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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Diphallia

Three part smut series about Leviathan and his blessing.

Pairing: Leviathan x MC (F)

Fandom: Obey Me.

Warning: Diphallia (Double Penis), hand-job.

Notes: A thank you to @theinariakuma for your help as always, I owe you so much.

Part One: Discovering.

‘Game over’ repeated in the background, the couple locking lips currently too distracted on wrestling with each other’s tongues to notice the game they’d been playing had ended. Her fingers threaded through the purple strands of his hair, tilting her head to glide perfectly against his as the flicker of his forked tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth. Leviathan pushed the controller from his lap, pulling her on to him to straddle him. Their bodies pressed close together as his hands settled on her waist before moving up beneath her shirt. His hands cupping her breasts over the bra, a motion he had slowly grown in confidence to do as their relationship progressed.

Her clothes were quickly dismissed as they flung them across the room, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. Whispers of “I’m going to miss you so much” were shared. Levi moving from her lips down and over the new exposure of her skin, skilled keyboard digits unhooking her bra and pulling it off in one swift motion.

“Levi!” Gasping with an arched back, his mouth taking a tiny bud of her nipple into his mouth. The flat of his tongue flickering over it whilst his lips sucked to pull it further into his mouth, before releasing it with a wet pop. The motion making her hips subconsciously buck down, grinding over him causing a groan from them both.

He could already sense her arousal, sweetness and desire flooding his senses as he guided her to continue to grind over him.

“Please… more I need more,” Desperation in her voice as his lips worked back up to her neck, sucking on a spot that would ensure to leave a mark. His mark, his visible clear mark to ward off his brothers whilst he was away. His tongue soothed over the reddened skin, purposefully having sucked on a spot that was visible and knowing it would have her wet in seconds. The softness of her palms ran up the impeccably toned torso, hidden beneath the thick layer of his hoodie. It was only recently that he found the courage to remove it, wanting and needing to feel the press of her skin bare against his. Waiting for his nod of approval, she grabbed the hem and pulled it off, tossing randomly across the room.

The delicate grind of her over him, the thumbs rolling over her pebbling nipples whilst his mouth focused on her neck was enough to satisfy her… for now. But she wanted more, needed more. They were no strangers to foreplay or oral, only and always on her behalf. Leviathan replaced his concentration on games for burying his head between her thighs, bringing eye-watering climaxes to her with his mouth and hand. Only he never progressed further than that or sought out his release in return. To start the young girl thought nothing of it, not wanting to push him into something he wasn’t comfortable with. Saving and hoping to have a conversation about stepping up their relationship to the next level on a physical and emotional connection, but when she tried to approach the topic of sex or foreplay on him he simply refused to speak about it. Turning his attention back to the games at hand or even the homework on his desk.

Letting her fingers graze the tone muscles, pausing on the v-lines that disappeared beneath his jeans before finally, her thumbs found the edge of his jeans.

“L-Levi… I- I don’t understand,” Confusion in her voice as her hands rested on the button of jeans, his hands above hers to stop her. Something he did every time she tried to undo them. However this time got to her, the emotional and doubt she felt running high within her. Leviathan was leaving in the morning for a two week trip on ‘Military Duties’ and she was hoping to send him off with something more than him simply letting her come on his mouth or fingers.

"You won't let me touch you... Levi, I don't understand?" Her voice was thick with emotion. "I love you. I want to be with you. To love you as much as you love me." Tears in her eyes as she looked up at him, the droplets slipping down her cheeks.

His face went red, why did she have to cry? "I... I'm not... a normie. I'm not normal..." His voice was hesitant. "I... Things are different to everyone else. When I became a demon." He was nervous. "I... have two?" He tried to explain it, face a bright shade of red. "T-that's why it's better being an icky Otaku. Because they don't care if I have two of them."

She mouthed back the words ‘Two’ silently to him in confusion, before he gestured down with his eyes. Her face matching his shade red.

"Oh, Levi..." Her fingers moved to cup his cheeks. "I don't care if you have one or two. You're you and I love you."

Levi held onto her waist as he pulled her to be flushed against his chest, sweet, tender kisses shared as they kept silent for a few moments. A mutual understanding of trust and love between them. Her thumbs stroking softly over his jawline as she kept her hands cupping his cheeks before pulling her lips away.

“Can I-... Can I see?” Her eyes getting lost in the heated yet still embarrassed gaze of his galaxy like eyes. A small nod followed as she shuffled backward slightly whilst his hands popped the button on his jeans. Slowly, he guided her hands under his, lifted his hips pulling the fabric of his jeans and boxers down. Face regaining in redness at her expression, eyes open wide and her mouth slightly ajar as she looked down.

A half mast cock stranding free just left central above his balls, at least eight inches already with more freedom to grow as it grew erect. Mirrored under half an inch to the right was another, exact same in length and shape. Both of them twitching slightly to be exposed, a delicate glossy bead pooling at the right one’s head.

“Levi… you’re beautiful…” Her voice hitching slightly, tearing her eyes away to speak to him directly rather than at his cocks.

“I- You don’t have to be nice to me, I get that- that it’s weird,” Completely and utterly flustered from the situation, nerves a light as he explained the best he could to the girl he loved.

“Levi… you idiot, you're a demon, everything about you is weird,” She teased with a light laugh, holding his cheek in her palm to maintain their intimate eye contact. “I love you regardless, this doesn’t change anything,”. Soft tears forming in his eyes at her tenderness, a side to him he felt shameful for, now exposed in an accepting and welcoming manner. “So can I- I mean, do they both… work?”.

“Uh- yeah, I have to… relieve them a lot, I get a lot of built-up release…” The red flush on his cheeks spread down his neck as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Can I touch them?” Softly stroking her hands over his chest. A slow nod came from him, the couple shifting so he was lying down, resting upon his elbows whilst she kneeled up between his legs. Putting her hands on his knees, she slowly pushed her palms up his thighs until they rested just beneath his groin. Her left hand slowly wrapping her fingers around his left cock, his breath hitching as the muscles in his abdomen twitched. Her right hand mimicked the action on his right cock, Levi groaning heavily as they both stood solid at full mast. The noise he made, made her still, keeping her hold but not moving as her eyes shot up to his.

“The- The right is really… ngh- sensitive,” Strained words as his hips rose, her fingers giving him a gentle squeeze. His head was thrown back as she stroked him in simultaneous movements, using her thumbs to coax down the leaking bead of pre-cum and stroking down his shafts.

His eye’s screwed shut, hands fisted into the bedsheets as she sped up her movements, twisting and changing the pressured grip around him, “I- ha. I’m gonna cum…”. He came apart in front of her by her touch, panting with deep groans until he spilled onto both of her hands. Thick spurts of white coating her fingers as she shallowly pumped him until his release was fully over. His release was plentiful and doubled than any of the other brothers, covering and dripping from her hands onto his thighs. Leviathan’s chest still heaving with a bead of sweat running down his neck, completely spent and blinded by pleasure.

A vulnerability to him like none before. Bared naked, body, and soul to her. Only one or two people before her had ever seen him, touched him. But none of them had reacted the way she had, no sense of acceptance or understanding. Just pretending that he was ‘normal’ and taking one of his dicks, masking a horrified expression if they came in touch with the other one. But with her, with her, it was a weight off his shoulders. Love and nothing more. Acceptance. Acceptance Levithan had struggled all his life to find. A ‘normie’, a human, his human being the only thing in Hell to accept him for his true form.

“I love you, I love you so, so much,” After a moment of rest whilst she cleaned herself and him up, sticky tissues tossed across the room. Levi cupping her face to kiss her as he sat up.

“I love you too,” Her fingers buried in his hair, gentle pecks on their lips between words. They shared a look, a heated gaze but not for lust, for love.

“I want… I want to-“ He started but she cut him off before he could finish it. “Yes”.

“But you don’t-“.

"You want to pact with me? Yes .. yes, Levi, yes." The fingers in his hair pulled his face closer so the movement of her words was felt against his lips. In class, she learned that demon pacts were something intimate, sometimes romantic. Knowing he wanted her to pact with him made warmth blossom in her chest.

“I do… I do so, so much,” In hushed whispers as he wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her against him. “But only if you want to,”.

“I want to be yours Levi… only and always yours,”.

[Part 2: Preparing].

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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The Neighbor

A/N: Gif isn't mine. If you're the creator, please let me know so I can give you the credits.

Pairing: John Wick X Reader

Word count: 2.2K

Requested by: @massive-freaking-fox

{“My new neighbor is simultaneously the scariest and nicest people I’ve met.” But with John Wick and reader? Like the reader is his new neighbor and kinda a slow burn after she gets over being intimidated by him?? Idk I like all things fluffy and that sounds like a good one}

{John Wick Masterlist}

The wind messes with your hair, making a shiver roll down your spine. Pulling your feet up on the small, wooden table you have on the front garden of your house, you can't help but stare at the bigger, larger house beside your own. But it's not the house itself that gets your undivided attention. It's the owner. The man with the weirdest routine you ever knew. You've seen him, messy hair, playing with his dog, but also in an impeccable dark suit, hair slid back. When you see him like that, he's gone for a while. Days, weeks.

The look in his eyes used to scare you. You had the feeling that his stare alone was enough to make people shake like a leaf, surrender everything they own.

You remember the first time you laid eyes on him. Taylor, the only friend you had made back then, since you moved here, asked for your company on a morning walk. She lives down the street, so you joined her when she passed by your place. A few steps and something caught your eye. You saw him moving inside, through the windowpane, and for some reason, you stopped, shamelessly staring. He was facing away, his strong, muscular back everything you could see.

“(Y/N),” Taylor called you. “Oh.” She mumbled once she noticed what you were looking at. “That's Mr. Wick. I don't know the first name. He's not very social.”

The man turned around and you involuntary held your breath. The way his dark hair fell on his face, hiding his eyes made you give a step back.

“Hey,” Taylor called you once more, snapping a finger in front of your face. “I know he's hot, but I can't believe you're already daydreaming.”

“What?” You finally looked away, eyes now focusing on your friend. The feeling you had was far from what Taylor suggested, but it was still unnamed. “I wasn't daydreaming. Let's get moving.” When you started walking again, you couldn't help but give one last look. And you felt like hit by a car when you got him already staring, straight at you.

The memory makes you shiver more than the wind, which gets colder every passing minute. The sun is setting, and soon it'll be dark. But you're still looking at the house, which it's empty. Mr. Wick. John Wick, left more or less a week ago, dressed to impress as usual. Your mind floats back to the day he told you his first name, the day when he didn't make any effort to hide he was interested in you.

The accidental meeting happened a few weeks after the first time you saw him, after a handful of times that you bumped into each other on the sidewalk. He always smiled kindly and greeted you with a good morning or a good evening. But on that particular night, after you left Taylor's house and started making the way back home, a storm broke loose and the sky fell on you. You had been feeling ill all day, but chose not to give much thought about it. But then, under the cold, heavy rain, you had to focus on keeping your legs working. Bracing yourself, you groaned when your foot slipped, making you fall, your arm hitting the ground hard.

“Damn it.” You muttered, the loud noise of a car stopping suddenly getting your attention. The rain clouded your vision as a blur moved towards you, and arms pulled you up, back to your feet.

“Miss (Y/L/N).” He had said. “Are you alright?”

You could only nod, the words caught in your throat because you were aware of how close to his body he was holding you. Mr. Wick stood tall, way taller than you, like a tower. You didn't want to, but the cold was taking over, and your body collided against his, seeking some warmth. “I'm ok.” You lied, looking up and meeting those dark eyes, as dark as the night that surrounded both of you. That time you noticed he was much older than you and the proximity allowed you to feel the muscles under the suit. You couldn't help but feel intimidated, suddenly so small and fragile.

“Come. Let me drive you home.” Mr. Wick guided you to his car, opening the passenger door and helping you in. You were feeling terribly dizzy, so you didn't complain.

“I-I live on the house next to yours.” You said, shaking like a leaf. “On the left.”

“I know.” He answered, giving you a worried look.

Once he stopped by your house, you opened the door and started making the way to the front door, thankful to reach the porch that offered shelter from the rain, but not from the cold. You searched for the keys, but soon enough you remembered you had left them at Taylor's, on her kitchen table. Alongside your phone.

“Shit.” You whispered to yourself, looking over your shoulder, seeing that Mr. Wick was still standing there, in the rain, as if waiting for you to get in.

You didn't quite understand why you felt so scared of him when he had been nothing but gentle to you on every single occasion you happened to meet. But the very sight of him sends a wave of nervousness through your body. Mr. Wick walks, talks, and even breathes like he hides something, a secret, dark and dangerous. Or maybe it was just the cold and the dizziness messing with your head.

