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fanficsbysteve · 3 days ago

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Note: You can thank @weewoo911 for this idea not leaving my brain so I had to write it before I could continue on my other WIPs. Thank you for this and I hope you enjoy. I’m ignoring the Abby thing because that was BS, and I don’t like it. This will probably be multiple chapters. All from Tommy’s POV cause its more fun to write. Not sure how many chapters though. I'll keep you posted as I write them.

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Tommy sat at the second floor table, his phone out, mindlessly scrolling through the various apps he had downloaded. Twitter, Tumblr, those kind of apps. The ones where you created a username and maintained some level of anonymity. He loved being able to spend time just looking at things he enjoyed without people knowing what he was doing or who he was. Lately all he had been doing though is reblogging images of actor Evan Buckley. Evan Buckley in “My Heart Yearns.” Evan Buckley in “Christmas in the Poconos.” Evan Buckley in “The Things That Ate You.” Evan Buckley in “What Happens Happened.” This man was currently the king of the B-Movies and Tommy loved every single one of them, owning many of them on DVD or Blu-ray so he could watch them over and over again.

Tommy was a gay man and was coming to terms with his homosexuality. He hadn’t told anyone in his life yet. That wasn’t any of their business. But he was slowly hating himself less as the days progressed. Maybe he would tell someone when he didn’t hate himself as much as he did, maybe Hen would be the best option. She was an out and proud lesbian with a loving wife, she wouldn’t judge him like he judged himself. He felt dirty looking at the pictures he did online. He felt horrible just thinking about the things that he wanted all those men to do to him. Particularly Evan Buckley. That man could do things that weren’t in any holy book to him, and Tommy would probably thank him for it. And it still made him feel dirty inside. Not nearly as much as others. Just a little. Nothing Evan Buckley did could make him feel completely like he was a horrible person going to hell.

So, Tommy was scrolling while they sat around the 118. It was quiet *knock on wood* and Tommy was enjoying the quiet time. They had finished all their various “chores” and Bobby was already cooking some dinner. Everyone knew to leave Bobby alone while he was in the kitchen, “Seen any good movies lately?” Chimney’s voice broke the silent revery that Tommy’s mind had taken. His real name was Howie Han, however everyone called him Chimney. Nobody really knows why, and Chim likes to keep it mysterious. Tommy thinks its because Chimney’s are tall and built well. However, their Chimney is anything but that.

Tommy looked up from his phone, “Nothing really. Just the usual B-movies that nobody really watches.”

“Why do you do that to yourself?” Hen asked looking up over the newspaper she had been reading, “They are always so painfully bad.”

“I know,” Tommy smiled, “But they make me laugh. You never watched Mystery Science Theatre 3000? They basically made a career out of watching the worst movies that cinema has to offer. And they are gloriously bad. Making up commentary for them is half the fun.”

“I’ll just have to take your word for it,” Chim replied, “I took Tatiana to see that new Marcel movie. Can’t remember what I was called but it was ok.”

“I’ll stick to my sappy RomComs and B-movies,” Tommy replied, “They never disappoint me to the point of forgetting a title.”

Tommy went back to his phone. He was on Tumblr right now, curating his queue, enjoying his timeline. It had taken him some time, but he had finally gotten it to the point where he enjoyed just spending hours scrolling, finding new posts for his own blog and queue. He admitted that he was a bit of an Evan Buckley stan account at this point. His posts were mostly either pics of Evan Buckley, gifs of Evan Buckley, videos of Evan Buckley, or stories written about Evan Buckley. He was just so handsome, and it made Tommy’s stomach turn itself over and over. From the tattoos that covered his body in special places, so that adorable little birthmark above his eye. Tommy wanted to plant a kiss on that mark so badly.

Tommy went to the kitchen to get another refill on coffee. He hadn’t slept much the night before but that was his own fault. He had gotten distracted by watching Evan Buckley movies and he just wanted to finish at least one. One lead to another and suddenly it was an hour before he had to get up and get ready for work. Tommy visibly yawned as he poured another cup, “Late night?” Bobby asked while he cooked.

“Just got distracted,” Tommy replied, “Didn’t realize what time it was and just didn’t end up sleeping much. Coffee is my best friend today.”

“I’ve had those nights,” Bobby smiled, “Usually they involved a beautiful woman.”

Tommy choked a bit on his coffee at the face that Bobby made at him, “um…uh…yeah…beautiful woman,” was all that Tommy managed to get out of his mouth before he hurried away, his face beet red.

He sat down in his chair and pulled his phone back out. He went back to his absent scrolling, smiling inside at all the new pictures of Evan Buckley that were appearing online recently. He had gotten a starring role in a TV show that hadn’t been announced yet, but Tommy was a premium member of the Evan Buckley fan club, so he got all the insider information. He admitted that it was childish to have that membership, but nobody knew who he was, and he was the only one who knew he had it, so why not. It got him all kinds of insider information, and he was a Millennial, so he was allowed to do this. Evan was supposed to be filming the pilot for this show he was cast in sometime in the next few months. Tommy would definitely be watching that show.

“Dinner’s ready,” Bobby announced as he put plates of food on the table. They always served family style, taking what you wanted from the plates and passing them along. It was a tradition that Bobby had started. It was never like this during the Gerrard Era or any of the other dozen chiefs they had since. Just Bobby wanted to make the changes that made working at the 118 better.

“So, I have an announcement to make,” Bobby said as everyone had plated up their meal and was starting to eat, “We will be having someone come and shadow us a little bit for the next few months. They will be filming a new show called HotShots soon. It’s a show about firefighters, and they want some of their actors to get some firsthand experience. To add to the realism. The higher ups have approved of this as they feel this would be really good PR for the LAFD. Several different stations have had different actors who have been cast in the show come shadow us for a bit.”

“Any idea who we got?” Chimney piped up, “Hopefully it’s Samantha Callens, I heard she was cast in something and maybe it was this. She can really learn what its like to be a female firefighter from our Hen here.”

“Shut it Chim,” Hen piped up.

“No, we have someone different,” Bobby said. He pulled out his phone to check his emails, “Give me a second here to find it. Ah yes, we have someone named Evan Buckley coming.”

Tommy did a spit take with the coffee he had just been drinking, sending it flying across the table. Nobody was sitting across from them so that was a blessing, “You know that guy?” Chim asked having dodged to the side to avoid the coffee, Chim was in the chair next to the spot opposite Tommy.

“No…not really…he’s just been in a couple movies I’ve watched,” Tommy stuttered, trying to wipe up the coffee he spat all over up.

“Well, he starts tomorrow,” Bobby said, “And I expect everyone to be on their best behaviour.”

Tommy sat down in his chair, his heart racing and threatening to burst out of his chest. Evan Buckley was going to be here, in the 118, with Tommy. Tommy silently took his phone out and looked at the top of his Tumblr page, staring at his username: kinardbuckleyxoxo was all it said. Tommy knew that it was going to be a long few months. Very pleasant. But also, very long.

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Note: Chapter 1 complete. Chapter 2 the real fun begins. I usually try and make sure that I have at least a buffer of a few chapters going before I post but I wanted to get this out into the universe so that people can let me know if they enjoy it. So, leave me some comments and likes and give me any feedback you want. Also if anyone has a fun title idea, please let me know cause I'm at a loss. (I may have written this in an hour and a half after I woke up and saw the idea from @weewoo911)

#bucktommy #tevan #evan buckley #tommy kinard #buck x tommy #bucktommy fanfic #hotshots au #actor evan buckley au #not sure what other tags to use

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honeyjars-sims · 2 days ago

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Part 2 Prologue #1: Growth Mindset

Author's Note: I made some changes to my plans so the next few posts will be the prologue to Part 2 of Safe Harbor. They will fill in some gaps from the last chapter and set things up for the next chapter!

I’m preparing for my therapy appointment but this time instead of making the drive to Evergreen Harbor, I’m logging into our meeting on my PC.

“So how are things going in San Sequoia?” Khadija asks me once we’re both settled in.

“It’s going great,” I tell her. It’s a little weird seeing her on the screen instead of in person, but before long our conversation feels as comfortable as ever.

“I’m glad to hear it! Is everything going okay with your roommate? I know you were a little apprehensive moving in with someone you don’t know that well.”

“Yeah, Paul’s pretty cool. I figured he would be, being Lucy’s brother and all. And everyone in the community has been welcoming.”

“So no secret cult activity?”

“Nope,” I laugh. “If anyone’s performing any rituals, they’re doing a good job of keeping it under wraps.” My impression of my neighbors so far has been that they’re mostly wannabe bohemians–they like the idea of a homesteading lifestyle but don’t want to fully commit to a life without modern luxuries. Pretentious, maybe, but not harmful.

“It sounds like you like it there.”

“I do. It’s different, but it’s fun. I’ve been helping out with the animals; you know, cleaning the chicken coop and milking the goat, stuff like that. I even helped hatch a chick!”

Khadija laughs. “I have to say, I never expected you to be out in the field doing labor.”

“I didn’t expect it either, but it’s not that bad. I guess I’ve been doing a lot of new stuff lately. Paul convinced me to join a yoga class and I think it’s helped me relax. And would you believe I’ve been doing cross-stitch?”

“Cross-stitch? I wouldn’t have pictured that either, but it sounds nice.”

“Yeah, it takes a lot of patience because I messed up a lot at first, but it's kind of relaxing in a way.”

“Relaxation seems to be a big focus for you right now.”

“I guess so. I’ve been trying to find new ways to regulate my emotions like you suggested. Honestly, I’m feeling really good right now.”

“I can tell. I’m really proud of your progress, Johnny. I can see you’re really putting in the work.”

“Yep, even when it comes to the hard stuff, like having to talk to Lacey, I’ve been able to work through my feelings and do what I need to.”

“Oh yeah, how did that go by the way?”

“It was okay. I just told her what I said to you, that I think she’s a really great person and I value her friendship, but I just don’t have romantic feelings for her. And I apologized for leading her on.”

“How did she take it?”

“Pretty well, I guess. I could tell she was disappointed, maybe even hurt, but she was cool about it. Work was a little awkward for a bit but I think we’ve worked past the worst of it.”

I'm glad that Lacey and I are still friends, but I do feel bad still about how everything went down with her. She's everything that I thought I wanted, but for some reason, it just wasn't clicking for me. The whole thing makes me more empathetic to what Lexie went through when she broke up with me; it really doesn't feel much better to be on the other side of things.

“Well, I’m proud of you for doing the right thing, even if it was difficult. I think it says a lot that you’re trusting your own feelings and not getting hung up on what you think you should do. I’d like to see you do that more often. How does that sound to you?”

“Good, but a little scary,” I answer.

“A little fear is understandable as long as it’s not keeping you from growing. I think you can work through it, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I think so.” I wasn't sure I'd ever get to this place, but for once in my life, I actually feel like I can handle whatever's coming my way. And I can't wait to take it on.

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witchygagirlwrites · 7 hours ago

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Consider Me Gone-Part 1

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader x Jay Halstead/ Gerstead x Reader

You know your guys love you but when a case brings up bad memories and they don't turn to you? That makes you begin to doubt yourself, your relationship, everything.

You could still remember the look on your sister’s face when you told her you were deploying. The fear, the apprehension. She was afraid of you not coming home, afraid that if you made it home you wouldn’t be the same woman that left. You knew the risks that came along with the path you chose, you also knew the risks of not taking it. You had to do something with your life and that was the only path you could’ve taken at that point in your life.

When you were tasked to the 75th regiment you’d nearly questioned your commanding officer. There were men and women in the 68W that had a lot more time under their belt than you but he’d been content with your record and next thing you knew your boots were hitting the dirt in Korengal Valley.

When you reported to duty you were introduced to your unit, the men and women who you would be responsible for keeping alive under fire. Two men stood out amongst them. One with sky blue eyes, the other seafoam blue. Both of them equally gorgeous with smiles that would’ve stopped you in your tracks had you met them under different circumstances. They watched you intently from the moment you said your name and the commanding officer told the unit to be welcoming to you because “She’s gonna keep your sorry asses alive”

It took all of a half an hour before Jay Halstead and Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz were introducing themselves to you. “Mouse huh?” you asked and he’d given you a grin that showed off a set of dimples “It’s a stupid nickname but I’m the first to admit it” you cut your eyes at Jay “How’d he get it?” he winked at you “Oh sweetheart you gotta earn that story” From that day on the three of you always seemed to find each other.

One day you had just stepped out of the med tent to catch your breath, the scent of blood heavy in your nose. You had lost someone, you knew it was hopeless from the moment he’d been brought in. You hadn’t told him that. The letter in the pocket of your pants felt so much heavier than a folded sheet of paper. He’d pressed it into your hand and begged you to make sure his boyfriend got it.

You took a deep breath, trying to find air that didn’t burn your lungs on the way down. “Doc, you feeling ok?” you turned at the sound of Mouse’s voice and forced a smile onto your face “How many times do I have to tell you I’m not a doctor Gerwitz?” he grinned “You seemed pretty doctorish to me” you shook your head “Where’s your shadow?” he nodded across the way and you spotted Jay talking to Anderson “We just got back in” “Nice to see I’m not having to put either of you back together” you teased and he shrugged “We try our best to stay outta your way”

“The rest of the unit in one piece?” you asked and he nodded “Yes ma’am�� both him and Jay always did that. Why, you weren’t sure. “Good, less people in my tent, the better” he nodded “We’ll be back for a few days. If you don’t wanna be alone” “You asking me to spend time with you? Aww that’s adorable” you teased and saw him bite back a grin “You’re a pain in the ass at times, you know that?”

You grinned “You and Jay wouldn’t hang out with me if I wasn’t and I damn sure wouldn’t have lasted this long in the rangers” he laughed “Ain’t that the truth” Jay started your way and smirked when he saw you “If it isn’t my favorite medic. Feel like giving me a once over yet doc?” you shook your head “I’ll sew your lips shut Halstead” he grabbed over his heart “You’re killing me sweetheart, killing me”

Athena, the only other woman out of your unit walked up and shook her head “Easy boys. The only one spending nights with our medic is me” she slung her arm around your shoulders and winked at you “Isn’t that right sugar?” you grinned “Damn right” and busted out laughing at the look on Jay and Mouse’s faces.

