#bet you thought you'd seen the last of me huh

[blooberrries]

[bluemoondust]

tw: mentions of death (faking it)

I don't know why but I feel like Dazai and Fyodor are the type of sick, twisted bastards (affectionate) to just fake their death. For the sole purpose of messing with their darling's head. Like, they'd all like to see what you'd do once you see their bloodied body on the ground. Will you celebrate? Will you cry? The possibilities are endless, but they want to know what are your next steps.

They're also the type to let that shit roll for a while. Let you bask in this false sense of freedom and let you live out this so-called thing you call a "normal life". Are you looking behind your back? Has he really got you that fooled? You're naive if he did.

That's where the mind games begin. You start to comfortable and suddenly you're catching glimpses of him wherever you go. The grocery store, the train station, outside your home... Any place you had considered a place of comfort now reminds you of him. The paranoia starts to sit in, making your mind its settlement. You question your sanity everyday. Was he really dead? And yet, you still remember seeing his cold, lifeless body on the ground. It couldn't be possible, right?

You start to think some sick part of your mind misses him. It was a hard pill to swallow and you couldn't admit to that. Still, the fear is there to stay.

And he'll be glad to take it all away once you're near the brink of a madness. Once your mind is frail and vulnerable to whatever he'll have to say. He just needs to see you beg and plead for some form of stability in all this. You need him. It was obvious from the start. He just wanted you to see it for yourself that you cannot manage life on your own.

It's okay though. He'll take you back with open arms.

[zorrasucia]

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜ carmy berzatto pls

Hi Anon! ✨

Of course! This is some established relationship naughtiness at The Bear. I hope you enjoy it! 💜

It was one of the first days of fall, and probably one of the last warm days of the year. And so, you were enjoying the weather: wearing your favorite dress and cleaning your apartment with the window open to let the soft breeze in. Your phone rang, the name on the screen read Sydney 🐻.

"Hi, Syd," you greeted her with a smile.

"Hey, uh," she hesitated, the sound of a hectic kitchen in the background. "Remember you told me I could call you when Carmy was being a pain in the ass? I know it was a joke and, you know, I'm not his babysitter and you're not either. Like, I know that. But, uh-" she had a nervous tone in her voice.

"Syd, it's okay," you reassured her. "It's Saturday, I bet things are insane in the kitchen."

"You have no idea," she let out a nervous chuckle. "I seriously wouldn't even be calling if I-"

Syd was right, that you weren't Carmy's babysitter but you could probably talk some sense into him. Besides, you didn't have work today - and they'd probably give you leftovers for your troubles.

"Hey. I'm on my way," you said. "Don't worry."

"Okay, okay," Syd sighed. "I'll, uh, I'll try to chill in the meantime."

You grabbed your keys and bag... You suddenly had a sinful idea and grinned.

~

You walked through the back door, avoiding servers and chefs, mumbling 'behind' every so often like you'd seen the rest of them do. You could make out Carmy's hoarse voice between all the noise.

"This steak is fucking dead! Refire. Chefs, wake the fuck up!"

"Hey, Carm," you called him.

He turned to look at you, eyes wide and fiery. "What are you doing here?" he rasped.

"Do you have a sec?" you said with a polite smile.

"Not really. I-" he looked disoriented and frantic.

Syd stepped in, looking determined. "I'll handle it. Go."

Carmy led you inside his office, exasperation radiating from him.

"Why are you-?" he started.

"Uh, Syd called," you replied, giving him a knowing look as he closed the door behind you.

"Fuck."

"Yeah. She said you were being a pain in the ass," you leaned on his desk.

"I- uh-" he hesitated, then covered his face, red from the heat of the kitchen but also from anger and shame. "She- she was being nice. I'm being an asshole."

You sat on his desk and sighed. "Thought so."

"Huh?" he tilted his head. You had caught him by surprise.

You gestured for him to come closer, so you could talk softer and look him in the eye.

"Listen, I know it gets super loud in your head, and you get overwhelmed and you lash out," you had seen it happen once or twice. "You need to step down when that happens."

"Syd-" he avoided your gaze. "Yeah, Syd has suggested it."

"So?" you cupped his face and tilted it towards you. "Can you do that? Can you let go for ten minutes and calm the fuck down?"

He blinked hard, stressed.

"I don't know," he confessed after a moment of consideration.

"I think you can, Carm," you encouraged him. Then, you put the second, more inappropriate part of your plan in motion. You grabbed his chef whites, and brought him closer, opening your legs to accommodate him. Then you whispered: "I'm not wearing any underwear. Thought you'd like to know."

Carmy stared at you, mouth agape.

"We're in the middle of service-"

"Listen," you gestured at the door. There were no loud bangs or screams, just the normal bustle of a kitchen; if anything it was quieter than when you first entered. "Syd is handling it. The rest of the kitchen is functioning. The sky isn't falling," you grabbed his face with both hands. "Now, will you just fuck me?"

"Shit."

He leaned down to kiss you hard, all tongue and teeth, biting a little. You ran your fingers through his hair, bringing him closer, crossing your ankles behind his waist.

"I need this to be fucking fast," he rasped against your lips.

"I know," you smiled while untying his apron and unbuckling his belt.

The mere indecency of showing up to Carmy's place of work planning to fuck him had made you wet enough to take him that very moment.

"Condoms?" he asked.

You took one out of your bag and handed it to him, palming his cock impatiently through his trousers.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

He lowered his trousers and boxers just enough to pull out his cock. He grabbed the back of your knees to pull you closer to the edge of his desk, something feral about him. You bunched up your dress all the way up to your hips, confirming that you were indeed bare under it. Carmy's eyes widened.

"Shit..." his fingers touched your drenched pussy. "You planned this, the whole thing."

You nodded proudly, biting on your lip when he entered you.

"Can't believe you showed up, in the middle of service-" he murmured. "Jesus... To fuck me."

"Desperate times," you touched your forehead to his, his gaze intense. He bottomed out and you covered his mouth to muffle a whine. "See? I think you need it."

That was the tiny push he craved.

He fucked you mercilessly, forceful thrusts while he grabbed your thighs hard, keeping you on the edge of the desk, right where he wanted you. His rhythm was frantic, half out of urgency and half out of anger. You kept your hand on his mouth, silencing the tirade of curses and primal groans he was blurting. Your eyes were on him, breathy pleas leaving your lips.

"Give it to me. It's okay. Please. I need you. Please," you weren't sure if he could actually hear it all but you couldn't stop, not when you were so close to your release. Your pussy tightened around his cock, pulsing.

His grip on you faltered, eyebrows raising as he looked at you for confirmation.

You nodded, eyes half lidded in ecstasy. "Let go, baby. Let go."

He gave you a few desperate thrusts, your palm vibrating with the sound of his moans as he came.

Suddenly, the room felt eerily quiet, the only sounds that mattered were Carmy's panting and your heart's beating. You lowered your hand from his mouth to his chest.

"Shit," he closed his eyes, collecting himself.

"Mhmm," you swayed in your seat, moving his softening cock as you did so. "Better?"

He nodded, a little sheepish. "Thank you."

"Hey. Can't do this every time," you said honestly. The likelihood of you coming to fuck some sense into him on weekdays was low to none. "But why don't you think about this next time you're about to lose it?" you suggested.

"You want me to get hard while running the expo?" he chuckled. His heartbeat was slowing down.

"I mean, if that's what it takes to get you to step down and chill, sure," you teased.

While the idea of Carmy fucking his hand while thinking of you was appealing, it seemed a little impractical to do at the restaurant.

"Might just take a smoke break," he offered. "Save the fucking for when I get home."

"Deal," you kissed him and tapped his cheek gently. "Now, come on, get out there."

He got dressed and ready at a dizzying speed, taking time to rearrange your dress and kiss you one last time before returning to the kitchen. He left the door ajar, and you peeked just in time to see him give an apologetic nod to Syd and ask her to continue running the expo. It was a start. You were satisfied.

[katsukikitten]

Landing on your back with a sickening crunch makes the rage in you burn brighter. Bringing your knees to your chest to slam your feet straight into his sternum.

With any luck you'll break it.

But you doubt it, he wasn't tied in the number one spot for no reason and he was no stranger to hand to hand despite his quirk.

Still he staggers backward enough for you to get to your feet, sharp black tipped claws poised to slash although you must be careful. His reach is larger than yours and you've had to break your wrist to get out of his grip before. Your previous encounter shines brightly in jagged ruby scabs on his forearms decorating his other more detrimental scars.

"Hah? What's wrong?" His lips turning up into a smirk as he lunges and you jump back again, "Scared I'll get ya?"

"Nah, just don't wanna fork over another fortune to get my shit fixed again." Throwing a kick that he ducks to dodge, grabbing onto your ankle to pin under his armpit, his other hand coming to clamp down just below your knees. Palm burning your skin through your dark skin tight suit, you can tell he's tempted to apply more pressure to snap your leg at an odd angle.

The papers were right, he'd be a much better villain.

"They make ya go to therapy? Ya know for your anger management? Bet ya get in trouble for hero brutality all the time." He hears this type of shit all the time in the media, the most it gets out of him now is an eye roll but when you say it it's like your claws are scraping at his bones. He bares his teeth and the time it takes him to think of a retort that you're able to twist your body with precision.

Letting your steel toed boot slam right into his handsome jaw. He doesn't stagger, it's annoying how much he can take but his grip loosens when you add.

"They have to, right? Otherwise the people wouldn't have let you tie with Deku huh?"

Freeing yourself expertly just out of his reach again as you dodge a swipe of his glowing hot palm.

"Ya fuckin talk too much."

"Ya didn't say that the last time you pinned me under you." You giggle and his throat burns red, swallows thickly as he lunges, wrapping you in his large arms. Pressing your chest against his b

"That was from a quirk. I ain't into you like that." He growls, nose to nose and all it does is make you smile.

"Oh?" A purr of your voice, leaning to whisper into his ear, haughty as you recall what he said to you that night, "So when you said 'fuuuuck sweetheart yer made for me' ya didn't mean it?"

It puts him into the moment instantly, him gripping onto your hips as he bounces you on his cock in doggy in the dingy alley behind a bar, you looking back at him with pretty tears in your eyes moaning out his name. His real name.

"Right, Katsuki." You can feel his heart rate increasing, feel his grip adjust in a different manner, "That's why you keep looking for me? Keep calling me?"

Leaning back as he lets up enough your arms are free, nails going to his undercut as you recalled he liked, scratching gently as you watch this hero melt in your touch.

"I thought you hated liars, baby."

"Stop." He bites, arms moving down to fall on your natural waist, one palm coming back up to squeeze your rib cage in warning.

"Stop what?"

"Stop using your quirk, yer slutty ass sex pollen shit." His eyes flicker to your lips, to the dark color he knows will smear against his mouth or the base of his cock like he's seen it before.

"That's the thing, Katsuki." You lean up lips inches from his and you'd be stupid to ignore the magnetism between the two of you, "I'm not using a quirk at all. You want me."

Suddenly your claws are sharp at his back, too sharp as you dig them deep using it as leverage to get fully out of his grip. Scaling the wall as another hero's foot steps can be heard barreling down the maze of alleyways you lead Dynamight down in a poor attempt to lose him.

"Find me again." Your giggle echoes around the space only to echo around his head until he catches a glimpse of a dark body suit slinking around in the shadows again.

[enter-torpor]

you know what, why not! thank you @a-chaotically-small-lunta for the tag!

last song: i don't know the last one i heard because i listen to this one jazz station all the time when i'm driving, but the last one i remember actively seeking out and listening to was Ready To Die by Andrew W.K.! yes it was that one video that shall go unnamed

favorite color: i like me a nice vermilion! the color of my Louisiana Ragin' Cajuns (who, fun fact, recently ended Oklahoma softball's 71-game win streak! so that's pretty neat!)

currently watching: i've been showing Video Game High School to a friend and it's been a blast! we're almost at that episode and i can't wait for it to break him :)

spicy/savory/sweet: sweet! i am a fiend for baked goods in particular! do not leave me unsupervised in any sort of bakery i WILL spend too much money and make myself sick in the process

current obsession: i picked up Balatro a little while ago and man the hype for it is completely justified this game is SICK!! and on a broader note deckbuilder roguelikes in general, esp slay the spire and dicey dungeons!

obligatory throwing this at @so-very-small @reborrowing @alarcomet @evieismol @gt-newbie @gt-squirrel @mothsized @smolboiremy @becca-but-bitty but please don't feel pressured to do it if you don't wanna it's just for funsies!

Nine people I’d like to get to know better

Thanks for the tag, @television-overload~!

