#thank fuck my egg didn’t crack back then. I don’t know if i would have survived.

[wineanddineloseyourmind]

I really wish I could stop having dreams about school :/

[samgirl98]

Wail of the Silent 6/?

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TW: Mention of Suicide

Spectra smiled as her latest victim patient left her office. She had only been in Gotham for ten days, but she already had a job in Arkham Asylum thanks to overshadowing and fake credentials. The whole place was a pit of misery.

So far, seven patients have killed themselves due to her feeding off them. Oh well, as the saying goes, you have to crack a few eggs to make omelets and all that. It’s not Spectra’s fault they were weak.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t get to the main rogues. They weren’t filled with misery, just madness. They gave her no nutrients, so she avoided them and went for the weaker ones.

Still, the patients in the asylum were nothing compared to the young man she had found the night before. She had left a piece of herself (a new development as her powers grew.) to feed off him when he felt miserable. It had already happened once that day, but he got over it quickly. The bite size snack left her craving more.

Spectra smiled as her next patient entered her room.

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“You said you had an idea,” Danny asked as Jason led him into a room with three computer screens, some weapons lying around, and a bunch of wooden boxes.

Jason nodded; he had put his red helmet on again.

“Yeah. You know Arkham Asylum?”

“My sister has mentioned it once or twice, but I don’t know much about it. She wants to work there ultimately.”

Danny couldn’t see Jason’s expression but knew Jason was feeling judgmental.

“What? What’s wrong with that?”

“Casper—”

“Casper, wow, so original. I’m nicknamed after my high school.”

“Your high school is called Casper? What the fuck?”

“The elementary school is named Poltergeist elementary school.”

“Poltergeist elementary? No, you know what? That doesn’t matter. Arkham is where the criminally insane end up. I mean, these are people who have little chance of integrating into society, and those who do become ‘better’ usually end up reoffending again. I know of three psychiatrists who worked there who ended up being patients there. Your sister must be a special person to want to work there willingly.”

Hmm, it seemed Danny had to have a word with Jazz.

“You think Spectra is there?”

“There is no other place in Gotham that has as much misery as Arkham Asylum.”

“Okay, I believe you, but how will we know if Spectra is there.”

Amusement. Mischief.

“I can tap into the security camera and database.”

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Bruce Wayne stared into his cup of coffee. There was guano floating in it. He sighed and looked back at the reports.

Something was wrong in the asylum.

An hour ago, he had gotten a ping of someone who had committed suicide in Arkham; the death had marked the eighth one in ten days, and no one else was worried or investigating it. He knew most people and law enforcement didn’t care for those who resided in Arkham, but to ignore something clearly wrong…well, Bruce wouldn’t be complacent.

He hacked into Arkham’s systems. Batman would get to the bottom of this.

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Lady Gotham felt her being boiling with anger. Another one of her citizens had ended up dead by their own hands due to the interloper.

She sent the newly formed shade toward her favored knight and the ghost child. She knew they would help her lost ones. For now, she let her rage be known through the thunder and lightning in the sky.

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“Eight suicides in ten days, and no one has reported on this?” Danny asked incredulously.

Jason shrugged; he knew how little people cared for the patients in Arkham. The only ones who probably noticed and cared were his family the bats. However, they wouldn’t know what could be happening, so it would take them longer to solve the problem.

For half a second, Jason thought about asking for their help but felt phantom pains in his throat.

He felt sadness and regret deep in his chest. (His core was humming out his emotions.)

Soon, he felt an overwhelming misery. It felt as if it was suffocating him!

“Jason! Jason, calm down!”

Calm. I’m here—calm, calm.

It took a moment, but Jason came back to himself. What the fuck was that?

“Spectra has found a way to feed off you even while far away. We need to find her and stop her.”

Anger, anger. I will stop her. Anger—she must be stopped.

Danny touched Jason’s shoulder, “Don’t worry, we’ll find her.”

Jason nodded, already feeling better. A part of him was dreading Danny’s departure, and it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since he met the guy.

Danny kept his hand on Jason’s shoulder, grounding him, while he looked through Arkham’s security camera.

“There! That’s her.”

Jason watched the camera as a red-haired woman left an office. She had on glasses and a red suit.

Jason looked into the records.

“Penelope Spectra. She started ten days ago, the same time the suicides started.”

“I bet if we look around, we’d find suicide rates have gone up in other places.”

Jason nodded and started looking into it. He wouldn’t let the bitch get away with it.

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC! Part 24 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

Well, well, well. Looks like I forgot about this again! whoops! I hope you all enjoy and get prepared, it's going to be a bumpy ride!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2, @b00ks1ut, @footprintsinthesxnd

“I can’t believe you two idiots talked me into this!” I said, shaking my head as George and Frank ransacked the hen house for eggs. 

“Come on chicken.” Cooed Frank to the clucking bird. “Listen all I said was do you want an omelette and you said yes.” He said while the chicken flapped furiously in his face as he handed it over to Luz who didn’t seem keen. Flinching away from the fury of its wings.

“Yeah and I thought you were going to make me one, not take me to the source!” I held out my helmet as he carefully placed the eggs inside. 

“If this thing bites me Frank, I swear I’ll shoot it.” George said. We all swung around hearing the barn door being opened. A young woman looked shocked to see us stealing her goods. I gave a sheepish smile, as did Frank. I looked over to Luz who eyed up the poor girl.

“Guten Tag, frauline.” George blushed. I looked over to Frank who shook his head at our friend. 

“Guten Tag." She replied timidly, leaving the barn in a rush. 

“Hold on- hold.” George called to her, moving quickly from his spot. 

“No, George, leave her alone!” I called to him as he passed me the chicken, who pecked at my hands. He hurriedly followed the girl out of the barn. 

“George!” Frank and I called together. He sprinted after the girl who ran from him. 

“Does he know that if she’s running away she probably doesn’t want to talk to him?” I asked Frank as he continued filling up my helmet with eggs. 

“He says that he’s a ladies man. But sprinting after a lady doesn’t win them over.” I said the last part loudly so he could hear me. I handed my helmet to Frank. I sighed following Luz, Perco on my heels. 

We found him cornering her in the bar, as she used a cow to hide behind. 

“George leave her alone, can’t you see she’s scared.” I said, shaking my head, sending an apologetic look to the girl. Her eyes wide as she backed away from Luz. 

“How about you leave me alone.” He said as he tried to talk to her. 

“George I swear to god, leave her alone!” I told him sternly. But he didn’t listen. Frank sighed leaving me in the barn, I’m sure he was going to go and collect more eggs. 

I marched over to him, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him away. “Emily! Let me go!” He cried trying to wrangle out of my grip. The girl took her opportunity darting forward quickly, slapping him in the face. I let go of him, covering my mouth in shock. She darted past us, giving me a look of thanks as she left. I burst out laughing. 

“Shut up!” He said grumpily, trying to ease the pain on his cheek as he rubbed it. 

“FRANK!” I called, running out of the barn, he was making his way out of the hen house. 

“She fucking slapped him!” I cackled, Frank’s face cracking into a smile. 

“Would you two shut it!” He was embarrassed. As Frank and I giggled. We started walking back to base, down the dirt road we had taken to come here. 

“Just because you already have a lover.” George bumped me. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I feigned ignorance. It was now George and Frank’s turn to laugh at me. 

“Oh please, you two are so obvious.” Frank said, smiling at me. 

“Don, I love you, kiss me.” George said, mimicking me, as he batted his lashes and pouted. 

“I have never said that, and I don’t sound like that!” I said, rolling my eyes, but still laughing at their silly banter. 

“No, no. She sounds more like this. Oh Don, you're so handsome and strong.” Frank cupped his hands to his face acting shy, speaking in a high pitched voice. Before I could come back with a retort an army truck whizzed past us. I strained my eyes to see who was sitting in the front. Making out the dark thick eyebrows and familiar jaw of Nixon. 

“That Captain Nixon?” George asked, confirming my suspicion as to who I thought it was. 

“I think so.” Frank replied as we watched the car disappear down the road. I nodded in agreement with the two men. 

“What the hell is he doing in his harness?” George queried. 

“I don’t know. Maybe we jumped into Berlin, the war’s over.” Perco jokes. 

“Yeah, huh?” George said, still rubbing his hurt cheek, making me laugh again.

“Still can’t believe she smacked you in the mouth.” I said as we all laughed again.   

“Tell you what though, Germany’s looking like it’s gonna be pretty good fraternising territory, huh?” George said to Perco. 

“Ew gross, George.” I said, pushing him in the shoulder as we wandered down the road.     

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“Where have you been?” I was snuggled from behind by familiar arms. 

“Hiding from you.” I said cheekily. Looking around to check the coast was clear before pressing a kiss to Don’s lips. “Perco said he was going to make me an omelette and then I was somehow beguiled into stealing eggs.” Don gave me a funny look as he chuckled. “But I’ll tell you what, George sucks at flirting. He sucks so much he got smacked in the face.” Don and I giggled together, at the thought of poor George with his sore face.

“Well, haven't you had an interesting morning.” Don said, tapping me on the chin. I grinned nodding at the man. 

“What’s the plan for today then?” I asked Don as we walked down the street. 

“Well I’m going to pick up my mail and then who knows.” Don shrugged. “I guess I’ll do whatever needs to be done. I haven’t had any orders today.” I nodded my head listening to him speak. 

“What about you?” He asked.

“I was going to help Gene with the stock take and then lend a hand if they needed any help in the aid station.” I told him about my plans for the day. 

“Well if you’re free later do you want to go for a walk?” He asked shyly.

“Are you asking me on a date?” I asked bashfully, stopping in my tracks, a teasing smile pulling at my lips. He grabbed my arm and moved me along beside him.

“Yes I am! So what do you say?” He said holding my hand, but hiding it behind his back. We weren’t technically allowed to be together, if we got caught we would be in trouble. But it was hard to hide our feelings, I just wanted to cling to his side and never let go and press a million kisses to his lips. 

“Of course I say yes!” I smiled up at him, a blush rising to my cheeks. He still sent shivers down my spine with every smile and kiss. The butterflies in my stomach never stopped dancing. 

We arrived outside the post office where the army post came in and out. “Sergeant Malarkey.” A soldier called, we dropped our hands quickly, as the man approached. 

“I’ll get your mail, while you chat.” I said leaving him to speak with the man who had called him. 

I walked into the building to see Ron standing at the counter, “Yes, just keep these for Emily. This is my pile, which I’m sending home and these are for her.” He slid his goods across the bench towards Vest who gave him a puzzled look. My brows furrowed, what was this conversation I just walked in on. 

“Morning Emily!” Vest said in a chipper voice when he saw me standing in the doorway. 

“Morning.” I smiled at the man, my gaze falling onto the Captain who turned slowly to look at me. A nervous expression appeared on his face. 

��What can I do for you today?” Vest asked, walking closer to where I was standing. I pulled my gaze from Ron.                   

“Just here to pick up Malarkey’s post.” I told him. He smiled, turning away to grab his mail.  

“You haven’t gotten any mail yet Lane.” He said as he turned back, handing me Don’s letters. I stilled, I could feel Ron’s gaze on the both of us. I knew if I looked over he was sending a warning glare to Vest who was oblivious. 

“Ah, yeah. I don’t have any family.” I said sheepishly, feeling a blush rush to my cheeks. Vest’s face fell as he nodded slowly, looking as awkward as I felt.

“Oh!” He said surprised. I gave a tight lipped smile taking the letters we were both holding, his grip loose. Ron started heading for the door to leave. I turned quickly to speak to him but Vest beat me to it. 

“Boy, your folks are sure gonna have quite a collection by the time you get home, sir.” Vest called to him, making Ron face us. A cheeky smile formed on his lips as he looked at us. 

“Finders keepers.” He grinned and marched out the door. 

“Thank you, Vest. See you around.” I called over my shoulder as I hurried out the door after Ron. In such a short amount of time Ron had gotten so far away. I ran to catch up to him. 

“Captain! Captain!” I yell, trying not to get run over by the cars that flew down the street. I ran across the road finally reaching him. 

“Sir!” I panted, as he walked briskly. 

“Yes, Lane?” Ron asked casually, like I hadn’t just been chasing him down. 

“Sir, what did you mean back there? What are you keeping for me?” I inquired, matching his pace. He stopped abruptly, making me crash into a person in front of me. 

“Oh I’m so sorry.” I apologised to the man who glared at me. I couldn’t say anything more as Ron dragged me to the side. 

“You can’t tell anyone this!” He said sternly. I nodded, unsure of what I was agreeing to keep secret. 

“I am a collector as you know.” I nodded again, a collector isn’t what I would call it more like stealing, but sure a collector works as well. 

“I have been sending things home, but I have put some aside for you.” Ron said in a hushed tone. I furrowed my brows in confusion. 

“Why have you been putting things aside for me, sir?” I asked not sure of what he was implying. 

“I’m worried about you Emily. You have no funds, nothing! I also checked and you’re not registered. There is no Emily Lane sectioned with Easy Company. So you aren’t even being paid for working here!” Ron’s face was a mix of concern and anger. I felt like I was being scolded by my mother for doing something dangerous. 

“Sir, you don’t-” I started trying to tell him he didn’t have to worry about me. 

“No! No, Emily, I don’t want to hear it. I am concerned and I am going to worry!” My mouth clamped shut as he cut me off.

“How are you going to go home and live?” He asked his face serious.

“I-” I started, unsure of how I was going to answer this question. 

“You don’t know, do you? Well the stuff I have been keeping for you, you can sell. You won’t get a lot but it will be enough, hopefully.” He sighed, raking his hand through his hair. I didn’t know what to say, but tears welled in my eyes. He cared so much about me he had been putting things aside for me to sell so I could stay afloat after the war. I stepped forward hugging him tightly, his arms wrapped around me. I stepped back again before someone saw. 

“Thank you Ron.” I smiled sweetly at him, he shook his head smiling back at me. 

“I have no idea what I’m gonna do with you.” Ron reached out patting my shoulder. 

“You’re too nice to me. What about your reputation?” I asked cheekily, a wry grin forming on his lips. 

“It’s ok, the men know if they hurt you at all, my reputation still stands. Especially that Malarkey! You tell him, won’t you Em.” He smiled warmly, tapping me under the chin, before disappearing into the crowd. I realised that even Captain Speirs had caught onto the connection between Don and I. I blushed profusely, we weren’t as subtle as we thought we were. 

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I sat staring up at Nix who read the news to the group of men I sat with. I had been watching George and the other guys play cards. I had been banned from playing, since the last time I lost so badly I had to give up cigarettes and money I didn’t have. Poor Don had to pay my debt which he wasn’t happy about.

“That was three packs of smokes! Why did you keep playing?” He said annoyed but still handed over the goods. 

“I’m sorry I thought I could win them back!” He rolled his eyes as I pouted, “I’m sorry, ok, so sorry.” I kissed him. 

He huffed but a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, “You love me! Don come on!” I teased, as he tried to fight from smiling at me. 

“Smile if you love me.” I grinned in his face, poking at his cheeks. He burst out laughing, “Fine! I love you, but no more poker! You got it?” He said pulling back the pack of smokes I needed. 

I nodded, “Yes, yes. I swear no more poker!” 

So yes, I was watching the poker, not playing, even though they all tried to goad me into it.

“Come on, I need a win. Emily, play.” George nudged me. 

“No George, I am not playing just so you can win!” I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest. He groaned, he had been trying to convince me for a solid five minutes.

“I’m sure that you’ll all be happy to know ‘Oklahoma's’ still playing on broadway.” Nix announced amused. A cheer went around the group, I cheered weakly unsure of the play Oklahoma but still joining in on the fun.

“Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain and waving wheat can sure smell sweet when the wind comes…” George started singing, as the men joined in with him. Nixon laughed along pretending to be the conductor at the front of the group. George leaned over to me as he sang, nudging me. I smiled at him laughing, not joining in on the singing as I didn’t know the words. George motioned for the men to stop singing, but the soldier in front of him, a replacement, didn’t see him. 

“Right behind the rain!” The replacement finished the song in his high voice enthusiastically. Sending the other soldiers into fits of laughter. 

“Aw, don’t be mean.” I prodded George as he chuckled. 

“O’Keefe are you sitting on your bayonet there?” Christenson asked the man, the other’s chortled at his joke. 

“Why don’t you leave the singing to Luz, or even Lane. Heard you were a good singer.” Christenson turned to look at me. I shook my head profusely. 

“Oh no, I don’t know what you heard but I would leave the singing to Luz.” I raised my hands in defence trying to get the attention off me. 

“Oh don’t be so modest.” Luz grinned at me, I sighed, his grin could only mean one thing. He had an idea. 

“No seriously!” I started, pointing at Luz trying to get him to turn off his I’m-gonna-fuck-with-you-face. 

“Why don’t you give us a song, I didn’t see you joining in with us.” Christenson smiled, Luz grinning at him.

“No.” I shook my head, chuckling awkwardly. 

“Yeah, sing!” Luz prompted again. 

“No, no!” I looked at both of them silently begging them to drop the game they were playing. 

“SING! SING!” George cheered, looking around to the other men, who also joined in. I sat there red in the face as they chanted at me to sing.  

“FINE! Fine, I will sing.” I stopped them from yelling. They all quietened, leaning in slightly with eager faces. They all look so proud they had peer pressured me into doing this. I cleared my throat, a wry smile pulling at my lips. 

“All you ladies, pop your pussy like this, shake your body, don't stop, don't miss. Just do it, do it, do it, do it, now lick it good, suck this pussy just like you should, right now lick it good, suck this pussy just like you should, my neck, my back, lick my pussy and my crack.” I sang loudly, grinning widely. The faces of the men dropped from coy smiles to looks of pure horror and shock. Nixon from the front of the group keeled over in hysterics. George leaped forward covering my mouth. I pried his hand away, singing even louder.

“Shhh, stop it!” George covered my mouth again, muffling my singing. “She’s a strange one.” He said chuckling embarrassed. I laughed behind his hand, I had played him at his own game. George finally let me go after ensuring I wasn’t going to sing again. 

“I’m sorry, miss, what does ‘pop your pussy’ mean?” O’Keefe asked in his sweet voice. I covered my mouth to stop myself from bursting out laughing. 

“You’ll understand when you’re older.” George said, motioning him to turn and face the front again. George sent me a kick to the shin. 

“What you asked me to sing!” I giggled as he shook his head but he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face. 

“Aww, Rita Hayworth’s getting married.” Nixon sadly tells the group, who all moan and groan. 

“Oh, Rita say it isn’t true.” Luz jokes. Nixon mumbles while flicking through more of the notices. 

“Wartime news. Resistance in the Ruhr pocket’s crumbling. It looks like there might be a breakout in Remagen.” Nixon reports, the men acknowledging the good news, letting out some hearty cheers. 

