idk if ur taking requests right now but hereâs an idea. how abt reader kept bringing up the idea of her and aang having intercourse in the sky. aang kept denying or making excuses to not do it until one day he couldnât handle his desires for reader anymore đ
I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! I was actually thinking of something like this for a future fic. So thank you for the request, and to everyone, I would love more requests! It's sometimes hard to come up with ideas for fics, so I would like to bounce them off other readers. Hope you liked this and it was what you were thinking of!
Heldback desires: Adult Aang x Fem!Reader
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Word count: 2,550
Paring: Aang x Fem! Reader
Warnings: SMUT 18+, BDSM, a little ofc for Aang, language.
Summary:Â Y/n wants to have a little fun in the sky, but Aang doesn't want to risk it. Can she convince him that it's worth it?
I love my husband, he's so sweet and kind, thoughtful, always putting other people before himself. Even when his enemies tried to capture him, he saved Zuko in the cold, harsh snowstorm when he could have easily left him, but he didn't because he's not just the avatar, but he's Aang. My Aang. When they didn't deserve it.
When we make love, he puts me before his pleasure, always giving the perfect aftercare with kisses and soft caressing using his bending to give me the most pleasure, the firebending to heat his fingertips, waterbending for icecubes to go around my body, Earthbending to make certain phallic shapes for me, and finally, airbending to blow enough pressure to push me over the edge. For him, he's fine with a couple of pumps and one or two in me, and he's good and keeps going for me to fully cum. It's perfect too perfect.
I love him, I really do, but oh my spirits, he does not develop from our same lovemaking, and it makes me a little peved. I want to go in his element in the air and make him feel good, do whatever he wants to me, and do it in the air, add a little danger to our sex life. I know he would never want to put me in danger, but I want him to bring out his kinky side to be selfish for a change, fully enjoy having a hot wife willing to do anything for him. But you fall off Appa once, three feet in the air, and now you can't go three inches without the avatar freaking out on you. But I have a plan
"Hey, Babe, I just got a letter from Zuko and-" Aang full-on stops seeing me.
"Yes, Aang?" I ask in a low raspy voice, wearing orange lacy lingerie with a robe lightly tied on my body.
"Is that new?" He asks with a big gulp. I nod and walk over to him, throwing my hands around his neck, leaning up, pulling him down for a long kiss, making sure I nip his lip a bit as he pulls away.
"How about we put it to good use?" I whisper in his ear, kissing his neck.
"Y/n I- uh I can't right now, I have a city council meeting in thirty minutes and our times usually take an hour." He deviates his eyes, trying to stop his boner from growing. He's still not getting that we don't need an hour.
"Aang, we don't need an hour, plus I could go down on you, and maybe if you took us in the air we could get it done in fifteen minutes," I smirked and plamed his member.
"The air? Y/n no, you know how dangerous that could be, plus I don't need you to go down on me, okay. I love taking care of you." He pecks my head. Smiling. "But when I get back, I am all yours." He kisses me and airbends out the window. Momo flys in to room.
"Do you have any ideas?" He just looked at me, completely clueless, kind of like Aang.
Okay, attempt number two, maybe I need to try subtlety. I start wearing more low-cut tops, bending over in front of him, and all he does is respectfully give me a look up and down, and goes back to doing avatar duties. Okay, time to pull out the big guns.
I try on my yoga clothes and start positions in the living room, doing a lot of dogging positions. And long stretches. Aang just stares.
"Babe, do you want to help me?" He snaps out of his stare and nods.
"Of course, what do I need to do?"
"Can you just hold my core when I go on one foot and stretch out?" He nods, afraid to speak, and waits. I go into it, and he grabs my core. As I move, his hands move to make sure I'm balanced, eventually finding my ass. He cups it, starts grouping it, and tries not to go further. I smirk, knowing it was working. I junt my ass out so it's basically right in his face. I put my leg down, and now his hands are holding me against his front side.
"Aang, you can do it, you can fuck me however you want, even in the sky." He breathes in deeply, hands going over my body. Breathing in my scent, memorizing me.
"I can't Y/n because if I do, I'm afraid I won't stop." I grind my ass on his front with a deep groan from him.
"I don't want you to stop." His breath heavy in my ear, lips close to mine, ready to jump in. My eyes glance down, and we were a few inches off the ground.
"What do you want to do to me, Aang?"
"I want to fu-" A knocking at the door pushes us apart. We land roughly on the floor. knocking the sexiness right out of the air. Who the fuck is knocking?
Aang opens the door to Sokka. "Hey guys!" He waved enthusiastically. We are both just silent and an annoying building.
"Why are you here, Sokka?" I ask, trying to keep the bitchyness to a minimum.
"Uh, since Katrar was busy, I was wondering if I could try my new joke on you guys." We are still just silent.
"Right, okay, what do you call a porkapine on a diet?" Still very unimpressed. "A prakapipe!" That doesn't even make sense.
"Sokka, I'm sorry, but get out." I gently push him out.
I had given up at this point; all my advances had failed. So I guess I'll just stay with the regular sex. Which is great, but I just want a little excitement, but it is what it is. Maybe we can have some after tonight's party. It's a party of all four elements at the capital building in Republic City.
"Hey, Y/n, have you seen mine-" Aang once again stops in his tracks, watching me getting ready. I was wearing a new dress in my favorite color and body cut. I was putting earrings that Aang had given me on one of our many anniversaries.
"What was that, Aang?" I didn't even see him ogling me.
"Uh, have you seen my robe?"
"It's hanging in the bathroom, after that are you ready because I am." I turn to him, and he becomes breathless. Feeling like he was seeing me for the first time.
"Yes, I do."
"I do?" I was now confused.
"I would marry you over and over, so yes, I do." My face blushes hard, and I turn away.
"Aang, you're making me feel like I'm sixteen again." He walks to me, tugging me into his strong arms.
"Good, because I want to show you how much I love you right now."
"But Aang, we have to be there in an hour."
"Plenty of time."
18+ BELOW CUT....
He starts kissing down my neck. In soft, sensual pecks. Breathing me deep in. His hands go down to my zipper, pulling it down.
"Wait, wait, Aang, what about the party that has to be there? You're the avatar." I couldn't believe him right now. He chuckles in my ear.
"Babe, exactly, they can't start without me, and fuck the party, I want to do something a lot more enjoyable right now."
"What?"
"You." With that, it's like something snaps in him. He rips my dress from my shoulders, and a loud rip rings through the air. He started attacking my neck with vigor, biting, trying to make a hickie. In the past, he would be scared to leave a little bruise. But now he's covering me in them.
"Ah, so that's what it looks like to have you marked as mine." He steps back to see his artwork.
"Ah fuck, I've been missing out."
"Aang, what has gotten into you?"
"You. Fucking Hell, Y/n, with all the teasing you've been giving me, I've been trying to hold back to be a gentleman, but you don't want me to hold back, then fine, I'm done holding back."
"Now get on your knees." Aang had never demanded head like this before. Maybe soft asks before, but never like this. I get on my knees.
"Now we are going to have a safe word. I may want to fuck the ever living daylights out of you, but we will stop if you need to." I nod in understanding. "Good, the word will be red for stop, sound good?" I bite my lip in incepetion.
"Yes, Aang." I bring my hands up to his pants, pulling them down, his member pops up. Standing tall at nine inches.
"Go ahead. Suck it and no teeth." He commands me. I stick my tongue out grabbing and lick it. Ringing my tongue all around it. I grab his balls, fondling them, tugging just enough force that it provides a delicious stinging. He groans, the vibrations sending through his body down to his dick. Making my tongue feel a little numb.
At that, I let it in my mouth, tasting the salt from the precum. I go up and down. The saliva and cum are mixing together, dripping out. I look up, and Aang has his head leaned, looking like he is in euphoria. Now that shit makes me feel wet, making my man feel good. I reach my fingers down, finding my wetness. Already leaking from my pussy.
"Ah ah, no touching yourself, darling, until I say so." Hearing that, my fingers immediately shot away, but left my pussy aching for attention. "Step it up, suck on it harder." I started sucking his dick like I was trying to get something from it. The whole thing is bulging in my mouth, weighing it down. I suck on the tip licking the slit.
"I'm gonna fuck your mouth, okay." He looks down at me to still make sure I was comfortable. Even in a BDSM mode, Aang is still his sweet self. I nod yes. "Great job, princess." He gives a little push to test the waters, and I gladly give in. A thrust in, and it hits the back of my throat. I don't have a gag reflex, so it's perfect. Moaning comes from him, and he starts fucking quickly. I hollow my cheeks so the space in between is smaller.
"Oh shit fuck Y/n you're good at that." That complaint goes straight to my pussy, I had never been so close to giving him head. He speeds up, ready to blow.
"You going to swallow, sweet girl?" My eyes tell him yes. "That's my sweet girl, that's my- OH FUCK OH SHIT Oh." He had blown his fat goggie load in my mouth, and I swallowed with happiness. I opened my mouth to show it was all gone.
"Good girl, now about a treat for being so good." What else could top this?
Before I knew it, we were outside in the sky. The moon was full and bright; it was the perfect backdrop for a romantic fucking.
"I thought this was too dangerous, huh?" I taunted him, still tasting him in the mouth.
"That was before I remembered I am the mother fucking avatar and I can protect you from anything, and that fucking in the sky just feels right to me. Now let's see if you need any preparation." His fingers make their way down to my folds and clit, popping out fully aroused.
"Aww, did sucking my dick really make you this wet?" He teases just outside the clit.
"Yes, yes, it did." I was desperate at this point. Wanting his dick in me already.
"Good, it should always and sense you were so good at that, I'm going to treat you like the queen you are." His fingers suddenly plunge deep in me.
"Fuck Aang." I grab his hand.
"You're going to take it like the little slut you are." The fingers pump in at a steady pace. Feeling out my gummy walls. I bite down on his shoulder, trying to keep from moaning so loud.
"No, no, none of that I want to hear you scream." At that I moan louder than I ever have before. Cum is pouring out around his fingers. I was already close from before, so this was torture.
"Aang, please, can I cum?"
"Yes, you can, but on my count." Really!? "1" His thumb went to my clit. "2" He gently stroked it. "3" He starts pumping at a pace that I can't keep up with. I start squirting all over his hand.
My body is so hot that I can't stop breathing hard, trying to recover from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had, and we weren't even done yet.
"That was amazing, baby, amazing, all for me, right?"
