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3cremepie3 · 8 months

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Sypnopsis - Professor Crowley helping you his dear student relive some stress.

Warnings - Smut 18+, Teacher x student, squirting, dirty talk, humiliation, gagging, flattery!

A/n - I was been supposed to get this done. Sorry for the delay I got really busy with school. But it’s out now thanks for the support! And also before anyone starts Y/n is grown. REBLOG PLS!!

“It’s been months since I’ve seen my family! My friends hell even my enemies.” What have you been doing this whole time? Answer me, Crowley,” you demanded!

“Y/n I have a school to run on top of trying to solve your impossible dilemma. For all I know you might’ve fallen from the sky like the tums.” Well, you’re not doing a good job at your school if your students keep overblotting,” you snapped.

You were tired of Crowley's BS that’s why you stormed into his office. You were currently standing over his desk looking his stupid mask in the eyes. He sat on his chair which resembled a bird cage.

“I have to be the one to stop them from dying because conveniently somehow you’re never around. You told me I could be a student here, not a therapist.” As pathetic as it may be you began to cry the built stress of holding back your feelings let loose.

“I need help myself I don’t have time to help others. Please Crowley help me find a way home,” you sobbed. Crowley sighed before clutching you closer to him.

“I'm a generous headmaster I hate to see my students under such stress. Especially beautiful ones that I’m trying to help every day. Crowley pulled your hands away from your face. Here come closer Y/n.” You followed his instructions as he pulled slightly on your arm.

He opened up one of his desk drawers to a file with your name on it. “This is everything I’ve collected on you so far even after using my global resources,” he spoke.”You read through the files while bent over his desk for a better view.

You could see how every lead he got was scratched off. It was hard to read since he had chicken scribble but you got through most of it. Crowley had been trying. But this file just proved one more thing you were never getting home. In a moment of shock you fell back and the tears began to stream again. You were in Crowleys now lap to upset to move. “Sorry Mr. Crowley,” you sniffed. “I can see now that you have been trying.”

“Yes this whole time this situation has been stressful for me as well since you’re quite troublesome on campus,” he joked. You could tell he was trying to lighten the mood. “I guess you have it hard too.” You shifted so that you could look at him not even remembering that you were on his lap.

“Um yeah I guess you could say that,” he coughed. For a second you wondered what he meant by that and then you felt it. His large hard on pressing onto your back. “Oh I should get up,” you yelped.

“No, I don’t mind you staying here. You look too pretty when you cry. And it seems like we could both use a little bit of a stress relief. Look at how tense you are.” He started to massage your shoulders then his hands rolled down to your neck.

You let out a sharp exhale startled by his cold hand on such a sensitive area. He began to grind himself into your now-exposed panties since your skirt was lifted. “I’ll continue only if you want me to Y/n. It’s an honor to make love to someone like me,” he chuckled.

“I’ve never done anything like this Mr. Crowley.” It’s okay I’ll walk you through it there’s no way you won’t enjoy your time with me.” Okay I’ll try then.”

“But are we gonna do it here? What if someone walks in?” They can’t do much to the I'm the headmaster after all.” His hands gripped your ass giving it a firm squeeze. “I don’t know Mister this seems like a bad idea.

“Hey,” you protested. “Just calm down.” His fingers ghosted over your pussy causing you to squirm. “Squirming already I guess you’re nervous. I would be too if I were having sex with me.”

“Shhh just sit and relax.” He put your legs on each side of the chair legs and held your back for support. “Let’s get these useless things off.” He cut off your panties in an instant with his claws.

“Your egos too high,” you spoke. “And your mouth is too smart it would be best if I stuff you quiet.” What huh.” You asked not fully registering what he meant. The leftover fabric of your panties was stuffed in your mouth.

“That’s better.” One of his hands gripped your thigh tighter as the other worked off his golden claws and gloves. You waited watching his every move. His fingers were abnormally long and slender. He also had claw-like fingernails on all but two of his middle fingers. You didn’t think Mr. Crowley would get any pussy he seemed too busy but you were wrong. He knew exactly what to do massaging your clit while teasing your fluttering hole.

Your moans could be heard through your gag. “Feels good huh?” I can tell it does look at how you’ll suck me up.” He inserted his finger then and your heat greedily accepted him.

“See I’m always right!” You ready to take the next one? He questioned inbetween tasting your juices on his finger. You shook your head quickly slightly ashamed at your eagerness. The stretch felt heavenly to the point where you sunk your hips down further on his fingers.

“So needy huh? You needed this Y/n you need me huh?” You shook your head again grinding yourself up and down on his fingers. By now your pussy was so wet it started to make lewd sounds.

They got louder and louder the longer you fucked yourself on his fingers. Crowley sat back admiring the view. Your pussy was on full display since your uniform skirt was lifted. You felt his eyes burning onto you. His gaze wasn’t a judgemental but a loving one.

He realized how much of a slut he just found. He would just have to train you to realize it. But you were quickly breaking out of your box. Your moans were turning into whines. You were close now bouncing on his curved fingers like a fuck rabbit.

Your hands dug into his shoulders landing on his soft feather-filled Shaw. You buried your face in his neck too ashamed to face him. “Most women would get tired by now and want me to fuck them. I guess you young ones have more stamina.”

He was such a talkative asshole you wish that he would shut up. But you couldn’t stop now when you were so close to cumming. You were so close to letting go your juices were dripping down his fingers wetting his dress shirt.

“Such a loud sloppy mess for me. You’re doing so good Let me see how you feel with this.” He stopped all motion leaving you breathless. For a second you were hopeless that he was gonna help you finish. But his hands boosted your thighs up now your pussy was nearing his mouth.

You gasped into your gag you were high up now with no support other than his hair to hold. “Shh calm down I never dropped anyone doing this. Just give in everything will be okay.” He spoke sending vibrations and chills up your already shakey spine. He licked up around your thighs purposefully missing your needy parts. You whined pulling him forward. “Lick here.” You tried to illustrate through your gag.

This was the longest you’ve been edged your entire impatient life. You used your tongue to push your gag out you could’ve taken being bound any longer. “Headmage please I need your mouth. I need to cum or I think I’ll go crazy. Now stop being a fucking tease,” you demanded. “That’s not nice language young lady.” Okay, I’m sorry I’m sorry,” you pleaded.

“Fine, I’ll be kind enough to spare you.” Ahh! You screamed being unexpectedly dropped. You were back on Crowley's lap then you were back on the desk. You spread your legs again and finally after what felt like forever his mouth met your clit.

You wrapped your legs around his head tightly. “You’re not escaping this bit.” No problem I can stay like this for hours,” he murmured. He began to lap up your juices that had pilled up from all his teasing.

“Mmm, that feels good.” Doesn't it baby I heard my head game is superior.” Stop hearing and start focusing,” you instructed. “You’re insufferable,” you sighed. “And you're sweet so sweet,” he explained through slurps.

“Mmm Crowley,” you groaned. “You’re so naughty y/n I feel you twitching on my tongue. Are you about to cum? You must be look at how you’re shaking.” You hadn’t even noticed that how your body was reacting.

“Yes I’m about to cum!” Hmm,” he pondered. “Should I really let you cum? I don’t think this naughty pussy deserves it.” He teased while slapping your clit. You tightened in surprise and sprung up. “Crowley!”

“Fuck please just let me I’ve been waiting so long.” He gave you a reassuring glance latching his mouth to your clit. This time you knew he would allow you to cum. He didn’t let up for a second not even to breathe.

His mask partially lifted but you were too out of it to look at his secret identity. Your vision began to blur so you just shut your eyes as tight as they could go. Crowley didn’t like how your body was pulling away so his arm held your stomach down.

There was no escaping his tounges harsh attack even after you began to cum. He continued prolonging your orgasm. Your toes curled and even the iron grip he had on your waist wasn’t enough to stop you from shaking.

“Fuck I’m gonna! Ahh, I’m gonna squirt if you keep that up,” you warned. “I don’t mind the mess my dear but I do mind your volume.” He explained before pulling you into a smothering kiss.

You let go completely over his lanky fingers. “Headmage!! You screamed into his mouth. His tongue swayed across yours muffling your sound. “Ahh.” You sighed relieved that your edging was over. You were trying to relax your breathing for a moment before you hit Crowley. “What the fuck why are you such a tease?!”

“I have to be and anyways you should be grateful look at how hard you came.” You left my desk all sticky.” Well it’s gonna stay that way,” you chuckled. You slid off his desk pulling your panties back up.

“C’mon don’t leave my little stress reliever. Don’t you want to help your dear Headmage out a little more after I was so kind to you?” He grabbed his buldge and for a second you wanted to go back down on your knees.

But the bell ringing distracted your thoughts. “I need to be a good student like I said earlier. So bye Crowley. You left leaving him a hard insatiable mess.

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seungminsbaldspot · 4 months

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Impenetrable - Chapter Two

Pairing: Hybrid/Poly BTS x Reader

Series Link: impenetrable masterlist

Word Count: 2,020 ish

Warnings: Mentions of gangs, hitman behavior, mentions of killing

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Recap:

As the pack eats dinner, You can feel the heaviness from the stress of the day take a toll on you, causing your eyes to flutter. No matter the amount of training the lab or Eanses puts you through, when the body needs something it will either get it or break down.

And unfortunately for you, your eyes close.

And when they open, You see your target eye-to-eye with you.

The sudden change in surroundings startles you as your eyes open to find yourself face-to-face with Min Yoongi. The realization hits you like a jolt of electricity, and a surge of panic courses through your veins. How did he find you? Did he sense your presence despite your efforts to remain hidden?

Your furry ears move a thousand miles a minute, searching for any audio clues. Your eyes search your surroundings, Only Min Yoongi is in the room. There is only one exit. Two if you count the window, but looking out the window, You are on the second floor. How did you even end up here? How did you not wake up while in transit?

Your eyes land back on Min Yoongi. His gaze on you intensifies. You can’t read his expression, His face is very blank. But as he is your target, the files that you’ve read about him, this was not surprising to you. As you focus back on Min Yoongi, his blank expression is disconcerting. Your training reminds you to stay composed, but the uncertainty of the circumstances tests your resolve.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The air in the room hangs heavy with unspoken questions. Finally, Min Yoongi breaks the silence, his voice low and measured, "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" You think for a moment, whatever you say could lead to your demise. Whether by Min Yoongi’s hand or Eanses.

“I will not lie to you,” You start off, “I was sent here on a mission. But I am sure you were already aware of that. “He scoffs, “No shit.” You shrug, the shrug causing you to realize that you were tied down to the chair that you were sitting in. Min Yoongi smirks, “You’re tied.” Now you scoff, “No shit.” He rolls his eyes, “What the hell are you doing here? I haven’t done anything for the past five years. What the fuck do you want from me?” You sigh, looking down. Yes, you were trained to kill, But watching this pack for the past seven months has gotten you unfortunately attached to them.

“Sent to eliminate you.” You mutter out. As soon as you said that, Someone bursts through the door, “And you still want to be alone with her?” Alpha says, well more like yells.

The sudden intrusion startles both you and Min Yoongi. Alpha's commanding presence fills the room, and you can feel the tension escalate. Min Yoongi's expression shifts from annoyance to curiosity, and you're acutely aware of the precariousness of the situation.

Alpha's eyes narrow as he assesses the scene, taking in the tied-down figure before him. "Explain," he demands, his tone leaving no room for evasion. You take a deep breath, considering your next words carefully.

"I was sent here to eliminate Min Yoongi," you repeat, meeting Alpha's gaze. The admission hangs in the air, and you brace yourself for their reactions. Min Yoongi smirks again, seemingly unfazed by the revelation.

Alpha's eyes, however, narrow further, and the intensity of his gaze suggests that your presence poses a significant threat to the pack. "You're tied because we can't afford to take chances," Alpha states, his voice firm. "Why should I believe anything you say?" Min Yoongi scoffs, “Why would she lie about that? Isn’t it obvious she’s telling the truth?”

Alpha's gaze shifts between you and Min Yoongi, considering the dynamics of the situation. The skepticism in his eyes persists, but Min Yoongi's endorsement of your truthfulness carries some weight. The atmosphere in the room remains charged with uncertainty.

"Truth or not, we can't ignore the fact that she's here to eliminate me," Min Yoongi says, his tone calm but with an underlying edge. "The question is, what do we do now?"

Alpha remains silent for a moment, contemplating the options. Finally, he issues a command, "Untie her, but keep a close eye on her. We need more answers before making any decisions." Min Yoongi bends down to untie your wrists, once letting them free you try to rub the marks away.

As you rub your wrists, Alpha warns, "Make a move, and you won't like the consequences. Now, start talking. Who sent you, and why are they after Yoongi?" You shrug, “Either way I am about to end up dead.” The two men’s gaze intensifies for a moment, “Look, we don’t care about what could or could not happen to you. We just want to know who fucking sent you.” Min Yoongi grumbles. You suppose that is fair, You are nothing to them. Looks like they have a lot in common with the humans from the lab.

You sigh, pulling down the collar of your shirt, to reveal the branding that Eanses gave you many years ago. The giant E that stretches across the skin of your neck cause your target to sharply inhale. The room falls silent as Min Yoongi and Alpha take in the sight of the branded "E" on your neck. Their expressions shift from suspicion to a mix of surprise and realization.

Min Yoongi's gaze narrows, and he demands, "Eanses? What's your connection to them?"

You take a moment to collect your thoughts, realizing that your mission has taken an unexpected turn. The dynamics of the situation have shifted, and you find yourself at a crossroads where the truth becomes your only ally. You tell the truth you die, you lie you die. There is no winning for you. Death is the only end deal here.

“I was created for Eanses.” You admit, your voice steady. “ They worked closely with a hybrid lab that tested on us. There was a group of us, I was the only one that lived, or well ‘passed the tests’.” You sigh, trying not to let the memories of the lab and the people make you crumble in front of your target and his pack, “Once Eanses got word of me passing, they took me. Trained to kill. Conditioned to follow commands without question. My official mission was to eliminate Min Yoongi and anyone in my way.”

Alpha and Min Yoongi exchange a glance, a silent communication passing between them. The room remains silent for a moment, the gravity of the situation palpable. Alpha breaks the silence, his voice stern, "Why are you telling us this now? What changed?" You meet Alpha's gaze, recognizing the need to explain your unexpected deviation from the mission. Your eyes widen, You have officially failed your mission.

“I… I’m not sure. Perhaps watching you all live so… freely? It’s quite a selfish thought of mine I suppose, But I knew there was no way I could fuck your lives up. Ending Min Yoongi’s life would most definitely fuck up the packmate’s lives. I was trained to not give a shit and yet I’m giving all of my shits for this random ass pack.” You angrily ramble, However you aren’t angry with the two men in front of you, no, you are angry with yourself.

The admission of your internal struggle echoes in the room, and your frustration with yourself is easily seen. The unexpected depth of your connection to the pack has thrown a wrench into the well-laid plans of Eanses. Alpha and Min Yoongi exchange another glance, this time with a hint of understanding.

Alpha's stern expression softens slightly as he observes your internal conflict. "You chose a different path," he states, his tone less accusatory and more contemplative. "We need time to consider the implications of your presence and the threat Eanses poses to us."

You nod, understanding the situation that the pack is in. However, You are unsure what this means for you though.

Min Yoongi, who has been mostly silent throughout, finally speaks, "If you're telling the truth, then your mission has obviously failed. And returning to Eanses would mean death. But trust is earned, not given. We'll be watching you closely, and with any sign of betrayal, I will kill you." You nod understanding.

Your frustration simmers as the weight of your actions sinks in. The pack's decision remains uncertain, and the reality of your failed mission looms heavily over you. “I’ll talk to the others. Explaining everything. I’ll see their reactions and then we will move on from there. You stay here with her. “

Alpha's command leaves you alone with Min Yoongi in the room, the air thick with tension. As you process the implications of your failed mission and the uncertain fate that awaits you, Min Yoongi studies you with a contemplative gaze.

The silence stretches, broken only by the distant sounds of the night. Min Yoongi finally speaks, his voice calm, "You've put yourself in quite a predicament. Trust is a rare thing here, it's not something easily earned."

You nod, acknowledging the truth in his words. The weight of your choices and the consequences they carry weigh heavily on your shoulders.

Min Yoongi leans back, crossing his arms, "You're not the only one with a troubled past. We all have our demons. What's your story, aside from being a tool for Eanses?"

As you contemplate how much to reveal, Min Yoongi's question forces you to confront your own history. The vulnerability in his eyes suggests a shared understanding of the complexities that shape a person.

“I don’t know what else to tell you really. I’ve already said all I needed to say.” You shrug. Min Yoongi studies you for a moment, his gaze searching for any signs of deception or hidden motives. The room remains quiet as he contemplates your words.

"You've said what you needed to say, but that doesn't mean your past is irrelevant," he replies, his voice measured. "If you want a chance with the pack, honesty is crucial. Tell me more about the lab, Eanses, and what they did to you."