“You may go, Mr. Wick. I... I will have to get back to my friend's. I forgot the keys.” You told him, pushing the wet hair away from your face. “And my phone.”

“I won't let you go back there in this weather. You're clearly feeling sick.” Mr. Wick walked over you, reaching out his hand. “Come to my house. I'll make something warm for you to drink and you can use my phone to call your friend.”

Your answer would be no, obviously. But a flash of bright lightning crossed the sky, followed by a rumble of deafening thunder, which, it seems, was loud enough to open up the skies and strengthen the rain, if that was even possible. “I promise I only want to help.” He said, and that made you nod and step forward, taking his hand.

Mr. Wick had an arm around your waist during the short walk to his house. You breathed out, relieved for the warmth when you stepped in. While he disappeared into the house, you seated on the coffee table instead of the couch, since you were soaking wet. He was quick to bring you a towel and a tea, handing you his cellphone. But for some reason, Taylor wouldn't pick up, so you had no choice but to hand Mr. Wick his phone back. It seemed like the whole Universe was against you that night.

“She won't answer.” You said feeling his fingers brushing on yours when he took the phone from your cold, shaking hand. Looking up, you noticed he changed into dry clothes. Jeans a white T-shirt. He looks handsome, as he always does. There must be a reason for him not to have a girlfriend or anyone in his life. There must be a catch, a plot twist somewhere here. Someone looking like Mr. Wick must have a long trail of hearts wanting to belong to him. “I'm sorry, Mr. Wick, for all the trouble I'm causing you.”

“You may call me John.” He said, sitting on the couch before you. You didn't know why, but it came out to you that he moved like a predator, steady and always in full alert. But his voice was kind, low and calming. He knew you were scared of him, of course, he did. Nothing goes unnoticed by him.

“You may call me (Y/N), then.” You muttered, sipping on your tea.

“A pretty name for a pretty lady.” The compliment made you smile, looking down to hide your blushing cheeks. “I can give you dry clothes. Until you get to contact your friend.”

And so he did. Mr. Wick... John... Gave you one of his sweatpants and shirt, and you changed off of your soaking clothes. You felt stupid, ugly, in his baggy clothes, bracing yourself as if trying to disappear as you made your way back to the living room, ignoring how cold the floor was under your bare feet. John's eyes lingered for a while, as you walked over him, taking a seat on the couch, keeping a distance.

“May I... May I ask what do your work with, Mr... John.” You corrected yourself and he smiled. The question only came up because the silence was as intimidating as him. Any kind of conversation would help, you thought.

“I'm retired.” He simply said. “What about you?”

“I'm an office administrator. From a... An office that sells medical equipment.” God, you sounded like an idiot. You felt so small, tiny, compared to him. And ugly, set side by side with him. From this up close, his handsomeness was shocking, breathtaking. The way his eyes were set on you made you shiver, clearing your throat, you tried to push the words out. “I just started though... I just moved here two months ago.”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

His question got you by surprise, and you looked up, meeting his intense eyes. “No. I just...” A humorless laugh left your lips, and you pushed the hair away from your face. “I must look so bad in these.” You gestured at yourself, and then to him. “And you're just... More. I mean...”

You froze when you felt his hand on your face, fingertips running across your jaw, leaving a trail of fire. “I think you look beautiful. Even on my baggy clothes.”

You suddenly realized you wanted to kiss him. The sudden change was a surprise, and you were perplexed with yourself. The fear was slowly sinking, opening a new space, which was being filled with something else. Curiosity. A sudden need to know why John was touching you so gently, why he was saying those things. You felt your body moving closer to him, almost as if being pulled involuntary, like a magnet. You wanted to touch him, to know how he's beard would feel under your fingers, but you didn't know if you could.

“Can-can I...” You stuttered, biting your tongue. How was it possible, that your mind worked in such a weird way? That all of a sudden, you wanted him, the man you've been trying to avoid? You were a mess that night, threatening to fall apart right before him.

John took your hand, softly, bringing it to his lips and placing a kiss on your fingers, as soft as silk. You felt his stubble, eyes fixed of the shape of his lips. “You don't have to be so nervous around me, (Y/N),” John said, his voice barely a whisper. “And, if you want, I'd like to take you out on a date.”

“You want to take me out?” You repeated, speaking too fast, trying to understand why in the hell would a man like John wants to go on a date with a girl like you. It didn't make sense, and you had this feeling that trying to understand would only lead to a dead end.

“I do.” You muttered because there was no other possible answer. Another kiss came, this time on your cheek, dangerously close to your lips.

A car approaching drags you away from the warm memory, and you're finally able to avert your eyes from his house. You miss him, and somehow looking at the empty house makes you feel a little better. He did take you out, on the next night. And you have been to several dates by now, too many to count.

“My neighbor is simultaneously the scariest and nicest person I ever met.” You told Taylor on the day after your second date with John Wick. She laughed and you blushed, because on the night before, John kissed you by your front door, for the first time. You had to tiptoe, despite the high heels you were wearing, your arms quick to pull him closer, welcoming his touch.

“Are you in love with him?” She asked, smirking.

“I think I am.” You admitted on a low voice.

John Wick was a patient man. He waited, he worked hard to make you feel comfortable around him. And he succeeded.

Today, you smile to yourself. The intimidation John caused completely replaced by love. The kind of love you never thought you'd feel, the kind you didn't even know existed.

“Sweetheart.” A voice reaches you, carried by the wind. Immediately, you put your feet down and stand up, turning to find John, stepping out of his car.

“My love.” You run into his embrace, arms wrapping around his neck as you tiptoe to kiss him, his soft lips suddenly making the cold leave your skin. “I missed you so much. If I knew you'd come back today I'd cook something nice for you.” Whispering, you don't step away from his embrace.

“That's even better because now I can help you.” His deep, strong voice still sends shivers down your body, but for a very different reason now.

“Let's go then.” Smiling to him, you entangle your fingers on his, following his pace to his house.

The place that once terrified you now feels more like home than your own. As does John. In his arms, you find solace, safety, unending love.

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justanotherlifeff · 4 years

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Could I get a Bakugo x Fem! Reader who is an e energetic and happy hero and is all sunshine and rainbows and Bakugo secretly freaking loves it a whole lot and it turns him on with how cute and smiley she is and basically turns her into his perfect little sub If that makes sense!

Cutie

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Degradation, Daddy kink, Submissive reader, Dominating Bakugou, Hella kinky stuff

Ever since the UA days, Bakugou loved the way you acted. You were always a bundle of happiness, a contrast opposite to him and could bring out the good in everyone, including an angry gremlin like himself. Sure, back then, he acted like he hated it, that he despised her bubbly and positive attitude but if he were to be honest, you gave him the motivation to do better and be a better person/hero. You were a part of Bakusquad ever since you stepped into the class and with time, Bakugou found himself considering you as one of the closest friends he ever had. With time, his attraction towards you only grew and by the time you were in your third year, he had fallen hard for you. The fact that Kaminari constantly flirted with you and you laughed at his attempts did nothing but piss Bakugou off. Honestly, he was surprised that he didn't beat Kaminari to a pulp yet. However, that didn't mean that he wouldn’t put a stop to that. As soon as third year ended, he demanded that you joined his new found agency. You joined without hesitation since the two of you were best friends. Which is why, he found himself in this situation, pinning you to a wall as you looked up at him with pink dusting your cheeks and a flustered expression.

It had been an year since Bakugou opened the famous "Ground Zero Agency" where you worked as his partner. Your quirk was not as strong as Bakugou's, which is why starting off as an independent pro hero was not an option for you. Besides, you had other reasons to join his agency. You had a huge crush on him ever since your second year in UA. After all, why wouldn’t you? He was nice to you compared to everyone else (he still had a weird nickname for you and cussed at you when you messed up but it was far, far less aggressive than everyone else), he looked like a greek God, and most importantly, let's just say you were kinda a fangirl cause damn that man knows how to kick villain butts. Anyway, ever since Bakugou opened up his agency and you joined his agency, Bakugou ended up getting to the top 10 position in hero ratings. Your ratings improved drastically as well thanks to Bakugou's impeccable leadership and you had your position in the top 20. Now that both of you were quite popular pro heroes, you were invited to the annual hero reunion gala where every popular heroes were invited. It was an event that was held mostly for giving every hero a chance to increase media coverage and get more investors for their respective agencies. Pro hero Ground Zero and (H/N) naturally got an invitation and while Bakugou was not initially excited about showing up, hearing that you're going chanced that. Since the two of you ran the agency together (even though it wasn’t your agency and you were a hired pro hero but you'd always help a friend out), Bakugou and you decided that he'd pick you up from your home and that you should go with him. Did Bakugou initially plan to ask you on a date instead of making it sound like something that should be done for their agency? Yes, yes he did. Did he chicken out at the last moment and pretend that it was all for the agency? Again, yes, yes he did. How could he not chicken out? You were always just too cute that it disarmed him.

Going back to current events, Bakugou was waiting for you infront of your apartment in his brand new Lamborghini (cause he's a show off). When you finally came out, he almost had a seizure. You wore a tiny black dress that hugged your curves perfectly. You went for a no makeup look and your (H/C) hair was curled. Along with all that, you had the cutest smile on your face and Bakugou knew that he'd have a boner the entire time. This had been happening recently for the last few months. He used to feel his heartbeat increase whenever you smiled like that before but nowadays, he downright gets boners. Probably because you keep getting cuter every damned day atleast to him. The whole car ride was distracting as you kept rambling like a child about how your day went. He wondered how you could make something as disgusting as cleaning the toilet sound like something adventurous. Bakugou gave short replies like his usual self but since when did that stop you? Upon reaching, the both of you were swarmed by the press who kept asking if you and Bakugou were dating. There were certain rumours since no one except you could work that well with Bakugou. The way you blushed as soon as the reporters brought it up made his cock twitch in his pants. At this point, he was thanking whatever God gave him the brilliant idea of wearing tight boxers.

When Bakugou thought that getting in the party would change things, he was completely wrong. Everyone from Bakusquad showed up to the party as well since they gained popularity too. Your first reaction was to run at Mina and Kirishima and tackle them. You and Mina were inseparable back in the UA days and you were the one who set her up with Kirishima since they were pining on eachother for the longest time. You were really close to Kirishima as well since he always hung out with you and Bakugou. Hell, you were pretty much close to everyone. However, Bakugou, Mina and Kirishima probably were closer than the others. That didn't mean that Bakugou didn't get jealous. He didn’t like the fact that Kirishima and Mina got hugs from you since he decided that he was the only one who deserved hugs from you. Which meant that he was downright glaring at the oblivious couple as they talked to you with excited voices. You haven’t met up with them in a while thanks to your busy schedule. Things got worse when Kaminari put an arm around your shoulder and asked, "Aww they got a hug and I didn’t? Isn't that unfair, (Y/N)?". Let's just say that Bakugou was really, really close to losing control of his quirk.

"Kaminari-kun, are you jealous?" you winked at the blonde before laughing. "I'll be fucking damned if dunce face is the one to make her laugh like that." Bakugou growled internally, losing his shit and pretty much grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the surprised group. You personally were shocked by his sudden aggression. Yes, Bakugou was a really agressive person but he never showed much of that side towards you until now. You tried to talk to him and asked him to slow down but all your words went unheard till he pulled you into an abandoned corridor in the community hall and shoved you into a janitor's closet that was in the corridor. Getting in there himself, he closed the door, letting only tiny beams of light pass through the gaps on the door. "Bakugou-kun, why did you bring me here?" you asked, confused, tilting your head sightly. Only if you knew what your cuteness did to him.... "I was gonna ask you on a fucking date before I chickened out cause you always look so damn cute!" Bakugou hissed as he pinned you to the wall of the janitor's closet, making a slight amount of pink to dust your cheeks as you looked at him with a flustered expression.

"Y-you like me?" you stuttered at his sudden confession. "Yes (Y/N). Now, if you continue to be so fucking cute, I'll take you right here, right now. You're really testing my self control now so stop looking so damned cute or just tell me on my face if you don't want me." Bakugou grumbled as he closed the distance between you even more, your lips almost touching. "I like you too, Bakugou-kun... I want you to continue..." you whispered, meeting his lips. It didn’t take long for Bakugou to kiss you back with immense passion and agression. His tongue demanded entrance in your mouth and you let him. Your tongues battled for dominance which he won in a matter of moments, leaving you completely breathless. Before you could realise, his hands already travelled to your groins as a finger rubbed your pussy. "So wet... Did this get you horny baby? Who knew, such an innocent cutie could turn out to be a complete slut..." Bakugou muttered to your ear with a smug smirk. "Ah... Baku..." you were stopped with a light peck on your lips as Bakugou looked at you with an unusually soft expression and said, "Call me Katsuki. You're my girl now, right?". "Yes, Katsuki... I'm yours..." you breathed out as his fingers rubbing your pussy was making you weak at your knees. "Why were you flirting with dunce face back there huh? You've been such a bad girl. You know what happens to bad girls? They get punished. Guess what's gonna happen to you now, baby?" Bakugou whispered into your ear with a smirk as a wave of heat washed throughout your body and pooled at your vagina. "Getting wetter are we? Does this turn you on? Do you want daddy to punish you?" Bakugou whispered to you. He didn’t know how you'd react to his kinks and honestly, he was anxious about your response. However, all his worries went away when you looked at him with a cute smile and said, "Punish me daddy. Please?". Damn he would never forget the face you made as it instantly made him get the most painful hard on in his entire life.