Last Song: Walk Outside (theme? for Milo and Otis)

Favorite Color: Red! (Just switched my seasonal palette from True Winter to True Summer-- blew my mind-- and now I'm falling in love with greyer pinks, purples, and taupes.)

Currently Watching: Frasier!

Spicy/Savory/Sweet: Sweet. All day, every day. Sometimes I eat it with savory-- depends on the food, depends on the day.

Relationship Status: Single and not looking yet~

Current Obsession: X-Files always-- it's ability to burrow deep into my brain is unparalleled.

Tagging: @baronessblixen, @welsharcher, @agent-troi, @suitablyaggrieved, @amplifyme, @cecilysass, @spidey-is-tired, @two-microscopes~

[sailortongue]

Sweet Tooth

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

wc: 4.5k

summary: spencer finds himself frequenting a local donut establishment for more reasons than one. his sweet tooth isn't limited to just pastries and he bets you'd taste delicious

cw: oral (fem receiving), fingering. pls pls pls let me know if i missed smth but i think those are the only major things

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It was widely known that Spencer was fond of overly sweet coffee, but his sweet tooth was not limited to just his morning pick-me-up. The team had recently wrapped up with a rather grueling case, and he thought he’d surprise them all with donuts that morning. So there he was, in the local donut shop, staring at what must have been the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The way the early morning light shone in through the windows and illuminated you was truly breathtaking. Try as he might, he stumbled over the order, embarrassing himself in front of you and surely ruining his chances of you liking him.

You could tell he was flustered, so you did your best to suppress your giggles. He was cute. Very cute. This was the first time you had seen him come into the store, and you were hoping it wasn’t the last. He paid for his order and you boxed it up, receiving a shy smile from him as you handed it to him. “Thank you,” he said, before turning and walking out quickly, the bell above the door chiming.

It was a little over a week before you saw him again. He greeted you with a “good morning” as he walked in and approached the counter.

“Good morning!” you said back cheerily, glad to see that he had returned. He scanned the selection of confections before selecting a chocolate donut with sprinkles.

“Huh, I thought you’d be more of a donut hole kind of guy,” you said, trying to make conversation with the handsome man.

He laughed a bit and shook his head. “No, chocolate and sprinkles are definitely the best. They've been my favorite since I was a kid.”

“Oh yeah? I think if I was to pick a favorite it would have to be the apple fritter.”

Not missing the chance to learn about you, even if it was just your favorite donut, he asked, “Why that one? Not that it's a bad choice, but most people seem to prefer the chocolate and glazed.”

You laughed and Spencer swore his heart melted right then and there. “Well, they're my dad’s favorite. And every time he had one he would split it between us. So not only is it delicious, but it reminds me of my childhood.”

He smiled at your wholesome reason and before he could stop himself he said, “That’s really cute.”

You blushed, consumed with the thought that he considered something about you was cute, even if it was something so minor as to why your favorite donut is what it is. God, you didn't even know his name and there you were, developing a crush. Your eyes met his, and you were awestruck at how warm and inviting they looked. He had these expressive brown eyes that you could get lost in if you allowed yourself to. You shook your head from your thoughts, realizing you were probably freaking him out. He was just here for a donut and here you were staring at him like some creep. You hadn’t even bagged it for him yet. Pull yourself together you chastised yourself internally, finally breaking eye contact and doing your job like a normal person.

When you handed him the bag he briefly glanced down at your name tag. “Thanks, Yn,” he said, giving you a small smile. What a pretty name, he thought.

“No problem, have a good day…” you trailed off, hoping he would introduce himself. It was only fair since he knew your name.

“Spencer,” he filled in for you.

“Spencer,” you repeated. “I’ll have to remember that for next time.”

–❀– 

Next time turned out to be three days later. You were back in the kitchen, not expecting a customer to be there so early until you heard the bell chime. “I’ll be right there!” you called out. You quickly rinsed your hands and were still drying them on a towel when you walked out to see a familiar mop of brown hair. “Spencer! Good morning!”

He chuckled, “Good morning, Yn.”

“Chocolate with sprinkles?” you asked, remembering his favorite.

“You remembered?”

“You’re beginning to become a regular, and I make it a point to memorize those orders.”

Spencer’s smile dropped a bit, somewhat disheartened that it was something you did for all customers and not just him.

You didn’t notice the slight change in his expression and continued, deciding to take a chance. “Plus, it’s hard to forget the cute customers.”

Spencer’s face instantly flushed crimson, all logical thought leaving him. So much for his high IQ. His mouth opened and closed again, desperately trying to formulate some sort of response. But Spencer couldn't even think straight. His thoughts were in a flurry and every single one was about you.

Seeing his reaction, you backpedaled as fast as you could. “I’m sorry. That was too forward of me. I don’t know why I said that. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable—”

“It’s perfectly alright.” He cut off your frantic apology. “You didn't make me uncomfortable at all. I’m actually quite flattered that you find me as attractive as I find you.”

It was your turn to be speechless. When his words fully sunk in, you couldn't stop the wide smile and giggle that bubbled forth. This man was going to be the death of you. “So, uh,” he started nervously, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, “I was wondering if I could get your number?”

You beamed at him. “Yes, of course!” You went to the register and rang him up, writing your phone number on his receipt before handing it to him. He dialed it into his phone, and you heard your phone ringing faintly from the break room where you had left it. “There,” he said. “Now you have my number, too.”

–❀–

Your morning rendezvous with Spencer quickly became the highlight of your week. He was always dressed professionally, and you finally decided to ask him where he worked. The two of you talked about nearly everything under the sun, so you were shocked when you came to the realization that you didn't even know what he did for work.

The next time he came in, you practically ambushed him with your question. His eyes widened in surprise, “Oh, I’m an agent with the BAU. Did I not tell you that?”

“No, you did not. What’s the BAU?”

“It stands for behavioral analysis unit. It’s a department of the FBI. We analyze the unsub’s-”

“Unsub?” you interrupted.

“Unidentified subject. So what we do is analyze the unsub’s actions and behavior and create a profile to better understand how and why they do what they do. This is what allows us to determine the identity of the unsub and arrest them.”

Your jaw had dropped open during his explanation. The guy you’d been casually talking to turned out to be an FBI agent. Cute and badass.

Becoming shy from the attention, he changed the subject to something he’d been wanting to ask you. “So, Yn, would you be interested in meeting somewhere other than here? When you're not at work and I don't have to go to my own job?”

Your face flushed with heat, and your heart pounded in your chest. “Like a date?”

Trusting that your hopeful expression was a good indication, Spencer nodded. “Yeah, like a date.”

The bright smile you gave him at his confirmation would live in Spencer’s mind for the rest of the day.

“I’m free this weekend,” you suggested.

–❀–

And just like that, it became a routine for Spencer to visit the shop at least once a week. He began to find himself getting up earlier and earlier each day just so he could stay and talk with you for longer. The physical attraction was instant from the first moment he saw you, but now that he was truly getting to know you he was falling and falling fast. You had this light about you that Spencer couldn't put into words, even with his impressive vocabulary. 

Reid’s highly observant coworkers were quick to notice his frequent morning donut runs. He never ate them at the shop, choosing to use that time to visit with you. Instead, he waited until he got to the office so he could enjoy the sweet goodness with his daily cup of coffee. And today was no exception.

“All those donuts are going to catch up with you one day, Reid,” Prentiss teased. “You can't be skinny forever.”

“So be it. She's worth it,” replied Spencer, taking another bite, sprinkles falling onto the napkin he’d placed on his desk.

“She?” Morgan raised his brows, a grin spreading across his face as he turned in his chair to face the young doctor.

Spencer’s eyes widened and he nearly choked on his food, trying to figure out a way to take back his slip of the tongue. “I meant they. They’re worth it. The donuts.”

“Uh-huh. Sure. So what’s her name?”

Spencer sighed. “Yn.” That was all he said as he pulled his paperwork towards himself. No point in denying it when they were already certain. 

“Woah, woah, you can't just leave it at that! Tell us about her. What's she like and how did you meet? Spill everything.” 

Spencer merely took another bite of his donut, a smug smirk on his face for withholding the information his colleagues were so curious about.

For the rest of the day, Morgan and Prentiss attempted to convince Spencer to divulge his sweet secret. After another failed attempt, it finally hit Morgan, and he had to admit he felt very silly for it. He waited until Spencer left on his lunch break before he approached Emily’s desk.

“Hey, what’s up?” she asked.

“What’s up is that Hotch should probably reconsider our positions on the team,” he joked. “The donut bag. It’s in Reid’s personal mini trash can under his desk. All we have to do is look at it real quick and we’ll know exactly which shop he goes to!”

Emily laughed, amused how it took so long for one of them to think of that. “Then what are we waiting for? Let's go dig in the doctor’s trash.”

They both stood and went over to Spencer’s desk. Morgan reached under and pulled out the small trash can, plucking the crumpled bag from the top. As he flattened the bag back out, a voice startled the two of them and they spun around in unison, like two kids that had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Why are you two digging in the kid’s trash?”

“Reid has a girl in his life and if he wont tell us then we’re gonna find out ourselves. She’s either a regular at this place—” he held up the bag, displaying the logo for Rossi to see, “—or she works there.”

“Hm. I see. Carry on, then,” was all he said before continuing on his way.

The younger agents turned their attention back to what they were digging for. “Meche’s Donuts,” they both read aloud.

“Pretty sure that’s close to Reid’s place. Y’know, I think some donuts tomorrow morning would be great, don’t you?”

“Now that you say it, yeah, donuts would be good. Meet you there at 8:00?”

“You bet.” He recrumpled the bag and replaced the trash can as it was.

When Reid returned, he didn't notice the look his friends exchanged and was none the wiser.

–❀–

The next morning, both Emily and Derek got up earlier than usual and met in the parking lot of Meche’s. They approached the building, and Derek held open the door for Emily, the bell chiming to notify you of a customer’s arrival.

“Good morning!” you greeted like usual.

They returned your greeting as they neared the counter, both of their sights narrowing in on your name tag: Yn.

“Has a guy named Spencer Reid been here today?” Morgan asked, never one to beat around the bush.

“No, do you know him?” You asked curiously.

“Yeah, we’re friends of his. We noticed that his sweet tooth has been getting the better of him lately. Lots of donuts,” he smirked, gesturing down to the transparent display. “Pretty boy had a bit of a slip up and told us that it was because of a girl, but wouldn’t tell us anything else. So we decided to do a bit of sleuthing.”

“And here we are,” finished Emily. “I’m Agent Emily Prentiss and this is Agent Derek Morgan. Promise we’re not creeps, this is just the first time we’ve known him to have a crush on someone and we wanted to know what you looked like. He’s got good taste at least.”

You laughed good-naturedly, “Don't worry about it. We have a date scheduled for this weekend actually.”

Emily ooohed like a schoolgirl. “You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I’m dying to know. What is Spencer’s idea of a date? Bet he takes you to a bookstore.”

“Or a foreign movie,” interjected Morgan. “With no subtitles, so he can whisper the translations in your ear.”

–❀–

Saturday

You were getting ready for your date with Spencer when you heard your phone ring. The caller ID told you that it was Spencer calling and butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“Hello?”

“Hey, I was just calling to let you know I’m on my way.”

“Ok, perfect! I’m almost done getting ready. You remember the address?”

He laughed. “Of course I remember. There’s not much I don’t remember.”

“Oh, my bad Dr. Reid. We can't all be super geniuses with an eidetic memory.”

The two of you talked and joked with each other until Spencer told you that he was parking and would be up in a moment to meet you at the door. All you had to do was quickly slip your shoes on and you were ready.

Three sharp raps sounded from the door, and you peeked through the peephole before unlocking the door and swinging it open.

He seemed stunned for a second, just taking in your appearance. “Wow,” was all he could think to say. “You look beautiful.”

“And you look very handsome,” you returned the compliment. And he did, as always. He was probably the only guy you knew who could pull off a sweater vest. He may dress like an old man, but damn did he make it work.

Turns out that he picked out some hole in the wall diner you’d never even heard of. But he swore by their food and claimed it was some of the best in town. Also that they made a mean bread pudding. A broad smile overtook his features when he saw your eyes light up at the mention of the dessert. He’d recalled from a previous conversation that it was your favorite and had made sure to choose a restaurant that had it on the dessert menu.

The meal was spent indulging in a lively conversation about all of your favorite books. He even suggested a book exchange; he’d load you his favorite, and you’d loan him yours. Though you did warn him that you might have to pick up a new copy first, as yours was particularly old  and practically on the verge of disintegrating in your hands.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” he said.

“No, it is!” you insisted. “The last time I read it I looked down and there were a bunch of particles on my lap from the pages.”

