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Gentle Monsters

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Summary: After a night of running from a wild animal, you meet Johnny, the owner of the conservatory greenhouse you accidentally broke into. Johnny is kind and sweet—a little too sweet.

Pairing: Werewolf!Johnny X female reader

Warnings: horror, violence, blood and gore, mentions of scars and bruises, angst, supernatural powers, death, profanity, smut (fingering, penetration, breast fondling, dry humping), manipulation, obsession, possessiveness, yandere themes.

Word count: 12.1K

(A/n: wow wow wowwww this is it you guys! I hope you enjoy the last installment of this fic 🥺 it’s my personal favorite fic that I’ve written so I’m kinda sad to finish it, but thank you all for your continuous support that keeps me going, it’s almost been a year!! Wow! Pls read until the very enddd❤️)

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Yuta was ruthless. He never gave you time to breathe once he attacked you. He’d grab your wrist and kick your chest, sending you into the rough cement in his backyard.

“Do you like being best friends with the floor. Get up and fight. If you can’t take a hit from me, a human, how on Earth do you think you’ll survive a werewolf’s attack?” Yuta looked up at the bright sun while you panted on all fours.

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hi! i love that you write for mav so much and the way you do it is phenomenal 😭

can i request something where hangman gets to teasing on mav’s age in the relationship sense and reader chips in too but it leads to him proving age is just a number

Thank you so much, babe! ♥️ Hope you love this one as much as I did 😉

just a number. | pete “maverick” mitchell x reader

warnings: NSFW! (If you’re a minor, DO NOT interact), oral sex (both receiving), unprotected sex, age gap, and pure fluff.

pairings: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x reader

word count: 2,253 (9 minutes reading time)

author’s notes: I am posting this before I head to work because I just had to! So apologies if there might be things that are not making sense. There will probably be little changes I’ll be making once I have the time to proofread it again.

After the whole mission turned out to be a success, Payback and Fanboy invited everyone last get together at The Hard Deck. They started the afternoon with football on the beach and you watched from the reclining seat, putting on sunscreen all over your exposed skin before opening your book to where you left off.

Pete winked or smiled at you whenever the two of you locked eyes throughout the game. You knew that he wanted spend some time with you after the mission, but he also knew that this would probably be the last time all of them would ever get together like this. You didn’t mind him spending some time with them; in fact, you were the one who encouraged him to do it. 

At halftime Pete decided to bow out of the game. The sun was setting, and he knew it was your favorite time of day.

“Oh, come on, old man!” Hangman yelled above the others who were calling for Pete by his callsign.

You laughed, seeing them all protest at Pete's decision as he jogged towards you. The older man ducked down to kiss you before asking you to scoot over so he could sit next to you on the beach chair.

“(Y/N), send him back out here!” Hangman yelled again. You and Pete laughed as he waved the guys off, sitting back to watch them from afar instead as he enjoyed a cold beer you kept in a cooler for him.

“Good book?” He asked.

“Yeah. Started it when you left,” you said to him as you sat up a little and pulled his arm around you. “Why’d you stop playing?”

“The sun is setting,” he smiled. You were touched at the little gesture and leaned up to kiss his cheek as you abandoned your book and watched the view with him.

As soon as they all freshened up and washed the beach off, all of you returned to The Hard Deck for dinner and some drinks. The whole team dominated the pool table along with the seats surrounding it while Penny brought out piles of food for all of the hungry pilots and you.

Pete was sitting on the couch right next to you, his hand idly resting on your thigh as he sipped some beer, while Hangman sat on the chair perpendicular to yours. He poked your hand and pointed at a plate of onion rings, so you leaned forward and took it, placing it on your arm rest so the two of you could share the snack together.

Pete was engaged in another conversation with Phoenix when Hangman decided to ask you a question, “What do you see in him?”

“Jake, be nice,” you warned him.

“No, I didn't mean it like that,” he tried to explain as you laughed, fully messing with him. “I mean, you know, he's...basically Rooster's dad.”

It was true, Pete was old enough to be your father, weird as that sounds. Plus, Bradley had been one of your closest friends. He was genuinely weirded out when he found out about the two of you.

He's...different,” you shrugged, unsure of how to summarize how you felt about the man sitting right next to you.