"Fuck... You really know how to make daddy happy huh? Such a cute fucking smile... You wanna be punished huh? Fine, I'll fuck you into oblivion but if you make one noise, I'm not letting you cum." Bakugou hissed at you before he pulled your dress up, removed your panties, picked you up, held you against the wall and entered you with brute force. You almost yelped at the feeling as his cock was bigger than anything you've put in yourself so far as it filked you to the brim. Biting your lips, you controlled yourself before looking at Bakugou, giving him the signal to move. Without a warning, he pounded into you with an unforgiving pace, making it almost impossible for you to keep quiet. However, you wanted to be good for him. The idea of him being so much in control turned you on so much that you were already feeling dizzy from all the sensations that were inflicted on your body. "Fuck.... So tight.... You're clenching on me..." Bakugou whispered to you making you grab onto him tighter as the sensations were making you feel euphoric beyond measure. You were going to cum soon. "Such a good girl for me... You’ve listened to daddy and didn't make a noise huh? Daddy's got two rewards for you. For being so damn cute and for being a good girl. I'll let you cum for being such a cutie..." Bakugou muttered into your ear, increasing his pace and making you come undone all over him. Even then, you made no noise except your ragged breathing. However, Bakugou didn't stop as he kept chasing his own release, overstimulating you. You couldn't help it anymore as you whimpered slightly at the unbearably pleasant feeling. "Can't help it anymore baby? It's okay. Lemme hear those cute sounds. Don't make a racket though." Bakugou groaned to your ear as he was nearing his release. With his permission, you let out low gasps and whimpers while trying to keep the loud moans as you bit your lips hard enough to draw blood.

It didn’t take long for Bakugou to cum. With a light groan, he pumped you full of his release. He carefully put you down before making you wear your panties before any of his release leaks out. After the two of you caught your breath, he whispered something to you that flustered you completely. "Having your insides full of my cum is my reward to you for being a good girl. Now that you’ll have my cum all over your panties and inside you as well when you talk to any of those shitty extras, you’ll keep remembering who you belong to."

[Author's note: I hope this is good enough? 😅]

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keeperofhounds · 4 years

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Lost & Found (Chapter Two)

Special thanks to my beta reader @rachelbethhines and special thanks to Varian 66 on Discord for their part in developing this story.

We all know how the original story started. We all know how it ended too. Let’s see an alternate take if Eugene were to have been adopted rather than being alone for most of his life.

Turns out outrunning the royal guard wasn’t as easy as he thought. It wasn’t even the guards that were Flynn’s biggest problem, it was the damn horse. That horse made him really work for that escape. The ridiculousness of the entire situation would be a good story to tell later on though. He at least knew one person who would get a laugh out of the entire thing.

Once he and the horse fell off the cliff when the branch broke, the thief took the opportunity to get out of the beasts sight. Doing his best to avoid catching the stubborn horse's attention Flynn stumbled along the side of boulders covered in overgrowth. Placing his hand over the overgrowth the thief attempted to regain his footing only for his hand to meet nothing but air. Surprised Flynn almost fell through the opening before catching himself.

Moving the overgrowth to the side Flynn saw an unused path in a dark tunnel. He didn’t think it would hide him from the superior sense of smell of a horse, but at this point the man was desperate. Stumbling through the overgrowth and cringing at the amount of noise his boots made on the forest floor. Flynn leaned against the wall of the tunnel holding his breath as the shadow of the horse stalked towards his hiding place.

Flynn froze when the shadow of the horse placed his nose on the floor hoping to find him. Those tense moments seemed to last forever before the shadow snorted stalking away from the hidden tunnel. Flynn didn’t move, he needed to be absolutely sure the threat was gone.

Backing away and slowly gaining confidence that the horse was long gone. Flynn ran from the tunnel entrance not believing his luck the horse should have been able to smell him but maybe the plants were able to hide his scent. He had been told that some plants had really strong scents it’s what he used when avoiding guard dogs, whatever the case if that horse didn’t find him then no one was going to.

Once he was out of the tunnel Flynn found himself in a clearing with green grass and many wildflowers growing without restraint. There were no worn trails leading in or out along the grass and the tower at the center looked abandoned. Although it looked lonely and gloomy with the lack of sun shining within the area not that Flynn had any reason to be picky. It was the perfect place for someone like him to hide out.

Staring up at the tower he could feel the strands of a plan forming within his mind.

Flynn Rider would like to say that, that was the end of his story. That he scaled the tower to find it deserted returned the crown with his impeccable skills and ran off into the sun set for his next great adventure. Yes, in Flynn Rider’s perfect life all of this would have happened, but life doesn’t really work that way and it’s never perfect. For the record Flynn would like everyone to know that he was no amateur, but after being threatened, chased, and exhausted from climbing a tower it was only natural that someone finally got the drop on him.

Which is how he found himself shouting awake after feeling something soggy thrown into his ear, honestly it felt like a wet willy. Tied to a chair with the strangest rope imaginable, human hair. It wasn’t even cut it was all long strands that seemed to go on forever no matter where he looked until his eyes found the person the hair was.

“Stru-struggling is pointless,” the shadow on a beam shouted in false confidence.

Squinting his eyes Flynn tried to get a better look at the person hidden in the shadows. They sounded young maybe younger than him and definitely a girl. If it wasn’t the fact he was tied up, he would have thought this was one of the strangest situations he’d ever been in.

Flynn watched the silhouette of the girl jumped to the floor slowly getting closer to Flynn, “I know why you’re here...and I’m not...afraid of you.”

The tied up man only gave her a look of disbelief, there was no way she knew. Although the stranger seemed pretty sure she knew why he was there but he thought it would be better to voice his thoughts, “What?”

The girl walked into the sunlight finally giving Flynn a face to go along with the unnaturally long hair and nervous voice. “Who are you?” She asked, holding a frying pan with both her hands tightly showing off her nervousness but putting on a brave face. She slowly raised it as if to smack him, “And how did you find me?”

The thief couldn’t take his eyes off her. The girl was in fact very beautiful with her long golden locks and her pretty dress that he was at a loss for words.

“Who are you?” The girl asked again getting more nervous at Flynn’s none answer. Slowly raising her frying pan higher as if expecting him to attack her, “And how did you find me?”

Flynn cleared his throat seeing how nervous the girl was. He could still sort of feel the pain on his head which he can only assume was from the frying pan in her hands. In this case he thought it best to just be honest with her and maybe try to lighten this tense mood, “I now not who you are nor how I came to find you but may I just say…” He gave her his best smile, “Hi, how you doin’ my name's Flynn Rider. How’s your day goin’?”

This normally worked with people when he was trying to pretend that he wasn’t up to something, but the attempt fell flat with the girl pointed her makeshift weapon at him like a sword, “Who else knows about my location? Flynn Rider.”

Flynn thought that this would be too easy. So, he told her the very condensed version of what happened how he ran into trouble and found her tower. It wasn’t even a lie it was all true. That was he noticed the missing satchel which held the one thing that could get him from becoming a criminal in Corona. As he turned wildly or tried too with the hair around him he asked the girl where his satchel was.

Rapunzel who she was apparently called herself crossed her hands over her chest in a self satisfied manner. Not unlike younger siblings and children would do when they think they got one over the clearly smarter people. “I’ve hidden it somewhere you’ll never find it.”

Flynn was unimpressed, he had enough experience to at least have an idea of where she could have put it. It also sounded like she didn’t get out often with how she acted with him early. Looking around the room his eyes landed on a lone pot close to the girl. “It’s in that pot isn’t it?”

When Flynn next woke up from his most recent bout of unconsciousness he saw the culprit of once again the wet willy. Shouting in disgust the chameleon jumped away in surprise as he tried to wipe away the ickiness with his shirt. It also didn’t help with his annoyance at the situation, who goes around hitting people beside the head with a frying pan? “Will you stop doing that.”

Acting more confident than ever with the familiar pose of arms crossed over her chest, “Now it’s hidden somewhere you’ll never find it.”

The professional thief gave her look at her words. He could think of a few places that she could have hidden the crown. Under her bed, in the same pot, under a floorboard, in the walls, maybe even under a step. The problem with that was he didn’t really have a lot of time to just go looking for it.

So, satisfied with outwitting him, Rapunzel shot out question after question which strangely enough all seemed to revolve around her hair. Eugene would never in a million years would have thought he would have met someone more eccentric than the one he knew but she definitely took the cake. Why would anyone want hair?

He told her as such making sure to emphasize that what she was accusing him of trying to do was ridiculous. While he was pretty sure that if anyone even wanted her hair could make a pretty penny making wigs out of all that hair the fact was that stealing hair wasn’t even a thing. No one did that especially if it was still attached to a person. Rapunzel looked shocked at his denial of her claims as if the thought that no one wanted her hair was ridiculous.

The frog glared at him trying to do what Flynn could only assume was see through his truthful words and find a lie. The entire situation was getting too weird for him and he lived with weird for years. This type of weird though had no charm. As the girl talked to her frog he tried to struggle his binds and escape but of course it was useless.

“Okay, Flynn Rider I am prepared to offer you a deal.”

“A deal?” He asked as he fell face first to the floor as Rapunzel moved her long hair.

Rapunzel explained the deal. She wanted him to take her to see the lanterns that the kingdom held every year for the lost princess. The very thought of doing that when the crown was missing didn’t sit very well with him not only is he still in hot water with the kingdom but he was being expected to escort a girl who in turn stole the crown. It sort of felt like a spit in the face to the poor monarchs.

He remembered being seven when the guards searched desperately for the girl and how the villagers and townspeople aided in the search. Heck, he had tried helping too because it was the right thing to do, but no one found her. Now he didn’t think that she was out there, but he couldn’t fault the monarchs for believing that their daughter was still out there. There is still no evidence of her demise and he can at least relate to holding onto that one certainty. Maybe if he found their daughter the crown wouldn’t matter, but the reality was, he needed to give that crown back.

“Fine, I’ll take you to see the lanterns.”

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jincherie · 5 years

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robokook sneep peep

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Jeongguk's gaze occasionally strayed to the buildings lining the streets, to neon signs not yet lit with promises of what one would find deep in the establishment's bowels. Your own gaze finds itself back every few minutes to its favourite place to rest, the soft planes of Jeongguk's face as mesmerising and endearing as the first day you saw him.

It was a surprisingly peaceful afternoon, the streets oddly quiet— then again, you supposed, these weren't really their most active hours. However, you soon turned the corner, and the further down the street you got, the more your ears strained and began to pick up a foreign noise, one you couldn't quite pinpoint. The sound began to brush your eardrums softly just as Jeongguk started to speak.

"This area is full of weird smells," he started, closing his eyes a moment as he inhaled. "Lots of weird smells, but I think that it must look pretty at night time, with all the glowing signs—"

The two of you reached another corner, rounding it hand-in-hand, and simultaneously froze at the sight before you as the noise reached a crescendo.

Horror flooded your stomach, sinking deep into your veins, but you could only look on as the sight registered in your mind. A man, old and somewhat bedraggled despite the expensive, brand-name clothing over his plump form, was shouting obscenities several metres away. His arm came down repetitively, a metal pipe gripped in his hand, and it was with a nauseating cocktail of dread and panic mixing within you that you realised he was bringing it down upon someone.

"Worthless! I should have thrown you out from the beginning, nothing but useless scrap metal!"

An android, it was an android that was being abused right before your eyes. Another stood to the side, behind the man, pleading and begging for him to stop but it appeared to fall upon deaf ears. The shock of it rooted you to your spot, before you remembered the person currently gripping your hand like a vice. Your gaze whipped to the side and your heart fell to your feet at the sight of Jeongguk, staring wide-eyed as translucent fluid slipped over perfect cheeks and dripped from his chin.