"Yes, Aang, all for you."
"Are you up for actual sex because I'm safisted for tonight so we can if you want to." I had waited too long to not fuck in the sky, we are doing this shit.
"Aang fuck me how you want to don't hold back."
"You got it, babe." He brings me up where I'm straddling his lap and holds me in place. He basically made a seat of air so I wouldn't fall. He grabs his dick and goes over my opening, our cum from before, making a great lube.
He slips in, and we both moan out, gruntily and deeply. Our foreheads and our eyes lock, and he grabs my hips to control the rhythm. He messages them, sending chills down my spine. He starts to move me up and down. It starts off slowly and teasingly. I want to wine and tell him to hurry, but I didn't want to make him mad.
"You like that slut?" He whispers in my ear, and all I can do is respond with a low-voiced yes. "How does it feel that you could fall at any time?"
"It feels exciting and thrilling, Aang." The threat of falling is sending electric singnals to my pussy.
"Yeah, of course it does, you little danger slut."
"How about the avatar shows you what you could do and still be fine?"
"I love it." At that, he flips me over in the sky so I was lying on my back wothout anything under me. And it feels invigorating. He pushes back in and Fucks me. He goes at a rhythm that my tits are shaking, and that my whole body is shaking.
"Fuck Aang!"
"A couple more seconds, my darling, and we'll reach there together."
He reaches down his fingers, gets to my clict rubbing it, a new sensation goes through my body. He leans down, kissing my neck, licking the previous hickies, the cold adding to it.
"I'm close. Aang"
"I am too."
I started to meet my body with his to amplify our throats and a couple more, and we were both cumming.
He pulls out, and he brings us back down to earth.
"So, Aang, how was being selfish for once?"
"Fucking amazing, and I think we should take more flights in the sky." He smirks and pulls me into the bathroom for aftercare.
Okay, I hoped you liked it! That was my first time writing about BDSM, so I hope I did it justice. And I would love more requests. Reblogs would be appreciated!
can u write a five x reader smut where five makes the reader watch him jerk off before fucking them
This request has been in my inbox for a LONG time...sorry. I set this during season four, and it's mixed with my usual sense of humor and confidently sexy Five đ
Forced Confinement: Friends to Enemies to Lovers
Five x Female Reader-Insert, 5.7k words, one-shot, reader request
Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, masturbation
Summary: You and Five used to be friends. That is, until he got you stuck in the endless cycle of time traveling trains and no way home. Now he is the last person you want to be stuck with at the end of the world. But, after months of resentment and bickering, you and Five finally work out your differences
It had been eleven months. Eleven months since you and Five had taken that stupid fucking train to nowhere. Why you had let him talk you into going with him, you had no idea. You had been friends and you trusted him, sure, but that didnât mean you wanted to skip out on the real world forever and live in captive domesticity for the rest of your life. You had wanted adventure and danger, which always seemed to follow Five wherever he went. But thatâs not what this turned into. This had turned into playing house.
After nine months of mindless travel to various timelines that just seemed to get worse and worse, you were about ready to kill one another. The passive aggressive arguing had gradually turned into bickering, which then turned into outright shouting matches. You wanted to go home, god dammit! You didnât care that time travel was tricky or unpredictable. He had gotten you into this mess and you demanded that he get you out of it.
To get you to shut up, Five had presented you with a temporary solution. When you came across a mostly still standing house with a greenhouse and clean water, he begrudgingly suggested that you two stay there for a few days. Just to relax, wash up a bit, and gather some food. It would also grant him some time to think about how to navigate this situation you were in. You had agreed, although you had scoped the crappy house out first to determine if there were separate living quarters. There was only one real bedroom, but Five conceded it to you and said he would take the living room floor.
A few days had turned into two months.
You knew he was trying his best. You knew that. And you knew he certainly had never meant to get you stuck in this endless loop of time travel fuckery. He had only been trying to save the world. Again. Only this time, he wanted company. And since you and he had become friends over the course of the five years you had been serving him large quantities of whiskey and beer at your bar, he had asked you.
Itâs not that you were best buddies or anything. You had never hung out outside of the bar. But he was a frequent enough customer that you and he had a good rapport. You were comfortable around each other, which you had noticed for Five, was kind of a big deal. And maybe you were a little flirty with one another as well. Not that anything had ever happened between you, but the tension had been there.
So, when Five had come stumbling in one night, seemingly already drunk, and had plopped down on a barstool in front of you with a smart-ass grin on his face, you were intrigued. After a very confusing and convoluted story about something called âmarigoldâ and Five having the power to teleport and time travel, you were already hooked.
How many times had you dreamed of doing something amazing? Something so incredibly exciting and weird that when you told your friends all about it later, they wouldnât believe you? It was just one of those silly fantasies that never left your head. But the longer you ran that bar, and the more comfortable you got pouring shots and mixing drinks for others, the less likely it became that your fantasy would ever be realized.
But time traveling subway trains and teleportation powers? It was everything you had been waiting for! When he told you his idea of trying to get to the correct timeline and stop another apocalypse from happening, you barely even hesitated.
In those first couple of months, you didnât really mind being lost with no real way to get back home. It was still exciting and you were getting along great back then. He confided in you; told you he had asked you along because you were his only real friend and he just didnât want to face the unknown alone again. He had apologized when it became clear he was just as lost as you were, and he promised to get you back safely. You made each other laugh, and invented stupid games to kill the boredom, and would cuddle up together on cold nights even though there was nothing romantic going on. Those were the good times.
But nowâŚnow, it was like the two of you were living in some bad sitcom with no laugh track. Five was still good looking, there was no getting around that. Even when he was grubby and dirty and his deodorant gave out months ago. Yes, he was hot, you could admit that. But that wasnât quite enough to cover the fact that he was an arrogant, know-it-all asshole that was systematically ruining your life. You missed your bed. And your bar. And god, what you wouldnât do for some fucking fast food. You had dreams about McDonaldâs French fries and if Ronald McDonald himself had come walking up to you and told you heâd give you a Big Mac if you sucked his dick, youâd be on your knees in a second. Thatâs what this had come to; you would blow a clown for a hamburger.
Instead, here you were, in some bullshit little Hobbit house, listening to Fiveâs snoring from the other room. And if you had to eat another fucking strawberry, you were going to vomit. You would rather eat a dozen half-cooked subway rats than choke down another one of those god damn red berries. Sometimes you laid awake at night, envisioning Five choking on one, his eyes bulging as he panicked and tried unsuccessfully to get air through his blocked trachea. It brought a small amount of comfort to you. Until the morning, when you walked out and saw there were no animals in your traps, and you wanted to cry. No meat. Only fucking strawberries.
âWe need more water,â you told him as you came out of the green house where the first few sprouts of cucumbers and green beans were finally starting to come through.
âSo? Go get some, then,â Five muttered back at you, his head buried in a notebook while he sat at the wobbly kitchen table.
âNo. Iâm always the one that has to go get the water. Itâs your turn.â
Five glanced up briefly, then looked back down at his incoherent scribblings. âIâm busy.â
âYouâre busy?â you asked incredulously. âHow the fuck is making little pictures in a book busy?â
He looked up again, his worn-down pencil paused in midair. His eyes narrowed. âThey are not little pictures. They are complex mathematical equations that your simpleton mind cannot possibly understand.â
You snorted. âFuck you.â
One corner of his mouth turned up just slightly and he set his pencil down, leaning back in his chair and draping one arm over the back. Fuck, if he didnât look amazingly hot like that. Asshole.
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â
âWhat in the hell are you talking about?â
He scoffed. âDonât play dumb. Youâve been eye-fucking me since we got here. Actually, since before we got here.â
Your eyes widened in disbelief. âWhat theâŚare you delusional? Did you hit your head the last time you were out scavenging? I have, under no circumstances, been eye-fucking you.â
âOk, sureâŚwhatever you have to tell yourself.â
You placed a hand on your hip and tilted your head to the side. âIf anyone is eye-fucking anyone, itâs you to me. I see the way you just so happen to look in my direction when Iâm changing clothes.â
âIf I do that, itâs only because I want to make sure youâre actually changing into something new instead of wearing that shitty old tank top that smells like dead rats.â
âThat is my best tank top! And look whoâs talking. Who wears a suit in a fucking apocalypse? Itâs insane!â
âAt least I donât walk around with my tits half hanging out. I mean, fuck, those things are going to knock you out the next time you have to run from anything. Itâs like youâre just begging for attention.â
You smiled. âOh, I just bet youâd love to see me running with my tits hanging out, wouldnât you? Probably play right into some weird-ass Baywatch fantasy you have.â
âDonât flatter yourself, sweetheart.â He tossed his head so that the piece of hair in his eyes flicked out of the way. âYou are wearing the literal last pair of tits in the world right now and I wouldnât care if you slathered them in baby oil and shoved them in my face.â
You watched as his eyes moved briefly to your chest before landing on your face again. You smirked. âGosh, Five, youâre right. I donât know what I was thinking. Of course you donât want anything do with these.â You ran your hands up your sides and rested them on your breasts. Then you began to rub them and squeeze them together, all while looking him directly in the eye. You gave a little moan and licked your lips. It was subtle, but you saw him swallow and shift in his seat.
Five rolled his eyes, but you could tell you had gotten to him. âWhile the tits themselves may be alluring, there is the unfortunate fact that they are attached to the body that is powered by your idiot brain. ThereforeâŚnot interested.â
You gave them another hard push together, and then let out a short laugh before dropping your hands. âThatâs what I thought.â
âWhat did you think?â
âThat youâre a dickless assholeâ
Five flashed you that devious smile that you had come to associate with an unfortunate fluttering inside your stomach. âIâll concede to being an asshole. But dickless? Quite the opposite, sweetheart.â
Your mouth went dry at that implication and you momentarily had a loss for words. After a couple of seconds, though, you regained your cool.
âAs much as Iâm sure youâd just love to whip out your little pickle dick right now, how about you get your scrawny ass up and go get us some water? Sweetheart.â
Five gave a short laugh. âAnd as much as Iâm sure youâd love to be choking on my pickle right now, like I told youâŚâ He pointed his pencil at the notebook. âIâm busy.â
Without another word, he lowered his head and started scribbling again, ignoring you completely. Your mouth opened in another retaliation, but then it snapped closed again. There was no point in continuing your little childish spat. Five was a stubborn old bastard and it was a waste of time. You might as well go get the damn water yourself.