“Ancient?” Hangman tilted his head, clearly joking which elicited another laughter from you.

“No, I meant that even with all the difficulties that come in our relationship, he still makes me feel happy and safe,” you said. “He doesn't look like it, but he's actually quite the romantic too,” you chuckled.

“Really?” Hangman asked, slightly taken aback. “How so?”

“It's the little things,” you smiled. “He didn't ask me out through a text when we started dating; he's not exactly good with words, but he tries to write me letters or leave me post-it notes when he can because he knows I love them; and did you know you could still make playlist on cassette tapes?” You listed a few things that came to mind.

“Are you sure it's not because he just doesn't know how to work a phone? Or Spotify?” He joked again.

“Okay, fine, maybe the age thing does contribute to something, because I'm now realizing that the things I find romantic are the things that are really old school,” you answered, barely finishing your sentence before breaking into laughter again.

“That's what I thought,” he said animatedly. “It-It's probably how he used to ask girls out in his days,” Jake said, unable to contain his laughter. His hand held on to your forearm as the two of you laughed.

The two of you were laughing so hard, you didn't realize that Pete had caught the last part of your conversation because Bob had called Phoenix over and challenged her into a dart match.

It was around midnight when all of you decided to call it a night. You held Pete's hand, swaying it as you walked towards his bike as he waved a last few goodbyes. Pete didn’t want to waste time on the road because you arrived back to his place in no time. He let you in and you made your way to his room, taking off the jacket he lent you along with your clothes as you went through his wardrobe to borrow his shirt. 

“You and Hangman got along well today,” he said from the living room as he took off his watch and his shoes.

You chuckled, not really paying attention “Yeah, he was hilarious.” You pulled his shirt over yourself and walked into the bathroom to take off your makeup and brush your teeth.

When you got out of the bathroom you saw him still sitting there as if waiting for you and you squinted your eyes. “What?” You asked.

“What?” he replied, standing up to take off his shirt.

You gasped playfully and approached him as he tossed his shirt aside. “Are you jealous?” You asked, placing kisses on his jawline while you pushed him down gently, making him sit back down on the sofa and then straddling his lap. 

Pete scoffed, “Please. Why should I be when you’re here with me right now?” He raised an eyebrow. If you hadn’t known better, you’d say his ego could matched that of Hangman’s.

“You’ve got a point,” you replied mindlessly and kissed him, more focused on how your hips is grinding against him and you could feel him getting hard.

His hands grabbed your ass and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue swipe across yours. You moved from his lips down to his jaw and began to scoot lower, trailing kisses until you knelt in between him on the floor. You could see the bulge in his pants, so you unzipped his jeans and freed his semi-hard cock. Looking at him through your lashes, you began to lick him, lubricating it the best you can before pumping it.

Pete brushed the hair out of your face as you felt him throb in your hand and you leaned forward and began to take him into your mouth, starting out with sucking the tip. His head fell back in ecstasy as he hissed. Smiling a little, you began to take him in deeper while your hand massaged the rest of him that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. 

His hand went from gently stroking your hair to grabbing a handful of it, completely lost in the pleasure you were giving him as you continued to suck his thick girth.

"Stop, baby. C’mere,” he said, knowing full well that he was close as he grabbed your chin. He wiped you off with his finger and kissed you, instantly flipping you over so you were lying down on the sofa. “Close your eyes. Wait here,” he instructed as he moved off of you. You obeyed him and kept your eyes closed, though you were impatient, already starting to touch yourself while you waited.

You felt the sofa dip under his weight as he sat on the other end. You felt him slid your panties down your legs and once they’re off, he hovered on top of you once again. “Open your eyes,” Pete said. “Keep your eyes on me,” he instructed once again, and so you did. was when you hear a small buzz and felt a vibration against your sensitive nub.

You gasped, closing your eyes as your body jerked. Pete grinned a little and kissed your lips. “Open your eyes, honey,” he said again as he began to circle the little bullet vibrator on your clit.

“Fuck!” you hissed. “That’s cheating,” you pouted, and so he chuckled but instead of stopping, he increased the vibration against your sopping wet cunt. You let out a loud whine and gripped Pete’s hand that was holding the vibrator against your clit.

