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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 2 years

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The Vegan In A Steakhouse

Summary: Steven took you out for dinner but certainly didn't expect to be the main course.

Pairing: sub!Steven Grant x fem!Reader (brief mentions of Marc and Jake)

Word Count: ~ 2k

Content Warning: fluffy restaurant smut 18+!, very public teasing, pet names, Steve being the bottom that he is, soft FemDom reader, a pair of ruined pants, a lot of action under the table, a hint of degradation kink

A/N: There's no way I could write something about Steven Grant without slipping some Egyptian history talk in there

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Carefully flipping the pages of the leather-wrapped menu the waiter had handed to Steven and you a couple of minutes ago, you heard the man sitting in front of you huff.

"What's a bloody vegan gonna eat in a steakhouse?" Steven mimicked the insensitive words his pain-in-the-ass boss Donna had thrown at him the other day.

The more Steven had told you about her, the more you disliked that woman for being a condescending twat. She clearly was very narrow-minded when she thought it was a silly idea to take you out to a steakhouse just because he preferred not to eat any animal related products.

"Stupid goose.", Steven mumbled, obviously still agitated by Donna's antics "Look, there's plenty of beautiful salads on the menu and who am I to say no to a very charming serving of chips? They even offer vegan mayonnaise!"

His little fuss elicited a small chuckle from you, because Steven took everything to heart... sometimes more than for his own good necessary.

"Steven..", you lowered the menu so you could peak over it's edge across the table "She's not worth your thoughts and besides, I'm really happy that you took me here."

To support your words, you threw him a warm smile and a small nod.

A sigh fell from his lips as his eyes locked with yours for a moment. He still had that sparkle in his eyes, looking at you as if it was the first time he took you out on a date. Steven had this very special, unadulterated beam of affection whenever he looked at you and even after months of dating him it never failed to make you heart skip a beat.

"I'm glad to hear that, love." He responded, the frown on his forehead softening out.

"Let's just have a good night out. We both deserve that."

Steven nodded at that before he lowered his focus back onto the menu. You were sure to notice a faint flush of red on his cheeks and you bit your tongue to withhold a satisfied grin.

First and foremost he deserved this night out because he'd been such a good boy for you the past weeks.

After getting to know him it didn't take much to figure out that Steven Grant from the gift shop liked to be guided by a bit more of a firm hand and you gladly had taken that place. The both of you complemented each other in that way very well. So, to test your good boy's patience a bit you had proposed the idea of a little chastity to him. To that Steven had excitedly agreed, whereas Marc, let alone Jake weren't the biggest enthusiasts of this game to say the least. Eventually both of them had stopped their little frustration tantrum because, even though you also knew and got along well with Marc and Jake, it was mainly Steven you were dating and the other two came to terms with taking a step back.

After studying your own menu once more, you reached out to a waiter, letting them know you were ready to order. While Steven had decided on a large portion of thick-cut chips with a serving of said vegan mayonnaise in addition to a grilled veggie sandwich, you treated yourself to a rump steak with a salad on the side. You wrapped up your order with the waiter's recommendation for a bottle of red wine since neither of you were big in the wine game.

"Did you know...", It nearly bursted out of Steven as soon as the waiter had left "In ancient Egypt people mainly had only breakfast and dinner? They started their day with bread and beer."

"That doesn't sound all to bad, does it?" You snickered not only at the info given but also at seeing Steven taking the next best opportunity to talk about what he was passionate about. You enjoyed hearing about all that he had to tell. It reminded you of your childhood hyperfixation with ancient Egypt that sadly died along the way. Almost even more you loved seeing his face lighten up whenever he had the chance to just ramble without any judgment or fear of being annoying and that, for sure, he was not.

"And what about dinner?" You asked, reassuring him that you wanted to hear more about it.

A wide smile spread across Steven's clean shaven face and with an undeniable enthusiasm he continued: "Dinner was more of an opulent thing. Of course, more beer and bread but also different meats and vegetables. Preferably garlic, scallions, cucumbers and turnips. And...", He playfully rose one of his defined eyebrows "Back then it would've been quite a big no-no what we are doing here."

"Oh, how come?" You responded with a curious smile playing around your lips while leaning your face into the palm of one hand.

"Since we aren't married we would've gotten separated by gender for one of those fancy banquets." Steven reciprocated, his gaze slowly turning to the side from where a waiter was approaching, ready to pour two glasses of wine.

Both of you thanked the waiter after they elegantly filled both glasses with deep red liquid and left the bottle at the table.

"Appears a bit prude to me.", You stated while rasing your glass towards Steven "Cheers to being in the here and now then, hm?"

"Cheers to that and... cheers to us."

The filigree glasses clinked against each other.

"Cheers to us." You repeated, guiding the glass to your lips and taking a sip.

To your relief it didn't take too long for the food to arrive. As nice as sitting there and chatting with Steven was, your stomach had already been rumbling as you arrived at the restaurant. After taking a few bites out of your steak, you were sure to have ordered the right thing because it was without any doubt truly delicious. Now that you had stilled the most pressing needs of your stomach your attention shifted back to Steven, who was gleefully munching away on some chips.

Holding back a mischievous grin, you slowly slipped one foot out of the heels that you were wearing and stretched your leg towards Steven's. Your toes gently nudged his knee and upon that he coughed under his breath, almost getting a piece of fried potato stuck in his throat.

"How are the chips?" You asked, your voice laced with play-pretend innocence.

"They.. uh... they are great!" Steven mumbled, a faint rush of confusion washing over his features.

"How's the steak?" He asked in return, his eyes transfixed on his plate.

"Oh, it's really enjoyable." With your response your foot rose a bit higher towards the inside of his thigh.

In the span of seconds Steven's cheeks flushed red.

"Is everything alright, dear?"

"Sure, I- I'm aces." He already sounded close to tripping over his own words and you had to pull yourself together so hard as not to let a laugh slip over your tongue.

"I'm glad to hear that. I've put you through quite the hassle the last few weeks, hm?"

"Ah, no, it- it's, I've been... it's all good." Steven huffed, not yet daring to look up from his plate as you deliberately caressed his slacks-clad thigh underneath the luxurious eggshell-white table cloth.

Tonight he served quite a look in his button up shirt and a fancy burgundy tie. As per usual he really was trying his best when it came to you and you couldn't be more grateful for all the effort he put into pleasing you.

"I gotta say...", You stated with a carefully low voice after taking a good sip from your glass "You've really been such a good boy for me, Steven."

Now not only his cheeks were flushed, but his entire face got covered in a flustered red at which your heart started pounding faster.

"Have I... ma'am?" His ever so softly murmured words sent a shiver down your spine.

"Oh yes, you have." With that your self-control eventually crumbled into nothingness and you let your foot glide right towards his crotch.

A gasp fell from both of your mouths as you gently stroke across his slacks where his already painfully hard cock was straining against the soft fabric.

"And I think you finally deserve a reward for that." This time you didn't even try to withhold the mischievous excitement in your voice.

Apparently it hit Steven right where it should because as your words seeped into his mind, his silver fork fell out of his grip and hit the table with a muffled thud.

"Ts-ts..." , You clicked your tongue "Keep it together, Steven, c'mon."

His hand was visibility trembling as he picked up the cutlery again.

"That's right.... now please enjoy your meal before it's getting cold." You administered, while slowly rubbing against his hard on.

"I- I don't think I can..." The letters leaving his mouth were barely even more than a chocked back moan.

"Oh, I'm sure you can."

You recognised his heavy breathing as he tried his best to push the fork into a pile of chips, guiding the stacked food to the little bowl of mayonnaise.

The weeks of abstinence had surely left him desperate and aching for relief. You felt his need for it right underneath your foot as it stroke up and down his length.

"Please..." Steven's raspy voice pleaded.

"Please what?" You arched your eyebrows "You should look at me when you talk to me."

Yet again his face changed into an even deeper, more embarrassed shade of red. His lips pressed down onto one another before he slowly dragged his eyes from the delicate porcelain plate to meet your stern glare.

In that very moment you wouldn't have traded whatever riches for the sight right in front of you. Steven was but puddle in need for your loving touch, his pupils blown with lust.

"Please..", He started anew, "I- I can't take much more..."

"Oh, poor puppy.", You administered a tad more pressure to your foot "So worried about what everyone around will think, huh?"

He nodded, hardly able to keep his composure.

"Then you better behave yourself."

You didn't break from his eyes while you wouldn't stop torturing him underneath the table, rubbing over his throbbing cock again and again. Small droplets of sweat were forming on his forehead while his jaw clenched and flat breaths left through his nose.

"Oh lord..." Steven pressed through gritted teeth, his hands wrapping around the cutlery so hard that you thought he'd snap it right in half.

"Be a good puppy for me. Just let go. We both know you need it."

Steven's gaze drilled into yours, a watery sheen spreading across his eyes. God, he was about to fall apart inbetween so many people who had no idea what was going on.

"Ma'am!" He exhaled in a low moan right before you felt him spilling his pent up seed onto himself.

The warm load soaked his boxers and through his slacks until you felt the wetness on the sole of your foot.

"What a good boy..." You exhaled, feeling the thrill of the situation ripple through your body.

"And now, eat up... you don't want to miss dessert, do you?"

#steven grant #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #marc spector #jake lockley #mcu moon knight #marvel moon knight #moon knight #moon knight fic #moon knight fanfiction #sub!steven grant

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feelbokkie · 8 months

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Ephemeral Love | Chapter 13

pairing: Seungmin x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, university au, right person wrong time, minor character death

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing(?), mention of food, uncomfy family dinner

summary: Does love last forever, or is it fleeting? For university juniors Kim Seungmin and Seo Y/n, it's love at first sight but sometimes you meet your soulmate at the wrong time.

word count: 2,313

screenshot count: 7

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You sit in the back of your sister's car, double-checking that your septum piercing isn't visible from most angles in your phone camera. You, Isuel, and Changbin sat in the parking lot of the restaurant, waiting a few minutes before heading in to join your parents.

The three of you had gotten to the area of the restaurant before your parents but Isuel insisted that you go and mind places to take photos beforehand. Changbin found it annoying but you figured out halfway through that this was her way of trying to calm the two of you down. In the end, you found 3 unique locations to take your respective photos.

“Okay, children, let’s go. I’m hungry and if we stay in here any longer, someone is going to think something very taboo is going on in here with the way Changbin is moving this car.” Isuel says, putting a hand on Changbin’s knee. He’s been nervously bouncing his leg since the three of you got back into the car.

“Sorry,” He mumbles, eyes transfixed on the restaurant. You’ve never seen your brother so nervous, not even when he sat for the university entrance exams. You feel a little bad getting him to agree to come out for your birthday dinner with your parents.

"Just a couple of hours," you mumble to yourself before getting out of the car, followed by Iseul and Changbin.

The three of you quietly walk into the restaurant. Iseul gives the maître d' your father's name and you're led to a table where your mother and father are waiting for you. Your mother gets up quickly with a huge grin on her face.

"Look at my babies. All three of you in the same place." She coos once you get closer.

"Hi Mom," Changbin goes to greet her first while Isuel goes to greet your father.

They go to switch places, Isuel greeting your mother and Changbin your father, only for things to immediately get awkward. Being the bigger person, Changbin sticks his hand out towards your father, your father gingerly taking it. You go to greet your mom and then your father.

"Happy birthday, Y/n." He says, pulling you into a hug.

"Thank you, Dad." You smile as you squeeze him back. The five of you take your seats around the round table. You're sandwiched between Isuel and Changbin, your father is sitting next to Isuel, and your mother is next to Changbin.

The waiter comes and hands out menus to all of you. You barely glance over the menu, you were so anxious about tonight that you looked up the menu earlier and decided what you wanted to eat.

"So, how are all of you? I feel like it's been ages." Your mother asks, breaking the silence. You all know that the question is directed at Changbin and that your mother is trying to not cause drama. You saw her last month when you went to spend the weekend at home and Isuel saw her last week.

"We're good, mom. Right?" Isuel turns to ask you and Changbin.

"Yeah, I'm great." You answer.

"Doing really well,"

"Oh, Dad, look, they have salmon. You like fish," You suggest to your father, who was not looking at the menu like everyone else.

"I'm fine, Y/n. I'm going to order a steak." He says simply.

You press your lips together. Despite his heart attacks, he hasn't done more to make any lifestyle changes other than reducing how much he smokes. You feel Iseul's hand on your knee. She's having a small conversation with your mother about the museum she works at.

You close your menu and place it on the table before taking a sip of your water. Both your father and Changbin are quiet. You're used to your brother being obnoxiously loud and it's unsettling that he's not. You pull down the sleeves of your dress as you think about how you can get them to talk.

"You know, Changbin is--"

"'Changbin?' You go around addressing your brother informally?" Your father interrupts you. You silently curse yourself at the slip-up. You're so used to speaking to and about your brother casually, it completely slipped your mind to go back to addressing him formally.

"She can address me casually if she wants. I don't mind." Changbin says quickly as he takes a sip of water.

"It doesn't matter if you mind. It's about respect. You're letting her put all those holes in her ears and getting D's on papers--"

"You got a D on a paper? How many times do I tell you to focus on your studies?"

"You tell her to focus on her studies?" Your father looks taken aback. Even when Changbin was back home, he wouldn't put any effort into his grades. You can remember hearing all of the arguments between the two of them where your father would tell Changbin to focus on his studies.

"You left her in my care, I'm going to make sure she's okay."

"Both of you stop talking about grades and whatnot. It's Y/n's birthday. You're bringing the mood down."

"It's okay, mom. I don't mind." You truly didn't. It's the first thing you've seen the two of them agree on anything ever. You didn't mind if it was at your expense. Maybe tonight would be fine after all.

***

The five of you laugh at a joke Isuel made while you ate. Besides a few snide comments made by both Changbin and your father made, dinner is going relatively smoothly. You've even seen Changbin smile, like actually smile, a few times.

"Y/n, what are you and your friends doing for your actual birthday tomorrow?" Your mother asks during a lull in the conversation.

"One of my roommates is taking me to the mall to pick up my present and then Binnie oppa and the rest of our roommates are cooking dinner and throwing a party. A few of my other friends are coming." You happily explain.

"Other friends? It's about time you've made some friends in your department. You know what I always say about networking." Your father slightly slurs.

"Actually," you finish swallowing your food, "they're not in my department. One is a senior in the veterinary studies department. Another is a second-year early childhood development major. And the other two are third years like me, an interior design student and pre-law."

"That's an odd group of friends you have there. But that pre-law student is going to be beneficial. Could help you out one day." He takes another sip of his red wine. It's his third cup.

"You say that like you think I'm going to get a malpractice lawsuit one day."

"It'll be impossible not to with an education from JYP University. Your only saving grace would be going to one of those medical schools I emailed you about."

"Honey, why don't we put that glass down and give Y/n her presents." Your mother interjects before you could say anything.

Changbin throws a protective arm around the back of your chair. Iseul gently pats your cheek as your father hands you a small white box with a red wax seal. Your mother pulls out a large gift bag.

You open your father's gift first. You carefully peel off the wax seal and gently open the white paper to a white box. You open the box to find a gold, 10-diamond Cartier Love bracelet.

"Thank you, Dad." You say with a small smile.

"You're welcome." Your father beams.

You close the box and move on to your mother's presents. The bag contains two large boxes. The first box is a muted orange box that reads 'Louis Vuitton' tied shut with a dark blue ribbon. You slowly pull open the ribbon and open the box to find a small black wallet-sized purse. You smile at your mom before moving on to the next box. the second box, roughly the size of the first one, is a craft box with 'Christian Louboutin' written in white on the front. You sigh deeply as you open the box to find a pair of black heels with their notable red bottoms.

"Thank you, mom." You plaster on a fake smile as you hold your gifts.

"You're welcome, my love. Every young lady needs a good pair of heels and a nice handbag. Go ahead and put everything on." Your mother says proudly.

You quietly take the shoes out of the box and swap them. Once you're done shoving your feet into the uncomfortable pair of torture stilts, you have Iseul help you put on the bracelet.

You knew your parents were going to give you expensive gifts. You even had a feeling they were going to give you those exact gifts. It was a thing they often did. Being close in age with your siblings, gifts were often similar for certain milestones. 4 years ago your father had also given Isuel a Cartier bracelet and your mother got her a similar pair of heels and a handbag. Your mother even made the same comment about what every young lady needed. 2 years ago, your mother send you home with Changbin's birthday present with a card that said something similar. She got him a nice pair of shoes and a Gucci wallet. Your father even bought him a gold Rolex but, because of their fight, keeps it hidden in his closet.

It's not that you aren't grateful that your parents could afford such nice gifts, you are. It's the fact that they frivolously would buy you things you know aren't your style. You like simple things or things that hold sentimental value. $17,100 bracelets, $1,900 purses, and $1,000 shoes aren't sentiment. Even the white, long-sleeved dress is a bit much for you. You were much more comfortable in casual clothes. Or, as you've learned in recent weeks, Seungmin's clothes. You prefer the small living room parties that the boys would throw for you over the fancy dinners your parents often took you to.

"Thank you so much. I love them a lot." You lie.

***

Your head hangs out of Iseul's car window as you watch your father and Changbin talk in the distance. You didn't notice that at some point during your walk to the car Changbin stayed back until you swapped your shoes and saw the passenger seat empty.

Despite the small arguments and lectures from your father, tonight was successful in mending your brother and father's relationship front. Their current conversation proves your point. At this rate, the 5 of you might be able to spend Christmas together this year.

"Can they hurry the fuck up? I'm tired." Iseul moans from the driver's seat.

"Eonni, shut up. They're talking. They're making amends. Everything is going back to normal."

"Y/nnie, I love you and it's your birthday weekend, so I'm saying this nicely: don't get your hopes up. Also, what are you doing getting D's on papers? Isn't that supposed to be impossible for you?"

"I already did the makeup and got an A. I was just distracted with Jisung's temper tantrum and--"

"Your boyfriend?" She smirks while checking her lipstick in the rearview mirror.

"Shut up," You roll your eyes. You watch as Changbin quickly comes to the car, leaving your dad alone by the restaurant.

He quickly gets into the car and slams the door shut, shocking both you and Iseul. You sit in silence as Changbin silently strings together colorful swear words you didn't even think he knew.

"So…" Iseul starts.

"Just drive," He mutters.

"What happened with Dad?" You ask stupidly.

"Don't worry about it," He replies.

"Okay," You are absolutely going to worry about it. Your father clearly said something to piss Changbin off, ruining your fantasy of a perfect family Christmas.

You lean back into your seat as Iseul pulls out of the parking lot. 10 minutes later, you hear hushed whispers from Iseul and Changbin talking about how your father tried to give Changbin money to treat you and your friends to a nice restaurant tomorrow. You know that it must have insulted Changbin's pride to have your father offer him money. You keep silent as you lean your head against the window and watch the familiar signs on your way to Seungmin's apartment.

"Where are you going?" Changbin asks, not recognizing the area.

"I'm dropping off agi oli," Iseul says as she pulls into the parking lot of the apartment.

"What? Where?"

"Seungmin's apartment. I told you, he wanted to do something for me tomorrow morning so I'm spending the night." You reply as you gather your things from under the seat.

"No, you didn't." He turns around in his seat to face you.

"Yes, I did. At the tattoo parlor while you were sketching that tiger tattoo. You really need to learn to multitask." You joke.

"But your birthday breakfast. I always make you a birthday breakfast, except for your 16th and 17th birthdays."

"You said it was okay." You pause.

"You just said that I can't multitask. I obviously wasn't listening."

"I--okay. I can--"

"It's fine. Sorry, that's on me for not listening. Have fun with your boyfriend, I'll see you tomorrow." He turns back around.

"Sorry, Binnie. I'll make it up to you, I promise. We can have a Binnie and Y/nnie day next weekend like we used to. I promise."

"Okay, okay." He waves you off.

"Have fun birthday girl, but not too much fun. You may have beaten teen pregnancy, but you don't want to start the first nine months of your legal drinking years unable to drink." Iseul shouts as you open the door. Changbin groans in disgust.

"Hey Issie Eonni, shut up disrespectfully. I'll see both of you tomorrow, bye!" You say as you shut the door to her car and head up to Seungmin's apartment.

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stargazer-dreamer · 1 year

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the most magical place on mars

character: spike spiegel

reader: gender neutral

summary: he told you he would take you wherever you wanted for your date. he forgot to mention that he hated theme parks

notes: pokemon with a bit of a disney filter. copyright friendly, of course

✩ he never liked theme parks. he supposed, when he was younger, amusement parks were more his thing—fast rides to get his adrenaline pumping—but theme parks never sparked any interest in him

✩ especially this one. based around a popular video game series he had absolutely no interest in, cute and cool monsters alike filled the scenery as the two of you walked through the front gates

✩ no, he didn’t care for theme parks. but the way your eyes lit up as you pointed out a sign that said “route 1” (whatever that meant) warmed his chest, so he didn’t mind how much the tickets had cost—he was on a date with you. seeing you happy made him happy

✩ immediately, you wanted to buy the iconic chupika ears. putting them on, you tried to get him to wear a pair but he was able to get out of it by pointing out a nearby popcorn stand

✩ pockmon world was known for its seasonal rotating popcorn buckets—but you wanted the standard one. it was circular shaped and represented the in-game device used to trap monsters in (“catch, spike, catch. you don’t trap them, you catch them.” “i don’t see a difference here”)

✩ armed with a cheap refillable snack, he followed behind you as you dashed off to the next thing

✩ costumed characters occasionally passed by, and he had to take pictures of you with your favorites. he had to wonder, with the more spectacular holograms floating about, why the park would subject its employees to sweat in the suits rather than focusing on creating more advanced AIs, but that was none of his business

✩ not when he focused the lens on you standing next to a brown fox-thing. your smile was infectious

✩ he couldn’t help it. he was having a good time

✩ the two of you waited in lines, rode some rides, and looked at the attractions

✩ before he knew it, it was lunch time

✩ miraculously, there was a table open in one of the sit down restaurants. spike scanned the menu and let out a sigh of relief. walking around the park, it seemed like all the food stalls were heavily pockmon themed. pock puffs? plowsoke tails? food tins? none of the names explained exactly what kind of food they were and he had gotten a bit frustrated (you had even munched on something that looked distinctly like kibble?)

✩ sandwiches, curry, he knew what those were. actual food, finally. you explained that all the dishes were in the recent game, but he didn’t really care. he ordered a pasta

✩ it wasn’t very flavorful. you had taken several pictures of it, though

✩ after lunch, you wanted to look around the gift shops to kill time before the parade started

✩ the floats, and the music, and the confetti sure was a sight, even spike had to admit that. apparently, it featured just about every monster in the game. he was not aware there was so many of them

✩ “have to catch them all,” or whatever. he got it now

✩ something that he was embarrassed to admit—he was starting to favor a specific monster after seeing it in the parade

✩ you dragged him to a shop that sold all of them in plushie form and pressured him to tell you which one it was so you could buy it for him

✩ it took a good ten minutes, but he caved, and with a shaking finger he pointed at the tiny kappa-looking one

✩ your first reaction was to laugh, which did not help with his embarrassment

✩ “your favorite pockmon is tadlo?”

✩ “…it looks funny. look at its face”

✩ regardless, the two of you left the shop with a plushie each. he looked at his. it had six stubby legs. he thought it only had four

✩ the two of you spent the entire day at the park. at the top of the capsule-shaped ferris wheel, the fireworks started

✩ when you turned to him to point one out, he kissed you. softly against your lips, he told you he loved you

✩ he wasn’t a fan of theme parks or pockmon, but spending time with you was something he would never pass up

#spike spiegel #cowboy bebop #spike spiegel x reader #spike spiegel x you #spike spiegel x y/n #spike spiegel imagine #spike spiegel imagines #cowboy bebop imagine #cowboy bebop imagines #cowboy bebop headcanons #spike spiegel headcanons #yeah i could have made it space land but wheres the fun in that #at first i was going to make spikes favorite grovyle but lotad is a funny little guy and i love him #imagine trainer spike with a lotad on his shoulder. i couldnt pass it up #alternatives: floette klefki whimsicott petilil solosis dratini roserade riolu #semi realistic answers:#deoxys gallade servine talonflame naganadel cinderace flapple #nothing that represents him or his fighting style i just like the idea of them all #i have no basis on any of them i just think they would be neat hanging around spike

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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lifesaver pt II | csi miami ; t.speedle

A/N ; This is the second part to the ask/oneshot I wrote to answer it the other day lifesaver and for lack of a more creative name, we're uh.. sticking with this... For now. It may change in later parts BUT.. for now, we'll keep it like this. Also, if you haven't read lifesaver, you might want to go do that now real quick. Otherwise you're gonna be real lost I'm afraid.

Apparently, I'm just going to write a ton of readerxguycharacter fics and this makes my twisted lil heart so happy. We haven't seen the last of these two yet either, not by a long shot. I have.. plans for these two.

Pairing ; Tim Speedle x fem!reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; this is set AFTER he would have died. See, in my world, he did not die alright? he simply did not. So if I keep this up, it's gonna be a total AU for the most part.

Tag List ; @beardedbarba @justmeandanoverdrive and @uncrownedmox are the only people on my csi taglists. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including fandom piece in question is for, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; fluff, oh my god, so much fluff. i went ham with this because it just felt like what my heart needed.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters and I'm not accepting wrestling / wrestlers in my ask box. Any other fandom/character but wrestling that I happen to write for is fine and I beg of you -> send me things.

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The sports bar is packed full of people when Tim wanders into it off the boardwalk. You’re breezing around the place, a drink tray over full balanced precariously in your hand as you make your way past and double back, stopping to stand in front of him. You smile bright enough to light up the whole town. Tim chuckles and drags his hand over the back of his head as he shuffles his feet against the wooden floorboards.

“You work here?” he leans in to ask the question because at the front of the bar, a play in one of the three games being televised on different screens has a bunch of the old timers who frequent the place yelling and swearing and kicking up a fuss in general. You laugh softly and nod. “Mhm. It’s a family business. My grandpa started it, my dad took over. Now it’s mine.” you shrug.

“Hey little bit! Hey!” one of the louder patrons calls out as he turns to get your attention, “Stop flirtin with the flavor of the week and get me my beer, woman.”

“Calm your tits, Harold.” you retort, rolling your eyes as you add with a smirk, “Or do I need t’ call Martha down at the nursin home and tell her you snuck off again, hm?”

“Aw, c’mon sweetheart, don’t be like that.” Harold frowns and you shrug. You turn back around to face Tim and you smile. “I’m going on lunch in ten minutes, tiger.. If you want, you can sit in that little booth over there in the back?” you nod to the booth in question.