You spent two tours in that place. With Jay and Mouse it wasn’t so bad. They were your best friends, never looked at you like you were less because you were a woman and you felt comfortable around them which said alot.

The day you knew you had to get out was hell on earth. That damn convoy still haunted your dreams. Having to pull your unit out the flames, being forced to move on from the ones you couldn’t save and simply stabilize who you could and pray a chopper got there before you lost them. Mouse and Jay were medically discharged and you took your discharge as well. You couldn’t face it anymore.

You never would’ve thought that the years spent over there would result in you falling in love with those two rangers who were always such a pain in your ass yet here you were.

You groaned when you tried to stretch but movement was inhibited by two sets of strong arms wrapped around your body. You slowly opened your eyes to see that Jay was curled up to your back, hands holding your hips and face pressed between your shoulders, while Mouse had his arms thrown over your stomach and his face resting on your breasts as pillows.

At least they were comfortable. You shifted, trying to figure out a way from under the mess of limbs when Jay’s hands tightened on your hips and you felt his erection pressing into your ass “Princess, it’s a little too early for you to be making sounds like that and squirming up against me like that”

You shot him a playful glare “If my boyfriends didn’t act like I was going to run away in the middle of the night maybe I could get up to go get coffee” Mouse’s lips teased across your bare chest “Well if it hadn’t taken us years to convince you to want us maybe we wouldn’t be worried”

You turned your head back towards him and he was grinning up at you from where his head was still laid on your breasts. “You two were flirts then when we got home we didn’t see each other for a while then well let’s not talk about then” he moved up to brush a gentle kiss against your lips “No let's not talk about then” Jay slipped a hand around your neck to gently tilt your head back to him “Let’s talk about now” his lips were feather light but being in their arms were always like a fire being set inside of you. It had been that way since you finally let yourself give in that first time.

“We’re all gonna be late for work” you reminded and Jay grinned “I set the clock back an hour so we’d have more time” you shook your head “You’re horrible” he shrugged “We love our girl, what’s horrible about that?”

You felt Mouse’s hand slip down between your thighs and when you let them fall open without thought he chuckled “Looking like you don’t care too much about being late love”

By the time you parked at med Will was already texting you asking where the hell you were at. You didn’t dignify your dear brother in law with a response and simply pocketed your phone and headed inside.

When you passed the front desk Maggie smiled “Good morning” “Mornings Mags. Where’s Halstead? He’s blowing me up like I’m not still five minutes before my shift” She looked behind you and grinned. You turned around and glared up at Will “What’s the rush?” his eyes widened “They have baby nurses from the med school here. If I didn’t have you they’d stick me with one of them” you shook your head with a laugh “Oh honey”

You knew as much if not more than most of the doctors here but you hadn’t had the desire to get the doctor title. Registered Nurse suited you just fine, besides they knew what you could do here. Most of the time you either worked side by side with Will or Ethan. Neither of them ever questioned your call. You waved a hand “Fear not big red. Your favorite nurse is here. Let’s start the day”

He slipped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into a side hug “I don’t know how my brother ever got lucky enough to get you” then pointed you towards his first patient’s room.

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You were just sitting down in the breakroom when your phone chimed with a text from Erin Mollys tonight? Please?? You laughed lightly and texted back I’ll meet you there dear. Let the boys know their choices are either go out with me or I’m going alone

You opened your water and barely got a bite of your sandwich before two texts popped up in the group text thread between you, Jay and Mouse that read We’re coming and Baby, don’t play like that you shook your head and texted back was just giving you options geez

Ethan walked in and sat down across from you, leaning back in his seat. You cut your eyes up “You good Choi?” he nodded “Yeah, just beat” you nodded in agreement. This shift had been back to back. Your lunch break was supposed to be four hours before. You’d managed to eat a pack of the crackers Maggie kept in her desk between running tests but that had been about it.

“You working tomorrow?” you asked and he shook his head “No, how about you?” you shook your head “No, I’m off for two days? I think.” he looked up “Our schedules sync up then” you grinned “Good, I like working with you and Will” he laughed “That’s just because we both know you’re a trauma specialist you just don’t have the title” you grinned “Exactly”

When you got home Jay and Mouse were already there. Jay was laid across the couch when you walked in and you could hear Mouse somewhere in the house. Jay grinned when you walked in “There’s the sexiest medic that ever walked”

You shook your head “Easy ranger. Just a trauma nurse nowadays” he reached a hand out so you let him pull you to him, having to straddle his waist to keep from just falling across him. His eyes flickered across you and even in your scrubs, with your hair falling down he looked at you like you were the most gorgeous woman he ever laid eyes on, then again he’d looked at you like then when you wore ACUs.

His hands gripped your thighs gently “I love you baby” you smiled “I love you too Jay” you leaned down to steal a kiss from him and the moment your lips met you heard Mouse “Oh I go to finish the laundry and get left out”

You looked up from where you were on Jay and grinned “He got me time I walked in, sorry” Mouse shook his head “Thought we agreed a long time ago, we both got her” Jay looked up at him “Can you blame me? Look at my view?”

You shook your head and kissed Jay before climbing off of him. You walked over to Mouse and pulled him into a kiss before checking the time “I gotta shower so I can meet Erin and Kim” That was all it took for Jay to jump up off the couch and Mouse to snap to attention “Want some company?” you shook your head, that was what had taken so long finding this place, a shower big enough for three.

“Come on then. No funny business or I’ll kick you out of the shower” you warned, leading the way to the bathroom and feeling their hands teasing you on the way. “You didn’t say no funny business before the shower” Mouse teased, lips close to your ear.

You walked into Mollys between Jay and Mouse. Jay had your hand in his, his fingers curled around yours and Mouse had his fingers hooked in your belt loops. You’d teased them that you looked like a flight risk. They’d replied that they were just keeping a hand on you.

When the music hit you along with familiar voices you looked around and spotted the rest of intelligence at the end of the bar, well minus Voight and Al. “There she is!” Erin called and you dropped Jay’s hand and pulled away from Mouse to pull her into a hug. She grinned over your shoulder at the two of them “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna keep her”

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“I’m just saying, I have seen a t-shirt and some duct tape save a leg” you laughed and Adam raised an eyebrow “Did you do it?” Jay leaned up over your shoulder considering you were currently sitting halfway in his lap “Yes she did”

You cut your eyes back at him “You weren’t even there sir” he shrugged “No but Anderson told me about it” you shook your head and looked back at Adam “Point is in the moment you’d be surprised what could be useful Ruz”

Mouse walked back up with Kevin and the drinks they’d gone after. He passed you your then handed Jay his beer before brushing a kiss against your lips. You grinned then he sat down next to you. “How did you ever get stuck with these two anyways?” “Watch it Lindsay” they both warned playfully. You laughed “They were already a bonded pair, if I took one I had to take the other”

Everyone started laughing at your response but you made sure to lean back against Jay and reach out for Mouse just in case they took your teasing to heart. “Is that the trifecta?” you heard a voice say and your eyes widened. Only one person ever called you, Jay and Mouse that.

You jumped up from Jay’s lap, He was on his feet and Mouse was too as Athena walked up to your group. She looked how you remembered. Five foot nine, honey brown hair tied up and bright amber eyes. You never did understand why the boys went for you while she was there but you were glad they did. She’d been a heaven sent amongst the testosterone during those days. More than one night had been full of laughter in your shared tent.

“Athena!” you hollered, pulling her into a hug. She squeezed you tightly, nodding to Jay and Mouse “Hey boys” Once she let you go she hugged them both. “What are you doing in Chicago? Last time we talked you were in D.C?” you asked because she was stationed at the marshal office there. She nodded “I’m in town working a case. Heard this was a good place to get a drink. Didn’t expect to find my unit here”

“Are we gonna get introduced?” Kim asked and you laughed lightly “Oh Athena this is the unit Jay works in and that Mouse is a tech expert for” you introduced them one by one. She nodded “What about you fireball?” you grinned “You know me, I’m at the hospital” “Trauma specialist?” she asked and you shook your head “Trauma nurse” “Close enough. You know more than any of those M.D.s do”

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The four of you caught up a little but then she needed to join the people she’d come with so all of you traded your newest numbers before she left. You noticed Erin and Kim both cutting their eyes at her as she walked off but didn’t think anything of it until Erin whispered “Do we like her?”

You nodded “She’s good” “Are you sure. Cause if you don’t like her, we don’t” Kim whispered and you laughed, making Mouse shoot you a look. You shook your head “You don’t wanna know baby” before telling them both “She’s ok. She was in the same unit as us. The only other woman. She had my back a lot” “Ok” Erin said after a moment and Kim nodded too.

“That was insane seeing Athena again” you laughed, walking into your house. Mouse nodded “Yeah, been a while since we saw anyone out of the unit” “Yeah” Jay agreed.

You tried and failed to stifle a yawn which made them share a grin “I think we need to put her to bed” Jay laughed. “Only if you two come with me” you pouted and they both shook their heads “She’s so damn spoiled. What happened to that medic that used to threaten to sew my lips shut?” Jay asked and you grinned “I figured out I like you being able to use your lip and your tongue and other things”

He cut his eyes at Mouse “I say we make sure she gets a good night's rest. What do you think?” Mouse’s eyes were glued to you “I say that’s a damn good idea”

Two days passed and you didn’t really think too much more about Athena being in Chicago. You ended up pulling doubles at the hospital and Intelligence had just finished wrapping up a drug bust worth a quarter of a million.

You stood at the front desk, rubbing your hand across your eyes. “You good?” Will asked and you looked up at him “Aces” he grinned “I swear you act too much like you’re with my brother at times. You can admit if you’re tired or something” you shook your head “I’m fine Will, really. I need some coffee and maybe some water too then I’ll be good as new”

He nodded “Do me a favor and add some food somewhere in that mix? I’m gonna get my ass kicked twice over if you pass out on my watch” you grinned at him “Don’t worry if they kick your ass while I’m out I’ll take care of it when I wake up. We have the same base training”

You rotated your neck in a tight circle and got ready to go back to work but your phone started ringing. You pulled it out and saw it was Erin. “Hello?” you answered and her voice was low “Can you talk?” “Yeah, why?” your stomach knotted at her tone. She took a deep breath before saying “They probably wouldn’t want me to tell you but we caught a case that I think may have triggered something for your fellas. I overheard Jay and Mouse talking about Henderson? It sounded like they were arguing and that this case had enough similarities to remind them”

Your hand flew out to the desk to steady yourself. Memories of the shape Mark had been in when he was found flew through your head, how hard you worked to stabilize him and the striking realization that all you had to offer his wife was that after all the hell he suffered he died with a friend at his side.

You vaguely registered her calling your name twice before April touching your arm snapped you back to the present “Yeah? Um thanks Erin for letting me know. If they start arguing and cause interruptions to the case, call me?” “Of course”

You hung up with her and looked at April who was staring at you with an unspoken question written plainly across her face “I’m ok April” she shook her head “You know I live with someone who served, right?” you offered her a smile “I promise, I’m ok” she smiled slightly “If you need someone to talk to I’m here and if you need someone who’s been there Ethan is always there for you too” “Thank you” you told her and she nodded “Of course”

She walked off so you slid your phone into your pocket. They would call if they needed you, if not you’d talk to them that night. Mark was a hard spot for all of you. His wife’s cries still haunted your dreams on some nights.

About an hour before you were getting off Jay sent a text in the thread We’re gonna grab a beer after work ok, normally they would have worded that do you want to grab a beer after work. Were they not including you? Just you two? You asked and felt your heart hit your feet when he texted back Thena is still in town so she’s gonna meet us. We won’t be long. We love you

Was it the memories of Mark’s final moments, the ghost of his wife gripping to you begging you to say it wasn’t true or the slap in the face of knowing your guys were hurting and not seeking you out that forced the tears from your eyes? You weren’t sure but angry hot tears slipped down your face before you could stop them.

“Woah, what’s wrong and don’t you dare say nothing” Will asked and you hadn’t even realized he was standing over you. What were you supposed to tell him? Will loved you like a sister, yeah but Jay was actually his brother. How could you explain you were crying because your boyfriends wanted to get a beer with someone out of their unit? It’s not like they were being sneaky and hid it. They told you.

“Um, bad day Will” you whispered and he slipped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. “Want me to call Jay?” “NO!” you said a little harsher than you meant to. He pulled back and looked down at you “Are you sure you’re ok?” You nodded “Yeah, just had some stuff trudged up. I just need to make another hour, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry the guys”

“If you need me, I’m here” he reminded you with a smile before kissing the top of your head “I am your favorite brother in law after all” you shook your head “Mouse is an only child” he grinned “Even more reason for me to be your favorite”

Once he walked away you let your face fall. Maybe you were reading too much into it? That was all? You just needed to focus. You couldn’t split attention at work. Lives were at risk.

You parked next to Jay’s truck and took a deep breath. You wouldn’t push. If they wanted to talk to you, they would. God please let them talk to you.

You grabbed your belongings and headed inside. You needed to start a load of your scrubs. You went through two pairs this shift alone and they had to be washed separately.

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You walked in the door and they were sitting on the couch, watching the Blackhawks game. “Hey baby” Mouse greeted with a smile. “Hey” you replied, moving past them towards the laundry room. “You ok sweetheart?” Jay called behind you and you rolled your eyes to not bite off a comment you may later regret “I need to start a load of my scrubs. I went through two pairs this shift”

You heard them moving as you walked into the laundry room and turned to see they were at the door “I washed them love. They’re in your dresser” Mouse told you with a smile. “Oh, thank you” you replied, dropping the dirty bag to the floor and pulling the scrubs out to pretreat.

You saw them exchange a look before Jay asked “Did we do something we don’t know about?” you didn’t look at them and just shook your head “No” “How long have we known you sweetheart? We know what that no means” Mouse pushed so you dropped the scrubs in the washer then turned to face them “Nothing is wrong, ok? I had a long day, I’m tired. You two are apparently aces so I’m gonna go shower”

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You started the washer then pushed past them to get out of the room. Both of them reached out to grab you, Mouse around the waist and Jay your arm “Uh uh” “What is it baby?”