Giving a loud, dramatic huff, you flipped your hair over your shoulder and stomped away. You did happen to notice, though, that Five looked up to watch you leave. So, as a final act of brattiness, just before you were out of sight, you made sure to bend over and act like you were tying your shoe while wiggling your ass in the air. Which, if Five had the oversized brain he was always saying he did, he would remember that your shoelaces had disintegrated a month ago.
As you angrily made your way to the old well that was your water source, you mumbled out loud to yourself.
âHe thinks heâs so fucking smart. Well, heâs not. Just because youâre a smoking hot asshole does not mean youâre a genius, I guarantee you.â
You tripped over a rock and you cursed before continuing on. âAnd he is dreaming if he thinks Iâm the one that wants to fuck him. Granted, it has been a long time since I got laid, but still. I think I can do better than Five Hargreeves, even if he is the last man on earth.â
You approached the old-fashioned well pump that was still in service and started pumping, much more vigorously than needed while you ranted to no one. âHonestly, he is so hard up for some ass, itâs embarrassingly obvious. But, good luck buddy, because that ainât happening.â
You watched thoughtfully as the water slowly poured into the plastic bucket that served as your portable water reservoir. You stared into the distance; the landscape not quite as bleak as the others you had seen. This one at least had some trees and wildlife. âStillâŚI did see him shirtless that one time and I canât seem to get that little image out of my brain. The guy has sex appeal, thereâs no doubt about that. And I suppose heâs not all bad. He did let me take the bed, after all. He hasnât even tried anything, either, which I suppose makes him kind of a gentleman.â
You gave the well a few more pumps to fill the last of the bucket. âBut why hasnât he tried anything? Maybe he doesnât think Iâm attractive? He said he likes women, though. I wonder if he jerks off when Iâm not around?â
You smiled to yourself, feeling your chest tighten a little at the thought. âI guess Iâd be lying if I said I hadnât used him as motivation for my own hand-fucking. He might be annoying but I bet he can deliver in certain areas.â You paused a moment more and sighed angrily, looking toward the sky. âDamn itâŚnow Iâm horny!â The water started overflowing in the bucket and you realized youâd been pumping the well for too long, wasting your most precious resource.
âShit!â You stared at the dusty ground that was now turning into a muddy puddle around your feet. âHe doesnât need to know about this, thatâs for sure. I donât need yet another lecture on water preservation.â
Hoisting up the bucket, and holding it against your chest because the handle had given out a week ago, you started back towards the house.
âIâm going insane,â you panted as you made your way up the slight incline. âItâs official; Iâve finally lost it. Stuck out here in the middle of nowhere and talking to myself. Cool.â
As you walked into the house, the water bucket was partially obstructing your view and it sloshed water down your front as you set it heavily down on the floor.
âThere,â you declared, out of breath. âHereâs the water, no thanks to â Oh holy shit!â
When you had looked up, you had been assaulted with the sight of Five pleasuring himself right there in your cozy kitchen. You froze, taking in the sight, not able to look away. He was on full display, with the chair pushed out from the table, facing the doorway. His shirt was open, sleeves cuffed up, head thrown back, eyes closed, pants undone, and his cock in his hand. He was languidly stroking himself, appearing to not be in a hurry to finish the job, while he sat there with his legs spread open for all to see. Well, not all to seeâŚjust you.
âOh my god, Iâm sorryâŚshitâŚwhat are you? Ok, never mind, umâŚIâm gonna, yeah, just goâŚâ you stammered while still staring directly at the obscenity before you.
You said you were going to go, but you were rooted to the spot. Eventually, after what seemed like an inordinate amount of time considering what was happening, Five opened his eyes and looked at you. No, not looked. Stared at you. Those bright green eyes bored into you and a small smirk played on his lips.
Still panicking, but also confused as to the very real sensation of moisture not caused by the bucket of water forming between your legs, you abruptly turned to leave.
âStop.â
Fiveâs voice was different than usual. Harder. Commanding. And you inexplicably stopped in your tracks.
âTurn around.â
You obeyed and slowly spun around, nervous as to what you might see, or have him see. You were sure the look on your face would give you away.
Five hadnât moved. He was still stroking himself and he looked like he didnât have one ounce of shame about it, either.
You swallowed hard. âWhatâŚâ
âI decided after your little show earlier that I just couldnât help myself. And now that youâve got some wet t-shirt action going on, Iâm going to need you to stay. I think you owe me that.â
Looking down at yourself, you saw that the spilled water had created a nearly see-through situation over your chest. Even your bra was soaked through, and your nipples were visible through the thin fabric. When you glanced back up, you bit at your lower lip. Despite the blush growing across your cheeks, you were intrigued with this new game.
âOwe you?â you asked, your voice cracking as you tried to keep your cool.
Five groaned quietly, picking up his pace and ignoring your question. âYou really do have magnificent tits. Now, take that ratty ass top off.â
You couldnât believe you were actually going along with his demands. You should be telling him to fuck off and throwing the nearest heavy object toward his head. Instead, you found yourself holding his eye contact while you slowly stripped your wet shirt away and dropped it onto the floor.
There was another deep moan from Five as he worked his shaft over with his whole hand, his breathing becoming louder.
âBra,â he rasped.
As you unhooked your bra and let it fall on top of your shirt, you smiled at his reaction.
âFuck honeyâŚIâve been dreaming about these tits for so long and they do not disappoint.â He groaned low in his throat again. âPerfect.â
You eyed him up and down, taking in the detail of his cock as his fist slid easily over it. It was most definitely impressive. Much more than you had imagined and you found yourself running your tongue over your bottom lip involuntarily.
âShit, FiveâŚI guess you werenât kidding. Definitely not dickless.â
âYou like what you see?â he asked, looking out under the pieces of hair that had flopped in front of his eyes.
You nodded, and then began to move closer in. âYeah, I do.â
Five shook his head, pausing his fist fucking momentarily. âI donât think so, honey. Not yet.â
âNot yet what?â you asked, thoroughly confused. Did he not want you to jump on top of him?
âI know youâre just dying for my cock to be buried deep inside you right now, but youâre going to have to wait. Thatâs your punishment.â
With your eyebrows drawn together, you suddenly felt very stupid standing there topless while he continued to jack off.
âWhat the hellâŚwhat do you mean? Punishment for what?â
âFor walking around all bitchy and complaining about everything. All while throwing your body in my face and leaving me high and dry.â
âWhat!? Youâre the one that has been the asshole ââ
âShut up, sweetheart. I donât need to hear your mouth. I just need to look at you. Now drop your pants.â
It took a minute for your mind to comprehend just what the fuck was going on here. Five Hargreeves, your friend turned enemy turnedâŚjack off partner?...was ordering you around like you were his own personal interactive porno mag. And you fucking liked it.
As you started unbuttoning your shorts, you gave him a lopsided smile. âSo, how long have you been using me as your whack-a-thon inspiration?â
âI could ask you the same,â he snarked back before working just a little harder when your pants came off.
âSince about 3 months in,â you admitted with a shrug, pushing your panties all of the way off.
âFuuuck,â Five groaned loudly, closing his eyes briefly before scanning your body hungrily. âI think I lasted 2 weeks.â
You laughed, leaning back against the table with your hands behind you as you pushed out your chest. When your eyes caught his again, you let out a soft whimper.
âDamnitâŚI really want to fuck you right now.â
âI know, darling,â he responded, his voice dripping with condescension. âYouâve made that quite obvious.â
Neither of you said anything more for a moment. The room was filled with the sound of your collective heavy breathing and the slapping noises as Five jacked himself hard and fast. You could see the beads of pre-cum forming around the head. On a whim, you decided to lean in, bending down with your mouth open and tongue out, to daintily lick up the tempting drops. Five growled and flung his head back again while you gave one more flick of your tongue over the slit and backed away again.
âFinger yourself,â he grunted out.
When you smirked, licking all four of your fingers before lowering them between your legs, the sound Five made, a shaking, guttural sound, had you thinking he was on the verge of blowing his load. But he only seemed to concentrate harder, working his fist over his thick shaft. You watched as his thumb traced the underside of his swollen tip, the veins that ran from top to bottom prominently on display. You had never really thought the sight of a man pleasuring himself in front of you would be that hot, but the wetness dripping out of you right now proved that maybe it just depended on the man.
Because watching Five unabashedly fuck himself; his left hand tight around his cock and his hips jerking up in response; the tendons in his forearm taught and straining; his hair hanging messily around his face, his eyes never leaving yours; had you more worked up than you had ever been in your life.
âFuck, Five,â you moaned as your own hand began to move through your slick folds.
âDamn it, Iâm going to come. On your knees,â he growled through clenched teeth.
You dropped down without a second thought, just blindly following his orders. Your hand was still working furiously, and you were unsure if he wanted you to suck his dick or not, so you just waited for further instructions. When he groaned loudly and shifted forward in the chair, his own hand moving fast, you realized what he was going to do.
âDonât you dare come on my face,â you rasped out. You removed your fingers from yourself so that you could lean back, exposing your chest at a better angle.
With a strangled moan that sounded like some sort of wounded animal, Five bit at his bottom lip while he came; long ropes of cum covering your chest and dripping down your stomach as he unloaded onto you again and again. You watched his face as it contorted in orgasmic bliss before finally relaxing again, his hand slowing, and his body easing back into the chair.
âFucking hell,â he whispered through heaving breaths; eyes still closed. âYou have no idea how much I needed that.â
As you knelt before him, covered in his semen, and still horny, you frowned. âGood for you.â
When he opened his eyes, he had the nerve to laugh and he shook his head. âGive me a minute, ok? I might have a fairly quick refractory period, but itâs not immediate.â
âHmm, yeah. Likely story,â you said under your breath, although your mouth twitched up with amusement as you stood up. âIâm going to use our most precious resource to wash up.â
âUse it sparingly,â Five reminded you.
âI think Iâll use as much as I want, considering itâs your cum thatâs currently drying all over my tits right now.â
âFair,â Five said with a breathy laugh.
After you found one of the clean rags that doubled as a washcloth, you dipped it in the bucket of cool water and started to wipe at your chest. Five watched you bend over, ringing out the cloth and letting the water run down your breasts and abdomen. His refractory period may not have been instant, but watching you like that was most definitely speeding the process along.