After picking up the check at the diner, Spencer informed you that there was a movie he wanted to take you to. “It’s a Russian movie, and I’m not sure if there’s subtitles or not, but I can whisper the translations for you. But I definitely think you’ll enjoy the plot.”

You thought back to what Morgan said when he and Emily visited you. Morgan: 1, Emily: 0. 

Turns out, there were, in fact, subtitles. However, Spencer claimed those weren't very accurate to the tone of the movie and chose to give you his own translations anyway. In order to not disturb other movie goers, he had to lean in to whisper, so close that his lips would occasionally brush the shell of your ear. If not for the fact you were already sitting, you thought your knees would have given out. The low timbre of his voice traveled straight from your eardrum all the way to your core. You tried to pay attention to the movie, you really did, but the gentle rasp of Spencer’s voice in your ear had you beyond distracted. He was so close. Between the close proximity and his voice, your panties were quickly becoming uncomfortably sticky which led you to squirm in your seat occasionally. 

Spencer, the hyper-observant profiler that he was, noticed your pitiful attempts to adjust the way you were sitting. “Are you ok?” he asked, interrupting his translation mid sentence.

“Yes!” you answered hurriedly. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You cleared your throat nervously and hoped he would let it go. You could see a slight frown form on his face before it looked as if a metaphorical lightbulb went off over his head.

He resumed his position near your face, once again whispering to you, but not translations this time. No, this time it was as if a switch had flipped inside the sweet man you’d become so fond of. “If I didn't know any better, I’d say you like having me so close to you. Isn't that right, Yn?”

The way he whispered your name so sensually had your heart beating out of your chest and your breath hitching in response. His laughter came out as a huff, trying to stay quiet. “Think you can wait until the end of the movie?” he asked with a suggestive lilt to his words.

You both knew the answer, but you pretended to think about it in an effort to spare at least some of your dignity. “No,” you answered with your head down, almost ashamed at how easily Spencer had riled you up.

“‘No’ what? Use your words, sweetheart.”

To hell with your dignity. “No, I can't wait. I want you now.”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you up from your seat as he stood. He led you out the doors and to the parking lot, heading straight for his car.

“Where are we going?”

“My apartment.” he answered swiftly as he put his hand on the back of your seat to back out of the parking spot. 

The ride to his apartment was spent mostly in silence, both of you tense for all the best reasons. At one of the red lights he’d made the bold move to relocate one of his hands from the steering wheel to your left thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth and gently squeezing it every now and then. Every squeeze sent a bolt of electricity to your center and you were getting needier by the second.

–❀–

As soon as his apartment door shut behind him, his mouth was on yours, lips crashing together in a heated kiss. With both hands on either side of your face, he licked the seam of your lips impatiently, wanting nothing more than to taste you. You obliged, and his tongue snaked its way into your mouth, intertwining with yours. He groaned into the kiss, unable to get enough of you. Pulling away from your lips, he kissed down your jaw and neck slowly, deliberately. Taking his time to leave dark marks in his wake. He took a deep breath in through his nose. “You have no idea what this perfume was doing to me at the movie. Could barely even translate for you,” he mumbled into your skin.

“Bedroom?” you asked, near breathless with anticipation but not particularly wanting to get fucked in his entryway.

He led you through his apartment to his bedroom where Spencer wasted no time reconnecting his lips to yours, backing you up until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, prompting you to sit. Before you could lay down, his hands tugged on the hem of your shirt. “Let’s get this off of you, hm?”

He made quick work of the cloth and tossed it aside “God, you're so pretty. Lay down for me, sweetheart,” he said. You flushed and did as he told you, scooting yourself higher up on the bed before laying your head onto his pillows. He removed both his sweater vest and shirt before eagerly crawling atop you. He propped himself up on his elbows, his face aligned with yours. You impatiently leaned up to kiss him again, and you could feel him grinning into the harsh kiss before kissing you back. His hands wandered across your body, settling on your breasts. You moaned into his mouth and pressed your chest further into his large hands, your hips bucking up, seeking the friction you so desperately wanted. 

He chuckled, removing his hands from your breasts to your hips and holding them down, preventing you from moving them and eliciting a whine from you. “Patience, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. Promise.” His voice was low and gravelly, his lips pressed against the skin just under the skin of your earlobe. He suckled the skin lightly as one hand came up behind your back, unclasping your bra and giving it the same treatment he gave your shirt. He pulled back and groaned at the sight of seeing you half naked beneath him. This felt like a dream come true to Spencer and it was taking everything he had to not throw his inhibitions out the window and ravish you right that second.

He groped your bare chest for a moment before leaning down to lick a stripe between them. He placed feather-light kisses across your skin, his hair falling over his face and tickling you where it brushed. His trail of kisses led him to one of your nipples, which he took in his mouth, sucking lightly. You gasped when he used his teeth to pull on it slightly. “Spencer!”

While his mouth was busy with one, he had a hand on the other, tweaking the bud between his nimble fingers. You raked your hands through his hair, holding him in place. The tug on his roots had Spencer groaning into your chest and increasing the intensity of his ministrations and suckling you more and more fervently with each tug of his hair and sweet moan from your lips. Satisfied, he released your bud with a slight pop and switched to the other side, determined to make you squirm and beg for him before he touched you properly. The hand that wasn't on your breast lowered from your waist to your hip, massaging the supple flesh.

“Please, Spencer,” you begged, needing so much more than he was currently giving you. You were aching for him, panties soaked with evidence of your want.

He released your nipple and tilted his head to look at your face, both of your pupils blown wide with lust. He cooed at you, “What does my pretty girl need? Tell me, and it’s yours.”

“You!” you cried. “I want you! Please, Spencer!”

He groaned, the sound low and guttural. “You already have me. I was yours from the first moment I laid eyes on you.” Your eyes softened from his words, and you watched him as he tilted his head back down, tracing his nose down your abdomen as he lowered himself further down the bed, his hands caressing your sides as he did so. He placed a chaste kiss just above the waistband of your bottoms before hooking his fingers under it. “May I?”

You nodded frantically, and he placed another kiss in the same spot as he pulled your shorts and panties down together, tantalizingly slowly. Finally seeing you completely bare before him had him nearly cumming in his pants on the spot. You were so perfect and he wanted to make you feel so good that the only name you knew was his. He ran his hands up your thighs and settled his head between them. “You're absolutely dripping for me, sweetheart.” Spencer was practically panting from the lust flowing through his veins. He placed a chaste kiss to your clit before tentatively licking your cunt. You let out a strangled moan, his hot tongue not providing near enough pressure.

“Don’t tease me, Spence,” you mewled, your hands weakly trying to push his head back down where you needed him.

“Savoring, baby, not teasing. I don’t want to forget a single moment of this.” With that said, he licked a broad stripe across your pussy, much more confident than the first time. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, groaning into you. You cried out his name, grip on his hair tightening. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he said breathlessly before diving back in, slurping at you like a man starved. He hummed with bliss as he continued to eat you out, the vibrations adding to the stimulation. “So sweet, baby, oh my God,” he praised. He lifted your legs and placed them over his shoulders, pressing himself further into you as he wrapped his arms around your thighs.

It was all you could do to keep from screaming his name as he continued to lick and suck at the most intimate part of you. You thrashed in his hold, overwhelmed with the pleasure he was giving you. He tightened his hold on your thighs, holding you open so he could continue to drink you in. He swore he would never be able to get enough of you. If this was the last thing he ever did then he'd die a happy man.

“C’mon, sweetheart, cum on my face. Give it to me. I want it,” he grunted. Without warning, he plunged a finger into you, causing you to cry out. He added a second finger shortly after, and he relished in the way your walls were squeezing around his fingers. You were so close and it was all because of him. With his fingers thrusting in and out of you and his mouth on your clit, you were finally pushed over the edge, cumming with a scream of Spencer’s name. He didn't stop until you were practically shoving him away, the overstimulation becoming too much. His face was covered in your juices, and you watched with rapt attention as he licked his lips before wrapping them around the two digits still covered with your wetness, sucking them clean and groaning at the taste as he did it.

Yeah, Spencer Reid definitely had a sweet tooth.

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The Walk-in

Killer x gn!reader (afab edition) word count: 4.2k amab vers. a/n: i got this idea from a revelation i had about how im pretty sure every walk-in in every restaurant ever has been boned in at least once. my source to site is me bc ive been working in the food industry since i was, like, 12.

“Oh my god, y/n, have you seen the new cook?” Your best friend, Wire, spoke up from behind the bar. He was currently wiping it down, preparing for the rush that would be starting soon. 

You were bussing tables when he spoke up, you paused, walking over to him and tossing the rag over your shoulder. “I haven't. Isn't he a friend of the owner’s son or something?”

“Yeah. Met him in college.”

“Ah. Friend hire.” You made a face, causing Wire to laugh. He knows how much you weren't a fan of people being hired just because they knew someone who worked there - especially when it came to the owner. “They never last.” You shook your head. 

“Oh, c'mon. I heard his cooking is great.”

You raised an eyebrow as you went back to wiping down tables. “Biased opinions, probably. Of course they're gonna say his cooking is great. But good cooking isn’t everything in this line or work. You and I both know that.”

Wire had a thoughtful look on his face as he nodded. “That's true.” There'd been plenty of instances where a good cook was hired, but they couldn't deal with the rush or crazy customers. None of them would last through the night. “He seems like he'll hold well.”

You snorted, standing up and folding your arms across your chest. “That's what you said about the last guy.” You rolled your eyes with a grin. The poor sap didn't last half an hour. 

“I was being optimistic?” You snorted and shook your head. “Oh sure. Optimistic.”

“I'm sure he'll become overwhelmed and leave within the hour.” That was your bet. You didn't usually expect much from newcomers, especially friend hires. 

“Wow, not even giving me a real shot, huh?” A deep voice came up from behind you. A shiver ran down your spine - not from fear, but from the sheer attractiveness his voice had. Oh shit.

You turned around and the air left your lungs as the most beautiful and sexy man stood behind you. You blinked, trying to find words to say but your brain wasn't fully caught up with the situation. Holy shit, this was the finest man you'd ever seen in your life. 

“You must be the head server with the high expectations then.” You opened your mouth to say something - only for nothing to come out. You glared over at Wire who held his hands up in surrender with a shit eating grin on his face. He knew that this man was exactly your type and chose to retain that information. 

A sly grin spread across the cook's face. “Cat got your tongue? Where'd all that barking go?” 

Your eyes widened, one of them twitching. Oh, he had a mouth on him too. It was on. 

Finally, your brain caught up. It'd felt like eternity, but it was only a few seconds. You folded your arms across your chest, an unimpressed look crossing your features. “I believe I am giving you a chance, just don't have high hopes. Can’t in this line of work - takes a special breed.” 

You looked him up and down. Fuck, he was fine as hell. “Anyway. They say you're a good cook. The customers will be the judge of that. That's not all, however. Where most people fumble is service itself. Always ends up being too much for people - too busy.” 

Then your brain circled back to what he had said earlier. “And of course I have high expectations. I only want what's best for this place and I don't need people wasting mine or my coworkers time.” 

The man before you just had an amused look on his face as he watched you. That irritated the shit out of you for reasons you couldn’t specify at the moment. “Don't worry, I won't be wasting anyone's time. I assure you, I won't be going anywhere either. You better get used to me now,” he crooned, leaning in as he spoke.

Your eyes narrowed at him. You wanted to punch him in his smug little face. “I've had plenty like you, too. Big talk. Think they'll last. Usually, they're the quickest to leave. Honestly, I’m being generous with an hour.” 

He chuckled, straightening back out. “We'll see when I'm still here after rush then, huh? If I stick it out, which I will, what do I get for winning the bet?”

The sheer audacity of this man. You stared at him, but didn't hesitate in your answer. “A job, duh.” You rolled your eyes. “I don't have time for this. I have a floor to prep.”

The cook laughed. It was one of the most beautiful sounds you ever heard. Damn, you must just be horny. It had been a while since you've gotten laid, but you also had a rule of never sleeping with your coworkers. You didn't knock others for doing it, you just didn't personally. You felt it made things complicated - though you were also an overthinker. Too many what ifs. What if it didn’t work out? What if you hated working together? What if you spent too much time together? What if, what if, what if?

“I'll see you after dinner rush then.” He winked at you and your heart almost stopped. Jesus fuck, you were down bad for a man you wanted to strangle. He walked off, leaving you standing there with Wire. You watched him leave, admiring his fat ass as he left before you turned back to your best friend.

He burst into laughter and you narrowed your eyes. “You're the worst, you know that?” That caused him to laugh harder. “Oh my god. I was just waiting for the moment for the part where you both just tear off each other's clothes and start going at each other right there, holy shit.”