You took a deep breath then said “Erin called me about the case. Said you two were talking about Henderson” “Oh” “Oh”

You nodded slowly “Oh, so we don’t communicate anymore?” Jay shrugged “It’s not that big of a deal. This case, the victim..he was tortured for information” “It was really similar to Henderson” Mouse added. “Are you two ok?” you asked, looking from one to the other. You knew them. Mouse would need to talk it out when old memories were trudged up and Jay would try to bury it all unless you forced him to talk.

“Yeah, that’s why we grabbed the beer with Thena, talk with someone who was there” Jay explained and he could have punched you dead in the gut and it would have hurt less. “Someone who was there?” he realized his wording and looked to Mouse for help on backpedaling.

“Baby he didn’t mean it like that” you shook your head “Fuck it. I need to shower” you stormed past them, shrugging their hands off your body. “Alone”

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You could hear Jay and Mouse both outside the door, trying to talk to you but you ignored them, turning the water on as high as you could get it and sinking to the floor of the shower. “Someone who was there” nice to know everything you went through didn’t mean a damn thing.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until the salty tears hit your lips. You didn’t try to stifle your sobs. What were they gonna do? Go talk to Athena about it?

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When you got out of the shower and dressed you opened the bathroom door to find Mouse sitting on the floor on one side of the door and Jay on the other “What are you two doing?” you asked and Mouse said “Waiting for you, we heard you crying” “I’m fine Greg” you sighed and walked past them to the bedroom.

You crawled into bed, curling up in the middle where you usually slept. They quickly disrobed and climbed into bed on either side of you. “Can we touch you?” Jay asked and you nodded. You felt them slip their arms around you and closed your eyes trying not to let his words play through your head yet again. “I love you sweetheart,” Mouse whispered. “I love you too Greg”

“I love you princess” Jay whispered and you nodded “I love you Jay” you forced your eyes to close. You desperately needed sleep, maybe you’d feel more clear headed come tomorrow? Maybe you would be able to form calm enough thoughts to approach the whole “Someone who was there” comment without tears or screaming coming into the equation but for tonight you needed sleep.

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mullermilkshake · 2 days ago

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The rose garden - Chapter 5

I will be uploading the whole thing here, it's just going take a little time, but if you want to read more right now, there's more on my AO3 <3

Summary - You are just an author wanting to put your writing out there and carry on with your life, but when two people end up murdered, things you write about seem to be more real than just pure fiction.

Pairing - Yandere!Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader / Detective!Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader (Sort of one sided)

Word count - 3.8k

Tags (master list for the entire fic, will add TW for significant tags) - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!! PLEASE READ THE TAGS!!!,NSFW,SMUT,NO USE OF Y/N,Yandere!Getou Suguru, Graphic depictions of violence, major character death, Porn With Plot,Porn with Feelings,Established Relationship,PleasureDom,Codependency,Murder,Torture,Conspiracy,Cunnilingus,Orgasm Control,Multiple Orgasms,Minor Original Character(s),psychiatry,Medication,Power Imbalance,Vaginal Fingering,Disembowelment,Manipulation,Gaslighting,Rimming, Praise Kink,Grinding,mentions of blowjobs,Dry Humping,thigh riding,Dark,Autopsy,Aftercare,Hunting,Guns,Perceived infidelity,Body Horror,Smoking,Vaginal Sex,Misogyny,Public Stimulation,One sided sexual tension,Invasion of Privacy,Strangulation,Reader-Insert,Serious Satoru Gojo,Orgasm Edging,Obsession,Accidental Voyeurism,Angst,Questions of masculinity, stabbing, shooting

A new player has entered.

Suguru may have gotten too close to the sun.

Tags for the chapter - Mentions of death, murder and bodies, mind games, interrogation

Thank you,

Thank you. Keep up the good work.

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Suguru eyed the detective as he stepped over the threshold.

If he recalled correctly, Suguru knew who this man was. And he was not a man to be fucked with.

His face came with some familiarity from his forensic route before he decided to open up his own practice. Suguru saw enough shit profiling the bad guys that he couldn’t bear it, and it was the right choice. If he hadn’t given that up, then he wouldn’t have met you.

Profiling took a toll on people, thinking like criminals and diagnosing heavy mental health conditions of someone linked to horrid crimes. Helping those around him and supporting the management of addiction and everyday struggles were where his heart was.

The man in front of him, Suguru knew him as Satoru Gojo. He was certain of it. The news of an investigator with white hair wasn’t hard to miss, and from what he remembered, from keeping up to date with the law side of things, was that Satoru Gojo was once the youngest investigator on the force.

A force to be reckoned with and once he started, he didn’t stop. Though he was unsure of what he was up to these days. Either way, he watched his footing around this guy.

And a homicide too? The Detective must have been referring to Mr Simmons.

“Can I get you a drink, Detective?”

He shook his head and observed the front hallway of the cabin. “I’m good, thanks. I just want to ask a few questions and I’ll be on my way. I just need to confirm your names?”

Satoru Gojo was already naturally suspicious. That wasn’t good. He read them out and waited for Suguru and yourself to confirm.

You took Suguru’s hand and led him over to the sofa, “Please, take a seat Detective. We’ll help in any way we can.” God, you were always so perfect.

Suguru was shocked he had slept in as long as he did, he would have left you to it napping away, maybe carried you to bed and let you sleep the entire night’s events off whilst he made breakfast.

But instead he woke up to this. Suguru kept his trademark smile and sat down next to you, making sure he rested his hand on your knee, if anything to show that you were protected.

“You were talking about a homicide?”

“It’s purely house calls at the moment until we have all of the evidence available to us. I’m going through my list. You just happened to be the closest.”

“Closest?” You were naturally inquisitive.

He shrugged at you. “I went to your house, but no one was there and I found this second address listed so I thought I’d shoot my shot, but it turns out you’re the furthest away now.”

“What’s going on, Detective?” Suguru waited to see what he was going to say about Mr Simmons, he was one of the last to see him alive, it was natural to come to see him.

Detective Gojo cleared his throat and leant his elbows on his spread knees to show that he was relaxed. “Well, the person in question found this morning nearby was a woman who attended the ‘Dark author’s award ceremony’ the night before last.” He said a name and Suguru was sure he recognised it.

Ella.

You certainly did, lifting your hand to your mouth in shock. “Oh my god… We saw her before we left, she was throwing an after party.”

“And did you go?”

Suguru jumped in before you could add a motive to the Detective's repertoire. “We were invited, but we came straight home. My fiancé won an award that night, so we came back to celebrate.”

“And can anyone else provide that alibi?”

“The garage camera, it’ll show when we arrived home.” You were hot on it. Suguru still saw the welling wetness collecting in your eyes. “What happened to her, detective?”

“I can't divulge that information just yet until it’s made public, but it’s best not to think about it. All I need to know is when you last saw her, what was discussed and an alibi. Once that’s corroborated, I can cross you off my list.” He spoke directly to you, not once did he look at Suguru.

He should have felt threatened by another man in your presence, but that wasn’t that case. Suguru could not put his finger on it just yet. What was this sniffer dog's aim?

“Well.” You spoke before Suguru could even get a word in. “We saw her at the event, she was inviting others to her house for an after party and invited Suguru. He declined and we left. We came straight home and remained there until the morning when he left for work.”

He was invited. He hoped the Detective didn’t pick up on your phrasing. “You say your fiancé was invited. Was it just him? I thought you were both invited?”

It was Suguru’s job to clear up the misunderstanding. “The invite was extended to me, but as we’re together, it was pretty much given that we were both invited, yes.”

“Right.” Detective Gojo wasn’t so convinced.

“I’m sorry, but I have to ask.”

What were you going to say now? “Was it quick at least?”

“What do you mean by that?”

No… That’s the worst thing to say.

“I mean, she didn’t suffer at least, did she? The thought of someone I know dying is…” The wetness in your eyes fell with subtlety. “You hear it on the news and read it in the papers and never think you’ll be affected by it, and then it happens.”

You sat forward and even took your hand from Suguru’s. “Please, give it to me straight. Did she suffer?”

“She did.”

“Oh my god.” You leant into Suguru to seek comfort. “You see someone and never think it’ll be the last time.”

“Let me get you some water, sweetie.” Was Suguru being way too blasé about this? He hardly knew the woman, she hadn’t said more than two words to him before that invitation.

You drank the water down fast, Suguru didn’t leave much time for you to be on your own with the Detective and came back faster than he should have. But it made no difference. The man still began grilling you with questions and it got you a little flustered.

“I’m sorry, am I missing something?” You placed the glass down, how much had Suguru missed? “Am I being interrogated- are you going to detain me?”

“What’s going on?” Suguru didn’t like the look of this.

The Detective shook his head reassuringly. “I'm not interrogating anyone, I’m not slinging anyone in the back of my car either. I’m just trying to get a grasp on what sort of woman she was, the type of relationships she had. So far, you are the only two people I’ve been able to see in person, most of the others have been over the phone.”

This was an interrogation. The Detective was looking for motives. Poor relationships, scorned arguments which resulted in each party not relenting to being on speaking terms.

Satoru Gojo was very much interrogating you.

Suguru was not going to have it. “Detective, how about we step into my office? This information is quite a shock and we’re here on vacation. I think it’s doing the opposite of what a vacation is intended for,” He gestured to you. “She’s stressed out and I think it’s better if we discuss it more privately until you need her again. Does that sound good to you?”

At first, Suguru assumed he’d decline, but he didn't, he just nodded and got to his feet. “I apologise for the upset, I’d very much like to speak with you privately, Doctor.”

He nodded and got up as well, taking your hand briefly with a smile. “It’ll be alright, sweetie. I won’t be long. Why don’t you go out to the garden for a little while? The fresh air will do you good.” A quick peck to your forehead and he was showing the Detective to his office.

As soon as the doors were slid shut, Suguru spoke to him man to man. “Satoru Gojo. I remember who you are now.”

‘You know who I am?” He studied the art mounted on the walls.

“May I call you Satoru? I remember you from my days with the police, albeit brief, I don’t forget a face. You’re pretty famous if I recall?” He also noticed the distinct pungent smell of cigarettes too, one of which he had very recently smoked. Possibly on the way over here and one he would not forget.

Satoru shrugged. “Either name will do, but I’m not here to discuss names and pleasantries. There was another homicide nearby that happened last night, which I would have discussed in front of your partner, but here is just as convenient.”

“Alright then.” This must have been about Mr Simmons.

“A man was killed in a hit and run at around ten o’clock last night. Then his body was moved and placed somewhere close by.”

Suguru knew all of this already and by Satoru’s tone, it was as though he was trying to bait him. “Okay, do you need an alibi for that, or?”

“You’re a therapist, aren’t you?”

“A licensed psychiatrist.”

“There’s a difference?” Yeah. He was definitely trying to bait him.

Suguru sat himself down in his little office chair and watched the Detective closely. “Well, I dabbled in crime psychology for a little while, creating criminal profiles and aiding the police, but I prefer treating calmer and less violent people. I prescribe medication and make referrals. I don’t just do talk therapy.”

“That’s right. You have your own practice don't you?...” Something caught his attention.

“I do.”

The window behind Suguru’s chair. He must have seen you sit down outside. But it wasn’t what his eyes were focused on. “That’s a pretty rose garden.”

Suguru’s cheeks tugged for just a moment. “I planted those a few years back for her, roses are her favourite so we have tons blooming every year.”

Satoru’s cheeks did the exact same thing. “It’s funny… this hit and run had red roses on the body.”

“Really?” Suguru pretended to think, lacing his fingers together. “Were the roses placed there meticulously or haphazardly?”

“Does that matter?” Satoru was challenging him.

He’d take it.

“Of course. Haphazardly suggests the person wanted to hide the body, make it pretty while also trying to alleviate the guilt of what they did. But placing them with purpose suggests something more than that. It suggests that the person knew what they were doing and in doing so gave them power. To make a statement.”

A good diversion to throw the Detective off.

“They were placed haphazardly.” A total lie.

“So you’re looking at someone rushing then, most probably their first time killing. Though it doesn’t explain the roses. That would indicate that it still could have been premeditated. Where was the body exactly? You said it was nearby… near to here?”

“Near the first homicide. Which, coincidentally, is near your office if I'm not mistaken.”

Suguru didn’t give anything away. “I’m not aware, you never gave a specific location.”

“The lanes. In a residence and in the woodlands around the lane roads.”

“Ah yes, then that is near my office. There’s not much around there in terms of variety if I’m not mistaken… I can’t believe it’s so close.”

Time to lay it on thick. Though Suguru was still one hundred percent sincere. “If you could, would you mind not mentioning where the bodies were found to my finacé? She would freak if all that trouble was on our doorstep. I doubt she’d ever want me going down the lanes again.”

He didn’t agree. “How often do you go down those roads?”

“Twice a day when I’m working.”

“Were you working yesterday?”

“I was.”

“When did you leave, what way did you go?”

It was around nine when Suguru left the office, give or take ten minutes but autopsies were never approximated down to the minute, hence the hour given later than Mr Simmons’ actual time of death. So give or take half an hour wouldn’t make a difference.

It was close enough to the time of death not to be suspicious should Nanami be questioned, but far enough away that he wouldn’t have been an immediate suspect should he become a person of interest.

“Around nine thirty, I take the east way home, the roads are wider and with the fog that night, it was a safe choice, though I never drive more than thirty kilometres down those roads.”

“The fog?” Well, that seemed to throw him through a loop.

“Yes, there was unexpected heavy fog that came in last night. My fiancé messaged me to take care while driving. Visibility was bad and I ended up hitting a raccoon or rabbit that darted out in front of me when I was coming out of the lanes.”

He had no choice but to state that he had hit something, but Mr Simmons was at least two miles closer to his office than where he stated. Suguru needed some sort of alibi to link with the convenience store clerk should he get wind and speak with him.

“You hit something? Why didn’t you say that earlier?” Satoru stopped his observation of the room and gave Suguru the time of day this time.