While you were enjoying giving him this show, what you really wanted was a little more satisfaction than just watching him jerking off. With your body as cum-free as it was going to be for the moment, you sauntered back over to Five who was still sitting in the same chair; pants open and semi-hard dick out. When you stood in front of him, he looked up at you through the fringe of hair covering his eyes, that damn smirk of his playing on his lips. Without even thinking, you hauled your right hand back and smacked him across the face.
As he raised a hand to his stinging cheek, he glared up at you. âWhat the hell was that for?â
With a smile, you straddled his lap, draping both arms over his shoulders and leaning in to kiss him. After biting at his bottom lip, you pulled back.
âThat was for stranding me here in this hell hole.â You kissed him again, tugging hard at his hair at the back of his head. âAnd for being the worldâs biggest prick.â Your groin slid over his hard cock and he grunted. âAnd for looking so fucking hot all the time.â
Five grabbed your chin in his hand, holding you steady as he gazed into your eyes; his deep green ones sparkling as that arrogant look crossed his face again. Gripping your ass tightly with both hands, Five stood up, taking you with him as he slammed your body down onto the rickety kitchen table. When your back hit the wooden top with a thud, the pedestal holding it up wobbled dangerously underneath. You huffed out a loud breath from the impact.
Standing between your legs that were still wrapped around his waist, Five reached down between you, grasping his hard cock and rubbing the tip against your clit. When you gave a tiny whimper, he nodded.
âIâm sorry I got you stuck here. And Iâm working on being less of a prick. As for looking hot all the time? That I canât help so much,â he said with a grin, continuing to massage your slit by running his dick up and down, spreading your wetness over both of you.
âAsshole,â you rasped after sucking in a loud gulp of air. Your hands clutched at the edge of the table and your hips rocked against him.
He shook his head, closing his eyes with a moan before locking onto yours again. âNo. If I were an asshole, I would have done what Iâve been dying to do for months now.â
âWhich is?â
âSliding into bed with you in the middle of the night and waking you up with my dick shoved between your legs.â
Your head tipped back as you tried to push yourself harder into his cock that was continually sliding over you in just the right spot. âOh shit, FiveâŚI wish you would have.â
âYouâd like that, huh?â
You nodded. âIâd still have kicked your ass, but not before Iâd let you fuck my brains out.â
âHow about I fuck your brains out now and we can discuss kicking my ass later?â
âSounds good,â you breathed out.
Five used his hand to guide himself inside of you. Once the head of his cock was inside, he thrust himself into you, impaling you on his sizeable dick, and watching your face for your reaction.
âOh godâŚâ you cried, gritting your teeth against the intensity.
âYou ok?â he asked as his hands traveled over your thighs, sides, and hips.
You nodded. âYeah. Definitely ok. Fuck, that feels good.â
With a self-satisfied smirk, Five grabbed your ass tightly with both hands, squeezing each cheek hard and digging his fingers into your flesh. When he started to guide you by pushing and pulling you over his shaft, you let him take full control of your body. With your arms splayed to the sides and your head tipped back against the table top, you wanted him to break you down; strip you of your inhibitions, and make you his.
âShitâŚâ he hissed through his teeth. âI needâŚfuckâŚI need more of you.â
Without warning or consent, he pulled you roughly up by one hand before pulling out of you and yanking you off the table to standing again. Not sure what his game plan was, you just stood there until he stepped out of his pants that had dropped around his ankles, and held you tightly to him. With a long kiss that made you momentarily forget where you were, he pulled back again.
âFloor,â he gasped.
Despite having a perfectly good bed in the other room, you were thinking the same thing he was. There was no time for relocation. You needed him inside of you again. Immediately. Hands clutching at one another, you both clumsily dropped to the floor. There was a moment of ungraceful maneuvering while you hastily repositioned yourself, but once Five was on his back and you were mounting him again, his dick slid inside once more and you let out a high-pitched whine.
In between grunts and whimpers as you started to move your hips, you attacked his mouth, face, and neck with kisses. Eventually, one of his hands came to rest in your hair. When you looked him in the eyes, he was smiling. Not his normal, asshole smirk. An actual, affectionate smile.
âIâm not sure why we waited this long,â he said before kissing you deeply, while also bucking his hips up, driving his dick in harder.
âBecause we hated one another,â you explained as he sucked kisses onto your neck.
âNot alwaysâŚfuuckkâŚâ he moaned when you slammed harder on top of him.
âI kind of donât hate you now.â
Five laughed and squeezed one of your breasts in his hand, hard enough to make you hiss through your teeth.
âFiveâŚ.â you whined.
âKeep fucking me, baby. Harder.â
You were fucking him as hard as you possibly could. So hard that you were seriously concerned about the health of your knees as they bore most of your weight and dug into the hard dirt floor of your crappy kitchen. But that didnât stop you. Riding his dick like it was somehow essential to your existence, you had never wanted anyone more than you did right then. You couldnât control the loud cries and broken sobs that filled the small kitchen, and Five wasnât exactly being quiet either.
âOh shit, honeyâŚplease keep doing thatâŚIâve wanted this so badly.â
After one more long kiss, you could feel your body start to reach its climax. As Five grasped your hips again, working you over even faster, you let yourself go with a broken moan that got louder the more your body reacted to his. With your back arched, head tipped back, and your hips twitching wildly, Five clenched his teeth and looked down between your bodies. He could see the white lather of your arousal coating his cock. With a husky growl, Five pushed you down and came inside you.
Gasping for air, you collapsed into him, chests heaving against one another. He held you loosely, his hands idly caressing your back and hair.
âFive?â you panted; nuzzling your nose and mouth into the side of his sweat-damp neck.
âYeah?â
âIf you had been fucking me like that this whole time, these last several months could have been much more enjoyable.â
He let out a breathy laugh. âIf I were more confident in my time travel skills, I would go back and remedy that.â
As your playful kisses traveled over his neck and cheek, you gave him one last, deep kiss on his mouth before pulling back again. You stared deeply into his eyes that you only just now realized were so easy to get lost in.
Moving a stray piece of hair from his forehead, you smiled sweetly. âWhile I definitely would not mind more of your amazing dick action, I am going to murder you if I have to spend one more day in this strawberry hellhole.â
Five matched your snarky grin with his own, and smacked your ass swiftly. âOff.â
Rolling your eyes, but not able to hide the blush that dusted your cheeks again when he took that tone with you, you unfurled yourself from his body and stood up. Offering a hand out, you helped Five to his feet.
âWhile the thought crossed my mind to leave you in the dark just so I can get some more action, I donât have the heart. Look,â he said as he pointed to his notebook that had just recently been pinned under your body on the table.
When you looked closer at his illegible scrawls, you frowned. âI donât get it.â
âI did it.â
You looked back over at him with raised eyebrows. âDid what?â
âFound our way home. While you were out getting water, I figured it out.â
As the realization of what he was saying washed over you, you shrieked and threw your arms around his shoulders, pulling his damp, naked body into yours. âFive! Oh my god, you did it! We can go home?â
He nodded, a giant smile growing over his face. âI think so. And I think I figured it out so that we will have time to stop the whole mess that was starting to go down before we left, too. I think we can save the world.â
âOh my god! This is amazing!â You pulled him tighter and kissed him hard on the lips, still smiling. âFive, youâre amazing!â Then a thought came to you and you tilted your head to the side. âHang onâŚif you figured this out while I was out getting waterâŚwere you really jerking off to thoughts of me, or just your own mathematical genius?â
Five shrugged with that sexy, lopsided smile of his. âCanât it be a little of both?â
âHoly shit,â you laughed. âLetâs get the fuck out of here and go home.â
Five pulled you close with a jerk, his arm around your waist and his hand resting securely on the small of your back. With a look that made your heart flip in your chest and your knees weak and wobbly, Five leaned in to kiss you, biting gently at your lips before pulling away and rubbing his cheek across yours.
âWhy leave now? We have all the time in the world and things were just getting good,â he said, his voice low and smooth; the rush of his hot breath down your neck sending shivers down your spine.
âOk,â you breathed out before tipping your head back so he could access your neck. âWhatâs a few more days?â
Hi there!! Could I request a sweet oneshot where the Reader cuddles with BJ, combing through his hair while he curls up with her? Romantic ship bordering on platonic would be lovely!! 𼰠thank you!!
If course! I'll do my best! I hope you like it. Please let me know feedback, it helps a lot!
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You weren't entirely sure what had gotten Bee in such a put-out mood but after this long, you refrained from trying to guess, it could've been for a number of reasons or just one, perhaps one that wouldn't seem much of a big deal to you but that was Bee for you. You were used to just giving him comfort when he asked for it because it wasn't too often when he wasn't his usual, theatrical self.
Adventures in Babysitting was playing on the TV while you both were on the couch, you were sat up with your legs resting on the footrest and Bee was laying with his head in your lap; a pillow under him. He seemed unusually quiet and you wondered what was on his mind, usually he'd have made some crude jokes about the lead actress by now. He'd have found a number of ways to try to make you laugh but it was radio silence on his end. With Bee's lack of personality showing, you were barely paying attention to the movie yourself but you weren't particularly in a bad mood, you just wanted to find a way to make Bee...well. Himself again. You knew people had their off days and you supposed ghosts did too.
You were running your fingers through his hair gently, not really even aware you were doing so until you caught a knot and heard Bee grumble.
A "Sorry...", whispered, slipped from your before pursed lips. Your gaze settling on Bee rather than the screen, now slightly more focused on gently getting the knot out without disturbing him more. Bee didn't often care about his appearance either, he'd rarely ask for help with his hair but he hadn't complained since he had come to rest his head in your lap about a half an hour ago. So, you figured he didn't hate it.
You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought of snuggling up with him and taking advantage of the silence but in all honesty you wanted to just comfort him. There were a number of things that were left unspoken between the two of you, each of you held your own secrets about your dynamic. Perhaps denial was at play but at times, your flirtatious, playful moments you shared bordered closer to your feelings and wants for Bee than you'd care to admit. You stated you'd only let him be around so long as it was platonic and here you were questioning that.
"What's on ya mind, Sweets?" His gravelly voice pulled you from your thoughts. Perhaps your lack of detangling had earned his attention.
"I could ask you the same thing. You've been quiet too." Your eyes locked onto his as Bee had turned to look up at you.
"Just'a thinkin, s'all."
"Want to talk about it?"
"What. 'N' ruin your quiet time?"