You hesitate, considering how much to reveal. The vulnerability in Min Yoongi's eyes hints at a shared understanding of pain and struggle. Opening up might be a way to bridge the gap of distrust that currently separates you from the pack.

"Fine," you sigh, “The lab stole me. It was your typical hybrid lab, testing on hybrids Genetic manipulation, conditioning, and training, all that, I’m sure you’re aware. Eanses was already working with this particular lab, trying to create the perfect hitman. And if they were caught and killed oh well because they’re a hybrid. You know? There was a group of like fifteen people who were put through the testing and training for Eanses. They all died, but me. I was successful. Eanses took me as their perfect hitman. I’ve been doing missions since then. This is the only one I’ve failed.”

Min Yoongi listens attentively, and for a moment, there's a glimpse of empathy in his eyes. The bond between you and the pack may still be uncertain, but your willingness to reveal more about your painful past could be a step towards building understanding and trust.

Min Yoongi absorbs your words, and the weight of your history hangs in the air. The vulnerability you've shared opens a window into the dark chapters of your past, and the shared understanding of pain and struggle begins to bridge the gap between you and your target.

"I've had my fair share of struggles," Min Yoongi admits, his tone softer. "We all carry our demons, but it doesn't define who we are. The fact that you're here, willing to talk about it, suggests there's more to you than just being a tool for Eanses."

The acknowledgment of your shared struggles creates a subtle shift in the atmosphere. Min Yoongi's gaze reflects a mixture of empathy and contemplation, as if trying to decipher the complexities of you.

"What now?" he asks, breaking the momentary silence. "Even if the pack decides to let you stay, Eanses won't take kindly to your failure."

You look down, “Death is really my only option here. Sounds gruesome but I am nothing to them, just some spendable life.”

The conversation is interrupted by the door swinging open. It’s Alpha. “The pack wants to meet you.”

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mrsjobarnes · 10 months

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Not the Only Cowboy - Chapter 4

Summary: Jake had never been the type of guy to fall first, maybe you’ll be the one to change that.

A/N~ Sorry this took so long guys, I just got finished my first year a college and had writer’s block, especially with this story. Anyways hope you enjoy it! Xoxo

Jake Sersin x Nurse!reader

Word count: 960

Warning: Abuse, Let me know if I missed anything

Likes & comments are welcome!

Please do not steal my work!

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“I came to get my fiancé,” he said with a smirk with his feet propped on your desk.

“Leave,” you said in a shaky yet firm voice, reaching behind you to open the door.

“Excuse me,” he said getting up and walking to you like a hunter hunting prey, “That is no way to talk to your husband,” he said smiling and closing the door and trapping you between it and him. “You should be grateful that I haven’t dragged you out of this place and back to our home, this fantasy of you having a job has made you change. Where is my sweet, loving baby” he asked.

“She died the minute you laid your hands on me Blake, now get out before I call security,” you said as calmly as you could.

“And what are they gonna do,” he said in a growling tone. You closed your eyes and prayed to whatever god there was for help. “Now get your stuff and get in the truck we’ve got a long drive home.” You did as he said and grabbed your purse.

As you walked out of your office you told your secretary you had to leave for a family emergency and that you’d be back tomorrow. You slowly led Blake the longest way possible to the parking lot hoping to run into someone who could help you.

After a few minutes, Blake caught on, “Alright baby you’ve had your fun now lead us to the truck or you’ll have hell to pay.” you swallowed knowing he made good on his threats. You had one last chance to get help. You decided to walk past the pilot’s brake room and then to the parking lot. Hopefully, someone will see you. As you walked past the room you looked in and made eye contact with Bob and signed SOS. you hoped he knew what you meant, you slowly began to come to terms with the fact that you were stuck again as you made your way to his car.

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Bob was exhausted and just wanted a cup of coffee, the new drills had been getting on his nerves because no one could complete them. As he sat down in the lounge room he saw you and a strange man walk by something was off your body language didn’t look right, you looked on edge. Then he saw you sign SOS and he knew he needed to get help. He ran to the group and explained the situation. Hangman was the first to take off towards the civilian parking lot. Bob and Rooster took after him once they made it there they started to look for her. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white pickup truck move toward the exit. “I found her guys” he yelled. They all ran to the exit and narrowly made it. They stood in front of the car and saw Y/n in the car with tear streaks down her face.

“Is there a problem soldier?” Blake said out of the window. Jake walked to your side and opened the door. “What the hell are you doing get your hands off my wife!” he shouted. Bradley made his way to the driver’s side right as Blake gets out of the car and tried to explain that one of their comrades had sliced his hand open while doing repairs on his Plane. “Okay but I want her back in 15 minutes,” he says to the group. Walking up to you and giving you a hug “Don’t try anything” he said squeezing your arm.

Jake grabs your hand and starts leading you in that direction. “Who is hurt?” you ask. Jake leads you towards mavericks office in the opposite direction. You saw the gand waiting outside of Mavs office.

“No one Bob said something seemed off so we came running,” Jake said walking you into Maverick’s office where Phoenix, Maverick, and Cyclone were all standing. You saw your file on the desk. He shut and locked the door when you were in the room. “Everything you say in here doll stays between us,” he said leading you to a seat.

“Y/n why didn’t you tell us you were married?” Maverick asked

“Because im not, that’s my Ex-fiancé, I have no idea how he found me,” you say as you start sobbing. “I was so careful and made sure my old base wouldn’t tell him my new assignment. I thought I was free,” you say trying to stop crying.

“What im about to ask you may be a difficult question but has he ever physically hurt you?” Cyclone asked you. You shake your head yes and cry even harder. Jake wraps his arms around you while the others start talking and making a plan.

Once you’ve calmed down Maverick starts talking, “Okay, Y/n we have devised a plan to get you out of here. You’re gonna go to your apartment with Phoenix and Jake and get some stuff and stay with Phoenix, okay?” he says. You shake your head yes, and stand to follow Phoenix to her car.

“Stay right here with Jake while I get my car,” she said walking to her car. Jake clears him through as if asking you to look at him.

“Please look at me,” Jake says. He pulls your chin to look at him and is met with your glossy eyes. “Darling look at me, I will never let him hurt you. Ever again not while im still breathing. Do you hear me” he says looking at you with something you hadn’t expected it wasn’t pity. It was genuine and pure, it almost felt like love. You quickly look away scared of the feeling of loving someone again.

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furmomz · 1 year

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task 141 + los vaqueos x germen reader pt2

A/N: this is pt2 of the germen reader i still have no title name for it so if anyone has any idea pleae let me know what i should call this series

continuation: "Wir haben ein neues Ziel, eine Frau namens Valeria" (we have a new target a woman named Valeria) the room was silent for a minute then a teammate know as grim one of ur closest friend also one of the best technician on the base spoke up "Oh, was ist so besonders an ihr?" (oh whats so special about her?) "Valeria Garza, auch bekannt als „El Sin Nombre“ (Die Namenlose). Sie ist eine ehemalige Offizierin der mexikanischen Spezialeinheiten." the captain interrupted (Valeria Garza, also known as "El Sin Nombre" (The Nameless). She is a former officer in the Mexican Special Forces.) prism our medic who has saved our asses more than once was in shock "Mexikaner? Was zum Teufel macht sie in Deutschland?" (Mexican? what the fuck is she doing in germany?)....the captain replied with "Sie wurde vor einer Weile verhaftet, konnte jedoch entkommen und uns wurde gesagt, dass sie hierher kam, um etwas Großes zu planen"(she was arrested a while ago however she escaped and we were told she came here planning something big) he then said "wir wissen nicht, was sie plant, aber wir wissen, dass sie neben den grauen Kobras arbeitet" (we do not know what she is planning but we do know is that she is working alongside the graue Kobras) the room was yet again silent the graue Kobras were an organization that we are trying to stop for years now but had no luck and went off the radar from the last mission which went downhill they got a tip from someone that we were going to ambush their base and left the compound before we could even get in all that remained was a trap it was a bomb on one of the doors that Cruz a teammate that was known for his ability to hack into a device in seconds was supposed to breach once he had opened the door and set the bomb it exploded and there was nothing left

of him but his dog tags that u still carry it with u.u cant help but feel that it was ur fault u were their lieutenant u could have stoped him.... U were brought back into reality by my captains rough voice "Sie führt das Kartell rund um den Globus und regiert Las Almas, Mexiko, mit eiserner Faust, während sie auch anderen Kriminellen und Terroristen bei ihren Anfragen hilft wie Hassan Zyani. Sie ist auch der Erzfeind von Alejandro Vargas." Valeria Garza, also known as El Sin" (She leads the cartel around the world and rules Las Almas, Mexico with an iron fist while also helping other criminals and terrorists with their requests like Hassan Zyani. She is also the nemesis of Alejandro Vargas." Valeria Garza, also known as El Sin) prism grunted and spoke up "Warte, warum fangen wir sie, wenn sie eine mexikanische Kriminelle ist?" (wait so why are we catching her if she is a mexican criminal?) the captain then proceeded to state how they owed some sort of favor to a friend named Laswell to be honest u weren't paying much attention as ur team started to argue with the captain about. "schweigt euch alle!" (shut up all of u) the captain shouted now frustrated at his team, everyoneone went silent "Wir müssen dem kommenden Team helfen, sie und die grauen Kobras von ihren Plänen abzuhalten" (we have to help the coming team to stop her and the graue Kobras from whatever they are planning) he paused "also wer ist dabei?" (so who is in?)u were angry and honestly still in denial of what happed to Cruz u wanted revenge and this was probably the only opportunity u will get. "Ich bin dabei" (i am in) u spoke up the captain returning a firm nod as ur other teammates look at u with hesitation and then agreed. the captain then started to go over the plan and gave all of us the files which contains the new team members we were going to help task 141 and los vaqueros the captain told us to know there names and everything about them as they probably know already a lot about us.

A/N: apperently there is a word limit here so i will post the rest of pt2 in another post i mean im still working on it right this second

#task 141 x reader #los vaqueros x reader #soap x reader #kyle gaz x reader #price x reader #simon ghost x reader #alejandro x reader #rodolfo rudy x reader

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thebangtancloud · 2 years

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My Guardian (Part 3) ~ Kim Namjoon

Pairing: bodyguard!Namjoon x businesswoman/dancer!Reader

Genre: Romance, Humour, Strangers to Lovers.

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: Your life picks for the better the moment your manager introduces you to a super hot man who you find yourself falling for instantly, who also happens to be designated as your personal bodyguard, who also - not so secretly - happens to have feelings for you as well

A/n: THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR AGES AND I'VE FINALLY MANAGED TO FINISH THIS UP AND POST IT!!! I really hope you enjoy this part :))

Part 1 || Part 2 || Masterlist.

"So, Mr. Hulk," Hoseok began with a cheeky smirk, "Tell us something we don't know about you."

You nodded in agreement, resting your chin in your palm as you watched the gorgeous man sitting in front of you. Namjoon chuckled, raising a finger to scratch at his brow as he tried to come up with an answer.

"You did?" You asked Jimin and he nodded, "I mean, I took a wild guess, he really does look like a married man to me."

"Uhm, I once had a wife," he smiled in thought, reaching for his glass of beer to take a long sip.

Hoseok and you gasped in surprise, while Jimin leaned against his chair and clapped loudly, "I knew it!"

"And how would you know that?" Hoseok questioned.

Jimin shrugged, "I have a friend who is married too, maybe I can read into their body language or something," he laughed awkwardly.

"Why are you looking at me?" you slapped Hoseok's shoulder when his smirk deepened, knowing exactly what was going on in his mind.

"I am not married now, though," Namjoon quickly added, showing up his fingers to prove that he had no ring on.

"That's a relief," Hoseok commented, briefly looking at you.

"No reason," he giggled, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at you. "I was wondering when you would get married."

"What?" you gasped, eyes widening in horror. "Please, don't spoil the mood, Hobi."

Jimin laughed in delight, taking one large gulp of his beer before placing his glass down and standing up. He offered one hand to you while the other pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Dance with me."

A smile made its way to your face instantly, taking his hand and letting him pull you off of the ground.

"To what?"

He began to walk with you towards the corner of his studio where his speakers were, turning the Bluetooth on and slipping off his socks in the process.

"It's a piece that I made with my friend, an instrumental, but I think it suits the mood."

"A piece you made? As in?" you inquired curiously, peeking into his phone and noticing him opening a file that had the name 'Serendipity' on it.

"Wow, what does that even mean?"

He chuckled, shaking his head at you, "I'll tell you when I finish writing the lyrics."

He then placed the phone down as music began to fill the room. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Hoseok pull out his phone to record the two of you, while Namjoon turned to completely face you both with a gentle smile on his face.

"Just follow my lead," He instructed quietly, taking your arm and placing it around his shoulder. A firm arm held you to his chest, his eyes downcast as he kept his gaze on your feet.

"Easy," he whispered, bending you all the way down to the floor, your head tilting back and eyes closing.

"Hold onto me," he mumbled again, pulling you effortlessly with enough force to swing you to the side, Jimin taking a few steps forward and you moving with him.

"I'm getting married."

Somewhere in the background, you heard Hoseok cheer loudly to which Jimin grinned proudly.

"Breathe," he nodded, turning you to face your little audience and connecting his chest to your back, moving down and slipping an arm under your leg to lift you up.

"Hold me with your right hand," and you followed his instruction, slipping your hand to grip onto his neck and letting your head rest against his shoulder. "Good, good." He took wide steps around the studio, twirling the two of you around with you in his arms.

"(Y/n)," he whispered, making your eyes fly open. He placed you onto the floor, spinning you once and pulling you straight up against his chest to steady you.

Before you could reply, he placed one hand over your mouth and the other behind your head, somehow silencing you and turning you to face Hoseok and Namjoon again. You stopped breathing, his arms slipping around your waist and moving gently to the music.

With his lips against your ear, he mumbled quietly, "Her name is Ah Seong."

You gulped, turning to look at him but he pushed your head back in place.

"Shin Ah Seong."

"Jimin," you whispered, but he shushed you, turning you to face him and guiding your arm into the air.

"I am writing this song for her." He smiled at you, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "And I want you to meet her."

Your eyes filled with tears, nodding vigorously as he caught onto you to dip you one last time. As the music came to a stop, he held you in place as you watched his own eyes turn glassy.

"Jiminie," you whispered again, your body feeling like fluid as you gazed at him in disbelief. He pulled you back up when Hoseok and Namjoon began to clap loudly, a gentle laugh rumbling through his chest.

"Why didn't you tell me?" you wondered, a single tear slipping out of your eye. He wiped it away with his thumb as a watery giggle bubbled out of you.

"Jimin!" you exclaimed, jumping up and down in your place before hugging him tightly, "What the heck!"

"What the heck Jimin!" You gasped in disbelief, unable to process the information he so casually bombarded you with. "Aye, now don't make me blush."

"I know right?" he laughed, patting your back as he motioned for Hoseok to join the two of you. Within moments, you felt Hoseok wrap his arms around the two of you.

"Our Jiminie is getting married!" He shouted, the three of you jumping together as you all began to laugh.

"Wait," you caught Hoseok's elbow, "You knew?"

His mouth flew open, panicked eyes darting towards Namjoon before letting out a shrill cry, racing towards him and hiding behind him. You soon followed, picking up one shoe from the side and running after him.

"You knew and you didn't tell me! Come here!" You giggled, trying you dodge around Namjoon and aim for Hoseok, but he only caught onto Namjoon's arms and move him like a human shield.

"JIMIN!" he screamed, "TAKE THIS MONKEY AWAY FROM ME!"

Your jaw dropped dramatically.

"Monkey?"

Hoseok took this as his chance to run past you, and within a second you snapped out of it, quickly turning to run after him. Soon, the dance studio was filled with Hoseok's banshee shrieks while Jimin and Namjoon quickly picked up the beers and snacks from the floor to avoid creating a mess.

Namjoon's eyebrows flew up in surprise, "Really?"

"Congratulations man." Namjoon shook Jimin's hand with an encouraging smile.

Jimin giggled happily.

"Thank you, and I must say, I'm so glad to finally meet you, she wouldn't stop talking about-" Jimin bit his tongue, a sheepish grin taking over his expression.

"Oops."

"I didn't say anything," Jimin raised his hands up into the air, his head nodding yes nevertheless. Namjoon laughed, patting his stomach and looking back to see you on Hoseok's back, your hands pulling on his hair as he slapped the floor repeatedly.

"Are you very close with her?"

Jimin nodded.

"She's like my baby sister." He watched you as well, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "I love seeing her happy."

"Of course."

"Me too," Namjoon spoke softly. Jimin's gaze never left you, but he patted Namjoon on the back.

"Can I tell you something?"

"There are only a handful of things that can make her happy. I know for a fact that Hoseok hyung is her strongest tower. He was with her from the very beginning and stood by her when no one else did. They love each other to no end, even when they're at each other's throats."

Namjoon chuckled softly when Hoseok began to give you a piggyback ride across the floor.

"That's one of the first things I noticed about them."

"I can see that as well," he settled on the floor beside Jimin.

Jimin smiled, sitting on the floor and folding his legs.