“Because after you told me there was another body found near my place of work, to which I confirmed I was working, I naturally assumed you would ask the question of my whereabouts. And you did.”

It was more of a power trip to Suguru now. He knew he shouldn’t have poked the bear, but it was far too tempting. The Detective was looking in the eyes of a murderer and was none the wiser. Plenty had reviewed evidence before, but none ever close enough to link Suguru.

Mr Simmons was number…. Seven? If he remembered correctly. He hadn’t played that game for a while. Just Mr Simmons, not the woman. Suguru was unsure of what happened to that woman, because that was nothing to do with him at all.

“I tried getting as much gunk out of the grill of my car, she’s a vintage one and I had to take the grill off, then I waited to see if the fog cleared and thankfully it did. So I went to the nearest convenient store a little while after and got my car cleaned- he has the facilities for it. We were driving up here late last night-early morning, and preferred it if my fiancé didn’t have to see animal guts all over the car.”

“And can the clerk corroborate this?”

“Of course. I’ve used his services on a few occasions.”

“Right…” Again, the Detective did not look convinced.

“Is there anything else I can assist you with? Like I said before, I did practise in psychological profiling.”

“Nothing to concern yourself with, but I do wanna circle back to the roses.” Satoru moved towards the desk and poked his head in the direction of the window as he came closer.

He was watching you. Suguru just knew it. “There were roses left at the other scene too.”

Suguru knew nothing about that. “Alright. What does that have to do with the rose garden?”

Satoru Gojo did not take his eyes away from you swinging yourself on the little chair swing, one knee brought up to your chest with the other lazily kicking the floor. You were watching the roses shuffle side by side in the afternoon wind and late autumn sun.

“There’s a lot of roses goin’ around. Somewhere to supply that many would be an interesting find to a local florist.”

Where was he going with this?

“Okay.” Suguru wanted to turn away from him, but he wouldn’t all the while he was watching you.

“I think the roses came from here.”

What? A stupidly absurd notion. The very idea that he suggested someone rifling through the garden and taking roses from your favourite place made Suguru’s very soul burn like ash.

He didn’t give that away though, he’d contain his temper until he was able to release it properly. “Well, we only come here a few times a year, I check more often so that I can be sure the roses haven’t contracted a pest or disease, but that doesn’t stop anyone else getting to them, they aren't exactly secure.”

Who was this man to be throwing accusations like that? He was supposed to be an extraordinary Detective. Now he was just throwing mud hoping that it stuck.

“It doesn’t narrow our search down, but a rose clipped here and there soon makes one large bouquet or two, don't y’think?”

“I’m not quite sure what you mean? Are you saying whoever used the roses on those bodies took them out of my fiancés garden? This place isn’t exactly close by.”

He shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips while he turned away from the window. “Who knows, I’m just throwin’ some theories out there. I won’t know all the facts until I have all the evidence presented to me, but I would like to request two things from you if I may.”

Here we go. Not without a fucking warrant. Suguru knew what he was going to ask. “Of course, ask away.”

“Can I examine your car and get security footage from your office?”

Of course. This man was so predictable. “Unfortunately, I cannot agree to that.”

“And why not?” Satoru’s stance was combative.

“You will need a search warrant for both. I must protect the personal information and the whereabouts of my clients. It’’s doctor-patient confidentiallity, I’ll need the written permission of every client that came by yesterday before I can even think of releasing that information to you without a warrant.”

Suguru already had written consent from all of his clients to allow the office to be filmed, but he would not give it to him.

Satoru seemed to take that on the nose. Suguru would protect his clients and their wishes until he legally prevented to do so. He had plenty of protection and he believed that there was not enough reason to collect the practice's camera footage of the road and parking lot just yet.

“Okay. I’ll go and get that then. I’ll be back soon enough to get that car impounded. I just need to start ticking people off my list is all. I don’t wanna cause you more hassle than it's all worth y’know? I wouldn’t want to upset your fiancé.” He went back to the same kind routine that he was using with you, like that charade would put Suguru’s guard down.

Satoru would know better in time than to use you as a bargaining chip. “That’s fine by me, we aren’t going anywhere all week. It’ll give her time to keep calm while she’s writing her new book, she has plenty to keep her mind occupied while you do what you have to do.”

“Well alright then. I’ll see myself out and I’ll be back with that warrant. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Geto. Please send your girl my regards. See ya.” He vacated the office and left the doors wide open on purpose.

Suguru could barely contain himself but held on until he heard a car drive off of the driveway. “That asshole.”

How dare he use you as a way to try and coerce him to give up his car and office like that. It made him fucking sick. Sick enough to shoot up from his seat, stomp over to the decorative vase he didn’t even enjoy looking at, pick it up and launch it across the room to watch it shatter into little pieces.

That fucking bastard thinks he’s so clever. He lied about the crime scene and tried to catch me out.

Not likely. Suguru wouldn’t fall for it no matter how angry he was. There was never a time in his life where he would allow anyone to take him away from you.

You just wouldn’t cope without him.

“Oh my god, what happened?” Through the red, Suguru was barely able to recover himself.

“Don’t come in here, sweetie. I was going to rearrange a few things and the vase slipped from my hands and fell. There’s smashed ceramic everywhere, could you get the broom for me? I don’t want you cutting your feet.”

You moved without hesitation, trusting him blindly.

It was better that way.

“Are you alright? I heard the noise and noticed that the Detective wasn’t here… did he leave already?” You reappeared just as quickly as you vanished.

“I’m just fine, don’t worry about me.” The ceramic clinked together as he swept, and for just a moment, Suguru tried his best to look at you, but he couldn’t. “Yes he’s gone for now, but he’ll be back with a warrant for the car and my office's security footage.”

He did not want to see your concerned face, something that was his own doing for jumping the gun and getting rid of a man who may not have hurt you. Suguru was conflicted by his reasoning and admitted to himself he may have made the wrong call. But it was better to be safe than sorry.

“Your car?… Alright.” You said, rubbing your arm and backing up a little from the large sliding double doors.

No, it wasn’t the wrong call. You were still safe and that was all that mattered. “I’ll take care of it all, it’s just to help with his investigation, but I can’t release it on my own. He’ll need a warrant anyway, it’s just procedure, that’s all.”

Suguru placed the broom to the side and wandered over to you for a reassuring embrace. “It’s all sorted, you don’t need to worry your head over it.”

“I just can’t believe she’s dead… Murdered. She wasn’t the nicest person, but I can’t imagine anyone wanting to hurt her.” You nuzzled into his chest close enough.

“I know, there’s not much we can do either. For now, we’ll just need to let the police do their jobs and wait for justice that’ll come with them.” He was curious to know what that body looked like and whether there was an active killer in the area, or just a one time thing.

The most infuriating part of all this, is that if Satoru Gojo posed a significant threat, Suguru couldn’t just kill him. He had a temper, but he was not stupid.

His only options were to either lead the intelligent Detective astray, or make it impossible to have any evidence to catch him with.

To play the white haired Detective at his own game.

And Suguru would win.

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sammyluvr · 2 days ago

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✶ . ၄၃ . real cute — ruby

cw : gn!reader, smut, fluff, bratty & sorta subby ruby but also implied switch ruby and reader, car sex, kissing/making out, swearing, praise, teasing, nipple play, oral & fingering (ruby receiving), finger sucking, bushy pussy ruby <3, nicknames (baby, babe, honey, pretty girl, sweetheart), ruby sastiel shipper???, poorly edited, ft sam at the beginning, 3.5K words. MDNI !!! 18+ ONLY.

summary : you ask a pretty girl (?) out on a date.. she says yes, so you pick her up, but neither of you make it inside the restaurant because you end up fucking in the car.

the guy sitting across from her looks at you like you’re crazy for asking her out. you’re not sure if that’s a good or bad thing, mostly because you don’t mind your girls a little… off-kilter, maybe.

but her? no, she looks at you with a pleased smirk that’s gorgeous enough for you to decide that the dude’s look means nothing to you.

“oh, come on, sam, quit looking ‘em like that,” she scolds him. “can’t a girl get asked out every once and a while?” she turns back to you. “don’t pay him any attention. sure you can, babe,” she says to your, ‘can i take you out on a date?’

you grin back at her. “well then, babe,” you parrot, “i take it that means you wouldn’t mind giving me your number?” she gladly punches her number into your phone when you hold it out to her, and the guy, sam, keeps looking at you like you’re making a horrible decision. it’s sort of funny, honestly. you pay him no mind and check your phone when she hands it back to you. she’s put the name ruby into the contact.

“just an fyi, you get bonus points if you bring me somewhere with good fries,” ruby grins, punctuating the sentiment by popping a ketchup lathered, greasy diner fry between her pretty lips.

“well, then. thanks for the tip, darling. i know just the place.” you love how easy it already is to have this flirty banter with her. then again, you could see her eye roll from across the diner so it wasn’t too surprising at all that she matched this sort of energy.

when you first caught sight of her, walking in with the man, sam, you were highly disappointed. she’s just so pretty, there was no resisting the immediate attraction to her that you felt. her dark hair and high cheekbones, leather jacket, big belt buckle, and graphic t-shirt all pulled you right in. so, you subtly listened and watched them, triumphant when you heard her say something about his “angel boyfriend.” so you finished your food, paid, and walked right over to ask her on a date.

you hold your phone up definitively. “i’ll text you, ruby. you’d better text back, even if it’s just for the fries. you won’t regret it.”

she looks pleased to hear that, “you’re cute,” she tells you, clearly entertained. you’re starting to feel obsessed with the sound of her voice and you have to try very hard not to let that fluster you.

your shoulders shrug a bit, and you feel as though you do a decent job when you say, “so i’ve heard, but not from anyone quite as pretty as you.” you tell her the name you’ll be texting from and take a step back, still facing her for one more moment. “enjoy the rest of your fries, sweetheart.”

the words bad idea or she’s a demon! lay unsaid on sam’s mouth. he even parts his lips to say something, but you’re already walking away. either way, ruby would’ve easily played it all off as a joke. she won’t mess with you, despite sam’s belief that she might. maybe it’s just the fact that she could that worries him. she just wants a bit of fun, though. and she really meant that comment about thinking you’re cute. so she gives sam a cocky grin and watches as you walk away in satisfaction.

𓄲 ✶ 𓄴

the address she texts you to pick her up from is the motel on the edge of town. this information is a little disappointing, though you try not to assume. maybe she’s just staying there temporarily as she looks for a new apartment or something of that sort. or, maybe she’s only here for a few days and you’ll never see her again. that would be a poor loss.

when you pull into the parking lot, she’s already waiting outside, just as gorgeous as the first time you saw her. even more gorgeous, you think, now that you’re taking her on a date. she gets in the passenger’s side with that tantalizing grin of hers. you watch her get settled in her seat, wondering how her hair falls so perfectly. you’re starting to learn that you’re a little obsessed with the shape of her lips, the way they look slightly parted when she meets your eyes.

she’s barely dressed any differently than when you saw her two days ago, but something about having her alone in your car is getting you going. she’s just so stunning, so sure in her movements, so sweet looking when you greet her with a smile. her grey graphic tee has a little v-shaped slit on the top hem, and you can’t help but take a peek. her own eyes trail your form, looking greedy.

you back out of the parking lot and she shamelessly stares at the way your neck stretches when you look through the rear window. as you keep driving, she stares at your hands too.

“so, ruby, how long have you been staying at the motel?” you ask, trying to start up a conversation.

“just a few days,” she says, not bothering to expand on why or where she’s from. “don’t worry, though. i’ve got your number.” she seems to have read your concern for her just passing through, and says this as if it’s enough to fix any issues that may come up. ruby’s funny, hot, a little bit odd, and this is just a first date, so you suppose you don’t mind. she’s honestly adorable, too, and doesn’t really seem to favor subtlety. you glance at her and she licks her lips. it’s hot in the car, despite the bit of cool air flowing through.

she’s cryptic and doesn’t reveal anything too relevant about herself, but also manages to talk a lot. she chats and chats, babbling about the most random of things. sam, her friend who she was with before, is a bit uptight, she tells you. he doesn’t have enough fun. she like chocolate fudge ice cream and microwave ramen and irish honey whiskey, aside from french fries with too much ketchup, of course. she thinks that fruity little drinks are stupid, but will have a pornstar martini if in a rare mood. technology confuses her, and she admits that her blackberry was doing something weird and she couldn’t figure out how to respond to your texts until sam helped her. she sounds very bothered that she had to ask him for any sort of help.

and not a minute goes by where she doesn’t make some sort of snarky comment about something completely unimportant, but they keep making you laugh. she makes a few indecent jokes too. they all sound funny coming from her lips, biting in her sweet, sweet voice. honestly, her voice is practically bewitching. you think you would listen to it all day if given the opportunity. you’re already trying to learn each little nuance and inflection.

everything’s all in good fun, besides the way you have to fight to concentrate on driving rather than reaching over to touch her or at least just stare at her. until she plants her hand above your knee, not too high up your thigh, but solid and more than enough to make you realize just how badly you want her. you spare her a glance and catch that smirk of hers. you shake your head and fight a smirk of your own.

you give a soft huff of laughter. “you hungry? or would you maybe not mind a bit of a later lunch?” you ask, a hint of teasing in your voice.

“mm, i thought you’d never ask,” she complains, “took a hand on your thigh to get you there, baby.” you have to laugh at her again as you scan your surroundings for a place you could get away with fucking her in the car.

“oh, trust me, sweetheart, your staring was noticed. i just wasn’t sure if you were alright with anything coming between you and those fries you were wanting. you seem to be pretty passionate about those,” you continue to tease. she’s clearly confident and doesn’t really carry any shyness, but she’s certainly easy to tease.

“the fries can wait. i’m not all that hungry, anyway.” damn, she really wants you as much as you want her.