Jeongguk was rooted to the spot, and at the scene in front of him something shifted, something snapped. He didn't need to breathe, but he found himself struggling to suck air in, joints of his knees beginning to malfunction and tremble. His hearing, impeccable and state of the art, began to ring and fuzz, static blurring the harsh, insulting words the man in front of him slew from his mouth. He could only stand still as the pipe came down again, and again. He couldn't hear what the man was saying, but still a voice filled his ears.

"No, stop! I won't do it anymore! I cannot take living like this!"

Sickening crunches filled the air of the street, onlookers freezing to take in the spectacle. Jeongguk just barely registered the wetness over his face as the android on the ground cried out, attempting to shield itself with its arms only for them to begin to bend and crumple from the force of the blows. Another swing, another hit, another voice— but who was talking? The earth began to spin as his system began to overload.

"Living? Filthy droid, you were never alive!"

Onlookers began to whisper, some shouting out. Another smash of the pipe into the increasingly compromised form cowering on the pavement and Jeongguk began to sway. He wasn't being hit, but he could feel every blow as though it was his body crumpling like foil beneath the thick, sturdy metal of the pipe. An image flashed in his mind, overlaying his current vision, and a sensation like his chest was going to burst filled him to the brim. His lips moved but his voice did not leave them.

"I am alive! I can think, I can feel! You cannot keep me h—"

Shouting began to fill the air as police ran with haste towards the man committing such a violent act in broad daylight, in front of the crowd that had gathered. But Jeongguk did not see it, only another image that filled his mind as black began to encroach upon its edges.

"You will never be alive! You were made to please and serve, and if you cannot even do that then I have no need of you. Filthy fucking android."

His mind blared with warnings as the image faded, and the last thing he saw before he fell was a look of horror on your face as you cried out, reaching for him.

"Jeongguk!"

Everything went black.

#i asked steph which bit i should share as a peep and she said this one!!!!#robokoo #a well oiled machine #awom #kdnfhbhjbgd #sneep peep #sneak peek

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avengers-nextgen · 6 years

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Prometheus XV

The others were busy preparing for bed. They’d handle the clean up tomorrow and prayed that none of the Asgardians decided to kill each other.

Piper had managed to clean up her mess from working on a new project and was lounging in bed scrolling aimlessly through her phone. Part of her wondered what the others were up to but at the same time she figured it couldn’t be too important.

Time ran into hours of unintentional time wasting until a little green notification sprung up.

Meet me outside. I have a delivery.

The vagueness of the text was all Piper needed to scramble out of bed. Having broken focus on her phone she finally heard the thrum of rain and the gentle roll of thunder. How was Gen outside during a storm like this? The girl hated the New York streets when they were full of nasty water and smelling of sewage.

Whatever it was Piper figured it had to have been important. Pulling on a jacket she slunk soundlessly down the hallway to the lift. The heavy duty elevator carried her down to the main floor.

Hardly anyone was still awake and a closed sign hung in the large glass doorway. Outside Piper saw Gen soaked to the bone bouncing up and down trying to stay warm. Mumbling a curse, the youngest Stark drew up her hood and stepped outside.

Rain hammered on the sidewalk and the gentle noise was now a roar in her ears. Droplets attacked her jacket with a vengeance and lightning overhead ignited the sky. Piper wondered if it had to do with the conversation going on upstairs.

“You were awake!” Gen smiled. A backpack was slung snugly on her back, and her jacket hood was down. She must have given up on trying to stay dry.

“You know my schedule is shit,” Piper laughed, “but that doesn’t explain why you’re out here.”

“I...uh-well I brought these.” Piper watched the other girl struggle to take off the backpack. With an amused sigh Piper helped her out of it. Gen plopped it down onto the wet pavement drawing out a clear cylinder tube. “Blueprints.”

“You could have dropped them off tomorrow morning,” Piper rolled her eyes. “These must be important. What is it? A nuclear toaster?”

“No.” Gen shook her head. “It’s all of my recent work.”

Standing up once more Gen held out the container like a peace offering. Piper arched a brow taking the cylinder and examining it carefully. It was sealed alright. No water damage. “Why do I need all of this? If it’s for projects we can just compare notes.”

“That’s the thing...” Gen awkwardly brushed her hair behind her ear, “...I can’t do anymore projects with you.”

Piper’s eyes went wide with surprise before her expression morphed into a frown, “What? Why? Is it your parents being anal about your science again?”

“No!” Gen hurriedly interrupted before Piper could ask anymore questions. “I’m going to school in Europe Piper. I got a scholarship that literally no one gets. It’s a once in a lifetime thing.”

“Still, you have time to finish these.” Piper went to hand back the cylinder but Gen tucked her hands into her pockets.

“That’s the other thing...I leave in three hours.”

“What?” Piper gaped at the other girl looking very much like a fish. “And you didn’t say anything?”

“You were busy with hero stuff. I didn’t want to burden you. Not to mention you needed my help for the mission. I couldn’t afford distracting you.” Gen explained, kicking half heartedly at a small puddle.

“Gen, I’m only a hero second to being normal Piper Stark.” Piper felt her chest deflate at the idea of Gen being all the way across the world. “You should have told me.”

“I know that. And I feel like shit.” Gen sighed, “but that’s why I’m here now. I was going to just go but-I don’t know. It didn’t seem right.”

“Yeah. I’d have been pissed. I’d have flown my ass all the way over there just to kill you.” Piper snorted, crossing her arms. “I always pegged you as a New York girl, you know.”

“I am.” Gen assured, “it’s only temporary.”

“Things are going to be weird.” Piper mumbled. “Is there no way to get you to stay?”

“I don’t know Pipes....”

“What if I hired you?”

“You have before.” Gen reminded,

“No. I mean permanently. Full time.” Piper decided.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. I decided it just now.” Piper nodded firmly, “full time. Right here and now. It’s up for grabs.”

“Piper.” Gen gave her an incredulous look but when Piper didn’t move she knew that the Stark wasn’t joking.

“You could go anywhere. No school needed. You could learn anything and everything you wanted. Make anything. Do whatever you wanted. I can fund it all too.” Piper’s eyes glinted with a childish light, “all you have to do is say yes.”

Piper watched anxiously as Gen pursed her lips getting lost in thought. She could practically see gears turning in the other girl’s head.

“Okay,” Gen replied hesitantly, “you want to hire me full time? Okay.”

Piper’s smile was the widest one she’d ever worn. She tackled Gen in a tight hug and cheered in triumph. “I knew my methods of persuasion were impeccable.”

“You give yourself a lot of credit.” Gen snorted.

— — —

“You know sitting and staring at that isn’t going to make it any better.” Alex jumped in surprise and glanced over her shoulder to find Sage leaning in the bathroom doorway with a bandaged hand.

“Yeah.” Alex nodded, turning her attention back to the bathtub. It’s warm water was most likely cold now. She’d been looking forward to washing up but then the memories came back. “What’re you doing here? I thought the storm would have driven you off to hide in Bianca’s room.”

“It’s not so bad in here,” Sage shrugged, “it’s quiet.”

“Did the family meeting go well?” Alex asked.

“Not exactly.” Sage admitted.

“You know you’re going to have to forgive them one day. The only person being hurt by your anger is yourself.”

“Hurt people, hurt people.” Sage sighed, “I know. I just can’t bring myself to do it. It’s hard.”

“That’s the point,” Alex snorted. Sage rolled her eyes and plopped down onto the ground next to Alex.

“You gonna drain the tub or still stare at it?”

“I was hoping to actual wash up.” Alex mumbled, “but I can’t- I can’t do it. I just keep picturing the water again and the burning of my lungs and the helplessness...”

“Is showering any different?”

“It’s better but still-“ Alex shook her head, “it’s hard.”

“I’d imagine.”

“You know, I didn’t have any nightmares like everyone else did. But now everyone’s fine and I can hardly sleep. When I close my eyes that stupid masked face is still there and I’m underwater again.” Alex’s hands played nervously with the hem of her shirt. “He said he’d never really go away and I thought that was stupid-“

“But as long as he exists to one person he’s not dead.” Sage concluded.

“Yeah.” Alex nodded. “Something like that.”

“Guess we both have tough things to work out.” Sage frowned.

“I guess.”

A long pause settled between them all the while the bath water grew colder. It was Sage who finally broke the silence with a question Alex never thought she’d hear.

“How do you forgive someone?”

— — —

Bianca was attempting to give Arthur a pep talk along with Enzo. The two were failing miserably.

“And if she says no then it’s okay. I mean most girls reject people but that’s alright.” Enzo assured the older boy.

“And we’re here if you want to cry about it.” Bianca promised, patting Arthur on the shoulder.

“You guys really know how to make a guy feel like crap.” Arthur shook his hands out nervously.

“Okay, I don’t normally get into business I find stupid but these idiots are idiots.” Fox glowered poking her head into the room having over heard the conversation. “Ask her out. Be honest about it. All of it. If you’re awkward just say ‘I’m sorry if I’m a bit awkward about this. I’ve never asked a girl out before. Anyways I think you’re cute and blah blah blah.’ It’s endearing rather than awkwardly stammering.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Arthur nodded. “Thanks.”

“You stole my job.” Enzo glowered at Fox.

“Oops.” She smirked before leaving the trio behind.

Arthur straightened his shoulders and after a few nervous breaths he headed down the hall to pause at his sister’s doorway. His knuckles tapped against the frame and Chloe opened the door a few seconds later. “Hey.”

“Hey, is Penny there?” Arthur asked, feeling his throat go dry.

“Yeah, one second.” Chloe stepped aside and collected the other girl from her bed where she’d been attempting to teach Chloe Smash Bros.

“Hey Arthur, what’s up?” Penny grinned setting the controller aside. “Dude your sister is actually really good at this game. It’s freaking crazy! She’s already memorized the combos! I don’t understand!”

“That’s great!” Arthur laughed. “Hey I was wondering something and you don’t have to answer right away. I also don’t want you to feel pressured into a response. But would you maybe like to go out sometime? Like to lunch or something? It can be a date or a hang out or whatever you want. I just haven’t really asked anyone like you to hang out before.”

Arthur held his breath in anticipation and watched as Penny pursed her lips. “That depends on where we’re going. Does the place have bacon?”

“It can!” Arthur replied hurriedly.

“Then I’m sold.” Penny smiled. “Also ice cream is good too. Unless you’re lactose intolerant. Then you can forget about the ice cream.”

“You’re rambling Pen.” Chloe called from deeper inside the room. “Focus.”

“Right. Yes. Lunch is good.” Penny decided.

“Great. Twelve tomorrow?” Arthur asked, feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

“Twelve tomorrow.” Penny agreed.

— — —

“You just did a nice thing.” James grinned.

“Shut up.”

“You just helped Arthur get a date.”

“Not a word.” For huffed.

“I am proud.” James sighed, mirroring his mother’s look of pride.

“I will castrate you.” Fox’s threat seemed to do the trick and James stopped talking. “That’s what I thought.”

“I knew you were a good person.”

“Okay mister you have three seconds to run and hide.” James took off laughing like a maniac before Fox could finish her threat. He’d learned all of the best hiding spots from Scout. The boy found the craziest places to read.

— — —

“Listen to this one.” Orion suggested passing over the head phones. He was trying to create a Playlist for his boyfriend. One that was soothing and relaxing since he worried so much. “Like it? Thumbs up or down?”

“Like it.” Scout decided. Orion nodded and added it to the label ‘Scouty’s’.

“Next one.”

The two went back and forth for nearly an hour until Orion was satisfied with the list.

“How’s it look?”

“Great.” Orion smiled, scooting over on his bed to show Scout his phone screen. “Now you can favorite ones you like and unfavorite them when you get bored. You can also add other songs to the playlist and this is where the software recommends other choices you might like based off of what you listen to.”

“I’ve never thought about doing this. It’s really cool. But are you sure you won’t mind if I have your phone on me most of the time?” Scout worried. “I know you like your own music.”

“I go old school babe.” Orion reminded him. “I have my cassette player. As long as I have that I’m all set. And you of course.”

“Suck up.” Scout teased, but he didn’t mind. Orion really was better than most of his books. Not all of them but most of them. He was certainly entertaining and more loveable than any of the characters. “But at least you’re a cute suck up.”

#avengers #avengers next gen #marvel #black widow #captain america #mcu #natasha romanoff #pepper potts #romanogers #scarlet witch #prometheus

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thatishogwash · 6 years

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Mr. Right

KuroDai Week 2018 May 8, Day Three: Partners-in-crime / Moral Ambiguity AO3

Warning: Violence, Injuries, Gun related injures.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt you.” Kuroo looked up from his laptop screen, slightly embarrassed at how close he had gotten to it in such a public space. As if getting closer to the screen would make him understand his professors wordy explanation of the paper he wants. The first thing Kuroo saw was soft blue cotton and as he looked up he saw it stretched over broad shoulders, a thick neck, a cut jawline, and a soft smile. “Everywhere else is taken, would you mind sharing? I promise I’ll be quiet.”