"She fell in love with dance, and that's how we met. I wouldn't want to brag but I know I make her happy too," he sent a wink in Namjoon's direction who was laughing at Jimin's words.

Silence overtook the two of them as they watched you and Hoseok fall onto the floor, giggling like little kids. Jimin offered a new can of beer to Namjoon, reaching for a packet of chips that were on the floor next to them.

"Namjoon-ssi?"

Namjoon looked over to Jimin, who was watching over you with a fond smile.

"Yeah?"

Jimin chuckled to himself, turning to face Namjoon.

"I don't know how you do it, but you make her happy too."

As Jimin sat up straighter to make place, he pulled the little table back to the middle and got up from the floor, squeezing Namjoon's shoulders and giggling excitedly.

Namjoon took in a sharp breath, his heart leaping at Jimin's words.

"You think so?" and while Jimin shook his head, the two of you began to walk back to them, completely exhausted and sweaty from the catfight you were in.

"I know so."

"You did very well," you heard someone praise you, turning around and laughing in surprise as you watched Namjoon make his way over to you. "You spoke like a professional."

"You helped me."

"Really?" you smiled proudly, your eyes scrunching shut as he lifted his hand to pat your head.

"Yes, really."

The two of you stood side by side against the little space of the window in Jimin's studio, gazing up to the moon that had disappeared behind the dark clouds, occasionally peeking out to say hi.

"I didn't do anything," he disregarded your statement, looking down at you in confusion.

You could hear Namjoon breathe out a sigh, a soft hum vibrating out of his chest. Neither of you said a word, standing close with your hand in his, his thumb tracing your skin while you enjoyed the feel of his rough, yet oh-so-incredibly comforting touch in your hand. You suddenly wished there would be someone up there who would finally be merciful and let you be happy.

"You did," you whispered, slipping your hand into his as a smile took over your face.

"Do you remember now?"

"It did," you mumbled, swallowing thickly as you looked away. "It calmed me."

"I didn't think it would help," Namjoon commented, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. And when you looked up, you wondered how it was possible for him to look so...heavenly.

He looked magnificent as his hair fell against his forehead in gentle waves, shining brightly under the moonlight as the silver strands reflected it, giving him a god-like glow. His eyes, no longer sharp but round and soft, glistening with the after-effects of the several drinks that he had. Yet, he looked down at you with eyes that were swirling in love, like he knew that even when he wasn't working, he felt the urge to protect you. To hide you away from all the pain in the world. To love you like the way you deserved to be loved.

"Okay then," he laughed, letting go of your hand to slip it around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

"I'll hold your hand whenever you need me to."

And you would be damned if he could hear the way your heart was thudding against your ribcage.

"Really?"

Namjoon turned his face to look down at you, the edges of his teeth peeking out from the gentle smile that graced his features.

"Yes," he breathed out, staring wordlessly into your eyes and following the soft curve of your cheekbone. With a blink, he stole a glance at your lips, his gaze making its way back up to your eyes in an instant.

You both would find each other doing this quite often, standing side by side, sometimes hand in hand, gazing up at the night sky. You smiled at the recognition that this was your thing now. Namjoon would almost always find you alone as if he just knew where you would be, but there was a different touch to his behavior.

"You're beautiful," he whispered gently, his arm still resting against your shoulder and keeping you attached to him. With a sigh, his head fell back as a soft joyous laugh buzzed out of him.

"Shit, I can't be simping over you right now," he chuckled with a shake of his head, turning to look out at the sky again.

He would let down his guard whenever he was with you in such moments, he wanted to not just be a bodyguard or someone who worked for you. He wanted to be a friend to you, he wanted to be someone you'd feel comfortable around, someone who could sense when you felt lonely and would be present to fill in that gap for you, someone who could bring a smile to your face even if it was over the smallest of things.

"Namjoon?"

"Yes?"

"Would you dance with me?"

He blinked, looking around awkwardly as a nervous laugh rumbled through his chest.

"Um..."

"Please," you insisted with a pout.

Namjoon looked down at you for a moment, perhaps in thought, his head nodding yes even though he didn't want to dance.

"I'm not the greatest dancer," he warned you, eyes now wide and alert as you placed yourself in front of him, glancing down at the distance between his feet and yours in fear of accidentally stepping on your toes.

"We're not competing, I just want to dance with you, relax," you patted his shoulders that were tense, slowly rolling them out for him as he blinked down at you, letting you do whatever you were doing to him.

"Did you see the way Jimin and I danced today?" You asked him, pulling his hand down to rest against your lower back.

Namjoon cleared his throat.

"I can't dance like that."

"I don't want you to dance like that," you giggled softly, taking a step closer to him.

"I just need you to hold me like that, that's all."

Namjoon felt his heart rate begin to pick up when you slipped as arm over his shoulder, your body having to stretch up a bit because he was taller and broader than Jimin. He held your hand delicately in his, the other palm resting flat against your back, pulling you closer with a deep breath.

"I think I could manage that," he breathed out.

"Good, now just relax your body, don't be so tense. Just try to think of your body like its fluid, and follow my lead," you spoke softly, not really wanting this to be a dance lesson yet trying to get him to relax.

Within a few minutes, the music finally became a buzz in the background, soft and gentle beats guiding the two of you across the floor. Namjoon was trying his best to be gentle with you, his fingers trembling in your hold yet as you had mentioned, he tried to follow your lead.

With each tug, he moved towards you, with each gentle push, he moved away and pulled you along with him, soft yet focused puffs of hair hitting the side of your face as he tried to get into the rhythm with you.

At one point, he wondered why you stopped any movements at all, urging him to take the lead and move you along with him. Namjoon gulped, eyes dropping down to catch your gaze.

"What do I do now?" he mumbled, coming to a stop.

You smiled up at him, placing both of your hands around his neck.

"Take control."

His lips rolled into a straight line, blinking nervously.

"I can't really dance..."

"We have been dancing all this time," you reminded him.

Before he could reply, the song changed to the same instrumental beat that you and Jimin had danced to. Namjoon let out a shaky breath, not really knowing what to do. He really did want to dance with you the way Jimin did, he wanted to pick you up and twirl you around the floor the way Jimin did, but he was afraid he might hurt you.

"We don't have to dance."

The way your lips moved with each word that you spoke suddenly drew in all of Namjoon's attention. It was as though he was a magnet, a force unbeknownst to him not letting him pull away or even lift his eyes up from the smooth glisten over your lower lip.

Maybe this was it.

He'd waited long enough to look for a green signal from you. Something that could assure him that he wasn't crossing a line that shouldn't be crossed, a boundary that you may or may not have set ever since he stepped foot into your life.

What were the odds?

Namjoon worked for you. He was hired to be by your side. To protect you. And he was being paid to do that.

But on the other hand, Namjoon knew that he'd be by your side even if it wasn't for his job. That he'd protect you from any kind of danger, without a single complaint. He didn't feel the need to be paid to do that. He felt the need to comfort you and hold you and just... be a part of your life. Every part of your life.

Those parts that made you who you are and those that make you want to run away. Those that broke you and those that built you. And maybe it wasn't so wrong to do that.

The moonlight that fell upon the squeaky clean wooden flooring dimly lit the room up until all he could he was the shine in your eyes. Eyes that were taking their own sweet time to drink in every little feature of his face that they could observe.

The slight furrow in his eyebrows which brought a crease over the smooth skin of his forehead. The way his gentle brown orbs trembled each time they attempted to steal a quick glance at your lips. The way his mouth remained parted ever so slightly, delicate silver strands of hair falling over the curve of his eyebrow.

Before you could process the motive behind your action, your hand lifted to brush away the hair that was falling into his eyes. Namjoon froze, his arms still firmly attached to your lower back and keeping you close to his chest.

He wondered if you could feel the way his heart was racing.

You wondered if he could feel the way your heart was racing.

Maybe this was okay.

Namjoon's hold on you loosened for a brief moment, slipping his hand between the barely existent space between the two of you, the back of his hand brushing against your collarbone and making you stop breathing voluntarily altogether.

The tips of his fingers were soft, careful, and hesitant, as they made their way around the curve of your neck and fastened his grip right under the base of your head. With little to no time to waste, Namjoon managed to tilt your head with his thumb that rested right beside your ear, swooping down and finally attaching his mouth to yours.

He felt the tremor in your lips, the way you were visibly taken aback by the sudden confidence that had overtaken him. He tugged you in just a little closer, taking the tiniest step towards you and placing one of his legs between yours so that he could be as close to you as possible.

The way he kissed you was...undescribable. His lips were just as soft as they looked, but they didn't move delicately. No, they were firm, brave, driven by a desire that you didn't know was suppressed for even longer than you had harbored it. Namjoon kissed you like it wasn't the first time he was kissing you.

Like he had played this scene out in his mind a couple million times before it ever came to be. The way he'd hold you, the way he'd pull you in, the way he'd wordlessly tell you just how long he had been waiting to kiss you, the way he'd want you to respond to his touch.

However, you didn't react the way he thought you would.

Endless possibilities that would help him pass the time when he'd be bored were now almost a waste. Your hands weren't gentle like he'd thought they would be. Your hold on him wasn't soft the way he imagined it would be.

If he was bold, you were one step ahead of him.

Your hands that were initially around his neck slipped south, one of them resting over his sternum briefly, getting a feel of his muscled chest before the tips of your fingers curled around the material of his shirt and tugged at it until Namjoon felt a stretch in the fabric over his back.

The movement caused his eyes to flutter open in surprise, but they soon dropped closed when your other hand circled around his waist and pulled him in. The stretch was almost painful, Namjoon's neck now curving at the way he had to bend to keep his lips connected to you. Soon enough, he felt your form rise, recognizing the ease in his muscles when you stood on your tippy toes and held the side of his face to help you kiss him better.

Namjoon was pleasantly surprised to find out that you were a good kisser. A great one, in fact. His senses were on the verge of spiraling out of control because all of a sudden, it wasn't just your body against him or your lips molding perfectly into his. He could feel you.

The way your heart thudded against your chest, the pulsating beat under his palm where he held you at the side of your neck, the perfume that was now all too close and strong - almost narcotic.

And just like a deflating balloon, he felt his stomach drop when you pulled away from him. His eyes remained closed for a few seconds, still trying to process what had just happened until a whisper floated towards his ear.

"Hobi's here."

Hoseok was... sleepwalking.

You'd known this about Hoseok but Namjoon didn't, which meant that the terrified gasp that tumbled past Namjoon's lips made you almost snort because Hoseok's eyes were wide open and locked on Namjoon.

"I-I... we, I was..."

"Red," Hoseok mumbled, walking towards the two of you and pausing just a few feet away.

"Red lipstick."

"Huh?"

"Hobi," you giggled, letting go of Namjoon's hand to go grab him by his shoulders gently.

"I know how much you hate mother's red lipstick. Let's go find that bucket of water that you want to dump over her head."

Namjoon was so confused at the words that were coming from both you and Hoseok. But he managed to not show it when you looked back at him.

"I'll be back, Joon. I'll leave him with Jimin. I'll be back soon."

And maybe he needed some time to himself. To sort out his thoughts and tame the mess that sat atop his head. To prepare himself for what was to come because even in the dimly lit room of Jimin's studio, all he could see was the fire burning bright in your eyes.

Maybe this was okay.

Maybe it would all be okay.

"I'll be waiting."

The kiss that was long awaited had been haunting me for months lmaooo, it's finally done with !!!

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#bts #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts namjoon #kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #bodyguard!namjoon #bodyguard au #namjoon au #namjoon angst

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writeformesinpie · 2 years

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Ambiguous Intention

Frat Boy Yuta x Fem!Reader

Summary - Playboy Yuta invites you upstairs to his private bathroom so you “don’t have to wait in line” but you know he only has one thing on his mind.

Genre - Smut, Frat AU

Warnings - Smut, swearing, oral (Fem receiving), lingerie, dominate Yuta,

Word Count - 2k

The music licks your brain. A single bead of sweat runs down your flushed face as you bounce up and down in time to the beating drum of your favourite songs. Downing the beer in your hand, it isn’t long before you find another one taking its place.

This isn’t your usual scene. You’re not even sure where ‘this’ is. Some Alpha Beta Omega fraternity. The friends you came with have since vanished, lost somewhere in the house, victims no doubt of some half-drunk sports captain hunk who won’t remember their name tomorrow morning - if they even know it now.

But that’s how college is supposed to be, right? Moment to moment. Pleasure to pleasure. Bed to bed.

The walk to the restroom is an exercise of skill in both balance and patience as you work your way through the obstacle course of intoxicated students, narrowly avoiding a collision with a half-naked girl with a chest filled with beads and an armful of alcohol.

Halting midstep you groan as you catch sight of the thick, winding line. Dragging your feet, you get behind the last person waiting and lean dramatically against the empty cream wall right before three more girls file in after you. Good thing it’s not an emergency. Why did they invite so many people, anyway?

“You’re too pretty to wait in line.” The words are whispered right behind your ear as an arm snakes around your waist. “Why don’t you come back to mine? You can use the private bathroom.”

“I’m not that desperate,” you say, pushing his arm away and ignoring the excited whispers from behind you. A player. How many girls have fallen victim to him tonight?

“The line isn’t moving. I wonder how long it will take-” he chuckles, his fingers gliding up the bare skin of your arm until it reaches your neck and you lean back against his firm chest “-before the inevitable. Let’s skip all the drama and instead just go now.”

“I wouldn’t want to make that mistake twice,” you say, hoping the jagged quiver of a breath escaping your lips sounds like conviction as he traces circles against your thigh, each completion bringing his fingertips higher. So maybe you know exactly where you are.

“I thought we were going to skip the boring chatter. Isn’t that the reason you came?”

“You wish.”

“You got my attention. Coming in here with that little skirt, getting me all hot and bothered.” He reaches up and tugs on your panties, threatening to pull them down as his other hand entwines within your hair. “The real parties upstairs and you know it.”

“I shouldn’t have come.”

“But you did.”

“I should go.”

“But you won’t.”

No. Why would you leave now? Isn’t this exactly why you came?

Lacing your fingers with his, you let him steer you upstairs. Quickly using the washroom, you make yourself a little more presentable and debate with your reflection about the mistake you plan to make. Again. Fuck it. You don’t have to listen to your base desires. You don’t have to give in. You’ll just walk back down the hall, down the stairs and right out the front door. You don’t have to stay.

Opening the door you catch his eyes and you know there’s no turning back. He’s caught you. He reaches out for you and once you place your hand in his, a slight smirk creeps across his face and you don’t want to wait another moment. Reaching out, you grab at his shirt and caress the smooth skin underneath.

No words are needed as you both fall into rhythm. Soft lips brush against your throat before they tear into your flesh, nips turning to bites. You wrap your legs around his hips and let him lead you to his room. Grinding your body against his, he pauses, a muted moan flowing from his tongue to yours as you taste him.

The door swings open and he flings you down on the bed, locking the door as he unbuttons his jeans, his eyes never leaving yours. Biting your lip as he stalks towards you in only his tight boxer briefs. You shimmy out of your skirt and unbutton your blouse. He slithers up the bed and cages you beneath him, kissing his way up your stocking-clad leg.

Nudging him back you slide off the bed to kick your heels off, the deafening sound dancing along your feet as the bass of the music vibrates up through your calves. You lean down to unhook your garter belt but he grabs your hand and shakes his head.

“Leave it.”

He pulls you onto his lap and once settled he slips his hands up against your waist and behind your back to untie your bra (which he does in one fluid motion) as he litters light kisses across your collarbone. He slips off your blouse and bra then slips your shirt back on, leaving it unbuttoned. Right as you’re about to complain his lips find one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the tip as his fingers graze up your stockings. Gliding your fingers through his soft hair, you squeeze him tight between your thighs as he continues to kiss your breasts, one of his hands keeping you in place while the other cups your arse.

“You taste so good,” he says, his teeth grazing your nipple and eliciting a moan as you squirm under him. “Be patient. I want to play with you. I want to taste every inch of you.”

“But I want you now.”

“Too bad.”

He spins around and pushes you down against the bed, his hungry fingers painting the canvas that is your body, leaving a trail of indents from his teeth as if to devour you. His lips flutter across your sensitive skin as his scent (cedarwood and musk) numb youtube senses with desire. His scent is raw and musculine and you want a bite.

“Please,” you whine, wrapping your legs around him, trying to pull him closer.

“Patience is a virtue,” he says, prying your legs from around his waist with a smirk and you know he’s loving this; the hold he has over you. You want him, no, you need him.

He slinks down behind your legs and it’s finally happening. Letting out a long staggered sigh, you look down at him as he instead massages your legs and kisses his way up to your garter belt, pulling at it with his teeth before he nibbles on your thigh. His eyes are ablaze with the same passion you feel rippling through your veins. So close.

“Please, Yuta, don’t make me beg.”

“Aren’t you already?” That smug grin is soon lost as his tongue dances up from your thigh to your throbbing pussy. He pushes your hand away as you try again to detach your garter belt. It needs to come off. “Do I need to tie you up?”