Tim chuckles again. And tries not to groan when you walk your finger up and down his chest before turning to walk away, get back to passing out drinks to the people in the front of the bar. Tim makes his way over to the booth you mentioned and he sits down, reaching for a menu. Watching the chaos at the front. Watching you as you move around behind the bar, pouring drinks and setting up rounds of shots. You happen to look up a time or two and wink at him and he bites his lip while laughing. And finally, five or six minutes later, you make your way over, with two of the biggest Cuban sandwiches he’s seen in a long time. You slide one across the table to him and you sit down on the seat across from him and breathe in deep, a goofy grin forming as you giggle and bounce in your seat a little. “I’ve been dying of hunger all day, I swear.” you admit before digging into your loaded cheese fries. Tim laughs and takes a bite of the sandwich, groaning as all the flavors hit and combine, making his mouth water as they burst before he swallows the bite he’s taken. “Damn. I thought Delko was the best at makin these.”

“And now?” you’re giggling when you ask but he chuckles. “Nah. This is amazing. Fuck.” he groans out. You laugh and shrug. “Cooking is kinda my thing.” you say it not in bragging, but in honesty. Cooking is something you’ve always liked to do and something you’ve definitely always been good at.

Your eyes settle on the vast stretch of white sand outside the window and you gaze at it for a few seconds. Tim follows your gaze and clears his throat. You lock eyes with him and as you take another bite of the overstuffed sandwich in your hand, you tilt your head slightly. “I can’t believe it took me almost drowning to get you to talk to me.”

Tim gaped. He chuckles quietly. “I couldn’t think of anything to say. Then that one day you had an entourage.”

You groan and roll your eyes. “The frat boys from hell.” you laugh as you say it. Tim nods. “Yeah, those idiots. What did the y want?”

“An older woman, apparently. When I told ‘em I wasn’t interested in little boys, kind of ended things real fast.” you laugh as you shrug again. There’s mustard at the corner of your mouth and Tim leans in before he thinks to stop himself, swiping at the streak of yellow with the pad of his thumb. Your breath catches in your throat and he pulls his hand away. It’s too quick and you frown because you miss the feel of his touch.

“You uh.. Mustard, sweetheart.” Tim chokes on the explanation and finds himself staring at your lips again. Trying to think of something -of anything, to say. Eric is the one with the conversation skills. Eric is the one who shines when it comes to stuff like this. Tim’s always been less talkative. Less good at hitting on or flirting with the person who catches his eye.

You speak up again, a soft laugh as you ask him, “So, I noticed the scar yesterday when you were heroically saving my stupid ass from drowning and becoming shark bait… What happened, tiger?”

Tim starts to tell you the whole story and you listen, leaning in to hang on every word. Someone puts a song on the ancient jukebox in the corner of the bar and you grimace as you listen to him talk about almost dying not too long ago. It's enough to give you pause because you know his line of work can be dangerous. The grimace was because you can't help but think about how close you came to never meeting him and it just doesn't sit well with you. “Yeah, I’m gonna cut him off after the next drink. When he starts to play that shit, he’s toasted.” you mumble, mostly to ease the tension. It's not a bad tension, it's just so damned thick.

Tim chuckles.

You fix your gaze on him for a few seconds. “Thank God you didn’t die.. When you got shot on the job, I mean.”

Tim snorts. “Because I saved you from drowning right, princess?” he’s half joking when he says it, but he’s not expecting your answer to be what it ends up being. Takes him by total surprise.

“No, actually.” you take a long sip of the soda you’d almost forgotten about. “Because I wouldn’t have gotten to see you that first time on the beach.” you give a little smile, blowing bubbles into your soda through the twisty straw in it. “If you hadn’t had to save me yesterday though.. I was definitely going to talk to you today when I came down to the beach to eat and tan.”

“Oh really? What were you gonna say?” Tim questions. Leaning into you across the table a little.

“Just a stupid cheesy line.” you shrug, laughing. “Maybe something like are your pants mirrors because I can see myself in them.” you grab some fries and pause mid bite to laugh as you watch his facial expression. He’s going red in the cheeks, it’s the cutest damn thing you’ve ever seen. Through a mouth full you tell him “Hey, I can’t help it, you’re hot.”

He points to himself.

“Yes you, who else?” you ask, laughing softly. The laughter dies away and all he can do is stare at you quietly. You’re staring right back. And your hand settles on top of his in the middle of the table. “Besides saving idiots like me on your day off.. What else do y’ do for fun, tiger?”

“Take my bike out for long rides.” Tim shrugs, “Work on it.” he takes a bite of his food. “Sometimes I take my camera out, take photos of shit. I’m boring as hell, okay?”

“Ooh, you’re a hero, a cop and a photographer… And you own a bike… Fuck, where have you been all my life?” you tease gently, but you’re only half teasing because the simple truth is Tim Speedle is probably your dream guy. To a literal T.

And until you nearly drowned the day before, you’d kind of started to believe that maybe your dream guy didn’t exist.

Now you were sitting in your bar with him across the booth from you and you were really starting to wonder if maybe there wasn’t something there between the two of you.

The only thing you know with any certainty is that you definitely can’t wait to find out.

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Mocha Choco Latte - Chapter 2: Iced Caramel Macchiato

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou/Bakugou Katsuki, KiriBaku Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia, My Hero Academia Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Current Word Count: 21,000 Tags: Aged-Up Characters, AU- College/University, AU- No Quirks, AU- Coffee Shops & Cafes, Barista Bakugou, Actor Kirishima, slow burn, background IzuOcha, mentions of Bakusquad, rated for language, Bakugou Katsuki swears a lot, Bakugou Katsuki is bad at feelings, drinking, house parties

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Chapter 1

Chapter summary: Alternatively titled: Katsuki Consumes Enough Caffeine to Challenge God, and Win.

Fate, as it would seem, liked to spit in Katsuki’s face. It was a slow Thursday night at the cafe, which Katsuki was grateful for. It gave him plenty of time to read over his statistics textbook to prepare for his exam the next morning, 8am to be precise. If he could go back and shake himself down for registering for an 8am class, he would. What he wasn’t grateful for, however, was the stupid new uniform he had to wear. Sato had given them all these hideous, mustard colored polos with an embroidered ‘SR’ on the left to wear for their shifts and he hated it. No matter how many times he washed it, the shirt was itchy as hell. He was thankful that the hat was at least a simple black ballcap, but only barely. He wished they could go back to wearing whatever the hell they wanted to, but no, they were starting to get more recognition, so they had to have a signature look. Whatever.

He was squinting at the text, trying to make sense of the different formulas while simultaneously kicking himself for saving statistics for his last year of university, when the bells on the door chimed. He marked his place, downed his fourth shot of espresso, and shut the book, shoving it on the shelf under the register. He looked up and promptly his heart fell—standing at the door on the phone was none other than Kirishima Eijirou, the man who had been haunting his dreams for the past month. He wished he could blame the flush on his face on embarrassment from their last encounter, but sadly, that wasn’t the case. The more he thought about Kirishima the past month, the more he realized he had a big fat crush on the actor, which was asinine because he barely knew the guy, aside from what the interviews showed him. Not that he would admit to locking himself away in his room to watch interviews of Kirishima. No, that would be too weird. And something that Deku would do, not him. It was weird, though, because it seemed like he was actually a genuine and down-to-earth person, despite his fame and success. He didn’t seem to match any stereotypes for famous people, and as a fellow misfit, Katsuki could appreciate that.

“Oh hey! It’s you again!” Kirishima smiled at him, and he wished that the ground would just swallow him whole at this point. Of course he would remember him. Why wouldn’t he—it’s not every day you get insulted at a restaurant.

“Welcome to Sugar Rush. What can I get for you today?” he bit out, trying to keep the weariness from being too apparent. Kirishima took a minute to look over the menu, and Katsuki couldn’t help but check him out. He was in the same ridiculous costume as last time, which did nothing for Katsuki’s sanity. How was he supposed to ignore his stupid feelings for the man when he could see how absolutely jacked the guy was? It just wasn’t fair.

“I’d like one of those iced caramel macchiatos this time. Medium please. Oh, and to-go again.” Katsuki tried to keep the relief off his face. Thank God he wasn’t staying. That would have been a new fresh level of hell that he was certain he wouldn’t be able to handle right now.

“Is there anything else I can get you?”

“I’d like one of those shrimp katsu sandwiches please!”

“Sure,” he grumbled, pressing the buttons on the register. Oh, for fuck’s sake. Of course he would want food. “Will that be all?”

“That’ll do it man!” he grinned, handing over his card. Katsuki took the payment and ran it while he scrawled the instructions for the drink onto the cup. He handed the card back and Kirishima smiled at him again as he pocketed it and went to the end of the bar to wait for his purchase. Katsuki threw another sidelong glance his way and swallowed loudly, clicking the top of the marker again to quickly scribble his phone number and ‘call me’ underneath the ‘Shitty Hair’ that already adorned the cup. He could blame it on the current caffeine high he was on, but he had to try—it wasn’t every day that an actor waltzed into your cafe happy to see you after you insulted him. That had to mean something, right? An almost manic grin split his face as he put the cup down and grabbed the receipt. This was going to work; he was certain of it. Nothing could mess this up. The grin dropped from his face as quickly as it came as he turned toward the kitchen window and was met with a mop of green hair loosely secured by a hair tie. Fuck. How could he forget Deku was the one working the kitchen tonight?

“Kacchan? Can I have the ticket?” Izuku asked, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow, hand outstretched. Katsuki thrusted the ticket into his hand and leaned into the window, getting as close to him as he could.

“Listen here, you little nerd. Don’t you dare fuck this up, you hear me?” he hissed, eyes narrowing.

“What are you talking about?” Izuku laughed nervously, placing the ticket on the rail, and scanned it quickly before turning to grab some bread from the bread bin. Katsuki took note of the headphones in his ears. Oh, so that’s why the nerd was clueless.

“This is Kirishima’s order.”

“What?!” Izuku shouted, jerking back in surprise. His hand hadn’t cleared the lip of the container, however, and he brought the entire bread bin crashing to the ground, slices decorating the floor. “Fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he placed the last two slices onto the counter.

“Oh my God,” Katsuki sighed, hiding his face in the palm of his hand. “Just…don’t do your whole weird fanboy shit with him.”

“S-sure thing, Kacchan!” Izuku squeaked, hands shaking as he went about preparing the meal.

“Guess I’ll fuckin’ take sandwiches off the menu for the night,” Katsuki grumbled, turning away from the disaster in the kitchen. He grabbed the milk from the fridge, tossing it to the counter before shoving the small metal cup into the espresso machine, setting it for a double shot. The machine whirred to life, the smell of freshly brewing coffee filling the small space. He kept stealing glances at Kirishima as he added the pumps of vanilla syrup and milk to the cup before dumping ice into the mixture. The actor was tapping away on his phone, smiling dumbly at whatever was on the screen. He turned his attention away from Kirishima and he could hear Deku muttering to himself in the kitchen as he slowly added the espresso, the bitter coffee settling nicely atop the creamy milk. He added the signature caramel drizzle, and if he went a little heavy-handed on it, Kirishima would be none-the-wiser.

“Here you go, Shitty Hair,” he called out as he popped the lid on and slid it over the counter. He was met with Kirishima’s rumbling laughter as the other slid the phone into the pocket of the ridiculously oversized pants and grabbed the drink and a straw from the container perched on the counter. He had just poked the straw through the lid and stirred the drink when Izuku came bursting through the kitchen doors, panting.

“Here’s your order!” he cried, thrusting the to-go sack at him. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m looking at the Kirishima in the flesh! I’m such a huge fan!” His voice had raised a few octaves and he was bouncing in place. “How does it feel to be playing Red Riot? Man, you’re ripped—what is your workout routine? Oh! Do you know Ashido Mina? How long does it take to paint her skin for her role? Can you sign my apron?” Kirishima’s eyes widened in surprise from Izuku’s rapid-fire questioning before he let out another hearty laugh.

“I don’t mind giving you an autograph, but unless you guys have silver markers, it will be a little hard for me to sign your apron,” he said, motioning to the pure black garment. His face fell for a fraction of a second before he perked back up, leaned over the counter, and pressed down on the feed button on the receipt paper. He yanked it off and handed it to Kirishima, vibrating with excitement, and Katsuki swore to himself that he was going to kill the damn nerd.

“My name is Midoriya Izuku!” he practically shouted. Kirishima penned ‘Stay Manly, Izuku!’ and his signature on the slip of paper before handing the marker back to him and Katsuki was certain that Deku was going to pass out from excitement. “Oh my God—thank you so much!”

“Not a problem, man! Always happy to meet a fan. Gotta get going though; thanks for the food and drink!” His eyes connected with Katsuki’s for a brief moment as he waved at them, turning to leave the cafe, a grin on his face as he looked at his cup before he took a drink. The moment the door shut behind him, Katsuki rounded on Izuku, who was still standing in front of the counter with a starstruck look in his eyes as he clutched the autograph close to his chest.

“What the fuck was that, Deku?” he growled, knuckles white as he gripped the counter. “What did I specifically ask you not to do?!” Izuku jumped, head swinging over to look at Katsuki.

“I, uh, I’m sorry?” he squeaked out, shoving the paper into the pocket of his jeans while backing up slowly from the building wrath that was his roommate and best friend. Katsuki snarled, jabbing a finger into his chest.

“Get your ass back in the kitchen, you goddamn fanboy.” Izuku nodded silently, eyes widened in fear, before darting back into the kitchen. Katsuki blew out an irritated huff, tossing the espresso cup into the sink with more force than was necessary. He cracked his textbook open, more than ready to erase that disaster from his memory.

The rest of the shift passed in a blur, Katsuki alternating between making orders, studying for his exam, and downing more espresso shots while Izuku continued to prepare the food in silence, which was exactly how Katsuki liked it. Before either of them knew it, they were locking the doors and turning the sign in the front from open to closed. Katsuki hoped that they would be able to finish up the closing procedures quickly, since he still had roughly three chapters of material to review. He was in the middle of sweeping up the lobby when Izuku approached him sheepishly.

“Hey Kacchan, can I ask a huge favor of you?” he asked, thumbs tapping together.

“What do you want?” he replied gruffly, knocking at a clump of dried mud with the broom while pointedly refusing to look at Deku. He was still pissed off at him for the whole autograph thing, after all.

“Well, um, would it be okay if you closed by yourself tonight?” At this, Katsuki’s face snapped up, glare prominent as he snarled at the other.

“And why in the hell would I need to do that?”

“Well, you see, Uraraka asked me to go to dinner with her tonight and I told her I would after work, so she said she would meet me at this cafe at 8, but if I stay and help close, then I won’t have enough time to get changed and get there on time,” he explained, hands waving frantically.

“And this is my problem why?”

“It isn’t, but it would mean a lot to me if you did this for me. I even pre-closed the kitchen for you, so there only should be the dishes from the line left to do.”

“So, you just assumed that I would agree to close for you?” Katsuki asked, eyebrow twitching slightly as he finally got the mud swept up. He wasn’t going to cave. This asshole made a fool of him earlier, so he was going to suffer.

“No! Well, yes? I was really hoping you would agree,” he muttered, shoulders sagging and lip jutting out in a small pout. Katsuki had to fight back a groan—of course Deku would do the puppy dog eyes pout to him. He thought after fifteen years of friendship he would be immune to it, but of course not. The damn nerd knew just how to get under his skin.

“You owe me big time, asshole,” Katsuki sighed and Izuku beamed.

“Really?? Oh my god, thank you Kacchan! You’re the best!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around Katsuki in a hug that was quickly shrugged off.

“Get out of here before I change my mind and make you close by yourself,” he growled and Izuku wasted no time, practically sprinting out the employee entrance in the back of the shop. Katsuki finished sweeping the lobby and fished his phone out of his pocket to check the time as he went behind the counter and groaned. At this rate, it would be at least an hour before he was done closing. Tack on thirty minutes to get home, then another thirty to make dinner, and he was looking at not being able to resume studying until at least nine o’clock. Great, it was looking like he was going to have to pull an all-nighter. Damn nerd. He poured himself one last shot of espresso, downed it, and set out to do the best damn solo-close that this shop had ever seen.

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Katsuki sat at his desk with a smug sort of satisfaction as he cracked his textbook open at 8:45. The close went by quicker than he thought it would, partially thanks to Deku’s pre-close, so he was able to catch the earlier train home. After scarfing down a quick meal of yakisoba and an energy drink, he was ready and raring to go. He was going to murder this stats exam tomorrow.

He was a few paragraphs in when his eyes strayed to his phone. He unlocked it and was disappointed when he didn’t see a text or call notification on the screen. He knew he saw Kirishima smile at the cup, so he was certain that the actor got the message he left for him. So why hadn’t he called? Katsuki was certainly attractive enough with his cropped spikes that faded into an undercut, piercing red eyes, and gauged ears. It also helped that he was meticulous about keeping up his physique—his slim build made up for by lean muscle. He was a fucking catch, so why wasn’t the damn redhead messaging him?

‘Focus, Katsuki,’ he chided himself, shaking his head. He didn’t have time to deal with this bullshit. He turned his attention back to the text, jotting down necessary formulas on his cheat sheet that he was allowed. He spent the next hour working through the text and practice problems, his rage building each time he stopped to check his phone and found no notifications. He was about to chuck the damn thing across the room at his fourth look at it when it started to buzz, an unfamiliar number crossing the screen. Fucking finally.

“It’s about damn time you call me you...”

“Is this Bakugou?” a breathless, and very much feminine voice cut him off. What the...?

“Who the hell is this?” he growled out. Who gave this weirdo his name and number??

“It’s Uraraka.”

“Who? And how the hell did you get my number?”

“Oh my god—we work together! I’m the pastry girl. Ringing any bells?” Oh yeah—that sounded familiar. “There’s a sheet with everyone’s numbers in the breakroom.” He frowned; he didn’t like the thought of random extras from the cafe having his number. Deku having it was bad enough, but that was pretty unavoidable at this point. It clicked then: this was the girl that the nerd had a huge crush on.

“Okay, and you’re calling me why? Aren’t you on a date with Deku or some shit?” This call was starting to piss him off. He still had around two chapters of material to get through.

“About that… I need your help. He’s not, um, he’s not okay.”

“Not okay? What the fuck happened?” Visions of broken bones flashed to mind, which wasn’t too unbelievable, given how accident prone he was. He pushed away from his desk, grabbing his keys and wallet before heading to the living room.

“It’s hard to explain, but I need your help getting him home. Please, Bakugou?” she pleaded.

“Just text me your location. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he said, shoving his arms through the sleeves of his jacket and hanging up before she could respond. His phone buzzed, the address and ‘I’ll explain when you’re here’ lighting up the screen. He shoved his shoes on and made his way to the train station. What the hell had his roommate gotten himself into now?

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Thankfully, the address Pastry Girl had given him wasn’t too terribly far from their apartment; it was only a couple stops away from the station nearest to them. The building was pretty plain looking and one of the few detached ones in the neighborhood. An iron fence surrounded the small patio area, which was currently sectioned off. There were a few steps that led to the entrance. A gaudy yellow and black sign adorned the brick next to the door, announcing the cafe as Cool Beans in a curling script, which Katsuki instantly gagged at. There was a small menu board to the right of the door with bold lettering stating that Today’s SOUP-ER Special was Shiitake dashi. So Pastry Girl was as into puns as the nerd was, huh? He shot her a quick text letting her know that he was here.

The lights were dimmed as he entered the cafe, giving it a slightly romantic ambiance. There was a bar to the left of the entrance, which was positioned right by the door to the kitchen. To the right there was the seating area that was partially blocked off by a partitioned wall, the ivy cutouts not giving him much of a view of what was going on in the dining area.

“Can I help you, sir?” a soft-spoken voice asked and Katsuki blinked, turning away from his snooping to face the host desk. His eyes widened in surprise when he took in the freaking child sitting in a chair next to the counter. Her pale blue hair was tied into pigtails and her vibrant red eyes looked bored as she took him in. She was dressed in a white button-down shirt that was tucked into a grey, knee-length pleated skirt. Her legs were swinging back and forth as they dangled from the chair, the knee-high yellow stockings matching the bowtie around her neck. Polished black Mary-Janes completed the look, and Katsuki was so confused. There was no way that she could have been any older than ten. What the hell? Why was she working at a restaurant? He was about to respond when he felt something brush his leg, making him stiffen in surprise. He looked down and was wholly unprepared to see a tabby cat the color of sand rubbing against his leg, purring loudly.

“Why is there a cat in here?” he questioned, squatting down to rub the cat between its ears, earning him a loud chirp of delight. The girl cocked her head to the side, eyebrow arching as she looked at him.

“Because this is a cat cafe?” she said, gesturing to the sign behind her. Katsuki squinted, cursing that he forgot to put his glasses on, and was able to make out the smaller script below the cafe’s name that stated it was indeed a cat cafe. Another cat, this one with brown fur, came darting out of nowhere, jumping onto the host counter and rolling onto its back, stretching languidly. The girl reached over and rubbed the cat’s belly idly while still staring down at him, which was slightly unnerving, but he was still focused on what in the world was going on with Izuku. Was the nerd having an allergic reaction to the cats? He didn’t think Deku had any allergies, but he never had really seen his roommate around animals much. As he was standing up from his crouch, Uraraka rounded the corner, another sandy-colored cat nestled in her arms in a hug.

“Bakugou! Thank god you’re here!” she said, leaning down to release the cat, who meowed loudly in protest before trotting over to the host and jumping into her lap. The girl looked between the two of them before she shrugged, turning her attention to the two cats, a small smile on her face.

“Okay, spill it, Round Face. What in the hell is going on?” he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets, glaring at her as two silvery-grey cats zoomed past him and jumped onto the window sill to stare and chatter at the birds gathered outside.

“Um, well, I think you should just see for yourself,” she stammered, blushing brightly, and motioned for him to follow her. He rolled his eyes but complied. They stepped into the dining area and to the right there was a small area full of toys, scratchers, and cat beds, one of which was occupied by an orangey-brown tortoiseshell who had a spot on its head that reminded him of one of the characters from a cartoon he and Deku used to watch when they were younger. He hissed in pain as he felt claws graze the side of his head and he looked up to see a sleek grey cat perched on the top of a cat tree to the left of the entrance staring down at him. Asshole. They continued further into the dining area before Pastry Girl stopped abruptly, causing Katsuki to run into her.

“This,” she sighed and motioned with her hand, “is what’s wrong.” Katsuki looked up from the ground, where he had been watching out for stray paws and tails, and was met with a scene that was as comical as it was horrifying. Izuku was seated at a table by the window, his face flushed a deep red as he was cuddling the biggest and fluffiest freaking cat Katsuki had ever seen. The white-and-black feline with a very unique pattern on its face was squirming in his grip, protesting loudly while the damn nerd was sobbing uncontrollably, pressing his face into the long fur. An employee, who was dressed similarly to the girl in front, was trying to pry the cat from his hands, exhaustion and exasperation written all over his very tired-looking face.

“God damn it, I don’t get paid enough for this bullshit,” the man grumbled to himself as the cat accidentally swiped at him. He pulled his hand back and hissed in pain as he checked the scratches, wiping the blood on his grey slacks before he ran his fingers through hair the color of purple hyacinths. The cat let out another angry cry and he dove back in, trying to wedge his hand between the cat and Deku.

“What the fuck is this?” Katsuki wheezed, trying his hardest not to laugh while side eyeing Uraraka. She sighed, dropping her head, her fingers toying nervously with the hem of her shirt.

“He’s been like this for the last half hour. When he got here, I could tell he was pretty nervous, and I mean, I was too, so I suggested that maybe we get a drink to take the edge off and relax us a bit.” The laughter that was threatening to escape Katsuki died instantly, a groan replacing it. Izuku and drinking was never a good mix.

“And then what happened?” he asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“At first, it was all good. We were laughing and having a great time. I want to say it was by the time we had the fourth or fifth drink that things started going downhill. By this point, there were about four cats gathered at our table since we were the only ones here. One minute he was fine, petting the cats and laughing, and the next, he was crying.”

“Jesus, what the hell were you two drinking?” Katsuki was bewildered. Sure, Deku didn’t handle alcohol well, but he had never seen him like this after a few beers.

“He said he would have what I was having, so I ordered us some whiskey sours,” she admitted sheepishly. Fuck—of course it was hard liquor. After the blackout incident that was Izuku’s twentieth birthday, Katsuki was sure that the nerd had sworn off ever drinking anything harder than a beer. Guess he really was nervous.

“It was around the time I called you that he really started getting bad. Kept sobbing and saying that he shouldn’t have had the whiskey because now he was unable to protect all the kitties from harm.” Katsuki couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from him at that. That definitely sounded like something a drunk Deku would say.

“That one,” she said, gesturing to the cat that was still in Deku’s drunken clutches, despite the waiter’s best efforts, “was really concerned. Kept sniffing him in the face and licking his cheek, which caused him to cry more. Before I knew it, he had it wrapped up in his arms. The waiter saw, and now I think you’re up to speed on everything that happened.” There was a loud curse from the waiter as the cat clawed him again.

“As funny as this all is, why exactly do you need me to help?” Katsuki asked, watching the employee stomp off toward the kitchen, hands shoved in the pockets of his apron.

“Gee Bakugou, I wonder why,” she deadpanned, looking at him like he had grown another head. “He can barely stop crying, let alone stand. I have no idea where you two live, so clearly, I can’t get him home by myself. What else was I supposed to do?”

“Leave him here?” Katsuki suggested, which was met with a sharp glare from Uraraka. He sighed in defeat, rolling his eyes. “Okay, okay. I’ll help. Let’s get this cat free first.” She nodded and they approached the drunken mess.

“Yo nerd, let the cat go,” Katsuki ordered, throwing himself into the chair next to Izuku, who looked up at him confused.

“Kacchan? What are you doin’ here?” he slurred, blinking slowly.

“Saving your sorry ass. You owe me big time. Now, let the damn cat go.”

“But… I can’t protect him if I can’t hold him!”

“That cat looks about two seconds away from shredding your face to hell. Just let him go,” Katsuki growled while Uraraka gently coaxed his hands from their death grip around the cat. The moment his hands were loosened enough, the cat wriggled free, jumping from the table to sprint away, nearly knocking over the waiter as he led an older, and equally tired-looking man, from the kitchen toward them.

“Well, I see you finally let him go,” the waiter spat, sending a seething glare at Deku while the older man sighed, dragging his hand down his face, his inky black hair slipping out of the messy bun.

“My employee here said this young man was harassing the animals,” he stated, the weariness more than evident in his voice.

“I’m sorry sir. It’s my fault—I shouldn’t have ordered so many drinks,” Round Face apologized with a small bow as Katsuki pulled Izuku to his feet, looping one arm under him to support his weight.

“Even so, you caused distress to my animals. This will not be tolerated. I’m going to have to ask that you leave and don’t return,” he stated sternly, crossing his arms as he glared at the trio.

“Yes sir. Once again, I am so sorry that this happened,” Uraraka apologized again, shoving a stack of bills into the waiter’s hands to cover the cost of their meal before slipping herself under Izuku’s other arm, the three of them awkwardly shuffling out of the cafe. Izuku burst into another round of sobs, apologizing profusely to the two of them.