“Oh, yes, sure- sorry.” Kuroo scrambled to pull back all his papers and books he had somehow spread across the entirety of the table. He had purposefully chosen this place because it was busy and the constant noise worked as white noise for Kuroo, helping him concentrate better.

“Thank you.” The guy sat down with his sandwich and the cafes signature almost obscenely big mug of coffee. “I felt bad interrupting, you looked so focused but my only other option was-” He turned a little red as he nodded his head behind him. Kuroo leaned to the left to get a better view of an older woman practically falling out of her top as she gave the strangers back an exaggerated pout.

“You don’t want to be her boy toy?” Kuroo asked, gaining his senses back as he pushed away organic chemistry notes into an unorganized pile.

“Would you?” The man shot back, which caused Kuroo to grin as he took another look at the woman.

“I would do a lot less if someone paid for my courses.” Kuroo stated, which was true enough to be slightly worrying. It made the other man laugh so Kuroo counted it as a win either way. “Kuroo Tetsurou.” He finally introduced himself.

“Sawamura Daichi.” The man gave him a friendly smile that was just challenging enough that made Kuroo’s heart beat a little faster.

“You have the wrong man.” Kuroo said with confidence that felt like it was weakening the longer he was stuck in the interrogation room. It had to have been a couple hours by now but they wouldn’t let him.

“You’re playing house with a very dangerous man Tetsurou.” Kuroo internally cringed at the false friendliness the agent was trying to force on him. He didn’t actually think anyone played good cop bad cop except on terrible tv shows.

“Stop babying him, he probably knows all about it.” The other agent slammed his hands onto the table, which did make Kuroo jump. “Do you enjoy it as much as that sicko does? Perhaps you just like using the money he gets from his kills.”

“Money?” Kuroo snorts out. “We live in a tiny one bedroom apartment, he drives a car that is a decade old and barely runs on the best of days! Where is this assassin money going?” Kuroo felt frantic. These men were trying to tell him Sawamura Daichi, his Sawamura Daichi who always teared up at animal rescue commercials and who helped clean their elderly neighbors apartment every week, that same Sawamura Daichi who doesn’t like scary movies because they are too gory is a hitman? An assassin? Because apparently Kuroo is living in a movie currently.

“Listen, we know how difficult this might seem to understand-” Good Cop was interrupted by the door opening. Kuroo could see both of them stiffen, their anger quickly put in check as an impeccably dressed woman stepped into the room.

“He’s free to leave.” The woman said. Both cops looked like they were going to argue but with a sharp look from the woman they filed out. Kuroo stood, stretching his aching back as he did so. “One more thing.” The woman stepped forward before she started to pull pictures out of a folder, placing them one by one on the table.

Kuroo’s mind couldn’t understand what he was seeing at first but when it finally clicked he had to turn away and press his hand over his mouth.

“These are his victims from just the past year alone.” A piece of paper was pressed into Kuroo’s hand. It looked like some sort of timesheet. “The times and dates of their deaths. Maybe you’re right and we do have the wrong man, maybe years of investigation and research has led us astray. But maybe you’re wrong and you are living with a very dangerous and lethal individual. If those dates match up to when he disappears you should leave as quickly and safely as you can. We can provide protection for you.”

With that Kuroo was released from police custody. Hours of interrogation by the two agents hadn’t cracked Kuroo’s resolve in the least. Two minutes with the unnamed woman and Kuroo was faltering.

He folded the paper and shoved it into his pocket even though his brain was telling him to toss it completely. He knew Sawamura. They had established an easy friendship after their first meeting, months later they had gone out on their first date. A year of dating led them to move in together. Kuroo knew Sawamura, well enough to know the other man wasn’t a killer.

Sawamura wasn’t perfect. He had a temper, he was sloppy, and any off hand comment about his body or weight had him crash dieting which only made him incredibly cranky and unagreeable. They had arguments and disagreements, moments where one of them slept on the couch due to anger or pride but never once had Kuroo worried about Sawamura getting physically violent with him.

It was true Kuroo didn’t know much about Sawamura’s past. He did know he lost his parents at a young age and was shipped from foster home to foster home until he was a teenager and took care of himself. Kuroo had never tried to pry into Sawamura’s childhood, it was a touchy subject and he never had any need to open old wounds.

Sawamura did leave a lot but that was for work. How could Kuroo even start to think that Sawamura was somehow a trained killer? The pictures the woman had showed him were seared into his memory and he blamed that for his doubt and confusion.

Kuroo’s phone rang, pulling him out of his spiralling thoughts. He knew who it was without looking at the caller ID, he had set a specific ringtone that he knew drove that person crazy.

“Hey,” Kuroo cringed at the lackluster response.

“You okay? Kenma texted me and told me you missed lunch with him.” Sawamura said, voice warm with worry that made something in Kuroo ease. He cursed, shooting an apologetic look to a mom with her toddler as he continued down the road.

“Something really weird happened but I’m fine.” Kuroo sighed as the crowd finally thinned enough to make walking easier.

“Did someone-” The abrupt stop to Sawamura’s sentence made Kuroo’s hackles rise back up. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked quickly. Kuroo took a deep breath, he never hid anything from Sawamura so why was he hesitating now?

Before Kuroo could decide if he was going to tell Sawamura the truth or dodge the question, something yanked him by the back of his jacket into the alley he was passing by. His phone went flying out of his hand as a cloth was pressed over his mouth. Kuroo struggled wildly, terror making his movements jerky as he tried not to inhale.

“Ah, is this Sawamura Daichi? I think we have something you want.” A voice off to Kuroo’s left was saying before a punch was landed to Kuroo’s stomach, making him inhale the chemicals poured onto the cloth.

Kuroo’s vision went fuzzy as he found it more and more difficult to breath until finally, nothing.

Kuroo stared dejectedly at his laptop. He had moved past horror and disbelief and now was into the final stages of grief. He had tried bargaining, whispering promises to the laptop or universe, whoever was listening that if it just worked for a couple months more he would be a better person. He would return his mother’s calls quicker, he would stop telling the kid down the hall horrifying science facts, he would do whatever he needed for just a couple more months of use.

Kenma had taken one look at the duct taped laptop before pronouncing it unusable. Kuroo had been using the same outdated laptop for years, since his first year at university. He was now well into his masters degree and his once trusty computer had decided enough was enough.

“Pardon the- shit, sorry.” Sawamura’s amused voice came from the front door as he closed it behind him. He had just recently moved in with Kuroo and still wasn’t used to calling the small apartment his own. “I went to get Watanabe’s groceries so I picked us up some too. No more soup in a cup for- Tetsu?” Sawamura stopped as he spotted Kuroo.

“What are you making us?” Kuroo tried to smile at his boyfriend, he really did. Either he did or a poor job or Sawamura knew him better, probably a bit of both because Sawamura was dropping the bags on the floor before stepping over to Kuroo. “You shouldn’t put food on the floor.”

“They are in bags.” Sawamura dismissed Kuroo’s complaint, which normally would have started an argument. Kuroo was still getting used to how messy Sawamura could be, he seemed like he would be the opposite. Sawamura was getting used to hanging up his wet towel instead of leaving it on the bathroom floor. They were both working on it. “What’s wrong?” Sawamura’s hands were gentle as he tilted Kuroo’s head up, his other hand curling into the hair at the nape of Kuroo’s neck.

“She’s gone for good this time, not even Kenma could revive her.” Kuroo said, automatically leaning into Sawamura’s touch. Sawamura looked confused for a moment before he turned to the table, looking at the battered laptop.

“Okay.” Sawamura took a deep breath. “How much does a new one cost?” But Kuroo was already shaking his head in denial, standing up and pulling out of Sawamura’s comforting hold. Sawamura was a Mr. Fix It and Kuroo had promised himself that he wouldn’t let Sawamura fix this problem.

“We don’t have the money.” Kuroo said as he grabbed the bags on the way to the kitchen. Sawamura was always good at buying inexpensive meals they could spread throughout the week.

“Tetsu, you’re months away from getting your masters and you need a working computer.” Sawamura said, following Kuroo into the kitchen. “I have money saved up-”

“To fix your car, not buy me a computer and that’s your money.” Kuroo dismissed it quickly, knowing that’s where Sawamura would go when he learned about Kuroo’s dead laptop. “I can use the computer labs at school, like you said it’s only a couple months.”

“You are willing to spend hours in a computer lab instead of taking my money?” Sawamura asked. Kuroo glanced at him and yes, he looked offended and frustrated. “I know how much time you spend on that computer finishing your work, at least here I can make sure you have a meal every once and a while and catch a nap.”

“I’ll be fine.” Kuroo set about making tea to give his hands something to do but suddenly he was being turned around. He had height on Sawamura but the other always seemed to be quicker and stronger than him.

“Take the money.” Sawamura was already shaking his head when Kuroo opened his mouth to deny it. “We live in Tokyo, I’ll survive without a car. This is more important. You’re more important.” Kuroo sighed as he leaned down to press his forehead lightly against Sawamura’s.

“I’ll pay you back.” Kuroo promised.

“Are you talking sexually because there’s somethings-” Kuroo cut off Sawamura’s laughter with a kiss. “So that’s a yes then?”

“If I must.” Kuroo put as much disdain into the three words as he could but he couldn’t help but grin down at Sawamura.

Kuroo had never been hit before. He had played volleyball his entire childhood and adolescence so he wasn’t a stranger to bloody noses or bruised skin but being physically hit was completely different. It knocked all sense out of Kuroo. It made Kuroo feel defenseless and weak. It didn’t help that his hands were tied behind his back and his ankles were tied together but even then, he’s not sure he could have defended himself or fought back.

Kuroo had stopped trying to tell them they had the wrong guy. Apparently these people believed him even less than the cops had. They had left him to bleed in a corner of the room, talking amongst themselves.

How had Sawamura gotten mixed up into all of this? Maybe he looked exactly like the real hitman? Sawamura was of average height, built a little stockier than most but his black hair and dark eyes didn’t make him stand out. Kuroo thought he was nearly obscenely attractive but it had been brought to his attention that he was a bit biased.

But it also seemed so ridiculously stupid of these people to kidnap Kuroo if they truly, 100% believed Sawamura was this boogeyman assassin with hundreds of kills under his belt. If they believed Sawamura was infatuated with Kuroo enough to come rescue him, then shouldn’t they be terrified that they had hurt Kuroo?

When all but two of the men left the room to set up a post around the house, Kuroo voiced this very question.

“If you let me go now I promise I won’t say anything.” Kuroo pleaded.

“There are over thirty people with big guns guarding this place. Neither him nor you are getting out of here alive.” One of the guys said, causing Kuroo to panic though at least they didn’t seem interested in hitting him anymore. “You really believe that we have the wrong guy, huh? How oblivious could you be?”

“It’s like all those neighbors and family who are interviewed after they learn their husband has been killing three girls a year for the past decade.” The other one said conversationally, checking over his gun idly. The sight of the gun made Kuroo want to vomit.

“I saw that special on tv, there were so many signs!” The first laughed, hitting his companions shoulder. “People just pretend to see what they don’t want to see.” They both looked over at Kuroo, who cringed away from their stares.

The sound of gunfire drew all their attention. Kuroo’s heart dropped right out of his chest as he tried to push himself further into the corner. The two guys rushed into the hallway and Kuroo was suddenly alone.

Kuroo struggled wildly with his restraints, his mind running wildly. He couldn’t even tell where the gunshots were coming from. Could he escape out the back? Or maybe a window would be better? He couldn’t even get his hands loose, how was he supposed to escape?

Someone came through the door and Kuroo must have screamed because suddenly hands were against his face, one cupping his cheek and the other tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, and he was staring up into familiar dark eyes. He was whispering soothing words and Kuroo shut his mouth with an audible click when he realized he was babbling, tears and snot running down his face in sheer relief at seeing Sawamura.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you now.” Sawamura promised before tilting Kuroo’s face slightly and frowning. “Did they hit you?”

“A couple times.” Kuroo found himself saying without thinking it through. Sawamura’s mouth became a tight line before he was reaching around Kuroo to cut off his ties. “You’re bleeding!” Kuroo said in shock as he looked at- “Oh my god those are bullet holes.”

“It’s fine, we need to get you out-” Sawamura snatched something off the ground next to him and turned, firing off three quick shots behind him. A body fell to the ground as Sawamura knelt in front of Kuroo, arm extended and gun held like he had used one before.

“You are a hitman, they were right.” Kuroo groaned as he held his head with his hands. “Oh man I am an idiot, I missed all the signs.” Kuroo wasn’t sure what signs he missed but he must have missed them.