Your face immediately warmed up. “Shut up, Wire. No one asked you.” You folded your arms across your chest with a frown. “You could've fucking warned me he was hotter ‘n hell.” 

Wire laughed again. “And miss the look on your face? That was priceless. I've never seen you be so taken aback before. The great y/n rendered speechless by the new cook.”

“Don't call him the new cook. He's gotta prove himself first.”

Another chuckle came from your best friend and he shook his head. You sighed, looking in the direction said man had left.

“What are you thinking about now?”

“How it's a shame he's not a baker with all that cake he's got. And how I wouldn't mind him icing mine.” Wire burst into laughter again and you just shook your head, clicking your tongue. “Too bad he won't last.”

Your attention shifted to the customers that walked in and you headed over to greet them. 

--

Rush was busier than usual. It was always insane, but it was even more so tonight. This was something you usually lived for, the chaos of the floor. It kept things interesting and helped time fly by. Slow nights drove you insane, which is why you were always scheduled the busiest nights too. Plus, you were insanely good at your job.

Being head server, your main job was just making sure that things were going out on time, keeping tabs on your servers, and taking care of any customer issues. You were technically a manager, yes, but you liked the title of head server better.

However, you could feel eyes on you all night. Yes, that's typically normal considering you're a server, but this was different. You also knew exactly who the culprit was. The new fucking cook. Every time you headed to the back or to the window, his eyes were on you. You'd glance at him, catching him red handed. 

Only, he didn't look away like most people. He kept his stare, only offering up a grin and the occasional wink as he cooked. Your body heated up every time, flustered that he was so casual.  Your mind was running wild with what you wanted him to do to you. You tried to keep yourself busy, but the growing heat across your whole body was making it hard. 

You tried to lie to yourself, saying it was because rush was busier than usual and you were running around even more. Every time you finally started calming down, he seemed to appear out of nowhere with his stupid smile, sending you into a spiral again. 

You could honestly punch him, that might just solve your problems. He was aggravating in every sense of the word. His cocky attitude was getting to you, making you even crabbier than you already had been. You were trying your best not to take it out on your fellow servers or the customers. It was fine for the most part. 

After rush, you asked another server to cover the one table you had left so you could take a minute. You immediately beelined it to the walk in. You flung the door open, unbuttoning your shirt a few times as you walked in. You closed your eyes, listening to the hum of the fans keeping it cool, and taking a deep breath as you fanned yourself with your hand.

Then the door opened, revealing the new guy. Someone mentioned his name was Killer. Funny. You wonder how he ended up with a stupid nickname like that. 

You glared at him as the smug smile spread across his face. Unfortunately, you knew he didn't end up leaving. His eyes being glued to you all night constantly reminded you that he had proven you wrong. He actually had done pretty well and the customers seemed to enjoy his cooking. He'd be sticking around as long as he wanted now - the job was his. Which also meant you had to deal with the fact that you were going to have to see him almost every day. 

“Guess you're stuck with me now, huh?”

“What are you even here for? Just to bother me?” You were in a foul mood and it was all his fault. You weren’t in the mood for his cocky attitude or ‘I told you so’ right now

“Well, I originally came back here to grab something but now I don't even remember what it was supposed to be now that you're in front of me looking like that.”

You looked down at yourself, confused. “What? Gonna make fun of me?” You were disheveled and hot, your skin flushed in some places. 

“No. You actually look really good like that.” A lazy smile appeared on his face as he folded his arms and leaned against the shelves. What the hell was he doing?

You could feel your body growing warmer despite the cooler air being blown at you. “The hell is your fucking angle? You've been staring all night and now you’re saying weird shit.” 

He blinked, raising his eyebrows. “And here I thought I was being obvious.” 

You stared at him for a moment as your head spun. What did- oh. Your eyes widened slightly and his grin grew. “Now you got it.”

Though, he didn't have much time to say anything else before you essentially pounced on him. You couldn't take it anymore, he'd been riling you up all night and you were at your wits end. And he was here, basically telling you to screw him. Actually, literally. 

You had walked over, grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and kissed him hard. He grinned into you, wrapping his arms around you. “Finally,” he mumbled. 

You shook your head. “Don't let your big mouth ruin it.” He just laughed before kissing you again, patting your ass. You took the hint, hopping up and wrapping your legs around him. He held you with ease, hands firmly on your ass as he pinned you to the shelves. He squeezed you hard, making a small whine escape your lips. 

Your own hands pressed against his chest before pausing. You felt something through his shirt. “Oh my god - are your nipples pierced?” You had never moved faster than you were right now as you undid his shirt. 

He blinked in confusion at your sudden shift of attention, disoriented and a little pouty that you pulled away like you did.

You opened his shirt and, lo and behold, piercings. Your eyebrow raised and a grin spread across your face. “Now, that's hot as hell,” you mused as you ran your hands across his broad chest and piercings, tugging at them a bit. You heard him inhale slightly but before you could play much further, you were set on the ground, lips attacking your neck. 

You felt his teeth graze your neck before lightly biting at you as a hand slipped past your waistband and you felt him begin to toy with you. Getting right to business. 

Immediately, you melted into him, your hands gripping his shirt as your breathing grew shallow and labored. You cursed under your breath, your legs spreading slightly to give him better access. You definitely didn't see yourself shagging this man so quickly, if at all, and especially in the walk in. Who the hell were you at this point?

Though, it wouldn't be the first time someone hooked up in here and it also wouldn't be the last. You just never thought it'd be you.

“Fuck,” you whined, feeling his fingers circle your clit before sliding down further and a single finger teasing your folds. He kissed you again, patting your thigh. Once again, you knew what he was asking, hiking up your leg and he held it as one of his thick fingers slipped inside of you. You gasped, moaning against him. Fuck, you hated how much you were loving this. The last thing he needed was an ego boost. 

But honestly, you were too horny to care. 

You were ripped out of what little thoughts you had when he slid in another finger, moving them around inside you. You moaned loudly, causing him to kiss you once more to keep you quiet. Sure, the walk in had the constant fan to keep things cool and it muffled noise, but it wasn't completely soundproof. 

Knowing your coworkers, if they noticed both of you gone, they more than likely put two and two together. Especially the longer you were gone. You were kind of surprised that no one checked the walk-in yet, they were typically nosey as hell. 

Your moans were growing louder and you rolled your hips against his hand, wanting more. “You're a noisy one, hm?” 

“Says the one who cant shut the fuck up,” you mumbled back, breathlessly. He just grinned, inserting another digit, causing you to shudder and moan again. He moved his fingers around, his thumb stimulating your clit as he did so. He was hitting all the right spots and it was driving you insane. 

“Keep your leg up,” he said as he let go before reaching that hand around you to untie your apron. He emptied it out and rolled it up all with one hand. You watched in confusion but as soon as you opened your mouth to ask what he was doing the cloth was shoved into your mouth. Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Since someone can't keep quiet, I'm not going to be able to focus on ruining you and keeping you quiet.” Your face turned red, your body heating up even more. You felt like you were on fire. This was the most embarrassing situation you've been in but holy shit did it turn you on. 

Before you had much time to react, his hand placed itself back holding your leg and his other hand began to move inside of you. His fingers moved fast and ruthlessly, his thumb assaulting your clit in the process. Your eyes widened at the sudden change of movement, moaning loudly. The apron muffled it, so maybe he'd been right. You don't know how to keep quiet. Shit, how was this man single? With hands like this? 

You felt a coil tightening deep within you, your hips rolling and grinding against him. You were moaning and whining. The apron was going to be soaked by the end of this endeavor.

Right before you reached your climax, he stopped moving before pulling his fingers out of you. You whined in protest, looking at him with desperation. You should've expected something like this at this point, but you were so lost in the sauce that you forgot who was currently fucking you right now.

He spun you around, pressing you into the shelves, and pulling your ass out. He gave you a firm smack, making you whine into the apron. Fuck, he was driving you insane. It's like he knew exactly what you liked. 

A shiver ran down your spine as he pulled your pants down, exposing you to the cold air of the walk in. It also didn't help that you were soaking wet either, making things even colder. You gripped onto the shelves before you, trying to keep yourself from shivering anymore. 

Soon, you felt his body heat close to you. Now a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine. You had felt him press against you earlier when you were making out. He had felt big and usually you'd end up on your knees, getting a nice jaw exercise before you ended up getting railed. However, Killer kind of just took the lead and took care of you. Which isn't something you were really used to. You were also used to usually ending up having to finish yourself off. 

But by the looks of things that wouldn't be the case this time. 

Killer pressed a kiss to your shoulder before leaning into your ear. You felt the heat of his body wash over you, the sudden temperature shift making you shiver. “If its too much, bang on the shelf twice.” You just raised an eyebrow at him. If only you didn't have this makeshift gag, you would've said something smart. 

“Don't worry,” he said. “I can read your comment in your eyes.” You just narrowed your eyes at him, making him grin - he was eating every moment of this up. You weren’t sure how you felt about him already knowing you so well.

Your glare didn’t last very long before you felt the fat head of his cock press against you. A sharp inhale went through your nose in surprise, not expecting him to be quite that large - he was about the same size as some of your bigger toys. Your eyes rolled back as he began to slide his way into you. You groaned, gripping onto the shelving as you stretched around him. You could feel him throbbing against you as your own walls throbbed trying to expand enough to fit him.

You took each inch of him like a champ, spreading your legs more and bending over to get him to fit all inside of you. He eventually bottomed out and you both were panting as he paused for a moment. You could tell he was holding himself back, which you appreciated. You’d rather not have anything tear. That was never a pleasant experience.

“Look at that,” he breathed. “You took in every inch of me. Good job, baby.” His voice was low as he spoke into your ear. You weren’t exactly sure about the petname, but fuck hearing the praise made your head swim. What was up with you? You were never this submissive. 

You moved, pressing into him slightly as you whined. You needed him to move. He just chuckled, but luckily took the hint.

He pulled out of you slowly, almost agonizingly slow. You knew he had to be messing with you. You glared at him over your shoulder and he just grinned back at you. You had half a mind to take the apron out and say something. You started to reach for it when he slammed back into you. Your eyes widened, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as they rolled back. A strangled scream erupted from your throat as you felt yourself climax suddenly. Pleasure ripped through your body, every inch of you shaking as you held onto the shelves for dear life. 

Your breathing was heavy, labored. You hadn’t been expecting that in the slightest. You thought he’d take it a little easier, but at the same time you’d never felt anything that good…probably ever.

“Too much?” You looked at him through your blurred vision, shaking your head. A smile appeared on his face, replacing the concern that had been there. “I knew you could take it,” he said. In that moment, you realized he was panting pretty heavily too. His skin glistened with sweat, hair sticking to his face. Fuck, he was one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen in your life.

His hands gripped onto your hips and you knew you were about to have your shit absolutely rocked. You gripped the shelves, bracing yourself. As you predicted, he absolutely started to go to town. One way station to pound town, population: you. Or however the saying went. In moments, the sound of skin against skin mixed with grunts and moans was filling the walk in. You just silently prayed that the cooling system was loud enough to muffle the noise for the most part. 

You didn’t dwell on this too long as your mind was slipping further and further into the lusty abyss of pleasure. Your entire body felt like it was on fire despite the fans blowing right on the two of you. You wouldn’t have been surprised if you the cooler was going to end up being on the warmer side after all was said and done.

With the absolute ferocity he was drilling into you, you wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t walk or had some serious bruising tomorrow. You knew you’d have to push through it though because tomorrow was your double. Fuck, you really didn’t think this through. Hell, you didn’t think at all.

Again, your thoughts came and went, never sticking around for long and soon just nonexistent. Your eyes were practically glued to the back of your head as he used you. This was the railing of a lifetime. You’d already came once and you could feel yourself on the cusp of another. Killer was also about at his wits end too - his movements were growing more desperate and erratic.

You reached the edge first, feeling your body shudder once more as euphoria washed over you with your climax. You let out a muffled, long moan. His hips also stilled as he came hard as well. You were filled with warmth, feeling overly stuffed even more so before feeling some of it leaking down your leg. Damn, just how much did he unleash inside of you?

You were slumped against the shelving, trying to collect yourself. Your eyes were closed as you panted heavily, too weak to make any movement right now. Killer was panting too, placing soft kisses along your shoulders and neck while whispering soft praises that made your head spin a little more. 

After a few minutes, he reached over, pulling the soggy apron out of your mouth. “Holy shit,” you mumbled, coughing a bit. 