"I'll take that as a no then. Want to cuddle...then?" Your voice softer, perhaps given the quiet, almost tender exchange of time you had shared over the last hour, it felt a little strange. Perhaps edging into romantic territory but you hid your thoughts as you felt Bee move to sit up.
"C'mere then" he offered as his arms hung open.
Your momentary worry about overstepping boundaries was washed away and you shifted over into his arms, sinking into his hold as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, giving you a quick squeeze. He wasn't warm but it was still comforting. You knew how to compensate for the cons of him being a ghost. The house was always made warmer in the evenings during the colder seasons so you didn't notice the coldness of his touch, a hot water bottle also helped too. But having a cold body body hug helped in the summer. A welcomed feeling when you started to overheat. You found ways to adapt to what were issues before. Perhaps the fact you had embraced ways to make living together work had been the reason he trusted you, and you loved seeing his reaction to your ideas, you saw how he had felt seen, properly seen after decades of people wanting to just get rid of him.
You could feel as he relaxed, glancing up to see his eyes now on the screen, perhaps whatever had been troubling him had settled, he seemed more content with you in his arms. Maybe that was just your mind looking into it too much though. You weren't willing to say anything was for certain.
"Like what ya see, Tootz?"
"Shut up, Juice."
"Whatcha gunna do? Make me?"
You rolled your eyes as you watched him raised his eyebrows a few times and winked. You swatted his chest and turned back to the TV. But you were still aware of his hand on your lower back, rubbing it confortingly in small motions, something you often had needed after a long day but you supposed he had gotten so used to it that he was doing it without realising.
You hadn't really realised it until that moment but you had both slotted into living together quite well, and had learnt how best to comfort each other, even without knowingly doing so. You had him to come home to and he knew you'd always come back or let him know if you weren't. You both gave each other someone to rely on, at a time you both needed it. Perhaps that was the blessing the people before you saw as a curse.
Summary: You want him. Castiel canât help but crave you. Dean sees both of you and wishes youâd stop being idiots.
AN: This is my first ever commission! Written for @girlsforpjm, who requested "mutual pining" with Castiel. Here you go, lovely! I sincerely hope you enjoy it. đ
**Also, this is set during season 12.
Song Inspo: âWicked Gameâ by Chris Isaak
Word Count: 4,500
Tags/Warnings: Mutual pining, angst, blood and injury, (contains events from 12.12), fluff, some spice, implied smut.
âAchooo!!â
Sam grimaces while he watches you wipe your nose against your bare wrist. You shake your head and frown at the dusty tomes piled high beside you. You and Sam have been organizing the library for two hours now.
âThatâs it, I canât do this anymore,â you lament. âI need a break. My sinuses need a break.â
Samâs lips twitch at a smile. âItâs okay. I got the rest of these.â
You aim a lazy salute at your friend and continue to sniffle as you leave the library. You circle this labyrinth of a bunker for a while, but you canât seem to find the trench coat-wearing angel thatâs supposed to live here too.
You end up in the garage, where Dean is tuning up his Baby. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, and heâs got a grease stain across his cheek.
âHey, you seen Cas?â you ask.
Dean barely perks up from under Babyâs hood to answer you. âHe went out this morning. Havenât seen him since.â
You pout at that, leaning against the side of the car near where Dean is tinkering.
âIs it too much to ask for him to leave a note or something?â you mutter.
Dean finally glances over at you. His lips edge at a smirk.
âWhat, miss your little boyfriend?â he teases.
The insinuation manages to take you by surprise. Your face starts to warm in embarrassment, but you cover it with a scoff.
âYou should know. He was your boyfriend first,â you volley back. Deanâs expression flattens in annoyance.
âDonât you have anything better to do right now?â he snarks.
âNope,â you reply, popping the âP.â But you have mercy on him.
Instead of pestering him further, you just tip over the screwdriver he had balanced on the carâs frame. He makes a sound of protest as it falls somewhere between the gears inside his precious car.
He barks your name, and his angry voice echoes on the walls to magnify his frustration, but youâre already hastening back into the hall and down to the kitchen, trying to stifle your laughter.
Youâve slipped into the kitchen to escape. Yet thatâs where you find the bunkerâs resident angel, washing his hands of what looks like breadcrumbs in the sink.
âHey,â you greet him jovially. He treats you with a small smile. âWhere were you?â
âOh, nowhere really. Just stepped out for a bit,â he replies. You get the sense that heâs hiding something. You smile and step closer to him, leaning a hand on the counter.
âOh, yeah? Where?â you ask. Your eyes gleam with amusement. âAnother âmission on high?ââ
He sends you a droll look. âNo.â
You tug on his sleeve. âCome on. Tell me.â
He smiles in return, and he gives you his own version of teasing.
âChildishness doesnât become you,â he says.
âIâm just curious. Youâve been gone all day,â you reply, tilting your head. Your stare is unyielding, and familiar; Cas knows how stubborn you can be when you want somethingâespecially information. Sometimes he finds it annoying, but in moments like these, itâs tempered by your playful, endearing smile.
âI was on a walk,â he finally admits.
You raise your brows. âA walk? Cas, itâs winter. Like 20 degrees outside.â
âI enjoy nature,â he shrugs. âThe cold doesnât bother me much anyway.â
âŚWell, he is an angel. You suppose it makes sense that he doesnât feel the frigid weather like a human would. Your brow quirks with another curious thought.
âSo you were washing your hands becauseâŚ?â you ask.
Castielâs face becomes a little more bashful. âI was feeding the birds some bread.â
At that, your smile grows. Here he is: Castiel, warrior angel of the Lord, Feeder of Pigeons.
âWell, if you ever want a walking companion, Iâd be happy to join you,â you offer.
Castiel gives you a certain look, like he doesnât quite believe you.Â
Your lips purse. âWhat?â
He sinks his hands into his pockets as he leans his slightly hunched form back on his heels.
âNothing,â he claims. âItâs only, I seem to remember you forcing Dean to kill a spider in your room. You claimed, and I quote, bastard things that crawl donât belong indoors.â
You cross your arms and stare back at him narrowly, even though you try to stifle a smile.
âWhatâs your point? Everyoneâs afraid of spiders,â you reason.
He raises a brow. âYou also claim to have a vendetta against birds.â
âPigeons, Castiel. Theyâre rats with wings.â Even Dean would agree with you on that one.
Castiel gives you a dubious look, however.
âForgive me if Iâm skeptical of your supposed love of nature,â he says drolly.
You want to argue more, but Sam enters the room with Dean on his heels. Both men seem to sense theyâve interrupted something. You clear your throat and turn to them.
âWhatâs up?â you ask, more nonchalant than you feel whenever youâre near the angel beside you. Castiel glances at you, before he too silently addresses Sam and Dean.
âUh, weâve caught a case,â Sam says. âItâs not far. Three dead, all with their hearts, and most of their internal organs ripped out.â
âEch,â you reply with a grimace. âSounds kind of like a ghoul. Maybe a werewolf on steroids?â
âWell, they were fresh kills, and itâs a full moon. So more than likely weâre looking at werewolves,â he replies.
You smile thinly. âGreat.â
You hate werewolves.
Correction: you really hate werewolves.
The thought hits you yet again as you lay on the floor of a dusty old hunting cabin.
The irony.
Dean hefts you in his arms, after slicing his silver blade through the heart of the yellow-eyed bastard that tore you open with his claws.
âItâs bad, isnât it?â you ask, hating how your voice trembles. Dean doesnât answer you at first. He holds his hand to the oozing gash in your side.
âNah, youâll be okay. Just hang in there,â he says. Blood quickly covers his palm. He curses inside his mind.
âCas!â he calls out roughly.
The angel had been fighting in the other the room with Sam, but after he burns out the eyes of the last werewolf and its body falls to the ground, he hears the undercurrent of alarm in Deanâs shouting. With Sam on his heels, he returns to the living room to find you and Dean.
Castielâs steps halt in the doorway when he sees you. His face slackens for a moment, but then he hardens. He moves forward swiftly.
âMove,â he says to Dean in order to come to your side. Deanâs eyes widen, but he does as heâs told after laying you down to the floor.Â
Castiel stares down at your face, offering you comfort with his eyes. You stare up at him in pain, but also with hope, and trust. Youâre able to curl your fingers around the edge of his trench coat.
Then he presses his hand to your cheek. He closes his eyes in concentration while he heals you.Â
Though he expels more power than he should to heal you completely. He knows it when his body sways a little after heâs done. Dean grabs his shoulder to keep him steady.
âYou good?â Dean asks.
Castiel nods; heâs more focused on the way youâre catching your breath. You marvel at how your wounds, your pain, and even your blood is goneâcompletely washed away. He helps you sit up with an arm wrapping around your shoulders. Then he gathers you tight against him, so he can help you stand as well. He wavers again on his feet, just a little, but youâre too perceptive not to catch it. You realize he did too much to save you.
You still chide at him with a frown. âYou didnât have to use up so much of your energy.â
Castiel shakes his head. âThink nothing of it.â
Those are useless words, but you donât bother arguing with him anymore. You just sigh and hold onto his strong arms while regaining your balance. You know for a fact that youâre blushing when you glance up at him.
Biting your lip, you soon turn away to grab the knife youâd dropped in the fight.
Without you or Cas noticing, Sam and Dean share a knowing glance. Itâs subtle, in the way the brothers have perfected. Dean barely curbs a smile as he leads the way back to the car.Â
You settle next to Cas in the backseat and try not to glance at him too often. You donât know that heâs trying not to do the same to you.
Dean glances back at you two in the rearview mirror. He shakes his head.
Idiots.
Mary Winchester has been a welcome return to the familyâŚwhen sheâs here. Ever since Amara brought her back, sheâs been distant with her sons. You donât understand it all that well, but itâs not your place to say anything, you donât think.
You do think Mary is a badass hunter. You just donât know her that well.
About a week after the werewolf hunt, Mary drops in with Wally, a fellow hunter in need of assistance with a demon problem. You, Sam, Dean, and Castiel are all game. While you havenât had to deal with demons too much in the past, you know that theyâreâŚsomething of a specialty for the Winchesters.Â
But of course, it quickly goes to shit.
The demon lives alone, in some shack by a river where he likes to fish. The group of you wait until heâs stepped out of the house before you go inside and case the place, looking for a good spot to spray a Devilâs Trap or two and try to trap him.
