ever touched you like this?"you shook your head and groaned. "never draco." not even when harry was inches inside of your pussy had you felt this fucking good. he lifted your chin, thumping your head on the wall, and pressed another kiss to your neck. release came over you and your orgasm swam on draco's hand. his movements slowed and he helped you finish.

gasping and panting, you settled as he took his fingers out of you. he sucked the glistening juices off of his fingers and grabbed you by the waist. "you'll go meet potter now," he commanded and you nodded, eager to comply. "from now on, you're being fucked and loved the way you deserve." for once since you'd started seeing the boy you couldn't love, you felt true satisfaction.

you meet joel again after the outbreak and he finds out you have a daughter

seeing joel again after the outbreak was something you thought would never happen, but there he was, twenty years later, with almost completely gray hair and beard, and looking more tired than he used to. his brown eyes shone when he saw you, thinking that you were some sort of hallucination produced by tiredness, but your arms hugging his neck felt so tight and your head against his chest felt too real to be a creation of his mind.

he gulped nervously and took a few steps backward when you took the little girl in your arms as if he was scared of the little human. you had always been very good with children so he wasn't surprised that you were now taking care of them in jackson. because that's what it was, wasn't it? you were looking after someone's child, right?

"this- this is my daughter, joel." oh shit. your face expressed concern, waiting for a reaction from the man in front of you, but his eyes were locked on the child in your arms. he should have guessed. enough time passed, you were a grown woman and life was good in jackson, probably the best place on earth right now to start a family. he softly nodded his head, trying not to show how shocked he was. the baby was sucking on her finger, cooing and doing that stupid baby sounds like she was mocking him. "congrats" was all he could say.

he was waiting for you to introduce him to the father of your daughter, but you never did, it was as if you were torturing him slowly. maria wanted to put joel and ellie in the house across the street from hers and tommy's, but you offered them to stay with you.

"oh, that place has been untouched since the outbreak, i actually think only the heat works." you cut tommy off when he was saying that it was decent. joel was gonna decline your offer but ellie, who had been tickling your daughter's belly and playing with her tiny hands until that moment, was quicker than him on saying that they'd love to.

he hated to see that baby. joel hated her chubby cheeks and her small hands trying to reach for him every time he was near. he also hated tripping over her toys around the house and how she cutely laughed when ellie played with her. he hated seeing her wrapped in a towel like a burrito after her bath and he hated to see her cheeks and nose red from the cold weather, and how she stomped when she was wearing her big coat and fell on her ass in the snow.

"so, where's the dad?" ellie asked you with her mouth full of food. joel gave her a look that would have killed her and huffed. there was truly no way this kid was shutting the fuck up. "you don't have to -" "no, it's fine." you assured joel while making sure that your daughter was liking her food. you threw a glance at joel to see his reaction and he was looking at you with his face more relaxed than usual. his brow was not furrowed and his eyebrows were arched, trying not to show how interested he was in your answer but at the same time very annoyed because of ellie being so nosy. "he left." "shit- i'm sorry." you shook your head. "it was before she was born. it's better this way, you know? if he was gonna be a shitty dad, i prefer him not to be around." "hell yeah. fuck him." ellie said while nodding her head in agreement with what you were saying. joel threw another deadly glance at ellie after she cursed in front of you and your kid. " i bet you are the coolest mom, right joel?" ellie's words made you giggle but you were also waiting for joel's answer. it was easy for him to empathize with you since you were going through the same thing he went through with sarah. he found it very easy to be a single parent. sarah was the best kid and he had you and tommy to help him. but you were alone, you lived alone, you had to go to work, and you had to take care of your daughter. he clenched his jaw. "that's right."

when you showed them your house, ellie loved it. she lay down on your couch, she opened your fridge, she sat in front of the fireplace, she turned the lights on and off multiple times, checking that they were indeed working. joel told her to stop but you assured him that it was okay, you liked seeing the girl so excited over such small things.

joel on the other hand was static next to you while ellie played around. your daughter was looking at him with her head resting on your shoulder, and joel looked at her from time to time only to find that the baby was still staring at him.

you showed them the rest of the house. ellie had her own room, which was meant to be your daughter's future room but she could have it, and you would share your room with joel. but after seeing his face, you thought it might have been a better idea to offer him the guest room.