“Have a good night,” the girl at the front counter called out after them, and Katsuki bit back a sarcastic insult. No point in pissing off the staff any more than Deku already had. The door shut with a resounding ‘thud’ behind them and they were met with the peaceful lull of the city, which was only interrupted by the sniffles and hiccups from Izuku as he continued to babble out apologies.

“I’ve got him,” Katsuki grunted, shifting Izuku’s weight so it was more on him than Uraraka. “If you want to leave, you’re more than welcome to.”

“I probably should get going,” she sighed, letting Izuku’s arm drop from her shoulders as she ducked away from him. “I have to be in at five to help Sato with the baking.”

“Do you need me to walk you home? Or at least to the train station?” Katsuki offered. He may be pissed off at them, sure, but he wasn’t a complete asshole.

“Bakugou? Being nice? Hell must have frozen over,” she laughed, and he glared at her. “Thanks for the offer, but I should be fine. I actually don’t live too far away from here. I hope you don’t have too hard of a time getting him home, though,” she frowned.

“Nah, it shouldn’t be a problem. I’m used to carrying this idiot around.” He checked his phone, relieved to see the next train still had about ten minutes before it would arrive. “You know, he really does like you,” Katsuki admitted as he pocketed the phone, noticing that Deku was snoring lightly. “He was so scared he was going to mess this up. Try not to hold this against him too much.”

“Hey, I’m as much to blame for tonight as he is,” she smiled before leaning in to press a kiss against Izuku’s cheek. “Let him know I will talk to him tomorrow, will you?” she asked, pulling back, and Katsuki nodded. “Thanks again, Bakugou!” she waved awkwardly before leaving the two of them standing there.

“Come on, you idiot,” he grumbled, shaking Izuku awake as they set off toward the train station. It took longer than Katsuki anticipated, what with Deku tripping over his feet, but they made it just in time, slipping into the car. He checked the time after propping Deku against the window, groaning as he saw it was getting closer and closer to eleven. By the time they got home and Deku was situated into bed, it would be close to eleven-thirty. At this rate, Katsuki wasn’t going to get any sleep, which really pissed him off. He was hoping to avoid an all-nighter if at all possible. He checked his messages and saw one from Round Face, letting him know she made it home safely. His mood further soured when he saw that she was the only one who had texted him. Thankfully, their ride was a short one, and Katsuki all but pushed Deku out the doors once they opened.

“Where’s Ur’aka?” Izuku mumbled sleepily, still stumbling as they exited the platform.

“At home. Probably asleep. Now, get on my back, asshole. I’d like to get home before midnight,” he said. With that, he crouched in front of Izuku, who nodded, leaning forward to wrap his arms around Katsuki’s neck before jumping. Katsuki caught him, threading his arms under the idiot’s legs, and pulling them both up in a haphazard piggy-back ride. Katsuki was thankful that it was a relatively cool autumn night because Izuku was sweating up a storm against his back. Fuckin’ gross. He was pretty sure that the nerd had fallen asleep as they slowly made their way down the street, but to his horror, he heard the sobs start up again.

“Hey. Cut that shit out, you fucking cry baby.”

“But Kacchan, yer jus’ so great!” he wailed.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You’re just drunk. Come tomorrow you’re not gonna think I’m so great when I’m purposefully making loud noises.” Oh yeah, he totally was going to make the nerd’s life a living hell tomorrow.

“No! I mean it! I should do somethin’ nice fer you!” he shouted and Katsuki winced. Sure, his hearing wasn’t the best, but the idiot was practically yelling in his ear. “I know! I’ll introduce you to Kirishima!” he announced like it was the simplest solution ever before wiggling around, brandishing his phone like a weapon, fingers flying against the keyboard.

“Oi! Stop moving or I’ll fuckin’ drop your ass and leave you here!” Katsuki growled.

“Oh don’t be so mean, Kacchan! I’m trying to help you. Oh! Sent!”

“You idiot,” Bakugou finally decided after a deep, grounding breath. How was the nerd supposed to know that he was bitterly waiting for a response from said actor? “Just because you got his autograph today doesn’t mean you’re friends with him.”

“Whatever. You’ll see,” he huffed, leaning forward to rest his chin on Katsuki’s shoulder. The rest of the walk was spent in blessed silence, Izuku dozing off when they were about halfway there. They made it up to their apartment without any issues, though Katsuki did find it somewhat difficult to fish his keys out of his pocket with Deku’s deadweight leaning against him. Once they made it into the apartment, Bakugou unceremoniously dropped Izuku on his bed, a small ‘ooof’ leaving him as he collided with the mattress. He rolled to his side, green hair that escaped the ponytail at the base of his neck hanging loosely around his face as he muttered and drooled into the pillow. He was still in the jeans and plaid button down he wore to the cafe, and Katsuki utterly refused to change the idiot. He could suffer through a night of wearing uncomfortable clothes to bed, shoes included. Katsuki rolled his eyes and flicked the light off, slamming the door shut behind him.

He made his way to the kitchen, grabbing another energy drink from his stash in the cupboard as he checked his phone, ready to let Pastry Girl know they made it home safely when he saw both a missed call and an unread message from an unknown number. His heart thudded anxiously and with slightly shaking hands—which he definitely blamed on the caffeine—he opened the app. This was it; it had to be. Kirishima probably had just been busy all day. No big deal. He clicked on the unknown message as he took a big gulp of the energy drink to calm his nerves and choked as his eyes scanned the simple text of ‘is this Kacchan?’ Unfettered rage filled him as he saw the stupid nickname that Deku insisted on calling him staring back at him. He remembered the nerd’s drunken promise and saw red—this was probably one of his stupid friends doing the idiot a favor just to fuck with Katsuki.

‘I don’t know which one of Deku’s shitty friends this is, but fuck off,’ he furiously typed, hitting the send button aggressively as he stomped his way to his room. The read receipt popped up, as did the three dots signifying the other person typing. Katsuki downed the rest of the drink, crushing the can while opening the conversation settings and quickly tapped the ‘block number’ button, not wanting to see what the extra had to say. He chucked his phone on his bed and threw himself into the chair at his desk, burying his face in his hands and releasing a loud groan. He didn’t have time for this shit. He snagged his glasses off the desk and glanced at the alarm clock, noting that it was close to 11:45, and cracked his neck and back loudly before opening his textbook and settling in for a wonderfully unpleasant sleepless night. The last thing he decided on before letting the formulas and theories fill his head was that he’d just confront the actor about his stupid cup message the next time he saw him, if he saw him again.

#jaz writes #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kiribaku #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #long fic #chapter 2 #mocha choco latte #On the Rocks #also on ao3

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blingywitch · 3 years

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Good feelings

Ohmygod hi!! Long time no see—well, in the form of something I’ve written anyways. Here is something that has been in my drafts for forever that I finally got around to finishing.

It’s a O’knutzy coffee shop au! I’m not sure if this has been done before but I tried to switch mine up as much as possible... so yeah that’s that. For some context, Finn and Leo still play for the lions (along with the rest of the team) and Logan... well, you’ll see what he’s doing with his life :))

This will be multiple chapters and now that I think about it I probably should have waited until I had some of the them written— or even planed out for that matter— before putting this out but I was just too excited.

Sorry for the long ass introduction, I think that’s all I wanted to say. I hope you enjoy this little story I’m writing :)

Full Masterlist & Good Feelings Masterlist

Characters belong to the lovely, @lumosinlove

CW: mentions of food

“C’mon!” Finn singsonged as he dragged Leo by the hand down the street.

A new coffee shop had opened up in downtown Gryffindor recently and being the coffee Addicts they were, Finn and Leo had gotten up bright and early and decided that they would go try it out. So slipping on their shoes and coats the couple set off in search for the warm beverage.

“My god, Finn how do you have this much energy right now?” Leo questioned, having to jog slightly to keep up with him. Stifling a yawn he continued, “Before your coffee?!”

“I don’t know.” Finn shrugged. “I’m just- excited? I have a good feeling about this place.” Finn slowed his pace, and wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist. “...and I want a croissant.” The redhead admitted.

Leo chuckled and pressed a kiss to Finn’s temple. “Of course you do.” Finn just smiled.

A couple a blocks and a right turn later the two had reached their destination. In front of them was a small building, made of tan coloured bricks and with glass windows covering just about the entire front of it, an open sign shining in one of them. There was a few sets of tables and chairs outside shaded by a striped canopy and Leo could hear soft music coming out of the open door. Finn looked around, searching for the name of the place until his eyes landed on a sign to their left, ‘Tremblay’s’ it said, in elegant cursive.

Finn pointed the sign out to Leo, “Tremblay’s huh?” Leo paused, taking one last look over the place. “Sounds cool, let’s go.”

The blonde took the lead and walked forward, stopping just before he walked in. Moving to the side he said, “After you.” and motioned for Finn to go ahead.

Rolling his eyes playfully Finn walked through the door, Leo following his actions.

The pair were immediately taken by surprise; despite the openness of the coffee shop, from the inside it felt quite small— a good small. It felt warm and cozy and had a weird sense of home. Fairy lights hung from the ceiling and sat in the corner, a record player—Playing the music Leo recognized from earlier.

The place smelled like fresh baked goods and Finn could faintly make out the smell of vanilla, he wasn’t normally a person for sweet things but whatever was causing that smell he wanted immediately. Turning to Leo he said, “Nice place.”

“Yeah,” Leo looked around and spotted a table in the corner and took Finn’s hand in his. “let’s go sit down.”

After pulling a chair out for his boyfriend the blonde took his coat off, draping it over the back of his own chair and sat down. “So,” he asked. “What are you ordering?”

Finn leaned his elbows on the table and looked down at the small menu set before them. It consisted of pastries and breakfast sandwiches and of course, coffee beverages of every kind. “I honestly don’t know, everything looks so good.”

“Let me see?” Leo asked softly.

Finn handed the menu over to him and in the process of doing so, reached over and laced their fingers back together over the table.

It still felt strange, being able to do this in public. Kiss and hold hands and be more than just teammates, be a couple. Sometimes one of them would forget and freak out when the other gave them a kiss after a good goal— or save; or a hug that would last longer than what would be considered “normal”. They would soon realize though, that they could do this now. They were out to the world, the league, and they couldn’t be happier about it.

They looked at their options for a little while longer, pointing out things that they thought they would like, which to be honest, was basically the entire menu. “Why does everything look so fucking good?!” Finn had said. Then followed by asking if they could just order one of everything. He received a scolding for that, Leo saying as good as that sounds it definitely was not on their diet plan.

“Oh, this looks good! Look,” Leo was about to point something out to Finn but before he had the chance to respond he was interrupted.

“Bonjour, welcome to Tremblay’s,” The new voice said, “I’m Logan. What can I get for you two?”

Finn looked up at the stranger and my god he didn’t think he would ever want to look away. This stranger— ‘Logan’ his name tag said— was gorgeous. He had green eyes, the kind you could get lost in if you stared for too long and brown curls that were mostly covered by a snapback but Finn could see they ended at the nape of his neck. He wanted to run his hands trough them— “No. Stop it,” Finn thought. “That’s weird.”

“Holy shit.” Was the only coherent thought in Leo’s head when he met the boys eyes— he’d heard him introduce himself as “Logan”. Leo discovered he liked that name; he repeated it to himself in his head, “LoganLoganLogan— Finn.” Shaking his head slightly to get rid of the sudden thoughts Leo took a final look at Logan, he was definitely shorter than himself and Finn but he was broader, shoulders and arms straining against his t-shirt— Okay Leo seriously had to stop. This was getting creepy.

Logan screwed up his face a little, like he was getting uncomfortable and it was just then that the two realized they hadn’t said anything yet.

Leo cleared his throat. “Oh, um... sorry. Finn?”

Finn’s head snapped back to his boyfriend— his boyfriend. The redhead internally scolded himself for having those thoughts about this boy. He had a boyfriend— one that he loved. “Right, uhh, I’ll have....” He trailed off, ordering, Leo right after.

Logan nodded, “Alright, sounds good. I’ll be back with that, you guys sit tight.” He smiled politely and made his way back behind the front counter and trough a door that must have been to the kitchen.

Finn took a deep breath and tore his eyes away from where Logan had disappeared. “You okay?” He asked Leo, concerned.

“Hm? Oh. Yeah.” Leo replied. His bottom lip was between his teeth and he was wringing his hands together on top of the table— having since let go of Finn’s hand— eyes cast down on them. He looked similar to how Finn felt.

After a couple minutes of slightly uncomfortable silence—which was really strange for them. Nothing was ever awkward or uncomfortable with them, not since they got together anyways— Logan returned with their food and drinks.

“Okay, so, we have the breakfast sandwich and the black coffee for you.” Logan placed Finn’s coffee and sandwich in front of him—made with a croissant instead of a bagel of course. “And just the medium two sugar two cream for you.” He handed Leo his coffee.

“Thanks.” Leo said, looking up at Logan.

“No problem!” Logan replied, emerald eyes tearing into Leo’s baby blue.

Logan abruptly looked away then, and when he turned to smile at Finn the redhead could have swore his cheeks had turned a light shade of pink. Finn gave him a polite smile of thanks and Logan turned around, he watched as walking away, the boy took his hat off and ran his hand trough his curls, only to put it right back on.

Having their morning coffee it seemed, eased whatever weird silence had fallen over the couple. In no time the two were back to their normal selves. Sipping on their coffee they talked about anything and everything; from their predictions for the upcoming hockey season or just what they were going to do later today.

Soon enough though, stomachs full and cups empty, Finn and Leo were ready to leave. A girl who’s name they found out was ‘Noelle’ had come around and handed them their check and then the couple was off, putting their coats back on and dropping their cups in the trash on the way out.

“So,” Leo spoke up, leading them out the door. “Was your ‘good feeling’ about this place correct?”

Finn brought a hand up to his chin and put on a face of fake thought. Staying like that for a couple seconds he removed his hand from his chin and placed it on Leo’s, pulling him in for a kiss. “Yeah,” he said, pulling away. “I think it was.”

What they didn’t know at the time was that the ‘good feeling’ was not from what they thought it was.

#leo knut #lumosinlove #o'knutzy #coast to coast lumosinlove #finn o'hara #sweater weather lumosinlove #logan tremblay #coffee shop au

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illneverrecover · 4 years

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Take Me to Church (M) | JJK

➛pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

➛genre: gang!AU, tattooed!Jungkook, smut, fluff.

➛word count: 5,114

➛rating: M

➛warnings: sub/switch Jungkook, power play, praise, body worship, face sitting, oral sex (both giving and receiving), dirty talk, profanity, mentions of weeb JK, unprotected sex, riding, slight cock warming mentions, JK is a soft sweet boy.

➛summary: You can always tell when something is bothering your boyfriend, despite how hard he tries to hide it - and you have creative ways to get him to talk.

➛notes: MY FIRST EVER COMMISSION! As soon as I mentioned opening commissions, my cherub friends jumped at the chance and sent in several requests, @quinnkoo being the first. She asked for sweet soft switchy tattooed Jungkook smut with some power play, and I immediately thought back to the Gang!AU drabble I wrote her last year, and decided to play off of that. It’s not necessary to read that one first, but it’ll give some more back story if you’re curious. Thank you so much, Quinny. I hope you enjoy 🖤

➛song: Church - Fall Out Boy & My Time - BTS

“Ugh! I’m sick of all this rambling. When’s Kakashi going to come back?” you sigh, head plopping onto your boyfriend's shoulder. You waited a few breaths for his teasing reply - he couldn’t help but to drag you after you revealed your favorite character and your totally normal crush on him - but when it didn’t come, your brow furrowed.

He had insisted on the marathon of his favorite anime, eyes lighting with childlike glee as he explained the premise, but he had been noticeably quiet the last few episodes.

Something was up.

A wayward glance at Jungkook told you that your suspicions were right; his wide rich amber eyes were facing the screen, but the light behind them was absent. He was chewing his bottom lip, large front teeth poking out every few seconds, the hand not wrapped around you rubbing at one of the tattoos on his forearm. All the telltale signs that something was Bothering Jeon Jungkook™.

It didn’t take long for you to know what was on his mind. Reading him had been something you excelled at since day one, his body an open book that you have delved so deep inside you knew him better than you knew yourself.

On the outside, Jungkook was the embodiment of the word ‘tough’, which would be fitting of a member of his stature. He was part of the well renowned gang Bangtan, something you had known since the first meeting, and he looked the part - typically dressed in all black, clothes baggy and yet somehow still flattering his lean muscles, ink decorating his arms and neck. A single hoop hung from his nose, messy dark hair hanging low in his eyes - and with one look, it had been over for you.

But that was only one facet to Jungkook.

On the inside, he was marshmallow, soft and gooey and tooth rotting sweet. The type of man who believes in soulmates, who coos at kittens in store windows, who teared up while watching Frozen II (with an adamant cry of, “babe, Olaf is GONE” when you asked if he was alright). He is so thoughtful, always worrying about everyone else - his brothers, his family, you - before himself. A pure heart of gold wrapped in a deliciously decorated package.

Which is why you knew he was still thinking about what happened the day prior.

It had been such a silly thing, something that you had mentioned once but that he couldn’t get out of his mind, and he had wanted to surprise you. He could barely contain his own excitement when he picked you up, admiring your sundress while his legs bounced with untapped energy, insisting you closed your eyes until you had reached your destination.

The Tea Parlor had been perfect, everything you had imagined when you had casually dropped the idea of high tea to your boyfriend. The room was giant and open, windows taking up all of the walls, light spilling in to make the finery of the tea cups and serving trays glisten. You had squealed with excitement, rushing up to the hostess with a spring in your step, Jungkook giggling as he stepped up behind you.

She was friendly at first, polite smiles and kind eyes, until she heard the name the reservation was under. The minute Jungkook’s name spilled from his lips, the hostess went cold, stiff. Her disgust was blatant as she openly glared at him, gaze dragging up and down his form before doing the same to you. Before you could ask what was wrong, she snatched up the menus, giving a curt “Right this way, Mr. Jeon” before turning on her heel, leading you both to the back of the parlor.

A warm palm at the small of your back had you turning to look at Jungkook, seeking comfort in his gaze, but instead he was focused on the woman in front of you, eyes arctic and emotionless. He guided you to follow the hostess weaving between tables, and it was only once you were both seated that she addressed him again, voice pitched low. “You may have other people’s respect around here, but not mine. I know who you are and what you do. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Placing a menu down, she turned to face you, vitriol lacing her voice. “You should be, too. Out with a man like this, flaunting yourselves? It’s offensive.”

You weren’t sure how long you had sat in shocked silence when she made her exit, the menus laying unopened on the table. She had put you in the very back of the room, in a darkened corner, something you would normally disapprove of - but once seeing the look on Jungkook’s face, you were glad not to have an audience.

“What in the fuck was her problem?” you scoff, reaching a hand to lay on top of his own. “Jungkook, don’t listen to that shit. She has no idea what she’s talking about.”

He was still silent, his free arm clenching and unclenching slowly on top of the delicate lace tablecloth. He hadn’t looked up at you since the hostess had left, but you could see the unchecked rage sparking his eyes, the calculated way he was chewing his lip. His mind was racing, and you weren’t sure where it would land - but you wanted him to know you were here.

“We don’t have to stay, babe. We can go somewhere else for high tea,” you murmured, smoothing a thumb over the inked words on his knuckles. “Or, we can go shopping, have our own high tea with unlimited tiny sandwiches and desserts, where no judgmental bitches are allowed.”

He snorted then, the corner of his lip turning. “So what, then you won’t come to your own high tea?”

You had flicked his hand then with a laugh, moving to interlace his fingers with your own, and after a few whispered declarations of love, he had lifted you from your seat, stopping to twirl you once before guiding you to the front of the parlor to exit.

He only turned back once he was sure you were safe outside the door, mumbling a “gimme a minute” before he was darting inside, tall form stalking towards the hostess yet again. You weren’t sure what he had said to the woman, but you could see her face - the fear that pooled in her eyes - and you knew it was enough.

It had been two days since the incident, and Jungkook had been off since. Instead of any usual errands, he had holed you both up in the apartment, nesting and appeasing you with copious cheese snacks and shirtless cuddles on the couch. You had tried to gently ask if he wanted to talk more about it, prompt him in quiet moments and in the protection of your arms, but he always skirted around it, insisting everything was fine, instead pulling you in for a kiss and a reminder that he loves you.

It made your heart ache, to see the man that you love so much, the twin flame to your soul feel like he couldn’t open up, couldn’t untangle the threads in his mind. He was always worrying about you, taking extra precautions in his work and personal life to ensure your safety, and you found yourself wishing desperately that he would let you take care of him for once.

He had never been good at keeping his emotions hidden.

You turn your eyes to the screen once more, catching the end of the episode, the screen cutting to black just as Naruto yells “I’ll never let my comrades die!”, which was a pretty good sign that you had been spacing out in thought for longer than you meant to. As the ending credits played, you nudged Jungkook with your shoulder, turning to face him.

“Babe?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay?”

“Well, it’s just - I gave you the perfect opener to roast me about my love for Kakashi and you didn’t take the bait,” swinging your legs into his lap, you move your arms to drape loosely around his neck. “Didn’t even blink. Doesn’t sound like the Jungkook I know.”

He hums then, palming your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Why?”

Internally, you sighed. You knew this wasn’t the case, but it also seemed that every attempt to discuss things had been thwarted by the beautiful man one way or another. You needed him to feel ready to open up, to feel vulnerable - and as you stared at the strong, toned arm now touching you, an idea clicked into place.

He grunts an affirmation, turning to face you, inked hands smoothing a path up your legs. There’s a smirk on his face, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re right, I was distracted. I was thinking-”

Pressing a finger to his lips, you shush him. “First of all, I’m always right. Haven’t you learned that by now?”

Jutting his chin, he nips at the digit, trapping it between the edges of his teeth. “Sounds fake.”

“Second of all..” you continue, voice husky with a new bead of lust pooling low in your gut. You drag your finger over the plush flesh of his lip before sliding lower, tapping his chin once before you grip his jaw tightly. The responding hiss he gives makes you smirk deviously. “No more thinking. I think it’s time for more distractions.”

Jungkook whines lowly as you move to straddle his lap, your palm still clutching his mouth to pull him closer to you. Your free hand smooths the hair out of his face, nails raking lightly against his scalp.

“Is that okay?” your lips ghost against his own, close enough that he could capture them into a kiss if he wanted, but instead he nods his head, eyes heavy with longing.

Threading your fingers around his midnight locks, you give one sharp tug, exposing his intricately tattooed throat as he keens once more. Releasing his jaw, you drop your head, mouth puckered and planting a kiss on his pulse point. “I wanna hear you say it.”

Jungkook’s chest is heaving, pulse galloping wildly beneath your palm. He hitches a breath, swallowing thickly. “Fuck, baby. Yes, yes that’s okay,” he rasps, words needy and rushed.

Large palms cup your ass, pulling you closer until you are flush against him, and you moan against his neck as he kneads the flesh, his hips raising off the couch. His tongue finds the juncture between your neck and shoulder, and your eyes roll back as he nibbles and licks at the tender skin.

Giving in for a moment, you enjoy the feeling of Jungkook’s mouth on your heated body, the warmth of his lips and tongue igniting a fever in your bones, his hands still pulling at the globes of your ass until you were dragging your core over his clothed cock.

It was a deep growl from his chest that brought you back, lifting your head away from his dangerous mouth. This was supposed to be about him relaxing, but if you continued down this path, you knew you’d be lost under his spell.

With great effort, you step off of his lap, knees wobbly as you untangle yourself from Jungkook’s form, though the sight before you makes you want to collapse. Jungkook looks beyond fucked out, eyes dark and shining with desire, his lips ruddy and shining with overuse. He’s panting, his black t-shirt seemingly straining against heaving muscles, the imprint of his cock evident and thick even through his sweatpants.

God, you wanted to ruin him.

“Lay down for me,” you husk, throat painfully dry. You watch as he does what he’s told, laying until his whole body is now on the couch, his umber gaze never leaving yours.

“Good boy.”

He rolls his eyes then, but his cheeks flush, the praise affecting him despite his embarrassment. “Don’t make fun of me, babe. I’m a very powerful man.”

Chuckling, you move to slide off your sweatpants, stepping out of them and your panties once they hit the floor. A quick flick of your wrist has your top discarded across the room - and leaves you bare before Jungkook.

“I know you are. But I also know you like it when I take care of you, hmm?” you move closer, hovering just by the edge of where he’s laying, planning your next step.

Jungkook can’t take his gaze off of you, doe eyes obsidian and devouring you whole, darting between your face and splendidly naked form. His hand grips his bulge , palming himself as he hisses in response.

Climbing over his lap once more, you pause before settling, instead gripping the edges of his shirt to pull over his head, tossing it errantly. Drinking him in, you trace the lengths of his abdomen, grazing over his nipples before following the inked lines down his arms, hands intertwining. Dropping your hips, you roll them once against his hardened cock, moaning at the friction before you move his arms to rest above his head.

“Leave these here,” you order, but there’s no bite, only softness as you trace back the lines of his palms, the underside of his biceps. He was peering down, wanting to watch your every move, regarding you with admiration as you leaned forward, pressing a wet kiss to his collarbone.

You take your time, dragging your lips back and forth along the planes of his toned chest, nipping and suckling reddened blemishes on his skin, relishing in the sounds he was making for you - just for you. A quick glance told you that he’s behaving, arms still perched above his head and draped onto the side of the couch, though twitching when you would reach a sensitive spot with your mouth. His eyes are closed, bottom lip tucked beneath his teeth, and when you lap at the hollow of his throat, his brow furrows in strain, as if it took every effort to not reach down and pull you closer to him.

Seeing him blissed out beneath you, relinquishing his control despite his body screaming at him not to has heat flooding your veins, your cunt clenching in desire. If there was one thing that turned you on more than Jungkook existing, it was pleasing him until he forgot his own name.

With a groan, you lift your lips to press against his own, gasping when his tongue immediately slides into your mouth, tangling with yours. Jungkook always kisses with such passion, hunger edging in every suckle and nibble of your pout, lips moving in tandem. For a moment, you allow yourself to drown in it, relishing the taste of him, kissing him until you’re forced to pull away for air.

Pressing your forehead to his, you pause, allowing you both time to breathe, your hand rising to cup the silk line of his jaw. His eyes look pained, brows pulled taunt as he looks up at you, and you can feel the sinew muscle beneath your palm twitch.

Nuzzling against his nose once, twice, you press a chaste kiss against his lips once more. “Jungkook,” you breathe, searching his gaze. “It’s okay. I’m with you, I got you,”

He swallows thickly, nodding. “I know, babe, I know you do.” He leans forward, chasing your mouth, tugging your bottom lip lightly between his teeth before dropping. “I just, I hate that she said that to you, that you get treated differently because of me, because of who I am-”

Hushing him with a kiss is much more effective than with your words, and you continue to lick into his mouth until he's groaning beneath you once more, your name a whispered mantra on his lips.

“I don’t care what she thinks, what anyone thinks. I know you, Jungkook, and I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. So much.”