When the demon returns, heâs far stronger than any of you anticipated. The Devilâs Trap breaks with little effort (the demonâs just laughing). Then he flashes yellow eyes. You and Castiel share a look of widening shock. Mary takes a preemptive step back.
And when the kitchen door is about to close on the three of you, the angel pushes you into the next room before you can turn and fight. Sam helps you back onto your feet, though you stare at the door in horror. He and Dean try to break the door down, but itâs no use. Itâs supernaturally sealed.Â
You felt useless standing there. You wrack your brain for a solution, and you glance out one of the windows. Maybe thereâs another way into the kitchen!
âGuys! What if we go around?â you suggest.
With that idea taking root in each of you, Sam and Dean follow you outside. Before you guys can even make it around the house, Wally flags you down.Â
âWeâve got incoming!â he says. And you realize what he means. A group of black-eyed demons are bounding toward the house.
Aw, shit. Youâre grateful to have Sam and Dean beside you, because the demons nearly overtake all of you. You manage to hold your own, along with the brothers. Wally isnât so fortunate. His body hits the floor after his own blade sinks into his chest.
A pit begins to form in your stomach as you scramble toward the Impala. The plan is to catch up with Mary; thanks to Cas, sheâd been able to flee the demon strong enough to snap a Devilâs Trap like a cheap trick. But sheâd then taken Cas with her to safety.Â
Now, Dean drives the Impala down the road at breakneck speed.Â
âAre you okay?â Sam asks his mother through the phone. The car is silent enough for you to hear Maryâs reply.
ââŚNo.â
When you step into the barn, the first thing you have to focus on is Cas covered in his own blood. Heâs been stabbed by one of the demonâs strange and powerful weapons, and he lies on an old, dingy couch. You hurry to Casâs side and take in, your face filled with horror, though you try and fail to mask it.Â
You reach out a hand, but you hesitate to touch him. Suffering is written across his face. He tries to stifle sounds of pain out of habit.
Tears are fresh in your eyes as you look down at him in dismay. You chance laying a hand on his shoulder.Â
âCan you heal yourself?â you ask.
âNo,â he answers eventually. âI think the demonâs spear was poisoned. I think IâmâŚâ
No, your lower lip trembles as you shake your head.
âNo,â you repeat aloud. âYou just need time.â
You turn to Dean, whoâs approached from behind you. But you quickly turn back to Cas, as if youâll miss out on precious few moments. Castielâs furrowed gaze tells you heâd rather not have you see him like this, but you donât care. Thereâs no way youâre leaving his side.Â
The weapon that was able to do this to him was the Lance of Michael, you all discover, when Crowley suddenly appears. He also informs you all that this is no ordinary demon. Itâs Ramiel, Prince of Hell. You donât give a shit about the specifics of how Crowley is wrapped up in this.
All you care about is if thereâs a cure to Casâs wounds. Crowleyâs only words of wisdom are to leave the angel behind and run as fast as you can.Â
He disappears before you can spit at him.Â
âCas, how bad is it?â Dean asks, after the King of Hell predictably makes a run for it.Â
Castiel opened up his shirt collar to reveal a spiderweb of black crackling across his clammy skin, slowly breaking down his vessel.Â
âCrowleyâs right. You should go.â
Your hand tightens on his shoulder. âCasââ
âNo, listen to me,â he says, staring into your eyes. He continues with difficulty. âLookâŚthank you. Thank you. Knowing you all, itâs been the best part of my life. The things weâve shared together, they have changed me⌠Youâre my family, and I love you.â
His gaze had fallen on you, making your breath hitch. But his dark blue eyes travel to Sam and Dean next, and even Mary.Â
âI love all of you.â The angel is the closest to tears and heartbreak that youâve ever seen him. He struggles to hold himself together, in more ways than one. âJust, please, please donât make my last moments be spent watching you die. Just run, and save yourselves, and I will hold Ramiel off as long as I can.â
Youâre shaking your head before he even finishes the sentence. Tears pour down your cheeks in silent streams, but you still hold him down when he tries to force his body to sit up. He doesnât have the strength to resist you encouraging him to lie back down.Â
Dean voices what youâre all thinking.
No. None of you would cut and run and leave him to die, no matter what Cas says.Â
âLike you said, weâre family. And we donât leave family behind.â
Ramiel comes for all of you, specifically for his stolen weapon. Killing the rest of you would just be an added bonus.
But while the four of you manage to pin down the demon with holy fire and a good fight, itâs Sam who manages to stab the Prince of Hell with Michaelâs Lance, killing him in flash of brilliant light and rendering his body to ash.Â
Of course, thatâs when Crowley arrives once again, late holding his proverbial Starbucks. In this case, what wouldâve been a mocha frappe is actually the Lanceâand Crowley breaks it in half. It somehow reverses the curse of the blade, and therefore frees Castiel.Â
Heâs able to heal himself back to a full recovery.Â
But also, rather predictably, Crowley disappears again before you all can recover yourselves.Â
Sam and Dean help the angel back onto his feet. His clothes are still covered in blood, but his skin is clear and no longer clammy, his eyes no longer bloodshot. Heâs shocked to still be alive, and you can barely contain yourself. Tears stream down your face as you surprise him with a hug.
Cas releases an oof, his body wavering just slightly before he plants his feet and wraps his arms around you. His hold tightens around your smaller frame, and he chances resting his chin on the top of your head. Â
âSoâŚyouâre good?â Mary asks incredulously.Â
Castiel raises his gaze to answer her. âI guess I am.â
Youâre quiet for the rest of the drive home. Mary had taken her own car for the hunt, so it leaves you once again in the backseat with Castiel.
He finds your silence perturbing, though he doesnât have the courage to ask you whatâs wrong. Despite his full recovery, you still seem upset somehow.Â
Part of him wants to reach out to youâŚbut he stops himself. He also reminds himself not to stare at you. Instead, he turns his head back out the window. You felt his gaze on your profile, but you resolve to keep yours stubbornly out of your own window.Â
The only one who notices the exchange, yet again through the rearview mirror, is Dean. His lips firm into a thoughtful frown.Â
Home, sweet home, you think wryly when you enter the bunker.Â
You give into the urge to beeline straight for your room without even turning your head.Â
Sam and Mary follow suit, which leaves Castiel hesitating in the hall. Dean takes pity on him and claps his shoulder.Â
âYou okay, man?â he asks. Cas is staring after you like a man whoâs lost his way.
âSheâsâŚupset,â he replies, both confused and bothered by that fact. Â
Deanâs lips twitch humorlessly. âYeah, well, you almost died.â
âYes,â Cas gives a wry nod. âBut she seems upset at me.â
Dean has to smile for real. Itâs plain as day whatâs on his friendâs mind, and why. Just like itâs obvious as hell (at least to him) why youâre probably âupset.â As always, Dean takes up the role of wingman.Â
âWhy donât you just go talk to her then?â he suggests.
Castiel hesitates. Heâs not sure if heâd be intruding on you. The emotions of human women are foreign to him. They always have been, even when he was human, not so long ago. But he trusts Deanâs advice on these things.
So, he eventually nods. He means to follow you, but Dean stops him for a moment with a hand on his shoulder.Â
âMaybe after you, uh, wash your clothes. Take a shower. Maybe shave a little,â he says, brushing his fingers over his own chin. âBut uh, keep a little scruff. Some chicks dig that.â
âShave my facial hair, butâŚkeep my facial hair?â Cas tries to clarify.Â
Dean blinks at his friend. Christ.
 âOkay, look, just clean yourself up,â he says. âYouâll be fine.â
With one last clap on the back, Dean disappears down the hall to his room. It leaves Castiel feeling somewhat unbalanced, but he treks the other way.
Normally he would restore his clothes with his powers, but heâd used up his reserves just to heal himself. There was a time when his connection to heaven was enough to do more than heal his own injuries. Now, however, both he and heaven itself are in a lesser state.Â
Shaking his head, he goes down to the laundry room. He still remembers how to wash his own clothing.Â
He unintentionally finds you there in the laundry room. Youâve peeled away your jacket that had been stained with his blood, and youâre tossing it into the machine. It leaves you in a thin shirt and jeans.
Castiel finds himself admiring your form; the familiar curve of your face, the shade of your hair, the outline of your bra through your shirt (which he tries not to notice), and the other curves that he has to often felt guilty for tracing with his eyesâŚand imagining with his hands. Â
You look up when he enters the room.
He knocks himself out of his thoughts and freezes, a bit uncertain.
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to disturb you,â he offers.
You just shake your head. âItâs okay.â
Your eyes roam over him then, from head to toe. It makes his face feel a bit warm.
âYou want me to throw that coat in with mine?â you ask, pointing over to him. Cas examines his bloody trench coat.
âIâm not sure thereâs any saving it, but we can try,â he says. He peels off the coat and allows you to throw it into the watching machine along with your bloody clothing.
âYour shirtâs white, so you should wash that separately,â you advise.
âI know,â he says, with a faint smile. âI, uh, I remember.â
You begin to regain some of your normal self, glancing at him with more warmth in your eyes.Â
âDo you ever miss being human?â you ask. Cas draws closer to you. He rests a hand near yours, where you lean on the dryer.Â
âThere were some enjoyable aspects. Food, in particular,â he admits. âNow if I try to take a bite of a sandwich, itâs justâŚmolecules, really.â
You wince in sympathy. âGod, I donât know how I could go through life without being able to enjoy another Snickers bar.â
He nods in agreement. He remembers chocolate well.
âBut it wasnât just the taste. It was the feeling of satiety. Sometimes, being uncomfortably full was quite satisfying,â he says. That makes you smile.Â
But it soon drops when you take in the disgusting state of his shirt. Unbidden, it reminds you of every horrific thing that happened tonight. You really canât bear it.Â
âOkay, give me that,â you gesture at the shirt.
You start to unbutton it before heâs really ready for you, but he tries to get over his embarrassment by removing his tie. Meanwhile, you undo the buttons of his shirt while trying not to think too hard about what youâre really doing as you start to see flashes of his skin, from chest to sternum.
He takes a peek at your face.Â
âAre you angry?â he asks.Â
Your brows are furrowed, but this time more in confusion when you look up at him.Â
âNo. Why?âÂ
Casâs brows furrow. âIt feels like youâre angryâŚat me.â
The hasty motions of your hands calm at that. You consider him with a frown. Maybe you are a little upset at him. Itâs not really fair, you know, but itâs how you feel. You blow out a sigh.Â
âI just⌠After everything weâve been through, everything youâve done for us, how could you think for one second that we would leave you there alone? Alone to die?â you ask. It renders Castiel a bit stunned into silence.Â
Your grip tightens on the now open edges of his shirt.