Pouting, you raise your arms in a defensive gesture. If he binds you you will lose all control and he will torture you for hours. There’s a villainous aura inside of him and you don’t want to push and see what he’ll become if tested.

Encasing your glutes in his hands, he controls your movement as he slides his tongue back and forth over the thin material of your panties. Slow and steady movements evoke tremors of pleasure that shoot up to your stomach. The fabric quickly dampens as he sucks your clit; the sensation is agonizing bliss.

Fuzzing at the corners, your vision is constricted by craving. A flicker of red and blue patters against your closed eyelids. Memories of his touch and his smiling face are trapped in this darkness, the images becoming clearer with each flick of his tongue. He likes to pretend he doesn't care, he likes to pretend that he is made of titanium but you can see the cracks. The diamond cage around his heart is impenetrable. If he doesn’t let someone in he may just end up alone; a player to the end.

His teeth skim across your clit, bringing your whole attention down to him, a smile creeping across his face from between your legs. His eyes are intent on yours as he continues moving his mouth in otherworldly circles, heat building as he rolls his tongue over your soaked panties. Stretching out your fingers and toes you moan under his touch, arching your back and hurling your head back against the bed. Sparks of electricity fuel your movements as you jut out one of your legs as if you’ve lost control of your body along with your mind; and maybe you have.

His nails dig into your tense glutes, forcing your eyes back to his. He wants you to watch. Or, more likely, he wants to see you squirm, to see your release.

“Don’t be shy. Cum for me, baby,” he says, that signature smirk on his lips as he hits that spot. “No, no, don’t look away. Keep your eyes on me.”

“I can’t.” You shake your head back and forth in an attempt to clear your head. Instead it helps spread the warmth tittering across your skin even deeper. Sweat starts to bead across your temples and forehead. You’re yearning for his cock. Why won’t he just fuck you? Why does he mess with you like this? When did you become an instrument to be played?

“You can. Don’t look away.”

“Or what?”

“Do you really wanna find out?”

No, you don’t. Your hands are balled fists as you watch him work his magic and your body quivers, letting you know you’re almost there but you have to remind yourself over and over that you can’t look away. Don’t look away. Don’t look away. Do. Not. Look. Away.

The vibration from his chuckle as he picks up the pace causes a strangled noise to exit your lips. Burrowing your fingernails into his soft hair, your eyes are glued to his. Desperate pants plead for him to hurry. Quick then slow, he changes the pace again right as you are edging.

“You fucker!” He only chuckles again without breaking contact. With frantic wanton, you raise your hips up to his lips as he laps up all your juices from the slick material of your panties. Panties that you wish were on the ground. Blabbering under him, tears sprinkle at the edges of your tired eyes. Eyes that no doubt look like a crazed kitten. Don’t close your eyes. Don’t give up now. “Please, Yuta. God. Please, don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“Then cum for me.”

Waves of fire gloss across your damp skin as he increases the pace once more, the fire pooling in the pit of your gut creating a volcano of pulsations jerking out of your core. Rippling flames scorch you from the inside out as your body listens to his command. Thunderous static fills your head, blocking out the sound of your euphoric sobs as the ecstasy takes you over. Everything tightens before it all releases in a cloud of velvet lust.

Gasping for breath, you turn your head. The red numbers on the clock read 12:07. It’s already midnight. How did this happen?

“I thought I told you not to look away,” he says, slithering up and caging you underneath him. His eyes sparkle with a frisky gleam. “Naughty girls get punished.”

“That doesn't count. We were finis-”

“I don’t remember giving you permission to look away.”

Swallowing hard, you shimmy up towards the headboard. He follows.

“Oh, I see. Your eyes are on me now, aren’t they? Shall we try again?” He slips down his boxers pulling out his thick cock dripping with pre-cum. “We’ll keep going until you do what you’re told.”

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americxn · 3 years

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hey! i love your fics sm so here's a lil Colin zabel request : so the reader is female and is also a detective way better than anyone in the department they work in but is usually ignored and Colin kinda has a secret crush and seeing her stand up for herself turns him on which then leads to some intimate actions

Colin Zabel x Fem!Reader

wordcount: 3.1k warnings: NSFW, penetration, riding, homicide mention

Your teeth clenched tightly together in the effort of warding off the cold induced tremors attempting to rack through your jaw, your fingers stiff as you pulled your thick winter coat tighter around your body. Colin took a quick glance over at you, his eyes wandering over the planes of your face, glowing in the watery light of the day, your lips slightly parted in concentrated thought as you nodded along with your partner’s mused explanation for the lack of evidence at the crime scene you now examined. He forced his eyes to part from the view of your face, glancing at your shared case partners, his mouth set in a thin line as he forced himself to tune back into the conversation.

“I don’t think we should stop looking yet.” You mused quietly with a shallow shake of your head. “This isn’t a clear area,” you continued, throwing out an arm to gesture to your general surroundings, the scutches of trees packed tightly together, Colin’s attention happily snapping back to you. “If there was a firearm involved, chances are the bullets would have ricocheted. We need to look more.” You decided, both speaking to yourself and to the others, turning slowly in place, your eyes flicking from the stretches of vivid police tape to the closest trees and the various markers protruding from the ground, outlining the shape of the body that had been found there the evening prior. Colin surveyed the area with you, taking an almost imperceptible step closer to your side, willing to spend the entirety of the remaining day and night searching the area with you. His mouth parted, his agreement poised on his tongue, when a poorly concealed scoff sounded at your back, drawing your attention back to the two male detectives that had been assigned on this case with you. “What?” You questioned, expecting an explanation as you twisted to meet the cool, uninterested expression on one of their faces, a smirk furnishing the other. “We’ve been out here for hours. If we haven’t found anything by now, it’s unlikely that we’ll find anything at all. Let’s just go back to the office, it’s cold.” A small frown marred the surface of your forehead as you turned back to fully face them. “We’ve only been here for two hours. If you really expect to have found evidence in that amount of time then you’re better off going back to the office and letting me and Colin take care of this case.” Two sets of eyebrows cocked simultaneously. Colin glanced between you and the others, unsure, but more than willing to take your side. “Staying here would be a waste of time.” You bristled at the slow, condescending tone that your partner applied to his words, exhaling deeply, your middle finger twitching to be displayed to the men. “Are you...? This is a homicide case. I don’t care how long I have to spend in the cold, I’ll spend the rest of this week crawling through the dirt of this park if I have to.” “Then feel free.” One of them bit back instantly, taking a step back and making a sweeping gesture to the floor at his feet with an arm. Both your stomach and lip curled in disgust, Colin’s own brow creasing deeply as he leaned into your warmth, his arms crossing tightly across his chest. “Pig.” You spat. “The two of you can fuck off. I don’t want your help, you slow me down anyway.” Now it was Colin’s turn to twitch as you turned on your heel, looping your arm through Colin’s and stalking away from your useless partners. “So fucking annoying.” You mumbled, twisting to shoot them a parting look of irritated disgust. Colin grumbled his agreement, patting the arm you had looped through his and pressing the side of his body closer against yours.

Colin could think of nothing but the assertive tone that had flooded your voice at your dismissal of the others, his cock hardening ever so slightly each time he replayed the memory in his mind. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel as he drove you both back to the office, several hours following the parting of the two other detectives; your extended effort had been fruitful, a new piece of vital evidence having been found amongst the trees and dirt of the park. He cleared his throat, forcing his attention to centre on the quiet road before him, the sky stained purple at the edges as dusk began to close in. You took a quick glance over in his direction, a small frown marring your forehead at his suddenly reserved demeanor. “You okay? You’ve gone all quiet.” Colin visibly started when your voice cut through the comfortable silence of the car. “Yeah, um, sorry. I’m just thinking about the case.” He mumbled. You nodded in agreement, offering him a newly generated thought, casual conversation once again filling the space of the car.

The office was fairly empty when you arrived, case files in hand, the reception desk vacant. Your sigh of relief was audible when you turned into yours and Colin’s shared office space, sending up a thanks to the heavens when you saw that your two case partners had long since gone home, their columns on the timesheet stuck to the door having been filled in. “Thank fuck.” You mumbled, chucking the files you had clutched to your chest onto the large desk before perching on the edge with a deep sigh. “You can go home too, if you want. I’m gonna stay and go over everything.” You explained tiredly with a weak gesture to the information-filled files behind you. “No. I’ll stay, I want to refresh my memory anyways.” Colin countered, his eyes trailing up and down your body from where you were sat. One of your eyebrows cocked at the not-so-subtle gesture. His eyes widened slightly at your acknowledgement, only getting wider when you returned his sweeping scrutiny, the corner of your mouth curling into a wicked smile at the obvious flustered state your action instilled in him. “Are you wanting to stay here to help with the case or for a different reason, detective?” You tracked the movement of his throat as he swallowed, considering your words carefully and the implied intrigue of your tone. “Which would you rather?” He questioned, his confidence both surprising and utterly exciting as he took a tentative step forwards. You straightened, cocking your head slightly to the side in exaggerated thought, the movement giving Colin a generous view of the side of your neck. “I think that taking a break from work might be a good idea, we’ve been at it all day.” Your words were low, the backs of your thighs pressing against the hard wood of the desk as you slid off it, standing and slowly walking to Colin, who couldn’t bring himself to take his eyes off you, not as you reached for his tie, wrapping it around your hand and using it to tug him closer. His nose brushed yours, his breath hitching and dark eyes filling with a dim glow of exultation, your scent coursing through his nostrils. His proximity was intoxicating and you wrapped his tie tighter around your hand, taking a small step back and smiling as Colin stumbled after you, almost tripping over his own feet in his need to remain as close to your body as possible. “Is this why you’ve been so quiet?” You crooned, your breath warm on Colin’s face as you took another step back, and another, the edge of the desk nearing as you continued your retreat. He could only nod, all words getting caught in his throat as he watched your eyes grow darker and darker, your lips curling into a smirk; he could’ve drooled at the firmness with which you tugged his body to yours with a harsh pull on his tie, your hips pressing into his; the small gasp that fell from his parted lips as you pressed your bodies against each other sent a wave of searing arousal flooding through you, pooling in your loins and spurring you to close the distance between your faces, Colin’s lips soft as you brushed your own against them. He didn’t dare breathe as you repeated the movement, his tie untangling from your grip as you dropped your hands to the waistband of his work pants, threading your fingers through his belt loops and ensuring that his hips couldn’t stray away from yours as you deepened the kiss, pressing your lips fully against his. Colin’s fingers trembled in anticipation as he reached for your own hips. You pulled away when his hands settled on you, releasing your hold on his waist and batting his hands away. He groaned at your blatant dismissal of his touch, his lips chasing after yours of their own accord as you stepped back, taking ahold of his waistband once more and turning, forcing him with you, manoeuvering his body so that he stood in your previous place before the desk. He couldn’t complain at your domineering act, not when the echo of your harshly spoken words rang out in the back of his mind, the memory of your dismissal of your two partners causing his cock to harden even more, straining against the unforgiving material of his pants as your fingers moved to the buttons holding them together. You made quick work of them, Colin shuddering in premature relief as you bent at the knee, tugging his pants and underwear down, his engorged cock springing free and straining upwards, begging for attention. He hissed when you straightened, pushing your body close to his, your chest flat against him and pulsing cock trapped between your bodies. You traced your tongue along his lower lip, softly teasing him, his lips parting, silently willing for you to enter. Instead, you took ahold of his lower lip between your teeth, biting firmly and pulling away slightly before releasing your hold. He shuddered, his patience wearing thin as you toyed with him; but your own arousal was becoming too potent to ignore. Laying your hands on his chest, you pushed Colin backwards, the backs of his legs colliding with the edge of the desk. “Sit down.” You quietly ordered, your smile growing as he immediately fulfilled your request, allowing his hands to remain on your body as you pushed yourself up onto the desk, straddling his large thighs and wrapping your arms around his shoulders in support, his own hands coming to cup your ass from behind. You lowered your lips to his once more as you settled fully onto his lap, your knees braced on the hard surface of the desk at either side of his hips. You opened your mouth to ask him what he wanted, already fully aware of the answer but wanting to hear him vocalise it, when his hips rolled once beneath you, his body lifting in just the right spot and rubbing against you. The words fell from your lips at that single electrifying touch, a low groan working its way up from inside you instead. Colin’s mouth fell open at the small, sweet gratification that his exposed cock gained from the rough material of your pants, his hands abandoning your ass and instead positioning themselves on the small of your back. His grip on you tightened as you forced your legs to part even more, sinking even lower onto his lap, his painfully hard dick eager to brush against you once more. He bucked his hips up again, shamelessly desperate for more contact as your eyes bore into his, his returning gaze unfaltering as you pushed down to meet his hips, Colin using your body to rub against him, your own excitement mounting each time his leaking cock grazed against your centre. A low groan was pulled from his throat, his head tipping back slightly as you moved lazily against each other, the rough material of your pants tormenting him as it scraped against his hard length again and again. “Fuck, I can feel how wet you are through your pants.” he mumbled, breathless, the roiling of his hips against you becoming a fraction more feverish. You hummed in agreement, your head tipping back and your fingers weaving into the fabric of the shirt at his chest. “Are you gonna help me with that, or...?” Colin’s eyes lit up with excitement at your hushed words, his fingers eagerly attaching to the zipper of your work pants and tugging it down. He wasted no time in pulling both your pants and underwear down your parted thighs, the cool air pleasantly attacking the exposed hotness of your dripping cunt. Taking his length in your hand, you guided him into you, your matching groans of satisfaction filling the quiet space of the office as you sunk fully onto him, your fingers moving to tangle in the thick strands of hair at the nape of his neck. You picked yourself off his cock slightly, only to slide down its length once more. Colin shuddered, his eyes drifting closed at the movement, his hands settling once more on your lower back and gathering your body to him with a shaky exhale as you repeated the movement. With one more rise and fall on his cock, Colin bucked his hips up into you as you sunk back down his length, allowing his cock to plunge even deeper inside you. Your eyes shuttered as the two of you worked in unison to repeat the motion, the walls of your cunt tightening around him, attempting to pull him deeper. The sensation of him fully filling you drew a broken moan from your throat and you lifted yourself up once more, only to slide slowly back down his length, repeating the slow action several times, drawing out the pleasure that the simple movement gave you. Below you, Colin’s own eyes shuttered, his jaw becoming slack as he allowed his head to fall back fully, enabling you to lick a stripe up the exposed length of his throat. You clit pulsed steadily as you seated yourself fully back onto his cock, your need to touch him, to feel him, becoming indescribable; you let your lips convey your desperation for him, kissing, nipping and licking along the sides of his neck, up his throat and to his chin, savouring the pitiful groans that you pulled from him with your teeth and tongue. He resumed his reciprocating action of lifting his hips up to meet yours, the two of you establishing a feverish pace, the swollen head of his cock hitting hard and deep, the desk beneath you beginning to shudder and creak in time with your increasingly frantic movements. Your laboured breaths mingled, the small noises of pleasure you drew from one another filling the room. Your hands moved to brace on his shoulders, your fingers gripping onto him, nails digging into his skin and biting through his clothes. The slight pain pulled a full moan from Colin, whose eyes were screwed tightly shut with pleasure, his hands moving to your waist and holding tight, helping your movements as your thighs began to tremble, both in strain and pleasure. You continued to pick yourself up on his cock before fully slamming down once more, again and again and again, your slick, sensitive walls pulsing around him, his head continuing to hit deep, each thrust ripping away at the bundle of pleasure glowing in the pit of your stomach, the orgasm hidden at its centre his goal. You clenched the inner walls of your tender cunt, letting out a shakily moaned “fuck” as it forced Colin’s thickness to press into the entirety of your slickness. Colin sucked his lower lip into his mouth, biting hard as you rode him closer and closer to release, a series of desperate whimpers falling from his lips. You groaned deeply in response, taking his face in your hands and pressing a kiss of encouragement to his forehead. The sweet touch was at stark contrast with the fervour that you fucked yourself on his cock, your hands falling away from his face as he leant forwards to bury his nose in the crook of your neck, the pleasure you were giving him borderline overwhelming. You accepted his embrace, folding your arms around the back of his neck and holding him to you with a soft croon, your thighs slick as you continued your rutting on his cock. Colin’s quiet announcement of “I’m gonna cum” was muffled in the front of your shirt but you nodded, clenching around him in encouragement and notifying him that you, too, were close. You blinked, trying to clear your blurring vision as you nodded again, your mouth fully agape, not being able to find the words to verbally encourage him to his release as your own barrelled into you. Without warning, Colin slammed up into you, his swollen head hitting deep against your sensitive walls. That single thrust caused your eyes to roll, your pupils becoming lost to pleasure as Colin’s own orgasm flooded through him, catalysed by your slickness tightening around him, He gripped onto you as you moaned with abandon, his own pants and low groans filling your ear. Your body writhed soundlessly on his as he kept your orgasm prolonged by continuing to thrust messily into you, his cum spilling deep and being held within you, his seed hot as it coated your inner walls. Your fingers trembled as you grappled with the material of his shirt, needing to grip onto something in a futile attempt to ground your mind that was lost to abundant pleasure. Colin recovered before you did, breathing heavily into your neck, his breath hot against your skin as you quivered, trapped in the throes of the intense aftershocks of your orgasm, your knuckles white as you gripped onto the back of his shirt. Your eyes righted themselves, a loud gasp falling from you lips as you gained back control of your body, your body melting into Colin who slowly pulled his face from your neck, completely spent from his orgasm. “Fuck.” He stated shakily, his chest expanding as he drank down deep gulps of air, your own breath laboured as you laughed softly in agreement. “I don’t know what that was.” You admitted, once again cupping Colin’s flushed face in your palm and tilting his head, his pleasure hooded eyes finding yours. “But we should do it more often.”