It was only once the yearning and eagerness came back to light his eyes that you continue, sitting up on all fours so you could crawl upwards. Hips dangling precariously above his face, you could see a quirk of his eyebrow before he looked up at you once more, gaze dripping in wonder.

“You gonna sit on my face, hmm? Let me taste you?” he rasps, hands moving from their invisible restraints to slide up the outside of your thighs. You let him explore for a brief moment, savoring the sensation of calluses dragging against your soft skin, before you grab his wrists, pinning them back above him.

“Only if you’re a good boy for me.”

A giggle escapes you at his expression, but before he could protest you lower yourself to his mouth, letting out a sigh when puckered lips immediately latch onto your throbbing clit. He drags his tongue against it before tugging it between plush lips, suckling harshly, your eyes rolling back as you grip the couch to steady yourself.

“Fuck, Jungkook,”

Grinning against your core, he alternates his attack, lapping your wetness, licking the length of your vulva before focusing again at the hardened bud at your apex. Just when your thighs start to tense, your high within reach, he moves back to tonguing your slickened core slowly, moaning as he tastes you like a man starved.

Reaching down, you grab a fistful of his hair, pulling him closer to your aching center, briefly regretting your decision to not let him touch you - but too stubborn to lift the request. “You’re so good, baby.” you mewl, hips rutting against him. “So good to me, I’m so close, please don’t stop.”

Jungkook’s tongue lashes against your cunt with a renewed fervor, your praise spurring him on with the only goal being to satisfy you. As the band in your stomach tightens, your thighs start trembling, making him groan against you before focusing on your clit, the vibrations of his mouth proving to be too much alongside the onslaught of his suckled kisses.

With a cry of his name you tumble over the edge, releasing the pent up orgasm with a flood of liquid arousal, Jungkook lapping up every drop as you give it to him. He’s whispering praise all the while, telling you how good you did for him, how delicious you taste - taking care of you even as he guides you through the crest. Feeling weak as you come down, you shudder a breath, hand reaching to stabilize you on the couch edge long enough to move away from that dangerous mouth of his.

“God, that was so hot, Y/N, you’re so good to me,” his voice is rough, gravelly with misuse. Unable to stop himself, his arms come to cradle your shivering form to his chest, laying you completely on top of him.

You give in, allowing yourself time to catch your breath and regain stability in your wobbling bones. His hand smooths against your hair, cooing softly at you. When you feel firmly returned to earth, Jungkook shifts, moving as if he wanted to pin you beneath him.

“Are you going to be good for me now?” he smirks, eyebrow raised in cocky defiance, the kind only earned from having the skills to back it up.

Returning the smile, you shake your head, pushing his chest back down to the couch. “Absolutely not, who said I was done with you?”

A retort dies on his lips at the sight of you slinking down his legs, hands pulling his sweatpants on your descent, his cock red and dripping in precum as it slaps taunt against his abdomen. Sucking a digit into your mouth, you pull it out with a lewd pop to trace lightly up and down his length, stopping to swirl it around the leaking head.

The thick cords of muscle in his tattooed clad thighs tense at the light touch, and his hips rise to chase the contact. “Baby, you’re going to kill me, please,” he whines, and it’s sweet music to your ears.

“Hmm, want me to touch you? To taste you?” you murmur, dropping your head to kiss lightly up his shaft - just enough pressure to let him know you were there, but not enough for any sort of relief.

“God, I want you so fucking bad,” he mumbles frantically, words tying around his tongue thickened with lust. “Please, baby. I’d do anything. You want me to beg? I’ll get on my knees,”

He cuts off with a moan when you slip the tip into the molten heat of your mouth, worshiping the sensitive flesh with your tongue, sucking gently. He’s bucking now, desperate to feel more, but you pull back enough to not allow his cock to sink further into your mouth, content to lap at the reddened head until he was dripping.

Savoring the hardened lines of his body and the lecherous way he was looking at you for a moment longer, you finally acquiesce, dragging your mouth down his shaft until you could nuzzle the hairs at his pelvis. The growl that rumbled through his chest was your reward, his hands now sliding through your hair to tug at your scalp.

“Fuck, so good,” he babbles, gulping for air. “Feels so good, you’re so good to me.”

Pacing yourself, you glide up and down, tongue swirling around velvet steel as you take him fully, one hand cupping around his base. While his length was impressive, it was the girth that took you time to adjust to, and once you were used to the heaviness on your tongue you increase your speed, taking him as far back into your throat as possible before swallowing around him.

Jungkook cries out, your name tumbling from his lips as his hands tighten in your hair. He thrusts shallowly up into your mouth once, twice, before he hisses, pulling you off of him with a grunt.

“I-I can’t, you can’t keep doing that,” he stutters, licking the salt off his lips. “If you do, I’m going to come.”

Grinning, you slide your fist that had been holding him steady up his shaft, squeezing lightly. “What if that’s what I want? What if I want you to make a mess for me?”

The cock in your hand pulses at your words, and pride swells in your chest, a wicked light brimming in your eyes. “Jungkook?” your free hand moves to cradle the weight of his balls, massaging gently. “Would you let me?”

He whines, head slamming back into the pillows as he gives in to your tease. “Did I mention that you’re going to be the death of me? Because if not, I would like to make sure that statement is on record.”

“Well, that’s not an answer.”

Bucking his hips, his hands slide from your hair to rest on top of your own. “Yes,Y/N. I’d let you do whatever you want to me. I’d let you wreck me thoroughly and I’d thank you for it when it was over,” he pants, before pulling your grip off his throbbing arousal.

Pouting, you watch with narrowed eyes as he sits up, his inked palm coming to caress your cheek. “But right now,” he timbers, voice low, “I want nothing more than to feel you, bury myself inside you. To have your tight pussy squeezing around me as I come. ”

Tracing the lines of your lips, he leans to ghost his mouth against yours, breath intertwining. “Will you let me?” he whispers, imitating your words, nosing down to your pulse point, your throat. A surge of desire had your thighs pressing together, your nipples pebbling as he scorches your neck with the fire of his tongue.

Shoving him down, you straddle him once more, wasting no time to reach behind you to firmly grasp his cock and sheath it into your awaiting heat. You both moan at the plunge, his thickness stretching you deliciously until the pressure ebbed into pleasure.

Once you are fully seated, you lean over him, watching his face intently as you roll your hips gracefully, slowly. Jungkook angles up far enough to pull a nipple into his mouth, encircling it with tongue until you were groaning for him. Inked arms snaked down to grasp at the meat of your ass, dragging you back and forth, your engorged bundle of nerves grinding deliciously against his pelvis. You couldn’t help but to keen loudly, gasps for air becoming more desperate as your unhurried pace tortures you both into delirium.

It’s then he speaks, tone husky as he admires you. “You are so perfect, so beautiful, baby,” he presses swollen lips into your neck, your collarbone, your breast. “Perfect for me.”

His hands slide up to grasp your hips, fingers pressing so deep you were sure they’d leave small bruises in his wake. Moving to plant his feet firmly against the couch, he starts to thrust up into you, his assault relentless as his tight grip pins you in place. Crying out, you throw your head back, eyes closing against the euphoria of him stroking every sensitive spot inside of you on each plunge.

“So good, taking me so good,” he croaks, voice thick with lust. “God, look at you. Falling apart for me.”

You clench then, tightening around his cock and making him choke on a moan. “I can make you fall apart for me t-too,” you breathe, placing your hands on his broad chest to help you meet each snap of his pelvis.

“I know you can, baby. You can make me do anything,” his eyes meet yours then, intense and overflowing with admiration. “I worship you, f-fuck. Love you, I love you so much.”

You try to hold eye contact, but his pace is relentless, his cock filling you to the brim, ravaging you with stamina only he could possess. “I love you too, Jungkook,” moaning, you start to meet each thrust, chasing your high.

He can tell you’re close, tell by the way your eyes are squeezed tight, your cheeks blooming pink, mouth agape in a silent scream. He sits up, settling you onto his lap so he could be face to face with you. “Open your eyes, I want to see you,” he hisses, hands still guiding you to bounce on his length. “I wanna watch you come for me, wanna come with you.”

Prying open your heavy lids, you meet the matchbook fire in his gaze, feeling yourself tighten around him at the carnal lust he assaults you with. You were close, so close, and when he whines out another melody of your name, you feel the thinned band finally snap, throwing you into your second orgasm.

Jungkook fucks you through it, composure lost when you clench around him like a vice, and he reaches his peak as you’re coming down, groaning as he spills himself inside of you. It takes his hips a moment to catch up, stuttering a few final snaps before resting, and then he’s tugging you down to him, pressing your form tightly to his own.

Heavy panting filled the room, and you let the rhythmic beating of his heart bring you back to earth, lull you until your eyes were heavy with fatigue. Jungkook was still inside you, and you could feel him softening though he made no indication of moving. An inked hand rose to sink into your hair, scratching your scalp soothingly.

“You’re the best at distractions,”

“I know.”

Licking his dry lips, he whistles lowly. “Spend the night with me?”

You chuckle, sliding your palm to rest on his chest. “I live here, you dummy.” Humming, you trace the patterns of the designs etched into his skin serenely . “We should still talk about it, though. What’s bothering you.”

He stiffens beneath you, letting loose a shaky breath. Silence envelopes you both, so you continue. “You know I have no regrets about the choices I made, about choosing you. I can protect myself. And I’ll always defend you, Jungkook.”

“I know,” he starts, tone shifting. “I always knew my lifestyle would bring some challenges, and I was ready to face them. But when it affects the people I love - when it affects you - I just,” he pauses, chewing on his lip as he searches for the words. “I just hate it. I know you don’t need me to, but it makes me want to shield you from the world. Lock you away with me, safe from everything. Just the two of us.”

Your heart squeezes tightly at his words, at the sincerity in his voice. You don’t like that he’s worried over you, but you also understand that this is just him, his heart. He will always want to shelter those he loves from pain, and it’s one of the million reasons you trusted him with your life - loved him so deeply.

“We’ve done a pretty good job at that the last few days, I think,” you smirk, resting your chin on his chest to meet his eyes. “We can get through anything as long as we’re together, you know?”

Jungkook grins then, one of his wide ones that crinkles his nose and shows off his teeth, and the rush of love that hits your veins makes you dizzy.

“I know, baby.”

You continue to talk for a few more moments, content to be wrapped up in his embrace, despite the fact that you were both nude and in great need of a shower. When you finally move to stand, stretching your limbs over your head, another thought crosses your mind.

“Wait, I need to know - what did you tell the hostess that day? At the tea parlor?”

Jungkook rises to full height next to you, hair sweaty and flopping into his eyes. He tilts his head, expression sliding into one more serious. “I told her that I was glad she knew who I was, because then she knew what would happen if she ever so much as looked at you the wrong way again…” he trailed off, stepping closer to give you a glimpse of his cold glare, a small taste of the power he possessed.

“And that is I would leave her a terrible review on Yelp. I’m talking abysmal, zero stars, and a detailed essay on just how unprofessional she was. Tell all my friends to do the same. She’d be lucky to have a job by the end of the week when I was through.”

You stare at him wide eyed for a beat before laughter overtakes you, arms rising to slide around his neck, pulling him closer. He was trying - and failing - to keep the serious look on his face, eyes glittered with mischief, chuckles rumbling low in his chest. Pecking the side of his upturned pout, you sigh dreamily.

“My hero.”

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erza-haninozuka · 3 years

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She Waits

Characters: Takashi Morinozuka x Reader

Words: 1,343

Warnings: Hurt to comfort, mentions of divorce.

A/N: Welcome to day three! Today’s song is a song from the last concert I attended. Honestly the meaning of this song is what really helped the idea since Rob wrote this about his parents divorce and his father leaving his mother. Since the last two days have been angsty I really wanted to give you all something hopeful today.

The morning you woke there was a painful silence throughout the house, and the side which your husband slept on was made.

A small frown tugged at the corner of your mouth as you pulled yourself from the bed, heading for the kitchen to not be greeted by the sounds of a coffee pot. Your eyes darted around the room as you turned, looking for any sign of him before checking the garage.

His car was gone and there was no note left anywhere.

This isn’t like him, you thought to yourself before grabbing your phone and sending him a text.

While you waited for a response you started on the coffee and making a simple breakfast. And by the time it was ready you placed yourself at the table, watching the morning news.

And slowly the seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours.

A response never came.

Knots began to build in your stomach as worry settled in your mind, the worst weighting your mind down as you paced before finally calling him.

It rang before finally going to voicemail, and with your voice trembling you left a message.

Again no response came, and you poured your thoughts into a glass before sipping on your wine, the house eerily quiet as you gave up on attempting to distract yourself.

Nothing was working so chose to sip some wine and sit in the living room, waiting for his return or even for a knock at the door.

Along the way your body gave up and your eyes closed, giving in to resting.

By the next morning you finally received a response. Just two simple words is what it took to shatter your world.

I’m done.

The phone dropped to the floor, the sound falling on deaf ears as the tears began to stream down your face, body shaking as a new series of questions swirled around in your head. But you had to quickly pull yourself together as your phone began to ring, answering and heart breaking all over again at the sound of his voice.

He slowly began to piece it all together as he explained why.

He may have said it was because he no longer loved you but it was because of the woman’s voice in the background.

You now knew why for the past few months he wouldn’t dare touch you or give you any sort of affection. He didn’t dare to meet you halfway, making you pick up the slack and give your all into the relationship.

The truth was getting hard to swallow, but you agreed, ready to let the marriage that you worked so hard on come to an end.

The man you loved never dared return to your shared home, leaving you to pack up all his belongings and mail them out.

The house began to feel empty, the life you built vanished and would never continue.

As the months rolled by you had learned to accept what had happened, but you were unsure if you could ever fall in love again.

And when the new year rolled around, you had to get out of your house.

It was no longer a welcoming or warm place for you to be, so you ventured out to a local coffee shop, almost bumping into a tall man with dark hair as you attempted to go inside.

“Oh god I am so sorry.”

Taskashi flashed you a gentle smile, “No it’s alright, are you okay?”

Before you could hold your tongue, your answer slipped out without warning, “No not really.”

He hummed and held the door open for you, “You seem like you could use someone to talk to. I’ll get you a coffee.”

You blinked, surprised by just how genuine he seemed. You walked into the shop, the smell of coffee washing over you as you placed your order.

Takashi paid for your drink before leading you to a table by the windows.

“I’m sorry for my bluntness earlier. It’s just my hus- ex husband left me and the divorce was finalized a few months ago. It was a big shock at first and still kind of is, but my house just doesn’t feel so homey anymore. I keep convincing myself he’ll return but he won’t and I know that.” Your eyes began to water at the thought of it all but you quickly kept them locked away and sipped your coffee before sighing, not quite sure why you were telling a stranger about all of this.

Takashi frowned gently, “I’m sure that must’ve been hard. I’m sorry that you had to go through all of that.” He gulped thickly, not entirely sure what else would be the right thing to say right now. But something inside him wanted to tell you everything you wanted to hear. He shifted slightly before speaking again, “If your home doesn’t feel like a home, why haven’t you left?”

“I’ve been looking for a new place. It’s been a bit difficult because of the holidays, I’m just hoping it’ll be easier now…” You let out a sigh, “Although I guess it’s a good thing it’s over. When I look back at it now, I see the marriage wasn’t stable. Even before he began to give up, I was mostly the reason it went on for so long. It’s just he seemed to love me- he did love me.” You shook your head, “I’m so sorry to be dropping this all on you.”

He reached across the table, gently grabbing your hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze, “Don’t be. I’m sure this has been difficult. Just take it a day at a time and keep moving forward. I’m sure you’re a strong woman and will get through this.”

You smiled gently, making Takashi’s eyes widened slightly. It may have been a small smile, but it was the first he’d seen from you.

Takashi returned the smile before looking back at the menu, “Would you like something to eat?”

“Oh you’ve already paid for my coffee, you don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t mind, I want to.”

You shook your head, “I really can’t have you do that. First the coffee and then listening to me.”

“I know I don’t have to but I want to. If you’re hungry I can get you something. I’m a bit hungry myself.”

You shook your head, not wanting this stranger to spend anymore money on you.

He nodded, “Alright. I’ll be right back.”

You watched as Takashi headed over to the counter, placing an order. You couldn’t help but watch this kind man wait patiently as they took down his order and began to get it prepared.

He glanced back, flashing you a smile, making you blush slightly before returning your attention to your coffee.

In no time he was returning, a sandwich and ships being placed onto the table before him.

“If you want any of this I don’t mind sharing.”

You shook your head again, “Thank you though.”

He hummed in response, watching as your eyes would dance from the chips to the drink in your hands.

“Takashi.”

“Hmm?”

“My name.”

Your eyes widened, “Oh my god, I totally forgot to introduce myself, I am so sorry, I’m Y/N.”

He smiled, “It’s nice to meet you Y/N.”

“Likewise.”

He smiled and moved to take a bite of his sandwich, chuckling when your hand finally moved, hesitating at the plate for a chip.

He gave you a nod that it was okay, and in a matter of seconds you grabbed it and happily ate it.

That afternoon the two of you sat at that table, growing a bit more comfortable as you talked and laughed.

Slowly Takashi gave you hope.

He gave you the hope that you could move on and love someone else- that someone else would love you.

And that’s just what he did, the tall stranger you bumped into at a coffee shop captured your heart, and just a few years later you would call him your second husband.

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thecheesebar · 2 years

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Deserving ~ Part Five

Characters: Taehyun as Bucky x reader

Genre: Romance

Word Count: 1388

Synopsis: Taehyun’s been through a lot, his past seeming to never leave him. He wants to move on but does he deserve it?

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“Hey, there’s your boy-toy,” your coworker’s voice rings out from beside you motioning with her head where he’s seated.

Confused, you look towards his spot and he smiles at you, you grin back but glance at the clock. He was earlier than usual. Curious, you leave your spot at the counter.

“You’re early?”

“Yeah, I guess I was just really hungry today,” he said scanning the menu, “or maybe I just wanted to see you,” he adds, eyes never leaving the menu.

You can’t help but give a little laugh at him, “Ah I see.” He puts the menu down and finally meets your eyes.

“So the usual? Or did you want to try something new today?” You ask, taking out your pad and pen. He ends up ordering the usual and you go to put the order in.

When you come back with the meal you place it on the table. You give him one last smile before turning around but something stops you. Spinning back around you look down at his hand that suddenly was wrapped around your wrist. He motions to the chair opposite him. “Sit with me.”

You shake your head, “I’m working.”

“Take your break,” he suggests.

You glance around the room. It was pretty slow and then you made eye contact with your coworker who was already busy wiggling her eyebrows at you, while motioning for you to sit with him.

You softly chuckle, shaking your head at her antics before sitting across from him. “Only for a little bit,” you say and he smiles. He holds his sandwich out for you to bite and you shake your head again, already having eaten that morning.

While he munched on his sandwich you couldn’t help but look at his hands which were covered with the gloves he always wore. “You know just cause I’m not looking at you doesn’t mean I can’t see you,” he says and you flinch a little, realizing you’ve been caught.

“You know, I have so many questions.”

“Yeah, most people do,” he says, taking another bite. You watch in silence for a moment before bringing your hands up and propping your chin up with your hands.

He looks at you puzzled, “aren’t you going to ask something?”

“Nope.”

A confused smile tugs on the edges of his lips as he takes another bite. “Actually I do have one question,” he puts his sandwich down waiting for your next words.

“What’s your favorite movie?”

He chuckles at your random question much like the last night, before simply answering “inception.” Your expression changes into surprised, “what really? I thought it’d be some old timey, black and white movie.”

“Hey, I keep up with the kids,” he says, which makes you laugh. “Okay, okay. Well then that’s what we’re going to watch on our next date,” his head perks up at the mention of date.

“Oh I see you’re already planning it.”

“Yup, and it’ll be the best date you’ve ever had, you won’t even know what hit you.”

“Alright, well I’ll make sure to keep that in mind, and I’ll give you a rating at the end,” he joked.

“Okay, deal,” you say laughing. As you calm down you notice a blonde woman enter the building. She glances around before eyeing your table and she instantly starts making her way over. She stands by your table and you both look up at her. There was just something about her that screamed confidence, it was quite intimidating. You turn your attention to Taehyun, noticing his mood change and you watch as his jaw tightens while she stares back at him with a smirk.

You, sensing the thickness in the air, quickly excuse yourself, “I should get back to work,” you mumble leaving the table. You peek behind you and watch as the woman sits down in your spot.

“Who’s she?” Your coworker asks, staring daggers at the woman. “I don’t know.” You respond before ushering her away and focusing back on your work.

“Chaeyoung,” Taehyun sighs, already exhausted from just the sight of her, “what do you want?”

“Woah, no hey buddy. No, how’s it going? No, sorry I fell off the map and never called.”

“How did you find me?”

“We have our resources.”

He leaned back against the chair and stared at her frustrated. He knew what this was about, it’s what it always is about. Just when he thought he was done he always gets sucked back in. “That stare isn’t going to intimidate me,” Chaeyoung says, crossing her arms.

“What do you want?” Taehyun repeats.

The smirk finally comes off her face and she leans forward placing her hands on the table. With a lowered voice Chaeyoung says, “I have a mission for you.”

Taehyun firmly shakes his head, not even waiting for her to continue. “No, no more, I’m done with that. I have a life here, I have important things here,” his eyes flick to where you were standing helping another customer.

Chaeyoung follows his gaze and smiles, “you surprise me. I never expected you to fall for a waiter,” her eyes size you up before she continues, “she is pretty though,” she says before bringing her eyes back, “does she know about you?”

Taehyun nods, and Chaeyoung looks even more surprised, “are you serious?”

“What, shocked?”

“Yes and I’m honestly impressed you trust someone enough like that,” she glances at you for a second time before looking back. “You’re not worried?”

His brow furrowed together, not fully understanding her question.

“No, nothing. If you’re not worried, you’re not worried,” she says changing the topic. “But this mission is important.”

You watch from afar trying to be inconspicuous as Taehyun’s conversation with the woman goes on. Noticing how his facial expressions seem to get harsher as the woman continues, you realize they must be talking about something serious. After some time you see her get up and you quickly avert your eyes focusing on the counter. You hear her heels echo against the floor until they stop right in front of you and you look up.

With a smile she tilts her head and says, “keep him sane, will you?” Her presence is so intimidating that all you can do is nod in response and she lets out a, “good,” before smacking the table and turning around exiting the diner. After being frozen in place, trying to understand what just happened, you go back to Taehyun to get some answers.

“What was that about?” You question, sliding back into the seat.

“She’s an agent or she was, she needs me for a mission,” he says with eyes glued to the cup in front of him. “It’s going to be for a couple of days,” you nod again trying to hide your disappointment. Staring back at him you can tell so many things are swirling around in his head. You want to ask, you want to help him, but you don’t want to overstep.

It’s his voice that brings you back from your thoughts, “I don’t like hurting people,” he breathes out.

“Taehyun, no one does. But these people, are they doing bad things?”

His eyes raise up, finally meeting yours, “yes.”

“Are they dangerous?”

“Yes.”

“Could what they’re doing bring danger to so many more families?”

He nods at that last question. “Well there you go, think of it as saving, protecting even more people.”

You notice his facial expressions change and you’re not sure what to make of it. “Did I say something wrong again? Should I tell you not to go?” You ask, genuinely worried that you’ve messed up again. Taehyun gently shakes his head, “you could never say the wrong thing,” he leans forward and places a small kiss against your cheek.

You can’t help the hand that subconsciously reaches up, touching the spot where his lips were a couple seconds ago.

“I have to get ready for the mission, but when I get back…I’m counting on that perfect, amazing date,” he says, making the baffled expression on your face quickly change into an excited one.

You nod more energetic now and he grins, standing up. “I’ll see you in a few days,” he says and you watch as he leaves the diner. Eyes following until he’s disappeared behind the corner.

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itsthestutterforme · 3 years

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Sacrifices (Supernatural)

Summary: Y/N copes after Crowley sacrifices himself// mentions of death and depression

Characters: Crowley x reader, Dean x reader, Angry!Sam x reader

"What else is needed for the spell?" Crowley asks me. "Just one thing. The hardest thing. The sacrifice of a soul," you answer. We were in the endgame now. We needed to kill Lucifer before he could corrupt Jack anymore than he already did.

Dean, Sam, Cas and Mary worked to distract Lucifer while you and Crowley worked on the spell. Crowley stares at you a little longer than what you're used to.

Which leads you to think that something went wrong or something is about to go wrong. "What happened?" "Nothing happened," "Then why are you staring at me?" "Because I love you."

You stop doing the spell for a moment and lock eyes with him. "I love you too," he finds a sense of relief in your words. Love isnt something that was reciprocated to him before.

"What is this about, Crowley?" "Just make sure the spell is ready." You eye him skeptically and after a few seconds, you knew what he was going to do.

He stands up to walk away, you hold him back by the hand. You stand up and wrap your arms around him. He slowly wraps his arms around waist and you tighten your grip aroubd him.

"I'm proud of you." He squeezes you and kisses the top of your head before pulling away. You watch with wide eyes when Crowley walks up to Lucifier. "You know you can't beat me, Crowley." "I know," he says.

Crowley looks at you before stabbing himself with the demon blade. "No!" you yell. The light flashes in his face before he falls to the ground. His soul is sucked into the spell you were conducting the spell in.

Tears swell in your eyes and you whisper one last incantation and the rip between worlds was starting the shrink. Cas and Mary continued to fight Lucifer and you rush over to pick up Crowley.

You place his body across your shoulder blades and hold one of his legs and arms to keep him steady. Sam and Dean let me go through first. You walk a few feet before setting Crowley's body down and kneeling down next to him.

"You deserved better," you say to him before putting a hand on his chest. You lean your back against the porch of the shack and you look to the tree line in attempt to calm down.

More sobs escaped your mouth and you find yourself leaning your forehead against Crowley's. "I don't care what anybody says. You're a big softie. You were anyway,"

"No!" you look up to see Castiel being faced from behind and killed. Dean was the one who screamed. Castiel's body falls to the ground and the next thing I know, Mary is pushing Lucifier into the rip between worlds and it closed behind here.

It seems that everyone is going to grieve today. Sam looks to you but you transport away to United Kingdom to be buried.

Here you are in power surpressing cuffs, staring at a very angry Sam Winchester. Dean was in the very back, standing there quietly with his arms crossed. You haven't Sam this angry or Dean this quiet, it was starting to freak you out.

"What do you mean you can't bring you can't bring her back? I've seen witches revive themselves with different kinds of spells." he says. "Believe me, I tried." you say. Their silence encouraged you to continue.

"I had a best friend once. Someone that I knew for decades. We went to junior high together and we made arrangements to be roommates in college. But then one night, we were coming back from the gym and we were ambushed by a pack of muts. They had her by the throat, and I froze. I didn't utter a word, and they... tore her apart. I brought her corpse to some abandoned warehouse and tried to revive her for hours, and nothing."

"You think that would be the worst part but no. The worst part of all this was when I had to call her mother. I can still hear her screaming," you add as a few tears escape your eyes.