"we also have a guest room. there's no bed but there's a couch and the heat doesn't work there but if you want-" "oh no, old joel will be great here." ellie appeared behind him, giving a few pats on his shoulder. you smiled at the girl but waited for an answer from joel. he was trying so hard to ignore the crib next to your side of the bed and how the little girl was sitting in the middle of the mattress, playing with her stupid little toys and violently sucking on her pacifier. instead of that, he decided to remember all those nights sleeping with ellie either in the woods or in the car, and the way he could hardly move when he woke up the next day because his body ached so much. but joel also remembered how good it felt being your little spoon and waking up next to you. of course, he didn't expect things to be like they used to be, but probably sleeping next to you was the only thing he had left of what once was his home. "this is okay." "great! and it's not as if we haven't slept together before, so..." you added trying to downplay the issue. "woow." ellie was so interested in this. "how is that?" "no-" "we were neighbors, and sometimes we-" "enough."

you knew why joel was so distant with your daughter. meanwhile, ellie loved to be around her, joel tried as hard as he could to keep his distance. you lived next to them and in the afternoons you helped sarah with her homework. you stayed with them for dinner and then enjoyed a movie or played some board games with them. the night the outbreak started, joel knocked on your door and told you to go inside his truck immediately. you were familiar with the relationship joel had with his daughter and you knew what a shock it had been to lose her. that's why you didn't blame him for his behavior.

"is she okay?" joel asked you half asleep and you hummed in response. "she's just hungry. i'm sorry. you can go back to sleep." you sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep of your eyes and picking her up in your arms. you mumbled something to her and kissed her forehead while you started to softly rock her in your arms. "no. how can i- how can i help?" joel sat on the bed and waited, noticing how she calmed down after you took her in your arms. the light coming from the street illuminated your silhouette and allowed Joel to appreciate your daughter's wet face. "hm- i need her bottle. it's ready in the kitchen. if you could heat it in the microwave for like a minute, that would be great." while he waited, he couldn't help but think of baby sarah in his arms. her cheeks were wet and her eyes were wide open, joel had to leave early in the morning for work but he didn't mind staying with her up all night if it was necessary. joel was trying to distract her until her bottle was ready, letting her small fingers wrap around his big one. joel had to take a few seconds before going back to the room with you, his hand pressed against his chest trying to control his breathing. once he came back with the baby's bottle, he sat by your side, handing it over to you and nodding after you thanked him. he watched as she enjoyed her meal and as you softly rocked her in your arms. your head fell on joel's shoulder and he didn't know what to do so he just stayed with you like that until you finished feeding her.

"i'm late. i'll see you at lunchtime." you couldn't be late another time, maria will literally kill you. you placed your daughter in joel's arms before you could remember how hesitant he had been with her and he had no other choice but to hold her so she wouldn't fall.

"are you okay? do you want me to take her?" ellie asked after seeing joel's shocked face. he held the little girl with outstretched arms, keeping her away from him. the baby cooed and extended her arms wanting to reach joel. she opened and closed her fist, getting really impatient and starting to make sounds of discomfort. the man frowned and had no other choice but to hold her against his chest. "shit... well done, joel. look, she even seems to like you." ellie added when the girl hid her face in joel's neck.

a few days after that he seemed to be closer to your daughter, you even caught him playing with her rattle, your daughter lying in her crib and with her arms up in the air trying to reach the toy. he was serious, not allowing himself to show how he really felt. your baby laughed with him and you decided to leave the room carefully to not interrupt the moment.