âLook, that situation was bad enough. But if you ever try to push me away like that againâŚâ
Youâre unable to finish that thought. You become waylaid by your own tears as emotion clogs your throat and threatens to choke you.Â
Castiel raises a hand to touch your face, tentatively at first, then more comforting. He brushes his thumb across your cheek, catching the tears there.Â
âI wasnât trying to push you away,â he confesses. âI was trying to save youâŚbecause I couldnât bear the thought of losing you, even as I lay dying.â
You hold onto his hand. Biting your lower lip, you find enough courage to meet his eyes. Theyâve lowered to your lips, you realize, though maybe Cas doesnât. He seems a bit surprised when you lean up towards him.
You go more slowly. Your hand falls on his warm chest. For Godâs sake, do something, you tell yourself.Â
You donât know if he can pick up on your thoughts as well with your bodies touching this close, but he seems to have an internal battle of his own. You each make a decision at the same time.
It has you leaning up the rest of the way, and Castiel bending down to meet your kiss. Â
He gathers you closer; one hand finds its way into your tangled hair, while the other grasps your hip and brings you flush against him. Your hands move up his chest and wind around his neck. He holds you tightly against him as his lips claim yours, over and over with increasing urgency.Â
He turns you in his arms and hefts you up onto the dryer machine. There he gets even more leverage to kiss you the way he has secretly imagined, to touch you the way heâs too often craved, with his hands warming up and down your thighs.
You utter a moan of longing as you hold his face. You like the scrape of his stubble against your palms. You can almost imagine that delightful tingling against otherplaces down your body. Places youâd like him to explore when you have more privacyâŚ
Or maybe here is privacy enough.
You alternatively tangle and tug your fingers through his hair. And itâs his turn to moan when you take his lower lip between your teeth, scraping just hard enough to be both painful and delightful.
He squeezes your thighs in retaliation. It prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him even closer. Your dirty boots cross behind his back.
But soon, his touch gentles, more tender than demanding as he slows the kiss. His lips veer from yours and burn a path across your jawline, down the smooth column of your neck.
It allows you to catch your breath, but the feeling of his gentle lips and rough cheek just turns you on even more. You card your fingers through his hair and close your eyes.Â
âCas,â you breathe in content.Â
He hesitates, with his lips on your neck. âYes?â
You blink for a moment, but then you have to giggle. You twine your arms around his neck and hold him close.Â
âNothing,â you reply. Your smile says it all though. Cas sees it when he pulls away a bit, turning his gaze back to you. He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand.Â
âI didnât think feelings such as thisâŚdesires like this, would affect me after I became an angel again.â
Your smile brightens, even as you blush. âDoes that make me special?â
âYes,â he replies, with a soft smile. âBut for many more, and far better reasons than that.â
Your eyes begin to sting with unshed tears. You bite the edge of your lower lip, but Casâs thumb swiping across encourages you to release it.
âWhen you said that you loved me,â you say, a little shakily, âdid you just meanâŚin the family sense?â
Castiel meets your eyes, and there he finds his courage.Â
âYes,â he says. âAnd no.â
With another one of those smiles heâs come to love, you bring him back in for a kiss. All too soon, it becomes hungrier, rougher, born of passion and secret desires finally spilling free.Â
âWait,â you pant against his lips, taking his hands in yours. âCome with me.â
Anywhere, his heart says.
But after you jump down from the dryer, you tug him by the hand out of the laundry room. After a quick scan of the hallway, you give him a playful little smile and lead him down to your room.
Castiel canât help but smile in return. He follows your lead in more ways than one when the door to your bedroom shuts behind you both.
You help him shrug off his tattered shirt, and he helps you out of yours next, followed swiftly by the belt buckle on his slacks.Â
In that moment, and many moments after, youâre grateful for door locks. You just hope the Winchesters arenât dumb enough to interrupt what you have planned next for your angelâŚ
Because it might just take all night.
AN: I haven't written for Castiel in a long time, but I had fun with this. 𼰠I hope you all enjoy it! Let me know what you think. đ
Summary: Kathryn sacrifices many things to be Captain, but there is one thing she is not willing to sacrifice.
Warnings: Angst (you really thought a hiatus would fix that? If anything, I have come back with more poison in my veins)
A/N: Fic request by @chloeelou02x
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Kathryn Janeway Masterlist
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Kathryn sacrificed many things to become Captain Janeway. Being the first female Starship captain was a burden she thought she was prepared for. She would have willingly given anything: for her crew, for her ship, for her title. It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was paving the way for other young girls who dreamed of exploring the stars. She would be the crack that broke the damn holding others back. But her own personal directive was beginning to turn her to ash.
She didn't realize it, or at least didn't acknowledge it, until the one thing that had been holding her together seemed to disappear.
You had been her Commander for years now, even before the Voyager had gotten lost in the Delta Quadrant; you were her constant. You were her voice of reason when her thoughts strayed too far. You were the final push she needed when she felt the need to be a little rebellious. You were the calming presence on her couch after a long shift who always waited with a coffee and an abundance of patience to listen to her self-deprecating rambles. Most importantly, and something Kathryn still struggled to admit, you were her grounding presence in the real world.
There was a darkness in Kathrynâs mind, one that lingered right out of focus, but threatened to consume her daily. Most of the time she could ignore it, but other daysâŚwell, on other days she felt like lying down and letting it be over her like waves that would pull her under. On those harder days, you were always there, without even realizing it.Â
Her salvation came from the subconscious way that you always seemed to find a way to touch her. When standing on the bridge, your hand would fall to the small of her back. During meetings, your chair would be close enough so that your thighs would touch. If you two were relaxing on the couch in her ready room, watching one of Neelixâs broadcasts, Kathryn would drape her arm over the back of the couch, and you would move into the crook of her arm. You were the first one to hug her when she returned from an away mission, your hands setting around her waist or neck like an anchor to something real. In the more private moments in her room, you would rest your head on her shoulder with your hand finding a way to wrap in hers.Â
It was small things that Kathryn never outright acknowledged, but something she came to rely on, like the black coffee she drank any chance she could get. Well, until it stopped altogether.
Kathryn wouldn't say you were distant. You still were her second in command, there whenever she called. You still were her voice of reason and the push she needed. You still came to her quarters to decompress after a long day, but you also seemed just right outside her grasp. You sat further away on the couch when you were alone. Your chair slid further away from her during meetings. During lunch, instead of squeezing between her and Tuvok by moving the empty chair, you simply plopped down wherever it was content not to change a thing.
At first, Kathryn didn't notice, too caught up in her own worries, but on one of the worst days she had yet, it all came back in blips. She could distinctly remember when your nails dug into the metal railing of the bridge as if grounding yourself to the spot instead of sliding next to her. She could faintly recall the times that you tensed when Kathrynâs hand had draped over the couch as if you were willing your body not to move. There were even snippets of times in her quarters when you had specifically taken the long way to make sure your body didn't even brush against hers.Â
So yes, you weren't distant exactly, but you were different, and it was pissing her the hell off.Â
She taps her combadge as she sits at her desk, trying her best to cloak the irritation in her voice.Â
âCommander, report to my ready room immediately.âÂ
Your response is immediate, and seconds later, the doors to the room slide open. You step inside, formal, professional, and it snaps the last of her resolve.
âDid I do something to harm you?â The question takes you so off guard that you stand there dumbfounded for a moment. Kathryn tries again, more desperate this time. âYou don't touch me anymore. You go out of your way to avoid it at all costsâŚlike I'm some disgusting creature.â
Your expression drops further now, and Kathryn can see the way you begin to build a wall around your heart. Seconds later, you say with a waver in your voice. âAfter the last away mission, I went to hug you, and you told me to get away from you for a minute. I figured all myâŚaffection was unwanted.â
It had been a simple moment. A single phrase given at a time when her nerves had been frayed past recognition. She knew at the time it had wounded you. It had been in your facial expression, the way you withdrew into yourself, and the way your eyes had darkened slightly. Yet by the next morning, you returned to the bridge with your typical carefree smile, and Kathryn had forgotten about it. She forgot that her words had been filled with poison. The kind that ate away at you slowly while you lay alone in your room. She forgot that you were one to harden yourself, create rules to keep yourself safe the instant you felt threatened, the one to suffer in silence to not be a burden.Â
âOh, sweetheart,â she mumbles immediately, moving across the room to stand in front of you.
You donât flinch, but Kathryn sees the way that you stiffen, every muscle tense to flee at the first sign of distress. It makes the pit in Kathrynâs stomach twist. She pushes anyway, sliding her hands around your waist.
âWhat rule did you make for yourself?â
You still haven't met her gaze, your arms locked across your chest. The response comes after a long pause, and Kathryn has to strain to hear it. âLook, don't touch.â
âWhat a stupid rule,â Kathryn says, immediately pulling you closer to her. âEspecially when your touch is the only thing that keeps me sane most days.â
She canât help but let a grin play across her face as your eyes snap to hers. You don't speak, but a million questions are swirling around your eyes. Kathryn moves to cup your cheek, her thumb swiping softly as if to remind herself that you are there.Â
âPlease stop punishing yourself for something I said out of sleep-deprived rage. It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with my own brain,â she murmurs, her fingers curling into your hip like it might dispel the guilt she feels. âBeing touched by you, hugged by you, seen by youâŚwell itâs the only thing that makes me feel real some days. The only thing that makes me feel like Kathryn.â
âYou are very real to me, Kathryn,â you mumble, and Kathryn can feel the last of your resolve melting away.
âThen I believe I'm owed a hugâŚlots of them, but we can start with one.â
You smile, and your arms immediately move to wrap around Kathryn's neck. She pulls you tight against her as if she can commit this single moment to memory. She feels all of the darkness that shrouded her for days bleed into a light. The kind of light that only you could give her. And holy shit has she missed this.
So much so that when you pull away, she still clings to your hips. You don't move away when you realize her reluctance. Minutes trickle by before you ask softly. âKathryn, are you ready to go back to work?â
âNot before I do this,â she murmurs, her eyes locked on your lips. She closes the distance in a measured manner, like she has been thinking about this for days.