“i’ll take that as a high compliment,” you grin, pulling off the road into a small parking lot behind a building you know to have been abandoned for a few months now. no one comes around here. the second the car is parked and out of sight, you unclip your seatbelt and reach over the middle console to get her pretty face in your hands. her face feels small in your palms. she’s so damn adorable as she leans right into you and plants her lips on yours, the kiss nowhere near chaste or innocent. within moments, she has her tongue in your mouth, and you welcome it.

there’s a reason you couldn’t stop staring at her lips. they’re heaven against yours, her tongue even better. she’s greedy and handsy and her tongue battles yours for dominance. you don’t care much about that. you just want to have her, though it’ll be a bit funny if she tries to get you to do her perfect bidding. you’ll have your way too.

you would love to keep kissing like this, tongue to tongue, teeth knocking, saliva exchanged. but you want her laid out in the back seat of your car, so you part from her even when she chases after your lips. you pat her hip. “c’mon, ruby girl. in the back,” you urge her. she rolls her eyes, but complies, inclined to be in a bit more comfortable of a spot. and the sooner you’re both back there, the sooner you can fuck.

but she does surprise you by climbing right into the back rather than getting out first, practically shoving her cute ass in your face. her jacket and shirt ride up, and you have to resist planting your hand or even your tongue on the exposed skin of her lower back. once again, you have to laugh as you step out of the car to meet her in the back seat. she’s all over you the second you close the door, sweet fingers gripping the hem of your shirt and pulling it right over your head. she palms your chest and you groan softly before tugging her shirt off too. she already took care of the jacket as you went to meet her.

“fuck, you’re gorgeous,” you breathe out, taking her bra right off too. she sighs in pleasure when you push her against the door and climb over her before you attach your lips to one of her pretty nipples, already pebbling from the cool air of the car. your hand reaches up to pull her other nipple between your thumb and forefinger. she groans softly and you’re quite pleased by the sound.

you feel no guilt or hesitation in being lewd with her. sure, you’ve only met her twice, but the look in her eyes is one she’s showing you on purpose. she wants to be dirty with you, and despite all of her bravado, you can tell that she’ll let you take what you want.

shamelessly, you lick up her chest, tongue flattened and stuck right out of your widely opened mouth. her burning gaze when you make eye contact tells you she loves the sight. you practically lave at her neck and collarbone next, palming her pretty tits with both hands as your tongue and lips make their way back to tangle with hers.

her hands roam and dig into your skin, gripping at your shoulders. her soft fingertips are hungry and incessant as the back of her head presses into the cold car window. but she gets impatient, running out of breath as her tongue battles yours.

her hands find their way to your belt, then the button of your jeans, and you have to pull them away because you intend to feel her first. you want to see the look on her face when you pull her jeans and panties down and sink your fingers into her sweet cunt and tease at her swollen clit. you hold her wrists tight enough to keep them down when she starts to resist.

“have a little patience, baby,” you chide, your lips moving against the skin of her jaw. “you first. i know you want it.” she lets out a huff of frustration that, frankly, you find completely adorable. but her hips twitch, too, which makes the whole thing that much cuter. she’s bad at hiding how she feels, and you don’t mind it one bit.

“fine,” she grumbles, as if there’s something to complain about your intentions to work her open and please her first.

“just wanna stretch you out, honey,” you coo, “you’re so little. bet your pussy’s all tight, isn’t it, babe?” the flush of red in her cheeks mixed with her cocky smirk is a sight you could get drunk off every night. it’s so damn gorgeous, so damn perfect, a rather endearing and hot mixture of poorly masked shyness and clear disregard for propriety.

“you just wanna touch me,” she bites back, and you nip at the skin of her shoulders. she doesn’t deny anything about her pussy, which already clenches around nothing as you talk to her like that. you’ll have a pretty, glistening wet cunt to greet you when you actually make the move to fully undress her.

“‘course i wanna touch you,” you agree, slowly kissing and licking down her body. your teeth graze over one of her nipples and she can’t suppress the shiver that runs through her body, nor the moan that leaves her parted lips. “you’re so pretty.” you cup a hand over her clothed mound, her hips involuntarily bucking into your touch. “and so responsive.”

she groans all soft and pretty, as if in complaint to your teasing, but sounding more desperate than anything else. you give in, unbuttoning her jeans and helping her out of them in the tight space. she’s already pushing her underwear down too by the time you’ve pulled off her boots and pants. a shame, just because you wanted to tease a bit more, maybe rub at the darkened wet spot that you catch a glimpse of or kiss her over the fabric. but you’re greeted with the sight of her pretty pussy, and you really can’t complain about that at all. perfect pink lips, flush with want and the blood rushing under her skin, and dark, curly hair framing her cunt all prettily.

you run a finger up her slit, winning a little keen from the back of her throat. “already so wet for me. such a pretty pussy, baby,” you groan. she doesn’t seem to have any retort for that, but she’s still bossy, wrapping her hand around the back of your head and pushing it forward. you don’t resist, happily burying your nose in those scratchy little hairs to bump at her clit and inhale the scent of her musky arousal. your tongue darts out next, licking up her sweetness, teasing by barely pushing into her at all. she moans softly, her grip on you tightening.

you pull away despite her strong hand, grabbing her hips and pulling her up to sit with her back against the seat. her neck couldn’t have been in a comfortable position before. after getting a taste of her, you need more, so you’re rushed as you adjust the seat to let her lean back, then push the passenger’s seat forward as far as it can go before getting on your knees in front of her. your hands hook under her thighs and she’s tugged right back into your eager mouth.

this time, your tongue shoves right into her wet, fluttering hole and earns you a sharp gasp, then a throaty moan when she breathes out. you lap at her juices, messy and shameless as you groan into her cunt and relish at the way her thighs tense and squirm in your arms.

it’s easy to decide that this girl makes the most gorgeous sounds you’ve ever heard, and the sight of her heaving chest is addictive. it’s honestly an irresistible satisfaction to have her squirming and whining because of you, her wolfish grin replaced with eyebrows knit together by pleasure and greedy, fumbling hands.

“mm, fuck! keep going,” she urges, voice gone all desperate and high pitched. the tip of your nose to your chin is shiny with saliva and her slick when you look up at her, her eyes half closed and lashes fluttering.

“you gettin’ close, baby?” you murmur against her wetness, thumbs rubbing sweet circles into the spot where her thighs meet her hips. those hungry little hands of hers push you back down into her pussy as an answer, and you comply by nudging her clit with your nose, then attaching your lips to it to suck and lick like you’re starved.

“don’t stop,” she groans, trying to sound demanding, and you untangle an arm from her legs to shove two fingers right into her heat because you think it’s cute. she lets out a strangled cry as you curl them inside of her, finger fucking her just right as you suck on her throbbing clit. her moans rise in volume, and you soak it up, listening for the squelch of her pussy too.

if your mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, you’d tell her to cum for me, but a flick of your tongue followed by a harsh suck and skilled fingers pitch her right over the edge without need for any words at all. she gushes around your fingers with her mouth hanging open and eyes shut tight. the noise that leaves her lips has you working her through her orgasm with a fervor to make her feel better than she ever has. you want her to remember this, and from the way she shakes and moans, you think she will.

you ease off of her just a bit, stalling the movements of your fingers but keeping them knuckle deep in her warmth and giving her clit as soft, sweet kiss. “god, you are beautiful,” you murmur, looking up at her sweaty neck and lower stomach still twitching with the aftershocks. you could stare at her parted lips until the moment you die. “such a pretty girl for me, aren’t you?” you say sweetly, gently pulling your fingers from her and reaching up to put them in her mouth. she nearly rolls her eyes, but you tell her, “don’t be shy,” so she can’t back down from that challenge.

she takes your fingers in her mouth, running her tongue over them and suckling on them shamelessly, probably to turn you on even more. her half-lidded eyes make eye contact with yours, and the sight most certainly does get to you.

“fuck,” you swear under your breath. but you follow it up with a, “mmm, not just a pretty girl, but a good girl for me too.” she hastily covers up her reaction to that—fluttering eyes and a clenching pussy—by trying to pull away and remove herself from that title, but you grab her jaw with your remaining fingers before she can get far at all. with that movement, your fingers hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t gag, only takes them like she’s meant to. “there you are,” you coo, pleased with her giving up on rebelling so fast. she glares at you and it’s rather adorable considering that she has her mouth stuffed with your fingers. you can tell by the way that she starts to drool a bit that she loves them there.

your free hand moves down to your pants, beginning to undo them, and her hands join you there, finally getting them unbuttoned to start pulling them down. you release your hold on her jaw and slip your fingers from her eager mouth, watching a little string of saliva follow until it breaks, then wipe at the wet corner of her mouth with your dry thumb. you smile at her sweetly as she tugs at your pants and narrows your eyes at you. you have to laugh a bit at that.

“sorry, honey. you’re just too cute,” you tell her, grinning.

she glowers at you. once she has your pants strewn elsewhere in the car, you let her push you back against the seat and crawl on top of you. half threat and half promise, she smiles back at you, grinding teasingly against your clothed crotch, “yeah, well, you’re about to get real cute too.”

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thevoidstaredback · 2 days ago

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Danny was not having a Good Time™ but he also wasn’t having a Bad Time™. He was stuck in an idle limbo between the two where he was both numb and not. It didn’t really make sense to him, either.

Somewhere between stumbling upon the Justice League Dark and coming to live in the House of Mysteries full time, Danny found himself seeing the group as something akin to family. He was starting to see them as part of his Fraid and it scared him because good things don’t happen to his Fraid. Sure, nothing inherently dangerous happens, but nothing really good happens, either.

He didn’t like that the House had picked up on his feelings because that meant that it was now making sure he was encountering the rest of the JLD whenever any of them were visiting. Constantine and Deadman were the two he saw the most, but that’s only because they, like him, are almost permanent residents.

Constantine ripping into the Justice League did not help his feelings on the matter of his Fraid. The same man now knowing what happened to his family as well as what he looks like in both forms isn’t helping, either. He doesn’t regret letting John see him as Danny, though.

“Have you seen the security footage from the last League Meeting?” Billy asked around his sandwich.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Danny sipped his coffee. It still needs vodka. “And, no, I haven’t. Anything I should worry about?”

Billy swallowed his food, grabbed his League communicator from his jacket’s inner pocket, and pulled up the footage. “It’s actually really funny,” He handed the device over so Danny could watch. “Much funnier on a halo screen, but it’s funny like this, too.”

He had to admit that watching Constantine rip the heroes a new one was really funny. “I have never seen any of them look so cowed before.”

“Right?” He stashed the communicator away again, drinking his lemonade at the same time. “I think Batsy-boy actually took home the powerpoint to study. Do you think he took notes?”

Danny hummed, “I don’t know Batsy-babe all that well, but I wouldn’t doubt that he’s taking notes. From what I do know about him, he’s probably gonna make everyone that operates in Gotham memorize the thing.”

“And how do you feel about that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, they’re looking at information sensitive to you and your home and people. They could find something to use against you. We all know what Bat-dad is like.”

He shrugged. “There isn’t any way into the Realms that I’m not monitoring. And any information that Batman thinks he can use against me can’t be used against me.”

“How do ya mean?”

“I’ve seen what I can become and I know what happens if I ever become him. I already have so many plans in place to prevent the worst- Bat-mad will be Bat-sad to figure out that nothing he could try and use against me would work, no matter what he tries.”

“Do I, um, even want to know?”

“No, probably not.”

“Okay.” A beat. “Hey, you can’t just tack on a word after ‘bat’ to describe him! That’s not how this game works!”

Danny smirked. “Aw, are you bat-mad? Are you gonna throw a bat-fit?”

Bill glared, getting ready to lunge. “I’ll show you a bat-fit! Get over here, asshole!”

Bill launched himself across the picnic table they were sitting at. Danny caught him, letting the both of them fall backwards, though he used a bit of flight to catch them before hitting the ground. In the same move, the two rolled over each other for a few feet.

After a few minutes, Danny had Billy pinned to the grass, his knee on his chest. “You gonna raise the white bat-flag?”

“As if B-man would surrender with a bat-flag.” Bill scoffed.

“Oh? What’re you gonna do about it, adoption bait?”

“This, old hag!”

Billy drew his knee back, hitting Danny’s back and sending him off balance. Once free, Billy pushed himself from the ground, spun to face his faux opponent, then relaunched himself at him.

Once again, Danny caught Billy, but he didn’t let them fall. Instead, with the young boy’s hands on his shoulders, he lifted him by his waist effortlessly and carried him back to where they had been eating.

Billy huffed when he was set back down, crossing his arms and looking away. “Coward.”

Danny raised an eyebrow as he retook his own seat. “You wouldn’t’ve beaten me anyway.”

“I totally would’ve won!”

“Big words coming from a toddler.”

“Yeah, maybe from you, old man. You’re older than time itself!”

“Hey! I’ve met Time, and I’ll have you know that he is not old.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes.”

“You must be ancient if even a concept is younger than you!”

“Oh, you little brat! You’re gonna eat your words, ya hear me?”

“Threatening a child?” Billy put his hand on his chest, his expression offended. “I could have you arrested for that!”

Danny scoffed. “How’re you gonna call? The Ghostbusters?”

Billy shrugged. “I was thinking more along the lines of Young Justice.”

Danny closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. “They’re coming up behind me, aren’t they?” It was less of a question and more of a resigned statement.

“Yep!”

“At least they don’t know who we are?”

“I speak only for myself, man.”

Danny groaned and bit into what was left of his sandwich. He’d much rather delay the inevitable if ignoring the teen hero team didn’t make them go away. Unfortunately, luck was not on his side.

“Daniel Fenton?” Red Robin, dressed in civilian clothing, asked.

Danny didn’t react. Instead, he washed down his food with some more spiked coffee. It needed more vodka.

Superboy - Danny would know a Kryptonian’s strength anywhere - put his hand on his shoulder. “Hey, you Daniel Fenton?”

He turned with the hand, swinging his legs over the bench and leaning against the table to face the group. “Depends on who’s asking.”

Red Robin stuck his hand out for a handshake as Superboy stepped back to join Impulse and Wonder Girl. “Tim Drake, it’s nice to meet you.”

“No it’s not.” Danny didn’t even try to hide his appraising expression as he looked the four up and down, his gaze jumping between them all for a few seconds before he flipped back around, ignoring Tim’s handshake. “Be careful how you share your name with,” he patted the seat next to him, “Red Robin.” He sensed the four behind him stiffen as he shared a look with Billy who nodded slightly at him.