he started with small things like letting her hold his thumb between her fist every time he noticed she was staring into his soul again, and always keeping an eye on her when ellie was helping her to walk in the snow in case she fell or got tired of trying. then joel started feeding her, cutting the fruit into very small pieces, making sure that the milk wasn't too hot or too cold. at first, just sitting by your side but she was too distracted by his presence to eat so he had to start feeding her eventually.

you sighed in exhaustion once you entered your house. "i'm so tired." you sighed again and rested your head on joel's shoulder. your baby was half asleep on joel's arm, visibly comfortable by the way she cooed every now and then and by the way she rubbed her face against his arm. joel was rocking her softly. using one finger you tickled her belly to let her know that you were home. he put her in her pajamas, fed her dinner and you would even say that he had bathed her by the way her little curls were still damp. "she likes you." you said. he brought the pacifier to her mouth and with closed eyes, she quickly caught it with her lips. "she likes you more than me." "that's not true." joel spoke with a low voice, being careful not to be too rough and wake the child up. he turned his head to look at you, his eyes finally leaving your daughter to pay attention to you. you also looked at him with your head still resting on his shoulder. "you like her more than me." you pouted, trying to stay focused on his deep brown eyes and not on his lips and how close his mouth was to your face. "also not true." you smirked and moved one of your hands to play with your daughter's. she squeezed your index finger tightly between her tiny fist while joel kept looking at you. all that you had now should have been with him. your daughter, your house, your life. before the outbreak happened, one night drinking a few glasses of wine at his house after sarah went to sleep, you told him what you hoped your life would be like. you wanted to find your person and maybe even get married, you wanted to travel, moved in with them, start a family, raise your children, have movie nights. not much different from what you had with him at that time. you were almost there, touching your dreamed life with your fingertips, if you only had more time... when joel realized, your eyes were on him again and you had his chin between your thumb and index finger. your thumb brushed his lower lip, testing the waters, and his eyes slowly closed. you understood that as a green light to continue so, you leaned towards him and pressed your lips against his. just like that, no need to move them or rush things. you just missed feeling his lips against yours as much as he did. the kiss lasted ten seconds at most, but it was enough time for your breaths to mix and for joel's body to truly relax after months. you showed a little smile to him after the kiss and the soft look on his face let you know that he was satisfied. you went in for another kiss and he had his eyes closed already but then all of a sudden, your daughter on joel's arm started crying. "oh, i think someone's jealous."

GOT7 Mafia Reaction: When their fiancee runs away

||| @tory-ah asked: Can you please do a GOT7 version of you their fiancé running away? |||

Jackson Wang

He set off to look for you himself. He had a lot of connections around the city and it didn’t take him long until somebody told him your location. He practically burst into the cafe you were staying at and came up to you in quick steps.

“Y/N!” he said, trying to catch his breath. You could tell he was in a hurry to get here. 

“Jackson,” you started. “I’m tired of running,” you sighed. “Let’s just… Let’s just end this. There is plenty of fish in the sea. You will find someone else and-”

He slammed his fist on the table, startling you.

“No! I don’t care what you say but I don’t need anything but you, understand? (bonus points for you if you get the reference 😂) So you either come back on your own or I will just bring you back by force.”

Choi Youngjae

“Again?” he asked, staring at you. It’s been two months since he told you the truth about his job and ever since then you tried to escape exactly 8 times, all of which ended in failure. It’s not like you didn’t try something else but he didn’t want to break up with you and so you were left with no other option but to try and leave.

“I really don’t know why you keep doing this to me? Nothing has changed, has it? You just know more about what I do…”

That’s true but the fact that he has another side to him frightened you and you wished you never had to see it.

“Now,” he spoke again, his voice strict. “Stop causing me trouble or we will need to take some drastic measures again.”

Mark Tuan

You were about to step onto the train when strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you away. You didn’t even need to look back to see who it was, the grip which quickly turned into a warm embrace was all to familiar. 

“Mark, I…” you began.

He hushed you and started planting kisses on your bare shoulder, going up to your ear.

“Baby,” he whispered. “I got the whole city under control. What were you thinking?” he asked, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the anger in his voice. “I’m sorry but now that we’re engaged there is no place for you to hide.”