“Apparently the Krauts forgot to blow up one of their bridges when they headed back over the line. I guess the boys in the 17th Airborne did ok after all.” Nixon nodded. 

“Eh, forget it. We’d be in Berlin by now, sir. If it was us instead of them, huh?” George boasts, sending the men into another round of more jovial cheers.

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Chapter 25

[thatonegirlonhere]

Bartender Bakugo pt 2

Prt 1 ⬇️

:read more:

After about an hour of you two falling in and out of sleep Bakugo climbed out of bed and looked down at your still sleeping self smiling. He walked to the kitchen and started dicing up some chives, tomatoes, and onions. Throwing them into the beaten eggs before tossing it into a pan to make the worlds fluffiest omelet. You wake up in his empty bed confused but then you came into reality with the fresh scent of omelets flowing through the house. You followed your nose out of the bedroom and to the kitchen to see katsuki standing over the stove in a cliché ‘kiss the cook’ apron. “Mornin' princess, omelets? Not that you have a choice, both are almost done so….” “An omelet sounds really good right now” you say smiling. He passes you your plate and he sits down next to you. “Thanks for the food” You say in unison as you both take a bite. “Dude, a mixologist and chef? Crazy. What else can you do?” “We’ll see last night was you first time with me so I went easy on you and-“ you cut him off “NOT WHAT I MEANT KATSUKI” he smirked. This boy really does have a dirty mind. I met this man at a bar, we went back to his house, we fucked, and now I’m in his kitchen eating omelettes with him cracking jokes like a damn married couple. What the hell is going on. His phone began to ring. “Who the Fuck is calling me right now” he groaned picking up his phone. “God dammit” he scowled as he answered. “What the fuck do you want nerd- NO YOU CANT COME OVER- NO I DONT CARE IF SHITTY HAIR WANTS TO COME TOO NONE OF YOU ARE COMING TO MY DAMN HOUSE IM BUSY” katsuki was practically screaming into his phone before abruptly hanging up. “Stupid fucking deku” he grumbled putting his phone back down. You were trying to hold back your laughter but couldn’t help it as you bursted out laughing. “What’s so funny princess?” He said watching nearly fall out of your chair. “YOU- YOU JUST WENT FROM FUCKIN MR. COOL GUY OVER HERE TO SCREAMING AT SOMEONE ON THE PHONE FOR ASKING TO COME OVER I JUST- I CANT- YOU SWITCHED UP SO FAST!” You shouted laughing. “Shut up crazy woman, you don’t know what you’re talking about that guy deku is just so damn annoying” you could see katsuki trying to hold back a smile. “Such a hot head- its adorable” you say finally getting ahold of yourself. Bakugo turned beet red. “Hey! I am NOT adorable!” You smirked “You totally are” you stood up “you’re like a little Pomeranian” he stood up and you ran off with him chasing you. “AN ADORABLE LITTLE POMERANIAN” you shouted as he chased you. He caught up pretty quickly and scooped you up tossing you onto the couch. As he hovered over you he whispered. “Pomeranians bite ankles, I bite everywhere else” he said and you looked up at him, blushing as he towered over you. “Still think I’m adorable, pretty girl?” “I do, yes” you say smiling and nodding your head. “Tch, I’ll show you adorable” and right as he was about to kiss you a loud ass doorbell rings through the house. “What the FUCK” he groaned and got up. You heard bakugo mutter ineligible words of annoyance as he made his way to the front door as you sat on his couch giggling. “I wonder what he ordered” you think assuming that it was just a package delivery until you hear a voice “yo waddup Bakubro!” You immediately shrink into the shirt katsuki gave you to wear as you social anxiety immediately hit you. You didn’t have any makeup on, you weren’t in your regular cute clothes, your hair was probably a wreck. “Get out of here shitty hair” you could hear katsuki grumble. “No way man, I havnt seen you in like a week and we both know if I listened when you said no the gang would never be able to hang out.” “Come on kacchan it’ll be fun let’s watch a movie or something.” THERES MORE THAN ONE?? You thought as you shrunk deeper. Another voice pops up. “Yeah kacchan~ we never hang out anymore, you just do your stupid bartending gig. And keep to yourself. You never go out, you never hook up with girls like kirishima and I-“ “AYE I DIDNT SAY YOU COULD COME IN”

all of a sudden all the talking stops as 3 guys and one very angry katsuki bakugo are standing staring at you. “Yo bros are you seeing what I’m seeing- Bakugo actually has a girl over?” The one with spiked red hair not much different from bakugos asked. “I’m seeing it, and a pretty one at that” the one with yellow hair stepped forward. “Hey darling I’m kaminari what’s your name?” You start to breathe a bit heavy being overwhelmed. You’re picking at the fabric of the shorts in an effort to distract yourself and calm down and trying to avoid eye contact. Total fear taking in, your eyes start to well up. You’ve always been fine talking to people but only when you know it’s coming. Like at work you know you have to talk to parents at drop off and at pickup so you are able to prepare yourself. But currently you feel so exposed, like a deer in headlights. “Guys, leave her alone, she looks terrified” the boy with the green hair says calmly flashing you a smile in an attempt at reassurance. Bakugo can see everything going on. He can see the silent plead for help as you look at him tears threatening to fall. You are completely different from the girl he talked to last night and all morning. “Yo she’s wearing kacchans clothes! Did you guys fuck?!” The boy you now know as kaminari shouts excitedly. You wanted to get up and run away, you wanted to run and hide in the bathroom, you wanted to hide in bakugos shirt, you wanted to be in your bed under the covers safe and sound. You wanted to be anywhere but the position you are in right now. “Everybody leave. Now.” The vibe bakugo gave off when he said those lines made everyone pause. He was genuinely angry. Not his regular yelling and barking orders that you could tell his friends got their fair share of. This was a true moment of ‘fuck around and find out’ the room was silent. You were shaking. Near hyperventilating. The boys paused. And looked at bakugo. “Let’s go guys” The one with the red hair said. As they all shuffled out. Katsuki followed behind and once the door finally shut you broke into a full on sob. Why was kaminari so forward. Why was the green haired one staring at me for so long before even saying anything. Why did this have to be the first impression. Why did katsuki have to see me like this. I never let people see me like this. All the different thoughts were racing through your head. Your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst. Then all of a sudden a hand fell gently on your shoulder and you jumped at the touch. You turn to see katsuki standing here looking down at you. You scurried away. “No, no I’m sorry, I embarrassed you in front of your friends, I’m sorry I’m so sorry” you pleaded in apologies.

“Y/n”

“Im so sorry bakugo I’ll leave, I won’t go to the bar I’ll give you back the clothes I-“

“y/n”

“I should’ve like hid in the bathroom the second I heard the other people I couldn’t move I’m sorry- I-“

“Y/N LISTEN TO ME”

Katsuki shouted and you fell silent

He walked over to you and picked you up off the floor. “I’m sorry, I should’ve closed the door the second I saw it was them, I should’ve told them that I had someone over, you didn’t do anything wrong and I don’t want you to go” he wiped your tears away with his thumbs and you looked up at him. “I’m sorry I’m not as cool as you thought I was” he was shocked. “Shut up crazy woman, you’re still just as cool as before. Still just as hot, still just as funny, still just as sweet, you got anxious. It happens.” “Any normal person wouldn’t stiff up an introduced themselves but I sat there shaking” you said with your head resting in his shoulder as he carried you back over to the couch “normal is boring”.

ANYWAYS HERES PART 2 I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO GO FROM HERE SO LIKE HELP GIVE ME IDEAS.

[ostensiblywhump]

Philosophical Incident

Augusnippets day 6: car accident | plane crash | shipwreck

Word count: 500

Trigger warnings: minor injury, minor blood

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“Cass. Cass! Cassie!”

Cassander let his head loll to the side. “What,” he deigned to answer.

“Don’t ‘what’ me, ya goth fuck!” Mag snapped. “Stop contemplating the secrets of the universe and tell me if it’s because yer being you or because yer head got fucking cracked open!”

Ugh, he was so loud. “If now isn’t the time for philosophy,” Cassander posited, “when is?” The road was nice and level, warm from the sun. It was a good day for cloud-watching. In all honesty, laying here and staring up at the blue sounded like a much better deal than having to sit up and contend with any injuries he definitely had.

“When yer magic-forsaken road rash hasn’t maybe sheared off important bits of your fucking circle tattoos! Have I mentioned lately that those’re fucking suicidal? Have I mentioned that I don’t like being, oh, I dunno, stabbed or burned or exploded?”

“If my spell circles were going to explode,” Cassander said, “they would’ve done it already.” They did have a point, though. Hells. If any of his circles were affected, if his clothes hadn’t protected his skin enough … he was going to have to do so many touch-ups, he just knew it.

Alright. Time to get up, aaand there was the pain. Mostly duller pain, though—he was going to have a helluva set of bruises later.

“Any goose egg-type feelings?” Mag asked, squinting at him. “Can’t check your pupils—dizziness, amnesia, anything?”

“Oh, I hate having to reimburse people,” Cassander muttered, eyeing what had once been their car. Well, it was still recognizably a car, if you liked your cars crumpled like an accordion. At least the top was open, and they both knew how to fall when they got thrown forward and out.

“Cassander!”

“No concussion symptoms, just bruises and minor cuts.” What had made it through his clothing hadn’t seemed to touch his tattoos yet, thankfully. “You’re going to be the one paying back the rental. This is on you and your horrific driving. I didn’t think it was possible to hate cars even more than I did before.”

Mag sputtered, before leveling an accusing finger at him. “Take the wheel, then, if ya hate my driving so much!” he said.

“No,” Cassander said, flat and immediate. “I would rather die. I almost did die, actually.” It was either endure Mag’s idea of road safety, or willingly put on a siphoning cuff to provide magic for the engine. He’d like to sleep at night, thanks, instead of scrubbing his wrists raw from the nightmares.

All of Mag’s fight left him, his shoulders sagging. “Right,” they muttered, looking at a vaguely bloody rip in Cassander’s pants.

Cassander instantly made an affronted sound. “Stop looking like a kicked puppy; I know what I signed up for, or else I wouldn’t have gotten in a car with you again.”

“Right,” Mag said again, lips quirking a little; he held out a hand. “Well, let’s figure out how’ta get outta this mess.”

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Good Boys Get Gifts - also on AO3

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Nick's visiting Claudio and all he wants is to get railed out of his mind. Claudio appears to be…otherwise distracted. Or is he?

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Sarah prompted me the dialogue exchange: "“Sure hope Santa slips something in my chimney tonight." ”That’s not how the song goes.”" And I ran with it. Also for December prompt challenge day 26: Boredom! Enjoy this unrepentant filth.

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Nick sighs as he watches Claudio make eggs. He’s chattering away about wrestling and Mox. Nick wants to focus a little better, but Claudio’s shirtless and he’s distracted.

“Thanks,” Nick says, taking his plate from Claudio. “Looks great.”

“I added a hint of milk to the eggs.” Claudio winks as they sit at the bar counter. “I find it makes the eggs fluffier.”

Nick nods and continues to eat. He’d gotten in late last night, a red-eye from California he told Matt was a solo vacation, so this is the first time they’ve really gotten to see each other.

Claudio looks good, big and strong from all his C2 training. Nick wants to climb him like a tree.

“I suppose there’s not much open today,” Claudio says, like he’s unaware that all Nick wants to do is get bent over and wrecked into oblivion. “I have a documentary you may enjoy, would you like to do that?”

“Sure,” Nick says. Maybe it’s an opportunity to get Claudio to fuck him on the couch or something.

It’s not.

It’s two hours.

Two hours of a nature documentary that, while fun or whatever, is making Nick’s day far less sexually fueled than he’d hoped.

“I’m going to get some water,” Nick announces, and he very intentionally puts his hand on Claudio’s thigh to push himself up. Claudio barely reacts.

Time to pull out the big guns.

Nick stretches. “Hot in here,” he muses. He pulls off his shirt and drapes it on the back of one of the bar chairs. He makes a show of cracking his muscles, making little sounds to make sure Claudio’s paying attention.

“Nick,” Claudio says, “you’re making it hard to focus on the movie.”

“Good,” Nick fires back. He walks to the counter and sighs. “I’ve been an awful good boy,” Nick says, leaning on the counter. It’s a little obvious, but Nick’s sick of beating around the bush. “Sure hope Santa slips something in my chimney tonight. He’ll have time since it’s the day after Christmas.”

Claudio finally turns to him. With a tiny smile on his face, he says, “Nicholas, that’s not how the song goes.”

Nick snorts. “Don’t I know it.” He sighs, turning so his ass is stuck out, just a little. Okay, a lot. He sighs.

“Is this an attempt at seduction?”

Nick looks over his shoulder to see Claudio’s mildly bemused expression locked on him. “Is it working?”

Claudio sighs stepping up behind Nicholas. “A bit, yes.” He’s close enough to touch Nick, but he doesn’t.

“Then I don’t see the problem.” Nick waits, bent over. Maybe Claudio will fuck him right here.

“The problem is that you’re a liar,” Claudio says, brushing hair off the back of Nick’s neck.

“Am not!” Nick turns around to find Claudio right up against him. “How am I a liar?” He pauses. “Okay, I know I lied to Matt about being on vacation instead of coming to your place, but…” He flutters his eyelashes. “I can’t imagine you’re too upset about that.”

Claudio’s laugh is low, a little dark. “That is not the lie I am referring to, darling.” He leans in, pressing a surprisingly chaste kiss to Nick’s lips. “You said you have been a good boy,” Claudio murmurs. “You and I both know that isn’t true.”

Nick fights the full body shiver threatening to take him out by the knees. “It isn’t?”

Claudio’s grin goes a little sharkish. “You’re lying again, pretending you don’t know,” he says. He steps back. “I’m not sure if you deserve to get any gift. Perhaps we should finish that movie and go for a walk in the snow.”

Nick can’t stop his jaw from dropping. “Oh, eff that,” Nick says, and he starts trailing after Claudio as he walks away. “I didn’t fly out here to get cock blocked.”

In a flash, Claudio’s shoved him up against the wall, a forearm across Nick’s chest. “Such a mouth,” he murmurs, and Nick’s pretty sure his knees could collapse under him and he’d still be held up. “Get in the bedroom, Nicholas. Clean your dirty mouth up a bit.” He steps back and Nick almost slips to the floor. “Maybe you can earn back the title of being a good boy.”

Nick tries not to look so eager – Claudio’s usually doesn’t lean into this angle, doesn’t like getting mean or demanding every time. But today. Today, Nick thinks he may be getting a different kind of gift this year, and he is over the moon.

Claudio closes the door behind Nick and Nick leaps into the shower after stripping so quickly he trips over his socks. Claudio’s bathroom smells like woodsy mint, masculine and enticing. He tries to clean as fast as he can and steals as much of Claudio’s soap as he can. He wants as much of Claudio on him as he can get.

“Did I offer you my soap?” Claudio asks. He steps into the shower behind Nick, stark naked. Nick licks his lips when he gets an eyeful of Claudio’s hard cock. “Not the way to be a good boy, stealing, is it?”

Nick grins at him, leaning against the wall. The tile’s been warmed by the steam and water, but he thinks Claudio’s hands would be better. “Oh, no,” Nick sighs. “Maybe you’ll have to punish me.”

Claudio laughs. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d like your dick somewhere on or inside me, yeah,” Nick says. He turns around, shoving his ass back toward Claudio. He waits. The only thing touching him is the wall and the water. “No?”

Claudio sighs, and it’s weird enough that Nick has to look behind him to make sure something’s not going horribly wrong. “What?”

“Just thinking about how I’m going to destroy this beautiful ass.”

He drops to his knees. Before Nick can brace himself, Claudio’s got a cheek in either hand and is spreading him. He starts with biting kisses along Nick’s skin, away from where he wants him. Nick squirms.

“Ah, you’re understanding now, love,” Claudio says, “this is the punishment.” He leans in, the lightest whisper of a lick against Nick’s hole. “I’m going to make you wait.”

Nick whines. “Okay,” he says. “Just – more, please.”

“A please!” Claudio says. “Wow. Apparently all I need for you to try to be a good boy is to work you up all morning.”

“Work me – what?”

Claudio laughs, pressing a kiss to one of Nick’s ass cheeks before sucking a bruise into it. Nick’ll feel that for days. “Did you really think,” Claudio says, pausing to lick a hot stripe against Nick’s hole, “that I was unaware of your attempts during the movie?” He licks again, more firmly this time, more intentional. His tongue teases at the ring of muscle, and Nick relaxes, desperate to take anything of Claudio into himself. “A hand on my thigh, leaning over me to turn up the volume.” Nick gasps as he feels Claudio’s tongue enter him. It’s good, so effing good, but not enough. He fights the urge to press back against Claudio’s face, not wanting to lose the feeling. Claudio’s tongue slips out but it’s quickly replaced with the tip of a slick finger, tracing around then plunging in.

Nick moans.

“Exactly,” Claudio murmurs. “We both knew exactly what you were doing, darling.” He pulls his finger out and replaces it with his tongue again, and Nick can’t help but cry out.

“Claudio,” he pants, “god, please. I need more.”

When Claudio laughs against him, Nick keens. “Please.”

Claudio pulls back and pushes a finger back in, working it quickly, finding little resistance. “There you go,” he murmurs. From the shifting angle, Nick can tell he’s standing now. “There’s my good boy.”

“Holy – Claudio.” Nick shoves himself back onto Claudio’s fingers. “More.”

“Oh, more fingers?” Claudio asks. “I suppose you may have earned that.”

“Your – your cock,” Nick pleads. It’s so good, so exactly what he wants, that he sort of wants Claudio to refuse him.

“Not so quickly,” Claudio says. He leans in and bites at Nick’s earlobe. “I’m not certain you’ve earned it yet.”

Nick whines. “What do – how do I –” He forgets how to speak, how to ask, how to move. “I want it.”

“I can tell you want it,” Claudio says, and it’s barely even relief when he adds another finger. Just another reminder that Nick’s still not full of his cock. “You aren’t asking nicely, though. Good boys would be sweeter about it.”

Nick exhales so slowly his heads spins. “Claudio,” he pants, “I’ll be so good. I – I’ll take your cock so well, you’ll see.” He slows his twisting hips. “See?” he says. “Look, I’m waiting.”

Claudio lets out a low whistle. “Look at you,” he murmurs. There’s a click. Nick won’t be annoying about it. He won’t ask. “Listening. Waiting.” The slick sound can only be Claudio getting his cock ready, and Nick is blind with the need for it. He reaches up and turns the showerhead away, leaving him just this much colder. “And so smart, too.” There’s a kiss at the base of his neck. “I think you’ve earned it, darling.”

“Thank you,” Nick whines. “Oh, god, please.”

He feels the blunt head of Claudio’s cock catch at his hole. “Are you certain?”