“You want me to stop?” He asked, teasing you. You were to wrapped up in the feeling of the vibrator moving and vibrating against your pussy that you couldn’t form the words to answer him. “Baby, answer me,” he said, taking the vibrator off to tease you.

“No, don’t stop, please,” you begged, grabbing for his hand. The man chuckled and pressed the vibrator against your aching hole, slowly pushing it in. You arched your back, your nails digging into his skin as you held on to him for dear life.

Pete sat up, pressing your leg up against your chest. He toyed with your clit as he kept the vibrator inside you, pulsing it in and out, driving you insane. Your head was thrown back and your eyes were closed as you savored every touch and vibration against you. You then felt his mouth on your clit. You could no longer control your moans as you felt your climax approaching. 

“I’m cumming,” you managed to say. All of a sudden, everything stopped. He pulled the vibrator out of you and tossed it on the floor. He stopped eating you out and you whine in protest.

But before you could say anything to complain, he pushed his member into you in one fell swoop, bottoming out easily because of how slick your pussy was. You screamed his name, relishing in the way the sudden stretch was both painful and pleasurable. 

“Good girl,” he said, kissing your lips. He wasted no time in letting you adjust to his size and began to thrust into you at steady speed. 

His arm snuck underneath your body and wrapped around your shoulders to bring you closer to him as if that was possible. “Come on, I want to feel you come around me,” he said, his fingers now massaging your clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

The feeling of his hand on your clit, his sharp thrusts, and the way he grunted in your ear sent you into a spiral. Your legs shook as you came, his name was the only thing you could say in between your moans. Your muscles clenched around him, but that didn’t stop the man from thrusting in and out of you. 

“I got you, baby,” he said, kissing your neck as you came around his cock. You could feel your juices dripping out of you, staining his couch.

Your climax subsided, but Pete was chasing his. His picked up the pace, pushing his weight against you as you slowly came down from your high. Just when you were about to to take a deep breath, he found your spot and sent waves of pleasure, causing you to bury your head in his shoulder, your moans muffled into his skin. 

“Oh my God, right there!” You moaned, your voice trembling from the way your body shook as he fucked you raw. “Don’t stop,” you begged him.

Your pussy was still so sensitive from your last climax, and the way his cock keeps on rubbing against your g-spot made you certain that you were going to cum twice in a row.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted. His rhythm was getting sloppy and you knew he was close too. Feeling himself getting closer and closer, Pete rammed inside you faster and faster.

Your moans became louder and before you knew it, he grunted in your ear, calling out your name as you felt his warm cum deep inside you. You took your fingers and rubbed your own clit, desperate to chase your own high for the second time. You came just in time for him to thrust the last few ropes of cum into you, your body shaking with pleasure as you held on to him. 

Pete chuckled as he watched your combined juices drip down your pussy even with his dick still inside you. He stroked your hair and peppered kisses all over your neck, shoulders, and chest, waiting for you to come down from your high.

“That was amazing,” you sighed, unable to move. 

“You’re amazing,” he said, still leaving kisses all over you. “I love you,” he said in between.

You giggled as he kissed a ticklish spot in your neck. He moved to kiss your lips slow and sweet.

“Round two?” Pete asked, a sly smirk on his face.

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

♡ pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

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

♡ 24: has he ever touched you like this?

♡ 26: were you masturbating?

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

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

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

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

The Jake Problem (Jake Lockley x f!reader)

Summary: Jake hates you. Like really hates you, which wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t dating Steven and Marc. But maybe, just maybe, Jake doesn’t hate you.

Fluff?, angst, hurt/comfort

Pairing: Jake Lockley x f!reader, hint of Marc Spector x f!reader x Steven Grant

Warnings: Mentions of abusive relationships, reader was in an abusive relationship, allusions to sex, hurt/comfort, maybe a little OOC??, as always I did my best to accurately represent DID, is this fic a little problematic? maybe

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The problem with dating Steven and Marc was not balancing Steven and Marc. The problem was Jake Lockley.

You lay sprawled on Marc’s chest, stickiness between your thighs, a fine sheen of sweat covering your skin and his as you drew deep breaths. A cloud of post-orgasmic bliss hovered around you both as you tilted your head up to kiss his jaw. You were relishing these last moments with Marc, knowing that Steven had the long weekend off which meant you’d be living with Jake for a few days.