“I’m retired.” Sawamura pried Kuroo’s hands away from his face. “And as much as I would love to explain we have to get out of here right now.”

“Does that look retired to you?” Kuroo pointed to the dead body before his eyes got stuck on it. “You shot him. You killed him.” Kuroo’s body trembled.

“Tetsu, please, look at me.” Sawamura gently held Kuroo’s face, forcing him to look up at Sawamura instead of the dead body.

“Can you snap someone's neck?” Kuroo asked.

“Yes.” Sawamura cringed as he answered. “Okay quick history. My parents did die when I was young, I joined the army when I was old enough and the government realized I was pretty good at getting into places and being unnoticed. Funny how they don’t call you a murderer when they are ordering you to do the killing but then I got out because I didn’t like taking those kind of orders. I worked for myself before I realized, mostly only really bad guys ask for hits on others.”

“Holy shit.” Kuroo groaned as he leaned back against the wall, pulling out of Sawamura’s hold. “Holy fucking shit! Is your name even Daichi?” Kuroo stared at Sawamura’s face.

“There are a lot of people in this house who are trying to kill us both right now so please can we just go?” Sawamura asked, avoiding the question.

“Go where? You’re an assassin and apparently everyone knew before me!” Kuroo knew he was freaking out, he could hear shouts coming closer to the room. “The guy I dated before you cheated on me and I thought, hey at least it can’t get any worse.”

“I’ve never cheated on you.” Sawamura said, looking genuinely hurt and Kuroo, damn his heart, felt it twist in regret.

“They had a whole folder of people you’ve killed in the past year alone!” Kuroo said but he allowed Sawamura to pull him into a standing position and move to the next room, closing the door and locking it behind them.

“Who has a folder?” Sawamura asked, pushing the curtain aside from the window and peering outside.

“I don’t know, some gorgeous woman with long black hair and glasses.” Kuroo shrugged.

“Kiyoko.” Sawamura pulled a face. “Guess she’s still mad at me. I told you, I’m retired. I haven’t killed enough people to fill a folder this year.”

“But you have killed people?” Kuroo asked, following Sawamura as he checked the hall and motioned for Kuroo to follow.

“A couple.” Sawamura said with a shrug.

“Oh Tetsurou, why are you making that face, I could have killed so many people but instead if just killed a handful, aren’t I wonderful person?” Kuroo hissed out as he pressed up against Sawamura’s back while he checked around a corner. “Holy shit, our first date you said you killed someone and that’s why you were late.”

“He recognized me and threatened you, what else was I supposed to do?” Sawamura asked, reaching back to take Kuroo’s hand before pulling him around the corner.

“I don’t know, call the cops like a normal person!” Kuroo ran into Sawamura’s back as two people came around another corner. Sawamura pulled the trigger before Kuroo could even inhale and the two men were on the ground, groaning as Sawamura quickly walked over to them and kicked their guns out of their reach. “How bad is your aim? I thought you were a hitman?”

“I aimed for their legs purposefully since you kind of freaked out about the last time I killed someone.” Sawamura held out his hand and Kuroo took it without question, letting him lead the way out of the house.

“The last time? You mean literally two minutes ago?” Kuroo scowled at the back of Sawamura’s head. “Sorry if I’m having a perfectly normal and sane reaction to learning the person I love and live with is a trained killer!” Sawamura turned and looked up at Kuroo.

“You said love.” Sawamura grinned and it was then that Kuroo noticed he was pale and sweating. “You still love me.”

“I can’t believe this.” Kuroo frowned down at Sawamura. “My hitman boyfriend is bleeding from multiple gunshot wounds while he purposely takes out peoples kneecaps because I had a perfectly normal reaction to him killing someone and all he cares about is the fact that I said I love him.”

“It’s an important thing.” Sawamura glanced behind him before shoving Kuroo into a room. “No one has ever told me they love me before.” Kuroo thinks he might be a bit insane also considering his heart beats a little faster at that admission.

“So I wasn’t some cover?” Kuroo asks because that’s what the cops had alluded to.

“What? No. Did Kiyoko say that? You go rogue one time because you’re tired of being the governments throw away assassin and they just turn against you.” Sawamura ran a bloody hand through his hair before standing in front of Kuroo. “Meeting you was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I was planning on moving to the mountains and becoming a hermit, I just wanted a good sandwich and coffee before I left.”

“So what now?” Kuroo asked.

“That’s up to you.” Sawamura opened his arms, gun held firmly in one hand and the other smeared with his own blood. “I can distract them enough for you to get away, go to the police and tell them everything that has happened. Kiyoko will make sure you’re protected. When I get out of this I’ll even go down there myself if you want me to.”

“Is that the only option?” Kuroo asked, heart pounding in his throat at the thought of living Sawamura here or of him rotting in prison for the rest of his life.

“No.” Sawamura studied Kuroo’s face for a moment. “You could come with me.”

“Are you going to continue to kill people?” Kuroo asked.

“Only if they try to kill you.” Sawamura curled his fingers around Kuroo’s longer ones. “But I can aim for kneecaps if it makes you feel better.”

“These guys are really bad guys, aren’t they?” Kuroo asked, leaning forward to press his forehead against Sawamura’s.

“Yeah they really are.” Sawamura admitted. “They tried to hire me and got mad when I said no.”

“I heard one of them joke about putting firecrackers on a cat.” Kuroo admitted softly, his fear when he had been tied up and beaten on coming back to him. “I really like cats.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to panic again.” Sawamura said, dark eyes studying Kuroo’s face carefully like he always did before they made a big decision together. Like when Kuroo had asked Sawamura to move in with him, it was that same steady look. Sawamura had always been more concerned with how Kuroo felt than his own feelings.

“No, I’m cool, I mean not cool it’s still a lot but these are bad dudes.” Kuroo pressed a kiss to Sawamura’s forehead as the other man started to reload his gun.

“You stay here, I’ll be right back.” Sawamura turned to walk out before walking back to Kuroo and pressing a soft kiss to Kuroo’s jaw. It had been a small joke between them, considering their height difference unless Kuroo bent down Sawamura could only reach his jaw. It made Kuroo sigh in relief as Sawamura walked out of the room with confidence.

Kuroo sat down in the corner of the room with a groan. He was confident that Sawamura would do what he set out to do and he would be back soon. Kuroo knew this was crazy and he was mostly in shock but he also knew that he loved and trusted Sawamura Daichi, whether that was his real name or not he would always be his Sawamura Daichi.

Perhaps Sawamura would teach Kuroo how to use a gun.

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ruensroad · 7 years

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A little Promnis AU

He’s torn between a black or natural frame for his newest piece when Dino pokes his head into the back room with a very odd look on his face. And even though this is only the man’s part time job, they’ve seen their fair share of crazy and eccentric customers, so the look he shoots Prompto makes him both curious and a little worried about what sort of new weird has just entered the gallery.

“Customer for you, about your collection. Won’t give me more than that,” Dino huffs, a bit indignant now. He’s good looking and with the class of any first rate butler, so he’s a natural favorite even amongst the most high ranking customers that come through. He’s used to being appreciated, so this is most certainly a blow to his ego and rather explains why he follows this all with a very sour sounding, “Says he will only speak to the artist.”

Prompto bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at Dino’s very put out expression. Obviously this customer is weird, but a cute or very rich weird, which is the only real explanation for that pout he’s getting. Dino dislikes the weirdos, unless they are beautiful or are free enough with their money to compensate any and all eccentric tendencies.

“I’ll be right out,” Prompto promises, smoothing down his black vest and re-buttoning his cuffs, which he’d rolled up to get his sleeves out of the way. He prays he doesn’t look too rumpled, and is just about to ask Dino if he looks presentable when that look flickers over his face again. “What?”

“...let’s just say you don’t have to worry about what you look like,” Dino says, ominously, and with an air of disbelief. “I mean, you look fine, Prom, but don’t go out of your way. And everyone expects artists to be a little rumpled. It’s part of the charm?”

Prompto raises an eyebrow at that, but Dino’s gone before he can demand a more satisfying answer. Sighing, he nonetheless rechecks himself in a mirror leaning against the wall before taking a deep breath and putting on his best smile.

The gallery is slow today, at least for now, so it’s no trouble finding the customer in question. At present, he’s the only one in Prompto’s section of the gallery, facing one of Prompto’s cityscape photos of Lucis at sundown, the glittering city caught in the deep rich oranges and reds of the setting sun. Beside him sits a very fluffy, very petite white dog, which Prompto chances a grimace at. The man has his back turned, so he can’t see it anyway.

The dog notices him first and wags its tail. Prompto immediately wants to squish its cheeks and coo, but restrains himself, Dino’s words about his appearance still fresh in his mind. If the dog is the type to jump up, his suit will be ruined in moments, covered in very noticeable hairs. This must’ve been what Dino was warning him about.

Dogs are also not allowed in the gallery, which means this man must be rich enough to pay off the owner. Prompto wipes his suddenly sweaty palms on his pants and prays the dog doesn’t attack or jump on him and ruin his first impression, given he can’t exactly run back and change into a white suit, not when half the customers have seen him. Nothing for it but to keep walking.

But then the man turns his head and everything just sort of stops.

“Yes?” asks the man after a moment and Prompto realizes he’s been staring. Stifling a terrified laugh, Prompto offers his hand, then feels like an idiot, and makes a choked noise that the man tilts his head at.

“I, uh, was told you wanted to speak to me?” Prompto squeaks. He clears his throat immediately, blushing hard and mentally kicking himself. So much for that good first impression. “I’m Prompto Argentum,” he adds in a far more natural register and clasps his hands behind his back to keep from downright flailing.

“Ah, Mr. Argentum, a pleasure,” the man sticks his hand out and Prompto takes it, trying not to fall over himself at the surprisingly endearing sight of a very put together man missing him by a good foot. “I was told under no uncertain terms to engage your services directly.”

“Oh?” Prompto blinks in surprise, letting his feelings show on his face. It hardly matters, if he’s right, because the man can’t see him anyway. And doesn’t that just take the cake. A blind man in a photo gallery. He doesn’t know if that just sad or adorably concerning. “May I ask who gave the order?” he adds with a bit of a tease, because the man is so obviously out of his depth here.

“Let’s just say an enthusiast,” the man sighs and removes his glasses to rub at his eyes. One is horribly scarred, confirming Prompto’s suspicions, and the other is a tragically beautiful shade of blue, though a tad cloudy. Prompto is struck, quite suddenly, how handsome the man is regardless of the scars and obvious signs of past trauma. He’s got great cheekbones, to start, and well dressed hair. His suit is in impeccable order and he’s in obvious great shape. Not exactly Prompto’s type, but he wouldn’t be a fraction of the photographer he is if he didn’t know how to appreciate any and all forms of beauty and the man is most certainly beautiful.

“A rich enthusiast, given they allowed you to bring a dog in here,” Prompto chuckles and smiles at the little dog, who wags its tail back even more happily than before. “I’d figure your dog is a seeing eye dog, but it’s not wearing a vest, which means a pet and the owner here doesn’t let just anyone break the rules.”

The man blinks, as if just realizing how it looks. “Ah, yes, she is a pet,” he affirms. “Not mine either. She needed the walk and I found myself with the time and opportunity to give it.”

“She’s adorable,” Prompto kneels down and offers her a hand to sniff. She’s obviously not the jumping up kind, given his suit isn’t covered in white hairs already, and gives into the urge to squish her cheeks when she excitedly steps into his hands. He doesn’t realize he’s actually cooing until the man gives a soft cough that may just be a sort of laugh and Prompto realizes where he is.

He stands quickly, back to blushing, and finds his world teetering again when the man gives him an indulgent smile. It’s small, but super lovely, and Prompto may just be in some trouble.

“Sorry,” he says, trying for a more professional air. “I’m a bit weak around adorable dogs.”

“Understandable. Pryna is rather adorable,” the man says with a straight face, as though stating a mere fact of life. It shouldn’t be nearly as charming as it is.

Not the only adorable one here, Prompto thinks merrily and gently touches the man’s arm to lead him further into the collection. “Did this enthusiast happen to tell you which piece they wanted? Or just a vague idea of what to look for?”

The man actually looks a bit abashed, which has Prompto immediately grinning. “I fear the latter. He saw your work in some magazine or another and thought one of your landscapes would do well as a wedding gift to his bride.”

“No pressure or anything,” Prompto says, not sure if he means for him personally, or for the poor blind man tasked to get a picture worthy of such an occasion without being able to see it. “Did you have something in mind for him, then? A cityscape, or something more natural?”

“A few options,” the man tells him with a nod. “She is rather particular to flowers, so if you have a gardenscape, I would be interested in it.”