“Yes, I’m – Claudio, come the eff on!”

Claudio freezes. “That doesn’t sound like how a good boy would speak.”

“Sorry,” Nick says, shaking his head. “Sorry, Claudio, please.” He tosses a look over his shoulder, blinking stray drops of water from his eyes. “Please?”

“There we go,” Claudio says, and Nick almost falls over with how good it feels for Claudio to sink into him. “You feel incredible.”

“Same – you,” Nick chokes out. “Not to be a bitch, but can you eff me now?”

Claudio laughs, circling his hips a little before pulling out and slowly sliding back in. It’s almost enough, Nick thinks. But he wants to get obliterated. Not romanced. “That was almost sweet,” Claudio sighs. “You’ll get there.”

“What if I don’t want sweet?” Nick says. “You said you were gonna punish me, right? Rail me so good I can’t walk normal for a week. That’d be a good punishment.”

“Yes, but you would like that.”

Nick shrugs. “Funishment. Whatever.”

Claudio laughs so hard Nick can feel it. “I’m beginning to find myself quite enamored of our time together, Nicholas, but I think it’s about time I do as you ask.” He pulls back and shoves into Nick so hard Nick almost loses his grip on the wall. “What was it you said? Rail you?”

“Exactly,” Nick hisses.

At this point, it’s all he can do to press against the wall and stay standing. Claudio goes at him like an animal, bruising grip on his hip and a hand on the back of Nick’s neck.

“Good boys take it so pretty,” Claudio snarls. “Should make some of these bruises bigger. Maybe scratch my name into your back with my nails.”

“All good by me,” Nick gasps. “Jesus – Claudio, harder.”

“Insatiable,” Claudio says, but it sounds almost like a compliment.

Claudio’s grunting, fingers digging in harder, as he picks up the pace. “Nick,” he says, urgency in his voice the first time Nick’s heard it. “Darling, I –”

“Come in me,” Nick demands. “Come so deep I feel it for days.”

With a roar, Claudio shoves himself into Nick. Nick can feel it, hot and wet and filling him. He shivers, only getting harder.

Claudio mutters something in a language Nick doesn’t speak as he rolls his hips and slowly pulls out.

Nick leans off the wall and reaches for his dick, but Claudio slaps his hand away and drops to his knees.

“Turn around,” Claudio insists, “I’ll clean you better than the shower could.”

Nick whines and does as he’s told, leaning over. Claudio’s tongue is fire against his skin, a few fingers shoved into Nick.

“Can I touch myself?” Nick pleads. “Claudio, please?”

He’s answered by a hand wrapping around him to grab at his dick. That’s all it takes – Nick comes with a shout, covering the wall and losing feeling in his legs. Claudio’s still going at him when he comes back to focus.

“Claudio,” he whimpers. “Too much. Please.”

Gently, carefully, Claudio moves his mouth away and removes his fingers. “How are you, darling?” he asks. “Okay?”

“Okay?!” Nick exclaims. He turns to Claudio, still a bit dizzy. “That was incredible. Holy – I never want to leave this shower.”

“Running up my water bill and you’ve hardly been here a day,” Claudio chuckles. He pulls Nick in and kisses him, sweet and gentle. Nick can taste himself on Claudio lips and moans. “Careful now. Don’t get me started again.”

“Tomorrow,” Nick mumbles, less of a kiss than a rest of his mouth against Claudio’s. He yawns. “Now I’m tired.”

“I’m sure you are,” Claudio says. “A red eye, and you only slept a few hours.”

Nick falls against Claudio’s chest and feels strong arms wrap around his back. “You might have to carry me to the bedroom.”

“Perhaps at a later time, when we’re not all wet and slippery.”

“Who’s fault is that?” Nick asks against Claudio’s skin. He yelps when he feels a finger press against a bruise on his ass.

“Careful now,” Claudio says again, warning tone threatening to get Nick hard again, “only good boys get seconds.”

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Mini playlist:

A Nonsense Christmas - Sabrina Carpenter

Bad Things - Jace Everett

Lick U Clean - Kidneythieves

Beg for It - Iggy Azalea, MO

[winstonsns]

Hey! Could you do something about the greasers going to a fair or some kind of event and there’s a kissing booth where reader works? Thanks!

the gang with reader in a kissing situation (request)

authors note: the heading might be misleading but basically, this post is about the gang and reader going to a fair or them going to a kissing booth where reader works or new year’s eve where the greasers and reader kiss. something like that! sorry if this doesn’t really go with what you asked for, i hope you enjoy though! i’m literally so FUCKING pissed because i just had to write dally’s section and nothing saved!! it’s probably gonna be obvious which ones didn’t save and which ones didn’t, i kinda rushed this once i figured out not all of this saved. enjoy though💗

includes ponyboy, johnny, soda, darry, dally, two-bit and steve

word count: 4.4k

warnings: cussing, slightly suggestive, alcohol

PONYBOY CURTIS

you and ponyboy were at school, sitting in your homeroom together, talking before the teacher loudly said, “class!! as you may have heard, you are going to be paired up with someone in the class, you are to take care of an egg together for a week. the condition of your egg will determine what your final grade will be. take care of the egg like it is your child, if you break it, you will automatically be failed. i have twelve eggs in this carton and will be putting your initials on the bottom of it to make sure no one replaces their egg. and i have decorations here,” she held up a bag, “you and your partner can decorate the egg however you want, which… unfortunately, includes drawing eyes or whatever on it, no inappropriate stuff.”

ponyboy leaned closer to you, whispering into your ear, “i hope we’re paired up, we can’t choose though…” and you nodded, whispering back, “yeah, i think any of the other boys would break the egg…” you heard your boyfriend giggle, a smile forming on your face

the teacher taped a big piece of paper to the whiteboard, stating, “your names are paired together on the paper. go to your partner and decide what the egg’s name will be and how you will decorate it.” then she walked back to her desk, all of the students erupting, words spilling out of their mouths

you looked for your name, seeing it was next to ponyboy’s, reading “y/n and ponyboy”

you tapped your boyfriend’s shoulder, telling him the two of you were together for the project

he gasped, exclaiming, “oh cool, we’re together!! let’s go get our egg from mrs. johnson!!” he sat up from his chair and grabbed your hand, gently dragging you to the front of the classroom

the teacher looked up at the both of you, grabbing an egg from the carton, writing a ‘PC’ and your initials on the bottom of the egg

you let out a “thank you!” and walked back to your desk, taking multiple colored sharpies out of your backpack and showing ponyboy, asking him “what color should the eyes be?”

he thought for a moment and decided, “your eye color! then maybe the hair can be brown-ish red, like mine?”

nodding, you drew eyes on the egg, along with a smile underneath them

you and ponyboy talked about the project and how you would plan out days for when the egg would be with him, and when the egg would be with you

he picked up a brown sharpie and a red sharpie, drawing hair on the top of the egg

“wait, what should the egg’s name be?” your boyfriend asked, you looked at the egg and tilted your head slightly, awkwardly asking, “uhhh… michael…? i don’t know…” you giggled

ponyboy smiled at you and agreed, replying, “yeah, i like that name. i honestly want to name my kid michael— i mean, when i have kids, that is.” he laughed

the day passed by quickly, ponyboy took the egg for the school day and the two of you went to your house after

his backpack was on his back, michael in his hands

when the two of you reached your house, you crocheted a little blanket for the egg, making it harder for it to crack and break

you placed michael in the blanket, putting him on your desk

after a few hours of studying and hanging out, ponyboy left your house, the egg still on your desk

the two of you would switch off having michael each day, and by next monday, the two of you were in homeroom again, with michael in your hands

you looked around, some of the pairs had no egg, some had eggs with cracks, one of them breaking on the table, and one other pair had a perfect egg, just like michael

“hey, i think we’re one of the two pairs that have our egg still intact!!” you beamed

he smiled, looking around the classroom and agreed, “holy shit, we’re amazing!!”

the teacher began walking to each pairs’ desks, she reached yours and was holding a clipboard

she picked up your egg and examined michael, checking if there were any cracks and if the initials were how she had written them

“good job, you two. a hundred percent! you might actually be decent parents one day.” she said, giving an approving smile and moving to the next desk behind you

you turned to ponyboy, seeing him already looking towards you, both of you smiling at each other

“we got an A!!! we did amazing, pony!!!” you exclaimed, he agreed and commented, “we might be the only people who got really good grades!!”

before the end of the school day, mrs. johnson pulled you and ponyboy aside in the hallway

“i just want you two to know that you are the only ones who got perfect scores. for getting perfect scores, you will get extra credit. i’ve noticed both of you, and i know you’re a couple. it’s not a bad thing, but if the other teachers see you kissing or showing too much affection, you might just get in trouble. but anyways, you’re free to go. good job, you two.” she said

you started blushing, both of you thanked the teacher and walked away towards your house

the two of you continued to talk about when you could hang out next, also about the project and how darry and soda would love to see you again

the two of you arrived at your house a few minutes later, you unlocked the door with your keys and opened the door

you and ponyboy walked upstairs to your room and sat on the bed, dropping your backpacks on the floor, you hesitantly asked, “do you think we’d really make good parents, or was she just saying that..?”

“i’m sure we’d be great parents. eggs crack easily, that means we were very gentle, so it’s good! don’t worry about it.” he smiled at you

you looked at him with a loving look in your eyes, putting your hands on his chest and leaning in for a kiss

the kiss was savored, different from how the two of you had kissed before, this was more intimate, more loving

when both of you pulled away from the kiss, ponyboy pulled out a book from his backpack and began to read to you, you had seemed tired the whole day

he was laying on your bed and you were curled up into him, becoming more exhausted by the second

when you fell asleep and he looked at you, you looked peaceful

he put his bookmark in his book, giving you a kiss on the forehead and wrapping his arms around you

JOHNNY CADE

your boyfriend was bored and laying in his bed at home, twisting and turning, not knowing what to do

he sat up when he decided what he would do, remembering you were at a market nearby, trying to promote a small business

so he got up from his bed and changed from his sleep clothes to jeans, a black shirt and a denim jacket

he quietly walked and closed his bedroom door, trying to be spared from a confrontation from his parents

he walked to the front door, looking around before grabbing his shoes and slipping them on, tying the shoelaces

opening the door and walking out, he turned around and gently grabbed the doorknob, twisting it and quietly closing the door

he walked towards the direction of the market, only a few blocks away

when johnny arrived at the market, many vendors were there, food, clothing, other products, animals, etc

he went there to see you, you worked at a kissing booth, and he knew you would make a lot of money because you were known to be very beautiful

he walked down the isle, looking around to see if you were anywhere near or if you would like anything from the vendors

after walking for a while, he saw your booth with around three people in line, most of them came hours ago

you were about to close up the booth soon, so one of the boys in line gave you two dollars, plus a six dollar tip, you quickly gave him a kiss, being tired and just wanting to see your boyfriend again

you repeated the process two more times when the last one walked away with a “thanks,” johnny being right behind the man

“hey, think i could get two kisses? i’m feeling kind of… lonely…” he looked at you with a playful smile, he was still nervous although the two of you were boyfriend and girlfriend

“four dollars,” you said and looked up at him, “i’m just kidding, johnny…” you walked around the stand and put your hands on his face, leaning in for a kiss

he awkwardly and nervously placed his hands on your waist, wrapping them around your midsection

after the two of you pulled away from the kiss, you looked up at him, seeing his face turn into a shade of red, he avoided eye contact

you teasingly kissed his cheek, then placed a few onto his neck, you pulled away and asked him, “you ready to go home now, baby?”

he nodded and asked you, “so, how was your day??” before telling you about his

SODAPOP CURTIS

the two of you were at the fair, wanting to spend some time together for your first new years as a couple

you and soda previously went on many rides and rollercoasters, having fun and giggling the whole time, screaming random things while other people stared at you

after another rollercoaster ride, your boyfriend wrapped an arm around your shoulder, asking, “hey, babe, wanna go to the ferris wheel? i wanted to go there with you before the end of the day, then maybe we can get some food?” looking at you intently

you smiled at him, replying, “sure soda! we can go, i was gonna ask you that too!! i think the ferris wheel is over there.” pointing in front of the two of you

he took his arm off your shoulder and grabbed your hand in a loving gesture

“i hope this doesn’t take too long, i don’t want darry to get mad at me or anything. but if we’re here past 12, then it’s worth it. i’d be with you, anyway.” smiling and winking at you at the end

you giggled at his comment and continued, “oh, shut up… you’re too sweet, soda…” smiling and looking up at him, kissing his cheek softly

the two of you got to the line where the ferris wheel was, and your boyfriend muttered, “oh, boy…”

you and soda waited for around ten minutes before getting to the front of the line

one of the workers scanned your wristband, letting you go inside one of the capsules, your boyfriend right behind you

you sat on the right side of the capsule and your boyfriend sat on the left, both of you continuing to talk about drama that happened in your school and in the DX

the ferris wheel started to move, people got off the capsules and people got on, creating a new rotation of people to be on the ferris wheel at the same time

the cycle repeated until no one from the last rotation was on the ferris wheel, and it began to move in a circular motion with no pauses

“yayyy!! i always love being on here, you can see so much from up here!!” you rejoiced, soda agreed and commented on what you had said

after a few rotations of spinning around, the conductor began to let people off of the ferris wheel

eventually, your capsule was at the top, and you told soda, “thank you for asking me to go here with you. i’ve really enjoyed it, i’m happy i get to spend new years with you.” looking at him sweetly

the two of you heard people counting down from ten, both of you looked at each other, thinking the same thing

“five, four, three, two,” people cheered, and when they said ‘one,’ your boyfriend said, “i love you so much.” both of you leaned over to each other and kissed

your hand was on his cheek, his hand was on your other hand in your lap

once the two of you pulled away from the kiss, you opened your eyes and saw his expression, remembering what ponyboy said, “he’s always talking about you, y/n. getting drunk on just plain living, but it’s even better when he’s with you. everyone can tell. he loves you.”

the ferris wheel began to rotate, and eventually, both of you got off of the capsule, hand in hand

the rides were closing so the two of you walked towards the parking lot where your car was

“you know, it was my plan to have that happen. i was worried we wouldn’t be at the top at that specific moment.” soda confessed, chuckling at the end

“aww, you’re so romantic, hon!! i love you so much… thanks for spending new years with me…” you said, blushing at his words

he replied, “i love you too baby…” knowing he was the luckiest guy on earth to have someone like you

DARRY CURTIS

you were in your house when you got a call, you picked up the phone from your couch and asked, “y/n l/n, what do you need?”

a voice from the other side stated, “hey y/n, it’s ponyboy. i was wondering if you could come over to help me with homework? it’s due tomorrow and darry’s gone…”

you replied with, “i’ll be there in five, don’t worry.” and hung up, grabbing your keys and putting on your shoes, walking outside to your car, turning the keys, causing your car to start

you drove in the direction of darry’s house, knowing the way all too well

when you arrived, you walked into the house, the door being unlocked, and saw your boyfriends youngest brother in the kitchen, sitting at the dinner table with a packet and pencil

he looked up from his work and smiled, you walked over to him and looked at the packet, asking him if he knew the formula for the question he was struggling on

you corrected him and taught him all the correct formulas and ways to solve the problems, before you two knew it, he was done with the packet

then you two heard the door open, you looked over to see darry smiling at the two of you

he took off his shoes and gently closed the door, walked towards you and his brother, he asked, “hey you two. pony, how was school? and as much as i love your company, y/n, what are you doing here?” kissing your forehead and ruffling his brothers hair, chuckling

“ah, school was okay. your girl’s here because i asked her to come over to help me with my homework. i got it done, since you always talk about how she’s really smart, i doubt you have to check my answers” ponyboy replied

darry smiled at him and looked at the clock, frowning and stating, “shit, pony, it’s late— you ought to be in bed right now, pack up your backpack, go sleep.”

his brother got up from his chair, thanked, “thank you y/n. you’re really smart.” and left to go to his room, he closed the door as quick as he had opened it

you hardly got any time to say anything, but as soon as darry heard the door close, his lips were on yours and your hands were on his chest

the kiss was long and passionate, when the two of you pulled away, he had a look in his eyes

you lightly punched his shoulder and commented, “your brother needs to sleep, dare.”

he chuckled at what you said and gave you a kiss on the cheek

DALLAS WINSTON

you were upstairs in your boyfriends room, he was partying downstairs and had a few drinks

“wh-wheres my girlfriend, man…” he kept mumbling, asking people around him where you were

“jesus christ, dally, she’s upstairs.” buck finally answered, dally still being confused, asking where the stairs were

buck pointed to where the stairs were and your boyfriend walked past many people, slouching and just wanting to see you

he cracked open the door to see you on his bed, he had a worried look on his face

“awwwh, hi dal… you okay, baby?” you talked softly getting up off the bed and opening the door, inviting him to come in

he consciously walked into the bedroom, looking around before setting his gaze on you

you gently took his hand in yours and sat him on the bed, he still had that pouty look on his face, almost puppy eyes looking at you

“you okay, dal? do you want anything, you feeling okay…?” you whispered to him, however he didn’t respond

he just leaned into a kiss, wrapping his arms around your midsection and kissing your cheeks down to your neck, to your collarbone and trying to go lower

“aww, baby… i don’t think we should, don’t want you to do something you’ll regret, okay?” you suggested

he started whining and complaining, kicking his feet like a child, something dally would never do if he was sober, you couldn’t wait to tell him about that in the morning

you laid down on the bed and he laid down next to you, his head near your chest, a pouty look still on his face

you didn’t know how to make him look happier, so you leaned down a bit and put your hand on his cheek, giving him a long and passionate kiss, feeling him trying to get closer to you, leaning more into the kiss if that was even possible

when you pulled away from the kiss, he was smiling and looked at you lovingly, he wrapped an arm around you and a leg around yours, mumbling an, “i love you…” before drifting off to sleep

you smiled at him, this was the only time he actually looked peaceful, when he was asleep

you protectively put an arm around him and put your chin above his head, drifting off to sleep too

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS

you and keith were at your house, you were baking in your kitchen when your boyfriend asked, “hey, um, wanna go to this comedy thing with me at a restaurant today? i think it’d be fun, you don’t gotta go if you don’t wanna though.” looking a bit nervous

you looked at him for a few seconds before excitedly agreeing, “sure!!!” you’re ent back to measuring ingredients for brownies and mixed them

two-bit measured the dry ingredients and poured them into the dry mix, mixing them together and pouring it into a square pan

you had previously set the temperature to 350 fahrenheit, so you put on kitchen mittens and grabbed the pan, pushing it into the oven

you put the timer for twenty five minutes for the brownies to bake, and in the meantime, you and keith talked about his sister

after the timer went off, you turned off the alarm and lowered the oven temperature, opening the oven and taking out the pan after putting on your kitchen mittens

“the show’s in around an hour, should probably get dressed so we can leave soon. it’ll take about twenty minutes to drive there.” your boyfriend commented, you nodded and gave him a kiss before walking up to your bedroom

after you looked through your wardrobe and picked out an outfit, you walked to your bathroom to brush your teeth and fix your hair

you then walked downstairs and stated, “i’m ready!!” to see keith on the couch, waiting for you

he looked up and saw you, his jaw dropped and gasped, “jesus… you look stunning…” and chuckled

you giggled and walked over to him, grabbing his hand after you grabbed your wallet

you walked outside to your car, locking your house door and getting inside the car

the two of you buckled your seatbelts and steve turned on the radio, elvis was playing

you arrived at the restaurant around thirty minutes later due to traffic and raced to the entrance

the worker at the cashier greeted you, “hello, do you two have a reservation?”