Itâs not sparks necessarily that happen when her lips finally touch yours. Itâs more of a softening. She imagines it is what a person feels when they are entirely at peace, the silence when their mind finally calms, the clarity that comes when the sun breaks through thunderclouds. It is everything she wanted and never thought she could have.
When she finally pulls away, she is smiling. A girlish little thing that makes her whole body feel like sunshine.
âThere should only be three rules in your head from now on,â Kathryn says, her forehead resting against yours. âKiss me hard. Kiss me long. Kiss me often.â
The laugh that erupts from your mouth is the best sound Kathryn thinks she has ever heard. âI think I can get on board with that.â
Kathryn moves to kiss you again, but right before her lips touch yours, she mumbles, âI love you.â
I need to say that your writing for Gibbs is absolutely amazing! I have a rather vague request; you get hurt whilst on a case which worries Gibbs. Go anywhere you want with it, a little hurt/comfort and fluff? I just need more of your writing đ
Youâre so sweet, thank you for the compliment đ¤ I hope this is what you were looking for!
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âJust what the hell were you thinking? No, donât answer that, because itâs clear you werenât.â
Your boss has been chewing you out for the past seven minutes, although it feels like an eternity since his ire turned on you. Gibbs has never yelled at you. Ever.
Chewing on your lip and focusing on a water stain in the ceiling, you try to keep your hot tears at bay. âWe knew that I was his type,â you point out quietly in an attempt to defend your actions tonight. âAnd it worked, didnât it?â
âIt worked?â Jethro barks, and you flinch reflexively. He catches the movement out of the corner of his eye and stops pacing, opting instead to bend down in front of you and rest one hand on your knee. âHey,â he offers now in a soothing voice, gently grasping your chin and directing your gaze to meet his. âIâm sorry for yelling. I wasnât- Iâm not mad at you.â
His large hand engulfs your cheek and you nestle into the familiar feeling with a sniff. âSure as shit sounded like it,â you grumble, hastily swiping at your eyes.
âI was scared,â he clarifies. âTerrified, actually. We all heard you scream and then your comms went out, and what were we supposed to think?â His thumb grazes over the bandage on your forehead before he pulls you into a tight hug, and you let out a muffled, âIâm sorry,â against his chest.
âDonât do that to me again,â Jethro breathes out, squeezing you tighter. âOr Iâm sending you on the next weeklong stakeout as punishment.â You can hear the smile in his voice, and you pull back to look at him, one eyebrow quirked.
âYou wouldnât dare.â
âWith Tony.â
You gasp and cry out, âGibbs!â
âIâm serious about this, Y/N.â His tone grows measured again before he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, just above the bandage. âI can handle the team taking an extra few days to catch our guy. I canât handle you getting hurt on my watch.â
âI wonât do it again.â
âNo, you wonât.â
You sigh and rub the soft fabric of his polo sleeve between your thumb and index finger before looking up at Gibbs with a sly smile, eager to lighten the mood. âPermission to speak as your girlfriend and not your agent, sir?â
Those gorgeous blue eyes narrow into a playful squint. âGranted, with hesitation.â
âGetting locked in that trunk for four hours sucked, but seeing you knock him out with a single punch kind of made it worth it.â
Hi, I was wondering if you could write a story where soilder boy is dating Y/n, and they start talking, and he asks her if she thinks he would be a good dad. Which leads to them talking about starting a family together. And then one of them says something along the lines of "Why don't we try now?" Then it turns into smut. If not it's okay, thanks!
Father Material
Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Reader
Word count: 1,468
Summary: Curiosity from the public and media has Ben expressing his dream to be a father. Y/N wants to make his dream a reality.
Warnings: Swearing, some angst, mentions of SB's nefarious actions, smut: dirty talk, rough sex, breeding kink.
A/N: This request has been in my inbox forever, so I apologise for long it took! I hope you like it Layla! Happy reading! :) Thanks to my besties/betas @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean for looking over this. Sorry not sorry for killing you hehe
also there's plenty more Soldier Boy content on the way because apparently I've become an SB smut dealer lmaooo
âDo you think Iâd make a good father?â
That was the question that sparked the sex marathon they had been in for hours now. Given that he was a supe, Soldier Boy had the stamina for withstanding just about anything, and if he had it his way he could probably last well into the night. She on the other hand was flagging quickly, the downside of being 100% human, but she really couldnât bring herself to tell him to stop. Not when he always knew just how to make her toes curl and her body quake with euphoric bliss. He may have known what buttons to push to get her going, but that didnât mean their encounters were predictable. They were far from it, and that day was no exception.
The day started out like any other. He had meetings with hero management, followed by filming a commercial for Cracker Jack, which then led to interviews with different channels. She finally stepped out of their penthouse that night to join him on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson, draped in an emerald green dress to match his suit, complete with gold accessories. Usually interviews werenât really her favorite thing to do, but being Americaâs golden couple meant that they needed to be seen in public in order to keep that status. So they did what they always did. They laughed and joked with quick-witted Carson, charmed the audience and made the nation fall deeper for them with each caress of a hand or sweet kiss. Some may have thought it was just for the cameras, those cynical spectators that didnât have any business commenting on what goes on behind closed doors, but they both knew the truth about their relationship.
They were in love. They had been since the moment he propositioned her in the elevator of the Vought American building, leading to one of the wildest nights she had ever had. Most would call it lust, but when you understood someone on a deeper level like they both did, it was most definitely love. A warped, messed up kind of love, but nonetheless, thatâs what it was. She wasnât stupid; she knew the kind of man he was, what he had to do during the war, and in Voughtâs name since he joined their roster. She knew there were some off the books black ops missions he had gone on, even if she didnât know the details. She heard the rumors about Dealey Plaza, too. She knew that he was fucked up despite his God fearing, all-American persona for the public, but she didnât care.
In order to love someone like that, she had to be a little fucked up too. Well, more than a little.
Despite distracting everyone with their incredible charisma, questions of settling down and starting a family came up, and she knew she had to think of an answer fast when she saw Benâs face go blank. With her biggest grin, she turned to Carson and said âWell, if anything happens Johnny, youâll be the first to know!â They covered it up with hearty laughs as the audience joined in, along with the host, before he thanked them for their time to raucous applause.
The drive back to the Vought building was quiet, her concern growing for him until his words: âDo you think Iâd make a good father?â broke the silence.
âWhy do you ask?â she questioned in return, softly as to not scare him from broaching the subject.
âThat fucking Carson,â he muttered, staring out the window at the bright lights. âI just⌠I guess he got me thinkinâ, thatâs all. Forget it.â
She wasnât going to. She knew there was something he wanted to tell her, something he wanted of her, and she needed to know what it was.
âThinking about what?â
âThinkinâ about⌠about how Iâd do it better than my father ever did,â he confessed. âWeâd make some perfect fucking kids, thatâs for damn sure.â
She smiled softly, her hand curling over his as she slid across the backseat and pressed herself against his side. She nuzzled her nose along his jaw, leaving small kisses along his stubble as she reached his ear, her breath fanning against the shell as she whispered her own desire to do the same.
âThen letâs start right now.â
And that was how they found themselves in their bedroom twenty minutes later, with her holding herself up on her quivering hands and knees as he pounded into her from behind, his fingers digging into her skin with a bruising hold as his pelvis smacked against the curve of her ass. He had contorted her into every position possible since then for the last couple of hours, with barely a few minutes to breathe between each romp in the sheets. She had lost track of how many positions, and she was about to lose count of how many times he had spilled inside her, both of them getting closer to that release once more.
âOh god, oh god!â she moaned wantonly, her forehead pressed against the mattress as her hands fisted the sheets. She was completely unbothered about how loud she was and the fact that people had probably heard them by now.
âNo need to bring him into this, doll,â he chuckled, the sound broken up by his groans of pleasure. âJust me and you hereâŚâ
âYouâre so fucking cheesy,â she mumbled, a guttural whimper escaping her at a particularly angled thrust against her g-spot.
âYou fucking love it,â he countered, smirking as he suddenly pulled out of her.
Ignoring her whine of protest, Soldier Boy flipped her over onto her back and grabbed her legs, bending her in half as her calves rested on his shoulders, sliding back into her tight heat with a quick, hard thrust. The sounds that left them were nothing short of pornographic, as he began to pick up the pace with each push of his hips against her. He squeezed his eyes shut as her walls clenched around his throbbing cock, both of them balancing on the edge of their blissful climax, ready to go over at any minute.
âSo fucking good, so fucking perfect, Y/N,â he growled, their faces close as he leaned over her. âYou love the way I fuck you, donât ya?â
âYes!â she cried out, nodding frantically as she stared up into his green orbs. âLove the way you fuck me⌠you fuck me so good, Ben. So deep, and hard, wanna feel it for days.â
âOh you will, sugar,â he groaned, between rough kisses against her lips. âGonna fill you up, make you feel so full, make you full and round with my babies. You want that?â
âYeah,â she breathed.
âFuck, yeah you do,â he husked. âTell me, tell me you want it.â
âI want it, I want it so bad, Ben,â she whimpered, the sound practically a sob with how desperate she was to finally let go. âI want you to fill me up, give it to me.â
âCum for me, doll, soak my cock,â he said, looking deep into her eyes.
Y/N finally felt the dam breaking as a loud, shrieking moan escaped her, her walls contracting around his shaft as her arousal spread over him. He grunted loudly, his hips snapping harder against her, as he tried to hold himself back. His eyes fluttered, about to close, but her hands on his face stopped him, making him pay attention to her as their gazes locked. As she had with each time he had reached his peak that night, she stroked her thumbs along his jaw, slowly nodding her encouragement and desire to feel his seed deep inside her.
âS-Say it,â he stuttered, his neck straining as he held on just a little longer. âFuckkk, s-say it-â
She bit her lip, knowing how it drove him crazy, before she parted them and uttered the words that sent him over the edge at the end of round that night.
âYouâre gonna be a great dad⌠better than your own.â
Soldier Boy threw his head back, the veins in his neck pressing against his skin as he let out a guttural moan, his cock pulsing deep inside her tight canal. She moaned softly as she felt the warm spurts of his cum coat her walls, filling her up as he had done several times that night already. They both breathed heavily, trying to calm their racing hearts, neither of them wanting to move away from the other. He buried his face in her neck, planting soft pecks along her pulse point, bringing a smile to her face as they basked in the afterglow.
Both of them hoped that it wouldnât be too much longer before their dream became a reality.