The rise and fall of Marc’s chest as he breathed deep and murmured soft praises lulled you into an easy sleep. And sure enough, a few hours later you were awakened by the man beneath you shifting you off him so he could turn on his side and put his back to you. Jake hated cuddling. Jake hated the little notes you left for him, Steven, and Marc. Jake hated when you cooked for him. Jake hated you.

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The Jake Problem - Part 2 (Jake Lockley x f!reader smut) 18+

Summary: There’s a lot of good ways to tell someone you love them for the first time… and then there’s whatever Jake Lockley is doing. (A sequel to the Jake Problem Part 1, but could be a stand alone too.)

Fluff, smut, angst??

Pairing: Jake Lockley x f!reader, hints of Marc Spector x f!reader x Steven Grant

Warnings: Mentions of abusive relationships, reader was in an abusive relationship, smut (18+ only), fingering, unprotected p in v (use protection), standard Jake Lockley warnings, marking (???), DID, Google translate Spanish, Jake’s not as kinky as he is in some fics, love that Jake but my version is a little softer, is this in character? idk

A/N: I’m so nervous. The pressure to write a sequel to something you guys love so much is unreal, but I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I haven’t written much smut before, so I’m genuinely unsure of how this turned out. But I want to give it a try, and still include my usual cuddly softness and some plot. If it flops, I’m deleting this and pretending it never existed. Second, I don’t speak Spanish at all, so this is Google translate Spanish though I did do some research to hopefully add some authenticity.

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The thought comes to him as he watches you wander the flat one morning in nothing, literally nothing, but one of his button down shirts. Jake loves you. In the few weeks since what he, Marc, and Steven had deemed the pizza incident, Jake had fallen completely and desperately in love with you. Your notes got tucked into his visor each morning. He eats any food you make him. Once he even made a sorry attempt at cooking for you, much to Marc’s amusement.

But he hadn’t told you he loved you, hadn’t even admitted it to himself really. Not until today.

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Keep Your Enemies Close | Kim Yugyeom (m)

pairing(s): Kim Yugyeom x Reader

genre: Smut, Enemies to Friend w/ Benefits!AU

warning(s): Filthy, graphic smut, unprotected sex (no glove, no love), mild praise, mild degradation, thigh riding, fingering, face fucking, spanking, multiple orgasms, squirting, Yugyeom’s sinful hips

word count: 3,6k

synopsis: You never knew why you and Yugyeom started hated each other, but maybe it’s not that much of a bad thing…

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Don't Stand So Close To Me

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

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

Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, everyone is an adult

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No problem!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, again. What can I do for you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Five’s eyebrows raised. “Sexier?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop.”

“What’s wrong?”

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

“Why not?”

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

“I’m not drunk.”

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

“I don’t care.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do I know?”

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

“You are a kid,” Five shot back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You have?”

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

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

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

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

“Strip.”

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

“What?”

“I want you naked for me. Now.”

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

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

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

“What if someone walks by?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you stupid?” he growled.

You shook your head. “No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get out.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What had he done?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck yeah. Give it to me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Together in the end — Ben Hargreeves

Pairings : Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Umbrella!reader

Warnings : nothing much, just a little angst

Summary : While the Umbrella Academy lost Ben Hargreeves some 17 years ago, the Sparrow Academy lost you instead. Set in Season 3 ep 1-2, you share an emotional reunion with the new Ben Hargreeves.

Word Count : 1.7k

Note : I rarely write anymore, but Ben Hargreeves has my heart. Maybe I’ll do a part 2!

“Dad, who the hell are these assholes?”. You recognised Ben’s voice. It had been over 17 years since you’ve heard it (oh the things you would’ve done to hear his voice one last time). This time, it was slightly different though, slightly deeper, and at a lower register. Nevertheless, you’d never forget the voice of someone who meant so much to you.