“uh, yeah, we have a reservation for keith. two people.” your boyfriend replied

the worker told you to take a seat wherever, but it was difficult to find space, the restaurant was packed

the both of you walked around and eventually sat down at a booth on opposite sides, looking at the menu while talking about the setup

after you two decided what you were getting, a waitress came over and exclaimed, “hello, my name is sarah and i’ll be your waitress for today! what can i get started for you?” and wrote down on her notepad while keith ordered, then you ordered

“alright, i’ll be back in around thirty minutes with your meals!” she replied

the two of you continued with your conversation and had your drinks, around ten minutes without food, the comedian came out and thanked everyone for being at the restaurant

he started telling jokes, you and keith would look at each other whenever something was funny

you knew he really liked that comedian, so you were joyful to see him enjoying this

around twenty minutes later, the comedian was still talking and sarah came to the table with your food, quietly stating, “enjoy, you two!”

you thanked her and began gnawing on your food, nearly starving, two-bit almost spat out his food due to laughing, almost making you choke

around an hour after being at the restaurant, the comedian thanked everyone for being there, once again, and left

you and two-bit were finished with your food, sarah came by with the check and you pulled out your wallet, giving her a twenty dollar tip plus what you were supposed to pay

“alright, ready keith?” you asked, smiling at him, he nodded, feeling sleepy because he was stuffed with food

the two of you walked out of the restaurant hand in hand all the way to the car

you sat in the drivers seat and put the keys in, twisting it and turning the car on, keith in the passengers seat

both of you talked about how funny the comedian was and how you’d love to go again with him sometime while you were driving to your boyfriends house

when you arrived at his house, you walked him up to the entrance, pausing and looking at him for a couple seconds

“thank you for asking me to go with you, keith. i really love spending time with you…” you smiled, blushing at the thought of the two of you in the romantic situation

he smiled and looked away, a little nervous, then you pulled him in for a kiss and put your hands on his shoulders, his hands on your hips

when you pulled away, you smiled at him and walked back to your car

he watched you pull out of the parking space, waving at you before you fully left

he thought about how much he enjoyed being with you, he loved you so much and wanted to spend more time with you

STEVE RANDLE

you and steve were walking to a field where you would watch a firework show, it was the fourth of july and he wanted to celebrate

“yeah, this crazy lady came into the DX and was like ‘i deserve all this money because i’ve been in america for 15 years!!’ and me and soda looked at each other, because why the fuck would anyone think that…” he said, genuinely confused

“maybe she had a mental problem..” you shrugged

steve loved how you would always try to see the good in people, or maybe a reason why they act like why they do, a reason to think someone’s a good person

anyway, the two of you arrived at the field and saw hundreds of people, some sitting on blankets and some sitting on the grass, some laying down and some standing up

after walking around, the two of you saw an empty space, you placed your blanket onto the ground and sat down next to your boyfriend

the two of you were talking when the first firework exploded after ten minutes of nothing, people clapping and saying ‘america’ ‘USA’ ‘i’m gonna shit my pants that looks so cool’

after forty minutes of many fireworks and loud noises, there was a loud voice coming from a speaker, saying, “alright, this is our final firework folks! we hope you have a great rest of your night! happy fourth of july!”

multiple red, white and blue fireworks shot up into the air with loud ‘boom’s, many people ‘ooo’ing and ‘woahhh’ing

you looked to your left to see steve staring up at the fireworks, believing he felt at peace for the first time in a long time

he noticed you staring and smirked, looking at your eyes then your lips, putting his hand on your cheek and giving you a kiss

you kissed him back, and when the two of you pulled away, you put your head in his shoulder

the fireworks were still going, and steve said, “i love you, y/n.”

you replied quietly, “i love you too, stevie.” knowing his friends made fun of him for that nickname, he chuckled at it

authors note: god, the way my jaw fucking dropped when i opened tumblr back up and saw more than half of my progress gone LMAO. sorry this is posted late, hope you guys enjoyed.

[eefonline]

okay EEF. hi! you’re gonna get compliments now

just wanted to talk abt your music taste. ur emo music tastes are obviously awesome and thanks for the recs a while back! (you can give me more if you want just sayin) and your music taste is superb. mcr? TOP TIER, no duh. even tho i don’t listen to them often, they’re still awesome and probably one of my fave bands (not just music wise, how well known n stuff)

ok but remember when me you n oliver were talking abt byler and laufey and when you brought up that promise was so mike coded? yea you guys are awesome i think that time will be in my mind forever (spinning it around in the microwave of which i call my brain)

ok i know you had a scott pilgrim hyperfixation before the anime came out and i never really understood why (didn’t see the movie or read the comics i’ll read the comics dw) but oh my god. now ik why you like it so much it’s so. near and dear to my heart just. THE CHARACTERS AND THE PLOT my god. magnificent

ok but you’re super duper kind and have talked to me a lot and are super funny. cracks me up like an egg fr. you’re an extrovert (ik ur personality type started with an E) and super easy to talk to (/pos btw) and it’s nice to talk to you because of that. we could be talking about byler and then start talking about something completely unrelated.

anyways happy new years, see you in 2024!

DERRICK I MIGHT CRY WHAT THE FUUUUUUCCCCCKKK. IM SORRY 4 SUCH A L8 REPLY BTW I WAS HOSTING A NYE PARTY W MY IRLS

ANYWAYS IDEK WHERE 2 START. I SHOULD PROBABLY SOTP USING CAPS BUT FUCK THAT. OK SO. FIRST OF ALL, HAPPY NEW YEARS I HOPE UR 2024 IS SO CRAZY GOOD ‼️‼️‼️

NEXT, I WANT 2 SAY THAT U HAVE BEEN SUCH A GOOD MUTUAL AND FRIEND UR SO FUNNY AND SILLY AND IT’S FUCKING AWESOME UR COMPLIMENTS R HITTING SO HARS BC WAAAKWKSM

ok i think im good now n can stop using caps. ur so real!!!!! i fucking LOVE spvtw spto n all of its related content ITS SO GOOD 😭😭 I AM SO HAPPY THE ANIME HAS INTRODUCED MORE PPL TO IT IT’S A BREATH OF FRESH AIR OR WTEVER THAT 1 PHRASE IS

ACTUALLY FOING ALL OVER THE PLACE THIS IS NOT IN ORDER I AM SOOOO SORRY. NEXT, i also remember that!!!!!! it was so fun 2 talk about!!! i think i have fun talking 2 u in general ngl :]]]

THANKKKK UUUUU 4 THE COMPLIMENTS ON MY MUSIC TASTE I LUV MUSIC SM SO ITS SO GOOD TO HEAR SOMEONE ACTUALLY ENJOY THE RECS I GIVE THEM

also just realized that “done with cpas” thing was a lie SORRY IT JUST FEELS RIGHT!!!! n e ways tysm again!!!! i thought abt saying more but noen of it would make sense asi am so tired 💔 happy new years, finn :]]]]]

[silver-ink-iron-words]

You guys are going to give me heart problems with how sweet you're being ❤

(Also thanks for the egg)

(Also also, no worries lol the multiple requests are funny)

Really hope you like Part 3

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CW - Violence

Part 1

Part 2

A Bird in the Hand, Part 3

“And this one’s called ghost pipe,” the civilian said, pointing to the little snow-colored plant. “You see, it’s white because it doesn’t have chlorophyll. Instead of getting nutrients from the sun, it’s a parasite feeding on mycorrhizal fungi.”

The hero bent down next to the civilian to look. “Huh. I didn’t know that was possible.”

“Yeah! And these are – ”

The civilian stopped.

“Is something wrong?” the hero asked.

“No, everything’s fine!”

What was the civilian doing? They were on a date with the coolest hero in their city, and they were boring them with stupid plant facts?

“Let’s keep walking,” the civilian said. They stood and peered down the forest trail. “It shouldn’t be that much farther to the lake.” They started moving forward.

“I want to know about the plants.”

The civilian paused, and glanced back at the hero. “You do?”

“Yeah.” The hero shined a bashful smile. “I could listen to you talk for hours.”

The civilian’s heart skipped a beat, and they felt their face grow warm.

They crouched down again, and told the hero everything they knew.

---

The villain loomed tall over the civilian, the outlines of their silhouette illuminated by the moonlight.

They were a wraith. A reaper. A shadowy spectre rearing up to finally end the civilian to kill them to put them out of their misery to –

The villain sat down on the rolling footstool, and stared at the civilian with those socket-dark eyes.

The civilian suppressed a shudder. They had the ridiculous urge to apologize.

“Too clever by far,” the villain said, their chin in their palm. “What ever am I going to do with you?”

“I’m sorry.” Damn it. “I’m so sorry, I should have listened to you. I should have stayed in my room, I should have – ”

“Hey,” the villain said. They placed a gentle hand on the civilian’s head. “It’s alright.”

The civilian gripped the damning photos in their hands. No it fucking isn’t.

“I’m not angry.” The villain’s fingers slid into the civilian’s hair, down the back of their head. “This is my fault, for not explaining myself better.”

The civilian blinked at them. They tried and failed to swallow a heavy lump in their throat. “You’re lying.”

“Why dear, you’re getting to know me so well.”

They smashed the civilian’s head into the hard wood of the desk.

Everything reeled around the civilian. They forced themself to suck in one breath. And then another. The bloody crack in their forehead throbbed like a heartbeat.

“Do you know why I’m doing this, love?”

“When did you start calling me things like that?”

“Come now. Guess. The punishment is useless if you don’t know what it’s for.”

The civilian quivered. Their broken leg ached like a migraine. “It’s because I disobeyed you.”

“Close.” The villain stroked the civilian’s hair again, making them flinch. “It’s because you’re still looking for a way out.”

The civilian’s whole body trembled. The photos crinkled in their fists. “But you said that you’d let me go eventually.”

“Hmm. Maybe not so clever after all.”

The world tunneled down to nothing around the civilian. They wanted to scream. But they bit their howls back behind teeth clenched hard enough to break.

What if they’d never approached the villain? What if they’d left it to the hero to do their own god damned job? What if they’d never met the hero in the first place? What if –

The  villain settled to the floor, and wrapped both arms around the civilian’s shoulders. “I want you to promise me, darling.”

Would it be suicide to elbow the villain right now? “Promise what?”

The villain removed one of their hands to reach for the floor. “Promise you’ll never leave, of course.”

They lifted their hand again, and the civilian saw the letter opener glint in the moonlight.

They jerked back. Flailed their way out of the villain’s grip. Their leg roared in protest, but they didn’t care.

They crawled backwards on the floor. They made it one foot. Two.

The villain seized their shirt and slammed them down. The civilian’s head bounced on the floorboards.

Quick as a geyser, the villain heaved the letter opener into the air.

The civilian closed their eyes.

“I want crutches!”

The villain stilled above them, the weapon frozen over their head. “What?”

The civilian wrenched their eyes open again.

“You don’t want me dead,” they breathed. It was a gamble. It was presumptuous. It was all they had. “I don’t know why you care about me. But – but you do. You don’t want me dead. You almost watched me die, and it scared the hell out of you.”

The villain’s jaw was set, their eyes black and unreadable. They still held that letter opener in their fist. But they didn’t deny the civilian’s words.

“If – if I’m going to stay, I want crutches.” What are you saying? “I want twice daily walks around the grounds.” Stop fucking talking. “I want regular pain meds.”

They choked down a sob, and tried to ignore that they were once again bargaining their freedom away.

But, blessedly, the villain paused. They lowered their hand. Climbed off the civilian. Settled into their office chair.

“Alright, love,” they said with a grin. “Anything you want.” But before the civilian could even exhale – “First, sing for me.”

The civilian’s brows twisted. “What?”

The villain’s grin widened, and they leaned forward. “Any song you like. Even this one will do.”

They stabbed the civilian’s good leg.

The civilian’s shrieks echoed through the cavernous dark.

---

The civilian woke the next morning to a pair of crutches by their bed, and an instruction pamphlet on how to use them. It felt like a taunt, considering the state of each of the civilian’s legs.

There was also a note.

Your voice is beautiful, darling. Enjoy the gift. I’ll come by later to see you, so be ready to sing for me all night long.

Part 4

[mortytheestallion]

tasting glass

Part 2   Part 3

Rating: 18+ (No minors); explicit 

Wordcount: 1.6k

Warnings: Rick Sanchez x F!Reader, angst, implied age gap, unprotected sex, daddy kink

A/N: Hello I’m back from the dead, I know I’ve been lacking on both fandoms but my hyperfixations have died. In honor of season 5 here’s a new little mini-series I’m challenging myself to this summer! This takes place in between episodes 2 and 3!

The summer heat was humid and sticky as Rick finished his latest project. The sweltering seemed to permeate the garage just the same with the door opened or closed, and with Beth and Jerry’s latest fight reaching its peak, he decided hiding away was his best bet. 

Rick and the heat did not get along well, something that translated to the rest of the family, it felt as though he was fending off Summer and Morty with a stick. Their boredom was not his problem though, he had much better things to do. The thought of slipping away had plagued his mind for the last few hours, but the fever of the summer seemed to make his mind feel like syrup. 

“What I wouldn’t fucking give for a pool right now?” Rick murmured to himself, his brow furrowing at the reminder of his own sticky misery. The sky bathed the house in a silky red with the sun slipping down under the horizon. He took another sip from his flask, turning to lean on the workbench. 

He heaved a deep sigh as his phone caught the corner of his eye, you were ignoring him, and in true Rick fashion he had taken that in stride. His eyes narrowed unconsciously as he thought about it, his empty hand tightening into a fist. He didn’t fucking need you.

 He didn’t need anybody.

Beth’s shrill voice cut through the air followed by some thuds and an “Ow!” from Jerry. That earned an eye roll from Rick and while he wouldn’t mind going in there and tearing them a new one, it was too much work. Morty was breathing down his neck about letting them be, that they were happy. He had scoffed when Morty said that, it was bullshit and he wouldn’t be surprised if someone wanted another divorce in the next 6 months. 

Nonetheless, he was stuck in this stuffy house with his family’s bullshit to avoid your bullshit and he was starting to feel suffocated. Why did he give a shit if you were mad, fuck if you wanted to play that game so would he. Maybe it was the liquor he had just downed but it really didn't take much to get Rick riled up. And you knew that. 

He could feel the anger blooming in his chest, he wasn’t some fucking teenager in a petty fight with some dumb, little girlfriend. Suddenly he was hot with anger and before he knew it, a portal was in the center of the floor and he was walking through. Damned be his new fibermesh epidermis defense, and fuck his family, always asking him for shit. 

One foot through he stopped and thought of you briefly softening, he had been pretty rough on you lately. You called, he declined. You showed up, he went out the nearest portal. He had really only been around lately to take care of his own needs.

A particularly loud curse from inside the house brought him right back to his original train of thought, he was the smartest man in the universe, he didn’t need to take crap from you. You should be thanking him for his presence in your life. 

“You have some fucking nerve.” 

You shrieked as Rick pulled back the shower curtain. A cold shower was one of the better ways to fend off the heat with the air conditioner broken, especially since Rick had moaned, groaned, and wormed his way out of fixing it. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” You hissed as he climbed in fully clothed, his brow in a prominent V-shape, lids half mast. It would have been comical in any other situation, his lanky body struggling to fit in your small shower, an almost bored expression on his face as the water drenched his clothes. 

“Me?” Rick scoffed, and narrowed his eyes at you. He began to lose his composure a bit, having your wet naked body in front of him. 

“Yes, you. You can’t just barge in here unannounced anymore Rick. I’m not some toy you can pick up when you’re bored and throw it away when you’re not.”

He feigned a hurt look, shrugged the now soaked coat from his shoulders. “I have enough toys, sweetheart, if you were one you’d know.”

That earned a huff from you, it had been a long day and the last thing you needed was Rick’s bullshit. Turning back to face the water, you rinsed the rest of the soap off of you, jumping slightly as his arms snaked their way around your waist. 

“C’mon,” he murmured, pressing kisses to your shoulder, you could feel the hard press of cold denim against your ass as he ground into you, “you know you can’t refuse my huge dynamite penis.” 

That earned a snort from you, the hard shell of anger cracking slightly. “You’re not off that easy, Rick. You’ve been a huge asshole lately, even more than usual.” 

His hands came up to massage your breasts, the feeling amplified by the cold water. You let out a low moan as he latched his mouth to the sweet spot on your neck while one hand tweaked your nipple, and the other snuck its way down to stroke your fluttering core. 

“S-shit baby you can’t still —is this all for me?” You could feel his wolfish grin against the back of your neck, and in return you arched your back more to grind against his erection. His long fingers trace through your folds as he removes his other hand to undo his belt, you feel the tight heat in your lower belly as you gush around his fingers. 

“Fuck,” Rick murmurs, stopping his motions momentarily to land a hard smack on your ass. You bite back a whine, wanting to maintain some semblance of composure, despite him being knuckle-deep in you. His fingers suddenly press against something deep and spongy within you, your knees buckle as you lurch forward, the unexpected waves of pleasure shivers down your body. Rick lets out another curse, his arm darting out to grip your waist, surely you would’ve fallen face-first into the wall had he not been holding you up.

He inhales sharply as you clench around his fingers, whispering good girl into your neck as you ride it out. He eases out of you, your juices dripping down your thighs, the feeling coupled with the uncomfortable chill of the water makes you shudder. 

“You’re a dirty little slut,” you tense again as he aligns himself to your entrance, still a little sensitive from your release, “beg me baby, I-I want to hear you.”

You mewl as he pushes into you, the stretch rides the line of pleasure and pain, Rick barely gives you enough time to get used to it before he bucks his hips and grips your jaw as a warning, “Beg.”

“Please, Rick, I want — I want you to fuck me,” your voice comes out whiny making you wince a bit, but it seems to please Rick as he sets a deep pace, biting into your neck hard enough it's sure to leave a mark.

You can’t help but arch your back even further, this seems to please him as he releases his bite on your neck, “Someone’s eager, y-you can’t seem to get enough of my dick can you?” You moan in response, snaking a hand down to rub the tender bundle of nerves. 