The four heroes sat on benches, Red Robin and Superboy beside Danny while Wonder Girl and Impulse sat beside Billy. “How did you..?”

“I’m not an idiot. Your disguises may work on everyone else, but I - as I’m sure you know - can see your souls. And, as much as I’m sure it pains Bat-lad, your soul is the one thing that can never be changed.”

“Really?” Impulse asked.

“No, that’s all bullshit,” he admitted with a shrug, “Thanks for confirming it, though!” He only knew because Billy knows them all because of a string of unfortunate identity reveals. They don’t know who he is, though.

Tim shared a look with his teammates. “So we were right, then. You’re Phantom.”

Billy, ever the drama queen, gasped with his entire body, his right hand slapping against his chest. “You lied to me? A child? You said you weren’t a superhero!”

Danny snorted at the shocked looks from the four teenagers. He kicked Billy. “Come off it, kid, you knew already. Don’t give them another reason to keel over.”

“You told him who we are!” Wonder Girl accused.

“No, he told me who you are,” Danny corrected, “I just rolled with the punches.” He finished off his coffee. “Honestly, you guys make it too easy.”

The group spluttered. Finally, Tim cleared his throat. “I, um, just wanted to apologize-”

“Okay.”

“I- ‘okay’?”

“Yep. ‘Okay’.”

Tim blinked. “Cool, um…Sorry for being insensitive-”

“And that’s where I’m taking my cue to leave.” Danny said, standing up.

“What?” Superboy asked, “Why? He hasn’t even said anything yet.”

“Because I know how the rest of this is gonna play out, and frankly, I want no part of it.” He picked up his trash, Billy doing the same. “You’re gonna apologize and think everythings perfectly fine and you’re going to ask even more invasive questions under the assumption that forgiveness means you can do it all over again. I hate to break it to you, but that’s not how this works.”

“I wasn’t-”

“If you were really honest in your apology,” He took a piece of chalk from his pocket. “-then you wouldn’t’ve sought me out as a civilian.” He was quick to draw a door on the grass, the chalk somehow sticking. “Thank you, Tim, for blowing my cover. If I find out that any of you four have told anyone, I will reign hell upon you all. Now, if you’ll excuse us.” He reached down and grasped the now 3D door handle, twisting it and pulling the door open. Before he and Billy jumped through it, he looked over his shoulder at the four. “You’re not forgiven, if that wasn’t obvious. Try again after you’ve looked through Constantine’s powerpoint; he’s much more knowledgeable than you.” The door closed with a click behind him, the chalk dust absorbing into the dirt.

Part 10 Part 12

#Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant #part 11 #dc x dp

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frozenjokes · 19 hours ago

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it’s so over

convex week day 3 - embers/frost - prev/next

this one follows the prompt because he’s fire boy and he’s water girl trust @convexweek

Cub wasn’t used to being around this many people, much less talking to them, and so far from his sun he was cold, it was loud, and all of these things were making him quite irritable.

Apparently being on fire at all times was a ‘bad look’ and Cub should really try to ‘cool off’ lest people get the ‘wrong impression,’ but maybe Cub wanted to be on fire, maybe he was cold and angry and didn’t want to be touched not even on the shoulder, seriously would people mind their own fucking space, Cub didn’t care about the court of public opinion, he just wanted to be left alone.

His lawyer was alright at least, a star called Mumbo who took a similar form to Cub, which Cub assumed was common practice; it’s not like he attended many court hearings in his lifetime, being the sun was a full time job. Mumbo looked a lot like a human through the lens of someone who had never actually seen one, and only had it described to him from a friend whose cousin’s wife’s ex husband’s sister in law’s dog saw a human once, so, fairly accurate and appropriately unnevering. Long, lanky body, arms, legs, fingers, tiny eyes, squareish head. Despite looking like he might unhinge his jaw and swallow Cub whole at any given moment, Mumbo was well mannered and just a touch anxious, but he seemed to know what he was talking about at least, which would have been nice if some of the things Mumbo said didn’t make Cub want to leap over his desk, rip out his tongue and then gouge his own eyes out.

“Listen Cub, I think you have a pretty strong defense here. Besides being generally unpleasant, based on the more major accounts against you, I don’t really think you’ve done anything illegal per se, but the bigger problem here is that no one can stand you.”

“I don’t care.”

Mumbo knit his fingers, expression strained, “Well you should care, because Scar is going to build his case around well disguised personal attacks, and where he’s very charming, you are not. Scar is looking to win the public opinion and sway the judge and jury that way, which, given his long history of successful cases, you should be concerned. Scar is going to try to strip you of your position and possibly all future positions in desired systems, so if you don’t want your current fill-in to be the new Earth sun, you’d better pull it together.”

Cub frowned, deep. He really didn’t want that. She was so annoying, and so smug too, like come on, Cub wasn’t going to be gone for very long.

“I just don’t understand how Scar even has the grounds to sue me. My moons aren’t even moonionized, complaints ledged against me are few and far between, and I don’t go out of my way to be a dirtbag unless moons go out of their way to make themselves a problem to me.”

“These are all good points, but with moonion popularity on the rise and Scar being the moon that spearheaded that movement in the first place, I really wouldn’t come out and start talking about how anti-moonion you are.”

“I’m not anti-moonion, I don’t think suns should get to blow up their moons, that’s not cool, but I don’t think I should have to go out of my way to be nice either when I think I’ve made it extremely clear to the entire galaxy I don’t want anything to do with anybody because everyone sucks.”

“That’s certainly a stance.”

“It’s how I feel.”

“I wouldn’t bring that up in court either. Insulting the jury is a bad idea.”

“How do I get them to not dislike me then. I’m going to say right now that I will not put out any fires and I will not smile.”

Mumbo pursed his lips, fingers knitting tighter, “Well, I definitely don’t think you should smile in court, no, but it might help you not to look like you intend to kill everyone in the room and then yourself.”

“This is my resting face.”

“Your resting face sucks.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I would advise against telling the jury to go fuck themselves.”

Cub leaned back in his chair, exhaling a vent of hot air through his nose. He would try very hard not to tell the jury to go fuck themselves, but he could not express this thought out loud, so he chose silence.

“Right then,” Mumbo, apparently, was not one to let the silence lie, “Well I want to discuss a few other points with you, things I’m positive are going to be brought up in court, so please try to be receptive and honest with me, and remember that my job is to help you. First, for the more ambitious stars, Scar is going try appealing to them by making the argument that you hate your position in that extremely desirable system of yours, and the only reason you’ve commandeered it for so long is out of spite; you don’t want it, but you don’t want anyone else to have it either. I know it’s rumor, and I will make this argument in court, but that doesn’t necessarily-“

“No, that’s true.”

Mumbo gawked, at a momentary loss for words. “Seriously.”

“Well, mostly. I do like that system, I want to keep it. I like the Earth. But I will never give it up, never, because all those stars with their grubby little hands want it so bad, and they can’t have it because it’s mine. ‘You’re so sad looking for a sun, you should try smiling, you don’t act very much like a sun, you should really smile more, why don’t you blink, Cub?’ They will never see the Earth like I do. A moon would have an easier time witnessing my system’s life, and that’s perfectly fine, I like moons, it’s the stars that are having their penance paid. If you had a star on your back every day of your formative years telling you you’d look more sUnNy wiTh a sMiLe you’d be a soulless hermit too.”

When Cub looked up, Mumbo’s head was in his hands. “Don’t say any of this in court. Actually, do not speak at all in court, just let me handle it. If you must speak, deny deny deny. Lie. Anything but your true feelings please.”

“Are we done then?”

“Yes, we’re done.”

Cub got up from his chair, stretching. He felt a little calmer now; who knew it could be nice to talk about your feelings? Maybe it helped that Mumbo’s office had a similar fire to Cub’s sun back home, not nearly as hot as Cub preferred, but almost pleasant when compared to most other shared moon/sun/planetary environments. The familiar yellow orange of the walls and furniture made Cub feel at home, safe and relatively blended in, though that was only coincidence. Mumbo had a whiter fire to him, and stood out quite a bit against the backdrop. Cub couldn’t imagine wanting to be seen.

Just as Cub was about to leave though, the door to Mumbo’s office burst open and in walked a very jolly looking moon with half a face, his silver cold brilliant against the bright fire, but in a world of constant light, Cub couldn’t stop gaping at the inky dark that soothed his strained eyes.

“Mumbo Jumbo! Wow, you look terrible today! Tough case?” Scar grinned, leaning nearly all of himself over Mumbo’s desk, dark eyes utterly jubilant. Cub was so starstruck, he hardly grasped the implications before Mumbo spoke.

“Scar, I’m seeing a client right now, I told you to knock before you-“

“What client? I heard no talking, no one’s in the waiting room, and no one’s here. Y’know, Mumbo, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you just didn’t want to see me.” With a frown to match Cub’s own, Mumbo moved his files out of the way before Scar swooned directly on top of his desk, turning over with unnatural grace to lay on his stomach and kick his legs. “So.” Scar said, all movement stopping to accentuate the word before he started back up again with his legs, “How’s it going.”

“Bad. You literally have no case and it’s going bad. But Cub’s right there, he can tell you himself.”

Scar turned around and screamed, exactly the way he had when they’d first met, rolling off the back of the desk and directly into Mumbo’s lap. Emotionlessly, Mumbo scooped Scar up and set him on his feet. Cub still couldn’t stop staring.

“I think it’s against my best interest to speak to you,” he mumbled, silently pleased when Mumbo gave him a thumbs up. “Not unhappy to see you though.” Cub didn’t know where that last bit came from, but he wasn’t embarrassed either. He was speaking his truth, as he’d always done.

“That.. so..” Scar eyed Cub suspiciously, stalking around the corner of the room like a bobcat across from a cobra. “I hope you’d forgive me if I said I didn’t believe you.”

“That’s fine. We were done anyway, I just like a place that feels like home. Do.. whatever it is you were doing.. intimidation tactics or..”

“No, no, I really didn’t mean to intrude. I will knock next time, Mumbo, especially when your clients are.. so difficult to see.”

“You still won’t,” Mumbo sighed, as if resigned to the fate. “Cub, when Scar follows you out, keep your mouth shut. Not a word.”

Scar scoffed, mock offense, “I’m not going to follow him out, Mumbo, geez!”

“Well, the last reason I had to stay was the temperature, but you’ve gone and taken it down, so I’ll be going now,” Cub shrugged, giving Mumbo a small nod, “Bye.”

“Goodbye, Cub,” Mumbo sighed, and Cub was not at all bothered by the strain in his voice. Very good, very good, he was not here to make friends.

But just as Cub was leaving this star to travel to the one he was staying at nearby, Scar cut past, stopping him over the vast expanse of nothingness all around them. Scar looked brilliant on this backdrop, the light reflecting off him less intense, and the dark holes in his form as beautiful as they were unnerving. Cub very rarely looked at people’s faces when he spoke, but with Scar, he couldn’t stop staring. Maybe that’s why he missed the first thing Scar said.

“Hello? Hello hello? Earth to Cub, anyone home?”

“I’m here. Was leaving, though.”

“Humor me for a moment before you go then, will you?”

“I don’t think I mind, but my lawyer might.” Scar must have found this funny, but to Cub his laugh sounded fake. Though, so did his scream, and regardless of how exaggerated it sounded in Mumbo’s office, Scar had absolutely been frightened.

“Well then, Cub, I just came down to tell you that you do something many suns do that I fucking despise,” Scar continued on sweetly, never wavering, “Would you like to know what that is?”

“I don’t really care, honestly.”

“Well I’m going to tell you.” Scar clapped his hands together and Cub flinched at the noise, which seemed to please him. Bits of frost floated like dust off Scar’s fingers, and Cub got the sense that Scar’s anger was real. “I can not stand it when I meet a sun in their domain and I’m treated like the scum of the galaxy; useless, unimportant, insignificant, but after I reveal myself, after I drag them to court, suddenly everything’s so civil, almost nice, like I’ve earned your faux respect by evening the playing field, by meeting you face to face as a fellow, and not someone to stomp beneath your heel. I’ve forced you to care by bringing you here, yes, but when you’re bordering on friendly after showing me how you really feel, that makes my blood boil. So let’s cut the shit, alright?”

Cub stared, not that he wasn’t staring before, but this time it was a more confused kind of stare, one he made when someone had said something that didn’t make any sense. “Do you think I’m treating you differently?”

Cub squinted against the wave of icy fury that surged off Scar, his crooked smile forced and eye twitching. “Do you take me for a fool?”

“A little bit. I think this whole endeavor is a pointless waste of my time, but the only difference between then and now is that then you were an obnoxious pest looking for a fight, and now you’re still a pest, but there’s nowhere I can avoid the company of others, so I’m not too fussed. Comparatively, on the scale of bullshit I’ve come across after being forced to leave my sun, my encounters with you rank relatively low. You are cold, which I hate, but you’re also easy on the eyes, which is a huge relief everywhere.”

“I- I’m what?” The fierce chill that radiated from Scar’s form faltered, and Cub didn’t know what was wrong with him, but this was much better.

“Cold. Not as bad now, but it’s honestly cold everywhere here, so I’m eager to get going. Only thing keeping me speaking to you right now is that the star’s going to be so damn bright everywhere, and it’s rare to get reprieve like this. You forget what it’s like to rest your eyes, and then you remember, and you never want to leave.”

“I- Oh! Oh, right, I..” Scar bit his lip, glancing back and forth as if looking for an escape, “That.. That makes more sense. That makes a lot of sense actually, I did think you were looking at me weird, but not because- you know, it’s not very nice to stare.”

“I don’t particularly care, if I’m being honest.”

“You might give someone the wrong impression with a look like that.”

“Let them think what they think.”

Scar stopped for a moment, looking at the ground. He seemed to feel a little more awkward looking at Cub now, but that didn’t stop Cub from staring at him, gosh, his own eyes had never felt so free of strain.

“You know, Cub, I take back what I said here. I think you’re callous, but I don’t think you’re pretending. The circumstances then and now are different enough that if I really try to worm my way into this horrible little brain of yours, I almost see where you’re coming from.”