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mothandpidgeon · 3 years

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Extra Credit (Professor!Dave York AU)

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Pairing: Professor!Dave York x F Reader

Words: 2865

Rating: VERY E 18+!

Warnings: student/teacher quid pro quo (safe to say this falls under DUB CON so please be careful!!!), spanking, humiliation/degradation, oral sex, orgasm denial, spitting, pussy slapping, biting/marking, p in v sex, Dave York

Summary: With graduation on the horizon, you just have to pass Professor Dave York’s class. But a bad choice on the final assignment leaves your grades in jeopardy. But he’s willing to give you extra credit if you can follow instructions.

a/n: First off, PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU MIND THE WARNINGS. I did not see myself sharing this kind of stuff but I guess I'm freaky like that.

Second, I’m sorry this has the plot of a bad p*rno but sometimes it be like that. Thanks @pascalslittlebrat, @starlightmornings and @mouthymandalorian for encouraging this. It is filth. And thank you P for the gorgeous moodboard!!!!

Also, here is my assignment for the class. What subject do you think Professor York teaches? I was thinking Political Science. Would love to hear your ideas.

It was hot in the lecture hall, one of those early spring days when the weather decided winter was officially over. You had only a few more weeks until graduation and you were white knuckling to the end.

It had been a tough semester. You had your classes to deal with and your motivation was dipping. It wasn’t entirely your fault. You’d had to take on a full time job on top of your studies. Your shitty little car always seemed to be in the shop and your roommate had turned into a psychopath so you slept with one eye open.

Professor York’s class was the hardest you’d ever taken. You liked his style, his dry sense of humor as he lectured. But he was difficult to please. Most professors let their TAs do their the grading but not him. No matter how hard you worked on your papers, you couldn’t wrestle anything higher than a B- from Professor York.

The TA was handing back your papers, the last assignment for the semester, and he placed yours face down in front of you. There was no grade on it just red pen that spelled out see me after class in tight, neat handwriting. Fuck.

You looked up to see Professor York glowering at you from his spot at the front of the hall. You approached him as the other students filed out. You wished you could share their relief that this class was finally done but you had a knot in your stomach.

“Have a seat,” he said, taking the paper from you and tapping it in his palm.

There was a chair next to the professor’s desk and you sat down putting your bag beside you.

“Thanks, Tyler,” he said, dismissing the TA.

When the lecture hall was empty, Professor York sat behind the desk, eyes skimming your paper.

“I wanted to talk to you about this,” he said.

You nodded, too nervous to try speaking.

“This is some great work. This is the kind of essay that really sticks with you after you read it,” he said. His brown eyes were warm and soft and he sat forward in his chair.

You were dumbfounded, your anxiety quickly washing away.

“That’s probably how I know I already read this,” he said, his features suddenly darkening.

Your stomach plummeted into your feet. You were such an ass, thinking you could get away with it.

“I don’t tolerate plagiarism,” he told you.

With everything that had been going on this semester, you didn’t have it in you to complete this final assignment. It wasn’t like you were going to get a good grade anyway. You’d been so exhausted, you hardly cared if you got caught when you’d handed it in. But now that you had to face Professor York, you were kicking yourself.

“I find it highly disrespectful that you would try and pass this off as your work. You know you can be expelled for this?” he asked.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out. “I’ve just had so much work to do-“

“I’m not interested in excuses,” he snapped.

You shut your mouth and felt tears bite at your eyes.

“Are you going to cry?” he asked in disgust. “That’s not going to work on me.”

“Professor, if I fail this class I’m not going to graduate. Please. I’ll do anything to just pass,” you said.

“Anything?”

“Anything,” you said. The word sounded so definitive when it left your lips.

Professor York leaned back in his chair, swiping his finger across his lower lip in thought.

“I can give you extra credit but you have to do exactly what I tell you,” he said.

You were so relieved, you nodded breathlessly.

His lips curled into a smile.

“What color panties are you wearing?” He asked.

Your cheeks set on fire but heat also pooled between your legs. “I- what?” You managed.

“Show them to me,” he commanded.

Your whole body flushed and you stared at him, wide eyed. You had to be dreaming. You’d always found Professor York sexy with that grin and his deep voice but he wouldn’t- this wasn’t happening.

“Do you want extra credit or do you want me to give this paper to your advisor?” He asked, his tone suddenly harsh.

You swallowed hard. Why did his words send a shiver down your spine? You picked up the hem of your skirt and lifted it so Professor York could see between your legs. You looked away, blushing deeply.

He made a guttural noise that made you drop your skirt and clench your thighs together.

“Give them to me,” he said.

Your mouth hung open. He looked completely serious, blinking at you slowly as if this was a casual request. You bit down hard on your lip but finally you relented.

You squirmed out of your panties, being careful that you didn’t give him a show in the process, and placed them in his large, outstretched hand.

He put them to his nose, inhaled, and then squirreled them away in his back pocket, all the while watching you with amusement.

“Stand up. Put your hands on the desk,” he said.

You couldn’t move, sitting there with a gaping mouth. Finally he narrowed his eyes and you did as he said. You put your palms against the table top, aware of the vulnerable way you were leaned over. His eyes moved over your form and he wore the same self-satisfied expression that came when a student asked a stupid question.

Once he was finished admiring your obedience, he stood up and walked behind you. Your heart was pumping wildly as he stepped closer and you could smell his cologne, leather and tobacco.

“I‘ll pass you but I don’t want you thinking you’re getting off easy,” he said.

“Thank you,” you said.

He chuckled and your breath caught. You felt him lift your skirt up, the fabric skimming over your bare ass, and you gasped. He didn’t touch you but he made a noise of approval that shot through you.

“I’m going to hit you five times,” he said into your ear. “You tell me if it’s too much.”

You nodded without even knowing you were doing it. What the fuck was happening? You were standing in the empty lecture hall, bent over, ass out, and desperate to graduate. You couldn’t believe Professor York’s audacity and yet you were going to let him spank you like you were a little girl. It wasn’t like you had a choice, you told yourself.

Before you could make sense of it, his hand connected with you and you let out a grunt. Were you getting wet? You definitely should not be enjoying this.

He hit you again and this time a moan escaped from you. You clamped your hand over your mouth.

“Hands on the desk,” he commanded.

You put it back down and another strike came against you. The sound of his punishment seemed to be echoing off the walls of the empty room.

He pulled your hips into him to steady you as he went on. You loved the feeling of his arm wrapped around your middle, holding you firm.

When he was finished, you were nearly shaking, your pulse quick and your lips parted. You were still reeling not least of all due to the fact that you wanted more.

“Good girl,” Professor York purred smoothing his hand over the spot he’d turned red. His fingers dipped between your legs to feel the slick on your lips. “You’re not going to learn your lesson if you’re enjoying this.”

He came up right behind you so he could wrap his hand around your front and stroke at you. You were thankful your palms were braced against the desk because your knees nearly gave out.

“Professor,” you tried.

“Did I say you could speak?” he asked, a hand gripping your hair.

“What if someone comes in?” Your voice shook.

“Then you’ll have to tell them why you’re failing my class,” he said and continued to play his fingers between your legs.

You whimpered. You could feel his hard length through his pants pressed into the tender flesh of your ass. Your head spun. You knew how fucked up this was but you didn’t want it to end. Professor York’s fingers circled you expertly and you felt like you were melting in his hands. You forgot everything— the circumstances that lead you to this moment, that this was your teacher, that you were exposed in public. Nothing existed except for your pleasure building and building.

As the sensation mounted in you, you began to buck against his hand.

“Are you close?” he asked.

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Good,” he replied and suddenly, his hand was gone.

You cried out in desperation. You clenched at nothing, left at the precipice with no relief. You were throbbing almost painfully. Professor York caught your chin in one of his hands, squeezing your face and wrenching your head around to look at him.

“Do you deserve to cum?” he asked.

You thought you might actually cry between your need for his touch and the fear his voice instilled in you.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

You shook your head.

“No,” he confirmed.

He loosened his grip on you and, for the briefest moment that softness returned to his eyes. You looked at him, eyes glassy and practically drooling, wishing he would touch you again.

“Needy girl,” he chided. “On your knees.”

He pulled you to your feet by the back of your skirt and you got down, bare knees and shins on the tile floor. You gazed up at him, still a little nervous, still pulsing between your thighs.

Professor York undid a few of the buttons of your shirt and skimmed his knuckle across your breast with a hum.

“Maybe I should take this too. Matching set,” he said. He snapped your bra strap which made you jump. “Off.”

He palmed the bulge in his pants as he watched you remove your shirt and unhook your bra. He squeezed one of your tits and pinched your pebbled nipple until you flinched.

“You want to pass?” he asked you, repeating the motion on the other side.

You nodded and he arched an eyebrow.

“Yes,” you said.

“You want to please me?” Now his hand ran gently along your jawline.

“Yes,” you breathed. You’d been trying all this time, studying hard, staying up all night to perfect your papers. Now you had a new goal in mind though you were afraid it was just as unattainable.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed and when you did he spit into it. “Don’t swallow that.”

You stayed like that, with your mouth open as he released himself from his pants. There was a dark patch on his boxer briefs stained by precum. You watched him wildly as he pulled at himself and a glistening bead appeared at his tip. Saliva, yours or his, was dribbling out of the corners of your mouth, dripping on your hard nipples.

“Don’t you look pretty. I hope you can suck cock better than you write papers,” he mocked.

For some reason this was what made your eyes pop. You asked yourself if you were really going to suck off your professor for a good grade. As if you hadn’t just handed him your panties. As if you hadn’t just let him smack your ass. As if your thighs weren’t drenched with your own slick.

He approached you, still stroking himself and you were jealous. You wanted that friction on yourself, were dying for more.

You didn’t have to be told what to do. You wrapped your wet lips around his thick length and your tongue swirled around him.

“Eyes on me,” he demanded.

You looked up at him, and grasped his shaft in your hand as you sunk your mouth around him as far as you could go. Your saliva dripped down his cock pooling in your fist.

“Fuck,” he said.

That word excited you. You kept going, watching him try to keep his eyes open as you surrounded him. The noise of your lips on him was almost disgusting, wet and squelching, and yet it was driving you insane. You clenched your core for some kind of relief that wouldn’t come.

He thrust deeper into your mouth and you tried to take him in but gagged. You pulled away, his cock bouncing out of your mouth and you coughed.

“Good girl,” he said. “Look at you trying to earn that extra credit.”

Tears stung in your eyes as you tried to recover.

“You still want to cum?” he asked, one hand pumping himself slowly.

You nodded timidly. More than anything in the fucking world. But you didn’t want to seem too eager, aware that he was ready at any moment to rescind the offer.

“Sit on the desk,” he said and you did. “Greedy little brat.”

Professor York slid your skirt up your thighs and that sensation alone felt erotic. He inserted two fingers into your mouth and you sucked them hungrily while he grinned.

He slid them across your folds and you were already so sensitive your back arched. He surprised you by getting down on his knees, opening your legs and throwing your thighs over his shoulders. You leaned back on your hands, laid out across the desk, fully on display.

You heard a noise in the hallway and gasped, your head snapping towards the door. But your attention was immediately drawn back to Professor York when you felt him smack you between the legs.

“Do you want to cum or not?”

“Please,” you begged.

He gave you a dark smile and then began nipping at the inside of your thighs. When he got closer to your center, he bit and sucked hard. You let out a breath, a mix of pleasure and pain.

“When you think about this later, I want you to touch yourself and look at this,” he said, swiping the pad of his thumb over the welt he’d just left there.

You let out a shuddering breath and he began to nibble at your clit between his lips. When your hand automatically shot into his hair, he grabbed you by the wrist and removed it, holding your palm against the desk. His tongue lavished you, churning you into a frenzy, and it didn’t take long before you were back where you’d been before. You were panting and grinding your hips into him.

This time he let you hit your high and you trembled and thrashed as he worked at you. It felt like you’d been wiped out by a wave, not being able to sense up from down. You were mewling and shaking when you finally begged him to stop, overwhelmed and cloyed.

He stood and wiped you from his chin and then said, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

You nodded frantically. He pushed into you and you were sure he could feel you still fluttering around him. You were wetter than you could ever remember but still he was difficult for you to take and you inhaled sharply. He didn’t seem to care, snapping his hips into you and grunting, one hand balling your skirt in his fist against you. Soon, though, you were lost in the sensation of his thrusts.

You didn’t even realize that you were whining loudly as he fucked you, your head thrown back in ecstasy. Professor York took your panties from his pocket and shoved them in your mouth to stifle your cries.

“You’re going to have to quiet down,” he rasped.

You whimpered against the fabric in your mouth and he smiled wickedly. He put his hand around the back of your neck to draw you in closer and he pressed into you faster and faster. He pulled out and you heard your own muffled moan at the loss of him. He worked at himself, spilling over your thigh and on your skirt with a groan.

Both of you took a moment to catch your breath and you watched as the professor leaned over you on his hands, swallowed, and then stood up, as composed as ever. He laughed quietly to himself as he took the panties out of your mouth and smoothed his hair.

“Put your clothes on. I have another class to get to,” he said, handing you a handkerchief and zipping himself up. He slid your panties back in his pocket.

You felt shaky on your feet after you’d mopped up his spend. You got dressed wondering how you were going to get through the rest of the day commando, with a ruined skirt, and the remnants of your professor’s cum drying onto your skin. He didn’t say anything else. You hooked your bag over your shoulder and Professor York looked you up and down one last time. He handed you back your essay. It was soaked through down the middle and you realized you’d been sitting on it on the desk. At the top was a new note in red pen: see me after graduation and his phone number.

You got an A.

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artaefact · 3 years

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evanescent.

➳ 1.3k+ words | angst, smut, mafia au | jeon jungkook x f reader | 18+ | swearings; smut warnings: unprotected sex, brief thigh riding, mentioned oral f receiving

author’s note: since i’m inspired by @hueseok ‘s fic “linger”, i’m dedicating this lil drabble to you athena !! this is my attempt to make something hot and sad, hope you like it 🙈💕

and special thanks to ryen @kithtaehyung for helping me with this 🥺💖💖

prompt: “I’ve been waiting for far too long” (dialogue #4)

It’s a bad idea. You know that. He knows that. Everyone knows that.

But you can’t seem to get your hands off him as he leads you into his hotel room, crowding your personal space so eagerly once the door is locked and secured. He beckons you to wrap your legs around his waist while his strong arms hold you close.

A few minutes ago, a sleazy man kept on hitting on you in the bar until Jungkook intervened. Rage swam inside his chocolate eyes as his gaze zeroed in the man’s arm slung around you. You had stared at him, mouth agape at the sight of him. Jungkook grabbed the man’s arm off of you, twisting it painfully until the man begged for forgiveness. You snapped back into reality and were quick to calm him before it escalated further.

After months of not seeing each other, the memories of you two came flooding through your mind like a movie. You had cut him out of your life for the sake of your lives and the people around you since you came from a family of reputable lawyers while he belongs to Seoul’s infamous mafia.

In other words, you both should not even come across each other—knowing how easy it is to spark rumours should you find yourself in each others’ presence. However, like a cruel twist of fate, you and Jungkook gravitate towards each other.

At first, it was an accidental meeting—you were on a case to bring him into prison. Your client claimed that Jungkook’s organisation colluded with another to bring down your client’s business.

You recall the smug look on Jungkook’s face when there wasn’t any evidence as his side claimed it was only a lie. Refusing to admit defeat, you scoured through everything—files, information, people—to find evidence.

But there’s nothing.

Begrudgingly, you concluded that your client was lying, and Jungkook’s organisation had done nothing wrong (at least, in the documents). So you never expect to see him again after the case. But then Jungkook frequented the café near your firm where you like to pick up your coffee.

Reluctant pleasantries turned into long conversations, and long conversations turned into intentional meetings when he offered to help you on a case you were working on a month later. And he has proven himself useful, allowing you to find all necessary evidence.

Long story short, the line between work and personal life blurred, and now here you are in a heated make-out session. Even when you’ve turned him away many times—knowing that this relationship will do no good to anyone—he’d always manage to break down the fort you’ve built around your heart.

You sigh against his lips, arms wrapped around his neck as he strides to his king-sized bed, laying you down gently. He kisses you fervently, hands hiking up your wine-coloured dress to your hips. You pull away for a moment, fumbling with the zipper on the side of your dress before taking it off.