Park Jinyoung

One week. That’s all it took for him to find you. You watched him enter the room, he said something to the guards and you two were quickly left alone. He came up to the table and took a seat in front off you.

“Y/N, look at me,” he said but you didn’t listen. “Why?” he asked again after a short silence.

“Why?” you chuckled, finally looking at him. “Are you seriously asking me that?! You never told me about your so called real job! I can’t-” you stopped when your eyes met his.

“Tell me.”

“I can’t be with a dangerous man as you,” you said, turning your gaze away. 

He tapped his fingers on the table, deep in thought. 

“Babe, there is no way I will let you go this easily,” he finally said, standing up. “We’re getting married and that’s final.”

JB/Im Jaebum

You unlocked the door to your new apartment and threw the bags down on the floor. You went to the bedroom and turned the lights on.

“Hello Y/N,” somebody spoke from the couch. “I have been waiting for you.”

“Jaebum?!” you stuttered. “H-how did you find me?”

He looked at you with that ‘really?’ expression on his face. He leaned his head on his arm, checking you out.

“You cut your hair? Were you that desperate to avoid me? You know, you could have just told me if you didn’t want to get married anymore.”

“Alright,” you said, standing in front of him. “Jaebum, I don’t-”

“Aaand no,” he said, scooping you up from the ground.

“Jae! Put me down!” you struggled in his grip.

“That’s also a no,” he continued, throwing you over his shoulder. “We’re going home. Then we will talk.”

BamBam

“What is it?” he asked his men, annoyed that they called him out from an important meeting.

“It’s Y/N,” one of the men said. “We lost her, sir.”

“You lost her?!” he shouted. “How can you lose a grown up woman? She’s not a child!”

“We’re sorry but she outsmarted us and-”

“Shut up,” he interrupted them. “How long has she been missing?”

“Two hours.”

“Two hours?! Then what the hell are you doing here? Go find her!” he ordered. “I don’t care what it takes. Bring her home tonight!”

Kim Yugyeom

You had everything planned. You knew he will come back home later today, so you decided to use this opportunity to run away. But it seems even walls have ears in this city.

You took your suitcase and were about to head out when he walked in through the front door.

“Going somewhere?” he asked tauntingly, throwing his keys on the nearby dresser. “Did you really think it will be that easy?”

“Yugy… I can explain…” you said, setting the suitcase aside.

“Sorry baby but you’re not leaving me,” he said, taking a step towards you with every word. “Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever,” he finished, cornering you between the wall and his body. He leaned in so close you could feel his breath on your skin. “You’re mine, don’t you ever forget that,” he whispered.

A/N: Haven’t written for Got7 in a very long time. Makes me kind of sad tbh. I should be more active 😕

ANGEL, 001

pairings: peter ballard x reader

warnings: soft smut, fingering, cockwarming, p in v, praise kink

song i was listening to while writing this:

you layed on your stomach, your legs slowly swaying back and forth behind you, your hand under your chin to keep your exhausted head up as your eyes skimmed over the lines of the romance novel you were reading infront of you

you were only wearing an oversized top with panties beneath since nobody was around and your white room in the lab was filled with a slight cold breeze from the curtain covered window that was opened ajar, your blanket barely covering your back as your double bed offered comfort from beneath you

this was one of the only times you had alone time in the lab, 8pm when the children were sent off to bed after their scheduled dinner and every orderly and most nurses were sent off to their assigned rooms for the night

usually you would lie there bored until you fell asleep considering you've read every book in the building but one of your friends who worked as a nurse handed you this book, told you to read it so you decided to and honestly you liked it a lot more than you thought you would

licking the tip of your finger gently, you flipped over to the other page only for your reading to be interrupted by the click of your room door opening which was strange considering usually if dr brenner or a guard needed you they would knock

you immediately looked up, a confused expression on your tired face only for that to be quickly discarded for a happy and pleasant smile when you noticed it was only your lover peter who entered, the door closing silently behind him