The last time you had “spoken” to Ben wasn’t long ago, through Klaus. You had gone with Diego to pay the cult leader a visit. Little did you know, you would have shared your last emotional embrace with Ben. It felt odd, almost desperate even, speaking to him through Klaus, but it had been so long since you had been held in Ben’s arms. When he left, he told Viktor to remind you that he loved you. It hurt to recall the events of the past few days, especially because you knew there was nothing you regretted more than not telling Ben you loved him before he died. Everyone in the family knew you harboured affections for each other — it was difficult to date in secret when some of your siblings were so nosy. The two of you had shared your first kiss just days before he passed. You were both teens, and there was so much more love you had for him, so many “I love you”s you had saved for him, all of which you never had the chance to give him.

“Ben?”, your voice was shaky, and you felt your eyes become glassy. Now wasn’t the time to get emotional, especially since the mansion was crowded with super-powered (and potentially dangerous) strangers. Ben looked different — the scar on his cheek, the way he styled his hair. It scared you that he had changed, but what scared you the most was the look in his eyes. You couldn’t read what was behind his dark eyes, not like how you could with your Ben. The old Ben was sweet, and very very messy. The man before you looked scheming, angry, and the way he spoke reminded you of an asshole. You did notice his facial expressions soften when his eyes landed on you.

“Y/N?” His voice was just as shaky as yours.

“Ben, compose yourself.” The woman who could manifest crows warned him.

“Is that really you, Y/N?” The brunette (you would later know as Sloane) interjected. She seemed like the kindest of the bunch.

How could they have known your name? You weren’t the brightest Hargreeves sibling but it didn’t take much for you to come to a conclusion. If Ben was alive in their timeline, perhaps you were the one that had passed. While the Umbrella academy grew up without Ben, the Sparrows had done so without you. You didn’t have much time to process this though, since things escalated pretty quickly between the Umbrellas and Sparrows. Before you knew it, you found yourself caught between Five and the sparrow sibling with hallucinogenic spit. She snarled and hurled her dark spit towards you too quickly for you to react, but it was swiftly deflected by a tentacle you never imagined you’d see again.

“You okay?“ Ben approached you cautiously.

“How do you all know my name?” You asked him. He didn’t look as cold as he did earlier. Instead, his facial expressions were replaced by a mixture of confusion, concern, and even a little bit of hurt. You saw the edges of his lips move, as if he were about to say something, but you never got a chance to hear his reply as the rest of your siblings dragged you away.

The second time you saw him was just as unexpected. You had gone on your usual morning jog with Luther before the sparrows kidnapped the both of you. When the both of you woke up, you followed closely behind Luther. You thought it best to be silent in case the Sparrows could see through your facade and detect your anxiety. Luther could sense your fear, which was why he held you close and did the talking on your behalf while you sat next to Sloane.

“Has your Y/N always been such a coward? Can you not speak for yourself?” Ben gestured towards you in a mocking tone.

“Ignore him.” Fei comforted you. You couldn’t deny you felt hurt. Your Ben was not nearly as much of an asshole as he was.

“Our Ben would’ve never spoken to us like this.” Your voice trailed off towards the end. You weren’t looking for a fight.

“I’m not your little boyfriend, Y/N. My Y/N was never this pathetic.” Ben retaliated.

“Ben! That’s enough!” Fei interjected. Ben’s eyebrows furrowed and his eyes softened once he saw your hurt expression. You could tell he regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth, but you stormed out of the room before he had the chance to say anything else.

After his interrogation with Luther, Ben left him to his meal. Fei followed him out to confront him.

“You still have feelings for her.” Fei knew her brother well enough to tell that he had been distracted the past day.

“She’s not our Y/N, Fei, she’s the enemy.” Ben defended himself, but he knew that some part of him cared for her more than he’d like to admit.

“You should talk to her, you only get that kind of love once in your life.” Fei encouraged. Ben stayed silent as she walked away. He pinched his nose bridge and squeezed his eyes shut. It had been difficult to maintain a stoic expression in front of his siblings, especially considering the overwhelming sense of confusion, melancholy and relief he had to hide for the past day.

Ben entered his room to grab his jacket, although he’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t also hoping to find you there. In his timeline, you died a few years after Ben did in yours. This meant that the both of you had been together for a few years before he lost you. He knew you’d come to his room to cry whenever something upset you.

To his relief, Ben did find you curled up in his bed.