You clench at the contact, leading Rick to fasten his pace, his hand moving to tighten around your neck. 

“You’re my — you’re daddy’s good girl aren’t you? Can’t get enough of m-my monster cock, you wanna come don’t you? Don’t fucking dare, not until I say so.”

All you can manage is incoherent moans with the occasional Rick! thrown in, you’re too cockdumb to be embarrassed or angry anymore. Rick has his way of getting out of trouble, especially with you. 

His brutal pace coupled with your own fingers becomes too much for you as you near your second orgasm, Rick seemed to egg you on as his own fingers replaced yours, you could feel your stomach tightening as your release began to stir in the peak of your stomach. 

“Come on my dick, baby, let the neighbors hear you scream my name.”

The pleasure washes over you in waves, your pussy clenching hard around his dick, he thrusts with wild abandon chasing his own release. You can feel him rut against your sensitive walls, riding your post-orgasmic haze. He spills inside you a few moments later letting out a string of expletives in true Rick fashion. You feel yourself stir again slightly as you feel him fill you up, but Rick extracts himself from you gracelessly. 

Coming back to your senses you rinse the mixture of juices off your legs, much to Rick’s distaste, and turn off the water. You shiver from being drenched for so long, side-eyeing Rick as he avoids your gaze. 

“You’re dripping on my floor,” you murmur, he stands there uncomfortably, it's not lost on you that his portal gun has returned to his hand.

“Well, I-I should go.”

“Typical.”

Rick can feel the anger simmer low in his belly at your dig, “What do you mean typical?”

“Well let’s see Rick, you show up angry and unannounced, seduce me in my show—” “I didn’t seduce you! And —and frankly, I resent the accusation!” “And now you’re leaving with no explanation. This isn’t sustainable long term, Rick.”

“And what makes you think I want to be here long term,” He regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, a hurt look flashes across your face before it's replaced with anger. 

“Come on, baby, I-I didn’t mean it.” 

He reaches out for you and you jerk backwards, “Your family may have taken you back, but I’m not this time Rick.” 

He opens his mouth, but you cut him off, “Just go, it’s what you’re best at.”

Rage blinds him as he shoots a portal to the floor, “Don’t — I’m not coming back this time.”

“I know you're not.” And with that he’s gone.

[bucksfucks]

messing with a gemini | chris evans

gif credit.

SUMMARY || chris is a gemini, so you should expect nothing less than snide remarks, witty charm, and mind-blowing sex.

PAIRING || chris evans x reader

WORD COUNT || 1,902 words

WARNINGS || banter, teasing, cocky!chris, definite praise kink, light choking kink, chris goes down on the reader, fingering, oral, drinking, unprotected sex, both smutty, soft, and teasing — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

NOTES || mmmmgmmgmgmgmgmg yeah

     The sound of the door shutting can only mean one thing.

    “Look what the cat dragged in,” you greet him, not turning around to face him.

    “Sweetheart if you don’t learn to shut that pretty little mouth of yours, I’ll do it for you.”

    Another snide remark, another sly smirk, and another roll of your eyes as Chris slides past you with a cup of tea in his hands.

    “You couldn’t make me if you tried.” You spat back, narrowing your eyes at him as you watched him quirk an eyebrow; intrigued at your comment.

    “Is that a challenge? Because you know I never back down from you.” He replies cooly, folding his arms over his chest before taking a sip of his hot drink.

    “Ah yes, how could I forget,” you feign enthusiasm, “you’re a Gemini.” You deadpan and now it’s his turn to roll his eyes.

    He kicks his foot off the wall behind him, “you didn’t answer my question, sweetheart.” He winks, brushing past your shoulder as you scoff.

    He’s gonna out of your sight before you have the chance to say anything else, letting out an exasperated sigh as you will yourself to calm down.

    “Hey!” Someone shouts through the trailer door, “can you run down to makeup for backup?” You don’t get to answer.

    “Thanks!”

    Before whoever it was slammed the door shut and you let out another frustrated groan.

    You knew what you signed up for, you weren’t head of makeup. You weren’t even assistant head. No, you were one of the nobodies.

    Someone they hire to run from one end of set to the other only to get yelled at for not having enough brushes or the right shade of a palette.

    It was almost poetic.

    “Hey, I’m here, what did you guys need?” You ask as you put on a fake smile and enter the makeup trailer.

    The trailer where Chris is sat getting his hair done.

    Your blood boiled, wasn’t he supposed to be a charmer? A sweetheart? Maybe he was just really getting into character?

    “Can you sweep the floor and make sure there’s no more hair?”

    You had to physically fight the urge to drop your face, “sure!”

    You grabbed the broom, feeling embarrassed as you quietly sunk into the background as you felt Chris’ eyes on you.

    A few medial, mind numbing tasks later and it was closing in on 2am. Your notification-less phone screen lit up the empty trailer you were left to clean up.

    Not that you really minded.

    You find solace in the only time of the day where things seem to slow down. You also didn’t hate being alone where you could listen to music and clean hairbrushes.

    “So this is what you do after we cut.” The sound of Chris’ laugh startles you as you let out a soft yelp.

    He has a soft smile on his face, almost unrecognizable without his beard.

    “I thought I was alone,” you reply meekly, turning the volume lower on your phone as Chris shook his head.

    “Oh, I know,” he laughs, “I don’t think anyone would be belting out Queen like that if they didn’t think they were alone.”

    Once again, you feel embarrassed in front of him, shaking your head.

    “Whatever,” you try to brush it off. “Did you need something?” You ask as he shakes his head.

    “I was just checkin’ in on you.” He replies and you’re a little taken aback.

    “Oh, well thanks, but I’m okay. Just finishing up cleaning.” You said with a tight lipped smile and a nod of your head.

    Chris stands there for a second, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looks over his shoulder before clearing his throat.

    “Well uh, some of the cast and crew are havin’ some drinks and pizza later, if you wanted to tag along.”

    The invite makes your stomach drop into your lower belly as you open your mouth.

    You have to take a moment to formulate the words.

    “It’s getting pretty late, I think I’m just gonna head back to my hotel room. Parties aren’t really my thing.” You joke, lightening the mood as Chris cracks a smile.

    “Sure thing, sweetheart. The invites always there,” he says before turning on his heels and leaving you to yourself.

    Chris Evans was an enigma that you didn’t think you’d ever crack.

~

    The soft knock at your door caused your neck to snap in its direction, uncrossing your legs as you slid off the too big hotel bed and looked through the peep hole.

    It was hard to make out the figure, but it looked like...no, it couldn’t be.

    “Chris?” His name slipped through your lips as you opened the door.

    He beamed a smile as he held up a case of beer and box of pizza.

    “Turns out, parties aren’t my thing either.”

    You couldn’t help but chuckle as you moved aside to let him in.

    “And you decided that coming to my room at,” you had to check the time, “3:16 in the morning was the logical thing to do?”

    He set everything down on the coffee table before hopping onto your bed, “yup.”

    You had to roll your eyes as you laughed, closing and locking the door as you stepped in front of him.

    “C’mon kid,” oh, why did that do something to you?

    “You work hard every day of the week, you deserve one night to not care about anything.” His words were gentle as he stood up to grab a beer.

    “Want one?” He asked, holding a beer up as you replayed his words.

    “Sure,” he was right, you do deserve a break.

    You both took a seat on the small, uncomfortable couch in the room as you took a sip. Well, it was beer.

    “So,” you broke the silence, “the Chris Evans doesn’t like parties?” You quirked an amused eyebrow as he laughed.

    “Maybe I wanted to escape to see you, is that so bad?” He said, licking his bottom lip; not breaking eye contact.

    You shook your head, “such a fucking Gemini,” you mumble as Chris smirks.

    “What did I say about that smart mouth of yours?” He eggs you on, leaning forward and giving your knee a squeeze.

    “I don’t remember.” You bite back, feeling your heart kicking in your chest as you feel his breath fanning over your face.

    “Maybe I should teach you a lesson or two then, hmm?” He purrs, running his free hand up your neck and resting it there.

    “I dare you,” you mumble, transfixed on the feeling of his warm hands on you.

    The dominos fall and Chris’ lips are meshed with yours, the faint taste of beer on them as you wrap your fingers in the collar of his shirt.

    “You know I never back down from a challenge,” he murmurs against your lips before taking you by the hand and leading you to the bed.

    He pushes you onto it, the sheets around you as the weight of Chris’ body pushed you further into it.

    “Ah ah,” he tsks when you let out a soft moan, “I thought I told you to keep quiet for me.”

    You swallow thickly, throat dry and lips parted as you gasp when you can feel the weight of him between your hips.

    “Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you be a good girl?” He purrs, absolutely knowing what it does to you as you writhe under him. 

    “Good,” he hums. “Now let’s see how good you are when I’m between your legs makin’ then shake.”

    His wink doesn’t go unnoticed by you as your clothes are shed, his coming off until he’s left in nothing but his boxers.

    There’s little left to the imagination, the outline of his cock clear as he wraps his hands around your ankles and tugs you down to the end of the bed.

    You yelp, sliding off the pillows as he sinks to his knees, hungry eyes just waiting to taste you.

    “Look at you,” he cooes, “drippin’ at the thought of me between your thighs?” He mocks, cocking his head to side as he keeps your legs open.

    Chaste kisses are pressed to your inner thighs, gently as you try to stop the plea’s that are begging to slip past your mouth.

    “You’re bein’ so patient for me too, good girl.” He praises, he breath over your core is hot as you grab for his hair.

    The feeling of his tongue makes you moan and squeeze your legs around his head.

    “Mmm,” he hums, “that good already?”

    If he wasn’t buried between your legs you might’ve, just might’ve had the courage to roll your eyes.

    His fingers tease your entrance as his mouth works over your clit.

    There’s no holding back now.

    You don’t care how loud you’re being, giving into the sensation as he works you to the edge, your legs shaking.

    “You wanna come, don’t you, pretty girl?” Yes, God, yes.

    “Well that’s too bad,” he taunts making you let out a whine.

    “Not until I’m buried deep ‘side of you,” he grunts, quickly stripping off the rest of his clothes until he’s crawling back over you with a condom in his hand.

    You’re still dizzy, slightly angry from your denied orgasm, but wanting nothing more than to feel him stretching you out.

    “You think you’re ready for my cock,” he smirks teasingly as you feel him at your entrance.

    You whine, bringing his lips to your but he stops you at the last second.

    “Uh uh baby, I wanna hear you beg for it.” He taunts, nose brushing yours.

    “Fuck,” you whimper, “please, just fuck me.” You beg, eyes meeting his.

    That’s all he needs before he’s slowly sinking into you, watching your face contort in immeasurable pleasure.

    “Feel so fuckin’ good,” he grunts, “so tight and warm.”

    Your fingers dig into his speckled back, finding your ground as you dig into the soft skin as he thrusts into you.

    Suddenly, the only think you can think about is how good this feels.

    “My pretty girl,” he whispers, bending your one leg at the knee to get a deeper angle.

    “Takin’ my cock so goddamn well,” he grunts, “gonna make me come.”

    His words send a shiver down your spine as your walls flutter around him. He drops on one of his elbows, getting impossibly close to you.

    “You’re gonna come too, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He teases, lips on yours swallowing every moan before you feel a hand around your throat.

    “Look at me when you come, baby,” he purrs, applying just the slightest amount of pressure to the column of your throat.

    “Wanna see you come for me,” he smirks, his thrusts getting harsher before you feel yourself giving into your orgasm.

    Your body shakes as your mouth falls open, his name a breathy moan before you feel his hips stuttering.

    He sounds exhausted after he spills inside of you, tumbling on top of you as you’re left in sweaty silence as you’re left with nothing to do but run your fingers through his dampened hair.

    “Gemini or not, you’re what made me weak in the knees, sweetheart.” Chris whispers, eyes on yours as you feel a flutter in your heart.

    “There’s somethin’ about you that I won’t ever grow tired of, that I’m sure about.”

[theshelbyclan]

Thura, darling, I have a request I hope you'll consider. 💗 I love Teddy so much and I was thinking about Polly/Esme/Linda insisting she learn to bake. Teddy is frustrated she has to be in the kitchen while Finn is allowed to play outside. She ends up sabotaging the food (replacing salt for sugar or something) so everyone will think she's hopeless and stop trying to teach her a skill she doesn't ever plan on using. If this is too specific or you don't feel like writing it, I understand. I hope you like the idea though!

I loved this idea, so cute and very Teddy, thank you for sending it in!

******

While Teddy was staying at the Lee camp, Esme had been looking out for her. It’s funny, because Esme was being married off for being ‘too wild’, but she still felt like she had to be the one to teach Teddy all about being a good gypsy wife. This meant she had to learn how to clean, to take care of the camp and to cook.  Back in Small Heath, Esme still felt responsible for her somehow, so she’d grabbed Teddy and hoisted her along to the kitchen. “But I don’t want to!” Teddy whined.  “Tough,” her friend said without any room for argument, “Today’s the day you learn. Polly’s agreed.”  “Whyyyyyyyy? It’s not like I’ll marry anyways.” Esme shrugged, “Either way, we’re baking a cake today. It’s John’s birthday today and what better time to learn!”  Teddy rolled her eyes and looked out the window with a longing gaze. Outside, Finn was playing football with some of their friends, and Teddy would give anything to be out there right now. So, as Esme’s back was turned, she tried to make a run for it. Esme, however, had six younger siblings, so quick as a flash, she’d caught Teddy’s wrist and held it firmly. Teddy took one look at her and decided resistance was indeed futile. Throwing flower about angrily and managing to crack as many eggs as possible in the process, Teddy was probably the angriest baker anyone had ever seen. Each broken egg earned her a slap from Esme, but it didn’t help much. But then her sister-in-law said, “If you do a good job, your brothers will be so proud of you and they’ll ask you to bake for them all the time!”  But that was the last fucking thing Teddy wanted.  Smirking to herself, she came up with a plan. Quickly she broke another egg, not entirely by accident as she threw it across the kitchen, received Esme’s slap with some dignity at least, and when she turned to clean it up, Teddy grabbed the salt and emptied the container into the mixture. Vaguely she wondered if this would be enough, but looking at the mountain of salt, it’d have to do.  “I’m actually enjoying this a little,” Teddy chatted away happily, “Maybe I could do this all the time. I might have the talent for it!”  Esme was looking at her darkly, egg still in her hair, “Well, I’m fucking not. Next time, Polly can deal with you.”  Cheerfully stirring, Teddy couldn’t wait. A few hours later, the kitchen did smell amazing. Everyone had gathered around, but as Polly was preparing for dinner, she mumbled, “What happened to my salt?” Teddy quickly looked away and cut a slice of cake for everyone. “Made it myself!” she announced proudly.  Fork in the air, there was no way she was taking a bite. But she did watch the others eagerly, as they brought the cake to their lips. At once, everyone started coughing and John actually spat his cake across the kitchen. Polly frowned and tasted the tiniest crumble of cake, “Esme, what the fuck did you do?” “It wasn’t me who did this!” she protested, “She must’ve gotten the salt and sugar mixed up somehow.” “That is bloody awful, sister,” Arthur said through his laughter, “I mean, well done for trying, but never again.”  “You mixed up the salt and sugar, eh?” Tommy fixed her with a stern gaze. “I didn’t know,” Teddy put on big eyes, “I thought I would be good at baking!” Arthur burst out laughing again, “You’re not, sweetheart, you’re really not.” John tried to be more gentle, “I appreciate the gesture, Teddy, just, next time get me one from the baker, alright? No more baking for you.” “Oh,” Teddy pouted theatrically, “that’s a shame…”

I’m writing drabbles today for my 4k celebration; send some in!

[kaunis-sielu]

Crash and Burn: 9

Your heat hits in the middle of the night. The cramp nearly bowls you over. You go and grab a heat pad and take some painkillers then attempt to go back to bed. You sleep on and off the rest of the night, never really getting restful sleep but it’s enough. You drag yourself out of bed at 11, you’re hungry and thirsty so you head to the kitchen. You get water first then make some eggs, you’re eating when the knock comes at the door. You can’t place the smell, but it smells like an Alpha. You creep your way over to the door and peer through the peephole, for a second it looks like Clark, but when you take a second look you know it isn’t him.

“Can I help you?” You call through the door,

“No but I can help you. Let me in sweet Omega.” He calls and you want to vomit.

“What’s your name?”

“Kent Clark.” Is he kidding right now? His name is the opposite of Clark’s? Or did he just get confused and say the name wrong?

“Uh, let me talk to my Alpha.” You lie, moving away from the door, the Alpha, Kent Clark starts pounding on the door. You grab your phone and hurry back into Clark’s room before locking the door and calling him. He answers on the first ring.

“Honey?”

“Alpha is pounding on the door. I don’t know what to do.”

“I’m on my way. Where are you?”

“Your bedroom.”

“In the closet there’s a gun safe, I want you to turn on the security system and get the gun out. The code is 0922 for the gun safe.”

“Clark I can’t shoot him!”

“You won’t have to, it’s just in case.” He’s so calm, how is he so calm? “I’m almost there Honey.” You hear more pounding on the door and you let out a soft whimper,

“Alpha.” You can hear Clark running up the stairs now,

“I’m almost there Omega, I’m one floor away. I’m going to hang up so I can deal with this okay?”

“Okay.”

“I’ll call you back, stay where you are until I do.”

“Okay.” You agree you don’t know if he meant to Alpha command you there but honestly you don’t care that he did, the line goes dead. You listen as closely as you can to the two Alphas, you know that they’re fighting but you can’t tell who is winning. God please, please let it be Clark. There’s silence then, much to your relief your phone rings.

“Clark?”

“Yea Honey, it’s okay.”

“Fuck. Are you okay?” You ask and he hums,

“I’m okay. I’d ask to come in but I can smell you from here.”

“Should I plug the crack under the door?”

“Not a bad idea. I can put a Beta out here too.”

“Okay. Thank you.” You hear him inhale slowly then let out a tense breath, “I’m sorry.”

“You just smell good.” He says softly, “And I kinda miss you.”

“Just two more days.” You tell him, you won’t admit that you miss him too.

“I’ll get Bruce out here, you won’t be bothered again.”

“Thank you.” Just before you hang up you say, “Clark?”

“Yea Honey?”

“Can I wear one of your shirts?”

“Take whatever you need.”

“Thank you, oh and I don’t think he’s actually an Alpha. Or something.”

“Why?”

“He tried to Alpha command me to get me to open the door but it didn’t work.” Clark is silent for a moment before he hums softly,

“Do you think it’s from when we had the issue with Lex? I told you to only listen to me.”

“Oh, that’s right. Could that be it?”