"hello gorgeous" he greeted quietly before walking over as you discarded your book onto the nighstand and stood up, greeting him back with a soft welcoming peck to his lips "you know you can't be here" you giggled softly, a hint of mischief in your voice

he chuckled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear "i wanted to see you" he whispered like it was the most obvious thing in the world before diving down and placing soft kisses against your bare neck causing you to gasp from the tickles that his lips left

"peter" you laughed, slightly moving away and wrapping your hands around his neck as yous placed your foreheads together doing your daily eskimo kiss that always made you blush and smile

"y/n" he cooed back, plastering little kisses all over your flushed face but you knew by the way he was acting that and by his sudden appearance that he was clearly wanting something

"what's on your mind?" you asked, taking his hand and leading him to sit with you on your bed "you" he replied, stating the obvious before pulling you onto his lap so your legs were on either side of him and your faces were inches apart

you rolled your eyes playfully, placing both your hands on his clothed chest "what is really on your mind?" you asked again, moving your right hand from his chest to cup his face gently while placing a quick kiss on his forehead

he pursed his lips for a moment like he was contemplating whether to really say what was on his mind or not, you sighed "come on, you can tell me" you assured him, stroking his cheek gently

"i heard of this thing called cockwarming and was wondering if you wanted to try it?" he offered, burying his head into your shoulder before kissing your collarbone

you were always up for anything he wanted to try but you had never heard of cockwarming before "um sure honey, but what is it?" you asked innocently, he moved his head back to face you, his eyes darkened slightly with lust

"it's where we lie down and cuddle but with my cock buried deep inside you" he whispered into your ear lowly, tugging on your earlobe with his teeth while rubbing his warm hands up and down your cold thighs sending a shiver down your spine as you felt wetness pool between your legs

you definitely liked the idea of that, you smiled shyly and nodded causing him to send you a smile back before moving to flip you onto your back and crawl on top of you, hooking one of your legs around his waist as he pushed your top up, placing his palm on your lower abdomen, slowly raking it down to the band of your panties

"you're so beautiful" he breathed out, pulling your panties down your legs and throwing them onto the floor before placing his thumb against your soaked clit, rubbing it in circular motions causing you to let out a surprised whimper

he placed a finger inside you, thrusting slowly causing you to grip his wrist as he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your lips as he quickened the pace, adding another finger shortly after causing you to grip his wrist even tighter from the pleasure that was building up

"p-peter please" you whined into his lips breathlessly, he smirked slightly as your high began to approach but he quickly pulled his fingers out causing you to frown from the loss of your orgasm

he brought his finger to his mouth, licking off your juices as he leaned back to reach down and unbuckle his belt, pulling his trousers and boxers off

you watched as his hard cock sprung out, clamping your thighs together in an attempt for any type of friction at the sight "look at you, wanting my cock so badly princess, you're so good for me" he hummed, leaning down to kiss your nose sending butterflies to your stomach

once he had completely discared himself of all his clothes, helping you to take your top off aswell; he got into your bed and pulled your back into his chest so yous were lying in a sideway position

you grabbed the fluffy blanket and brought it up to cover you both, he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and placed more kisses on your shoulder before pulling your leg up and rubbing his tip along your wet heat "peter" you whined at his teasing

he chuckled, sliding his hard dick into you slowly until it filled you to the brim then he wrapped his arms around you pulling you to flush against his chest, placing his head against the side of yours and kissing your cheek

you could feet your pussy fluttering at the feeling, you were already so turned on and sensitive from him fingering you that you really just wanted him to move inside of you but you knew he wanted this so you stayed as still as you could

"i love you angel" he whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek but when you reached around to kiss his lips it caused your hips to move against his resulting in a low moan erupting from the blondes mouth

"fuck, i can't do this" he grunted, hooking his arm under your leg to pull it up before he started thrusting into you at an alarming speed, you leaned your head back into his shoulder as little strings of moans and curses left your mouth