“Please get out of my brain.”

Scar laughed that fake laugh of his, but for some reason this one rang true, and Cub might have smiled, maybe, something unnatural definitely happened on his face, but he was too caught up in Scar’s infinite dark to be disturbed by it.

#hermitcraft #gtws #cubfan135 #hermitshipping #kinda??? it’s implied but cub is stupid #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #convex #convexweek #hermitfic #hermitcraft fic

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melonpaya · 2 years ago

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I kept seeing posts that Hunter would be bad at cooking but I like to think he makes cute little lunches

#huntlow #the owl house #toh #hunter toh #willow park #my art #Also cause since like he carves palismen now #i think he’d have fun carving little flowers and other designs on food #I feel like he wouldn’t be bad be he wouldn’t be good at it either #hed just like the decorating part

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songtwo · 10 months ago

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idk i think my bf might be developing a drinking problem and i just don’t know what to do…..

#it’s been going on for a couple of months now but he promised he would stop and he had been doing well until today….#and it’s like. on one hand i never wanted to be w an alcoholic and i told him straight so he promised it would stop #but on the other hand i can’t just abandon him #and it’s like we used to go out a lot and party but like. that was it but ever since he met this guy he just gets lost when he drinks w him #and the thing was he got like aggressive like he didn’t do anything to me and i can’t really explain it but he just wasn’t himself #and like. we talked about it a million times and it’s not like it happens every week #it’s been like 5 times since december #but 3 have been on the past month alone #and two weeks ago it got bad like he almost got into an accident #and like i’m not even physically w him anymore like we really only see each other once a week since i moved #and from the very first time it happened i told him i couldn’t be w him if it kept happening #and after that incident two weeks ago he swore it was the last time but it just happened again #by the way he and that guy get wasted it really is a miracle they get home alive #and like. idk what to do #i really don’t want to be w someone like this #and i hate feeling like this like if i were to think only about myself i don’t want this i hate feeling like this #but i also can’t abandon him #like not even bc i would miss him or whatever i just wouldn’t feel good leaving him alone #but like i don’t want to live like this #maybe i’ll ask for some time to just figure things out #but it’s gonna suck so bad bc we were supposed to see kendrick lamar next week and then we already had plans for his bday and omfg #i don’t wanna leave but i don’t want things to be like this either #and i asked him to stop and gave him multiple chances but idk #i just don’t know what to do #i love him endlessly but i need to put myself first but i can’t abandon him:(#and our 1.5 anniversary was also next week…..#but i think time is the sanest and safest thing right now

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bbibbirose · 1 year ago

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ok what

#maybe it’s j the fact that my uni is full of ppl smarter than me #but I come back home then I remember that a good amt of ppl are genuinely not intelligent #or respectful #I told the chat my dad isn’t free till 4 bc that’s when the stock market closes and my car is getting repaired so he’s my only ride #and I get a complaint of *but it gets dark after that let’s meet at 1* like I’m sorry did YOU THINK ID PICK 4:30 IF I WANTED TO ?#she blatantly disregards other ppl as well every time we go out to eat I already feel bad enough for being the only vegetarian in that grou #and she goes *nooo there’s sm veg stuff and it’s cheap !!* it’s avocado rice and carrots in a California roll plus spring rolls for 15.99 #pls do your research #she always picks restaurants closest to her house too even tho most of the group lives in a clustered area further away from her #and everyone in this group is spineless asf other than me and one other girl who’s the only person I respect #if I haven’t known these ppl since I was basically 10 I wouldn’t keep them around I’m sick of ppl either being passive or j plain rude #.text

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yoohyeon · 1 year ago

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My mom used the complain I told her in secret to win her argument so now my dad is mad at me for complaining to my mom… my mom was at mad at my dad for making me do something, that actually didn’t even bother me, while I’m unwell just to make my situation worst by making me panic 😐

#Idk if I make sense i don’t care #like I was finally feeling pretty good my body wasn’t feeling that much numb but now it’s numb again cause I panic I got mad at my #mom*#she just wanted an excuse to get mad at him for no reason #if I didn’t wanna do what my dad ask me to I wouldn’t have done it #and yes I told my dad that what he told me made me mad but he got annoyed #i just wanted to complain to my mom like I usally do when one or the other day something bad and won’t understand #she never use what I say in secret against him I don’t understand what went to her head this time #now she’s the one making me physically feel worst not him #but she said I make her feel like the villain and oh no everything is her fault IT FUCKING IS #it would have been fine if she said nothing #Idk if my problem really is anxiety cause even not stress I kinda feel numb but it sure make it worse #i get she’s mad that my dad said that but it was no reason to to #tell* him something I trust her with #anyway my dad got back inside she ask him something and he answered normally to her #so either he calmed down or he’s just mad at me I’m scared to find out 😭#anyway I have enough of my body can I feel normal again please 😭#alex.txt

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insanechayne · 6 months ago

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#every time I call someone my best friend they turn into a fucking problem that just hurts me and makes me sick #is it me? am I doing something wrong? am I not supposed to have close friends?#or am I just such a fuckup that by being myself it’s inevitable that I’ll ruin my friendships?#kissed my bro on the cheek last week when he wasn’t doing too great and in my mind I was doing it just as an extra way to be encouraging #and show my support and that I’m here for him cause tbh I’ve done that with plenty of other friends and it ain’t no thing #but after a week of wondering why he’s been distant and not wanting to be around me when I’m saying I just need some time with a friend he #finally admits that he thought that was weird and out of line. so I gotta backtrack and try to explain myself but now all the stupid little #pieces be fitting and I realize that he’s probably been misconstruing me wanting time with him as thinking I’m gonna try to flirt with him #or something else fucking dumb like that. despite the fact that that has never been the case and he knows me fundamentally as a person and #should know I wouldn’t ever do anything that could make either of us cheaters even incidentally. plus he’s basically like a brother to me #and I have an AFAB partner so it’s not like I’m trolling for cock anyway and he knows that too. but now I gotta go back through every #interaction we’ve had since that happened and analyze whether or not I was weird or awkward or inappropriate in some way that he could be #upset about at all. and also act like everything is fine and keep it pushing like normal and police every future action to be safe too #because of course he can’t just be straight up about anything or tell me if something bothered him no I gotta play a whole ass fucking #guessing game. and now I also can’t trust that my best friend who is supposed to know me so well won’t take things I say/do the wrong way.#can’t trust that my best friend won’t see me in a poor light now because it’s clearly been affecting the friendship #and like totally that’s my bad I overstepped a boundary I didn’t realize was there but you should have just fucking told me at the time #instead of pulling this shit and giving me anxiety and blowing me off and making me feel like shit #can’t rely on him or trust him or anything and what’s the fucking point of even having a best friend if this is what happens? I’m at the end #of my fucking rope right now so stressed and anxious and no matter how much I try to talk to him or anything he just brushes me off and #won’t let me explain or get my feelings out or anything else. but hey at least I was around for him the other day when he needed somebody #good thing I was there to keep him from going back to drinking or something else stupid and could help him out. cause that’s what really #matters right just being able to help somebody else when they need it even if they don’t reciprocate and are actively hurting me instead of #just being there for me as a friend. guess we try again tomorrow huh? what else can be done I suppose. just get to suffer and be riddled #with anxiety and stress and depression eating away at me and ruining my fucking life. can’t even enjoy the Olympics or anything else because #I’m stuck overthinking this dumb shit. just want this to be over and things to be back to normal. wanna stop being upset about this shit and #be able to let it go but I don’t fucking know how and I can’t keep losing friends because it’s killing me #personal

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selfcarecap · 4 months ago

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Practice [L.H]

pairing: Logan Howlett x reader

summary: Your roommate Logan lets you practise giving a blowjob on him for your date with another guy.

warnings: smut, 18+, oral sex (f&m receiving, reader’s first time), Logan is a liittle mean but just a little and he gets softer towards the end, spitting, jerking off, Logan keeps his socks on I think it’s hot okay 😭😭, Logan calls reader bub, baby, good girl, pretty girl; Wade is mentioned but I’m imagining a younger Logan than in DP&W

word count: 3.2k (this was supposed to be a drabble lol idk what happened)

“Who’s the lucky guy?” Logan asks from the sofa as you walk past him in your pretty date outfit. You’ve got some time left before your date but you decided to get ready early in a bout of nervousness.

“This guy I’ve been seeing,” you tell him, trying to seem nonchalant. You haven’t yet mentioned to Logan that you’ve been on a few dates. He spends a lot of time in his room, away from you and Wade, and he just never happened to be there to hear about your dates.

Logan mutes the tv. “What guy?”

“Met him online.”

“And he’s so good to you that you get this pretty for him?”

You smile at his indirect compliment and sit down next to him.

“Yeah, he’s nice. I… I think we might go a step further today,” you feel your cheeks heating up, “I’m kind of nervous.”

You see his jaw clench slightly, “If he’s a good guy he shouldn’t make you nervous.”

“I’m not nervous because of him, it’s just that it would be my first time. And I don’t want to be bad.”

He chuckles and leans back, “You won’t be bad. Just make him go on top.”

Logan isn’t taking your hint, so you take a deep breath to gather your courage. “What if he wants me to go down on him and I don’t know how to do it? Will you…” your voice falters as his eyes meet yours.

“Will you help me?” you stutter and Logan immediately begins to smirk. Embarrassment spreads through your body.

“Help you how?” He asks, smug.

It’s too late to go back now. “Well, I don’t know. Like, explain how it works or.. you could show me?” you shrug.

“You probably know better than me how to find porn online.”

“No, I mean show me on you.” That’s all the courage you can muster for the day and you wonder if you will even have the strength to look back into Logan’s eyes. He solves that problem for you, putting a finger under your chin and pushing it up so you’re looking at him.

“You wanna suck my cock?” He sounds annoyed and you immediately want to die.

“It wouldn’t have to mean anything,” you look at his cheeks, his nose, anywhere but his eyes, “I just wanna know if I’m doing it right. It’s okay if you can’t cum, I just want to practise.”

Logan scans your face for a sign of discomfort – other than your embarrassment – but he doesn’t find any. His features soften, “You really wanna go down on me, bub?”

You nod quickly, “For practice.”

“Mhm, for practice.” He’s mocking you, but all you can do is ignore it.

A thrill shoots through your body at his next words: “C’mere then.” He spreads his legs, clothed in jeans that strain around the thickness of his delicious thighs. You can see the outline of his abs through his tank top. You can’t believe this is happening – you’ve had a crush on him since you saw him for the first time.

Logan beckons you between his legs and you move to sit on the carpet, its fluffiness stopping your bare knees from hurting. Your short skirt rides up your ass and you pull it down self-consciously despite what you’re about to do.

“You sure about this, bub?” Logan asks again from above you. You gulp when you look up at him. How does he look even better from below?

“Yeah,” you assure him, your panties already growing wet. You sit down and try to patiently wait for instruction but you end up squirming. When you look back up at Logan he’s got one of his eyebrows raised.

“You don’t know how to open a belt either?”

“Well, yeah but don’t we have to–” your mouth starts to water when the rough clink of his belt interrupts you. He’s all but ripping open his belt; he unbuttons his jeans and takes out his hard cock. You almost get goosebumps.

“Oh,” you say.

“If a guy likes you, he doesn’t need any time to get ready. Foreplay is just to get the woman nice and wet,” Logan tells you, although you’re barely listening. All you know is that you wouldn’t need the foreplay either, you’re uncomfortably wet, trying to get friction against your legs that are folded underneath you.

Logan watches you stare at his erection, “Take your top off. I like seeing your pretty face but that’ll make it an even nicer view.”

“But I’m not wearing anything underneath,” you thumb at the thin straps of your top.

He smirks, “even better.” He reaches down to pull the top up by your waist but then hesitates.

You nod but Logan rolls his eyes. “Use your words.”

“You can take it off,” you say but you nevertheless put your arms in front of your tits when he pulls your top over your head.

Logan chuckles, “Baby, I’ve been dying to see your tits since I first met you. You really think you gotta hide?” The nickname makes you melt and your arms immediately drop to your sides.

You sit up straighter as Logan lets out a low moan, “God, look at you. So fucking perfect.” He reaches out to grope your tits almost clumsily. His cock bobs in front of you as he leans down to touch you and you feel yourself getting addicted to him already. You just want to start.

With a last rough squeeze of your tit, Logan leans back. “Wet your lips,” he instructs. You lick your lips.

“Wetter,” he says, and your eyebrows crease in confusion as you lick your lips again.

Logan huffs, spits into his hand, and smears his spit over your mouth, “There. Don’t you look fucking pretty like this.” You just about purr against his hand and then push against it with your cheek.

You place your hands on either of his knees and lean in to kiss the tip of his cock, all swollen and ready. You immediately feel the urge to go further but your shyness takes over, so you keep pressing wet kisses to his length.

“God,” Logan groans, leaning his head back in pleasure as you keep kissing, and you start to use some more spit.

“Look at you, don’t even need me to tell you what to do,” he pulls his arms behind his head smugly, like an asshole, and you smile, getting shy again. You kiss along the underside of his cock some more, getting more desperate with every second.

“What now?” You ask.

Logan softly smiles at you for a second, pulling his jeans and boxers further down his thighs. You pull them off completely as he pulls off his top. He’s naked in front of you now, except for his socks, and you take a second to appreciate all the broadness and his muscles. The hair from his chest all the way over his abs and down to his cock is begging for you to kiss every inch of it but you force yourself to focus.

Logan takes his cock in his hand to lift it out of the way, and slowly starts to jerk off. His eyes go to you and then to his balls, and you get what he wants you to do. Still, he gives you one word: “Lick.”

You move forward, inhaling all his manly smell, instinctively going to press another wet kiss to his cock. You let spit pool in your mouth and begin to lick all over his balls, feeling the heaviness of them on your tongue.

“Take as much as you can, baby,” he rasps, continuing to jerk off. You almost slap his hand away – you want to be the one making him feel good – but you stop yourself.

You do as he tells you, opening your mouth to cover as much of him as you can, the warmth of his balls against your tongue making you drool.