“I could Alpha Command you to not listen to me and see what happens?” He offers and you think about it for a second but if you really can only be Alpha commanded by him, you trust him and it would keep you from being commanded by other Alphas.

“That’s okay. If I can be protected from other Alphas like this too that sounds great to me.”

“Okay, I’m going to go now Honey. Bruce is here, if you need anything please don’t hesitate to call.”

“Thank you.” You tell him before hanging up.

The rest of your heat is peaceful. No Alphas come sniffing, once you dig a shirt out of one of his drawers your cramps chill out too. Which you know probably means something but you’re not going to think about it. When you wake up on Tuesday morning it’s to your phone ringing. When you glance at the caller ID it’s Clark.

“Morning.”

“Hi Honey, good news, Lex’s lawyer has put a rush on the trial since he’s an important businessman,” The skepticism dripping from his voice when he says important businessman makes you smile, “So he petitioned a judge to let us jump the whole wait and have a bench trial.”

“What’s a bench trail?”

“No jury, just a judge deciding guilt.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I’ve agreed on the condition that I get to pick the judge so it’s a good thing. It’s also nice because I don’t have to worry about Zod stacking the jury with Alphas to try and intimidate you.” You scoff and he laughs softly, “I know, fat chance but still it’s a concern.”

“My heat is over so if you want to come home and talk me through what to expect I’d like that.”

“So, I would but your heat triggered my rut and I’m not sure if I’m ready to be around you yet.”

“Oh.” You’re stunned that he’d admit that to you, an Omega triggering an Alpha’s rut isn’t something you hear about very often.

“I did tell you.” He teases and you roll your eyes at him even though he can’t see you. “I should be good by dinner though if you’re comfortable with that.”

“Yea. I can cook something if you want?”

“That sounds really nice. If you need anything let Bruce know.”

“Does he need sleep? I swear he never left.”

“He did, just traded out with his son Dick every time he needed to. I don’t think Bruce needs the same amount of sleep as anyone else in the world.”

“Thank you for all of this.”

“No need to thank me Honey, just doing what I can to protect you. I’m going to let you go, I want to get a little more work done before I come home.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon.”

The hours drag by, you start dinner around 4 and the security system beeps off at 4:45. Clark’s scent fills the space, more than it had before and you inhale deeply holding it in your lungs for a second. You could get used to this.

You eat dinner, catching up from the last couple of days. Clark met Blossom, the terrified Omega that you’d smelled on Maria, on the day you’d called him to come get rid of the Kent Clark, which turned out to be his real name.

You tell him about some of the things that you’d learned in your communications class and the two books you’d gotten through during your heat.

“I hate to ruin this mood but we should probably talk about the trial.” Clark says once you’re done eating and cleaning up.

“Yea, we should. Then I should go home.” You tell him, for a second you think he looks disappointed and you agree, you want to stay here with him but it’s not a good idea.

Clark runs you through everything. What questions to expect, how to signal to him if you’re uncomfortable or need a break and most importantly if Zod tries to Alpha command you which is forbidden by law.

Corbin doesn’t quite have the money or power behind him that Lex does so Clark is less worried about him which makes you less worried about him. After you eat and go through everything Clark walks you back to Kara’s apartment.

“I really should look into getting a new place. Did anything survive the fire at my old building?”

“I’ll call Steve, the problem is it’s been a crime scene.” He tells you. One of the best parts about living with Kara is that she lives right next door to Clark’s building.

“I’d just really like to have some more clothes.” You muse and he nods,

“I get that.” He gives you a little half grin, “Although, I do like seeing you in my clothes.” You glance down in confusion then realize that you’re wearing his shirt.

“Well, that’s embarrassing. I didn’t even realize it was yours.” You admit and he laughs loudly.

“It’s a good look.” He flirts and you grin up at him.

“A little possessive don’t you think?”

“No, if I ever get that shirt back it’s going to smell like you, and Honey you’re the sweetest smelling Omega I’ve ever met.”

“I like how you smell too.” You admit and he hums softly, it’s a happy sound and makes your stomach roll. Your hand brushes against his as you walk and after a second you curl your pinky around his. You suddenly wish the walk was longer, your finger curled around his.

When you stop outside of Kara’s door he looks down at you, his eyes flick down to your lips before he closes his eyes for a second.

“When this is over,” he mutters knocking on Kara’s door.

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[nochuvalencia]

𝐁 𝐁 𝐇 𝐌 𝐌 - jjk

I was basically inspired by these ^^^ pics of jk bc wow hot hi

⚠️ ALSO QUICK DISCLAIMER :: this is my first fanfic on here so it might be terrible but enjoy anyway. ⚠️

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 :: reader x crimeboss!jk

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: bitch you better have his money.

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 :: ABSOLUTE SMUTTY FILTH heh angst too ig

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 :: 11.9k

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 :: long haired tatted jk, that’s it, that’s the warning, uh kinda sketchy plot hsjsjsj, WOW ANGST ASF at the beginning tho, dub!con towards the middle don’t hurt me, fuck or die ig, gunplay????? yeah????? jks BLATANT OVERUSE of pet names, dacryphillia, major-ish character death, describing the injuries on a dead body, jk has a sir kink ig??? um excessive over exaggerated choking bc jks hands yum, explicit seggs, rough jk, he’s kinda mean, dom!jk, sub!reader, oral m&f receiving (facefucking on both ends), coochie sniff if you squint, coochie slaps if u squint too, spanking, OVERSTIMULATION, unprotected seggs, degradation, he calls her a bitch once idk, other bad names, praise too ig, jk gives an ultimatum, SLIGHT aftercare, he kinda like switches from flirty to murderous like a bunch of times it’s kinda weird, jk has an impossibly huge shlong obv, contemplating death, super mature themes, reader is a BIG fucking crybaby, overuse of the word fuck, corruption kink at the end if u squint super hard, also DUB!CON in case you didn’t see it, at this point I should just write what it doesn’t have

“If you’re not out of my house in 3.4 seconds, I'm dragging you out by the testicles” you uttered, your alarmingly calm voice laced with raw brutality as hot tears cascaded down your burning cheeks, your arm outstretched and pointed toward the blinding light of the hallway that contrasted with your dark bedroom. You said nothing more, with your eyes trained angrily at one of the four blank tan walls nearby, not possibly being able to bear speaking to or sparing a glance into the eyes of a cheating whore. The woman you had just caught him with scurried past you wearily, a terrified and confused glint in her eyes as she passed your frigid frame sans underwear, with her sparkly silver pumps dangling from her fingers and a wrinkly silver dress hanging limply from the clutches of her other hand. The man in question shuffled cautiously around the bed, clutching the exposed parts of his body and approaching you with extreme hesitation and outstretched hands, as if trying to calm the already blazing flames of your fury. He laid a cold, rough hand on your shoulder squeezing softly, a motion that once brought you comfort but only added the all consuming hatred that bubbled up inside you akin to ravenous bile filling up the pit of your belly. “Did you not hear what I said? Get out.” You spat, glossy eyes still pointed toward anything but him.

“____ please” he croaked, like the slimy frog he truly was, his voice dripping in false agony which only neared you closer to the brink of undoubtedly committing an act of extreme violence against that man. “Please baby it wasn’t-'' you blanked. He was about to make an excuse. A stupid, rediculous, horrible, completely false excuse which you had absolutely no patience to hear. So you snapped, harshly shrugging your shoulder and sending his arm flying back to his side. He stepped back, ceasing his incessant chatter as he stared at you, a surprised expression painting his “pained” features. He wasn’t accustomed to you acting like this, you were never one to raise your voice or act out in any sort of way so he stood there, eyes widened in dumbfounded silence and you took this chance, bending down, scooping up as much of his discarded clothing as you possibly could and throwing it in his face, your rage bubbling over into something much more carnal as you inhaled deeply through your nose.

“Shut the fuck up and leave!” He scrambled to catch as many clothes as he could and was taken aback by your abrupt outburst. He stood silent once again though this time, he was making the face he often made when forcing himself to cry. It was the face he made around his mother to get out of family responsibilities. The face he made around his friends when guilt tripping them into buying him drinks, and now he's using it for you. To guilt you into taking pity on his pathetic actions which merely was the catalyst for your unforgiving violence. In an instant you were behind him, heaving him out of the door with your bare hands, pushing with all your might, using the immense pain coursing through your limbs as motivation to drive his beefy frame further and further out of the bedroom, down the hallway, into the living room and closer to the door yelling “I said leave! Leave! Now!” Pushing harder and harder with every word you choked out. The tears began to flow faster, clouding and distorting your vision as your face contorted into an expression of pure anguish until finally, he was forced out of the open doorway and into the main hallway of your apartment building. You promptly slammed the door in his face and the only thought traveling though your mind was ‘thank god she left that door open’ because you wouldn’t have been able to force him through it otherwise.

You stood silently for a few seconds, back to the door, face still slick with tears as the cool wood on your back shook senselessly with every beat of his fist and muffled shout of his voice crying phrases like “____ open the fuking door!” , “this is my apartment too baby come on” and other variations of the sort. Your mind was empty while you remained there, letting the harsh reality sink in like the slowest molasses. You allowed that man, that pig, to take 10 years of your life. 10 years of your prime. 10 years that you'll never get back no matter how much you beg and plead for it. Come to think of it, you had shaped your entire life around him. His influence was there no matter how much you wished it wasn’t. His residue staining your life like the blackest ink of which you would never be able to rid yourself. At the surfacing of these thoughts, you’d finally broke down and cried, like ugly cried. Broken heaves and sobs escaped your throat until you felt like you were suffocating as you slid down the door, not caring if he heard your wails and whines of torment on the other side of the polished mahogany. You actually hoped he did hear, you wanted him to hear the anguish and grief he put you through. You wanted him to hear you cry out all of your attachment and love for him until there was none left, so he knows the tears flowing from your body hold all of the affection you harbor for him. All ten years of attraction flowing out in a gigantic tsunami of grief that can only end in a new start.

Your mind played through all the memories, and the small amount of good times you had with each other while you sobbed mercilessly, also coming to the realization that he never did anything for you. Ever since you were 14 you’d been changing everything about yourself for him, while he merely lived his life, dragging you along like a supportive little puppy and rewarding you with cheap token gifts and mediocre sex once in a blue moon.

He wanted to attend university in your hometown so you abandoned your dream school, which accepted you, to attend a closer college. He made the decision to study abroad, so you had to drop everything and move to Australia for him. He wanted to wait to have kids so you froze your fucking eggs for him. He got a great new job at a large company in Asia, so you dropped everything again and moved to South Korea. You learned Korean for him. You have the same friends as him. You even cut a few family members off because he was “uncomfy” around them. He wouldn’t even go down on you because it also made him ‘uncomfy’, which should’ve been a red flag from the start. You did all of this bullshit in the haze of love. The promise that he’d reciprocate all of it in affection and adoration, which he didn’t, and now you’re sitting in your living room bawling your brains out because you were too lovestruck to see the signs.

After sobbing hysterically for what seemed like hours, you’d sat limply in front of your door, slouching back onto it as if it were a plush armchair and staring blankly into space, your mind completely empty. Feeling overwhelmed and exhausted beyond belief, you leaned forward, groaning in anguish as your tired muscles cried out in distress after being immobile for more than four hours. Crawling over to the couch, you tiredly flung your nearly paralyzed body onto the soft cushions with a sigh, not even bothering to pull the fluffy throw blanket over your body as your entire frame began to steadily shut down. Before your eyes completely shut, you caught a glimpse of the clock perched on the wooden tv stand which read 11:11 and scoffing quietly as you thought to yourself, ‘I thought that was supposed to mean good luck’ and you gave in to the delicious expanse of slumber.

You were startled awake by the incessant pounding of your now ex-boyfriends fist on the door, again. For the past 4 days since you’d forced him out, he’d show up outside your door at the ass crack of dawn just banging on the door profusely, as if that would persuade you to open it an inch. He had a schedule, he’d come at 5am, before he went off to work, then at 12:30 on his lunch break, then again at 9:45 just to make you miserable before you went to bed. You’re actually surprised the neighbors haven’t complained to the landlords yet. You tossed the blanket off of your sticky body, kicking and thrashing wildly due to the annoyance caused by that nuisance.

You cried more times than you can count during these last 4 days, especially during the times he would attempt to win you over with sappy shit like “baby, you’re my everything, you’re all i’ve ever wanted”, the lyrics to one of your favorite songs or, “you’re my forever ____, you can’t just throw 10 years away babe” to which you cried about for 3 hours after he’d said it, after realizing that he actually wasted 10 fucking years of your life. Anger bubbled up in the pit of your stomach as you listened to the repetitive banging of his fist and at this point you had enough and came to the decision it was finally time to pack his shit. Stomping into the living room, you grabbed a necessary box of bags that sat on the coffee table in the center of the room, figuring you were ready to use it. With a final nod of your head, you marched into your shared bedroom and opened all of the cabinets and drawers that contained the plethora of his belongings and flinging them on the floor, grabbing the box of xl trash bags you’d snagged on your march in here and started tossing things in left and right, not caring about the brand name or the state of the fabric or anything for that matter. All you saw was red as your eyes welled up with tears for the first and probably not last time that day.

“I can’t do this” you sobbed out, voice hoarse as you fell to your knees, ignoring the rugburn that was soon to form on those areas as your shoulders shook with every harsh breath you took. You had been dreading this task. Dreading it only for its significance that once you packed all his things and tossed them out, your relationship would be truly over. You definitely didn’t want him back but this would be the first time you’ve been alone in 10+ years and you were not certain you were prepared for that let alone wanting it. Inhaling shakily, you sniffed, ridding your face of any moisture as you cleared your throat and walked back into the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of chardonnay from your anniversary that fell on the week prior and venturing back into the closet to resume your task. You weren’t much of a drinker but for this task, you’d need a bottle or two.

A few hours later, he’d finally went off to work and you sat in the doorway of the closet, drunkenly dressed in the wedding gown you were made to be wed in this summer still combing through all of his clothing and tossing them messily into a bag that laid open on the floor beside you. You took a swig from the bottle, hissing softly at the satisfying burn that seared it’s way down your throat and rubbing at your puffy eyes with the knuckle of your index finger. The closet was mostly bare, except for a rack with some of his clothes and one rack of semi-expensive clothing his cheap ass reluctantly purchased for you and you glanced around, catching a glimpse of some ugly floral fabric in the corner of the small space. Getting on your hands and knees you reached a limp hand out, taking hold of the horrendous fabric and dragging it out with a groan, eyes wide at the surprising heft of the object in your hand.

It was a pillowcase. A pillowcase full of something brick shaped. You raised an eyebrow quizzically before reaching into the bag and pulling out a fat stack of cash. Taking a sharp intake of breath you paused, staring blankly at the wrapped wad in your hand and cocking your head to the side. You peeked over into the bag after a few minutes, eyes popping out of your skull as they feasted on more huge stacks of money. It was Korean currency but there had to be at least 250k USD worth in the entire sack. You furrowed your brows, tossing the money back into the pillowcase forcefully as a tornado of thoughts whirled in your mind. Had he been saving behind your back? Was he planning on getting rich then eventually hanging you out to dry for some younger girl? How long has he had all of this? Where the fuck did it all come from?

You looked back at the money then back at the corner you found it in, squinting as you spotted some more ugly purple fabric. Crawling behind the clothing earnestly, you managed to fish out 4 more pillowcases full of money. You stifled a laugh, having never been in the presence of so much currency, you guessed it had to be more than 1 million dollars. You smiled for the first time in 4 days, lips curling up into a wide joy filled expression as you dumped all of the money onto the rugged floor of the closet. With all of the alcohol coursing through your veins, (almost a whole bottle) you didn’t hesitate to grab the biggest tote bag you own and stuff as much money as it could hold inside. You figured it was the least he could do after cheating on you.

He deserved to pay, and you obviously deserved a raise.

It was a full on shopping spree. After throwing all of his shit into bags, you tossed them outside your door and left with as much money as you could carry before he could come back on his lunch break. You even came back to get some more money, just to go out and spend it again. To say you splurged would be an understatement, you spent almost half of the money on clothes, shoes, a hair and makeup appointment, a manicure, a new car, and you even paid rent for six months after taking his name off the lease.

So here you were, struggling up the stairs as quick as you could, due to the fact that it was 9:30 and you were trying to avoid seeing him at his 9:45 visit. Your feet screamed in agony in your new jimmy choo pumps, because you’d been on them all day, and you had at least six shopping bags hanging from each arm, all full with an assortment of gaudy items such as shoe boxes, makeup products, and clothing. You had finally reached the door after a while, smiling at the absence of his bags which meant he took them and swiftly unlocked the door, clamoring in and tiredly dropping the bags in your hands. With a sigh, you locked the door, running a hand through your freshly styled hair as you rid your face of the designer sunglasses that shielded it. Kicking off your shoes, you hummed gratifyingly at the pleasurable feeling of bare feet and shuffled over to your couch, plopping down on the end cushion groggily.

A soft buzz in your back pocket caught your attention as you carefully fished out the new phone you purchased and unlocked it with your perfectly manicured fingers, raising an eyebrow quizzically as the texts rolled in, ‘i thought i blocked him’ you thought, preparing to do it a second time before a few texts caught your attention and you froze on the spot, chuckling heartlessly at his words.

+82 2 2263 5950 : whose car is in our parking spot?

+82 2 2263 5950 : did you already move on?

+82 2 2263 5950 : wow whore

You rolled your eyes, wondering where he attained the gaul to accuse you of a feat such as that. Calling you a whore as if that name isn’t suitable for himself. Even more so than you. You decided to text him back, feeding off of an unknown source of confidence as your fingers furiously tapped along the screen.

me : it’s my car asshole

me : bought it with the money u left me

me :thx baby <3

+82 2 2263 5950 : what money?

me : the money in the closet you didn’t bother telling me abt u dumb fuck

+82 2 2263 5950 : don’t use that money

me : why should i listen to you?

me : you aren’t my bf

+82 2 2263 5950 : no seriously ____ don’t use that money wtf is wrong with u

me : already did bye babe

You blocked him as quickly as you could, face burning with absolute anger as you tossed your phone on the cushion beside you. Who is he to tell you what you could or couldn’t do? You had come to the decision then and there that you wouldn't let him treat you like a child. He wasn’t your dad. Thanks to him you barely speak to your dad. The only thought going through your mind at the time was ‘fuck him.’ Before you could delve into your thoughts any further, it started. His incessant pounding on the door. Again. Although, this time it was much more frantic, desperate. He was much louder with his pathetic pleas and whines, crying out “please don’t use that money!”, “Listen to me god damn it!”, “___ open the fucking door now!” But you stood your ground, ignoring him once again as you did for the past few days.

Just to escape the racket of his wails of desperation, you retreated to your room, slipping on one of his expensive balenciaga sweatshirts you kept for yourself and climbing into the cool blankets, burying yourself under the plush fabric and folding your pillow over your ears. You knew this would be the longest night of your life..