"you feel so good" he murmured, his dick sliding in and out of you as his hand left your leg to grab onto one of your breasts, pinching at your nipple and massaging it intensifying your pleasure

you could feel a knot forming in the pit of your stomach "b-baby i'm going to-" you could barely form a sentence as the feeling was getting to much, he knew what you were saying though "me too sweetheart, me too" he replied, his rhythm getting sloppier which showed you that he was

"let's cum together" he moaned, you nodded as the knot in your stomach began to release causing your legs to shake as the feeling of euphoria took over your body, low groans coming from peters mouth filled your ears as his hot seed filled you up

yous stayed like that for a few seconds before he pulled out, his cum leaking out of you "i love you so much" he whispered to you before pulling you into a loving kiss

"i love you too peter"

Got7 Reactions: You‘re pregnant

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AN: feel free to request anything you want

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Mark:

Him being the oldest, wouldn‘t really be affected too much by your accidental pregnancy, as he would be a great dad anyways. But of course, that wouldn‘t stop you from being nervous. But as soon as you tell him a huge gummy smile will appear on his beautiful face. He will hug you, place kisses all over your face and tell you how excited he is.

„Aren‘t you… mad or something?“ you asked, but he just laughed it off. „Why would I? This is great, I‘m going to be a father of a child who has an amazing mom!“

Jaebum:

Similar to Mark, Jaebum would be a great dad, and you knew he would, but as he is really busy being on tour, producing music and all that kind of stuff, you decided to wait a little and keep that information to yourself, trying to figure out whether to keep the child or not. (But then you remember that abortion would never be an option for you okokokokok) But your smart boyfriend will find out sooner that you hoped, as he noticed your weird behavior and ended up finding your pregnancy test.

„So you thought that you were able to hide such big news from me?“ he asked in a serious tone, raising one brow at you. „I- uh- I was scared you would leave me.“ you mumbled and he would just shake his head, then embrace you into a hug. „I would never do that.“

Jackson:

We all know that Jackson would be excited as hell. You weren‘t even scared to tell him, as you knew he loved children and he always kept on telling you home much he wanted a son to teach his dance moves to and a daughter to protect. He kept on telling you how excited he was to scare of all the boys who want to date his daughter and all that stuff. So when you told him, he literally fell onto his knees and started crying out of happiness. „Omg jagi, Thank you for having a functional uterus.“

Jinyoung:

This. Man. Is. Amazing. With. Children.

Just like the other boys, he would be a great dad. And you were about to tell him but he was quicker. He found out by the way you acted, the way you ate and all of that stuff. And he knew because you never refused sex for like 3 months which alarmed him as he was confused when you would finally start your period.

„I think we need to talk,“ is how he started the conversation. Of course, you would think of the worst, „I think you‘re pregnant.“ he added, making you breath out loudly. „I thought you were going to break up holy sh- but yes, I am.“ you said, making him frown. „Why didn‘t you tell me?“ he asked and you smiled. „I was going to tell you tomorrow on our date but you were faster.“

Youngjae:

Youngjae is a v soft boy, we all know that. So you were too scared to tell him when you found out. You knew there were two options in how he would react. He would either be extremely happy and get super excited… or he would panic and freak out. After nervously pacing up and down in the boys dorm, Youngjae noticed how tense you were and asked you if everything was fine. You told him to sit down with you, he did but you kept pacing around, making him nervous as well. „You wanna break up or something?“ he asked, making you shake your head. „I‘m pregnant!“ You blurted out, regretting it soon after. At first he looked shocked, but then soon enough started jumping up and down in excitement. „This is great!!!!“

Bambam:

We all know this would happen. Because Bambam can‘t control the lower part of his body. All you have to do is touch his leg and soon after you would be banged on any sort of object near by. Condoms? Never heard of that. You told him multiple times that one day you‘ll be pregnant and he just told you that it wouldn‘t matter. So when you actually were pregnant, you weren‘t really surprised or scared. You would actually walk up to Bam, hitting the back of his head, yelling at him. „See this is what happens when you don‘t put on a condom!“ showing him the test. His eyes would widen and he would actually cry out of happiness, saying „Oh yes in 9 months you wont be the only one calling me Daddy.“ while hugging your tummy.