You quickly wipe them away and Sam says, "What you think you can let a few crocodile tears slip and you're off the hook?" "What the hell is wrong with you? I helped all of you out when you needed a witch and couldn't find Rowena anywhere,"

"You're a friend of Crowley's, we don't know you or your moral code." "Watch your mouth. He sacrificed himself for the spell. For you. The Crowley I knew never would have done that." you snap.

"Do you know what it feels like to lose all hope for saving someone because you're scared of breaking your own heart if you fail?" you add. "Yes," Dean finally says.

You and Sam look to him and he adds, "Sammy, I told you that it was best to let Mom go, and you go a kidnap an ally." "She's not an ally," "She helped us keep Lucifier away from Jack. Yes she is," Dean defends.

"You may have given up on Mom, but I won't. I refuse to do that." Sam says before rushing out of the room angrily. Dean walks towards you with the key to the handcuffs. "I understand why he's angry. I don't blame him for that." you say as he unlocks the cuffs and they clatter on the metal table.

Dean doesn't say anything and you stand up to walk out until your feet stops in their tracks. You turn around and grab a chair to sit down. "What are you doing?" "I know that look all too well. You're not doing so good with coping."

"I'm fine," "Look, I know what it's like to have no one. To be alone in a crowded room because you don't want to burden anyone with your emotions." "Bottling things in won't help," you add.

He stares at you but doesn't say a word. "Come on, I know a cheese steak joint that's open 24 hours," you add, holding out your hand. He looks at you hand for a moment before taking your hand into his. You say an incantation and transport yourself to Philadelphia, PA.

Dean's eyes widen as he tries to stabilize himself. "Why does that feel worse than when angels and demons do it?" "I dunno. Different creatures, different abilities." You say with a shrug before walking inside. Dean follows you in and you greet your buddy.

"Long time no see," "I was starting to miss your pretty face in here, pipsqueak," "Keep yappin' and I'll give toss you a knuckle sandwich, ya punk." You tease. "Missed you too, sweetheart." You and Dean sit and you feel his gaze on you when you take a once over of the menu.

"How you holding up?" Dean asks. "I'm holding, but isn't that a question I should be asking you?" You answer. "I'm holding too," "You don't have to open up if you don't want to. But I'm here to listen when you are." You tell him as he meets your gaze. "Hey, Reggy, can I get one of your famous cheesteaks with ex-" "Extra sauce. Of course, baby doll." "Thanks,"

"You seem to have a good relationship with him," Dean says. "Eh, found a loop hole in his cross roads demon deal. Felt indebted to me every since. I just love his cheesteaks. You should try one." You say. "You're different than other witches." "Really? How?" "You know how to appreciate people and make them feel cared for. Crowley, he.. he was better because of you." Dean says.

Your heart sinks when you hear Crowley's name. Reggy comes around with your philly cheesteak and fries. He sets it on the counter and you say thank you. "No problem baby doll," "How's the daughter doin'?" You ask. "Thinking of becoming a lawyer," "Lawyer? Wow," "Yeah, she wants to be where the action is,"

"I can understand that. I'll wish you luck. Tell her I asked for her alright?" "Sure, you want anything buddy?" Reggy asks Dean. "Uh just a coffee, black." Dean answers. "You got it,"

"There a pie joint just down the street if you want to go there instead." "No, I'm okay here. I just.. don't know where to start." Dean says. "Anywhere."

He clasps his hands together and says, "I'm tired, and I'm pissed. I'm pissed that it always has to be me and Sam that has the save the world when it goes to shit." "Why does it have to be you and Sam?"

"Because no one else will. It's always been like that. And there's always another problem after the next and the next and the next. There's no break. It's like we're stuck in a horror movie." Dean runs his hand through his hair and closes his eyes for a moment.

"Things between you and Sam seem pretty tense since.. nevermind. Sorry," you trail off. "Yeah, things are tense. He never got the chance to grow up with Mom. And when she finally came back, he thought he would have the chance, but... She died and he felt like that was stripped from him." "But that only makes more room for pain and grief. You would think I would be used to it by now bu-"

"The day you get used to death, is that day you stop being human. You can't be afraid to love because of the pain. Love and pain are two sides of the same coin." "Sometimes I should I couldn't feel a damn thing." He croaks, trying hard to keep it together.

You reach out and squeeze his hand comfortably. He slowly meets your gaze and you say, "Me neither,"

#dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #supernatural #crowley x reader

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cal-puddies · 4 years

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caught in between || poly!lashton

idk how many more sexual scenarios i can push, but i am loving on the character and relationship development. @kindahoping4forever cheered your girl on as she always does.

Poly! Lashton: the blow job || daddy’s home || cream pie || take the pleasure, take it with the pain || all at once this is enough || caught in between || take my heart, hit the back || daddy issues || needy || only you know the way that I break || picked all my weeds but kept the flowers

Ash comes home from work early one day, neither you or Luke were expecting him. You just knew he’d been tired a lot and there had been a lot of late nights at the office and him coming in and collapsing in bed with you and Luke. You can only remember one night he spent in his own bed since the three of you had the incredibly intimate night, and that was only because he had zero energy to join you.

You’d made note and made sure anything you and Luke wanted to do was done before he got home. He seemed to need to be with the two of you, re-energized by the closeness, at least enough to get through another crazy day.

But he was in high spirits. He grins at you, calls for Luke and collapses with you on the couch. Luke looks confused when he walks in, handing you a sandwich wrapped in a napkin and a bottle of water and sits on the other side of Ash, taking a bite of his own sandwich.

“Babes.” He grins, “big news! Projects done. Which means I have time for a vacation with

My two favorite people in the world.”

Luke grins wide, “does this also mean we’ll see you at normal times again?”

“Yes, babe, it does.”

“I’ve missed you two.” He quickly grabs Lukes face and kisses his cheek and then yours. “I’m gonna change real quick and then we can talk about where we wanna go.”

Luke’s brain is already working for where they can go, he likes the idea of the beach again, because you in a bikini and Ash half naked for basically the entire trip? Hell yeah. But Ash wasn’t usually too keen on long beach trips. Maybe they could do Vegas though, Luke did love the night life.

Ash comes back, black athletic shorts only, “any thoughts babes?” He asks, sitting back between you.

“I liked the beach house.” You pipe up.

“The beach house was fun.” Ash agrees, “but I’d like to take you two somewhere else.” He drapes his arm across your shoulders. “Vegas?” Ash asks, looking at Luke like he could read his mind.

“Eh.. I dunno if I’m ready to share baby girl like that. Way too many eyes would be all over her. Look at this hot piece of ass.” Luke reaches over and playfully pinches your thigh.

“That’s fair… though, you seem to have trouble keeping your hands to yourself in Vegas.” Ash mentions to him. “We haven’t been to New York in awhile. Shopping’s good, plenty to do, good food… and it’d be nice to actually have you there. That place lacks so much of you two when I go for work.”

“Can I also pitch Hawaii?” Luke asks, “I’ve never been, have you?” He asks you and Ash watches as you shake your head, “and she'd be in a bikini a lot… and that’s a selling point.” He explains.

“That… is also an excellent idea.” Ash agrees, “both of you half naked for the whole trip and sun kissed… pretty girl, thoughts?” He asks.

“Oh… you two can choose. I’ve never been to either.” You shrug, getting up to exit the conversation.

Ash grabs your hand as you breeze by, “no love, it’s for all of us, we can all decide.” He pulls you back into his lap. “You really don’t have an opinion?” He checks.

“All that will matter to me is that I get to be with you guys.” You shrug. Ash squeezes you and kisses your cheek, “if you’re sure babe…” he watches you nod and let’s you go.

That lands you in the small airport a week later. You knew Ash flew private for work, but you weren’t expecting to fly private, probably ever. Your fingers are tangled in Luke’s shirt as you wait, they'd decided on New York and neither of them were aware you’d never flown. But you could feel a panic attack say they were both gonna find out.

“Hey.” Luke says, cupping your chin. “What is it? You’ve been pulling at my shirt for like the last ten minutes.”

“It’s nothing.” You mumble, not meeting his eyes.

“Talk to me.” Luke coaxes.

“No. It’s fine.” You untangle your fingers and walk away from him, a little annoyed he wasn’t more sensitive to your obvious mood change. Ash would pick up on it, even though he might not say anything, but Luke could be oblivious if it would interfere with his own good time.

You sit on the floor in a corner. Away from eyes.

Luke spots you, head between your knees, and he knows it’s more serious than he initially thought. He walks up to Ashton and bumps him gently on his shoulder, “you gonna be on your phone the whole trip, because you’re gonna miss things like… that.” He points toward you and Ash’s eyes snap in your direction.

“No, the second we leave I’m done… what’s wrong there?” He asks, shoving his phone in his pocket.

“I don’t know. I didn’t quite recognize the vibe. She was pulling at my shirt and wouldn't tell me what’s up.” Luke shrugs, but he’s clearly worried now.

“Pulling at your shirt?” Ash asks, still trying to get details and assess you. Luke shows him, twisting his fingers in his own shirt. “Mmkay. Stay here, I'll get it.”

And then ash is in front of you, kneeling, gently running his fingers over the back of your neck. You flinch and he rests his hand there until you look up. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?” He asks quietly.

“I’ve never flown before.” The tears well up and spill over.

“Hey, it’s ok. Why didn’t you say something?” He moves closer.

“You and Luke seemed so excited and I didn’t want to just ask to stay here, I’ve never left the state.”

“Ok. It’s ok to be scared baby, but do you think I would ever do anything to put you in danger? After we’ve said “I love you” without our attention whore boyfriend?”

He watches you smirk, “he’s just so pretty.” You relax a little.

“And nothing but trouble.” Ashton grins. “C’mon, you’ll sit with me. I’ll keep you safe.” He holds his hand out and then the three of you are walking out to the tarmac to board the plane.

Ash sits, and you sit in the seat next to him, it seems a lot more spacious than it looked from the outside, and everything was so expensive looking, from the white leather seats, down to the trim. Ash’s thumb rubs over the back of your hand, and he pulls it to his mouth to kiss it.

Luke stops, rests his hand on your cheek. “You ok?” He murmurs. “You’ve been crying.”

“I’m fine.” You nod, meeting his eyes. He leans in and kisses you. And then is taking a seat across the aisle.

An attendant comes around, “Mr. Irwin, can I get you guys anything before take off?” She asks.

“Yes, we’ll have a whiskey on the rocks.” He points between you and himself, “and he’ll drink whatever you give him, I’m sure.” Ash laughs.

“I’ll do vodka and ginger.” Luke orders.

You spend 65% of the flight in Ashton’s lap, Luke occupying the seat next to you. He’s being as reassuring as possible but every time the plane so much as jostles from turbulence, you’re freaking out. So, he holds you tight, murmurs that you’re ok, and kisses your cheek. “Hope you enjoy this more on the way back.”

You both watch Luke flirt with the flight attendant, and you’d be more worried except you know for a fact that the first thing Luke is gonna wanna do when you get settled is get naked. But you feel the jealousy radiate off Ashton as Luke continues to flirt with her, touching her, making little comments.

“Sucks not to be the center of his world.” Ash murmurs to you. Both of you situated to look out of the window instead of at Luke.

“We’re both still the center of his world.” You assure him, “sometimes he just needs other people in his orbit.” You chuckle.

“He found the only two people that would love each other just to love him.” Ash smirks.

“You don’t believe that?” You challenge.

“I think… Luke is someone who needs attention, and he doesn’t mind sharing my attention with you, but when I focus on you, it can be too much for him.”

“I don’t disagree but I was talking about loving each other to love him.” You chuckle. “I think I would have wound up loving you if we’d met without Luke.” You shrug, daring to actually lean in to look out the window. Ash tightens his grip on you.

“I haven’t thought of it, honestly.” He hums.

And to no one's surprise, Luke whines about wanting to order in, and begging to go down on either of you. Somehow, Luke has become the most submissive, getting himself down to his underwear, unbelieving that either of you wouldn’t want a thing from him at the moment.

“Why didn’t you get the flight attendants number?” Ashton teases, you and him unpacking.

“I didn’t want her.” He whines.

“Coulda fooled us, baby.” Ash laughs. “You couldn’t have been more all over her.”

“What about you two?” He groans.

“Love. The food menus are in the kitchen, top drawer across from the sink. Go find something you wanna eat.” Ash says, shooing Luke.

“Don’t fuck my girl.” Luke warns, narrowing his eyes.

“I’ll do whatever me and our girl wants.” Ash warns, “now go.” Ashton rolls his eyes. “He’s a needy one.” He says when Luke is out of ear shot.

“Not really news.” You chuckle.

“I want to talk to you about something.” Ash mentions moving closer. “I wanna put Luke between us.” His hands push up under the hem of your shirt, “but I think you’ll need to bring it up to Luke.”

“Like?”

“Luke fucks you, while I fuck him.” He says quietly, kissing you. “I know we’ve been playing with the dynamic a little bit. You a little less sub and a lot less pawn, but I don’t think he’ll be able to control himself… having both of us.”

“God.” You sigh, “his hips forced by yours? Will I survive?” You chuckle, rubbing your hands along his biceps.

“To wreck you both would be the goal.” He admits, smiling, pulling you in closer.

“Ooh daddy… keep talking dirty to me.” You grin, reaching for the buttons on his shirt.

“Luke would be so mad if we did anything right now without him.” Ash chuckles.

“And Luke played grab ass with the flight attendant for half the flight… besides, you just taking care of me, no questions asked for the flight today. Really hot, and I’m ready for you to just bend me over this bed and rail me.” You admit.

“Can’t argue with that, now can I?” He chuckles, pressing his lips to yours. “I like this side of you where you ask for what you want.”

“I’ve found I have a better chance of getting what I want, and I dunno… you’ve made me more confident in myself.” You shrug.

“What kind of daddy would I be if I didn’t give my baby what she needed?” He wonders aloud.

“The absolute worst.” You nod.

“I’m not bending you over this bed though.” Ash says, pulling your shirt over your head. You start kissing him and he works on getting the both of you naked before settling in the middle of the bed. He holds his hand out and pulls you into him, swiping the tip of his cock through your wet folds, before pulling you down on top of him. “Figured it’s about time for me to have you like this.” He murmurs, kissing you, “stay quiet for me?”

“Yeah, Ash I will.” You agree, ‘daddy’ didn’t seem appropriate for this kind of intimate.

You tuck your face against ash’s neck as the two of you work together. He groans when your little whines start to reach his ears. “Hey, look at me.” He whispers, waiting for your eyes to meet his. You look up and press your lips to his. He holds the back of your head to hold you close. “Needed this with you.” He murmurs.

“Me too.” You agree, slightly nodding and gripping into him.

“Still gonna fill you with cum for Luke though.” He smirks.

“I’d expect nothing less.” You laugh. “Like this.” You hum, pressing your lips back to his.

“I do too.” He groans. “I never thought we’d get here.” He mumbles into your mouth.

“Fuck.” You whine, head falling back, exposing your neck. Ash moves his lips along your skin, making small marks that’ll be covered by hair or a shirt collar.

“C’mon pretty girl, give it to me.” He murmurs. He can tell you’re close, you’re digging in your nails and letting out small moans. He knows Luke must be able to hear you two, and he’s probably pouting. Not daring to come back and make a scene since he’d been sent away.

“Yeah…” you breathe, nodding your head. “Fill me up Ash. Fill me with your cum.” You moan, you press your cheek to his, letting your whimpers fill his ears.

He groans louder than he means to when you squeeze around him. “Fuck fuck fuck…. always so good.”

“Please ash,” you moan.

“M’right there pretty girl.” He bites your shoulder and you feel the hot cum start to spurt into you, his groan rumbles against your skin. Ash is quickly tilting you back, “keep your hips up for me, wanna keep as much cum as we can in you for Lukey.” He whispers, kissing you. He pulls out slowly and you hold your hips up. He climbs off the bed and grabs your panties, helping you put them back on, he pulls them into place and then helps you off the bed, you watch him clean his cock, and then pull his underwear and a pair of athletic shorts on. He helps you slip his button down on and he chooses a few buttons in the middle to button.

The two of you walk out to the living room, hand in hand and Luke is clearly pouting.

“Did you pick something to eat?” Ash asks, pulling you to the couch to sit with Luke.

“D’you guys fuck?” He retorts.

“I wouldn’t say we fucked, no, but if you’re gonna continue to be a little shit then I’ll happily clean baby girl up.”

You watch Luke’s eyes narrow at Ashton and then he turns and looks at you, his eyes fall to your thighs and he grabs one and pushes it aside, seeing the wet spot seep through the thin cloth. “You full of cum, pretty girl?”

“Yeah.” You nod, watching him.

“I want Thai. Menus on the counter.” He murmurs, eyes not leaving you.

“Mmkay. I’ll order, I trust you’ll take care of the mess?” Ash smirks, he hears Luke’s slurping begin almost immediately after he leaves the room. And he’s not surprised when he walks in and sees you with your ass on the edge of the couch, panties on the floor and Luke on his knees. Ash sits next to you, “Lukey.” He murmurs. “How is it?” Luke's eyes flicker to him momentarily and he grins, he makes eye contact with you while he pushes two fingers in to scoop out cum. “You better give her another orgasm baby.” Ash warns.

Ash enjoys watching you two, he likes Luke on his knees even if it isn’t for him. “Lukey.” You whimper.

Ash gently caresses your face, wanting your attention, “feel good pretty girl? On that already sensitive clit?” He asks, and you nod. “Give her another finger Luke.”

“She’s already got two.” He murmurs.

“She can take 3.” Ash assures him. Luke follows directions and slips a third finger in you, causing you to gasp. Ash kisses your bottom lip, pushes his hand down your body and tangles his fingers in Luke's hair. “Stick your tongue out.” He says to Luke and he does, “now you, my pretty little thing, get your orgasm.” It takes you a minute to get what he means but then you’re working your hips against Luke’s tongue, simultaneously fucking his fingers in the meantime. “That’s it, look at you two.” He grins. “Get yourself off. Use Luke like daddy does.” He encourages. He uses his free hand to pull you into a kiss, swallowing your moans and whimpers meant for Luke. “Look at how bad you want it.” He grins. “Just came for me and now look at how bad you need to cum for Luke. My pretty little sluts.” He grins against your mouth.

Your hips stutter a bit, “fuck, Lukey.” You whine. You relax, resting back into the couch.

Luke continues to work his fingers in and out, gently licking at where your juices are spreading on your thighs and around your opening. He pushes up off the floor and sits next to you, he pulls his fingers out and you holds them up, Ash leans across you and starts sucking on them, his hand pushes over your thigh so he could grab Luke’s cock. When Luke pulls his fingers from Ash’s mouth he leans in and kisses him. You can feel Ash’s hand working on Luke’s cock, the Pre cum leaking onto your thigh.

There’s a knock on the door and Ash pulls from the kiss. “Finish him.” He murmurs, “kiss him. He needs it.” He kisses your cheek and pulls away from both of you.

Luke whimpers and you reach over and grab his cock. His lips immediately find yours. You pull out of the kiss and watch him, watch his face scrunch up, lips part. “Wanna ask you something.” You murmur, kissing on his neck while jerking him off.

“Anything you want, baby girl.” He groans when you swipe your thumb over his slit.

“Wanna put you between Ash and I.” You admit, pulling back as he continues to look for your lips.

“Can we come back to this?” He moans.

“Babes, food.” Ash calls.

“I’m almost there!” Luke whines.

You hear Ash coming back toward you. “Thought I told you to kiss him.” He murmurs to you, reaching over the back of the couch and replacing your hand with his. “Let him cum on you.”

You lean in to kiss Luke like Ash wants and Luke bites your lip and then goes on the suck on it before pulling out to moan. You feel his hot cum coat your thigh, “good boy Lukey.” You grin at him, “thank you.”

Ash swipes his finger tips in Luke's cum and holds them up to your mouth. You suck the cum off Ash’s fingers.

“Let’s get you two cleaned up so we can just relax tonight.” Ash grins.

The next couple days are mostly for relaxing, Ash sleeps in, you and Luke explore all the little shops in the neighborhood, letting Ash get some much needed r&r.

“C’mon babes.” He says, rousing you and Luke from a very snuggly cuddled position on the couch. “We’re gonna do some shopping in the city.” He says, smacking your ass. You yelp, and slowly push up off of Luke. “Go get changed.” And sends you and Luke off.

“Hey, I had a question.” Luke says, pulling on a tight pair of black jeans. ‘Mmm’ you hum, turning to him. “The other night, you said something about getting me between you and ash?”

“Oh, yeah… just like… you’d be getting fucked by him while you fuck me?” You shrug, picking a lacy bra to pull on.

“She says so nonchalantly.” He smirks.

“What? It sounds fun for all of us.” You give him innocent eyes.

“You sure you can take that?”

“The goal would be to wreck you.” You move closer to him and rub your hand over his cock. “You in my tight, wet pussy… ash filling you the way you love.”

He lets out a low groan. “Yeah… yes.” He nods, “let’s do it.”

You bite your lip, “mmmkay, I’ll talk to ash.” You squeeze him and then finish getting dressed and throw on some makeup.

When you walk out ahead of Luke, you grin at Ash, “he agreed.”

It’s actually a long day, a lot of flirting between the three of you, Ash getting you in as much lingerie as possible and you of course showing it off for them, Luke got some new pants that showed off his ass.

“Lukey’s got a nice Peachy ass, huh daddy?” You smirk in the empty fitting room area as Luke shows them off for the two of you. Ash watches as you cock your head to the side and Luke turns back to you two.

“Do we like?” He checks.

“We love, peachy.” You murmur.

“I like that.” Ash admits. “Peachy. They look good.”

“That ass don’t quit.” You laugh.

“No it does not and thank god for it.” Ash laughs.

As Luke’s changing you tug on Ashtons shirt, “can we go home?” You ask quietly, “I’m kinda tired.”

“Of course babe, you wanna get dinner first or go straight home?”

“I wanna go straight home.” Luke mentions, standing in front of you two, ready to go. You nod in agreement.

Ash pulls out his wallet and gives you one of his cards, “you two go check out; and I’ll go order something for delivery.” He hands Luke the few items he was getting and then heads off, while you two head to the registers, card in hand.

“Today was fun.” Luke hums, resting his hand on your back. “Nice to see Ash relaxed.”

“Yeah, it is. Don’t think I’ve ever seen him so relaxed.” You smile at Luke.

“I forget there was what now seems like a whole life before you.” He murmurs and looks at you for a minute, then leans in to kiss your forehead. “But we're lucky to have you and we both know it. We’re better with you.” He assures you. You squeeze your arm around Luke’s waist.

You guys get home as the doorman is leaving the food in the kitchen. Ashton thanks him and tips him and you send Luke to the bedroom with the bags and work on getting plates out.

“You tryin to have Peachy between us tonight?” You ask.

“Yeah, if you’re up for it. You said you were tired.”

“Well… trying to keep up with both of your attention like that was a lot.” You laugh. “And I wanted to get home.” You wink at him, “color preference for the night.”

“Want you in black.” He nods, “and Yeah, guess we don’t usually tag team you with that much attention.”

“It’s usually me and you with Luke.” You laugh.

Ash pulls you into a kiss, “we gotta treat our girl.” He murmurs.

“Y’all are too good sometimes.”

“No such thing, I love taking care of the two of you. Now. I want you to go put on something sexy, black, easy to get off, and then throw on one of my t shirts and we’ll get started with dinner, and I’ll start teasing our boy… peachy.”

You grin and head off, crossing Luke in the hall. “Where are you going?” He asks.

“Just gonna put on something more comfortable to eat noodles in.” You gesture to your tight jeans. He nods and leaves it be, heading back out to Ash.

You take your time choosing the right black lingerie. You know your best features and you know what parts make Luke happiest and what makes Ash happiest, and ultimately it didn’t matter, just a means to an end.

You head back out, swallowed in one of Ashton’s hoodies and take your seat between them. You eat, laughing and making conversation. Very rarely do you have silent moments between the three of you. And then you’re up, “anyone thirsty?” You ask, reaching for a cup.

“Yeah, let’s do wine though.” Ash mentions, getting up too. He comes up behind you and his hands snake up under the hoodie, first feeling along your panties, “crotchless, nice.” He whispers, and then moving his hands up over your body, bare except the lacy push up bra you’d put on. “Daddy approved baby girl.” He nibbles your ear and then goes for a bottle of wine and you grab the glasses. “What do you guys wanna do tonight?” Ash asks, uncorking the wine.

“I think there’s already a plan brewing.” Luke smirks at the two of you. “The question you asked, the peek of lace I saw when you sat down, Ash all over you… tonight’s the night? I’m between you?” He asks.

“Is that what you want peachy?” You ask.

“I honestly couldn’t think of anything I’d want more.”

“I was hoping you’d say that baby boy.” Ash grins. “Logistics might be a little weird at first… but let’s clean up and see what we come up with babes.” Ash smirks.

The bottle of wine makes it to the bedroom, Ash actually grabbed a second. “Want this to be fun, but good.” He admits.

He kisses you first, pulling you in; and it starts slow. Barely open mouths. His hands slowly move down your body, by the time he grabs your ass, it’s open mouth and lots of tongue. He slowly strips the hoodie off of you. He cups your tits and Luke groans, eyes never leaving the two of you. He holds the back of your neck, kissing you harder before pulling out of the kiss. He slowly turns you toward Luke. “She looks good doesn’t she.” He asks Luke.

“She always does.” Luke agrees, timidly stepping closer.

He wasn’t sure if Ash was inviting him, but you reach for Luke and pull him in, “thanks peachy.” You grin into a kiss with Luke. You carefully turn him so he’s between you and Ash. “You want more play baby boy?” You hum against his mouth.

“Uh-Uh, You fuckers have been teasing me since we got home. I’m fuckin ready.” He growls.

“Have patience, peachy.” Ashton tsks, grabbing his cock over his jeans. “You have no clue what this is gonna be like.” His other hand gently ghosts over Luke’s neck.” A lot of stimulation.” He pulls his head back for a kiss while you undo Luke’s jeans. “But should be fun… and, you know I love watching you two.” He nibbles on Luke’s ear. Ash pulls Luke’s jeans down, “why don’t you two get started for me?” He asks, gently nudging Luke forward.

You watch Luke strip, and then he’s scooping his arm behind your back, and pushing you to the bed. He gets you situated on the pillows and leans in for a kiss. “I love having you like this.” He murmurs.

You push your fingers in his curls and he immediately moves on to exploring your body, hands, lips, anything to drink you in… and then he finds out that your panties are crotchless and his face is immediately between your thighs.

“Can’t ever resist a chance to eat, can you baby boy?” Ash smirks, coming over and pulling you into a kiss. He unhooks your bra and pulls it off and you suck in a sharp breath when he plays with your tits.

“This is supposed to be about Luke.” You murmur.

“It's still about Luke.” He murmurs back, pulling his shirt off. He kneels on the bed, holding you in the kiss. “But you gotta feel good too.” He tangle his fingers in Luke's hair and gently pulls him away from you, “don’t need you too worked up peachy, get her panties off and get in there.” He lets go.