“I came to grab my jacket.” Ben lied. You immediately jolted up and tried to wipe away your tears as subtly as you could when he barged in.

“Stop… crying on my bed, emo. It’s gross.” He tried to sound detached, hoping you couldn’t tell that his heart actually clenched at the sight of your pitiful expression. He was angry at himself for hurting you, but he was even more confused about his feelings towards you. You were supposed to be the enemy, yet he wanted nothing more than to apologise and hold you in his arms.

“I’ll leave, I’m sorry” You hoped he would be a little kinder to you after the hurtful things he said earlier, but you had to remind yourself that this was not the same Ben you loved.

“Wait…just stay for a bit.” Ben’s voice was much softer now, almost as if he was pleading.

“You used to come in here when you were upset” He explained.

“You told me I could always come to your room to cry whenever our siblings upset me.” You added.

“Tell me about your Ben...” Ben gently sat himself next to you. You scanned his face. His eyes were glassy, his eyebrows creased and you swore you saw his lips quiver. It took a lot for Ben to keep himself together at the moment. For a brief second, you saw a hint of warmth, kindness and love in his eyes, just like the Ben you knew.

“Um… I loved him, but I never got the chance to tell him… For some time, Klaus could speak to him. He told me you loved me back.” You stifled a sob and covered your face with your hands as you cried. You felt Ben’s arms hold you tightly, so you melted into his embrace and let out a sob into his chest. He only pulled you in closer. Ben needed this as much as you did, he felt desperate for your touch. If only you knew how hard he had wished to hold you one last time since your accident, how many sleepless nights he had because his heart yearned for you till it physically hurt.

“I never got to hear him tell me he loved me back. Klaus reminds me he does, but I’ll never hear his voice saying it.” You whispered, hoping Ben would understand.

“I love you. I love you more than you can imagine.” Ben whispered back without missing a beat. You sobbed louder into his chest. It’s confusing, finally hearing the words you had wanted to hear so badly after waiting 17 years.

“I might not be your Ben, but I love you, and it hurts too much to know you never heard it back.” Ben pulled your head towards his, resting his forehead onto yours. Your noses lightly brushed against each other, and your lips were dangerously close.

“I love you too. There is no old Ben or new Ben, just you, you are my Ben.” You assured him. You don’t know exactly when, but by now, Ben’s cheeks were also streaked with tears. He shut his eyes tightly, attempting to regain his composure.

“You have no idea how physically painful it was to not be able to hold you like this, to not be able to kiss you.” Ben’s breathing was erratic, you could tell it was taking a lot of effort for him to stop himself from crumbling.

“I do.” You replied softly, as you raised your thumb to wipe his tears.

“Can I kiss you?” Ben pleaded. His eyes were full of longing. This man in front of you is exactly the Ben Hargreeves you knew. Perhaps the childhood he shared with the Sparrows, and the sorrow he experienced after losing you made him act like the asshole he was a few hours earlier. You heart ached thinking about how much he had been through.

You closed the gap between your lips, running your hands through his hair. His palm held the back of your head firmly but gently, as if he was afraid of losing you again.

Even if the universe was about to end for the third time, you had never been more thankful that you found your way back to Ben Hargreeves in the end.

Throw Me Instead - Earth-2 Harrison Wells x Fem!Reader SMUT

Oops here comes another one, I have a thing for the Earth-2 DILF who would’ve guessed?  Happy 2022 all, and sorry if you’re waiting on an Arcane fic, this one was sitting half-finished in my drafts since early November.

Word Count: 3000+

Synopsis: It wasn’t uncommon for you to tease. It wasn’t uncommon for Harry to rage. One day, however, the combination of your two personalities clashed.

Warnings: NSFW, Lab Sex, Wall Sex, Desk Sex, Light Exhibitionism, Angry Sex, Possessiveness, Choking, Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talk, Use of Sir/Princess

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Poly!Yugbam

Requested: anon asked: um hey I wanted ask if you could do a poly BamBam and Yugyeom from GOT7 please? thank you!

Pairing: Got7 Bambam x Yugyeom x Reader

Warnings: nsfw implications

Thank you for your patience ♡ I finally got inspiration for this. I did try to get it out in time for their comeback (which is a.m.a.z.i.n.g) butttttt yeaahh

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