Jungkook groans at the sight of your lace undergarments. His thumb traces circles on the skin of your inner thigh as he murmurs into your ear, “You said you never wanted to see me again.” Then he kisses your neck, stopping to bite gently on your sensitive spot he knows so well. “But here you are, in my turf—” He trails downward, kissing the top of your breasts. “—looking gorgeous as hell, and you expect me to stay away?”

Your breath hitches when he presses his hips against your core, showing you exactly what he’s feeling. “Kiss me?” You stare up at him, hands toying with the collar of his half-opened shirt. “Please?”

And, of course, he’s a weak man when it comes to you. So, he complies, leaning down to capture your lips with his. Your fingers move to unbutton the rest of his black dress shirt, removing it, to admire his chest fully before trailing down to unbuckle his belt.

“Eager aren’t we?” he chuckles, kicking off his pants. You’re about to remove his boxers when he grabs your hand, pinning them above your head with one hand. “Not yet.”

You bite back a whine as he places his knee between your thighs. Meanwhile, his other hand unclasps your bra with practised ease, then trailing up your stomach to cup your breast, flicking a hardened bud. He leans down, catching the other with his mouth and your back to arch instinctively.

“J-Jungkook, please,” you moan, breath growing ragged as he continues his action. “I need you.”

“My woman needs me?” He pulls away, watching you in amusement.

You nod, hips grinding not-so-subtly against his thick thigh wedged between your legs. “I need you. It’s been so long.”

“Okay,” Jungkook breathes out, releasing his hold on you to tug off your bra and panties. “You’re so beautiful, princess. It drives me crazy to think that someone else had seen you like this.” He shakes his head. “I even had to hold myself back from breaking that shithead’s arm for touching you. I just—”

“No,” you cup his face to meet his gaze. “There hasn’t been anyone since you. Even during the past three months.”

Jungkook blinks at your words, lips quivering. “I’ve missed you.”

At the raw emotion that swims inside his eyes, you can no longer ignore the heaviness blooming in your chest, knowing full well that he might not regard you so lovingly after—

You shake your head. “Then make love to me, Jungkook. I’m yours.”

Something snaps within him as soon as those words escape your lips. “Fuck, I’m yours too, Y/N. My heart—it’s yours.” He discards the last of his clothing. “Let me show you how much you mean to me. I’ve been waiting for far too long.”

The night continues as he ensures that you’ve gotten your first high with his mouth. Then Jungkook slides into your weeping entrance, and you both simultaneously groan, relishing on the feeling of each other after so long.

“I missed this,” he sighs into your skin. “Fucking hell, I’ve missed you so much.”

You can only respond by clutching onto him tighter, whimpers spilling out of you. Your nails rake down his defined back as he thrusts into you rhythmically, savouring the feeling of being filled to the brim. Each time your hips meet his, it brings you closer to your high.

“Shit, I’m close,” Jungkook manages to say, moving faster until the impending wave of orgasm washes over you. He groans as you clench tighter around him. Then he finally reaches his high with your name dripping from his lips. The sound of your heavy breathing fills the room for a few moments before Jungkook places a brief kiss on the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder and rolls over to lay on his back.

Silence lapse between you both until he breaks it. “I really missed you, you know. You have no idea how hard it is not to be able to see you every day.” His voice grows quieter as he turns on his side to face you. “And when you said you don’t want to see me anymore, I—” He swallows a lump down his throat. “I just don’t want you to hate me.”

“I… I don’t hate you, Jungkook.” You say softly, reaching out to weave your fingers through his damp hair. “I can never hate you.”

“T-Then why? Why did you stop this—what we have?”

“I had no choice, Kook...”

Jungkook frowns, sensing something is wrong. “Y/N... What happened?”

“I had to see you.” Your lips quiver, eyes turn glassy. “I need to see you.”

“Hey, I’m here,” he gathers you in his arms. “Sweetheart, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“But I am.”

Jungkook stiffens, pulling away slightly to look you in the eye.

“I’m leaving Korea tomorrow.”

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kakashiswilloffire · 3 years

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Congratulations on a 100! Can I request a female reader and a scenario where Kakashi discovers in a very shocking way that his s/o is pregnant? Please don't mind not writing if it bothers you. Stay hydrated and have a nice day regardless!🌸

thank you for the request!! hope you enjoy!!

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A Kunoichi's Suprise

ao3

words: 1.9k

kakashi x fem!reader, fluff, reader is pregnant

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“I do hate to do this to you, but you’re the best choice. There’s not an Inuzuka available who has the security clearance necessary, which makes you the only ninken-user I can assign this to.”

Kakashi nodded and shrugged, brushing off the unspoken apology. “I understand, it’s no issue.”

Tsunade pursed her lips into a thin line, nodding solemnly. “If it wasn’t so time-sensitive, I’d put someone else on it, I swear.” She tucked a loose strand of her silvery blond hair behind her ear and shuffled the papers on her desk, bringing a personnel file to the top. “And to accompany you… Again, I’m really sorry, but she’s the only one who makes sense. She was in the area most recently out of all available jonin and her weapons expertise makes her the best candidate to accompany you.”

His eyebrows dipped together in mild confusion. He would have requested this partner if she hadn’t been assigned—he agreed fully that they would make the best team for this recovery mission. Shaking it off, he nodded again. “Sounds great, Lady Fifth. Anything else?”

Tsunade let out a breath she had been half holding and leaned back in her chair. Tonton gave a relieved squeak and Shizune pulled her closer to her chest. The Hokage dragged her hands across her eyes, then leaned forward on her elbows.

“Glad you’re taking this so well. I thought you’d at least argue about your fiancé going with you, if not objecting to being sent on a mission right now at all.”

Kakashi jerked his head backwards and to the side, scanning over the Sannin with his single vibrant, gray eye. “I’m sorry if I gave you the impression I like to argue with superiors, Tsunade-sama. That’s really more Naruto’s thing.” She snorted, and he took it as a good sign. “When would you like us to head out? Thirty minutes?”

Immediately, Tsunade shot him down. “She needs a medic to look her over before she can go into the field. I’m happy to do it myself. Her training with her team ends at noon, right?” She glanced at the clock, then gestured to Shizune. “Send Kotetsu or Izumo to pull her, we can’t wait that long.” With a quick nod, she ducked out of the room. “Meanwhile, you can go pack bags for you both. Be sure to grab her med pack, I’ll probably need to give her a bonus prescription or two for the journey.”

At this point, Kakahi’s confusion could no longer be dismissed. Why would his fiancé need extra medication for a mission? He had just seen you when you left to meet your team of genin, and you hadn’t mentioned anything. Maybe the stomach bug you had had a few weeks ago had been worse than you let on?

“Sorry, prescriptions? Are we facing potential poisoning?” He tried, looking for an explanation.

Tsunade shook her head firmly. “Anything is possible, but I’m not concerned about it.” She ran her hand backward through her hair, shaking it gently toward the ends and letting it fall out of the way. “More concerned with making sure she’s getting the correct nutrients. I’ve been working on the nutritional value of shinobi rations, but it’s hard to find something that’s shelf stable, lightweight, and compact without just being food pills.”

Kakashi agreed, a debate he had heard on nearly every long term mission. “So you’ll give us both supplements, fair. Should we do my physical now while we wait on my fiancé to arrive?” He relished the words in his mouth, the phrase “my fiancé” almost a dream to him, even still.

She gave a bemused chuckle, glancing the scarecrow of a man up and down. “Why, you have some kind of boo-boo you need me to kiss?” Tsunade returned to the paperwork on her desk, shuffling it again and pulling the shinobi copy of the mission details file out, holding it out to him. “I trust you to get whatever nutrients you need after all these years of life, Bakashi,” she teased.

He didn’t move to take the file. “What’s going on?” he demanded, as respectfully as absolutely necessary. “What’s going on that she needs a medical check and extra medication to travel on a mission? Why did you think I would object to being paired with her? It’s not our first mission together, not even since we got engaged. What am I forgetting?”

Tsunade didn’t react to his interrogation, continuing to organize paperwork and leaning down to pull open a drawer in her desk, sliding his and your personnel files inside. “The fetus, maybe?” She offered, waving a hand like it was obvious.

The what?

For a moment, Tsunade could almost hear the cogs grinding in the shinobi’s head. You passing him every drink that had been pushed on you in the last few weeks, the stomach bug that he had never caught, and the uptick in morning meetings you had.

Then the cogs were brought to a halt, and the whole world froze. The blood running through his body was ice cold, and he felt his fingertips and forehead tingling. Were you really pregnant?

Was he, Kami forbid, going to be a father?

Tsunade swore, knowing she shouldn’t have said anything violating medical confidentiality, but with the pregnancy already being in the second trimester, she had no idea that you hadn’t told Kakashi yet. “Listen, Kakashi… just sit down, okay?” She looked around, swearing again at the reminder that this damn office had no chairs outside of the one she occupied.

She jumped up, crossing over to Kakashi and pushing him forward into the chair behind the desk. “Breathe, Kakashi, come on.” She shook him gently, then lightly slapped his cheek. “Come on, soldier. You’re Kakashi of the Sharingan, master of a thousand jutsu, pull it together.”

He flatly refused.

The door to the Hokage’s office opened, Shizune and Tonton leading you in. You took a moment to take in the scene of your fiancé hyperventilating behind the desk, the Hokage herself swearing and trying to get him to make eye contact and pull air into his lungs. Then he saw you, and he paused, fear in his eyes.

“Is it true—I mean, are you—love, are you pregnant?” He choked out.

Your hand flew to your mouth as if to put the secret back inside. You knew you’d have to tell him eventually, but you had wanted the moment to be right and he had been so busy with his missions lately. He didn’t know it yet, but you had rented a room at a nearby onsen for next weekend, making sure to get a room with a private bath and windows high enough that no onlookers could see inside so that he could comfortably remove his mask. That would’ve been the way you preferred he find out, when rather than dessert, you slid the sonogram across the table after dinner. Instead, you nodded.

“Yes, my love,” you whispered. “I’m pregnant.” Instinctively, your hand rested over the part of your stomach that had begun showing this last week.

He seemed to melt into chair. “Kami… we’re going to be parents?”

You nodded, a small laugh breaking from your chest. “Yes, Kakashi, that’s the plan.”

Slowly, he gathered himself, standing up and delicately walking around the desk to the doorway where you remained. “I… You want this?” He sniffed hard, blinking twice and taking your hands. “You want to raise a child with me? This child?”

You tilted your head to the side, feeling hot tears sting your eyes. You knew he had issues with his self worth, and that would be something you would focus on for the next few months so he’d be ready for your child.

“Of course, ‘Kashi. There’s no one I trust more, no one I think would make a better father. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else, and I’m thrilled that I get to do it with you.”

His wiry frame jolted as though he’d been shocked, and the threw himself into your arms, allowing his fears and shock to leave him through tears. Tsunade and Shizune averted their eyes, doing what they could to preserve your privacy. Tonton oinked in solidarity. After a couple of moments, he stood again, wiping dry the parts of his face not covered by salty, wet fabric. He then hooked a finger into the mask at the side of his nose, yanked it down, and brought you into a deep kiss, warm hands wrapping around you and pulling you close.

After the surprise, you let yourself dissolve into him, allowing yourself to be swept into his emotional display. He pulled his face back after a few beats and beamed, smiling as widely as you could remember seeing him grin. Then his mouth was back on yours, this time for just a second, then a firm kiss to your forehead before he secured the mask again. Turning to face the Hokage, he wrapped his arm around your back and held you close.

“Tsunade-sama, all due respect, can Pakkun handle this? I’ll send him with anyone you’d like. Naruto, even, I don’t think he’s doing anything tonight. I can send the whole pack. I can brief Gai, or Tenzo, anyone? And if you need a weapons expert, I’m sure Tenten is more than qualified.” You giggled, watching your fiancé ramble to the leader of the village. “It’s just, I’m going to be a father, and she’s pregnant with our child, and I’ve gotta say, I don’t think we’re going on any missions for the next, say, 18 years? Well, maybe some D ranks. We’ll see.”

As Tsunade opened her mouth, he cut her off with a pointed, “How’s the progress on the Konoha Orphanage coming along? They prepared for one more? Cause I’m not letting anything happen to either of us, for this child’s sake.”

Tsunade glared, but was startled out of the shouting match she was gearing up for by Shizune chuckling. Betrayed, she turned to her companion.

“I mean, this is the reaction you anticipated him having, Lady Fifth,” she giggled.

She slammed a fist on the desk, although with an intense amount of restraint given that the surface was not even dented. Finally, she looked up with a glint in her eye.

“I think Hana Inuzuka gets back this evening. I can give her twelve hours to rest and then she and Tenten, along with Gai, can probably handle it. This time.”

Kakashi was already on his way out the door, pulling you behind him in a firmly clasped hand, before she had finished. He called out a thanks over your shoulder as you left. Together, you giggled as you entered the streets of Konoha.

Your fiancé spun in circles, laughing freely and spreading his arms out. “We’re starting a family!” he shouted to the sky. You knew you would both continue to take missions with this child, and that was a conversation for another time. For now, though, you were content to spend eternity watching the love of your life giddily relish in this moment.

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rebelwrites · 3 years

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Secret Relationship

Harvey Specter x Reader

Summary: The reader and Harvey have known each other for years, despite the age difference something changes for both of them.

Prompt: “I apologise sincerely if my handsome face has kept you awake all night.”

A/N: this was a similar dream I had last night and was the inspo I needed to write.

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Neither of you knew how it happened, it just did. One day you saw the one and only Harvey Specter in a different light and he was the same with you.

You had known him for years with him being a friend of the family, and you always had a crush on him but never acted on it because let’s face it you were ten years younger than him and he was your dad’s best friend. But that didn’t stop you swooning over him every time he came round for dinner or when he would help you with your studying.

But fast forward to you finishing law school, he helped you land a job at the firm.

It was a week before you were due to start as an associate, which was a perfect excuse to go shopping to get a more suitable wardrobe for work. So here you were on a Friday night sorting your wardrobe out to make room for your new clothes when you heard your doorbell ring, leaving you slightly puzzled as you weren't expecting anyone and hadn’t ordered food yet.

Pausing your music, you made your way to the door, the only sound was your bare feet on the hardwood floor. Without thinking you opened the door to see Harvey standing there, with that goddamn smile that made you fall for him all those years ago.

“Harvey” you said, looking down at your appearance and suddenly feeling self conscious as you stood there in your plaid pyjama shorts and a vest top with no bra on. Your hair was a mess from not long getting out the shower and you had no makeup on.

“What are you doing here?” You finally managed to mumble letting him into your apartment.

“Well I thought I would stop by as we never celebrated you finishing law school and landing a job at the firm” he smirked waving the bottle of scotch in his hand.

“Urm yeah sure” you mumbled as your skin heated up from embarrassment. “Let me go get changed”

“Sweetheart what’s got you all nervous?” He asked with a smirk on his face as he stepped closer to you.

He knew, of course he knew. This was Harvey Specter. He wasn’t stupid. And you were damn sure he could hear how fast your heart was pounding against your rib cage.

The words were stuck in your throat, your feet were frozen in place.

“You don’t need to get changed okay” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “In fact I’m going to get changed myself”

“You don’t have any clothes here Harvey” you mumbled feeling confused about why he would be getting changed.

“I brought a change of clothes with me” he winked, picking up his duffel bag from your sofa, the bag you were too preoccupied to notice.

So here you were standing in the middle of your apartment feeling like a teenage girl again. Trying to decide if Harvey was actually flirting with you or if you had made it all up in your head.

“Everything okay sweetheart?” Harvey asked, squeezing your shoulders.

“Yeah why wouldn’t it be?” You stuttered mentally cursing yourself. “But isn’t this inappropriate?”

“Why do you ask that?” He asked.

“Because you are my dad's best friend Harvey, there’s ten years between us and come next week you will essentially be my boss” you sighed realising that this might be the best you would get with the man you had spent so many nights dreaming of.

“Listen to me okay” he whispered, spinning you around so you were facing him, his hands resting on your hips and his thumb gently grazing your skin. “I don’t know when it happened but recently I can’t get you out of my head, and I guess I wanted to test the waters. I know that the timing probably isn’t great but I can’t hold back any longer. And don’t say you don’t want this to happen because I’ve seen the looks you give me when you think I’m not looking”

“This has got to be a dream” you mumbled biting down on your lip.

“If this was a dream would I be able to do this?” He smirked before his lips made contact with yours.

It took you a couple of seconds to realise what was happening. But the moment you did your arms wrapped around his neck and he pulled you closer to him. It was like your body was electric, the sparks you felt as he deepened the kiss, it was like you were floating. And you didn’t even realise he had walked you back to your sofa until you landed on the soft fabric with him on top of you.

“Do you think we can make this work?” You whispered against his lips, your eyes still closed.

“I’m willing to give it a try if you do” he whispered before gently kissing you again.

You and Harvey had now been dating for seven months now and not a soul knew. How you had both managed to keep the relationship secret when you basically worked together you had no clue. But you didn’t realise things were going to get harder.