“So crude.” You smirk, and Luke's scrambling to do as he was asked. You lift your hips as Luke pulls your panties down. Ash works his jeans off while Luke settles between your thigh, pushing his cock in with no warning. “Fuckk peachy.” You whine.

“You knew it was coming.” He laughs.

“Thought you’d give a girl some warning, maybe a kiss.” You smirk.

“You’re right. I’m sorry baby girl.” He presses his lips to yours, you let out a giggle.

Ash likes that it’s fun so far, it doesn’t always seem so fun in the bedroom. But he likes all the smiling and giggling that’s going on.

Luke starts slow and you’re hyper aware of everything Ash is doing. Grabbing the lube, getting naked getting in the bed. “I’m gonna touch you, peachy.” Ash warns. His hand smoothes over Luke’s ass, and Luke's hips stutter and then he just settles against you, but you don’t mind. You tangle your fingers into his hair and kiss him while Ash works on opening him up. “Think you’re ready.” Ash murmurs, 5 minutes later.

Luke agrees and you watch, him still buried in you, as they work out the logistics and get settled. Luke’s barely holding it together when your thighs are pulled on top of his, with Ash knelt behind him and buried inside as well. His breathing is already shallow and Ash has only pushed in.

“You ok, peachy?” You ask, reaching up to touch his chest.

“Yeah…” he sucks in a sharp breath and closes his eyes as Ash slowly pulls his hips back.

“Daddy filling you so good?” You ask.

“Yeah…” he barely nods, and Ash’s hips press against his.

Ash only gives him a couple more slow, shallow thrusts before he’s picking up the pace and it’s having more of an impact on you. He’s holding one if your thighs, and Luke’s hip. Luke’s holding your hand and the headboard and you are trying to touch him in a soothing way.

Taking Ash was never easy, no matter how many times he’d done it, but it was always worth it.

“You ok baby?” Ash asks, kissing Luke’s neck. Luke nods, “Mmkay.” The first harder thrust doesn’t do a lot for you, but Luke stopped most of the impact. “Relax peachy, the point is to fuck you both.” He reminds him.

And Luke does, because the next one gets you, and as they get harder, Ash does more directing. “Rub her clit baby.” He groans, “you feel so fuckin good.”

When Luke presses his thumb to your clit, you jolt, “fuck fuck fuck fuck.” You moan, “fuck me… fuck us, daddy please.”

He smirks at you over Luke’s shoulder and then presses another kiss to Luke’s neck, “you ready baby boy? I can feel you’re close, and you know what having your tight ass does to me.” He groans, teeth skimming Luke’s skin.

“Yeah, yes.” Luke groans, his eyes open and he looks down at you as Ash picks up the pace, fucking him into you. It turns into a mess of moans and skin. “Daddy, fuck… I’m cumming.” Luke barely warns before you feel him start to cum.

He collapses against your chest and you immediately wrap your arms around him. “So good peachy.” You praise him, kissing his head. You watch as Ash pulls out and starts jerking himself off, quickly finishing on Luke’s back. You pull Luke into a quick kiss.

And Ash is quickly moving, getting something to clean you up with. He wipes Luke's back, and cleans both of their cocks and finishes cleaning you and Luke up. He collapses on his back in the middle of the bed. “C’mere babes.” He beckons, and you and Luke, lay on either side, cuddling into his chest. Luke’s spent, entirely. It shows on his face and in the way he moves his body. Ash pets his hair and kisses his forehead, and his fingers snake their way between your thighs. You look up at him, and he presses his lips to yours, “you think I didn’t notice you didn’t cum?” He asks.

“We both noticed.” Luke agrees, throwing his arm across your back.

“It’s fine, this was about Luke.” You murmur, looking between them.

“No.” Luke shakes his head and moves closer to kiss you. “You can say it was about me; but it was about all three of us. You’re gonna cum too.”

“Peachy’s right.” Ash agrees, working his fingers in the slow rhythm you like best with him. You close your eyes and just let him work you, letting out your little whines as Luke leans across Ash’s chest to kiss on your neck and shoulder.

“Daddy, peachy..” you moan, squeezing around Ash’s fingers.

“There she is.” Ash grins, letting his fingertips rub gently over your clit a few more times, before pulling his fingers out and holding them up for Luke to lick.

“This was fun.” Luke murmurs once Ash’s fingers were clean. “Can we do it again sometime?” He settles back next to Ash.

“Absolutely, if baby girl is down.” Ash agrees.

“Yeah. I’d love that.” You grin.

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A Technicality

A/N: This is loosely inspired by The Devil All The Time. I own all the characters, I just mostly stole the basic concept of the murders. This is pretty dark in comparison to all the rest of the AU works I’ve done before, and the ones I’ll do later in the week. Seriously read the trigger warnings and decided if you’d like to read it. Feel free to skip this one.

TW: murder, gun violence, swearing, police brutality, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sex work, mentions of torture, mentions of dismemberment, mentions of nudity

Word Count: 8.6k

Song: If I Killed Someone For You by Alec Benjamin

The clock read 9:15 in the evening. The lone waitress and cooking crew counted the minutes until they could finally start closing up the diner for the night. It was slow, which wasn’t uncommon for a Monday evening, only a few orders had been called in for pickup so there weren’t many customers to entertain.

In spite of the waitress’s confidence that they weren’t going to have any more guests, the bell hanging over the front made a loud “ding” sound, notifying her that her excitement was short-lived. Putting back up her red hair using the elastic she kept around her wrist, the waitress came to the restaurant part of the diner with her most sincere smile.

Sitting alone at a booth, was a tall man. They were wearing a jean jacket, with matching pants and a black t-shirt underneath. As well as a navy baseball cap that was currently hiding their face from her. Their black hair was uneven, but somehow it framed their face nicely. The waitress stood at the table, pen and notepad in hand.

“Hello, how are you today?” She asked, a subtle southern accent emanating from her.

When the man looked up, she tried her best not to judge. Aside from the obvious facial scars on their fair complexion, their right cheek and left chin had been badly bruised. The dark circles forming underneath his eyes weren’t doing them many favours either. Even though the man looked like they had been through hell and back, the kind smile they offered the waitress somehow reassured her that it was just a bad night for them.

“Could be better, could be worse. How ‘bout you?” The man replied in a lilted, deep southern accent.

The waitress nodded, trying her best not to give them a smile out of pity, “I’m doing good. My name is Amalthea, I’ll be your waitress this evening. Can I get you something to drink, honey?”

The man cleared their throat, “Um, coffee. Two sugars.”

“You sure? I can make it decaf so maybe you’ll fall asleep before 3am.” Amalthea offered, trying her best to make their day a bit brighter.

They shook their head, giving a half-hearted chuckle. “It’s all right, I got a long night ahead of me.”

Amalthea nodded, jotting it down. “All right, well here’s the menu. Today’s special is the clam mushroom soup with a steak sandwich. I’ll be back in a few.”

The man nodded, leaning back towards the window, gazing out into the night. She went to the back and began brewing a fresh pot of coffee. She kept her eyes on the mysterious person through the kitchen serving window. They only moved when they heard a door outside slam shut, it made them jump and throw a panicked look over their shoulder before relaxing once they realized it was for the building next door.

Amalthea returned, sliding the coffee over to the stranger. “You ready to order, handsome?”

The man nodded, shaking themselves awake and grabbing the coffee. “I’ll just keep it simple tonight. Cheeseburger and fries.”

“Sounds good. Where are you heading off to after this?” Amalthea asked, just making conversation as she scribbled down their order.

They shrugged their shoulders, “No place in particular. Just somewhere that feels right.”

She tilted her head curiously, “How will you know when you get there?”

The man took a beat to answer but affirmatively replied, “How do you know when you’re home? It’s a feeling, not a place.”

“You’re looking for a new home?” She accidentally blurted, curiosity taking over her better judgement.

Before Amalthea could apologize, the man answered, “I’m looking for a new everything.”

*Six weeks prior*

Jem. That’s what she always called them. In spite of their name being Jeremiah, their mom would always call them Jem. The scars on their face had been from over the years of bullying, and picking one too many fights. They weren’t known as a violent person, but too many people acted like they were better than him, both him and his family. And Jem wasn’t one to stand for injustice.

And what the courts let happen is the very definition of that.

They held the revolver in one hand as they gripped the bathroom counter with the other. Jem stared at themselves, trying their best to talk himself out of it. How disappointed their mother would be, how this waste of space doesn’t deserve to take Jem’s future away, etc.

He didn’t deserve to take away my mom’s future either, and yet.

A technicality. A technicality. That’s what the court called it. After the local forensic lab cross-contaminated the DNA samples, it corrupted the whole case against their mother’s murderer. The police promised Jem that they’d work tooth and nail to make sure the son of a bitch would go down for this.

That was ten months ago.

Now, Kalliope’s murder has become a cold case. The prosecutor said that it was a possibility, especially considering murders of escorts weren’t uncommon around here and many people prioritized the upper class over the lower. It just doesn’t make sense to Jem when Clyde, her old client (and her last), gets to go home to his wife and kids every night while Jem imagines their mom coming home as well. But she doesn’t, and she never will again.

With one final stare down with themselves, Jem just made eye contact and said goodbye. For they knew that after tonight, they would never be the same again. With the decision finally made, Jem threw on an old, hand-me-down jacket they never wore with a backpack filled with supplies and left their home.

In a small notebook they kept in their left pocket, Jem noted where Clyde would be today. Rule one, never have a consistent schedule. It makes it far too easy for a predator to keep an eye on you.

Predator.

They had never even considered themself one before. If anything, they protected those who couldn’t defend themselves. But Jem hardly ever looked for trouble. Then again, they didn’t start this. And if the authorities weren’t going to finish it, Jem needed to.

Walking into the lower class part of the town Jem kept their head down as they found one of Kalliope’s old friends from the same line of work. Lavinia, dressed in a cropped fur coat, and short skirt stood in the center. She was looking around for her next client, but upon seeing Jem began to walk away.

“Hey, wait a second.” They sped up a bit to catch up with her, which upon hearing Jem’s voice Lavinia spun around in relief.

She shook her head, her brown curls bouncing on her shoulders as she did. “You scared the breath out of me, son. What’re you doing here?”

Jem took out a roll of cash, and handed it to her. “This isn’t for what you think it is.” They sheepishly smiled at her, which Lavinia responded with a smile of her own. “I just want you to go home for the night. Take care of your kid for me, buy him something nice.”

Lavinia counted the bills, “Jem this is too much. Keep some of it, I think you’re getting skinny.”

They bit their lip nervously, scratching their head before replying, “Well, if I’m being honest ma’am, this is also a bribe. To say you never saw me tonight, can you do that?”

“Of course.” She said, without hesitation. As she was about to walk away, she stopped letting out a disappointing sigh. “I can’t cancel on a client though sugar, repeat business is the only way to make money around these parts.”

“Once he comes around, I’ll take care of it.” Jem’s voice became a little more deadpanned, which she picked up on.

Staring up at them, her eyebrows raised as a melancholic look passed over her face, “Honey, what’re you doing here tonight?”

They gulped, and let out a shaky breath. “The less you know the better. Just, run along. Get home to your kid.”

Lavinia stood there giving lingering looks to both Jem and the wad of cash in her hand. As she began to walk back home, she said, “Slow night, I didn’t see anyone.” She continued a short monologue the farther away she got. Essentially coming up with a story for tonight had anyone come looking for her.

When she rounded the corner, Jem tucked themselves into a corner that had barely any light shining into it with the gun still burning a hole in his pocket. The brick work of the building was crumbling a little, and the smell of the trash from the dumpsters didn’t make this the easiest place to hide. They stayed strong, tossing their less than suitable conditions to the back of their mind and keeping the grip of the gun in hand.

It was maybe five, ten minutes of waiting in complete darkness when they saw a shadow coming up the alley paired with the sound of feet scuffing against the concrete. This wasn’t a well trafficked area, so this was the first sign of life they had seen in awhile. Letting the figure pass by Jem, they saw him.

Standing roughly six feet tall, with a receding dark brown hairline was Clyde. He developed a beer belly from his years of drinking every night after work. Coming home drunk afterwards more often than not. His fair skin had already began to develop harsh wrinkles and dark spots.

Taking a step out of their hiding spot, Jem spoke into the silence, “Who’re you looking for?”

Clyde spun around, stumbling a bit. At this point, he didn’t recognize Jem. To be fair, they hadn’t had many interactions before now. “Uh, just got a little turned around. Long night.”

Jem gave him an insincere, thin lipped smile, “I see. You’d think you’d know your way around by now.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Clyde asked, a little rage creeping into his voice.

Jem took another casual step closer. “Well, your house is only four blocks away from the bar. But your wife is asleep by now, not knowing if you’ll be home tonight and part of her hoping that you don’t come home looking for half-assed foreplay after already getting your dick wet tonight.”

Clyde began to walk up on Jem, teeth gritting as he snarled, “Who the hell do you think you are, kid?”

At this, Jem took out their gun and aimed it directly at his face. He froze in his tracks, his eyes barely moving from the abyss that was down the barrel of the weapon. “Try that again, I dare you.” After a small moment, Jem continued, “You spend more money on alcohol and prostitutes than you do on your own kids. The good news is, your wife has a life insurance policy out on you. Fifty grand isn’t that much, but I think they actually overpriced your meaningless existence.”

“P-please. Stop.” Clyde breathed out, barely above a whisper. Tears began pricking at his eyes, and Jem didn’t feel anything at this moment. Not fear, nor regret, not even empathy.

“How many women have asked you to stop before?” Jem asked, rhetorically. “From the last month and a half of watching you, I counted five. I hate to think of the other women you harmed before I came along. But in actuality, one of them is all I’ve been able to think about since you took her from me.”

The realization finally dawned on him, his eyes widening in pure fear. And it was also the moment he came to terms with the fact he wasn’t making it back home. Despite the fear, his face had fallen from surprise to acceptance. There was very little panic left in him, and in his frozen state neither of his fight or flight reflexes could respond.

Clyde was completely helpless.

“Why do you do it?” Jem asked, genuinely curious. “You can’t get off without taking out a knife and torturing the girls. Choking them until the blood vessels in their eyes burst, and they turn blue while they’re sucking you off. And yet you just drink your pain away instead of admitting how deranged you really are.” Jem’s voice was raising slightly, anger getting the better of them. “You could’ve stopped this before it got out of hand if you just weren’t so cowardly. You’d be going home to your family, and my mom would be back home to me!”

“I couldn’t help myself, I felt no one could save me!” Clyde cried, tears streaming down his cheeks as his legs began to shake.

Jem let out a dry laugh, a wide disingenuous grin gracing their features. The last sight his victim would ever see as Jem ended with, “Well no one’s gonna save you now.”

Firing one shot through the forehead, Jem pulled the trigger. Along with the bullet, some blood and brain matter projected out of the other side of Clyde’s skull as his body fell into the filthy puddles from the leaking dumpster. Blood began seeping out of the entry and exit wounds, and Jem turned around and began walking towards the outskirts of town. Not wanting to stick around, but they were confident that’d it’d be a bit until someone called 9-1-1.

Guns are fired in that neighbourhood a couple times a week, and most people mind their business. Continuing on for the next hour until they were deep into the woods just outside of town. They took off their backpack and grabbed the change of clothes. Then grabbed the shovel and began digging a hole for the evidence.

Once the whole was deep enough, they tossed everything they had been wearing that night into the whole. Down to the underwear, and change into the spares they had brought with them. They took out the bottle of lighter fluid and set the evidence ablaze. After ten minutes, once they were confident that the evidence had been burned away, Jem buried the ashand flame, packed everything back up and went back into town before sunrise.

They refused to go back to the crime scene, knowing that either way the body would be found. However, this gun was never issued in Jem’s name. They just bought it off of some guy for double the commercial price in a bar. It wasn’t issued in the seller’s name either, and Jem was almost one hundred percent convinced that this wasn’t the only murder it had been used for.

Jem caught wind of it the next morning when they slipped back into their normal routine of grabbing coffee in the morning so as to not raise suspicion. It was the topic of most conversations on the street and in the shop. The identity of the victim wasn’t released until dinner time that evening.

The cops did swing by a couple days later to ask Jem questions. They had left their phone at home, facebook open the entire time and youtube playing on the game console in case the police wanted to check their internet usage as their alibi. It wasn’t the best, but it seemed to be the only way to clear themselves for the evening without getting anyone else involved.

Nobody contacted Jem after that, but that didn’t stop them from laying awake at night waiting for the cops to come by to arrest them. They became paranoid, constantly on edge every time they were at home or on the street. After a couple weeks without being contacted by the police, Jem decided they couldn’t continue like this.

Instead of risking getting a missing person’s report filed on them, Jem ended their month to month lease on their apartment and decided to leave town. If anyone asked they said that they were finally able to move on after their mother’s death, and it was just too hard being surrounded by their home together to properly grieve.

With nothing but their wallet, clothes on their back, and enough supplies in their bag, Jem began to head north, away from their hometown to move on from this. They still had no vehicle so they got into the pattern of waking up, hitchhiking until they reached a motel a couple towns over, and spending the night there.

Until one day, almost a month after Clyde’s murder, they learned the most basic lesson. Do not accept rides from strangers. They had been hiking for most of the day, and was almost out of food and water. It was dusk, the natural light fading behind the mountains and the sky a beautiful mix of oranges and purples. Once Jem reached the next town, they decided they would crash and go shopping before heading out the next day.

As they continued their stroll down the side of the highway, with their hand out and a thumb up showing that they’d appreciate a lift, someone finally pulled up next to them. It wasn’t often Jem would go most of the day without someone stopping to escort them to at least the next town over, so they were understandably exhausted.

The green, rusted Chevrolet stopped on the street, and the driver rolled down the window. It was a couple, who looked cheerful and polite. The woman on the passenger’s seat was noticeably younger than the driver. He had dark hair, still mostly full with some grey hairs along the side of his head. His fair skin had some wear and tear from age, but it didn’t affect his winning smile. He had a trimmed, nicely tamed beard and was wearing a flannel jacket.

The woman had blonde, curly hair. She couldn’t have been older than thirty years old, and her face was done up with subtle make-up with the exception of her red lipstick. She was wearing a flowy sundress and a nice cardigan thrown over her shoulders to keep her from getting cold.

“You need a ride, son?” The driver offered, already hitting the switch to the backseat.

Jem put their arm on the windowsill, using their brightest smile to reassure the two that this was the right decision. “If you wouldn’t mind, sir? Just to the nearest motel. I can pay my way.” Jem also tipped their hat towards the woman, as a show of good faith.

“Oh don’t you dare.” The woman spoke up, her soft voice comforting Jem. “You look like you’ve had a rough couple days. Climb in, sugar.”

For confirmation, Jem looked to the driver who nodded. They threw their bag into the back first, before hopping into the backseat and putting on their seatbelt. “I appreciate it, really.”

“We don’t mind, we do this all the time. You’re definitely one of the more clean hitchhikers we’ve found around these parts.” The man reassured them. “My name is Maurice, and this is my wife, Cheryl.”

They waved their hand in response, “Nice to meet you, you can call me Jem.”

“Fine manners there Jem.” The woman named Cheryl complimented. “And what a charming accent, where are you from?”

“Small town, down south ma’am.” They replied, almost instinctively responding to the manners comment and thanking their mom for it. But after Clyde, it’s been harder and harder to think of her nowadays.

“It seems like that town has a couple of diamonds in the rough.” Maurice added, looking at his wife with the same smile he’s had since the couple met Jem.

“Y’all are too kind.” Jem replied, a soft blush climbing up their cheeks. “What were you two doing out here?”

Cheryl spoke first, “We were house hunting out in the country, looking for a nice plot of land. It would be our first property since we’ve been married.”

“Oh yeah? Did you find the one for you?” Jem asked, keeping up the conversation as the “Welcome” sign of the town came into view on the right side of the road.

“I think we certainly found exactly what we needed tonight.” Maurice pitched in.

Jem nodded, leaning their head against the backseat window. As the trees blew past, and the outskirts turned into the town, the sun had almost completely set. The patterns created by the street and house lights were almost beautiful enough to compare to the stars in the night sky.

“Long day, Jem?” Cheryl asked, her voice breaking them out of their daze.

Jem turned their head to look at her, “Yes ma’am, sorry I’m not much for conversation.”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, you’ll sleep like a rock tonight.” She said, and as Jem went to turn back to the window she tried to speak up before the motel they had driven past came into their view.

Jem furrowed their brows in confusion, “Uh, sorry sir. I think that was my stop.”

Maurice didn’t respond. Looking at his face in the rear view mirror, Jem noticed that his smile had fallen. His expression was now hardened as his eyes flicked between the road and Jem’s eyes in the mirror. Once he noticed Jem’s attention on him, his face changed into a sadistic grin.

Maurice kept driving, and a pit began to form in Jem’s stomach. Instinctively, Jem undid their seat belt, grabbed their bag with their right hand, and attempted to unlock and open the door to dive out. At this point, survival was the only thing that mattered. It all happened so fast, but no luck. Even with the door unlocked, the door still wouldn’t open.

Cheryl began to laugh, something so sweet yet so terrifying in that moment. “You dumb hick, you really think we wouldn’t put the child lock on?”

This was when the panic really began to set into their bones. Jem took both fists and began to hit the glass, screaming, “Help! Somebody help me!”

Before they could get another word out, Cheryl pulled out a knife, “Oh honey, you don’t want to do that. We’re just trying to have some fun with you.”

The blade pointing at them, where they had nothing to defend themselves, brought on a strange sense of nostalgia. Since the murder of Clyde, Jem has been thinking about what kind of rush would they experience on the other side. Where they’d have to argue for their right to breathe, but they kind hoped it wouldn’t happen so soon. Then again, there’s not as much certainty for the kill than with a gun.

The gun.

It was in the front pocket of their bag, which had now been placed on the ground since Jem had tried to duck out with it. It was still loaded, but they had only taken it with them out of fear of having the murder weapon being discovered after they left town.

No, I can’t. Not again.

But Jem’s decision between defending themselves with words or violence had to come quickly. The town lights were fading out of sight, and the sign that typically greets people before they leave had only built a larger feeling of dread for Jem.

“Listen, if you just drop me off I won’t say a thing. I won’t say a goddamn thing, and you won’t ever see me again! I swear to god, please!” Jem rushed out, sounding even more pathetic than they thought they would in this situation.

Maurice shook his head, “You don’t have anyone to tell, right?”

“No one, I have no one.” Jem assured, clinging on to the small glimmer of hope.

The husband and wife looked at each other, both with sarcastically sad frowns before Cheryl finished the exchange with, “Which means there’s no one left to miss you. We’ll be long gone before they find your body, y’know?”

After that comment, the thought of the concealed weapon crossed Jem’s mind again, but they immediately dismissed it. That was until Cheryl unbuckled her seat belt, and began to climb into the backseat with them. Quickly, and quietly, with her back turned Jem unzipped the front pocket of their bag and slipped the gun into their jacket pocket.

Once the woman had situated herself, she tossed Jem’s things to the ground. Still holding the knife, this time to Jem’s throat directly. She began to examine their features a lot more closely. Lifting their dark bangs away from their fair face.

With her other hand, she caressed the scars on their face they had received from plenty of playground fights, “These must’ve hurt. Did your daddy do this to you?” They didn’t answer, facing away from her and remaining as stone-faced as possible. After not gaining a reaction, Cheryl continued to try and press their buttons, as well as twisting the tip of the blade against the bottom of the Jem’s chin. “Honey, whatever you got rattling around in that brain of yours ain’t nothing as bad as what my daddy did to me.”

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” They said breathlessly, just trying to see if compassion would help them get out of this mess. Even if they couldn’t muster up any sincerity behind the statement.

She shrugged, “Happened a long time ago. Nowadays I have my man to protect me.”

“Feminists everywhere are quaking.” Jem retorted instinctively, very much praying that the filter between their head and mouth doesn’t malfunction again. That crack earned Jem a sharp cut along their chin, with a simple flick of her wrist.

Looking out the windshield, Jem noticed they were heading down a straight road, with no other cars following or coming in their direction. If they were going to cause a struggle, it’d be best to keep the list of casualties short and sweet.

Hopefully they themselves wouldn’t be on that list.

“What’re you planning on doing with me?” Jem finally asked, trying to ignore the sound of their voice wavering.

Cheryl ruffled their dark hair a bit, as she cooed, “Nothing too bad, sweetie. Most of it will happen when your body’s cold.”

They had to fight back the shudder that threatened to creep up their spine, just simply imagining what they had planned for their body afterwards. Trying to maintain their composure, Jem stretched themselves forward towards the driver.

“Does she do all the talking for you, or do you get off on watching her play with her food?” Admittedly, not the best response in their situation, but at this point they knew it would all be over soon.

Maurice flicked his eyes back up to the rear view mirror, “Happy wife, happy life. She’s the best at instilling fear into our boys. Which is exactly what’s running through your veins, ain’t it boy?”

“I still think you have a few things to teach her, simple ideas really.” Jem commented, which earned them a scoff of disbelief from Cheryl.

But Maurice just chuckled as he said, “Like what?”

Jem carefully slipped the gun out of their pocket, using their body to block it from Cheryl’s view. They cocked the gun as they spoke, hoping that they’d be too focused on their words to notice the sound, “The most basic, preschool lesson of putting on a seat belt.”

With that, Jem pressed the gun against the driver’s seat aiming for Maurice’s spine, and pulled the trigger. The bang of the gun echoed in the small chamber of the truck. Jem wasn’t sure if it had worked until Maurice slumped forward and the tires began screeching towards the ditch.

Cheryl tried to slash at Jem, but the sudden speed and large bumps of diving into the ditch flung her against the passenger seat. Her head hit the headrest and she fell unconscious with a small crack. Jem held onto the seat belt and tried to keep themselves supported as they braced for impact.

The truck came to a sudden stop as it skidded into a tree. Jem’s head whipped against the backseat, and some glass from the windshield cut through their flesh. But other than that, they made it through the crash unscathed. The adrenaline in their system keeping most of the pain at bay, for now.

They couldn’t wait around for someone to find the vehicle and have the cops report it. Working past their dizziness from the head injury, Jem unbuckled themselves and got up. First checking to see if Maurice was breathing, then Cheryl. No movement from Maurice, not even the subtle rise and fall of his chest. But Cheryl was alive, just knocked out cold.

In this vulnerable position, Jem couldn’t decide what to do. They didn’t want to hurt another person, but if the police showed they knew she would try and pin it all on them. Or there might be a chance that she wouldn’t stick around for the police either. And unfortunately, that was a gamble Jem was willing to take.

They hurriedly began to take a rag and try and wipe away or at the very least smudge the fingerprints left behind. There wasn’t anything they could do about the blood from the crash, maybe the crime scene unit would miss it. A lot of variables, but one thing was for certain. If the police are smart enough, they can discuss the ballistics from the bullets from their first crime scene then it’d be game over.