And you were correct, It was the longest night of your life. He never truly got the memo that you would not be coming out to communicate with him so he finally left at around 1:30 in the morning. You had slept horribly, tossing and turning as the aftermath of his cries and pleads left a print on your mind and tormented you at all hours of the night, you didn’t manage to get any real sleep until around eight and woke up a mere five hours later in a state of confusion. It was well past noon and yet it was silent, you had woken up of your own volition, not because of some crazy man outside of your apartment screaming like a banshee. In due time, you had come to the conclusion that he had finally given up and gone about his day without banging on his ex-girlfriend's apartment door like an idiot at all hours of the day.

This theory was almost set in your mind until you heard a knock. Groaning violently, you stared up at your ceiling, eyebrows furrowed as you erased that theory from the whiteboard in your cortex. Fully prepared to ignore the person at the door, you rolled over to your side until another knock was heard. This wasn’t him. This couldn’t be him. The knocks were way too soft, they lacked an element of urgency, desperation. They were simply just way too calm. So, you sat up, swinging your legs over and reluctantly standing up, before making your way into the living room to be greeted with another knock and a smooth male voice calling out. “Miss ___ ___?”

You glanced wearily though your peep hole to be met with a tall male, dressed in a blue and white uniform. “Looks like a cop. He called the fucking cops on me, shit.” you whispered to yourself, voice small as you held onto the door handle. Figuring it’d be worse to make him wait, you opened the door, being met with the warm, dimpled smile, of the decorated individual. “Yes, i”m ____” you respond, shoving your hands into the pockets of your sweatshirt and looking everywhere but him, which probably seems more suspicious than anything but you were too riddled with anxiety to care. The officer clutched a navy blue manilla folder in his hand and opened it promptly in order to sift through its contents.

“Hi, i’m officer Kim.” he breathed out, calmly bowing and resuming his apparent spiel, “do you know this man?” he pondered, raising an eyebrow quizzically as he pulled a photo from his folder with calloused fingers and lifted it, spinning it around to face you. Your eyes widened slightly upon being shown a picture of your ex and you nodded hesitantly.

“He’s my ex boyfriend- well ex fiance I guess.” you responded, voice barely audible as your mind raced faster than the speed of sound. You asked yourself what he could’ve done that was bad enough for the police to show up at your door. Maybe you had been too harsh on him and he had gotten into one to many bar fights, maybe he robbed a bank at gunpoint, maybe he stole some old lady’s car and filled it with off brand mayonnaise before he returned it. All your questions- all your thoughts stopped as Officer Kim responded, running a tired hand through his hair.

“He passed, earlier today.” he paused, giving you time to digest things and you froze, staring at his face blankly as your mind processed what you had just been told and you hummed questioningly, your throat becoming tight with realization. “It happened around five this morning,” he paused again as you stood in complete silence. Sure you hated him but you’d never wish death upon another person, especially him. You hate him now but you were in love with him once too. You hate him now but, he was the closest person in your life. He was all of your firsts, your fiance, your best friend. You thought you wouldn’t be able to get all of that back because of the breakup but now you truly can never get any of it back, because he’s dead. Then, you started to cry, for the hundredth time this week but this one was different. You weren’t crying because you missed him, or wanted him to come back like all the other times, as horrible as it sounds. You were crying because you felt bad. Because of his short life that was ripped from him by the unforgiving hand of death. You weren’t crying because of him, you were crying for him. A hand on your shoulder interrupted your sobs and you wiped your face, glancing up at the culprit with glassy eyes. “I’m so sorry for your loss...” he paused, giving you a few moments to breathe as he rubbed your shoulder comfortingly before speaking again, “but we have an idea of who did it, it would be helpful if you just came down to the station with me for some questioning.” he asked softly as the shaking sobs and whimpers that came from your body slowed to a halt and you nodded.

“Yeah, uh. Let me just go get dressed.” You muttered, smiling up at him softly and shuffling back to your room to prepare. The longest night of your life was about to turn into the longest day.

And you were correct again as you stood in front of your apartment door after the absolute, and I cannot stress this enough, longest day of your life. Your ex was murdered, brutally, and they made sure to go over all of the gory details with you while you were at the precinct, they even took you to see his body, which made you cry because it was mangled almost beyond recognition and you were horrified. Apparently, he had been tortured for hours, which explained all the bruises, gashes, and burn marks on his body, strangled, thus the huge ring shaped mark around his neck, and dumped into a river, which made his body all pruny and wrinkled. You had spent 10 long hours at the police precinct and it was now nearing midnight as you fished your keys from your pocket in order to unlock the door. Inserting your key, you jiggle it around in the lock for a minute before realizing it was already unlocked initially. Figuring you had left it unlocked accidentally in your depressed haze, you pushed your way into your apartment and locked it promptly, pressing your forehead into the cool wood of the door. You sighed softly, relaxing only for a minute as you absorbed your surroundings before freezing as you heard the rhythmic tapping of someone's foot.

“Long day huh?” the voice was deep, one you hadn’t heard before as you remained facing the door, your grip of the handle tightening until your knuckles turned white. He spoke again, “you must be ____.” he murmured softly, sending a terrified shudder down your spine. “I’ve been wanting to meet you but he said you were off limits. You know, he talks about you a lot-...” he stopped himself as if realizing something, “well talked, I mean.” the man mused, an ominous chuckle flowing from his mouth.

“Who are you?” you rasped, attempting to conceal any cowardice but blinking your eyes harshly as your voice broke. You vaguely hoped this was one of your ex’s friends coming to visit, at an odd hour of the night, sitting ominously in the dark of your apartment waiting for you to come home just to say hi but the chances of that actuality was very slim.

“None of your business” the man retorted, a smirk evident in his ominous tone. “Now, let’s get down to business little dove,” you furrowed your brows at the nickname. You had never been called a nickname, especially by a man who randomly just snuck into your apartment one night. Your ex only ever called you baby or babe so little dove was different for you. It seemed endearing in the worst type of way. “I want the rest of my money.” he paused, “I found half of it in a closet here, and he said you might know where the rest is.” he paused again, only this time a sound is heard, a metal rattling of some sort that ricochets off of the walls of the apartment like a stray jumping bean in a pill case. Then it hits you, he has a gun, and he just shook it as if he intends to use it. . “Don’t make me ask again sweetheart.” Your eyes widen and well up as your head falls down, knowing you're going to die today and you take a deep breath, telling yourself you’d be ready for whatever happens so you decide, if you’re gonna die, you should at least know the name of the man that’s gonna kill you so you scrape together every last drop of confidence you can muster and ask once more.

“I said, w-who are yo-” you choked out, in an attempt to hold onto the last shred of your dignity as you blinked back the tears threatening to fall from your glassy eyes. However, your small shred of confidence is promptly ripped from your grasp as the man cuts you off mid sentence, slamming his gun down onto a hard surface with a loud clatter. You jolt, crying out softly as the tears you’d been holding back with all your might fall onto the ground before you.

“I said none of your fucking business bitch where’s my fucking money.” he spat, his sinister tone draing a choked sob from your thoat as you realized, you wouldn’t be getting anything you wanted today. “Answer me” he said, alarmingly calm as the sound of him cocking his gun travels directly to your mind.

“I spent it” you muttered between your soft hiccups and stiffened slightly upon hearing a heavy footstep approach you, then another footstep, and another, and another until they cease, and you can feel the man's warm breath raising the hair on the back of your neck. All your readiness for whatever happens and willingness to die flies out of the window as you lean your head on the door once more, taking a shaky breath as you begin to plead, aware of how pathetic you sound and part of the reason why you have such a strong urge to cry harder. “Please don’t kill me” you whined desperately as you feel the cold metal of the gun barrel resting on your shoulder.

“Relax little dove” he whispered, his lips brushing the back of your ear and sending a chill rushing through the entire expanse of your body. “Just find a way to pay me back and we’re even,” he continued calmly, his raspy voice reverberating in your eardrums as you think through what he just said carefully. You gasp and sniffle, shaking your head softly and lifting it slowly from the wooden door frame.

“I-” you stopped, taking a deep breath and preparing yourself as much as you could for his response then opened your mouth to continue. “I don’t have that kind of money” you whispered hesitantly, shutting your eyes tightly, allowing nothing to escape but the numerous tears that fell to the ground in anticipation of his actions. There was an eerie silence as he contemplated your words before he abruptly turned away, lifting the gun from your shoulder and holstering it in the waistband of his jeans, causing you to let out a wavering breath you’d been holding that entire time. His hand traveled back up, taking refuge on your left shoulder as the other hand made its way up your right arm, the warmth setting your skin aflame and sending a shockwave of warmth coursing through your body.

“There is another way you could pay me back.” his velvet voice rasped, stressing the word ‘another’ in a way that you immediately understood his insinuation and you took a sharp intake of air, bracing yourself for what he was about to say next. But he didn’t say anything for a moment, letting his hands do the talking for him as he gripped your arms softly, using his hands to spin you around and face him. You whirled around, yelping in surprise but stopping when you were met with the most exquisite, carnivorous brown eyes you had ever seen in your life that were accompanied by full pink lips and a tousled bunch of fluffy black hair you just wanted to run your hands through. Even in the darkness of night, the moonlight streaming through the kitchen window illuminated the room enough for you to trail your eyes down his face and get a vivid idea of what he’d look like with illumination.

Yummy as fuck.

Your eyes began to wander down to his exposed collarbone and before they could travel any lower, his fingers roughly grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze upward until you met his borderline cannibalistic gaze, which crushed you into nothing. He cocked his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eyes as the corner of his lips turn upward slightly. “He was always bragging about you… saying,” he speaks, his sultry tone lulling you into a state of compliance as he spoke, “you’re such a good fuck,” he continues, placing his left hand gently on your waist and stepping even closer, if that’s possible, his soft breath hitting your face with every word as he speaks. “Your sweet little cunt is so tight” he glances down at your lips, running his thumb over your bottom lip “your mouth feels like heaven” he pauses again, running his hand down to hold the side of your neck softly to which you gasp “maybe i’d like a demonstration little dove.” he smiles, a twisted horrifying smile that snaps you out of his seductive trance and back to reality as your eyes widen and you pull yourself quickly out of his hold, running over to the couch and bracing yourself on it.

“No” you cry out, out of breath for some reason as you swallow thickly and shake your head. “No, I'll find a way to pay you back, I promise.” you plead, praying he wasn’t going to kill you on the spot and that he hadn’t noticed your blatant ogling. He probably did but at this point you didn’t care, you just wanted him gone.

“Whatever you say sweetheart” he replied, emitting a dark chuckle “call me if you change your mind, my number’s in your phone” he opened the front door and you glanced back at him, noticing the way his all black attire contrasts with his tan skin, and most of all, you notice the full sleeve of tattoos that ran down his right arm. Heat crawled up to your face as you realized you were gawking again and you nodded in response, feeling unable to form the words to respond with. He only uttered the words “you have a week.” before the door slammed and you were left alone in the dark.

You ran your fingers along the side of your neck where the aftermath of his touch lingered like a searing residue. No one had ever touched you like that, especially your ex. He was the man that took your virginity and was the man there for every time after so you’d become accustomed to his textbook missionary vanilla sex that left you touch starved and unfinished every. single. time. But you’d finish yourself off each time, feeling bad because you thought he was trying his hardest and truly didn’t understand how to please women. But as time went on, you realized he didn’t care about your pleasure and too enveloped in his own release to ever worry about your needs, but were too deep in love with him to care.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone went off to signal a text and upon picking it up there were two text messages from an unknown number that sent a shiver down your spine which read.

+82 2 5284 8735 : don’t try to run

+82 2 5284 8735 : we’ll hunt you down little dove

“Can’t you just take the shit back?” You questioned frantically, clutching the phone by your head until your knuckles turned white, rolling your eyes tiredly when you got no response. “They hung up, great” you deadpanned, plopping onto the couch you had been pacing in front of. It has been 6 days since the man showed up and you were running out of time and hadn’t slept in two days, your mind running frantically with the thought of him coming back to see you nearly empty handed. Well, not exactly empty handed. You had managed to get 253k of the whopping +400k dollars you had spent of his money and after not being able to return the car, manicure, hair appointment, rent, and a bunch of clothes and shoes, you were manic. Some might even say a bit crazy. Many of the stores and the dealership knew you by name because of the amount of times you called them. You dropped your phone into your lap, burying your face in your hands and wishing someone was here to console you through this but the only person you knew even remotely enough to offer any consolation was your ex. You wish he was alive so you could punch that bitch in the face and ask him what kind of shit he got himself into because the man that paid you a visit was most definitely not from corporate.

You sat for a silent minute deliberating if you should text the mystery man and take him up on his offer. You had asked yourself, is it really worth your life? Were you really going to die because you didn’t want to sleep with the hot guy you stole money from? The answer at first was yes because you still had your pride intact then but now, you had been starting to second guess your confidence in getting all the money back. After all, the deadline is tomorrow. You still had your hesitations, the only man who has ever seen you in such a lewd nature was your ex. You didn’t know if you were ready for sex with another person, even if he was the hottest man you’d ever seen. But, against your better nature, you convinced yourself that your ex was gone and this was bound to happen sooner or later, so why not sooner?

You grabbed your phone in earnest before anything inside you could convince you to stop and unlocked it, opening the messages for his number and typing out your text, hitting send before any sort of regret had the chance to sink in.

me : i’ll take your offer

me : this is ____ btw

You placed your phone down on the couch cushions beside you and chewed nervously on the not so fresh manicure that was still on your nails. To your surprise, his reply came in quickly and you frantically reached for your phone as the dings came rolling in.

+82 2 5284 8735 : i know who you are

+82 2 5284 8735 : i'll be there in 20

+82 2 5284 8735 : be ready sweetheart

Your heart thumped restlessly as you shot up from your seat shouting “twenty minutes?!” and you cried out nervously. You hadn’t even seen his face in good lighting and you didn't know his name so you’d basically be fucking a complete stranger which scared you enough as it is but the fact that that stranger held you at gunpoint merely a week prior is what scared you shitless.

In the limited time that he gave you, you decided to freshen up a bit so you hopped in the shower. Your first shower in a few days after your psychotic state worsened. Humming in bliss, you relished in the feeling of the scalding water flowing over your skin as you took your time washing , shaving, and singing, in an attempt to rid yourself of the horrendous nerves that overtook your senses. After reluctantly stepping out of the steamy oasis, you’d decided on a white lingerie set you had gotten yourself for christmas but never got to wear for anyone because your significant other was always “working” or too tired/busy to take the time of day for you. Pairing the set with a matching white silk robe and not bothering to wear any shoes because you’re in your own house, you slicked your lips in a thick coat of gloss and applied some mascara and eyeliner to your tired eyes just to spruce up a bit. You figured, if you put effort into your appearance, then maybe he’d spare your life after the sex. You stared at yourself in the mirror, tying your robe, smacking your glossed lips together and ogling your appearance before a soft knocking was heard from the living room. “He’s here” you told yourself with a deep shaky breath as you vacated the bathroom and slowly ventured toward the door.

You stood silently before the front door, contemplating whether this was a mistake or if it was too late to turn back. As much as you hated to admit, there was no logical solution to your problem that was in compliance with any standing laws. Heck, what you were doing was probably illegal in everywhere but Las Vegas so you had no other choice than to twist the handle, open the door and stare up at the most alluring man you had ever laid eyes on. You ran your eyes all over his body, studying him, his features, his gorgeous eyes, impeccable nose, plush lips, smooth hair, and strong arms that lead to a presumed strong chest hidden under his plain white tee. He noticed you blatantly checking him out to which he placed a finger on your chin, lifting your face up so your eyes met and making you watch as he rolled his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment. Oh how you wished that was your lip.

“You ready little dove?” he asked, his tone seductive and smooth like chocolate as he walked closer to you, closing the door behind him and backing you up until you stood patiently before the couch staring up at him, a wistful glint in your eyes as you nodded. He reached up, using a finger to push your robe off of your right shoulder and cocking his head quizzically. “All dressed up just for me?” he pondered, his eyes trained on the white lace peeking out from under the robe. You nodded, to which he gripped your chin roughly, furrowing his eyebrows at your response. “Use your words sweetheart” he warned, loosening his grip so you could speak in affirmation.

“Yes…” your voice trailed off, thinking of what to call him, as you still didn’t know his name, so you addressed him as you would any man you didn’t know, “yes, sir. I dressed up just for you” you concluded, your voice barely greater than a whisper as the corners of his lips turned up. He let out an animalistic growl at the name you gave for him, obviously satisfied and moved his hand from your chin to grip the back of your neck promptly.

“It’s Jungkook, but sir will do nicely” he basically growled before latching onto your lips with carnal aggressiveness. You whined heartily into his mouth as his tongue slipped deftly into yours and intertwined with yours, causing your mind to fall into a haze as he coiled his arm around your waist, bringing your body flush against his toned frame. You reached up with shaky hands, fumbling with his shirt, eager to get it off of him and gaze upon the expanse of his abdomen. His lips detached for a moment, giving you the chance to pull his shirt over his head, which he gladly obliged and lifted his hands over his head, swiftly resuming their positions when his shirt formed a pile on the floor beside you. You leaned back in, attempting to capture his lips in another phenomenal kiss but he pulled back, leaving you to chase him and whine when you ultimately lose, to which he laughs mischievously, taking his hands off of your body and toying with the silk tie on the front of your robe.

“How do you want it baby?” he pondered, the new nickname sending shivers down your spine as you glanced at him quizzically, as if asking what he meant. He chuckled softly, tugging at the ribbon and opening your robe as he brought his hands up, carefully sliding it down your arms and bending down so his face was level with your collarbone. He placed a gentle kiss there, leaving fire in the wake of his lips as he spoke, his breath cooling the seared flesh, “would you like me to be gentle?” he asked leaving more hot kisses along the expanse of your shoulder and neck, drawing salacious sounds from your parted lips as he brought his hand up to rest at the base of your neck. “Or…” he paused, sliding his hand up and increasing the intensity of his grip on your throat, restricting the blood flow to your brain as your mind became hazy and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Do you want me to be rough?” he continued, lifting his head to watch your face as he loosened his grip. “It’s your choice little dove.”

You were elated, ecstatic and a little disappointed when he loosened his grip on your neck. Your ex was always into sex that lindered toward the vanilla side, as mentioned before, so he would never think to try anything like choking, which always intrigued you just a little bit. You wished you would have experienced other styles of love before you met him but you didn't, and this was your chance to try them out now. Your fingers travelled up, lightly grazing over that hand that was tightly wrapped around your neck. Whining quietly you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, biting it softly as your other hand came up and wrapped around Jungkook’s forearm.