Letting yourself into his apartment, a smile graced your face as the smell of your boyfriend filled your senses making you relax. Harvey was still at the office but that didn’t mean you couldn’t start dinner. You knew he would be stressed when he got back but you didn’t realise that would lead to your secret being harder to keep.

You were in your own little and didn't hear Harvey get back until you felt his arms wrap around your waist and his head rest on your shoulder.

“God I love getting home to find you here in just my shirt” he whispered “you make the shitty days better”

“What happened in the meeting?” You asked as you span around, running your hand through his hair.

“As punishment I’m now in charge of the associates” he whispered.

“Well we will just have to be even more sneaky then won’t we” you whispered trying to keep him calm. “You might have to calm down on the sneaky kisses”

“Nope not doing it” he pouted “your kisses get me through the day”

“We will figure something out” you whispered, kissing him softly.

It was now the next morning and tired was an understatement considering Harvey kept you up most of the night. Wandering into the kitchen you grabbed your smokes on the way and headed out to the balcony. To find Harvey sat out here reading the paper. He had already brought your coffee out with him.

“Go easy on me today” you laughed. “Seen as it is your fault I’m so tired”

“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time sweetheart” he winked putting his paper down. “But I apologise sincerely if my handsome face has kept you awake all night.”

“Hmmm” you winked while lighting your cigarette.

“I best get going” he smiled standing up placing a kiss on your head “I shall see you at the office”

Walking through the office with a very large coffee in hand you knew you were late but didn’t care you needed the caffeine today. What you didn’t expect was to see Harvey sat at your desk, leaning back in your chair.

“Nice of you to join us today, miss Y/L/N” he scolded.

“Morning to you to” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him.

“Less of the attitude please, you show up late to work and have the audacity to sass me” Harvey snapped shaking his head. “I’m pulling you on the case you were working on and you can find yourself going over the 30 briefs that are in the filing room and I want them done by lunch”

“But” you tried to speak but he interrupted you.

“No buts now go, they aren’t going to read themselves” he smirked as he pulled his phone out.

As you were walking to the file room your phone buzzed.

New message: Specter 💜

Great acting baby, don’t worry there is only like two briefs I’m not gonna do my girl dirty like that 😜 x

Shaking your head as you pushed the door open. You saw Donna leaning against the desk with a smirk on her face. Since you started working at the firm you and her got extremely close.

“So Y/N is there anything you want to tell me?” She grinned.

“Urm Nope” you shrugged, placing your bag and phone on the desk. Forgetting that your phone was unlocked and your background was you and Harvey laid in bed.

“You may want to keep your phone locked if you don’t want people to know about you and Harvey” she whispered.

“Oh shit” you panicked fumbling for your phone.

“It’s fine I knew about you two a couple of months ago” she smirked “I mean it didn’t take me long to out two and two together”

“Please don’t say anything” you pleaded.

“Only if you come for drinks tonight and tell me everything” she grinned.

“Deal” you nodded just as Harvey walked into the room with that cocky smirk on his face.

“I shall leave you two alone” Donna winked “don’t worry I will text you if anyone comes”

As she walked off she smirked at Harvey before leaving the room.

“What was that about?” He asked as he pulled you close to him.

“She knows about us” you laughed.

“Of course she does” Harvey chuckled “she is Donna after all”

“I think it’s time we came clean with my dad” you whispered.

“I was thinking the same thing sweetheart how about we invite him over for dinner tonight and don’t worry no matter what his reaction is I will still be here and it will not change how much I love you” he smiled kissing you softly.

#harvey specter oneshot #harvey specter imagine #harvey specter x reader #harvey specter #suits imagine #suits x reader #suits usa

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trensu · 3 years

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@lemonisinplay continues to bless me with her BRILLIANT thoughts on Jon's Creeping Terror Fun Fact Corner! if i'd known this was gonna become a Thing, i'd have given it a shorter name lololol. She cheerfully pointed out that these kids shows sometimes have an activity section where you can make arts and crafts right in your own home! And who better to lead an arts and crafts segment than the woman who made an accurate map of the distortion?

[Scene opens to a dim room. at the center of the shot, a large table covered in files, books, and scattered sheets of paper. An old woman sits in a chair that should dwarf her but seems instead too small to fit her stern expression and perfect posture. Jon stands next to her, eyes flickering from one messily shuffled file to another. His hands are fidgeting, as if he's restraining himself from righting the nearest precarious pile of books. The corner of his mouth flinches down into a scowl before forcing a very false grin]

Jon: It's time for everyone's favorite segment, Get Crafty with Gertrude! Pay close attention, children, so you can tell me what you learned from Gertrude later!

[He stomps off set, muttering something about organization and the value of a clean work space, and for god's sake isn't there a sensible reference system she could be using?? Gertrude's expression does not change but there is a vague air of amusement for a split second before her stern gaze turns back to the camera.]

Gertrude: welcome once again children. do you ever feel like you're being watched? Perhaps you are playing with your toys and you notice out of the corner of your eye the character on the cover of your favorite story book are staring straight at you? Or perhaps you're in your living room with all the family photos on the wall and the eyes of the people you love seem to follow you around the room no matter where you go? But of course, you say to yourself, it's just a book, a photo; it's a coincidence, a trick of the light, that makes you think that

[a quiet ominous pause. the lighting seems to change, throwing her features in stark contrast.]

Gertrude, voice low: This is untrue. Do not lie to yourself. Lies can get you killed. Remember, they are always watching.

[another pause, heavy and thick. then the lighting brightens somewhat. gertrude's features no longer carry the threatening aura displayed moments ago.]

Gertrude: But we can fix that! for today's activity, you'll need a cutting mat, an x-acto knife, and very steady hands [she chuckles]. Pick out a book or picture that has eyes on it. We are going to learn how to remove them so they won't see what you do when you think no one is watching.

[Gertrude pulls out a photo to demonstrate. It features a man with a patronizing smile and eyes that don't quite mesh with the rest of his face. The camera zooms in to focus on her hands as she positions the photo on the cutting mat]

Gertrude, whipping out a knife: Now, you must be sure your knife is as sharp as possible so that--

[an interruption off scene. it sounds like martin but the insistent whispers are hard to make out. Gertrude seems to hear them fine and frowns.]

Gertrude: That's not practical. Adults are not always around and getting rid of all-seeing eyes is significantly more urgent.

[the insistent whispers continue. Gertrude's frown turns into a scowl to rival Jon's.]

Gertrude: If the children can't handle an x-acto knife on their own, they will likely not survive one of the entities and this segment won't matter.

[the whispers get sharp and rise in pitch. Gertrude glares for a moment before heaving a very put-upon sigh.]

Gertrude: For legal reasons, I must ask that you only do this when you have a parent or trusted adult nearby to supervise. I suppose as long as you're within hearing distance, it's fine. if you cut off a finger, they'll be able to hear you scream and come to your aid. although I hardly think losing a pinky is cause for that much concern so long as you staunch the bleeding.

[A muffled shout of frustration is heard. "You completely invalidated the statement!! Safety is important, why does no one understand that safety is important??" It is definitely Martin.]

Bonus behind the scenes content

[Jon and Gertrude are arguing vehemently about how to best keep an archive neat. Gertrude maintains an aloof air while Jon steadily gets louder and more irate.

[One of the studio's alley cats roams in and both Gertrude and Jon stop their conversation to simultaneously attempt to pet the cat. Jon throws a surprised glance at Gertrude, who remains cool and collected even as she strokes the cat.]

Jon, shyly: ...you like cats? [his gaze is firmly on the gray tabby as he rubs his knuckles under the cat's chin]

Gertrude, matter of factly: Yes. I heard you Beheld some delinquents who were harassing the Commodore here.

Jon: I did. The Commodore and the others don't deserve that sort of treatment. They've done nothing wrong ever in their lives.

Gertrude: yes, i Know. That's why i love them. I can excuse killing archival assistants but I draw the line at hurting the cats.

Jon, enthused: Yes, cats really are amazing creatures and--wait. you can excuse killing archival assistants??

[the tension ratchets back up. the Commodore senses this and stalks out as jon and gertrude have a stare down, still crouched where they had been petting the cat. Glowing green eyes suddenly blink open to halo Jon's head. Gertrude's own eyes narrow, mouth a firm line.]

Jon, voice deep with power: Ceaseless Watcher, see this unworthy servant--

Gertrude, voice like granite: Young man, don't you dare--

[The compulsion in her words makes Jon stutter but does not stop him. The room starts to tremble beneath the pressure of the sudden power spike between the two avatars]

Stagehand 1: *expletive* not again. we just rebuilt the set!

Stagehand 2: Someone get Martin in here now. And bring Gerry's book!

Stagehand 1: And maybe one of the cats.

[Several members of the team scurry to carry out orders, panic clear on their faces. The last thing we see is Martin skidding into the scene, hurriedly reading from a tome and a ghostly outline starting to emanate from it. Scene cuts to black.]

#the magnus archives #tma #jon's creeping terror fun fact corner #jonathan sims #gertrude robinson #in case it wasn't obvious #good old gertrude was getting ready to slice out elias's eyes #she and jon bond over cats later on and actually grow to respect each other as long as entity politics aren't brought up #gerry is gertrude's only soft spot (well aside from the cats) and he's gotten very good at cajoling her to tolerate jon's sensitive nature #trensu tells stories #lemonisinplay

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Work Hard, Play Harder - Prologue

Russell Adler x Female OC

The mission sounds simple enough, but the devil was definitely in the details.

A/N: This is something completely new and separate from ‘A Little Death’ and NOT a Russell Adler x Bell. After coming to terms with the issues with that pairing, it was difficult to continue that fic even though I loved it as much as I did. It was devastating to do so, but I’m hoping to create something completely new and fun. I guess this is sort of similar to ‘A Little Death’ in a way but completely different at the same time. This is just the prologue, setting the scene for the fic, but let me know what you guys think <3

June 7, 1982

Langley, Virginia

She’s not entirely sure what she expected, but it wasn’t this.

Her day starts out simple enough. Write memos, respond to emails, read and scribble in the growing stack of files on her desk. Then her department lead tells her Jason Hudson needs to see her and from then on things get very interesting, very fast.

The brunette makes her way to the briefing room with haste, lithe legs carrying her at the fastest pace considered appropriate in Langley’s corridors. Everyone knew Jason Hudson to be a notorious hardass, but he was a decorated one. A long list of achievements had ensured he sat at the echelon of the clandestine operations unit.

Now he wanted her. Getting called on by Mr. Shades himself was the lifelong dream of the many that worked at Langley, but now that it’s happening the woman can’t deny the sense of apprehension at the prospect. She had worked minor roles under the direction of other handlers in a few of the smaller ops he’s overseen over the years, but felt she had done nothing then to warrant his attention whatsoever.

There’s little time to ponder, and before long the briefing room door she’d been directed to enters her field of vision. Shoulders squared and breathing deeply through her nose, knuckles meet the worn wood in delicate but firm raps. A deep voice beckons her forth, and she enters.

Hudson stands at the far end of the table, one hand in his pocket and the other sifting through a stack of papers currently occupying the surface in front of him.

“Agent Fletcher.” He greets flatly, not even sparing her a glance as he focuses his gaze on the aforementioned sheets of paper.

“Sir.” She returns, thankful that she’s managed to keep the nervous tremble from her voice and replace it with something pleasant and airy instead. Taking a seat, her delicate hands flatten her pressed slacks as she moves. Her selected chair is close, but maintains a respectable enough distance from her superior.

“Are you familiar with the name Anthony Lipovetsky, agent?” Hudson cuts to the chase, starting as soon as she’s settled. His cold stare shifts to acknowledge her presence, and a chill comes over her as she stares into those signature reflective shades.

They both knew the answer to his question. Aria Fletcher worked mainly in the drug and contraband trafficking sector of the CIA.

Of course she knew who he was.

Anthony Lipovetsky had steadily become a pain in the DEA’s ass recently, according to what she had been hearing. Though he wasn’t anyone particularly prolific that warranted the CIA’s attention like some others had. Out of the many individuals Hudson could have pulled her here to ask about, the Russian - American was the least expected.

“Drug trafficker making some big moves along the east coast, but he’s not the biggest fish in the pond.” Aria answers, sounding matter of fact as she stares back at the other. It’s more of a question of a statement. Why him?

“You’re right. He isn’t, but it’s recently come to our attention that he’s been dabbling into arms smuggling.” Hudson counters, but it still isn’t the answer she’s looking for.

“Unsurprising. He’s not the first and certainly won’t be the last.” The younger states, but there’s more to this and she knows it. She takes a gamble and makes an educated guess. “Would I be correct in guessing we’re here right now because of his choice in clientele?”

The female agent can only hope Hudson doesn’t think she’s trying to be a smartass, but all she can do is speculate. It’s the only reasonable assumption that comes to mind seeing as the The CIA doesn’t like it very much when people sell guns to the bad guys, and they especially don’t like it if they’re the type of bad guys who like terrorism.

“Precisely.” Hudson answers, and the agent has to fight the urge to smile. Right on the ball.

“We have solid intel that he’s been in contact with a soviet agent named Perseus.” The elder continues even seriously, voice grim as he makes the acknowledgment.

Oh. Oh.

The name Perseus wasn’t one she was familiar with, but the words Soviet Agent had stood out. This was bigger than the domestic drug trade, this was the Soviet Union making way into their backyard.

This is bad. Very, very bad.

“So, what’s the plan?” The young woman queries, a touch hesitant at what role she has to play in something that now seems entirely out of her league.

Hudson’s mouth parts, but a knock at the door interrupts. Her head snaps towards the door as Hudson grants entrance, and in walks Russell Adler.

Langley legend, ‘America’s Monster’ The man’s in a different league even when compared to a heavyweight like Hudson. He’s pretty much a myth. She’s heard the stories about him, both personal and professional. His portfolio of work is way above her pay grade, and his presence immediately makes the entire thing immensely more interesting.

She rode an elevator with him once, almost a year back. The encounter was barely a minute long, but she never forgot how devastatingly attractive the man was, with looks that easily could have landed him in Hollywood. Not to mention the way the man carried himself, assertive and with an undeniable dominance.

Adler doesn’t introduce himself, and doesn’t even spare her a glance nor a word as he takes the seat adjacent to Hudson. His shaded eyes are focused straight ahead as he pulls a cigarette from the pack he seemingly carried in, perching the stick between his lips and igniting it with a zippo lighter that had appeared from God knows where.

Aria hadn’t realized she had been staring until Hudson tosses something at her from his place at the table, the sound jolting her back to attention. A manila folder glides quietly across the stained wood to land neatly in front of her, only two words on the front.

Operation Ocelot.

“Let’s get started.” Hudson announces. She opens the file, and things begin to unravel.

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As it turns out, Operation Ocelot consists of a covert insertion of two agents into Anthony Lipovetsky’s Miami home. That part sounds simple enough, but the devil is definitely in the details.

For the time being, it was prudent Lipovetsky’s connection to Perseus remained intact. They needed a paper trail to follow, and one they could follow without arousing Lipovetsky’s suspicion. There was no real point in spying on someone if they knew they were being spied on.

“The target is well guarded, the man has a price on his head and he’s well aware. Armed security teams around the clock, cameras around the house, the whole package.” Hudson states, slides on the projector screen behind him changing to show a floorplan of the house.

“Is this where I come in?” Aria questions, it’s easy to assume that’s the only reason why she’s here.

It seems they’ve selected her to be the honeypot, an unfortunate consequence of being at the very least a mildly attractive woman in the CIA. Sexuality had proven to be man’s greatest weakness time and time again, and it become just a part of the job. She knew if it was something she didn’t want to do, she could easily say no. But then again, she had killed many people in her time as an agent, and one had quickly learned how to detach emotions from entire aspects of life as necessary.

It’s a blink and you’ll miss it moment, but she swears she sees Hudson and Adler share a look before the former answers her. “It’s where you and Adler come in.”

Adler in the meanwhile, hasn’t spoken throughout the entire thing. He hadn’t even looked at her yet, his sightline having been maintained firmly on the projector screen ahead as Hudson led the briefing. The end of his cigarette had burned red in the darkness as he took steady pulls from it throughout, the only sign of life in an otherwise detached and glacial man.

And now, Russell Adler is looking at her. Dark aviators like twin blackholes that threaten to swallow her whole.

At this point the young agent is visibly confused, as demonstrated by Hudson moving to clarify the statement. “Through our surveillance program we’ve been able to observe the targets' routines and behaviours, and it has been noted that Lipovetsky has a particular…habit.”

“He wants a threesome?” Aria blurts, now fiddling with the gold chain on her neck.

This whole thing just got really fucking weird.

Hudson’s mouth parts, likely looking for a way to word the whole thing professionally, but to her utter surprise Adler is the one who decides to cut to the chase.

“He likes taking home married couples.” He states bluntly, nonchalant as he focuses on crushing the charred stub of his cigarette in the ashtray in front of him.