There were just too many variables to calculate what happens next. First things first, to get away from the scene. The one lucky break of the night was the crash didn’t jam the front doors. Jem was careful to not touch anything else in the truck as they climbed into the front seat to get out.

Even though they should’ve left right then and there, they couldn’t help but begin searching Maurice and the front consoles in the truck for any cash, cigarettes, or alcohol they could get their hands on. If Jem were caught, this would highly incriminate them. But they used their sleeves to avoid directly touching any of the surfaces.

In Maurice’s wallet, they found something that propelled them into an emotional paralysis. And yet they couldn’t help but flip through every single polaroid. In the photos, presumably taken by Maurice himself, Cheryl was naked. Straddling dead victims, licking the blood off of dismembered remains, essentially just torture pornography as trophies for their kills.

They were so disturbingly enraptured by these photos, they didn’t notice the small amount of movement in the backseat. But thankfully, Jem instinctively flinched as the truck suddenly shifted under a quick shift of weight. Instead of being stabbed in the neck, Cheryl’s knife dug into their shoulder.

Disturbed with fresh adrenaline pumping in their veins, Jem clumsily fell out of the truck and landed on the cold dirt with the knife still embedded in their shoulder. Foolishly, they took out the knife and tossed it to the side as they went to hold the fresh wound. Cheryl climbed out of the truck, screaming furiously.

She launched herself onto Jem, digging her hand into Jem’s shoulder to deepen the wound. Jem shrieked in pain, but easily grabbed the hand and was able to flip the two positions. Cheryl continued to scream incomprehensibly as Jem fought to keep the power in the tousle.

Jem tried to keep her pinned to the ground, maybe to talk some sense into her. But the photos still burned in the back of their mind. Whether or not Jem was arrested or killed here, what was the likelihood of this woman stopping her spree? Sure, it’d take some time to find another accomplice. But then more innocent men would fall and the cycle would start anew.

Coming to the conclusion that she would never stop until she was caught, Jem took the gun still in their pocket and cocked it. They easily overpowered her measly attempts to grab the knife that was still nearby, and sat up from their straddling position. When the gun came into her view, there was a moment of surprise and it looked like she was going to try and beg for her life.

They didn’t give her the chance.

The shot rang out in the quiet night as her head snapped back from the force of the bullet. Jem was basically screwed at this point, their blood was all over this scene but they dropped the polaroids onto Cheryl’s dead body hoping the authorities might understand. They ripped the bottom part of their shirt and tied a tourniquet to slow their bleeding.

At this point, getting out of the ditch was essentially like climbing up Everest. So instead, they walked deeper into the forest and followed parallel to the highway, in the opposite direction of the town they just drove past. Jem figured it would be too dangerous to try and get a motel too close to the crash.

After an hour or two of walking, they stumbled across a stream. Even if it was river water, it was better than nothing. They splashed their face and drank as much of it as they could. After that, washing as much of the dried blood off of themselves and changing clothes so maybe they wouldn’t look as suspicious when they moved into the next town.

And finally, they took out the gun. Even though they logically know they wouldn’t have been able to make it out of that last situation without it, the satisfaction of hurting these people had become far too tempting to resist. Jem didn’t know where the line between those who deserved to live and those who died stood.

They kept the weapon, but dumped the rest of the bullets into the stream. In the future, they could use the gun to protect themselves in a bad situation and lie their ass off about shooting the person. But they wouldn’t take another life again, that was something they had to make sure of.

When the first sign of light happened, Jem decided to rest for a little bit. Thinking they were far enough from the crash to be in danger, they took a short nap just to get enough energy before moving on. They eventually hit the highway and began hitchhiking like normal. This time, considering how they looked, Jem didn’t blame anyone for not picking them up.

A week later, Jem was still treating the cuts from the crash in a motel room they paid for in cash. Even though they had spent the past few nights in a bed they barely slept. The guilt is still riding on them, but not the guilt from killing that couple. No, it was the shame from how they weren’t bothered by it. Ironic, isn’t it?

Of course they were scared, constantly feeling like their life was going to be pulled out from under them. But the inexplicable rush and satisfaction from the knowledge that the people they killed had done so many horrible things was indescribable. Jem almost thought they were sick, but justifying this as a side effect from the trauma of losing their mother felt like an insult.

Maybe the constant fighting when they were young, seeking justice in every little thing was just the beginning for them to turn into this. Jem wasn’t someone who had ever picked up a psychology book, but this past month really gave them time to reflect on how it all led up to this. All this time thinking about it has left Jem with one question.

How long would it be until they killed again?

A knock on the door broke Jem out of their thoughts. At this point they had no idea how long they had just been standing in front of the mirror, drifting off into the void of their own mind. They figured it was just room service, or maybe there was something wrong with the card Jem had to put down for insurance purposes. But when Jem peeked through the curtain, they froze upon seeing the light gleam off of a police badge.

After closing the curtain, Jem realized there was nothing to do. Running would imply guilt, and if they waited any longer then it would make the officer even more suspicious. So they took a deep breath before opening the motel door wide enough, hoping it would show they had nothing to hide.

“Good evening.” The officer spoke, his voice deep and professional. He was dressed surprisingly casually. Aside from the badge strapped to a front belt loop, you wouldn’t have realized he was an officer. He wore a navy t-shirt under a suede jacket that was faux fur lined. He also wore black jeans, and hadn’t seen a lot of wear. He was middle aged, receding blonde hairline and wrinkling fair skin.“My name is Sheriff David Richards. Are you Jeremiah Morale?”

“Yes, what is this about?” They attempted to play dumb, avoiding confessing to a crime by accident.

The sheriff’s eyes glanced over their face, his thin-lipped smile obviously pressed. “You’re a long way from home, aren’t you son?”

Jem continued to act as best as they could, “Yeah, it’s no secret. And I don’t understand how that involves the police?”

“Well, I have a couple questions for you regarding an accident that happened along the Appalachian Highway a few nights ago. Would you come with me so we can discuss this more thoroughly?” The sheriff stepped aside, waving a hand to direct Jem out of the motel room.

At this point, Jem’s heartbeat was echoing in their own eardrums. Not knowing what to do, Jem just asked, “May I see your badge again, sir? It just looks like you’re off duty for the most part.”

The sheriff shook his head in sardonic disbelief, “Are you questioning an officer?”

“No, never.” Jem replied, sarcasm trickling into their statement. “But I hope you understand, with everything going on in the media right now I want to make sure you're not trying to step outside of the law.”

The sheriff nodded, putting up his hands in surrender. “How about I do you one better, Jeremiah?” The sheriff reached into his back pocket and pulled out a photo that had been printed out on paper.

The time stamp on the bottom of the photo read 19:34, November 4th. It was a photo of Maurice and Cheryl’s truck, taken from a security camera. It was a blurry view of the driver’s side. In the front window, you can see Maurice with his eyes pinned on the road. And Jem’s face leaned against the backseat window in plain view.

Jem’s face stiffened, their expression didn’t fall but it wouldn’t take a psychologist to recognize the expression of, ‘I’m completely, and utterly fucked’.

“Now, how about you go back into the motel room, leaving the key behind and grab your stuff. You won’t be coming back for it.” The sheriff explained, trying his best to hide the grin of accomplishment.

Jem nodded, leaving the door open as they packed up their stuff and handed it to Sheriff David. Turning off the light and closing the door, the sheriff led them back to his car. Oddly enough, it also wasn’t a police car. Nothing about it letting anyone know it was any different than some average joe’s car.

Once reaching the car, Sheriff David placed Jem’s stuff on the trunk as he took out his handcuffs. He then cuffed their hands behind their back, and placed them in the backseat. Jem hadn’t spoken a word, accepting this fate. At least they couldn’t hurt anyone else out here, and with the scars and muscles they possessed, Jem might stand a chance in prison.

If only that was where Jem would end up after tonight’s events.

After being put in the backseat, David placed their things in the front seat of the car following climbing in the driver’s seat. All Jem could think about was how they would’ve had a better chance of staying out of trouble if they had just stayed home. The engine roared to life, and the headlights beamed into the darkness of the night as David began to drive onto the highway.

“You were such a smart-ass before, don’t tell me that was all the fight you had in you?” David said, flicking his eyes back at Jem in the rear view mirror.

Jem leaned forward, “You need to understand, it was in self-defense.”

David laughed coldly, ticking his jaw in frustration, “How much did Cheryl weigh? One-twenty, maybe? Look at you, you could bench me if you wanted to. Nobody would buy it, kid.”

“I left the photos behind, the ones they murdered. Have you identified any of their victims?” Jem asked, pleadingly at this point.

At that, the sheriff’s face fell. Jem recognized it as a mix of shame and embarrassment. He continued, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Their eyebrows shot up in surprise, anger rising in them, “You’re covering that up, aren’t you? For what, one conviction?! I counted six men in those picturess, and you’re letting that go to convict one hick for self-defense.” Jem flopped back against their seat, kicking the passenger seat in the process. “I guess justice only matters for pretty white girls, huh?”

“Not a single thing here is about justice, Jeremiah.” David spat as he white-knuckled the steering wheel. “What you did to my sister is unforgivable.”

It felt like ice flooded Jem’s veins at that moment as they couldn’t move their eyes off of the Sheriff. They just couldn’t believe what they had just heard, and it was at this moment they realized they weren’t going back the way they came. And Jem didn’t think they needed to plan for prison anymore.

Jem let out a shaky breath as they said, “You think you can get rid of me? When I don’t show up anywhere, you’ll be suspect number one. You get that, right?”

“Nothing stays buried, you don’t need to tell me that. But I also know that as far as anyone knows, my security cameras at home have me coming home at six, and I won’t be seen leaving until eight thirty tomorrow morning.” David said, relaxing himself. “More to the point, even if they do find your body, they won’t know you’re the one who killed them.” He patted a cardboard box that sat beneath Jem’s bag. “Not without the evidence.”

Jem realized what he was saying. Every last thing that linked them to the crash scene was inside that box. If Jem found someway to escape this tonight, they could take the evidence and run. But if the sheriff ever made it home, it wouldn’t matter. It seemed like he wouldn’t stop until Jem was dead. So if David believed that Jem was going to die tonight, then maybe he’d like to confess his sins.

“Have you done this before?” Jem questioned, figuring out if this man was as bad as the rest of the scum Jem had discovered the pleasure of removing off of the face of the earth.

David shook his head, “Let’s just say, you’re special.”

Jem scoffed, but continued, “So this is the one time you’ve used your badge to manipulate the truth? Conjure up and erase evidence, put away the worst kind of monsters, or maybe even frame those who were innocent all along?”

He put up his hand, as a silent way of telling Jem to shut up and answered, “I do what I have to do to provide families with the reassurance they need. There’s nothing evil in that.”

“I guess you skipped over the ‘innocent until proven guilty’ part in the academy.” Jem retorted, and then decided to remain silent. So he wasn’t the worst person Jem had encountered, but he clearly wasn’t a saint. And certainly shouldn’t have any power over the people.

Jem used most of the remainder of the time maneuvering their cuffed hands under their feet and in front of them. The sheriff didn’t seem to mind, it’s not like Jem could escape, and for the most part he was right. If Jem crashed the car again, it would just end up in a similar scenario of last time. And who knows, maybe Cheryl and David’s uncle was the mayor, and equally fucking insane.

The car turned into rough terrain, off all roads but there was enough for vehicles to squeeze between the trees. The headlights ended up beaming on a lake, seemingly dark and deep. What Jem could gauge from their surroundings, any house or signs of life was far away. Not even an odd lakehouse nearby that Jem could see.

David left the keys in the ignition and the headlights on before he began to dig through Jem’s stuff. Jem was confused until David pulled out their gun from the bottom of the main pocket. He looked at Jem with a cocky grin, leaping out of the car and coming around to drag Jem out of the vehicle.

“You’re using my own gun?” Jem asked, incredulously as they obeyed being dragged to the edge of the lake.

David threw Jem at the ground, near the lake’s edge. “If anyone finds your body, they’ll connect it to the crash. You just got in the way of the real murderer, and he must be out there somewhere. My hands will be clean.”

He aimed it directly at Jem’s face. The barrel of that gun became all too familiar to Jem, and they couldn’t help but go back to their first kill. Instead of being frozen in fear like Clyde was, Jem was relaxed. Although David didn’t pick up on it at all, Jem couldn’t help but feel ecstatic in this moment.

He was so sure that he had the upper hand that the victory for Jem was going to feel so much more satisfying in the end. David cocked the gun, putting Jem directly in his sights. “If anyone bothers asking, do you have any last words?”

Jem shrugged, balling their cuffed hands in fists. “It’s been fun.”

Click.

The sound of the trigger being pulled, and the hammer smacking against the weapon. That’s all that came out. David’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and in that brief moment of weakness Jem jumped him.

They swiftly got up on one knee and dug his fists right into David’s diaphragm, knocking the wind out of him and knocking him down to the ground. Jem got on top of him, blocking the initial blow David tried to get by pistol whipping them. Before David could try again, Jem took both of their fists together and bashed his face. They could feel the cartilage in his face break beneath their touch.

Before David could recover from the head collision, Jem snatched the gun away and used the butt of the gun to incapacitate him further. They then tossed the gun off and used the chain from their cuffs to strangle him. In order to save himself, David tried and succeeded to flip Jem onto their back and into the shallow lake, but wasn’t strong enough to keep Jem from carrying the momentum to get back on top.

Jem continued to choke him, this time keeping David’s head under water as well. He spit back lake water at Jem but couldn’t gain any power position as he was drowning. He scratched at Jem, hitting them desperately but to no use. It took much longer than Jem initially thought it would- a minute maybe two they weren’t sure- until David stopped moving. His hands dropped on the lake’s edge and caused a small splash.

Jem was almost out of breath with relief as they got off of their fourth victim’s remains, and got the key for their cuffs out of David’s pocket. Taking a minute to regain their composure, Jem watched the stars. They really were beautiful out in the country. They say like that for awhile, not seeing any need to rush.

Jem grabbed the box of evidence and their stuff out of the truck before loading David’s body into the front seat. They put the truck into neutral, and turned off the engine to push it into the water. Most of the heavy lifting to cover up this crime was done by David himself. The water would wash away most, if not all DNA evidence.

It took most of the night to return to their motel room, but they did. It seemed nobody noticed Jem had left, not even the motel attendant on the graveyard shift. This place was shifty enough, they were almost one hundred percent certain the cameras were either fake or broken but that’ll be a problem for the future.

Digging through the evidence David had brought with him, Jem found both the autopsy reports, the USB drive with the security footage of Jem being in the couple’s car, the DNA analysis from the crime scene from Jem’s -or the unidentified suspect’s- blood and their smudged fingerprints, the bullets recovered from the bodies, and the knife Jem had left their prints on.

They tossed the empty cardboard box in the garbage and packed on the evidence to dispose of properly later. Even if the other policemen tracked Jem down, this case would never make it to court. Jem would get out on a technicality all thanks to the vengeance of a dirty cop. But Jem didn’t want to take that chance, so they continued moving.

And in a couple weeks, they would find a small, charming diner near the border of the country.

*Present Day*

Amalthea had checked in on Jem many times throughout their meal, asking questions they couldn’t really answer but either dodged the question with one of their own or came up with a vague lie. It was around ten o’clock by the time Jem finished, and they got up to pay. Considering how heartwarming Amalthea made the entire experience, Jem tipped quite well despite not having the most money.

Just as they were about to walk out, a tall fair skinned man walked into the diner. Amalthea beamed at the muscular man, who had a white undercut and a blue bridge piercing. Little freckles covering his face. She hugged him tightly, and put on a mischievous smirk.

“Volstigg, we close in a half hour, this better be good.” Amalthea pretended to scold.

The man named Volstigg rubbed the back of his neck. His thick, russian accent surprised Jem, “Get this. You, Me, Lew, movie night. What’s better than popcorn? Fries, not just any fries. Your fries, a little cold, a little salty.”

Amalthea pursed her lips, frustrated, “And let me guess, 3 large drinks on top of that?”

“You’re a genius, I would’ve never suggested it.” Volstigg shrugged, and Amalthea whipped her hand at his face. It didn’t hurt him too much, he even laughed but rubbed the spot to soothe the ache. “Jesus Christ, Mali, you almost took out my eye!”

She giggled, and then looked over to Jem with a melancholic look. “I’ll do it, only if I can bring a friend.”

Volstigg followed her line of sight and spotted Jem, who just wanted to disappear at that moment. He stuck out his hand towards Jem, greeting them politely, “I’m Volstigg, you are?”

Jem was surprised by his kindness, and the invitation by Amalthea. This was all happening so fast and all they could do was comply. “Jem, nice to meet you.”

Volstigg grinned ear to ear when Jem spoke, and tried to imitate their accent, “Well right back atcha, partner?” He tipped an invisible cowboy hat, as Amalthea began to ring up Volstigg’s order.

Jem smiled, for the first time in a long time. They felt genuinely cared for by these complete strangers, and only then did their sins begin to bother them. If these people were ever caught up in Jem’s line of work then they’d never forgive themselves. Jem banned themselves for building connections for that exact reason.

But one night couldn’t hurt, right?

#au week #jem #campaign 1 #serial killer au #d&d oc #d&d character

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First Week Fics (Part 2) [Part of the Sometimes Labels Shift Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Virgil & Logan, Virgil & Patton, Patton/Logan

Characters: Logan, Virgil, Patton

Summary: Logan and Patton take Virgil to a restaurant for the first time.

Notes: Past Child Abuse, Superhero AU (Matters 0% in this one)

I still have no idea how many fics I’m going to have in this little mini series. This takes place three days after Labels Fail.

This is a dealing with events set after my story Sometimes Labels Fail.

Suggested by @kawaiikittyyt1.

Part 1

“Sorry for sleeping so late,” Virgil said for what had to have been the dozenth time at least.

“It isn’t a problem, Virgil,” Logan answered. “If you had needed to be up for anything, I would have woken you myself.”

Logan glanced over at the boy in the passenger seat of his car. He was fiddling with the sleeves of the hoodie they’d gotten him the day before. The hoodie was a little bit too big on him, but he seemed to like that fact and Patton said it made him look ‘cute.’

He saw Logan looking and scrunched up even more in his seat. Logan tried not to sigh. Virgil had gotten up on his own power about an hour ago with apologies on his lips even when Logan told him there was nothing to apologize for. He had yet to truly calm down even as Logan suggested they meet Patton for lunch.

Patton usually didn’t take the Saturday shift at his office, but considering he’d taken off a few days to care for Virgil’s injuries and then work on making sure they could foster him, he’d ended up working during the 8am-12pm shift and would be on call Saturday evening and all of Sunday.

Logan pulled into the parking lot of Maclavelli’s, a restaurant only a few minutes from their house that Patton favored. He smiled at Virgil and got an attempt at a half-smile back and then led him into the restaurant.

Patton had already gotten a table and Logan leaned over to give him a quick kiss on his way to his seat. Virgil shuffled over to one of the other seats.

“How was your day Virgil?” Patton asked.

Virgil gave him a slightly nervous glance. “I actually only got up a little bit ago and just got dressed and came here.”

“That’s good,” Patton said with a smile. “I’m glad you’re getting some rest. You need it.”

Virgil studied him for a moment before giving him a small smile back. “How was your day?”

“It was fine. We weren’t really busy today. We don’t hold normal hours on Saturdays, just appointments for people who have emergencies or can’t make it during the week for some reason. Thanks for asking.”

Virgil seemed to relax for the first time that morning and Logan wondered not for the first time how Patton did these things.

“Here, why don’t you look at the menu and figure out what to order,” Patton suggested, handing one over to him.

“Sure.” He took it and read it over as Patton asked Logan about his day.

After a few more minutes, Patton turned back to Virgil. “So, what do you want?”

“I’m fine…” Virgil said quietly. “I don’t need anything.” That was clearly a falsehood, Logan knew, as he had yet to eat anything today nor had he mentioned that he felt ill.

Patton frowned, the Patton-is-concerned crinkle appearing between his eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly.

Virgil looked up at Patton and curled his shoulder in, fingers clenching around the menu. Patton tilted his head to the side and then stood slowly to carefully round the table and kneel in front of him.

“Hey,” he said softly. Virgil stared resolutely down at the menu. “Here, can I see that?” he asked, tugging gently at the menu. Virgil let it slip through his fingers and Patton sat back on his heels, patting his clenched fist softly. “Alright, what category of food do you want? They have pasta, sandwiches, and salads.”

Virgil bit his lip nervously. “Pasta,” he replied. “Maybe?”

“Okay,” Patton replied, “and do you want a tomato sauce, a creamy sauce, or a buttery sauce?”

“Tomato.”

“And what type of meat? Beef, pork, or chicken. Or there’s an eggplant option.”

“I… chicken probably.”

“Hmm, how does Chicken Parmesan sound?” Patton asked.

“I…” Virgil hesitated. “How much does it cost?”

Oh, Logan thought, but Patton didn’t seem to be surprised at the question.

“That’s not a question you need to worry about.”

“B-but it all… it all seemed really expensive and I don’t…”

Patton tapped his knee a couple of times and he stopped talking and glanced at Patton. “Anything on the menu is in our price range. Logan and I have been here before. We knew the costs before we brought you here.”

“But… but it was a lot and I couldn’t find anything under 10 dollars, and I don’t want to just make you waste money on me. You already bought me a lot of things for my room and a stuffed animal and clothes and…” he trailed off and Patton smiled sadly.

“We wanted to give you all that stuff, sweetie and we want to get you something good to eat here. Don’t worry about the cost, okay?”

Virgil bit his lip and tapped his fingers against his legs.

“Do you want the Chicken Parmesan?” Patton asked.

“If that’s okay,” Virgil said.

“It’s more than okay, Virgil. I promise.” Patton titled his head to look back at Logan. “Right, Logan?”

“Of course,” Logan replied. “I’ve had it myself before; I imagine you’d like it as well.”

Virgil nodded though he didn’t quite relax. “Okay,” he said. Patton patted his knee and got to his feet to sit back in his seat.

He stumbled a bit when the waiter asked for his order, but he did order the Chicken Parmesan. He ate everything on his plate even though Logan himself often had to take a portion of that meal home. Belly full, he somehow managed to fall asleep on the ten minute car ride home.

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Safe Haven 6

Safe Haven

A Maze Runner Fan Fiction

Pairing: Thomas / female OFC

Setting: After the end of 'TMR - Death Cure'

Summary: Thomas is dealing with the aftermath of the events since the glade and learns that falling in love can be painful

Warnings: (in this or in upcoming chapters) smut/sex/porn, swearing, mentioning of death, traumatic experiences, violence, sexual frustration, promiscuity, homosexuality, daddy-kink, oral, nsfw, 18+ readers only

Credits: TMR-Characters don't belong to me / are based on the books by James Dashner and the movies. All pictures I used for the moodboards/headers are from pinterest. If I violate any copyright please let me know and I'm going to remove the pictures. I used pictures of Blake Lively for my OFC.

Beta by @hell1129-blog Thank you so much, Schatz. You’re an angel!

Comments, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Please don't use my work or parts of it without my permission.

Previous parts:

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Thomas groaned, stretching his aching back. He had spent the morning bent over a pile of books, sorting out the ones he knew, writing summaries for the card index afterwards, handwritten of course. The few typewriters they had were needed elsewhere in the camp. In the headquarter and in the school mostly. But the library was on the waiting list for one of the next typewriters Carson was about to fix.

Kasey looked up from her own pile of books, taking off her reading-glasses, rubbing her eyes. "Lunch break?" she asked him.

"That's music to my ears, boss." Thomas said with a big smile. He got up from his chair and started searching through his backpack, fishing out a lunch bag, presenting it to Kasey like a precious gift.

"What's that?" she eyed the paper bag curiously making sniffing noises. "Do I scent food?"

"Yeah." Thomas laughed, waving it in front of her nose

Normally they went to the canteen for lunch, meeting up with their friends, but Thomas desperately wanted to spend more time alone with her when they were not working. So today he had paid Frypan a visit early in the morning before work, convincing him to draw up kind of a menu for him and Kasey. He unpacked the bag, placing it's contents on Kasey's desk, commenting on each piece mimicking a posh waiter, giving Kasey sweet little smiles and winks which made her laugh.

"For starters our chef has created a delicious tomato salad with sweet onions and fresh herbs and as the main dish I proudly present the 'Frypan deluxe', a luxurious sandwich with grilled vegetables and chicken."

"Wow, that looks heavenly, Tommy." She was all smiles and seeing her so happy meant everything to him.

"That's not all. If you're a good girl, I may even have a little dessert for you." he said, presenting her a bowl with fresh fruits. He smirked, his facial expression flirtatious now.

"Oh, I'll be a little angel, Daddy." she said with a wicked, sexy smile. Thomas raised an eyebrow, giving her a surprised look. She saw his tongue move around in his closed mouth before a mischievous grin appeared on his handsome face. It was incredibly hot.

Kasey swallowed hard. The words had left her mouth without thinking and his reaction was giving her feelings she shouldn't have, her body reacting in an indecent way. Her pussy was throbbing at the thought of Thomas praising her for being his good little angel. She had promised herself to keep things between her and Thomas strictly professional and friendly. But her subconscious mind obviously tried to manipulate her.

"So let's eat, huh?" he said, licking his lips still grinning.

"Yeah." Kasey replied blushing, grabbing the little box with the salad and the fork Thomas was handing her over.

Interesting, Thomas thought looking at her without another word. Very interesting. The sexual connotation of her words were both - a surprise and a progress. Over the last weeks he had flirted with her a lot and she had flirted back, but always in a way that was more funny than sexy, casual - a harmless flirt between friends. But never like this, there had always been a line she obviously wasn't willing to cross, the line that seperated an innocent flirt from a sexy one. The line that divided friends from lovers, friendship from love, a platonic relationship from sex. He couldn't help but wonder if she was finally beginning to see him in a different light.

They sat there, enjoying their meal in silence until it started to grow uncomfortable. Kasey was the one to break it.

"So...did you choose some books you wanna read?" she asked. They had sorted the books through, dividing them into different categories: A was books Kasey already knew, B was books Thomas already knew, C was books neither of them knew. As expected pile B was the smallest and Pile C the biggest. They had decided to read books from pile C in their spare time to increase piles A and B.

"Yeah." Thomas said, turning around, grabbing a few books he had laid aside."I picked these." He gave her the books and she looked them through.

"Kafka! That's a fantastic choice!" He took the book from her hands. "The Metamorphosis...you already know that? Then it must have been on the wrong pile."

"Yes, I know it but you should read it anyway. It's great."

"What is it about?"

"Well...the first sentence actually says it all. 'As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect..."What has happened to me?" he thought. It was no dream'."

"Wow, you know that by heart?" Thomas was impressed.

"Only the beginning, because I love it so much." Kasey laughed, starting to relax again. Books were her safe space, far away from flirting and sexy thoughts.

"So the guy wakes up and is a bug or something?"

"Exactly. And he and his family have to deal with it. It's basically a story of an alienation, of loneliness, despair, family issues and losing control. At least in my humble opinion."