He slowly pulled out of you, making you whine slightly. You shivered as you were suddenly left empty, still too weak to move. He shoved himself back into his pants before helping you. He dressed you back up; pants on, apron around your waist. He stood you back up. “Are you alright?”

At this point, you weren’t sure - still on cloud nine. “I think I’ll be fine.” You stretched a bit, wincing slightly. “Tomorrow’s gonna suck though.” 

“I can cover for you.”

You looked at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. “No offense, but I think you’d be a shit server.” 

He frowned. “And here I thought shagging you would take the attitude out of you.” 

You raised a brow, putting your hands on your hips. “Is that what you thought? Sorry, this isn’t something that comes from needing to be laid. I’m just always a bitch - personality trait.” You shrugged, retying your apron. You fixed yourself up before looking over at Killer. You snorted, buttoning his shirt back up.

“Looks like I’ll just have to try again.” A smug smile appeared on his face and you looked at him, a smile tugging on the corners of your own. “You can try as many times as you want, loverboy. It ain’t happening.” 

“I’ll ice that cake anytime.” Your eyes widened at his words and he laughed. “Yeah, I heard your little baker comment earlier. So you like my ass?” He winked, making your face turn red. “Fix your hair,” you mumbled. “Make it look less obvious we just boned.”

“Yes, boss.”

You rolled your eyes, flinging the walk-in door open to reveal several of your coworkers standing there. Wire grinned widely, a smug look on his face. “Everyone owes me twenty bucks.” There were collective groans. “No one knows our head server better than me, you should’ve known better than to bet against me.” He shook his head, holding his hand out as everyone forked over money. 

“But they literally never sleep with anyone that works here ever,” someone protested, pouting.

You knew right then and there - you were never going to hear the end of this.

[gingerteafairy]

Pets, First Kisses and Small-Town Shenanigans (young!Jensen Ackles x f!reader)

It was summer—the most boring summer ever. Your parents had forced you to stay at your grandparents' house, hoping the fresh air and a break from "technological things" would do you good. Confined in a typical small town that could easily be explored by bike in less than a day, your only sources of excitement were a playground across the street and the local ice cream shop. Your biggest concern? Developing diabetes from overindulging in frozen treats. And of course, being kissed by the small toy boy without his dog jumps between again.

Tags: young jensen ackles x female reader, fluff, dogs, cats, songs, kinda crack fic, cursing, friends to lovers (?), he's just so cute, shyness lol.Words: +3k

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"Sweetie, don’t you want to explore the other side of town?" your grandma suggested one morning, pouring herself a cup of tea.

You looked up from your cereal box, raising an eyebrow. "There’s another side?"

She smiled knowingly. "If you go past the forest, you’ll find a beautiful lake—ducks, birds, fish, and the most wonderful flowers. I bet you'd love it."

Her words sparked a glimmer of interest in your otherwise dull routine. "Thanks, Grandma," you said with a grin, taking the last bite of your sandwich. "Finally, something interesting in this town!"

Grabbing your backpack, you stepped outside to find your old bike waiting, ready for adventure. What your grandmother failed to mention, however, was how far this “other side” actually was.

After what felt like centuries of pedaling—two hours, in reality—you finally arrived. The scene before you was utterly magical. Children laughed as they played, couples enjoyed picnic dates, and a group of teenagers strummed guitars, singing in harmony. A quaint bridge beckoned you to leave your bike under a shady tree and cross on foot.

On the other side, you were greeted by a fairytale-like view: lush green grass, vibrant butterflies, and little ducks gliding across a crystal-clear lake. The air was fresh and pure, unlike anything you'd ever experienced. As if on cue, your headphones began to play an instrumental melody, perfectly matching the serene atmosphere.

You were so entranced that you didn’t notice the large golden retriever charging toward you. The next thing you knew, you were on the soft grass, your disconnected headphones beside you, with the dog happily sniffing your skin.

“Oh my God, I’m going to die,” you laughed, the ticklish sensation reducing you to a fit of giggles.

"Shit!" A male voice broke through your laughter. The dog was swiftly lifted off you, and you looked up to see a boy—probably your age—frantically apologizing. "I’m so sorry! He’s—ugh—such a bad dog!"

He extended a hand, helping you to your feet. As you dusted yourself off, you froze. Standing in front of you was, without a doubt, the hottest guy you’d ever seen.

Before you could gather your thoughts, your phone interrupted the silence:

"Something happens and I'm head over heels…

I’ll never find out 'til I’m head over heels…"

The song blasted loudly, your forgotten cell phone making its presence embarrassingly known.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, fumbling to turn off the music. Your hands shook as you hastily placed your headphones around your neck, the lyrics still echoing in your mind. The irony wasn’t lost on you, but that didn’t make it any less mortifying.

The boy raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching with amusement. “Great timing. Big Tears for Fears fan, huh?”

You nodded awkwardly, brushing dirt off your shirt. “Y-yeah, I love this song,” you stammered, willing yourself to sound normal.

“They don’t make songs like that anymore,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “And hey, it’s kind of fitting, don’t you think? Head over heels—literally.”

You groaned, half-laughing despite your embarrassment. “Please don’t remind me.”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” he replied, grinning as he crouched down to pet the dog. Max was now sprawled on his back, tongue lolling out in utter joy.

“He’s so cute,” you said, kneeling beside him.

“Don’t let that face fool you,” He said, shooting Max a mock glare. “He’s a menace. Aren’t you, buddy?”

Max let out a cheerful bark, clearly unbothered by the accusation.

“I don’t know,” you said, scratching behind Max’s ears. “I think he’s just misunderstood.”

“Misunderstood?” He laughed. “Trust me, he’s been plotting world domination since the day I got him. Step one: tackle random strangers.”

You giggled, unable to help yourself. “Well, if that’s his plan, he’s off to a great start.”

He sighed dramatically. “Don’t encourage him. He’s already got an ego. Next thing you know, he’ll be demanding gourmet treats and a Netflix subscription.”

Your laughter came out louder this time, and you quickly covered your mouth, embarrassed. “I don’t think dogs watch Netflix.”

“He would,” He said with a smirk.

Finally, you noticed the name on the dog’s collar. “Max,” you read aloud. “You’re a smart little troublemaker, aren’t you?”

“Smart and crazy,” He corrected, running a hand through his hair. “Story of my life. I'm Jensen.”

You introduced yourself, shaking his hand, though the instant you realized your palm was sweaty, you cursed inwardly.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, his tone surprisingly warm.

Despite your embarrassment, you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. Jensen seemed to have that effect—making even the most awkward situations feel easy.

The rest of the conversation flowed easily, with Jensen explaining that his family owned a pet shop and that Max, though only three months old, was already as big as a grown dog. At one point, noticing the dirt on your clothes, he slipped off his jacket and handed it to you.

“Here,” he said, draping it over your arm. “You can give it back tomorrow—assuming you survive the trip to this side of town again.”

You hesitated, unsure whether to accept. “Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to—”

“It’s fine,” he interrupted with a grin. “I insist. Besides, it looks better on you. A bit oversized, but we can call it a statement piece.”

You laughed softly, despite the warmth rising in your cheeks. His playful demeanor and gentle concern made your heart race more than once.

“Uhm… I need to go—FUCK!” you cursed as you took a step, your twisted ankle flaring in pain.

Jensen was at your side instantly. “Jesus. Let me help you,” he said, offering his hand.

You hesitated, embarrassed. “I-I’m fine—”

“You just cursed at the sidewalk,” he pointed out, raising an eyebrow. “And trust me, I’ve seen enough limps to know that’s not fine. Come on.”

Reluctantly, you let him loop your arm around his shoulders, his hand steady on your waist. The closeness made you hyper-aware of everything—his cologne, the warmth of his skin, the way his grip was firm but careful.

Jensen helped you into his car, a sleek blue vehicle that smelled faintly of leather and pine. Max jumped into the backseat, wagging his tail as though he hadn’t just tackled you moments ago.

“Can you describe your bike? I'll bring it back to you.” Jensen asked as he secured your seatbelt, his voice soft but focused.

“Red, with Pokémon stickers,” you murmured, wincing as you adjusted your ankle.

He nodded, jogging back toward the tree where you’d left it. You watched through the windshield as he carefully loaded your bike onto the car’s roof, securing it with ropes. There was something oddly captivating about the way he moved, his effortless confidence mingling with a subtle nervousness you found endearing.

The ride home was unexpectedly peaceful, though a quiet tension hung in the air—a tension that felt new, electric. The car’s radio played The Tide Is High by Blondie, and while you had Jensen pegged as more of a rugged, rock-music type, he didn’t change the station. You swayed gently in your seat to the rhythm, trying to focus on the music rather than the way the sunlight framed his jawline.

“You’re really into this, huh?” he asked suddenly, his lips curving into a smirk as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

“What?” You blinked, caught off guard.

“The music. You’re moving like you’re at a concert,” he teased, tapping the steering wheel in time with the beat. “Big girly pop fan?”

“Well, it’s better than sitting still,” you shot back, crossing your arms playfully. “What about you? I’m guessing your playlist is full of moody guitar solos and angry lyrics.”

“Ouch,” he said, feigning offense. “I have layers, you know. Complex, mysterious layers.”

“Sure, Jensen. Layers like an onion,” you quipped, earning a chuckle from him that made your stomach flutter.

A comfortable silence settled for a moment, though your eyes couldn’t help but drift toward him. The sharp angles of his profile, the way his hands gripped the wheel—it was annoyingly distracting.

When his gaze flicked to you at a red light, you quickly turned to stare out the window, your cheeks flaming.

“Caught you,” he said softly, the teasing lilt in his voice unmistakable.

“I wasn’t—” you started, but he held up a hand.

“No need to explain. It’s okay to admire greatness,” he joked, earning an exaggerated eye roll from you.

Before long, the familiar sight of your grandparents’ house came into view. Jensen pulled into the driveway and parked, then quickly stepped out to come around to your side.

“You don’t have to—” you began as he opened your door, but he was already helping you out, his hands steady as he supported your weight.

“I’m not leaving you to hobble on your own,” he said firmly, his tone playful but unwavering. “What kind of gentleman would I be?”

“Oh, you’re a gentleman now?” you teased, clutching his arm as he guided you toward the porch.

“Always have been,” he replied, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I just hide it under my mysterious, onion-like layers.”

You laughed despite yourself, the sound light and genuine. As you reached the porch, he paused, turning to face you fully.

“Think you’ll survive without me?” he asked, his voice softer now, though the teasing edge lingered.

“I don’t know,” you said dramatically, resting your hand over your heart. “It’s going to be tough, but I think I’ll manage.”

“Alright, hop on,” he said, turning his back to you and gesturing for you to climb onto his shoulders.

“Wait, what?” You blinked at him, confused.

“You heard me,” he said over his shoulder, glancing back with an amused expression. “I’m not letting you walk on that ankle. So, hop on.”

“I can walk just fine,” you argued, though your throbbing ankle begged to differ.

“Sure, and I’m a ballet dancer,” he replied dryly, his hands gripping your arm to help you up. “Come on. You’ll slow us both down if you try to be stubborn.”

With a resigned sigh, you climbed onto his back, your arms wrapping hesitantly around his shoulders. He adjusted you slightly, making sure you were secure.

“Hold on tight. I don’t want you tumbling off and blaming me.”

He started toward the house, his steps surprisingly steady despite your added weight. You couldn’t resist teasing him.

“You know, I expected you to grunt or groan, but you’re not even breaking a sweat,” you said.

“Are you saying I should struggle?” he asked, glancing back with a mock-wounded expression. “I’m trying to be heroic here. Don’t ruin the moment.”

You giggled, tightening your hold just slightly. “Alright, fine. Heroic it is. But I’m warning you, my grandma’s going to get ideas when she sees this.

“Good,” he replied without missing a beat. “Maybe she’ll give me brownie points.”

As you reached the porch, the door swung open, revealing your grandmother’s wide grin.

“Well, isn’t this a sight?” she exclaimed, hands on her hips. “The little Ackles boy!” your grandmother’s voice rang out as she opened the door. Her face lit up with recognition, and she pulled him into a tight hug.

“Ms. Hudgens, hi!” Jensen laughed, his tone a mix of warmth and mild embarrassment.

“You’ve grown into such a handsome young man! Just look at you,” she gushed, pinching his cheeks like he was still a child.

You groaned inwardly. “Grandma, can we not do this right now?”

“Oh, of course, sweetie!” she chirped, stepping aside to let Jensen help you to the couch.

Once you were settled, he knelt to examine your ankle, his brows furrowing in concern. “You should keep this elevated,” he advised.

“Thanks, Dr. Jensen,” you teased, though the warmth in your voice betrayed your growing affection.