“I have a couple,” Prompto tells him, thinking over the pictures in question. “Is she from Lucius?”

“Tenebrae,” is the answer and Prompto beams.

“I have one from Tenebrae,” he offers, leading the man towards the photo. It’s one of his favorites, a pink-lit morning in a lily garden, with a cityscape behind. He describes it as best he can to the man without being prompted, figuring that would be the best way to go about this.

It’s suprisingly fun to do so, he finds, and excitedly tells the man about certain details too easily overlooked by people merely looking at it for the beauty. Every picture is a story, he tells the man, and this one is about renewal. A new start. A new day. The flowers are just opening, the butterflies unfolding their dew-wet wings. Tomorrow is gone, but not forgotten. The present is a gift.

“That’s why it’s called a present, after all,” he ends with, feeling proud of his work. The man had been quiet through all of his detailing, but huffs a soft laugh at that, gaze gentle on the picture as though he can see it. Perhaps he can, in his own way. The idea makes Prompto flush.

“Indeed,” says the man and gives a nod after a moment. “I generally do not go for first choice, but something feels very right about this one. I believe it will do very well.”

Prompto beams ear to ear. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” the man chuckles and offers his hand again. “Thank you, Mr. Argentum. I will take this one.”

He’s off by a foot again and Prompto can’t hold back a giggle as he warmly clasps the man’s hand back. “I’m glad to hear it, Mr…?”

That gets him a blink, then the man looks abashed all over again. And… is that a blush?

“Forgive me, please call me Ignis,” he says quickly, obviously embarrassed by his slip up.

“Only if you call me Prompto,” is his reply, lighthearted and just on that side of flirting to see if that blush gets any shade darker.

It does. “Prompto,” Ignis repeats, shaking his hand again. “Thank you for your time.”

“A true and honest pleasure,” Prompto tells him, and it’s the truth. “And happy to help. If your enthusiast wants another picture from me, you know where to find me.” He hopes his wink is audible in his words.

Ignis gives the kind of laugh Prompto has heard himself make when he can’t believe someone may just be flirting with him but is delighted, if not surprised, regardless. It’s a good thing their hands are still clasped, because Prompto feels like he’s about to float away.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Ignis says and it sounds like a promise. Prompto grins and leads him to the owner to settle the payment, then gives Pryna’s cheeks one more squish before they leave. Prompto doesn’t feel the absence more than he feels the space Ignis had taken up, and the imprints he’d left behind in Prompto’s mind, maybe even his heart. No one has the right to be so adorable and charming and waltz into Prompto’s life. He’s terrible at getting over such things.

But two days later, as he’s debating a white frame or a black one, Dino sticks his head in with that same look to inform him that blind gentleman is asking for you again and he realizes that maybe he doesn’t have to get over this one. Not this time.

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Show Me Ch. 2 - Spotlight

Explicit

Smut/Adventure/More Smut

As per his request, Ellie donned a ruched aubergine dress with a skirt that ended right above her knees. She opted for some simple winged liner and natural shadow and lip color. She didn’t want to look as if she were trying to impress him, because she wasn’t. Or so she kept telling herself. Ellie left her golden hair down and loosely curled so that it draped over her back and shoulders.

She slipped on a pair of modest black heels as she popped in a pair of classic cubic zirconia studs. She was a student, after all. Diamonds were most definitely not in the budget. Speaking of finances, her stomach fluttered. Tom’s income was drastically different than hers. What if he took her somewhere upscale? Maybe she could afford a tiny salad, but she had a feeling Tom would insist on her eating more than that with the promise of paying. The night would not end in him spending a dime on her, of that she was certain. She shook her head as she thought of the foolish man. As far as he knew, she might just be trying to take advantage of his wealth. He should’ve at least run a background check on her or something. The thought of a woman taking advantage of him infuriated her.

Ellie was startled out of her ire as her buzzer sounded. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her purse, flicked off the lights and locked her door before ambling down the stairs. She exited her building to find Tom leaning against a black sedan, his arms crossed over his chest. The girl’s pace slowed as she neared him. The manner in which he was looking at her was… disconcerting. It wasn’t a look she often saw him wear unless he happened to be gracing the cover of GQ. He was… smoldering. And he was smoldering at her. He didn’t say a word as she closed the distance between them, he simply watched her, eyes roaming up and down her body. Stopping about a foot away, she looked at him questioningly. Despite the added height of her shoes, Ellie was still several inches shorter than he was. Squirming with anxiety, she looked to him for direction.

“Are you going to let me in the car?”

“In a minute,” he murmured, making a circling motion with his finger. He wanted her to spin. Quickly she twirled, uncomfortable with having her back to him. She knew it was a silly thought, that he wouldn’t harm her. This was Tom. Perfect, gentlemanly Tom, but her gut clenched when she knew he was watching her without facing him.

Looking to him once more, she fidgeted, rubbing her bare arm with a hand. Tom shook his head.

“Spin slowly.”

Indignantly she scoffed, but the austere look he shot her, daring her to refuse him once more, made her throb, to her surprise. Stiffly she turned again, this time allowing him to admire the view.

“Much better. You look beautiful.”

She scuffed the sole of her shoe against the sidewalk, unable to meet his gaze as her cheeks flamed.

��Thanks,” she mumbled.

She could hear him chuckle as he opened the back door of car door for her. She climbed inside, smoothing the back of her skirt over her rear to keep from appearing indecent. He shut the door behind her and slid in from the other side.

Idly she wondered where they were going, but she had a feeling that if Tom wanted her to know, he’d offer the information himself. Ellie glanced down at her hands and realized she should’ve done her nails. The chipped nude polish was not appropriate for an Apology Date. Oh well.

Tom cleared his throat and she jumped, startled out of her thoughts. When she looked at him, his lips were quirked in the tiniest smirk.

“What are you thinking?”

“Um.” She wasn’t about to draw his attention to the fact that her manicure was disintegrating. “Just trying to figure out your motives, I guess.”

He chuckled, quirking a brow.

“Why do I need motives?”

“Because this is weird.”

“It’s only weird if you insist on making it so.”

She huffed. He was kind of right.

She begrudgingly engaged in small talk as they sat. While speaking, Tom resumed acting like his normal gentlemanly self, which calmed her nerves.

Once he helped her from the car after they arrived, his hand returned to her lower back to lead Ellie into the restaurant. The maître d’ led them to a table in a darker corner and Tom thanked him while pulling out her chair. Ellie was unable to decide whether she found his impeccable manners vexing because they implied she couldn’t seat herself, or if she was flattered and completely smitten. She’d decide later.

Instead of sitting across from her, Tom took the seat immediately to her left. She swallowed hard, fighting the urge to squirm in her chair as they looked at their menus. He was too close. Ellie flipped through the menu and sighed internally as the waiter delivered waters and Tom rattled off a wine selection. Great. No prices on the menu. She was doomed. Straightening, she stuck to her guns and eyed the salads. She picked one that she couldn’t pronounce and set her menu down.

“Ready?”

She nodded, taking a sip of water.

The server returned with the wine and poured them each a glass. Tom nodded to Ellie and she ordered her salad. When the waiter looked at her expectantly, as if there should be more to her order, she looked at Tom in an attempt to indicate it was his turn.

“The salmon, please. Two of them.”

The server nodded with a smile and left. Ellie bristled.

“Did you just order for me?”

“It was clear you weren’t ordering for yourself.”

She glared. He smirked.

“A salad? Did you intentionally eat before I arrived just so you didn’t have to spend as much time with me?”

She huffed, irritated and embarrassed.

“I’m sending it back.”

He laughed.

“It’s not even here yet. Eat your salad, see if you’re still hungry once it’s finished.”

Fine, whatever. She’d break the bank and succumb to living off ramen for the rest of the month.

“So,” Tom began, “Do you visit the coffee shop often?”

She took a gulp of wine and nodded as warmth settled in her belly. Finally, she was able to relax a little.

“Yeah, I’m a student. I get most of my work done there.”

“Interesting, what are you studying?”

“Political science.”

“Smart girl,” he murmured as he took another drink.

They chatted lightly, but Ellie sighed in relief when her salad was brought out along with the two platters of fish. She was starving. As the waiter moved the plates from his tray to their table, she froze as she felt Tom’s hand on her knee. He looked at her while he took a sip of wine and smiled. He fucking smiled. Like he’d just bid her good day.

Did this count as being taken advantage of? If he was making her own tummy tighten and her pussy throb? It was becoming apparent that all of this was simply a man’s search for a temporary bed partner. As if buying her dinner bought her for the night. Hell. No. If he wanted sex, that was one thing, but treating her like the whore he mistook her for earlier that day was completely different. Ellie tried to shake off his hand but he moved his fingers upwards and firmly gripped her thigh. She gasped softly, shooting him a wicked glare.

“Remove your hand.”

“Eat your dinner.”

Ellie glanced at her food. She’d only picked at her salad, leaving the salmon completely untouched.

“You won’t like the alternative.”

Obstinately Ellie stuck her chin out and glared, digging her nails into his skin. With a sigh, Tom released her thigh and picked up some fish on his fork. He held it out to her.

“Eat.”

Her jaw dropped in horror.

“Absolutely not.”

“I need one hand occupied. You can pick which. Would you like the entire restaurant to see me feeding you or would you prefer to endure my hand resting affectionately on your thigh?”

Cheeks flaming, Ellie reached for her own fork and violently stabbed at her lettuce, angrily bringing it to her mouth and taking a bite.

“Good girl,” murmured Tom as his hand resumed its position on her leg. Immediately she closed her thighs, wincing as, once again, Tom squeezed her with uncomfortable pressure. He swallowed a bite of salmon and washed it down with the rest of his wine.

“Leave them open.”

As her head began to buzz, she found herself, to her surprise, parting her thighs for him. Tom replenished both of their glasses and she greedily took another gulp as she tried to process what the hell was going on. Clearly he was using his status to assault her. Clearly. And it was working, but not in the actual assaulting sense. She could feel herself growing wet as he gently stroked the sensitive skin of her leg.

Suddenly, his hand was gone and instead he bent over slightly, his fingers wrapped around the upper leg of her chair. He dragged her closer, angling her so that the V of her legs was more open towards him. She stuttered incredulously and began to move her chair back when he cleared his throat and gave her a pointed glare.

“You choose the hand,” he reminded her.

With a scowl she returned to her food, trying to ignore the feeling as his hand wandered further along her thigh, pushing her skirt up.

“People will see,” she hissed.

Tom looked up and around. Everyone was absorbed in their own dinner conversations, and the tablecloth obscured the movements of his hand.

“No one will know, as long as you stay quiet.”

Her jaw dropped and her stomach muscles contracted involuntarily as his hand wandered until his fingers traced along slit. She looked away, unable to keep his stare when he felt how wet she was.

She heard him grunt softly as he took another bite of food, all the while running his fingers along the elastic of her panties.

“Eat,” he commanded.

With a choked noise Ellie nodded, spearing some fish on her fork and shakily bringing it to her mouth as Tom’s fingers found their way beneath the silk of her underwear. She visibly shuddered, and she caught the corner of his mouth twitching as he nonchalantly continued feeding himself with his free hand. When his finger began to probe her, she audibly whimpered.

Tom nodded his head in the direction of the waiter, who was making his way to their table.

“Don’t give yourself away, sweet girl.”

She was pretty sure the noise that slipped from her lips constituted as a whine, which should have disgusted her, but with her alcohol intake she simply couldn’t be bothered. Ellie clenched her shaking hands and nodded.

Vaguely she heard the two men discussing… something, but it was wildly unimportant compared to the digit he was now slipping inside her. As the server departed once more, Ellie whimpered and shook her head on principle. This was wrong, and she knew it. Soooo wrong. But fuck it felt good. At this point, it didn’t even matter who he was. It was the fact that he was covertly debauching her in the middle of dinner that was important. Her thoughts were interrupted as he used his wrist to thrust into her. She almost fell forward, gripping the edge of the table with trembling hands as she fought to keep her hips still.

Unable to fight the urge, her eyes flicked to Tom. He was watching her intently, casually swirling the wine in his glass. Legs, and stuff.

"Please,” she whispered.

“What was that?”

She bucked her hips at him with irritation and moved to slide one of her own hands beneath her panties. In a blink his fingers were pinching her tender clit. She cried out softly.

"Ah, ah,” he chided. “Girls who cheat don’t get to come.”

Really, she should be revolted, disturbed. But all her overwhelmed self could do was contract involuntarily, which he most definitely felt.

“Mm, good, good girl. Hands on the table.”

With a jerky nod she complied, fisting the tablecloth in either hand. Helplessly she stared at him as he used her own slippery juices to trace around her clit. Her mouth hung open in a most undignified manner, but neither seemed to care. The dull buzz of the restaurant mostly masked the low groan Ellie made in her throat, but not enough that Tom couldn’t hear it.