It’s the first time she’s ever heard Adler speak, his voice low and warm. Though it’s not the sort of warmth one would typically associate with kindness, but rather it brings to mind the heat of a fire and danger. There’s a roughness there too, likely from his smoking, but oh how well does it suit him.

“Oh. Well, that’s…interesting.” Aria huffs with a laugh, feeling honestly a bit relieved. There were definitely weirder things in the world that people were into that she feared. Instead, her body tingles with interest. Married couple.

“Why me then? This isn’t necessarily my normal line of work.” The woman questions. They could have chosen anyone, but they had chosen her. Hundreds of beautiful women worked here everyday but they somehow settled on her?

“You both make an…attractive pair. You fit the bill in terms of the target’s preferences, as well the vacation demographic in the city.” Hudson says, arms crossed at his chest. “Apart from that, you’ve so far had an impressive field career, your performance is consistent and high quality.”

The female agent can’t help the pride that burns in her chest at the praise from such a distinguished and highly respected man like Jason Hudson. Everything suddenly felt like a dream.

“There’s a lot to lose here, we need more than a pretty face. You’ve got what we need.” Hudson emphasizes, the importance of this mission heavily ingrained to the back of her mind.

“So…I’m going to play Adler’s pretty little trophy wife and then we’re going to collectively seduce our way into his house?” Aria wonders aloud, Adler and Hudson not moving to interrupt and permitting her speculation to continue. “And then what? Are we expected to fuck the information out of him?”

Hudson sighs, pinching at his brow in exasperation. Adler jumps in once more, saving Hudson from further embarrassment. “We’re gonna slip him a sedative before things get to that. Special cocktail that’ll make him think he just drank a little too much.”

“Oh, thank god.” The youngest utters under her breath, relieved. Things were definitely easier that way.

“Once he’s out, we’ll mess with the camera system, do recon, collect intel, then get the fuck out.” Adler finishes, intense stare levelled right at her once more. She couldn’t help but squirm, he was almost too much to handle just by existing.

And God, she could listen to that voice all day. She was going to listen to it all day in a short matter of time.

She really loved her job sometimes.

“Sounds simple enough.” Aria resigns, casual as she accepted that her life was just really going to be this outlandish for the next little while.

“You and Adler will set out the day before and go through the motions and leave a paper trail of your own. The target might try and track you both down just to check his bases.” Hudson adds, arms crossed as he switches his gaze back and forth between her and Adler.

“If we leave evidence that we’re just a normal couple doing normal things, it’ll reassure the target there wasn’t any outside involvement and we weren’t up to no good.” Aria finishes, one arm perched on the armrest of her chair and the other fiddling with her pen as she returns Hudson’s gaze.

“Precisely.” Hudson agrees, voice carrying the smallest hint of sympathy.

It’s almost like he feels bad for her.

Hudson dismisses them soon after, handing them directives on the particulars of their individual roles and aliases. Adler storms ahead of her to the exit, moving out without so much as acknowledging her once again.

He was an asshole, but a ridiculously good looking one. She would learn to play his game soon enough, and oh, she would press his buttons.

Hudson is quick to catch her disgruntled reaction at Adler’s behaviour. “Adler’s not the most personable, but he’s a damn good agent. He’ll have your back.” The elder reassures, perhaps seeking to soothe the burn of the other’s abrasive nature.

The woman sighs, turning to flash Hudson a tight lipped smile. “I’ll figure him out, I’m not worried.”

She finishes packing away her items and gets ready to leave, eager to get started on the work ahead. Hudson calls her again as she reaches the door, making her pause in her tracks.

“Remember agent, don’t let me down.”

Nodding with silent determination, she leaves.

#russell adler #russell adler x oc #black ops cold war #bocw #bocw fanfic #black ops cold war fanfic #call of duty fanfic #call of duty #russell adler fanfic #work hard play harder #mine #my fic #my writing

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ybangtannies · 3 years

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Hiiii I am new t the whole requesting thing so first for everything 🥰 So, here it goes A scenario for yandere namjoon where there’s lawyer y/n who’s hardworking and mature x businessman namjoon who is corrupt in his business ways 👉👈 I dunno if this is okay 🤡

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“I don’t get it, why don’t we just throw them off and stop having them as our clients? This could end so bad for us, the whole law firm could be affected by their- his antics.”

“We have already talked about this,” your friend sighed not sparing you a look, eyes focused on her phone, “yes, it’s a well-known secret that Mr. Kim’s business is corrupt, and he surely doesn’t make the most legal negotiations but,” now she did look at you, her brown eyes showing the tiredness of having to have this conversation with you, again, “we don’t really have the liberty of saying no to him. A lot of tabloids would be up in no time if we decided to stop representing them which would lead to him surely making declarations against us and that wouldn’t surely end up being beneficial for us. We’re already a small firm, Mr. Kim being our client is a huge deal, most of our - including yours- income comes from his business.”

You sighed, about to reply that yes, you understand her point but maybe if you made public those documents that prove his corrupt ways, the whole scene could be different for the firm and you’d be able to turn the tables, but she beat you and added, “plus, he’s a whole snack, girl, why are you even complaining?”

Not even bothering to answer, you rolled your eyes and let out a groan, taking your cup of coffee and going back to your office. On your way there, you saw your boss, “Good morning, y/n,” he said with a smile, “please remember that Mr. Kim is coming later to discuss some things with you.”

The smile you previously had on your face faltered a little, surely you decided it was better to erase that from your mind and was hoping -in vain- that another thing would have come up so Namjoon couldn’t make it to the meeting. “Of course, Mr. Min, I already have prepared the files he asked me about and possible solutions.”

“Good, it’s wonderful to see how hard you work, y/n. Keep it like that, and you’ll make it big.” With that and another polite smile, Mr. Min walked away from you.

You sighed heavily and finally arrived at your office. It seems that these days the only thing you do is sigh and feel frustrated. Of course, you knew that being a lawyer in a firm meant that you won’t always be working for people you like but you didn’t think that it would entail working with a corrupt businessman without any chance of exposing him or just putting a halt to your contract with him. You knew the risks of doing that, of course, and that it would most likely mean you being fired alongside all your co-workers and put on a blacklist for all the other law firms to know that you weren’t trustworthy. However, that didn’t shake the guiltiness and rage you felt when thinking about how hard you have worked all your life to get where you are now just to risk it all for an asshole that was incompetent enough to do dangerous deals with people he shouldn’t.

You were wrong, though, Namjoon wasn’t an incompetent, quite the contrary actually. He was a very clever man indeed, knowing that having a law firm by his side would most likely help him cover his back in case something was to happen, especially if said firm is small and he is the main source of income.

“Mr. Kim is here” said the receptionist through the phone.

“Okay, send him up here.”

You collected your thoughts and breathed deep, praying you won’t snap at him like it had happened some other times before. It wasn’t just that you didn’t like the way he was managing his company but his personality and overall aura… you didn’t like it, not one bit. No matter how handsome and attractive he was.

A knock was heard in your office, followed by a voice “It’s Kim Namjoon, Mrs. y/s, may I come in?”

You arched your brow looking at him through the glass windows your office had, seeing his dimples showing because of the smile he had on his face.

“You may, Mr. Kim” you spoke in a monotonous voice, focusing again on the screen of your computer.

Namjoon’s smile turned to be more amused seeing your reaction, the one as always: trying your best not to look at him. He opened the door and walked in, closing it after him and taking a seat in a chair in front of your desk, not waiting for you to ask him to do it. You probably wouldn’t, anyways.

Of course, he knew the animosity you felt towards him and while at first that made him a little miserable and he almost lost his mind, with time he started finding it more amusing than anything and viewed it as a challenge to finally get on your good side. Naturally, the desire of taking you with him to keep you in his house was always at the back of his mind and he knew that sooner or later he would have to resort to that if he wanted you to be finally his, which of course he did. Until that moment, though, he would enjoy you being feisty towards him, it was amusing and kind of endearing seeing you struggling and fighting against yourself to not give in.

“How are you feeling on this beautiful day, Mrs. y/s?” Namjoon asked with a grin, if you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s actually interested in your answer.

He’s so hot, y/n! And the fact that he’s going against the law and with your help at that, only succeeds at making the situation even hotter.

That’s the message your friend sent you merely minutes ago, probably when she saw Namjoon was on his way to your office. Message you, of course, decided to ignore.

“It’s been good so far but I’m afraid that a big black cloud has just appeared to ruin it” you answered with a fake smile and felt pride at seeing how his smile faltered. You almost felt bad if it wasn’t for the fact that he was a criminal.

Namjoon cleared his throat, clearly ready to say one of the numerous flirty lines he’s been trying to use on you since the very beginning, but you were faster than him and asked about what it was that he needed help with this time.

“Ah, you see, there’s this huge deal I’m about to sign in two days so I thought that it would be a good idea for us both to go through the contract together and also, I wanted you to redact a confidential agreement.” You hated the way in which he said it, like if everything were okay, as if it was just a normal deal and there was nothing fishy about it. You also hated knowing that he could very much do this with his own men -it wouldn’t be the first time- but still decided to come here to torment you.

That was how time passed: you both going through the contract, making sure everything was in order -or as in order as it could considering there were definitely some fishy things that needed to be disguised or be described in a very vaguely-, you trying to dodge every attempt from Namjoon part at flirting with you and him finding it both amusing and adorable.

You danced in your interior once everything was done and it was finally time for him to leave, looking into your watch you realised it was almost time for you to go home as well and mentally sighed in relief. You got over another day.

“If that was all, Mr. Kim, you’re free to go now,” you said with a tired smile that Namjoon noticed didn’t reach your eyes. He so desperately wanted to make you smile for real, be the one on the receiving end of the cheerfulness he knew you had in you; he’d make sure he was the only one getting it one day. “I’ll send you the confidential agreement tomorrow before lunchtime so you can go through it in case there is something else that needs to be changed for the day of the signing.”

“Just one more thing, miss” he said, getting up from the chair he occupied for almost two hours in your office, “I think it’ll be better if you came to me with the agreement in person instead of just sending it to me.” Namjoon saw the protest and confusion on your face and before you could give him a negative, he talked again “there had been several attempts these past few weeks at hacking my accounts as well as the one of my other employers so I’d prefer it if the agreement could me better in my hands rather than on my email. We’re working on it, but until I’m sure there would be no possibility for a cyber-attack...an ounce of prevention is better than a pound of cure”

As much as you wanted to say, ‘fuck no, not in a million years I’m going to see you more than was needed’, you obviously couldn’t, and there was no good reason for you to deny his request.

“Sure, I understand it. I’ll be there tomorrow.” Your answer came more tense than you wanted to, but you wanted Namjoon to know of your discomfort at the premise of having to spend more time with him.

“I’ll send a car for you, darling, there’s no need for you to go anywhere.”

With that and a wink, Namjoon abandoned your office, leaving you there hanging, you wanted to refute that there is no need for him to send a car for you, that you can very happily go on your own and have a car that works very well but, of course, he always has to have the last words. You rolled your eyes and groaned, touching the bridge of your nose. Tomorrow was going to be a very long day.

As Namjoon said, a car was sent your way to the law firm you worked at to take you to his office, or at least that was where you supposed you were going to meet him. But upon seeing the car taking a completely different direction from where it should go, your uneasiness started growing.

“Excuse me,” you called for the attention of the chauffeur, “aren’t we going to Mr. Kim’s office?”

“No, Ms. y/s, I was told to take you to Mr. Kim’s place of residence.”

That fucker, you muttered under your breath. Once you arrived, you couldn’t help but gawk at Namjoon’s place of residence. You were expecting it to be huge and over the top, that’s the kind of house that Namjoon required to have considering the way he carried himself, but this was something else. A whole family could live here, and they wouldn’t even have to see each other if they didn’t want to -and you were referring to a family of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, parents, and kids.

The chauffeur opened the door of the car for you and was the one leading the way into Namjoon’s mansion as well. The interior was even more dazzling if that was possible: it was decorated in a minimalistic and modern way but there was a hint of old fashioned in some of the furniture. It was exquisite. You were guided all through the mansion until you arrived at the front of two huge mahogany doors, the chauffeur -you felt bad you didn’t ask for his name, he seemed nice- knocked on one of them and from the other side you could hear Namjoon’s voice ordering whoever was at the other side to come in, immediately he opened the door and made you a gesture with his hands for you to go in. You nodded your head and muttered a ‘thank you’ before entering the room. The door closed right behind you.

Namjoon looked up from his computer and a smile quickly found its way to his face upon seeing you right there in the middle of his office. He got up from his chair and moved around his massive table. “Y/n, it’s a pleasure to see you, please come and take a seat,” you did as tell and came near him, smiling slightly when Namjoon moved the chair so you could sit, “I apologize for the inconvenience I may have caused you with coming all the way here, some problems came up this morning and I wasn’t able to make it to my building.”

“Is everything okay, Mr. Kim?” You asked more out of courtesy than because you were actually concerned or interested in what his answer would be.

“Nothing you have to worry about, darling,” the paternalistic tone he used made you almost roll your eyes even if you were secretly grateful, he didn’t bother you with the problems of his corrupt business, “since it’s almost lunchtime, I asked my service to bring us the meal here later so we can eat together.”

“There was no need for that, Mr. Kim, I won’t be here much, you’re just required to go through the agreement and then I’ll be on my way to work again.”

Namjoon only hummed and went back to his chair in front of you. Without any further distractions you both proceeded to went through the document and, right as you stated, it didn’t take much time and since Namjoon didn’t really have any objections, you wrapped it up in no more than an hour but, much to your dismay, by that time the food has already been brought up to his office and you didn’t have it in you to deny it when it looked and smelled as delicious as it did.

“Please, try it,” Namjoon encouraged you, both of you have moved to one of the sofas on his office, and he took advantage of it and was now right next to you, “I didn’t know what you enjoy, so tell me if you don’t like this and I’ll ask for the chefs to make you something different.”

Now, that was a lie, Namjoon already knew everything there was to know about you, having made an exhaustive study of your life himself two days after seeing you for the first time; he knew the name of all your relatives, how many times you’d moved, the college you attended, the marks you got, hell, he even knew the name of all your ex-boyfriends and friends that were no longer in your life. You were fascinating to him, and he couldn't wait until he could uncover every single secret you kept to yourself.

“This looks amazing, I’m sure it’ll taste just the same” you said almost salivating, it’s been a long time since you last ate a proper home cooked meal. You could feel the intense gaze of Namjoon on you while you took the fork on your mouth and swallowed the food, you couldn’t help but make a sound of satisfaction at the taste and it was only in that moment that he averted his eyes from you at the sight, clearing his throat and taking a sip of the wine that was brought alongside the meal. “This is amazing! Thank you so much, Namjoon.”

You didn’t even notice you called him by his name or the real smile that was on your face and directed at him. But he did, and he could feel his heart galloping in his chest like crazy, feeling already addicted to hearing his name rolling on your tone without an annoyed tone to it and being on the receiving end of your more than beautiful smile.

You both kept eating and eventually started talking about everything and anything. It surprised you how you found yourself having a good time and enjoying Namjoon’s company more than what you thought you’d ever do. He was still an asshole in your eyes, and you didn’t like not one bit the way he made business, but you couldn’t deny that he gave you an interesting conversation and was funny even when he wasn’t trying to. Eventually though, you started to feel more and more dizzy, and a migraine was starting to form in your head.

“Is everything okay, darling? You’re getting paler by the second” you heard Namjoon voiced next to you, he sounded concerned and was closer to you than a minute before, one of his hands almost resting on your knee.

“Yeah...no, do you happen to have any pills? My head is starting to kill me…” your voice sounded estranged even to yourself and the strength was quickly leaving your body.

Before you could try to fight it, darkness consumed your every sense and the last thing you could feel or hear was Namjoon’s body pressed against yours and his smooth voice calling your name.

After twenty minutes or so, Namjoon finally decided that it was time to lead you to his room and rest your body on his bed. He’s been admiring your face, being this the first time, he has had the chance to do it from such a close distance, delighting himself in how perfect your body felt pressed to his and how from this day on, he’d be able to feel this way for the rest of his life.

He closed the door from his bedroom and locked it just in case, though he doubted you’ll wake up until tomorrow. On his way to the door, he made a call.

“What’s up, Namjoon?”

“I’m going there now, Yoongi. She’s already in my bed resting.”

Nothing more needed to be exchanged between the two men and Namjoon hung up right when he got into his car. Yoongi and Namjoon have been friends since they were both teenagers, having gone through a lot together. When Namjoon received an email with several photos of you he hadn’t order to take and a simple message saying, ‘we are keeping an eye on her too’, he knew he had to do something to keep you safe and it was actually Yoongi’s idea to lead you to Namjoon’s house, drug you and keep you there finally with him. They still had to figure out who the fuck had guessed Namjoon favoured you, but now that you were going to be safe by his side, he couldn’t help but smile silly all the way up to Yoongi’s building.

He knew he had a long way ahead of him until you fell in love with the same intensity, he had fallen for you, but he was sure you’d both get there and be the perfect couple he’d been dreaming of for so long.

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