He laughed softly, reaching into his pocket for a scrap of paper. “Here,” he said, handing it to you. “That’s my number. In case you need to go to the hospital or, you know… anything else.”

You took the paper, heart fluttering at the sincerity in his gaze.

“Bye, Ms. Hudgens,” he called as he headed for the door, pausing to give you one last smile. “See you tomorrow?”

You nodded, trying to suppress the goofy grin threatening to take over your face.

When the door clicked shut, you let out a small squeal, covering your mouth to muffle the sound.

“Calm down, sweetie,” your grandmother said with a knowing smile as she began wrapping your ankle in a bandage.

You leaned back on the couch, thoughts swirling with images of Jensen’s warm smile, the way his hair caught the light, and the gentle concern in his voice.

“He’s a good boy, cupcake,” your grandmother remarked, tapping your knee knowingly.

“Who?” you asked, feigning ignorance.

She gave you a pointed look, one that said she’d lived long enough to recognize budding feelings when she saw them. “Don’t worry,” she added with a wink. “Mum’s the word.”

You laughed despite yourself, the sound light and genuine.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through your window, pulling you from a restless sleep. Your ankle felt marginally better, though still tender. Determined not to let it ruin your day, you hobbled to the shower, already brainstorming an outfit that might catch Jensen’s eye.

After a quick cleanup, you settled on a simple but flattering dress. Miss Pumpkin, ever the mischievous queen of chaos, leapt onto your bed as if plotting to ruin your chosen attire.

“Not today, Miss Pumpkin,” you warned, sticking out your tongue. The cat hissed in response before strutting out of the room, tail swishing indignantly.

As you slipped on the dress, the doorbell rang, and a grin spread across your face. You glanced in the mirror one last time, smoothing your hair and trying not to limp as you made your way downstairs.

Standing on the porch was Jensen, his tall frame leaning casually against the doorframe. His hair was slicked back, revealing sharp cheekbones and that devastatingly warm smile. When his eyes met yours, he seemed to falter for a moment, his gaze dipping briefly before he cleared his throat.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice just a bit softer than usual. “Feeling better?”

“Totally,” you lied, shifting your weight awkwardly. Just seeing him was enough to dull the ache in your ankle.

His green eyes lingered on you for a second longer than necessary before he looked away, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Good.”

Before the moment could stretch into something more, your grandmother appeared behind you, her eyes lighting up like she’d been waiting for this exact moment.

“Sweetie, Jensen was just telling me he’s having a birthday party tomorrow!” she exclaimed, patting his shoulder. “You should go.”

You blinked, taken aback. Your grandmother, who spent most of her days knitting and watching soap operas, was actively encouraging you to go to a party with a boy?

Jensen, meanwhile, looked equally startled, though a faint blush crept up his neck. “You don’t have to, really,” he started, but you cut him off.

“I want to go,” you blurted, your voice a touch too loud. Realizing how eager you sounded, you quickly added, “I mean… yeah, I’d love to come.”

His smile stretched wide at your response, so genuine it made your chest feel impossibly warm. “Great. I’ll pick you up at eight.”

You nodded, heart racing as you watched him head toward his car. The way he turned back to flash you one last grin before driving off only added to the giddy anticipation building inside you.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Thoughts of Jensen filled every quiet moment, from the way his eyes softened when he looked at you to the gentle laugh he couldn’t quite suppress when your grandmother called him “the little Ackles boy.”

That night, as your grandmother turned off the light in your room, she paused in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the hall.

“It’s mutual, you know,” she said with a knowing smile before closing the door.

Her words echoed in your mind as you lay in bed, hugging your pillow and grinning like a fool. Could she be right?

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Roommate!Kats is on the brain who tells you he can hear you getting off to him in your room when you're so sure you're being quiet. He wants to show you how good he can fuck you and makes a bet with you that you're probably going to lose. Get your checkbook ready.

C/W ::: A bit of misrepresentation of the situation (but god who cares), Unprotected sex P->V, sex bet. *aged up Kats*

Bakugo shrugs. "I don't care if you agree with me or not. I see how you look at me. I hear you at night sometimes. Bah! Who'm I kiddin'. I hear you a lot. 'Oh, oh god ... Kats ... fuck yes. Right - oh fuck - right there!' 'M not stupid." He realized what he'd just said and how he'd just said it. But he wanted to prove a point to you: That he knows you're solely after his cock.

You think it would be in your best interest not to argue with him. But he was being so presumptuous right now.

"How can someone who thinks so little of himself have such an ego, huh, super star? Jesus. I'm not saying 'Kats', I'm ... I'm saying ..." You squinted your eyes at him and pursed your lips. "... um, I'm saying 'THAT'S'. Not your stupid name. Arrogant much. Fuckin' hell." Your face was turning a few shades pinker the more your arousal puddled out of your cunt. Even looking at him while he has that angry snarl on his face. All you can think about is pulling his pants down and taking his cock all the way down your throat and sucking on him until his balls are so empty that he can't possibly squeeze out one more little microscopic particle of cum.

The thought made you shake your head and roll your eyes.

He stood there with his eyes trained on your little nervous tics in reaction to his comments. And to your filthy thoughts, that luckily, he wasn't privy to.

Yet.

He knows he has you cornered. Worse yet, you know he has you cornered.

You avoid his gaze and try to step around his large body. He's almost completely blocking the hallway of your small, shared apartment. "Goin' somewhere, puddin'?" Your body stiffens at the name he calls you. He pushes himself off of the wall so that he's standing directly in the middle of the way now. "Tell ya what, if you can get by me or somehow manage to move me, I'll shut up about this and we'll never speak of it again.

"You're full of shit, Kats. There's no way I could ever get passed you. You're practically taking up the whole damn area as it is and you're not even huffin' and puffin' yet. Look, I'm telling you, I'm not fucking myself and thinking about you. Just get over yourself. Now move, I want to go lay down."

He smirked. "Lay down." He said with air quotes. "Is that code for fuck yourself stupid while you're thinking of me? You know, I could just fuck you, roomie. You've been lookin' at me extra close these last few months. And what long months they've been. Huh?"

You hated him. The second the words 'I could just fuck you' left his mouth, your cunt clenched around nothing. You swear you felt a tear run down your leg from how sad and lonely the poor thing was. "You couldn't make me cum if I told you how to do it. Just ..." You pushed on his stomach trying to get him to budge. But you were only met with resistance. You weren't prepared for how hard his body was. Like, you'd seen it plenty of times when he's running around shirtless. Those damn sweats hanging off of his hips.

"Hnno-gaw." You made a noise that resembled something along the lines of "No" and "Oh my god." Neither of you knew what it was supposed to be. What you did know, is how fucking tempting his offer to fuck you and get it out of the way was. "NO! Goddamn it, Kats. M-move. Now!"

"I'm not goin' anywhere until you admit that you stuff that little cunt of yours full of your fingers and say my name. I'm off for the rest of the holiday, so I got nothin' but time. Balls in your court, loser.

You stood there glaring at him. Trying to come up with a rational reason why you shouldn't let him rail you. But you couldn't think of one. And that made you even more angry. "Fine." You said, throwing your arms up and then placing your hands on your hips. "I'll play your fucking game, Kats. I do masturbate. I say your name ... sometimes. But ... ugh. Are you happy?"

He had the most devilish shit-eating grin on his face. "Mmm, not ... not yet. I wanna hear all about what you do with your fingers."

You put one hand on each shoulder and got on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "I ... have ... toys for that." The way he gasped at your admission you'd think he'd never even heard of such a blasphemous thing in his life.

But it wasn't that.

No.

It was how he grabbed you and hoisted you up onto his hips and held you there by the fat of your ass. It was the way he kissed your neck and lips so hungrily like you were the first breath of fresh air he'd had in months. It was how he slammed you against the wall and smashed his groin against yours. And how you groaned into his mouth when you realized he was already hard.

You could feel his cock throbbing against your stomach, begging for release. "Shit." You whispered, breaking the kiss. "Katsuki, I - uh - I ... fuck. I've been thinking about this for a while. Oh god. I can't ... fuck. Ok? Yes! Yes I think about you when I'm stuffing my cunt full of toys! When I'm playing with my clit in the shower!"

He bit your neck and moaned. "So, so dirty. I ... I fucking love it. You have no idea how hot it is to know you get off to me."

You pulled back from the his lips, "Wait, I ... I thought you already ... knew?" He closed his mouth and wouldn't look you in the eye. "You little fuck! You didn't know?"

"What's it matter now! I mean, I was just giving you shit. But it is, y/n. Shit. It's so fuckin' hot." He slid his hand down to your cunt and felt how wet you already were. "Fuck. So wet. You want my cock yeah, huh?"

"Yes, Kats." You glared at him playfully and slid down the front of his body and followed him to his room.

As soon as you walked in to his space you were met with a wall of his smell. It was so warm and sexy; Sandlewood and Cedar. It felt strange to be in there with him. Almost like a dream.

But it was real.

You watched him strip down and get completely naked. His cock was ... really, really nice, to say the least. The head was so plump and swollen, you almost didn't want to take your eyes off of it. "Kats."

"What the hell are you lookin' at, dumbass?" He got on the bed and laid down. "Come over here and ride me. Let me see those tits bouncing while you fuck yourself on my cock."

You took your clothes off and crawled on top of him. He ran his hands up and down your sides, feeling your curves and how hot your skin was. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard, roomie."

You sank down onto his cock and gasped. "Holy ... Kats! ... o- oh, fuck ... oh god, Kats. You're so fucking big." He moaned into your neck and let his hands roam all over your body.

"Let's make a bet?" He ran his tongue over your nipples and then continued his proposal. "I make you cum 3 times in 30 minutes and you pay my share of rent next month. I don't, I pay your half and electricity."

You were well on your way to having your first orgasm and he wasn't even doing anything special. "Mhm, mhm ... fuckfuckfuck ..."

He looked up at you and smiled. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Just - oh goddd, oh fuck, Kats - just shut the fuck up. I'll pay. I'll pay it anyway." You said as he flipped you over and showed you why it was worth your time (and money) to give him a chance.

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[deadtwinksdetectiveagency]

Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me, huh? TOO BAD!!!

New page up! Read from the beginning here.

[howlingday]

Day 9 of "9 Days of Lancaster"

Hero ◇ Firsts

"It's still weird, isn't it?" Jaune looked behind him and smiled as Ruby walked up. She stood by his side as they looked up to the statues of them bravely looking forward, away from New Beacon. More accurately, Jaune was pointing forward with his sword while Ruby soared above him with her scythe extended behind her. Behind them, their teams ran forward, each brandishing their weapons as they faced the Grimm in the final days of The War on Salem. "Seeing a statue of us?"

"Is it really us?" Jaune pointed up. "I don't remember your nose being that round. I always thought it was more pointy."

"It is not." Ruby brought a hand to her nose, feeling while looking at her statue. "Is it?"

"I've seen enough of your face to know that it doesn't look like you."

"What about you? Your cheeks aren't that sharp, either." Ruby pouted.

"Yeah, I always thought I had more of a boyish chub to my cheeks." Jaune rubbed his fingers over them, finding them as pliable as dough. "What do you think?"

"I think I like your face more than his." Ruby leaned into him. "It's still so weird for me. Getting all this attention, getting this statue, being everyone's hero..."

"Yeah." Jaune slipped an arm around Ruby's back, pulling her close. "I just wish everyone was here to see it."

"I'm sure Pyrrha would have also pointed out how wrong your cheeks are." Jaune chuckled.

"You know, it's funny." He looked down to her. "The statue of Pyrrha is almost perfect, but I think that's only because her mom was there to say whether or not it looked like her."

"You met her mom?"

"Yup. She was delivering flowers to her. Sometimes I forget I wasn't her first fan."

"Well, it's hard to compete with family, you know." Ruby said with a smile. "My first fan was Mom, Dad, Yang, Uncle Qrow..."

"Really? Qrow?"

"Well, he wouldn't admit it, but Dad said he made the graduation banner for me when I finished my first year of school."

"Huh. Well, nothing beats my first fan."

"Your parents?" Ruby asked.

"Well, no, not really." Jaune sighed. "To be honest, I still need to see them. The last time I saw them was before I left for Beacon, and back then it felt like they didn't believe in me."

"What about your sisters?"

"Nope. To them I was the same crybaby little brother who got stung by a bee or would sing annoying songs to get out of being their dress-up doll." Ruby giggled. "No, my first fan was probably Pyrrha. Then Ren and Nora. Then... I wanna say Adrian."

"How is he, by the way?"

"He's doing good. He's got these dreams of becoming a huntsman just like his favorite uncle." Jaune brought a hand up to his eye. "It's enough to make this old man cry."