“Do you need to come?”

Brows furrowed in a silent plea, she nodded.

“Then come.”

Her back arched as he rubbed her clit furiously, her hips bucking uncontrollably as she practically ripped the entire tablecloth off the table. With his free hand, Tom caught her glass as it fell, grinning as he rubbed her though the aftershocks. Something warm was on her lip and when her tongue flicked out to lick it away, the copper tang of blood flooded her senses. She’d practically bitten through her lip in her desperate attempt to keep quiet.

Panting, she clumsily batted his hand away and stumbled to her feet. She grabbed her bag.

“I—I have to go to the ladies room,” she stammered without looking him in the eye. She rose and walked quickly, wincing as her thighs rubbed together, stimulating her extremely sensitive clit. The girl burst into the restroom and staggered to the counter. Ellie stared at her appearance in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glazed and unfocused. Blonde curls spilled over her shoulders, somewhat obscuring her cleavage. With shaking hands, she dug her lipstick from her bag and reapplied, desperate for a mundane act to take her mind off the man awaiting her return. She couldn’t believe what he’d just done. What she’d allowed him to do. Slipping the bullet back in her purse, she pressed her lips together and watched her reflection. She looked like a freaking frightened deer; Trembling just enough for someone to take notice, her eyes wide and her hands fidgety. Ellie dreaded going back to him. He was too much, too close, too dominant. She didn’t trust herself to get back in that car with him. She was trying to have standards.

She didn’t have to do this, she realized. She could leave. There was nothing keeping her here. He’d probably be relieved anyway. No awkward drama. Turning on the tap to wash her hands, Ellie briefly felt guilty about not paying for her dinner, but then reminded herself Tom had practically forced her to accompany him anyway. It’s not like he couldn’t afford her meal, too.

Straightening the draping of her dress, she turned and pulled open the bathroom door, hastily making her way to the restaurant entrance. Vaguely she registered the lone male form leaning casually against the hostess station. The entryway layout required her to slip by him.

“Excuse me,” she murmured, forced to brush against him when he refused to yield. When two warm hands wrapped around her waist she gasped, suddenly finding herself lugged much too close against the man’s body.

“Escaping, are we?”

Her heart sank. Damn. How the hell had he known?

“I just thought I would save us both the trouble,” she mumbled.

Tom raised a skeptical brow.

“The only one of us in trouble is you, kitten. Are you really trying to escape? Have you forgotten you owe me a debt? For speaking so crassly earlier today?”

“I’m not sleeping with you,” she growled.

He had the audacity to laugh.

“Not yet, dearest.”

“No, I mean ever!”

The alcohol had gone to her head and she was getting loud.

His hand wrapped around her waist and he guided her through the front door.

“We have to pay!”

“I already did.”

“What? How did you know I wouldn’t come back?”

He smirked.

“You were in the restroom for fifteen minutes. Something wasn’t going well.”

“I was just thinking!”

Flushing furiously she tried to stamp on his foot and almost lost her balance.

“I’ll carry you to the car if I must.”

With a resigned sigh, she cooperated and allowed him to walk her. Once seated, she turned to look at him, her stomach sinking. She assumed he was going to expect her to reciprocate the act. She could see the hardening bulge against his trousers as he sat with his legs splayed open. She squirmed, unsure if she was supposed to initiate. With a sigh, she began to crawl forward.

When he realized where she was headed, he gently pushed her shoulders back and shook his head.

“No, darling. You just work on not falling asleep.”

She muttered something unintelligible and nodded. He didn’t want her to suck him off? What the hell kind of date was this? There was no such thing as a sexually altruistic man. No way, no how.

The car rolled to a stop and Tom murmured something to the driver. The next thing she knew, he was opening her door and helping her out of the car. He held her arm, keeping her steady on her feet as they walked towards her building.

She turned to bid him goodbye, not just goodnight. Dinner had been… she wasn’t sure what it was, but it’s not like they were ever going to see each other again. He’d had his fun, or rather she’d had hers… and he missed out on his, but whatever. Ellie’s nerves caused her to speak quickly.

“Thanks for tonight, I guess. Have a good life. Goodb—.”

With a glare he stepped forward and herded her against the brick wall of her building.

“Did you not enjoy yourself?”

“I—I did,” she stuttered, suddenly much too warm. Her cheeks flushed and she broke his gaze, looking anywhere but his eyes.

Tom lifted her chin with a finger and gave a knowing smile.

“When do I see you again?”

Ellie blushed even deeper and frowned in thought. If he was anyone else, she’d write him off as rude and possibly chauvinistic—definitely sexist—for ignoring her personal boundaries. But he wasn’t anyone else. He was Tom… But a girl has to stick to her principles.

“This was a one-time thing,” she whispered as his face neared hers.

She felt his breath puff against her cheek as he laughed softly. Nuzzling her, he kissed the corner of her mouth, eliciting a gasp.

“We both know it wasn’t.”

Indignantly she tried to push him back. The damn, muscled man didn’t move more than an inch.

“I do not have to see you again.”

Tom tutted her and closed in once more. This time, he grabbed her wrists and held them tightly against her chest.

“Each time you refuse me I’m only going to press harder.”

He accented his point with a subtle grind of his hips, forcing the breath from her lungs.

“We are having dinner again tomorrow. I will pick you up at the same time.”

Immediately she began shaking her head.

“I have plans,” she lied.

The stern glare he shot at her somehow changed the direction of her shaking head so that she was nodding.

“Good girl. Now, let yourself into your building while I still have the resolve not to follow you.

Breathing hard, she swiftly turned and ran up the front stoop, fumbling clumsily for her keys and shooting a glance over her shoulder. His hands were in his pockets as he watched her intently, his gaze still giving her goosebumps.

"Goodnight, Ellie.”

She knew her voice was too shaky to give a dignified response. Instead, she nodded and, once she finally got the damn door open, ducked inside.

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hurricanerin · 7 years

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Show Me Ch. 2 Spotlight

Ch. 1

Actor Tom/OFC Explicit

Summary: That one time those crazy kids had dinner.

“Are you going to let me in the car?”

Looking to him once more, she fidgeted, rubbing her bare arm with a hand. Tom shook his head.

“Spin slowly.”

Indignantly she scoffed, but the austere look he shot her, daring her to refuse him once more, made her throb, to her surprise. Stiffly she turned again, this time allowing him to admire the view.

“Much better. You look beautiful.”

She scuffed the sole of her shoe against the sidewalk, unable to meet his gaze as her cheeks flamed.

“Thanks,” she mumbled.

Tom cleared his throat and she jumped, startled out of her thoughts. When she looked at him, his lips were quirked in the tiniest smirk.

“What are you thinking?”

“Um.” She wasn’t about to draw his attention to the fact that her manicure was disintegrating. “Just trying to figure out your motives, I guess.”

He chuckled, quirking a brow.

“Why do I need motives?”

“Because this is weird.”

“It’s only weird if you insist on making it so.”

She huffed. He was kind of right.

She begrudgingly engaged in small talk as they sat. While speaking, Tom resumed acting like his normal gentlemanly self, which calmed her nerves.

“Ready?”

She nodded, taking a sip of water.

“The salmon, please. Two of them.”

The server nodded with a smile and left. Ellie bristled.

“Did you just order for me?”

“It was clear you weren’t ordering for yourself.”

She glared. He smirked.

“A salad? Did you intentionally eat before I arrived just so you didn’t have to spend as much time with me?”

She huffed, irritated and embarrassed.

“I’m sending it back.”

He laughed.

“It’s not even here yet. Eat your salad, see if you’re still hungry once it’s finished.”

Fine, whatever. She’d break the bank and succumb to living off ramen for the rest of the month.

“So,” Tom began, “Do you visit the coffee shop often?”

She took a gulp of wine and nodded as warmth settled in her belly. Finally, she was able to relax a little.

“Yeah, I’m a student. I get most of my work done there.”

“Interesting, what are you studying?”

“Political science.”

“Smart girl,” he murmured as he took another drink.

“Remove your hand.”

“Eat your dinner.”

Ellie glanced at her food. She’d only picked at her salad, leaving the salmon completely untouched.

“You won’t like the alternative.”

Obstinately Ellie stuck her chin out and glared, digging her nails into his skin. With a sigh, Tom released her thigh and picked up some fish on his fork. He held it out to her.

“Eat.”

Her jaw dropped in horror.

“Absolutely not.”

“I need one hand occupied. You can pick which. Would you like the entire restaurant to see me feeding you or would you prefer to endure my hand resting affectionately on your thigh?”

Cheeks flaming, Ellie reached for her own fork and violently stabbed at her lettuce, angrily bringing it to her mouth and taking a bite.

“Leave them open.”

“You choose the hand,” he reminded her.

With a scowl she returned to her food, trying to ignore the feeling as his hand wandered further along her thigh, pushing her skirt up.

“People will see,” she hissed.

Tom looked up and around. Everyone was absorbed in their own dinner conversations, and the tablecloth obscured the movements of his hand.

“No one will know, as long as you stay quiet.”

Her jaw dropped and her stomach muscles contracted involuntarily as his hand wandered until his fingers traced along slit. She looked away, unable to keep his stare when he felt how wet she was.

She heard him grunt softly as he took another bite of food, all the while running his fingers along the elastic of her panties.

“Eat,” he commanded.

Tom nodded his head in the direction of the waiter, who was making his way to their table.

“Don’t give yourself away, sweet girl.”

Unable to fight the urge, her eyes flicked to Tom. He was watching her intently, casually swirling the wine in his glass. Legs, and stuff.

"Please,” she whispered.

“What was that?”

She bucked her hips at him with irritation and moved to slide one of her own hands beneath her panties. In a blink his fingers were pinching her tender clit. She cried out softly.

"Ah, ah,” he chided. “Girls who cheat don’t get to come.”

Really, she should be revolted, disturbed. But all her overwhelmed self could do was contract involuntarily, which he most definitely felt.

“Mm, good, good girl. Hands on the table.”

“Do you need to come?”

Brows furrowed in a silent plea, she nodded.

“Then come.”

Panting, she clumsily batted his hand away and stumbled to her feet. She grabbed her bag.

“Escaping, are we?”

Her heart sank. Damn. How the hell had he known?

“I just thought I would save us both the trouble,” she mumbled.

Tom raised a skeptical brow.

“The only one of us in trouble is you, kitten. Are you really trying to escape? Have you forgotten you owe me a debt? For speaking so crassly earlier today?”

“I’m not sleeping with you,” she growled.

He had the audacity to laugh.

“Not yet, dearest.”

“No, I mean ever!”

The alcohol had gone to her head and she was getting loud.

His hand wrapped around her waist and he guided her through the front door.

“We have to pay!”

“I already did.”

“What? How did you know I wouldn’t come back?”

He smirked.

“You were in the restroom for fifteen minutes. Something wasn’t going well.”

“I was just thinking!”

Flushing furiously she tried to stamp on his foot and almost lost her balance.

“I’ll carry you to the car if I must.”

When he realized where she was headed, he gently pushed her shoulders back and shook his head.

“No, darling. You just work on not falling asleep.”

She muttered something unintelligible and nodded. He didn’t want her to suck him off? What the hell kind of date was this? There was no such thing as a sexually altruistic man. No way, no how.

“Thanks for tonight, I guess. Have a good life. Goodb—.”

With a glare he stepped forward and herded her against the brick wall of her building.

“Did you not enjoy yourself?”

“I—I did,” she stuttered, suddenly much too warm. Her cheeks flushed and she broke his gaze, looking anywhere but his eyes.

Tom lifted her chin with a finger and gave a knowing smile.

“When do I see you again?”

“This was a one-time thing,” she whispered as his face neared hers.

She felt his breath puff against her cheek as he laughed softly. Nuzzling her, he kissed the corner of her mouth, eliciting a gasp.

“We both know it wasn’t.”

Indignantly she tried to push him back. The damn, muscled man didn’t move more than an inch.

“I do not have to see you again.”

Tom tutted her and closed in once more. This time, he grabbed her wrists and held them tightly against her chest.

“Each time you refuse me I’m only going to press harder.”

He accented his point with a subtle grind of his hips, forcing the breath from her lungs.

“We are having dinner again tomorrow. I will pick you up at the same time.”

Immediately she began shaking her head.

“I have plans,” she lied.

The stern glare he shot at her somehow changed the direction of her shaking head so that she was nodding.

“Good girl. Now, let yourself into your building while I still have the resolve not to follow you.

"Goodnight, Ellie.”

She knew her voice was too shaky to give a dignified response. Instead, she nodded and, once she finally got the damn door open, ducked inside.

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