"Wow...that sounds depressing."

"It is, in a way. But it's also very touching and intense. You should give it a try."

"I will." Thomas nodded with a smile.

"I'm surprised you've never heard of it. As a booklover, I mean." The look she gave him was challenging.

"Yeah…" Thomas cleared his throat, smiling sheepishly.

"But you know Kafka?"

"Sure."

"Which books?"

"What?"

"Which books by Kafka do you know?"

"Umm...I can't remember the title…"

Kasey raised an eyebrow.

"The Sword? Do you know that?"

"Yes! That's it. Loved it." Thomas said, all smiles.

"Really?"

"Yes. Really…"

"You recommend it?"

"Absolutely."

Kasey started grinning.

"Then I have to read it. Did you read it here? Is it in your pile?" She got up and walked over to Thomas' desk.

"Ummm..no...I read it years ago...somewhere…"

"Oh...what a pity."

Kasey made a sad face but her grin was still shining through.

"Maybe it's somewhere in the unopened boxes. You should look for it and put it on my pile. I mean..you must know the cover."

She burst out laughing, not longer able to stay serious.

"There is no such book, huh?" Thomas rolled his eyes with another sheepish grin.

"No, Mr. Booklover." she sobbed, crying from laughter now. "I'm sorry, Timber, but it was too tempting to test you a little."

"Obviously." he joined in laughing, like he hadn't laughed for the longest time.

"So you admit it? You're not a real bookworm?" Kasey giggled.

"Well...I may have exaggerated a bit when I said I like books."

"You said you love books."

"I did?"

"Yes you did. And I said 'really?' and you said 'absolutely!' as far as I remember." A big smile played on her pretty lips. Kasey seemed to have a lot of fun, roasting him.

"Okay. I exaggerated a lot." Thomas couldn't help but burst out again and Kasey joined in, holding her belly that hurt from laughing.

"So why did you volunteer for the job in the first place?"

She asked after they both had calmed down. Looking at him curiously she took a big bite of her 'Frypan Deluxe'.

"Well, it was completely spontaneous. It sounded fun and you are a lot prettier than Gally." He gave her one of his irresistible smiles.

"That's what it's all about for you in life, huh? Good looks and fun?" She sounded very serious all of the sudden.

"Umm...no…of course not." Thomas was pretty irritated by the sudden change in tone and atmosphere.

"I volunteered because your enthusiasm was somehow infectious. I really wanted to work here. With you." He looked her deep in the eyes getting a little closer. "And not only because you're beautiful."

She held his gaze for a short moment before leaning back and lowering her eyes on the last crumbs of her sandwich. "I see." she tried a smile. "Well, thanks, I guess."

Thomas took a deep breath, relieved that she seemed to relax again but still confused.

"So what about dessert now?" he asked to ease the tension.

"Bring it on!" Kasey said, not feeling the good mood she was trying to fake.

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randombtsprincessa · 4 years

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Base to Base

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Kim Seokjin x Reader (2nd POV)

Words: 5k

Genre: Smut/Fluff, Established Relationship!

Summary: You reminisce about your relationship with your boyfriend over the course of four bases.

Warning: Fluffy and softly grumpy Jinnie, the four bases, french kissing, shirtless Jin, flirting badly omg sorry, oral (both receiving), fingering, kitchen sex (clean up after this), unprotected sex (be safe guys)!

A/N: The following work is part of the In the Mood Project for @bangtansmutcentraland the lovely moodboard is contributed by @meispace <3

The feel of soft hands meeting the curve of your waist was what drew your attention to the new presence in your small but decently equipped kitchen. You hummed, lips rising in a smile when your ear buds were removed, gently looping them around your neck.

“Good morning,” you murmured, letting your head tilt back, against a broad shoulder. A shoulder to rival all shoulders as a matter of fact.

Mr. Shoulders hums right back, fingers skimming over your torso to rest at your stomach, holding you to him. “Hi, what are we up to?”

You glanced down at your hands, holding the skillet that sizzled with pancakes. The aroma of sweet carbohydrates and melting butter had already permeated the kitchen.

“I’m…making breakfast?” your words sounded as much a question to you as an answer, wondering why he asked. You backed further into him, nestling against his large frame until you noticed the closed eyelids.

“You mean you left me in bed all by my lonesome for food?”

You had to roll your eyes. If there was one thing your boyfriend of four years was, it was clingy and whiny when tired. He had been working hard – too hard, in your opinion – for the last two weeks, perfecting a presentation that would guarantee him a promotion. The presentation had pulled off spectacularly; the man resulted to entering your shared apartment with an air of extreme satisfaction.

An impromptu date had followed.

You had been hesitant, worrying he might collapse straight into his steak but he’d held up, driving the both of you back carefully before dropping and passing out in bed with barely any cleaning up, curled around you like a huge snuggly teddy bear. You’d hoped to make him some breakfast in bed for a well earned weekend but with his heavy body draped over yours, it was futile.

“Baby,” you cooed, turning around to hug him, hands rubbing over his bare back in an effort to soothe out the separation anxiety he proclaimed to suffer from. “Go back to bed, yeah? I’ll get you breakfast in bed.”

Jin whined again, a low car-like sound. “I want to stay with you.”

“But I’ll burn the breakfast; fine, go sit at the table, I’m nearly done.”

This time, you were met with resigned acceptance. Jin unlatched from you, shuffling to the round dining table tucked in one corner of your kitchen – living room juncture and slumped, his head laying flat against the wooden surface. His eyes remained focused on you, bleary.

You kept your gaze on him until his dippers slid shut and his pouty lips parted that you turned back to your food, frowning at the darker shade of the pancake that you were working on.

Cursing mentally, you saved it for yourself, adding it to the pile and lifting the batter spoon again.

If anybody asked you for any relationship advice, you would always say that never do anything that makes you uncomfortable, no matter how much you love that person.

Of course, you couldn’t practice what you preached when it came to your best friend, Sulli.

Deeply vibrant, sparkling with adventure and the first love of your life; Sulli was the voice over the phone that dragged you places. Former whining on your part almost always died down when you saw what she had planned for you and obviously, she blatantly flaunted that fact.

As a matter of fact, you were glad that Sulli was an exception to your rule; otherwise you might have never met the second love of your life.

Sulli had been incessant for the last few days of your senior year in college. ‘It is the last days before the finals.’ ‘It would be stupid not to attend one last party before we are no longer students.’ ‘We won’t have time before we have to start looking for work.’

You had agreed with a subtle sigh and eye roll, knowing she wouldn’t let up until you were in the car with her.

Of course, only this time you weren’t so thrilled about where she took you.

“A sports club; SULLI,” you screeched even as Sulli’s small red car drew into the parking.

“What, it’s just a cute little place where cute men crawl about; talking about shit nobody actually cares about but makes them feel good. It’ll be fine.”

“Still, I could be studying. I am definitely not interested in being mansplained about how to tell cricket from baseball.” You huffed, reluctant to even leave the car.

Your tornado of a friend ducked her head, lips already pouting in that magical way she knew always got her what she wanted.

Fuck…

“Fine…” you gritted your teeth, missing the way she grinned when you turned to get out of the car, following obediently as she opened the door of the club, fluid as she moved to lean over the counter.

“Hey, is the bar open yet?”

The man who was wiping down the end of the counter glanced up, looking curiously at you and Sulli before shaking his head, “The bar isn’t, opens at 8 in the evening; but the restaurant is. Breakfast time,” he explained, whipping a thumb behind his shoulder to the door that lead further in.

“Well, what luck, I haven’t had anything to eat in the morning.” Sulli threw you a lopsided smile and you snorted lightly, both of you walking in to get some ‘breakfast’.

You had been pleasantly surprised to see the restaurant buzzing with low volume; unlike the loud chatter you were expecting. Sulli led you to a small booth at the back, listing through the menu in an uninterested manner.

“It’s a self service.” You noted.

“Right, I want to have an egg salad. Do you want to go order?” She asked you. You obliged, walking to the front to place your order.

It was then when you had met Kim Seokjin.

Sitting with his back to you when you slid your order across, you were met with a pair of big, beautiful brown eyes that were raised at your presence.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

The man smiled, a little unsure. “I don’t think so. Sorry for staring. I didn’t know girls came here.” He said.

You trained an amused gaze his way. “I didn’t see an exclusive to men sign anywhere.”

“No, but it’s unspoken, isn’t it? This is where boys come to be stupid loud, and refined creatures like you avoid.” He leant in a little. “Between you and me I find it a load of crap. Women can be loud too and men can be graceful and cultured.”

You watched him as he nodded in a convincing manner. You decided to play along.

“So, what is a cultured graceful man like you doing here?” You asked.

The man straightened – a nice, tall height – pointing to the booth next to where Sulli sat, immersed in her phone. The man sitting in the booth looked up, noticing you and your companion and gave a cheeky wave.

“That’s my brother. He’s got the whole ‘I’m a man who needs to go to sports bar to seem cool’ thing going on. Young folks, you know.” He shrugged. “I, myself, am not so much a sports person but I don’t leave him alone if I can.”

“That’s…strangely sweet of you.” You blinked in surprise as the waitress rang his food. He picked up the two trays of subway sandwiches and smiled.

“Well, I’ll see you around I guess, I’m Seokjin, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you answered, stepping forward in line.

Needless to say, Sulli had been ecstatic when she heard about your interaction with Seokjin. That, plus the fact that he stopped by your table to say goodbye and ask if he was going to see you around had prompted your best friend to have you frequent the club further.

The ritual of going through pretty outfits and sitting at the counter until Jungkook – Jin’s brother – and Jin would show up only ended until he actually asked you out.

Jin winced when a loud cheer went through the crowds in the bar. You giggled as he cast you a despairing glance. “I don’t understand. Call me weird, but it’s just a ball.”

“You’re absolutely right. Nothing to lose minds over,” You acquiesced, not mentioning that your father was a sports buff as well.

“I’d much rather be at home, watching Master Chef.” Jin muttered.

“You’re into cooking?” You asked, surprised yet again.

“Very much, I love cooking, baking. I could be borderline Michelin with all the times I’ve had to feed that buffoon over there.” He indicated the corner where Jungkook was slamming his heavy beer mug on the wood. You pursed your lips.

“You should cook me something.” You teased, nudging his broad shoulders when he paused, the swig of beer swirling in his cheek before he swallowed.

“About that; I don’t know about cooking, but I have this reference for a French restaurant? It’s supposed to be really good. I was going to try it out this weekend. Do you…want to come with me? If it’s terrible, we’ll hit McDonalds.” He asked, looking over your shoulder.

You watched him, smiling as you brought your glass of punch to your lips. “Sure, I’d love to.”

Jin’s eyes flickered to you, meeting the smirk with his own. “It’s a date.”

The date had been beautiful. You’d dressed up but kept it simple, not wanting to overdo it even as the hostess walked you to a window facing table where Jin already sat. you were glad to see he hadn’t suited up, a simple black turtle neck, slacks and a grey jacket thrown over the back of his chair, the only dressed up he’d accommodated.

Your date with Jin had been near perfect, the light, crisp wine, the dish you couldn’t pronounce and Jin allowing you to split the bill before walking you to your car were still ingrained in your mind and it was doubtful anyone could ever surpass it.

Now of course, it was pointless, what with the man sprawled out on the table for you to love.

“Thank you, it was a lovely place, I had a lot of fun.” You said, turning to face him when you were next to your car.

“I’m happy you did. Also, thank god the place was good; I didn’t want a bad fish to ruin this date.” Jin chuckled as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

You smiled at the joke before rising up to your tip toes, pushing to be the forward one.

Jin accepted the kiss graciously, large palm moving to cup your cheek as he held you close to him but still respectful of the premise of the first date. Could this man get anymore perfect?

He pulled back for some air, staring at you with his pupils blown out a little before diving in again, his hand sliding to your back as his tongue teased the seam of your lips, barely brushing the edge inside.

You placed both hands on his shoulders, allowing him to enter your mouth, swirling his tongue against yours, a dance that tasted of the chilled wine before disconnecting again, taking deep breaths.

“We should go home, before I decide to get in the car with you.” He chuckled, carefully removing his hands from your body, palming through his hair.

“We have time. We just passed first base.”

Jin frowned, looking confused as you slid into the driver’s side, rolling down the window.

“First base?”

“Hey, we met in a sports bar; might as well keep the spirit alive.”

You winked at him, pulling out from your spot as Jin burst out laughing, waving at you before blowing a kiss.

You placed the lid on the pancake box, turning to look fondly at your still snoozing boyfriend. His arms encased his head, protective as he covered his eyes from the sunlight in the kitchen.

You moved over, trailing your fingertips over his bare skin. The supple surface had cooled in the chill of your home but you found him warm nonetheless, letting your hand rest over him, remembering the time you had seen him shirtless for the first time and he you, while also crossing the second base.

“Why are you shirtless?” You asked, pausing in the doorway of his kitchen.

Jin grumbled; nodding at the shirt he’d thrown to the floor. “I spilled soy sauce all over it. Damned bad luck; it’s one of my best white shirts…” He sighed, shaking his head before returning to his stirring.

“Oh,” you gulped, feeling heat seep into the apples of your cheeks at the vision in front of you.

Jin’s pacific shoulders stretched out, nearly taking up half the space of the kitchen, the muscles rippling every time those sinewy arms shuffled with the hissing pan. He thwacked the spatula against the rim of the utensil, bending down to sniff at the condiments. The jeans he wore tightened against his hips, dragging your eyes to the curve of his rear. You gulped again.

“Do you want me to get you another shirt?”

“No, I’m cool.” Jin blinked when he turned to face you. “Are you okay?”

“Yep,”

“You look feverish, is it the heat?”

Well, it was definitely something alright but you managed to shake your head. Jin frowned, “Are you allergic to something in here?”

“No, Jin, I’m fine, really.”

“But you’re all red and jumpy and…” He trailed off, glancing at you strangely before down at his bare body. It took him a second but you saw the light bulb go on.

Your boyfriend smirked. “Is it me, Y/N? Am I making you hot?”

You would’ve rolled your eyes, made a snarky comment, anything but the way Jin reached back to turn down the stove and strode over to tower over you; eyes challenging and smug changed your mind.

You reached for him, his hands willingly wrapping around you to allow your lips to mesh together. Jin grinned into the kiss, large palms sliding down to your thighs before he was lifting you onto the kitchen island.

“You’re overdressed.” He mumbled, detaching from you to flick open the pearl buttons of your sleek blouse. You placed open mouthed kisses against the column of his throat while he slid the top away from your shoulders, his fingers playing with the straps of your cream bra.

His eyes met yours, hinting a question and you met his with approval, raising your arms so he could push the flimsy material over your head. You dropped your arms, eyes downcast as Seokjin dragged his over your newly bared skin. Gently fingertips pushed your chin up to where he placed a kiss to your eager mouth.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, foreheads pressing to yours. Hands clasping your knees he dragged you to the edge of the island, his mouth hovering over your neck and clavicle, while his warm breath wafted on your skin, soaking in.

By the time he closed his pillow like petals over your peaking nipples, tongue laving over them, you were already aching against the very obvious bulge that was pressed right against your core.

Naturally, dinner was a bit late.

“Baby,” you called, hand now rubbing against his neck, trying to push him towards consciousness.

Seokjin grumbled, unintelligible before turning his head away from you. You gasped in mock offense. “A minute ago you didn’t want to leave me, now you’re pushing me away.”

“It was longer than a minute.” Jin raised his head to give you an owlish look. “You left me alone for too long; now I’m self sufficient.”

“Uh-huh, fine then, I suppose I’ll be eating all these pancakes by myself.” You moved to your own seat, placing two fluffy pancakes on your own plate and slathering them with chocolate syrup.

“Rude,” Jin huffed, brightening only when you put two on his own plate, sliding the butter and honey over. “If you were nicer, it would be you and honey on the menu for me but you’re playing.” He pouted.

“Jin!” You whined, “Please don’t, I’ve been having flashbacks all morning and you’re not helping.”

Your boyfriend paused mid-bite. “Flashbacks…? What kind of flashbacks?”

“About us, our time together…just stuff,” You took a bite into your pancake while Jin continued to stare at you.

“You were thinking about the bases, weren’t you?” He asked shrewdly, quirking his eyebrow.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because you got all messed up when I brought up eating you out casually. I mean I don’t want to brag but after four years together I can still get you all hot and bothered. I’m awesome.”

You tossed a sprig of rosemary at him in retaliation which he batted away before grinning lasciviously. “I’m right aren’t I? You were thinking of our ‘times’ together.”

“Jin,” You warned.

“Remember third base?”

Oh didn’t you…

“Oh my god, stop,” You placed a hand flat on Kim Seokjin’s perfect face, trying to push it away but damn the man was strong. All the hours he spent with Jungkook in that absurd Club gym weren’t wasted after all.

“Please,” he whispered.

“Jin, Sulli’s in the house. It’s weird.”

“She’s not in the room, is she? Just please, I’ve been waiting for so long. You promised!”

You yanked yourself away when you felt Jin’s hand trailing up your jeans. Ever since you’d crossed second base, Jin had become much more insistent on getting the bases out of the way. It had been five months already but neither of you had had enough time, what with your ongoing thesis and his job starting as a financial advisor.

The changing hours had left him tired, not much happening if he came over, only to fall asleep while you did your own thing or joined him.

Now he was settled and you were free. Jin’s way of celebrating that was to ‘get over with third base’.

“Y/N just let me taste you. I was so hard thinking about it and I had to talk to my boss sporting a boner. It’s the least you can do.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have thought about it.”

He growled. “Are you joking? I have a fucking beautiful girlfriend, how am I not supposed to think about getting my mouth on every available inch of you?”

You were so surprised by his vehemence that you never noticed his hand on your waistband, popping the button open. You straightened, allowing him to tug the zipper down. Jin’s eyes were darkening, lower lip caught in his teeth as he glanced up at you hungrily.

“Lay back, baby,”

You obeyed, positioning yourself flat on your back in the center of your bed. Jin hovered over you, sliding the jeans off you and tossing it over his shoulders.

“I thought you said no?” He asked, leaning over you to tap at the silk covering you. You hummed absently. “I said no, until Sulli leaves.”

“So, I can go to town?”

You groaned. “You are so lame.”

Jin pushed himself against you, a hand lifting your face to his. “You love me,” he shushed before crawling down your body, lifting the thin tank top to expose your stomach.

You watched; lips caught between your teeth, as Seokjin took a breath, lowering his mouth till it rested just over your navel, small brushes lilting against your rapidly heating skin. “Relax, love, you’re all red and tense.” He ran a soothing palm over your leg, taking your mind off the fact that you were indeed mostly naked in front of him.

“I’m fine,” you squeaked.

He laughed at you, eyes fond even as he was slipping a thumb into the waistband of your panties, edging them lower. “If you say so, but I need you a little less stiff so you can enjoy it and I can enjoy doing it to you. We don’t have to,” he began but you were already cutting him off.

“No, no, I’m fine, I want this.” You nodded frantically.

Your lover read you for a second longer, gauging your reaction before the fabric pooling around your knees vanished, tossed in the same direction your jeans were and Seokjin’s face was lowering again.

He settled himself comfortably in the space between your parted legs, making sure to place them over his shoulder, enormous as they were, holding them apart just in case you decided to close them.

And you did…

The first flicker of his tongue against the underside of your belly had you jolt in ticklish panic. Jin stopped immediately; giving you an accusing stare.

“Relax, Y/N.” He warned yet again, keeping his eyes on you as his tongue slipped out again, boldly pressing against your clit, a swift and noticeable pressure.

“Oh,” you said simply, your eyes fixed to your ceiling while you tried not to be distracted from his ministrations.

Each lick, pucker and suck against your rosy flesh had you moaning, exultation barely hidden and over the horizon. You wondered if Sulli had in fact, heard it all, each indecent and wonderful reaction; but as Jin moved, slurping lewdly against your wetness with his long, crooked fingers buried knuckle deep in you, coaxing an orgasm that blinded you and had him grunting in satisfaction, you thought: Ah, fuck it.

Jin was staring intently at you, while you kept your own eyes firmly fixed to your food.

“Well…do you?” He pressed.

“Jin,” you shook your head. “What does it matter anyway? It’s in the past, we’re here now, why are you so bothered about that?”

“Because,” He replied simply. “All those times were so hot. I don’t remember one single time when we’ve been awkward in our physical intimacy and I’m proud of us for clicking naturally.”

“Just in that one department,” You teased.

“I’m just going to point out to you that our fourth year anniversary just went by and that we live together. You might just bear my children someday.”

You threw yet another packet of condiment at him, squarely hitting him in the shoulder. He let out a short groan that made you look up in surprise. “I hurt you with a packet of pepper?”

“No, I just…I had morning wood…but you know food first…but, well, all this talk about our sex life kind of has me going again.”

Jin cast you big, warm hopeful eyes, squirming in his chair to get the point across. You eyed him right back, trying to pour as much disdain as you could into it but to no avail. Either he was too used to it or he was too horny to notice.

“Come on, Y/N,” he reached for your free hand, thumbing circles over yours.

“You have hands Jin,” you retorted, pulling at your hand but he held fast.

“Come on, Y/N,” He repeated, voice deepening to a pitch he knew had you melting in a pool of your own lust while he watched wickedly.

“Play fair, you jerk!”

Seokjin stood up, rising to his full height as he moved to your side, bending over your chair to press cool, chapped lips to your neck.

“I’m so hot for you. Plus, we love kitchen sex.” He murmured, a husky undertone already present that had you squirming in your own seat, much to his delight.

“You know you want to, baby.” Jin’s hand moved from your shoulder, brushing flat over your breast, tweaking at your hardening nipple over the over sized shirt of his you had on before settling near the apex of your legs.

“I also know exactly how you like it. We can have a mini celebration of our fourth base right here.”

You were already losing, you could tell. Your breath quickened, pulse thrumming in your ears, in tandem with Jin’s voice. You clutched at his bicep, nails inching on his skin. Your eyes fell shut when he pulled the shirt up, slipping into the cotton boy shorts that completed your night wear.

A simple push to one side and your legs were opening for the man, his fingers already running over the insides of your thighs. The delicate skin prickled, signaling goose bumps on the rise.

“Jin,” You whimpered, his body caging over yours with the other hand moving to pull at the shirt, tugging it till it popped free over your head.

“Damn, I’m never going to get tired of seeing you naked.” He grunted, already pulling his own shirt over his head to join you.

You turned in the chair, running a hand over his abdomen, feeling him clench at your touch.

“You know what I remembered?” You asked.

“Hmm?” Seokjin curved a hand under your chin, letting you fiddle with his drawstrings.

“I didn’t suck you off during our third base. I want to make up for that.” You glanced up, through your lashes even as Jin exhaled sharply, a curt nod allowing you to free him from his pants.

Seokjin’s hot, pulsating length bobbed; a sight you’d seen many times but one that struck you during times like these; when it was slow but there was desperation coating the air, causing you to appreciate just what a gorgeous man your boyfriend was in all sense of the word.

Jin waited, letting you marvel all over his manhood, hand wrapping around the base to tug at the skin. A drip of precum oozed at the head, indicating his eagerness and before he could brace himself you had engulfed him.

A healthy sex life had made you adept at taking in Jin’s size, his glans and most of his length settling into the hot cavern of your mouth and above you the man let out an obscene groan.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered when you went further, his hand reaching up to rest at the back of your head, helping you.

Minutes passed as the only sounds in the kitchen were Jin’s low grunts and the soft, squelching of his cock going down your throat. You used the extra saliva to coat his length thickly, but Jin pulled away.

“Floor, honey, get on the floor, I want to be inside you now.” He choked, his own hand wrapping tightly around his length, jerky movements giving away the edge.

You hurriedly complied, getting rid of the shorts before getting on the floor, on all fours for easiest access. Even though it definitely wasn’t your first time fucking in the kitchen, what with Jin’s fondness for cooking and your fondness for watching him at it, it had been a while. Getting your own apartment with a nice bed to fool around in, with jobs had made you both much more conservative.

Jin got on his knees behind you, patting at your legs until you moved so he could slide the folded fabric of his shirt under your knees. The other hand moved to your willing core, fingers rubbing over your swollen lips to gather your wetness.

“So wet, baby, it’s been a while since I’ve had you in the kitchen, are you excited?” He asked gently. You could already feel the smug smile in the kiss he placed over the curve of your ass as he wrapped his hands around your hips.

“Yes,” you answered him, basking in his excitement at being adventurous again.

“Mm, that’s nice, we should do this more often,” he said, running the head of his cock over your opening, watching the way your juices slicked on his skin. “I should surprise you more often; eat you out on the table…maybe you can suck me off while I cook your favorite fried rice? Or we can just get down and dirty on the floor, give us an excuse to clean more?”

“Jin, please hurry,” you whined and he giggled while pushing in finally.

Seokjin settled in you heavy, his cock hot as your wall squeezed him. Your back arched as Jin hissed, gritting his teeth.

“You’re sucking me in baby, look at that.” He pulled back, staring at the place you connected in awe, a slow rhythm placed that just toed the line between satisfying and not enough.

You let out a keening whine when Jin paused, still nestled in you to place a trail a kisses up your back, slowly starting again. “Jin,” You panted his name in reproach.

“I know baby, but I’m still sensitive and you’re so tight in the morning. Just enjoy it, we have time.” He soothed.

You lowered yourself to rest on your elbows while he continued to move in you, low groans of appreciation falling from his lips as you backed yourself on his length.

When finally you felt you might explode from the delicious burn of his thickness in you, rubbing just shy from that glorious spot, he picked up.

Jin’s frame bent over you, one hand wrapping around your chest to hold you to him as his hips picked up pace, pounding into you with a speed that had you crying out, broken and pitched.

Hot breath washed over your ear, Jin panting on your skin, low growls whimpering dirty praises that would’ve curled your toes if you weren’t getting distracted at the moment.

“Are you close, sweetheart? Are you going to come all over me, gush the way I like? I know you can. Come on,” His hand slipped down to the swollen nub of nerves, rubbing harshly.

Your body arced away from him, fragmenting with the power of the orgasm that washed over you. Jin still remained, a loud expletive escaping him at the way your walls tightened and squeezed, milking him inside of you. You dropped back to the floor, sated and dopey with Jin following, his warm weight comforting upon you.

Jin pushed hair out of your eyes, smiling when he saw the dazed beam on your face. “That was amazing.” You crooned. He kissed your lips, sealing the smiles together. “Yes, we are. Can you walk?” He quietly inquired.

You whined immediately, throwing arms around his neck. “No. Carry.”

Seokjin obeyed.

With some difficulty, Jin hefted you up into his arms, walking through the hall. “I think it’s fair that I get clingy and whiny in the mornings. You do the same after sex. Even Steven,” He teased you, receiving no answer. He glanced down to see you already asleep, head resting against his chest.

Sighing with a surge of endorphins and love for the nuzzling woman he carried to the bathroom, he thought of the surprise he had for you in his sock drawer.

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