"Oh, you're not that old."

"Wanna bet?" Jaune smirked.

"No, because I know you'd cheat, like you always do."

Jaune gasped, then feigned hurt in dramatic fashion. "No! Say it isn't so! Betrayed by own wife!"

"Oh, stop!" Ruby laughed. "Besides, you know that by the end of the day, you'll always be my hero."

"And you'll always be mine." Jaune smiled, holding Ruby close. He then leaned down as she stretched up and the two then kissed. He held her cheek while she rubbed his back. It was a perfect embrace for this perfect couple. They pulled away, both smiling at each other still. "Wanna get something to eat?"

"Yeah. Ooh, can we try that noodle place?" Ruby said, walking away from the statue.

"The same one that's been going since we were in Beacon?" Jaune asked, following her.

"Yeah! I heard they have a new hot sauce you can put on your noodles!"

"Ugh, you know I don't like hot sauce."

"That's fine. I'll have mine spicy and you can have bland noodles, like you."

As the two playfully bickered, they continued walking, jumping, sprinting, jumping, and falling at one point along the way. And though they both looked back to the statue, they never stopped continuing to move forward.

The End

[teehggins]

Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. How you doing? And why you ain't come to a game yet, huh? // @ref1ccos

[sunnylands-world]

OK LAST ONE FOR THE EVENT

i've been obsessed with the way you write vamp draco so like- i need 🧍‍♀️🫂

My Favorite

Pairing: vampire draco x fem reader

Summary: Draco is obsessed with your thighs so he finds a new way to enjoy them…

Word count: 770

Warning: biting, slapping, thigh fucking?[Is that a thing Idk but I made it one] dirty talk, degrading kink, [whore is said], Draco cums on the reader, reader has thick thighs. Let me know if I missed anything

Universe: vampire

A/n: sooo…idk what this is I just thought of it...hope you like it!! 🥺

And as always leave a comment! even just something random 💙 and reblog!!

Draco had this obsession with your thighs. He'd consistently have one of his hands resting on you. And if you were fucking, he'd have to touch them; rather that be kissing, sucking, licking, holding, he'd do one or all. It was his favorite place to rest his head. You can't forget how much he loved being between them. He'd whisper against your skin while he tasted you, leaving the words on your thighs.

Thinking about it was enough to cause your panties to soak. He was resting there now, hand positioned by him kneading the area, his fingers nearly slipping between them as he watched the film.

"Can I do something?" he announced, looking away from the screen. His hair was a mess when you looked; the cause was him lying on you. His soft blonde hair was untamed.

"something?" You raised a brow in confusion.

"well I- can I just show you" he uttered. Not once in your time with him had you seen your vampire boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, stumble over his words. You knew something was up, but you nodded anyway. Next thing you know, you're pulled forward, back against the pillows, legs spread wide, and shorts are gone. You have to say this was rather strange.

"Look Draco, I love you, but if you're about to try and put something up my–" "what the fuck no just- hold on" he shook his head, eyes shutting, baffled.

"Hey, I was just saying, it was in a sex article as a way to try something new in the bedroom," you explained. He huffed.

"I told you not to read that bullshit." He was focused on your thighs like an artwork. You rolled your eyes. You look up at the ceiling, suddenly interested in the details. The teeth against your inner thigh pull you from your thoughts. He was biting into extra fat that acted as a barrier to you–

"ow, what are you doing?" you shouted, looking at him fixed between your legs.

"Just marking you" he groaned, sucking the dough of your skin into his mouth, his tongue flickering against the sting. He continued his assault on your thighs, making you hiss at the burn till his hips were grinding against the mattress. He pulled back, cock hard and showing through his checkered green and black pants. He didn't say anything, tugging your underwear down, his fingers leaving goosebumps behind.

He moves on his knees, humming in approval before he grabs your legs, holding them together, pushing them towards your chest.

"Hold them," he ordered. grabbing your legs still a bit confused, then you feel the glide of Draco's cock up your slit, into the crevasses of your closed legs. The swallow tip shows as he pushes forward. He moves slowly, testing the waters till his hips are moving swiftly, his cock brushing your clit.

"fuck" he groaned, with his head falling back. your legs become sore but lessen from the warm, tense feeling that swirls deep in your belly. Draco was in his own world; his lip between his teeth, his cock sliding through your slippery, wet folds. He's thrusting forward, eyes shut, muscles tense chasing his release. quiet moans escape you; the intense bliss tempting you to pull away and run from it at the same time.

"your so dirty letting me fuck myself between your thighs" he teased, his fangs skimming over your ankle.

"bet you'd let me do anything to you huh?" he enquired, eyes twinkling red to blue. you nodded. He shook his head, slapping your thigh to take you from your drunken state.

"I'd let you do anything to me Draco'' you sigh, pussy coating his thick length in your arousal.

"good girl" he breathes, hips snapping frenetically as he nears his end.

"Want me to cum on you, my little whore?" he asked, pace beginning to stutter.

"yes, yes, please" you beg, trying to buck into him. Your nails digging in your skin, pussy dripping down your ass.

"God, fuck, pull your shirt up." he moans. You pull up your top, letting him hold your legs. He curses, shooting the ropes of cum onto you.

The burning sensation finally eases, sheets wet with your arousal, an explosion going off inside you.

"oh Draco, fuck" he comes to a stop after a few lazy thrusts, pulling from your closed legs, and dropping them gently. He moves from the bed to get a warm towel before coming back and whipping you clean, kissing your forehead with an I love you.

He lies beside you, hand on your thigh like always when he sleeps.

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Chapter 65

Third POV

Police sirens can be heard, getting closer and closer to the home. The three go back to Eboni's room and climb down the window. Just as they were about to book it into the forest, a sound of a gun clocking. The three turn around, Eboni forced behind Jeff.

"Years, I waited. Fucking waited for this moment."

Eboni peeks around Jeff, sighing heavily. "....Michael? Really? How did you -"

"No one believed a word I said! I knew it was you that killed them, but I know you had help - and motive. Then we came across that kid you claimed raped you. Maaaaaaan, that was something gruesome! Smith still wouldn't listen to me! So I rain off, trusted my gut - now here we are!"

"Damn... you talk too much." BEN grumbles, rolling his eyes.

Jeff claps sarcastically, grinning. "Well, good job, dectivite! I bet this shit is feeding your ego juuuuust right - huh?" The smiling killer mocks.

"Yeah, keep smiling. I'm gonna have the last laugh! And you..." Michael trails off, glaring daggers at Eboni. "I knew you had a few screws loose. A crazy bitch like you should've been locked away in a mental institution ages ago!"

That is enough to make Jeff frown. He steps forward, making the male place a finger over his trigger. "I don't give a shit what you say about me, but you better watch your fucking mouth when it comes to what's mine."

Michael raises a brow, tilting his head. "Well, this just keeps getting better, huh!? I'll get to take away someone you care about - just like how you did me!"

Jeff stares at the male for a moment, huffing. "Gonna have to be more specific here. I have a lot of victims." He chuckles.

At this point, Micheal's face becomes red with anger. "You... YOU KILLED MY BROTHERS!"

Jeff picks at his ear, looking at BEN - the demon shrugging, not having a clue who this guy is still. "Ok? What makes you so fucking special?"

"Does the name Justin ring any bells?" Micheal questions, enjoying Jeff's reaction. "Yeah... yeah, the one you claimed bullied you alongside Spencer! You killed them... Then, after you escaped that psych ward, you killed my parents! YOU TOOK MY FAMILY AWAY FROM ME!"

"No...no I gave them peace. But Justin?" Jeff begins to laugh, eyes now bloodshot with rage. "He played a part in making me. Freeing me even! Why are you playing dumb? Trying to seek revenge for the guilt you feel? You wish you were with them that day? To save them or to die with them? Doesn't matter to me - you'd just be another victim."

Just as Jeff said that, police cars surround them. BEN curses under his breath. He's not supposed to be seen in the public, let alone known. Sure, many know of his existence and back, sorry- but there's never been any evidence to make up many claims. If any of these cops have dash cams, then it can lead to a serious problem with slenderman.

"And you'll just be another inmate on death row!"

Eboni quickly pulls out her gun, annoyed with Michael's threats. There's no way she's losing the freedom she finally gained thanks to Jeff. Just as Eboni aims her gun, a shot rings through the air. She cries out, dropping her gun and holding her shoulder in pain.

Jeff's eyes seem to bug out of his head. The two locks eyes, Eboni's drowning in pain & fear. This isn't how their Christmas is supposed to go. They're supposed to be back at the slender mansion by now. So Jeff looks at BEN for help, but he's let down and also taken aback. Michael has the watering holes, spraying the demon with water.

Michael laughs mockingly. "Not so tuff now, huh? You thought I didn't do enough research? Myth or not, I wasn't taking any chances."

Jeff lost sight of reason and raises his fist to try and punch Micheal, but Mr. Smith shoots Jeff in both of his legs. The killer stumbles but refuses to fall, so Smith & three other officers jump on him, keeping Jeff pinned to the ground and hand cuffs them.

"Jeff!- get the fuck off me!" Eboni shouts, trying to shake the two cops holding her down.

The two share a look of distress. Slenderman should know what's happening. He should be here by now, their back in his jurisdiction. There's no way he's decided to disregard them due to them leaving his bubble of protection? But Eboni's his next project. He can't be this far ahead to see that Eboni will only listen to Jeff - right?

No matter. Jeff will figure something out. He always does - he has to. He can't look defeated in front of her. She's watching his every move, every reaction. Any slight change in his face will make her piece together, his thoughts racing in panic. So what does Jeff do?

He gives her his signature smile.

"Smile princess." He instructs, earning his face to be shoved into the ground.

"Get off of him! Don't do that - Jeff!"

Jeff forces his face up despite the strength of the officer trying to force it back down. "I said smile, princess!" He laughs loudly, snickering in between.

Eboni watches, tears filling her eyes. But she smiles. This time, this short time spent free with Jeff has been the best moment of her life - the best day of her entire existence. Eboni is devoted to Jeff, so no matter what's to come- she will keep her loyalty to him. Nothing can sway her, but if... someone - something can -

"You have the right to remain silent! Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of......la- bah!"

Suddenly, all the weight holding the two lovebirds are lifted, followed by the sound of fearful screams and loud gunfire. Jeff stays on the ground due to the flying bullets but crawls over to Eboni. He places half of his weight on top of her to shield her, raising his head to asset what's happening.

His eyes widen at the sight. A being standing ten feet tall, grey gasly skin, glowing red eyes, black horns that seem to glow based on the ceatures mood, razor sharp teeth, pony ears, and sharp claws- reaching six inches. This being is also dressed in a suit similar to Slenderman's, but a few buttons are undone, and his tie is low but still together.

The creature continues its bloodbath, ripping through the officers like pieces of raw meat. It truly is a sight to see. Though, the huge question is lingering within Jeff's mind. Just what the hell is Zalgo doing here? The demon king turns to Micheal, licking the blood off his claws with its long slippery tongue - stretching six inches.

"You humans all have different flavors. All based on your final rush of emotions. Fear, anguish, desperation - but the one I favor the most is rage. The hot, steamy taste of rageful blood has a nice spicy tang to it, don't you think?"

Michael is trembling, having witnessed his colleagues being torn to shreds - but he won't show fear, at least on his face. He aims his gun at Zalgo, emptying the clip. A laugh leaves the beast, one low yet mixed with different pitches & voices. The demon king stretches his arm, his claws digging deep into Michael's stomach.

The male cries out as he lifts from the ground, blood pouring out of his mouth. The creature brings him itches from his face, his tongue licking down his cheek to his throat.

"Such fire, Michael. Hope you taste just as good!"

Zalgo would then bite the male's head off, swallowing it whole. He drops the corpse, licking his claws clean. The demon king then turns his attention to BEN, laughing at his pitiful state.

"I question why you went to Slenderman instead of living with your own kind, BEN." Zalgo sighs, using fire from the palm of his hand to dry the water quickly.

When dried enough, BEN quickly glitches away, helping Jeff & Eboni off the ground. She stares at the being, not having a clue who nor what it may be. She whimpers, clenching her shoulder. The bullet lodged in her shoulder. Zalgo moves to step forward, but Jeff is quick to pull out his knife and shield his girl.

"Step the fuck back.", the smiling killer warns.

"Or what? Gonna attack me with your wittle bitty knife? Oh goodness, I'm terrified!" Zalgo mocks, laughing.

Jeff grinds his teeth together, about to lung forward, but Zalgo holds his hands up in mock surrender. "Relax, kid! Jeez, I'm not here for you. I'm here for the girl."