“Yeah, baby, juuust like that. That’s a good girl,” he breathes heavily.

Your pussy clenches around nothing at his words, and you have to take a deep breath to focus on anything but the wet ache between your thighs.

His balls move against your tongue from his jerking off, and you gently suck on the skin, moving around a few inches every few seconds. But the movement from his hand on his cock is becoming distracting and, without thinking, you instinctively push his hand away.

He stills and then smiles, lifting his hand away. He lightly leans his elbows on the back of the sofa to the sides of him.

“You can start sucking my cock now if you’re ready, baby. Been doing such a good job.”

“I don’t know if I can take all of it,” you pout. Even just imagining his dick down your throat feels too much, though not in a bad way. He’s just so fucking big.

“Just take as much as you can. I bet you can take more of me than you think.”

His words motivate you. You go up slightly on your knees, carefully wrapping your hand around his cock. You spit on it, letting it slowly slide down the sides as you begin to spread it with your hand.

Logan huffs out a laugh from above you, “So adorable. You don’t need to be so careful. Here, do it like this.” He wraps his much bigger hand around yours and he starts to jerk off with your hand, showing you how rough you can be as he starts to fuck your fist.

You clear your throat, “Can I use my mouth now?”

He bites his lip, “Ready when you are, baby. Just breathe through your nose and relax.” Oh, you’re relaxed. Being between Logan’s meaty thighs is the best you’ve felt in your life.

You press another kiss to the tip of his cock and part your lips to take him in your mouth. The first second you feel the heaviness of his cock on your tongue is like heaven. Logan lets out a low moan and you look up to find his eyes already on your face. He looks like a god from below, his muscles starting to glisten with a thin layer of sweat.

Opening your mouth wider, you take more of him. You start to jerk him off where your mouth can’t reach but you do your best to go as deep as you can, moving up and down with your wet mouth.

The feeling of Logan’s cock in your mouth is addicting, and the quiet sounds he is making even more so.

“Doin’ so good for me, baby,” he whispers, voice weak. You look up into his eyes as you suck his dick, spit starting to run down your hand, and a smirk spreads on Logan’s face.

“Such a pretty girl,” he leans his head back.

Your jaw is starting to strain because he’s so big but you never want to stop doing this. You swallow down the taste of his precum and can’t wait to actually make him come. He’s starting to pulse in your mouth, abs contracting with every time your tongue moves.

You’re wondering how much long–

“Y’gonna make me come, baby. Gonna come so hard,” Logan moans, and you figure he’s warning you but you want nothing more than his cum in your mouth.

You put in all the effort you can, sucking Logan’s cock further down your throat, cheeks hollowing. You start to feel him at the back of your throat, spit spilling from your lips.

Logan groans, and then he’s filling up your mouth, pumping his cum down your throat as you eagerly swallow. You look up at him through your lashes, taking in his face, his eyes shut and mouth hanging open in pleasure as a long, almost pathetic, groan comes out.

He’s coming longer than you’d expect, coming in your mouth in sticky ropes, a hand guiding the back of your head. You still pout when he’s finally drained and he slowly pulls his hips back.

Logan sighs a last breath of pleasure and holds his hand in front of your mouth. “What?” you ask.

“Spit.”

“Uh, I swallowed,” you say.

“Really?”

You stick out your tongue for Logan to see your empty mouth.

He smirks. “God,” he huffs, “so fucking perfect. C’mere.” He pulls you up to the sofa and sits you on his lap, your bare chest against his. Logan pushes his mouth against yours, kissing you like he’s filled with a new desire, as if you didn’t just make him come.

You don’t get to kiss him for very long though, because he pulls you to lie down on the sofa, turning so your legs are spread around him.

“‘m gonna show you what it’s supposed to feel like for someone to eat your pussy. Just so you know your date is doin’ it right, ‘kay?”

What date? You almost ask. You remember for a second but then, looking at him, all of your thoughts are replaced with Logan again. “Yes,” you nod hornily, “Please.”

“There you go, got you even saying please now. You want it that bad, huh?”

All you can do is nod as he pulls down your skirt and panties. He almost goes cross-eyed when he sees your pussy for the first time.

“God, baby, you coulda said something. Such an eager little thing. You got that wet from having my cock in your mouth, hm? Gonna make you come so good, yeah?”

You nod again and he bends down to press another sloppy kiss to your lips, kissing down your neck and stopping at your chest, “Can’t get enough of these,” he plays with your tits, desperately grabbing at them like a man seeing a woman naked for the first time.

He smiles up at you when he realises how much time he’s spent at your chest, pressing a last kiss to your sternum before placing one of his big hands on your tit and kissing further down. You assume he’s going to stop before he gets to your pussy, just to tease you, but he kisses all the way down from your belly button to your clit, starting to make out with your pussy.

“Logan,” you moan, your hand flying to his hand on one of your boobs.

“Feel good?” He asks, and you almost faint when you look at his head pushed between your thighs. He looks exactly right, as if this is where he was meant to be the entire time.

“Mhmm.”

He chuckles against your pussy, tongue darting out to play with your clit. The ache between your legs starts to get worse with him there, and you feel your pussy clenching around nothing.

Logan smirks and pushes your thighs further apart with a rough hand. He starts to gently rub your clit, and you’ve finally got the friction you’ve been needing this entire time. You’re already close.

You let out an involuntary moan as he pushes his thick middle finger inside you, and you grip his hand on your tit harder, and he squeezes you there, lovingly.

“I got you, baby,” he says into your pussy before starting to fuck you with his finger, pushing another one in as he begins to rub a sweet little spot inside that you can never reach yourself.

He leans in to start licking your clit again, circling it with his tongue and, ever so slightly, beginning to suck.

You’re so close, the waves of pleasure almost, just almost, flooding over you. You squirm, your knees pushing together, held open by his broad shoulders.

Logan sucks harder, fingers fucking into you with your clit pulsing against his tongue.

It only takes a few more seconds of Logan’s mouth on your pussy for you to come. Pleasure explodes within you and floods your entire body as you arch your back, pushing further into him and his wet mouth and thick fingers.

Logan doesn’t stop until you’re satisfied and your legs go numb around him.

He grins at you, biting his lip to stop his smile from spreading too far, and he presses a kiss to the middle of your belly, squeezing your tit gently before letting go. You feel cold without him there.

With your legs still around him, you instinctively pull him in and he lies down next to you on the sofa, gently caging you against the back of it to give you the more comfortable side as he balances on the edge.

“You wanna know how good you taste?” Logan asks, not waiting for an answer before he kisses you. You slide your hand behind his neck to pull him in, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He stops kissing you. “So.. you still going on your date?”

You feel your cheeks getting hot, “What if I told youuu…” you twirl a strand of Logan’s hair that’s hanging over his forehead, “that there never was a date. Or a guy.”

Logan breaks out in a smile, “You were too shy to ask me to fuck you so you made up an entire person?”

You hear the key turning in the lock in that moment, and even though you’ll be covered by the back of the sofa Logan shields you with his hands as best as he can, reaching for your clothes.

Wade comes in and you immediately sit up, holding Logan’s hand and forearm to your tits to cover them.

“Guess what happened?” you squeal at Wade.

Wade’s eyes go over to you and then to Logan, and he drops his bags of grocery shopping to jump up and down, “Was it my plan? I told you my plan would work!”

You grin, “It was your plan.”

Logan looks between you and Wade, rolling his eyes but he’s unable to hide a smile.

“It was a good plan, right? I told her she could just ask you out but she was too shy so I told her to make up a guy she’s dating,” Wade explains.

“Alright,” Logan laughs quietly, “Now fuck off so I can fuck my girl again.”

Wade’s eyes go wide and he says what you’re thinking, “My girl? I’d faint if he called me that. You owe me,” he points at you.

You blow a kiss at Wade and he pretends to catch it, pressing it to his lap. You roll your eyes and smile, waving at him, “You heard him, we’ve got stuff to do.”

The almost animalistic smirk Logan gives you when Wade is gone should scare you, but it only makes you want him more. He picks you up in his arms, carrying you to his room. You can’t wait for what’s to come.

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FIRST masterlist! This masterlist has all my writing from 06/02/24 up until 01/10/24 — for my recent works click on my SECOND MASTERLIST <3

Men In Uniform Do It Best!

Dirty Lil' Secrets

A Picture Lasts Long (But Not As Long As That D*ck)

I'm Addicted, I Admit It!

Give Me Tough Love

Never Ever Seen This Before!

We Don't Have No Babies!

Like A Fever

Bad Things (To You)

Prettier When Messy!

Care For You!

Green-eyed Monster

So Lonely In My Mansion!

Kiss Me More!

Girl, I Do This Often

Cause, I Love Freaks!

Sl*t Me Out!

Match My Freak!

WAP!

R U Mine?

Hot To Go!

Girl, You Earned It!

I'm A BIG Stepper!

BODY-ODY!

SOOO ANXIOUS

Long Overdue!

THIS P*SSY DEPRESSED!

The Family Matter?!

I-T G-I-R-L!

I Lasted Ten Rounds!

BRAT!

She's My Vitals!

Three's a Crowd (But Four...) — “So, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?” “Why? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?” In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.

Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 1] [Part 2] — There were two things missing in the scene in front of you: 1. The aphrodisiac chocolate your friends had given as a gag gift last Christmas that had been hidden away in the back of your refrigerator. 2. Your dear fiancé.

Dream A Little Dream — For the strongest, it was a privilege to dream. Especially when his dream is you.

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

One More? Please? — A kiss always solves everything! But when a kiss turns into something more…well, it’s only a desperate attempt to unseal yourselves from this damned prison realm, right? Right?

Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... — You don’t know what’s faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast you’re on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.

Hope They Catch Us — When you’re on-screen, it’s always a rivalry to see who’s best - you just never thought that it would be the same struggle in bed.

Unmistakably Yours — In which the strongest bends space and time - literally - after coming back from deatḣ, to do what he’s always wanted to do - you.

Madam Gojo — Gojo Satoru, the strongest clan leader in all of Japan - and the most dangerous, too. You, rejected by the elders, and totally not his future bride, right? Right?

Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) — In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.

The Heir — No, your clan leader husband won’t stop until he gives you an heir. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out alive.

The Call — After an explosive fight with your boyfriend, you really should feel sorry about being swept up by the blue-eyed stranger at the club - but it’s so hard when he kisses you like that.

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy — He knows that you would be one of his favorite stories from his travels. And you know that you want nothing more than to stay by his side. After meeting an alluring cowboy at Ol’ Rustcliffe Saloon, both of you are sure of one thing - this must be fate.

Go For It, Gojo! [Part 1] [Part 2] — You wouldn’t fuck Gojo Satoru even if you were paid…is what you thought exactly five minutes before you were shoved against the wall of this cramped closet, his face stuffed in your soaked panties.

Unhoneymooners!? — The universe was surely playing a joke on you. Here you were, trapped on a luxury getaway with your - dangerously handsome, extremely obnoxious - ex. Either you were going to kill each other or end up pinned beneath him, split apart on his cóck. You just didn’t know what would come first.

AITA For F*cking My Sugar Daddy's Son?! — When your sugar daddy just isn’t paying attention to you, can you really be blamed for fúcking his son? Especially when his son is absolutely obsessed with you.

Bad Boys Bring Roses — You’ve never dealt with the yakuza - not once. So why is the future head of the Gojo clan suddenly coming up to you, demanding that you marry him for 30 days?

The Way You Kiss Me — The four times Satoru tries really hard not to kiss you - his best friend’s pretty younger sister. And the one time he doesn’t.

Isn't That Sweet? (I Guess So) — Oh no! Why do your pantíes keep disappearing? Well, maybe your hot roommate knows the answer…

Haunting You — A bIoody trail of vampire attácks, a political marriage, and four suitors you’re forced to choose from - all haunting you. But none as much as the mysterious stranger that makes everything in you scream that you might just be fated for the very thing your kingdom is trying to escape from.

You'll Taste Me Too! — How do you last three days on a work trip with the man you hate the most in the office? You don’t - you end up pinned underneath him, instead.

We Neva Play! — Turns out, the “r” in rivals stands for “really good séx” when a mission becomes a little too hot to handle.

Something Stupid — Five times the strongest would rather díe than tell you he loves you, and the one time he almost does. Almost.

Like An Animal — Of course Toji doesn’t want any more kids. Of course he’s lying as he stuffs your pretty cúnt full of his cúm for the third time tonight.

Whiskey, Neat, With a Side of You — When your date stands you up, you’re lucky that the hot bartender is more than happy to keep you company!

F*ck You! (Literally) — Of course, you hated your ex-husband. Of course, you found yourself in bed with him on your wedding anniversary.

Government Hooker — With the fame and glory of being an international popstar comes the inevitable threat of an overzealous stalker. You just didn’t think that it would also come with a very sexy, buff bodyguard behind your every move.

Madam Zenin — There’s nothing that rouses Toji, the infamous head of the Zenin clan, nothing that will make him lose control - until they take what’s most important to him. You.

Brooklyn Baby — Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades. Said Suguru doesn’t want to fuck anyone else but you. He couldn’t give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.

Golden Boy — Falling right back in love with the cult leader you’re supposed to kíll? Happens more often than you’d think.

A Million Dollar Baby! — Turns out, rent can be paid in much more than one way.

Welcome To The Itadori's! — Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does.

FIVE! — Five hours - it’s all it takes for Choso’s baby fever to take over. After all, you’d look so pretty with his kid - five of them, in fact.

Great With Kids? (You Can Have Mine) — When your younger brother gets a new babysitter, only two questions linger on your mind: 1. How come your parents didn’t trust you in charge? 2. How dare the sexy babysitter be so perfect - it made you want some attention too.

Freak On The Cam! — Choso always loved watching you - his pretty lil’ camgírl - from behind the screen. Who knew he’d love being on-screen with you even more?

Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) — In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.

Exes who...

Love Is Blind

“She My Best Friend, Yeah We Not a Couple.”

Wanna Do Bad Things To You

I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera

Lemme Ride, Baby!

Can I Fill You Up, Baby?

"Pull On It. Harder."

Little Heaven

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