Yugyeom:

Yugyeom was still young, you were even younger. So when you held your fifth pregnancy test in your hand, reading ‘positive’ you freaked out, sitting on the bathroom floor crying. You were 100% sure if Yugyeom found out he would break up with you. He wouldn‘t have time for a child, nor would his management allow him to keep the child. I mean, they already forced you to keep your relationship a secret. You decided to not tell Yugyeom, to keep it a secret and hide it as long as possible, no one knew just you and your plushies, but the time has come and your tummy grew bigger, and bigger. You knew this was an idiotic idea but you just couldn‘t do an abortion, nor did you want anyone to know. So when Mark walked over to you, asking you if you were pregnant, you lost your shit and started crying. This obviously caught Yugyeoms attention and you blurted out, that you were 5 months pregnant and too scared to tell Yugyeom. Well dis bitch heard and it confronted you about it. „Why would you hide it? Of course I will support you, I mean, why wouldn‘t I? I know we‘re young but keep in mind, the child will have two parents and 6 boys who keep an eye on him/her.“

hi! how about kaz brekker smut with a reader who's crying cause it feels sooo good??

Tears.

Kaz brekker x reader. 18+ Drabble. (No confirmation of gender)

YES! YES I WILL DARLING.

I hope this is okay! It’s short, also added a bit of another kink in it- Hope it’s okay. Also a glimpse of slightly dark Kaz entering.

Warning: Crying of pleasure, fluffy? Smut, spanking.

Kaz brekker was one who needed you to be comfortable at all times. You had stayed by his side and waited for him until he was comfortable with touch. The time with waiting, wanting and painfully watching you, he finally let the demons in his head go away.

So he hasn’t been letting anything get in the way of him having you, where he wants, when he want. (If you want it too) But he was a monster in bed, even though he cared he was always so rough with you. But you didn’t want it any other way.

“Fuck.” He groaned above you as he slammed his hips between your spread thighs. The room smelled like sex and the two of you, the room was getting hotter as each second passed by. He didn’t care that you both had pushed the bed back into the wall.

You wrapped so perfectly around him and the warmth felt so fucking good. He would slam so hard to get his cock to hit the deepest parts he could reach. He knew just the way you liked it, what way to push his cock in and the rhythm you liked. You had taught him how to touch you right, even taking some leads on his own that made you see stars.

His head leads back and his eyes closed from the pleasure. He had no clue as you started to tear up but he could feel the effects it had on your hole. But when a sob left your lips his head stopped and his eyes snapped open to pay attention. You had tears leaking from your eyes. It was painful to feel him stop, you didn’t want him to stop.

“What’s wrong?” He asked worries and went to pull out but you grabbed ahold of him. “No! Keep going. It feels so good, please.” You cried and raised your voice to get him to fuck you again.

He liked it when you had a tear or two from pleasure but this was new, it was different. Something in him slapped and screamed at him to make you cry worse, he wanted to hear you sob over and over as he pounded into you. But there was one thing he needed to do before releasing a new monster from within him.

“Are you sure? I need to know your okay.” He asked so calmly that it made your heart strings tug. You nodded quietly and looked up at him with scrunched brows of need. “I’m fine, so please just keep fucking me.” You whined and wrapped your legs around him and arched your back to get a new angle.

And with that you unleash him from a cage. Smirking darkly and got a almost a evil look in his eyes. “I want you weeping all night.” He took his hands and flipped you over on your stomach and pushed your head down but lifted your ass up. A moan left your lips as he pushed himself back in and slammed into you, earning a sob from you.

“I’m going to have every hole wet and dripping, when we are through the pillow better be soaking wet.” His firm hand slapped across your ass cheek. “I enjoy seeing, and hearing you cry for my cock.”