Eboni's eyes widen, trying to look over Jeff. "Me? What hell you want with me? What even are you? Who are you?"

"Soooooooooo many questions, but fine - I'll humor you. I'm Zalgo! The demon king, or Lord. Either is fine - you may have heard the saying 'He comes. He who hides behind the walls.' " He grins.

"Hold on...as in -"

"Yes, yes. My two useless daughters. I am aware that you are acquainted with them. In fact, that's when I took an odd interest in you." He hums, tilting his head.

The demon king notices how still reluctantly the three are to speak, so he sighs heavily. "Perhaps I should present myself in a more friendly form."

Zalgo begins to shapeshift. His height lowers to six five, grayish gasly skin now a pale yet tanned shade. One eye is a normal oval green while the other is inky black with red irises. His nails are painted black, hair a burgundy red, markings on his throat that resemble a choker, rings littering his fingers, and piercings in his ears. He's still dressed in a suit, though this time a vest instead of a suit jacket. Eboni has to admit that he does look fairly attractive for a psychotic demon king.

"Now. Let's talk."

"What the fuck do you want with my girl?", Jeff questions with clenched teeth.

"As stated before, I'm interested in her. Not in the way you're thinking, lover boy. Still surprised you let a mere thing make her make you all soft."

"Zalgo, I'm not in the mood for your shit! Get to talking or -"

"You used to be all for shits and giggles. Jeez, you literally have a smile on your fa-"

"I didn't do that shit myself, and you know it!"

"Struck a nerve, I guess."

Eboni rubs her hand up and down Jeff's back, hoping to calm him. She turns her attention back to the demon king. "I'm nothing special, at least not to someone with high power."

"Oh, but you are, child! Slenderman has been dying to get his hands on you. God, could you just imagine the look on his face when I take you right from under him!?"

"He can't - He's faceless, dipshit."

Zalgo raises a brow, placing a hand on his chin and tilting his head. "My my...you are feisty. Just like your mo-"

"Get on with it, Zalgo. We're all exhausted after today!" BEN snaps quickly, confusing the two.

The demon lord puts two and two together, bursting into a fit of laughter. "Alright, alright. It's not my place to say anyway, but it will be if you accept what I have to offer."

"Which is?" Eboni questions, Jeff giving her a look of warning, but she shrugs it off - doubting she'll even ponder on it.

"Work under me. You know the jest- kill, collect souls - blah blah blah. You get a place to stay, anything you want I'd give you."

"What's the catch?"

"A catch? Oh kid, there isn't one! All I want are souls."

"Don't shit me. I'm not some stupid bitch. What is it that you want from me in return? When deals sound to good to be true, there's always a catch - hidden within the fine print or in your words."

"Oooooooooooo! You're a smart one! Fine, fine! It's nothing too big - nothing major. All I want is your soul."

"What!?" Jeff shouts, now fuming again. "Fuck no! She's mine! She only answers to me! Eboni belongs to me!"

Zalgo laughs, shaking his head. "Cute declaration!" He snaps his fingers, Jeff's lips disappear. "But I don't think I asked for your opinion."

"Jeff!" Eboni shouts, trying to keep him from lunging at Zalgo and scratching at his face. Thankfully, BEN steps in and holds Jeff down, using his powers as best he can to keep him at bay.

"I'll allow you to still see your boy toy or whatever he is to you - hehe, look at him squirming on the ground like a worm - anyways!" He holds out his hand, a contract and a feather pin floating in front of Eboni. "Just sign on the dotted line, and all will be w-"

"No."

"No?"

Zalgo is quick to transform back, towering over her but lowering his face down to be itches from hers. "NO!?"

Eboni gags, covering her mouth and taking a step back. To say Zalgo is surprised that the girl didn't even flinch is an understatement. After everything Eboni has gone through , a Demon king is the least frightening thing she's had to face. Despite what this being is capable of, the girl encountered plenty of monsters to know how to deal with frightening situations.

"Yeah, no. My da... Jeff is right. I only answer to him. My entire being belongs to him. And since he doesn't work under you, then I can't either. I go where Jeff goes. He leads. I follow."

Hearing this, Jeff's temper fizzles down. BEN let's him go, and Jeff springs to his feet, taking Eboni into his arms. He glares daggers at Zalgo, backing away quickly. The demon king watches on, his eye twitching but smile stretching.

"No one... has ever said no to me, except one." He laughs wickedly, eyeing BEN who hangs his head low in shame - something the two didn't notice.

Zalgo buttons up his shirt and fixes his tie, eyeing Eboni as he did so. "And that one unfortunately paid with her life. You're just as smart as her, as witty and even more beautiful. Shame, such a shame!"

The creature begins walking off, pausing mid-step, turning around to look Eboni dead in her eyes - the look chilling her, yet she still feels no fear.

"Such a shame you'll succumb to the same fate as your mother.", and with that, Zalgo disappears into the night.

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Summary: Bruised and bloodied, you end up with the last person you thought you'd turn to, and now you're on the road with him.

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You opened your mouth to protest, but he had already hauled your duffel over his shoulder and was halfway out the door. When he realized you weren’t behind him, he turned back to face you.

“Well? I don’t have all day,” he drawled.

You gave him the dirtiest look you could manage, but he hadn’t left you much choice.

Making your way into the parking lot, you and Sweeney fell into the familiar rhythm of sniffing out cars that would be easy to steal and hopefully wouldn’t be missed. Your hand instinctively went to the pocket of the hoodie Sweeney had given you and you sighed when the familiar weight of your keys wasn’t there. Your car was missing in action after the Jötnar had done gods knew what to get rid of it. Fortunately, you had been smart enough to take it to Circe when you’d gotten it to have her help you ward it. She had cast the proper protection spells but had also shown you a nifty little locator spell that you could use if it was ever separated from you. If the car was somewhere it could be found, the locator spell would point you in the right direction. If the car was at the bottom of a lake or stripped for parts, the spell would simply wink out.

Gods, you hoped they’d only sold it. The idea of your beloved car sitting at the bottom of a lake or being completely taken apart made you nauseous.

Sweeney waved you over to a particularly shitty old Toyota Corolla that he had popped open. He slung your duffel into the trunk and folded himself into the driver’s seat.

“So where’d you stash the old man’s trinket?” He asked when you had settled into the passenger seat beside him.

You shook your head. “Before we do that, we need to find my car.”

Sweeney stared at you. “And how d’you plan to do that? Do you have any idea where it is?”

You gave him a look. “Do you seriously think I’d get a car like that and not have a locator spell on it?”

He huffed. “Well, excuse the shit outta me, I didn’t realize you were a witch now.”

You swallowed the urge to clock him, forcing yourself to remember that he was the reason you were alive right now and not dead in a ditch on a backroad.

“I was not the one that put the spells and wards on it, dickhead. I took it to Circe.”

“Oh.”

“She just taught me the locator spell and how to maintain the wards. Bet you feel like a dick now, huh.”

His mouth pressed into a thin line and he stayed silent.

“I can do the spell now before we hit the road, just give me like fifteen minutes.”

He grunted and pulled out a cigarette, stepping out and leaning against the car to smoke while you worked and the scent of cloves filled your nostrils.

Asshole, you thought. Yet, despite your annoyance, you found yourself replaying the feeling of his warm hands carefully caressing your face as he dressed your wounds. Replaying the fuzzy memory of his bright green eyes filled with worry and anger on your behalf and the way all pretense of not being able to stand each other fell away as he tried to keep you alive. Your cheeks grew warm at the memory and you snuck a glance at him as he leaned against the car, puffing lazily at his cigarette.

“Goddammit,” you muttered to yourself, shaking your head to clear your thoughts.

Pushing all thoughts of Mad Sweeney aside, you turned your focus to the task at hand. You weren’t sure entirely how the spell worked. Other locator spells you had seen used burned away a map until the only thing that was left was the place they were looking for or had used a pendulum to indicate the whereabouts of what was being looked for. The spell that Circe had used didn’t involve a map at all. She had explained to you that your end of the spell would connect with the magic in the car and would just sort of…deposit a vision of the vehicle into your head. You’d never tried it before and you were nervous that it wouldn’t work. There was warding magic on that car that even the old man couldn’t wrap his head around and it kept you protected from all sorts of nasty things. You didn’t know what you would do if you couldn’t get it back.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, letting yourself begin to drift into the space between sleep and wakefulness.

You had almost settled completely into your meditative state when Sweeney knocked on the window, jerking you out of your reverie.

“What’s takin’ you so long?” He asked. “We got places to go.”

You ground your teeth and stuck your head out the window. “If you would just shut up, I’ll be able to do this faster.”

He held his hands up and returned to brooding over his cigarette. You leaned back into the seat, once again letting your mind settle in the in-between space. You held an image of your car in your mind, focusing on the tiny details and the things that made it yours, like the protection sigils hanging from the rearview mirror or the small hole on the passenger seat that had been burned into the upholstery the first and only time Sweeney had broken your “no cigs in the car” rule. In his defense, you had slapped a lit cigarette out of his hand when you realized what he was doing, but if he hadn’t lit it in the first place, you wouldn’t have had to smack him.

With the image and the details in your mind, you began to repeat the make and model of the car, along with the name you had given it, and projected your intention to find it as much as you could, as per Circe’s instructions.

An image of your car flashed through your mind, beautiful and shining, with the skeeziest-looking dude you had ever seen sitting in the driver’s seat.

Thirty miles east in the parking lot of a Circle K, came a voice at the back of your mind.

Blinking out of your trance, you stuck your head out the window again. “Strange things afoot at the Circle K,” you said to him.

He stared at you blankly.

“Really?” You asked. “Bill and Ted? Most excellent?”

He shook his head and you sighed in exasperation. “Okay, there’s a movie night in our future.”

He looked at you in surprise. You were surprised at yourself, but you pressed on, ignoring the subtle shift in the energy between the two of you. “Car’s thirty miles east at a Circle K. The Jötnar sold her to the slimiest motherfucker I’ve seen in a while and I just know that asshole is stinking up my upholstery with cigarettes.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Thirty miles seems awfully close.”

You shrugged. “I dunno, but can we get a move on? He’s as like as any to be gone by the time we get there.”

Sweeney opened the door and folded his lanky form into the driver’s seat. “Do ye have any idea how many Circle Ks are along the next thirty miles? How will we know which one is the right one?”

You shrugged. “Go thirty miles and find a Circle K that’s got a gorgeous car and a scumbag in her driver’s seat. ”

He grunted and started the car, peeling out of the lot. “Dunno why I thought you’d have an actual plan.”

You glared at him. “I gave you our next steps, seems like a plan to me.”

“What if he’s gone? What if it’s the wrong Circle K?” He demanded.

“Then I do the fucking spell again,” you snapped.

“How much time are we going to waste looking for your damn car?”

You took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose as you squeezed your eyes shut. “However long we need,” you said, your voice tight with annoyance. “The old man’s been alive for millennia, waiting on us for a little ain’t gonna kill him.”

“No, but it might kill us,” Sweeney grumbled.

You smiled smugly. “You, maybe. The old man loves me, as far as he’s concerned I can do no wrong.”

“Must be nice,” he said bitterly.

“It is.”

His lip curled in a sneer.

“Look,” you said, “I’m not doing anything until I find my fucking car. If you need to go to Eagle Point, no one is stopping you. I didn’t ask you to come with me, you did this to yourself. If you want to go, by all fucking means.” You refused to acknowledge the twinge in your chest at the idea of him leaving you.

He didn’t say anything, but pressed his foot to the gas a little harder. “I’m not leaving you by yourself,” he said quietly. “But if Grim—“

“Don’t say his fucking name,” you barked. “I don’t care if it’s not his true name or what the fuck ever. Names have power. You’re one of the Fair Folk, aren’t you? Why do I have to explain this to you?”

“Be serious. Are you really going to refer to him only as—“

“As the old man? Yeah. Names have power and he certainly does not need any more.”

“Fine. If the old man tries to string me up for it, I’m throwing you under the bus,” he said.

You cocked your head to the side and looked at him for a moment. He wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were on the road, but the tips of his ears had the barest hint of a blush.

“No, you’re not,” you said finally. “You won’t do that.”

His eyes stayed on the road. “Are you so sure of that?”

You turned your gaze to the road in front of you. “Your ears go pink when you lie.”

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• closed starter for @smolcuriouskitten • ryan and his bae are finally reunited

"I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me, huh?" Ryan inquired as he snaked his arms around the small frame of his lost lady; his chin pressing against her narrow shoulder blade. "Miss me?" Ryan smirked as his piercing green optics glanced up at the mortal; curiosity shining in his hues.