“I wanna try it rough” you mumbled, eyes closing as you relished in the hazy feeling this restriction gave you which only heightened as he tightened his grip.

“Perfect.” he groaned out almost inaudibly as he pulled your face to his, colliding your lips in the roughest, most passion filled kiss you’d ever experienced. He devoured your mouth with gluttonous amusement, his grip on your airway never wavering for a moment as he tongued you down, his carnal need prevalent and present in the thick air of the room. You reached up, completing a task you’d been wanting to do for days, tangling your hand in the messy black mass that fell upon his head, and relishing in the soft feeling of his waves. Then he detached from your lips and moved away, forcing your hands to fall from his hair and onto his broad shoulders, which, while pleasurable to touch, didn’t even come close to frolicking your fingers through his locks. He moved his hand from your neck to your shoulder, to which you whined with a small pout, missing the new contact as he chuckled at your eagerness. He stared at your lips, before leaning down and capturing your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it voraciously before he spoke. “Do you want me to put this slutty little mouth of yours to use little dove?” he asked, pulling back as if waiting for an answer, to which you obliged.

“Yes sir” You answered quite honestly in fact, as you felt all your hesitation and weariness about this task slip away. “Please put my mouth to use.” you pleaded, staring up at him, a wanton expression on your soft features.

“You’re so good for me .” he whispered, his soft breath fanning your face as you nodded in agreement, “such an obedient little dove, hmm?” he asked, to which you nodded once again, a bit more frantically this time as you awaited his cue. He used the hand on your shoulder to abruptly push you down with a small yelp so you were seated on the black leather couch behind you, the colder leather contrasting the burning lust in your entire body as you looked up at him. “Get to work slut.” Your eyes widened at the name. Maybe it was supposed to be an insult or he just liked calling you that but you couldn’t help the gargantuan wave of slick that coated your panties at the moment.

You looked down, a bit above eye level with his crotch as you reached up to palm him through his faded blue jeans. His scent was tantalizing, musky, and you couldn't get enough as you stared up at him through your eyelashes, your lips slightly parted as you gazed in awe. He gave you a warning glance, as if scolding you for teasing him for this long and you unzipped his pants. He held out his hand, as if to stop you before reaching behind his pants and pulling his gun from the back of his jeans. Your eyes widened, gaze now trained on the firearm in his hand, a horrified expression on your face as you ceased all actions. Which he noticed, peering down at you, a horrifying smile etched on his godlike features as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Relax darling, I won’t kill you,” he purred, reaching down and weaving the fingers of his free hand into the roots of your hair, grabbing and pulling back roughly so you have no other choice but to meet his dark eyes. “We’re only just getting started.” he lowered the gun, pressing the muzzle into the underside of your jaw, the cold metal like ice against your scalding skin. However, you felt no need to cry, felt no need to fear for your life even as this gun was pressed to your neck, aimed to kill, because you knew he wouldn’t do it. Through the dark facade and ominous gaze in his eyes there was something else that made you trust his inability to kill you. You realized you were enjoying the thrill, the excitement of putting your life in his hands. So, you did what any crazy bitch would do in this situation, you breathed out deeply, relaxing your shoulders and slouching yourself down to push your neck further onto the tip of the gun with a mischievous smile. Jungkook stared down at you in awe, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek and taking his gun off of your neck before tossing it over to the end of the couch behind you.

Resuming your actions with a shaky breath, you tugged his pants down until they fell to his ankles and placed your hands on the sides of his underwear clad hips. You might’ve been inexperienced in his style of fucking but you sure knew how to give a good blowjob, so you got to work, placing open mouthed kisses to his clothed appendage. You looked up at him once more seeing the lust clouded haze that filled his deep brown eyes. After a bit of teasing, you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down in a seductively slow manner as you allowed his needy cock to spring free, and you stared up at it with a gasp.

It was huge.

You didn’t really know what qualifies as huge because the only dick you’ve ever had was around 6 inches on a good day but this alluring appendage swinging before your face had to be at least 9 inches long and you wondered how the fuck you were going to fit it all in your mouth let alone your pussy, which was already aching for it. Your mouth involuntarily opened wider in anticipation of his delicious dick inside and you grabbed the base, with two hands, drawing a hiss from the man that stood over you as he kicked off his shoes and the rest of the clothing that pooled around his feet. You licked teasingly up the sides of his dick, stopping at the tip to swirl your tongue around it, and catching some salty precum when you did. You glanced up at him and he looked absolutely furious in the best sort of way. Frustrated to the max as you teased him mercilessly, only spending meere fleeting moments at the spots which needed the most attention.

Then he snapped, taking you by surprise and using his hand that was still tangled in your hair to hold you still while he shoved his cock in your mouth. You tried to gasp but it merely came out as a small strangled whimper that was cut off as his length reached that back of your throat. You moved your hands to the sides of his hips once again, bracing yourself as he slowly pulled his member out of your mouth, most likely winding up for another thrust. He propelled his hips forward once again, stuffing not nearly all of his cock into your mouth, as his tip grazed the back of your throat. The feeling of him completely filling your mouth had you livid, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you moaned, the vibrations reverberating onto his appendage which drew a salacious moan from his plush parted pink lips.

“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven.” he moaned out, then he started to fuck your face, tears pooling in your eyes while his dick basically hit the back of your throat with every harsh stroke of his hips as he gripped on your hair tighter. After one particularly hard thrust, he held his length down your throat as tears rolled down your cheeks and you gagged around him. He took his cock out of your mouth, to which you gasped, swallowing the spit that pooled in your mouth with an aroused groan.

“Tastes so good.” you mumbled, not possibly being able to get enough as he shoved his cock back into your mouth and fucked your throat relentlessly. The tension building in you was too much to bear and your need to cum only heightened as his actions resumed. You arched your back slightly, pushing your clothed clit into the black leather cushions of the couch as you gyrated into it slowly, praying he wouldn’t notice and would be too invested in fucking your throat to realize.

You were wrong. He noticed immediately.

He halted all movements, taking his cock from your throat and grabbing your neck harshly, to which you gasped, whimpering as he pulled you up to stand in front of him, cock slapping the front of your body as you stared at his face in anticipation of his actions. You could imagine what you looked like right now swollen glossy lips, and tear stains running down your face because you didn’t bother to wear your waterproof mascara. You never needed it any other time so you figured why would you need it now. Oh how wrong you were.

“Dirty little dove, trying to get off on the couch because you want me that bad?” he rasped, nearing closer to your face with each word and you nodded frantically, basically begging him to do something, anything. “Words” he barked, drawing a cry from your lips as you thought of what to say.

“I want your cock, please sir.” you begged, before he groaned hungrily and captured your lips in a ravenous kiss, taking you by surprise. No one had ever kissed you after they’d fucked your throat before so why would he do it. You didn’t dwell on that thought for too long before melting into his touch and wrapping your arms around his neck. Jungkook took his free hand, trailing it around your body to unclasp the back of your bra, your eyes going wide at the skillful ease of his fingers. He snatched the white lace clothing off of your frame, tossing it to the other side of the room and reaching back up to cup one of your soft breasts in his hand, flicking the nipple with his index finger and making you sigh satisfactorily into his mouth. He leaned forward, taking you with him as he lowered both of you back onto the couch, settling himself between your newly opened legs and never breaking the kiss. He unlatched his hand from your neck, trailing it down your body as the other hand continued to knead your breast skillfully. His burning touch slowly ventured further and further down your abdomen until he reached the band of your panties and abruptly tore the thin while lace from your body to your dismay and discarding it on the floor beside him. You whined sadly, as those had been your favorite pair of underwear but barely had any sort of time to grieve as you felt two rough fingers dip into the wetness of your slit, trailing them up and stopping right over the spot you needed him to be at, pulling a moan from your still swollen lips.

He began kissing a trail down your body, stopping for a mere moment to suck on the pert bud of your free breast before resuming his path of destruction. He moved his hands to settle on the inner sides of your thighs, spreading them apart and sighing as he got a glimpse of the treasure between them. Your eyes widened upon realizing his destination as you scooched away, holding a handful of his tousled black hair in an attempt to grab his attention.

“I-…” you paused, chewing on your bottom lip and thinking of how to word your statement. “i’ve never asked anyone to do that for me before, so y- you don’t have to do it.” you stuttered wearily as the nerves set in. No one’s face had ever been remotely close to your womanhood and the thought of it sent a chill down your spine as you released his hair from your grasp. You wondered what it would even be like. He glanced up at you, eyes dilated as he chuckled, a dark chuckle that made you shiver as he tightened his grip on your thighs, yanking you closer to his face and taking a deep drag of your scent once you were close enough.

“Oh baby I want to” he basically moaned out, licking his lips and glancing down at your glistening slit, the corners of his lips turning up in a hungry smile. You raised an eyebrow, asking yourself ‘why the fuck would he want to do that?’, and ‘isn’t this for my pleasure?’, but all your concerns were answered once he spoke again. “I can’t wait to make you writhe on my tongue little dove” he muttered, causing your cheeks to burn with the intensity of a thousand suns as he talked into your soaking entrance. “... make you beg and cry without even using my cock.” he continued, releasing your left thigh from his grip as he placed a hand on your pubic mound, lowering his thumb and slowly beginning to circle your clit eliciting a loud wail from you. “You think, if I had the power to turn you into a messy little whore all for me just by using my mouth, I wouldn’t use it at any chance I could?” He asked and you whined, nodding as your hips stuttered up in desperate need of more friction. “It’s all about power baby, and I have it all here” he groaned, watching you clench pathetic around nothing.

Then, he finally gave you what you wanted. His hand resumed its grip on your thigh, forcing it away from the other as his thumb was swiftly replaced by his warm tongue licking up and down your wet sex. You moaned, placing your shaky hands on the mounds of your chest, toying with your nipples just to add to the pleasurable sensations he was creating with his tongue. This feeling was unlike any ecstasy you had ever felt and you never wanted it to stop. His tongue slipped deftly into your soaked entrance twisting and turning skillfully as you keened loudly. His warm wet appendage swirling around your wet cavern was the best feeling in the entire world and you knew if he continued ravaging you at this pace, you’d cum in no time. But, you needed this release. You needed to let go of all this pent up sexual frustration you didn’t even know you harbored. You needed to experience your first orgasm in months, if not years, that wasn’t self inflicted and you hoped and prayed with all your heart that it would come soon.

He switched his focus,, moving his tongue up to play with your aching clit and slipping two fingers into your formerly empty hole with a deep groan that reverberated through your core like a powerful vibrator which only intensified your moans and cries of pleasure. You looked down on yourself to see the delicious sight of him devouring your cunt ruthlessly, the sight alone almost tipping you over the edge as you brought your hands up, covering your eyes while you neared completion.

“Jungkook you’re gonna make me cum.” you called out, an exasperated cry leaving your lips when your impending orgasm was painfully ripped away from you as all his motion stopped. You uncovered your eyes, about to stare down when your body jolted, a harsh sting being felt directly on your clit, sending a wave of warmth barreling through your entire body. Then you understood, he slapped you, and you peered down at him, your eyes glassy due to the orgasm that was ripped from your grasp.

“Who? said you can cum.” he deadpanned menacingly, staring up at you through hooded eyes as you leaned your head back tiredly, realizing the error in your words and prepared to beg, just like he said you would.

“Sir” you cried, holding your arms limply over your head as you continued to plead. “Sir please, please make me cum.” you begged mercilessly, a tear of relief sliding down your cheek as he resumed his assault on your core, attacking at a steady pace and retrieving the all too familiar knot that formed in the pit of your stomach. You reached up, grabbing the edge of the couch with an iron grip, your knuckles turning white as your hips began circling on his face, your clit rubbing against his tongue with every movement and venturing you closer to your sweet release.”Please don’t stop sir, oh my god” you whined loudly, fucking his face relentlessly as you chased your high, nearing it more and more with each thrust of your hips until he finally pushed you off the brink of ecstasy, a scream leaving your lips as Jungkook continued his unrelenting attack on your pained pussy.

You rode out your high, writhing and panting before him, his pace never faltering, his fingers never slowing, his tongue never relenting and it soon became too much. The euphoric delirium quickly turned into madness as you barreled down the path into overstimulation. You wailed pathetically, thrashing under his hold as the pleasurable pain consumed your body and you could barely form a coherent sentence but you persevered, scraping all the coherent thoughts you could muster and turning them into tangible words that sat on the tip of your tongue, ready to be spoken. “Sir please, it's too much!” you cried to which Jungkook finally let up, slowing his pace to a halt and sitting back.

“Oh my god that was so fucking hot” he growled before sucking on his glossy fingers and cleaning around his mouth with his skilled tongue as he gazed amusedly upon your exhausted body. But he was nowhere near done with you. This fact made apparent when he stood and wrapped an arm around your hip, lifting your limp body and turning you over with ease, positioning you so your face was pressed into the now warm couch cushion and your ass was raised high into the air before him. His eyes rolled at the view of your swollen cunt bent over for him and he gave it a light smack, eliciting a pained, but tired yelp from you as he chuckled muttering “you’re going to drive me crazy little dove.” under his breath.

He crouched down, coming face to lips with your abused cunt as he wrapped his arms around your bent bottom, lacing his fingers together as they rested at the arch of your back and dragging his nose up the tortured path of your slit, drawing whines and cries of overstimulation from your wiggling frame as you tried to get away from the punishing menace that was his face. “No, please. I can't take anymore, it's too much.” You whimpered, your voice muffled as you leaned your face into the couch tiredly to which he obliged, reluctantly, as he stood, grabbing his neglected dick in hand and pointing it toward your pink entrance.

“I can’t wait to stretch your pretty little pussy ____.” he purred and you moaned at the sound of your name slipping off of his tongue like the creamiest butter. He dragged his tip along your swollen clit, abusing it again for what seemed like the millionth time that day as he covered his girth in your slick, a guttural groan emitting from the back of his throat. Then, abruptly, he sunk into your slippery cavern, barely all the way in but you’d never felt so full in your entire life as he pushed forward slowly, filling you up and providing you with the most delicious stretch you’d ever felt. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you whined, a desperate whine that you could barely register was your own voice as he pushed his length completely inside of you, his head falling back and your name, rolling off of his tongue once again.

After barely giving you time to adjust to his alarming size, he reeled his hips back before slamming into you again, and again, and again, over and over again until he was fucking you at an unrelenting speed you barely knew was possible to achieve. Suffering from the overwhelming pleasure he forced you to endure, you shut your eyes tight, crying out in strangled indulgence as you grasped onto the fluffy throw blanket strewn lazily over the couch in front of you. You relished in the sting of his girth, staring ahead blankly with glassy eyes as he rammed into you with a punishing speed and black mascara filled tears streamed down your cheeks.

You knew you were about to cum soon, again, only due to the all too familiar feeling accumulating in the pit of your belly. Jungkook reached down, placing a hand on your shoulder blade and pressing your chest further into the couch while he drilled into you, moaning and cursing at the feeling of you flexing deliciously around his cock. He felt you were close, so he moved his hand, snaking it around your waist and trailing his other hand to assume its position around your neck, hoisting you up so your back was arched against his abdomen and you had no choice but to stare up at him as he talked down on you, never slowing the snapping of his hips for a wavering moment.

“You’ve never been fucked this good have you?” he teased through clenched teeth as he leaned down, sucking and marking all over the expanse of your neck with grunts and growls of pleasure. You were way too fucked out to even think about the words to form a coherent sentence, barely being able to form whimpered versions of ‘mhm’ after he questioned you but he was having none of that. He unraveled his hand from your waist, tightening his grip on your throat and landing a hard slap to your left asscheek, drawing a shrill shriek from the depths of your throat as he warned in your ear. “Words little dove” he slapped you again, “how many times do I have to fucking warn you.” he concluded, landing another harsh smack to your abused flesh as you whimpered.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had, I’m such a slut for you sir.” You sobbed out, “please let me cum, please fuck” you whined, drawing out your words and you reached back, tangling both hands in his unruly mop of hair as he split you open, moaning directly in your ear which in itself, was a thing that could make you cum on the spot.

“Cum then.” He said obviously, as if it was the most simple response, only it was this simple command that shoved you off the precipice of ecstasy for a second time. The feeling that bloomed deep in your stomach soon blossomed into a full blown orgasm that racked through your body quickly, leaving nothing but white hot pleasure in its wake as your legs trembled viciously, with one last loud cry of Jungkook’s name. But, he still did not falter, his pace quickening as he neared his own climax, the speed both too much and not nearly enough at the same time. You reached back, attempting to push him and escape the all consuming pleasure torturing your body like a blazing fire but your hands were caught quickly by Jungkook’s hands which crossed them tightly and held them behind your back, resuming his attack.

You shook your head, letting it hang as your tears fell freely onto the couch before you, his moans and groans of ecstasy increasing in volume and frequency as he neared his own climax, his hips faltering in their pace for the first time in a while as he worked to his own release. In what seemed like an instant, he released the most beautiful, salacious, strangled moan you had ever heard, pulling himself out of your soaked cunt, and painting the surface of your ass with his white hot ropes of cum. He finally let you go after a moment, watching as you fell limply to the couch, laying face down, panting exhaustively, your arms still crossed limply behind your back as he smirked down at your fucked out frame. He left you alone for just a bit, coming back but a few moments later before you felt the sore skin of your asscheeks being wiped off with what felt like a warm hand towel. You were relieved he had the respect to clean his mess, it made you respect him just a little bit more as a person but you were way too tired to dwell on the subject any longer.

“You did so good for me little dove” he cooed, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it as he placed a sweet chaste kiss on your lower back, caressing his hand up the side of your body. A simple touch that lacked any sort of sexual aspects, it felt comforting and you sighed, leaning further into the soft couch as you heard him begin to put his clothing on. You felt a pang of distress, seeing as you were more of a fuck and cuddle kind of girl, but you really hadn’t expected him to stay so why’d you feel the need to ask him to. Pushing the feeling deep inside your gut, you sighed deeply as he walked in front of you to bend forward and grab his gun that laid discarded on the opposite side of your couch, also grabbing the throw blanket beside it and tossing it over your naked frame before thinking about something. “So,” he started, tucking his gun in the back of his pants and humming, “I’m thinking that was worth about, hmm 50k” he started. You vaguely understood what he was saying and knew you’d flip out once you were conscious enough to truly comprehend his words. “I’ll keep in touch.” He said, pulling his shirt down and smiling deviously at you as you uttered a hoarse ‘huh?’ To which he answered simply, “if I wanna come collect some more money” and he spun on his heels, opening your door and sauntering out of the threshold.

When he got into the hallway, Jungkook burst into a wide smile, satisfied with the encounter he made today. He entered this agreement fully prepared to either fuck you once and take the money you’d earned back or just fuck you and kill you, but once he’d had a taste, he was insatiable. You were flawless, your compliance was impeccable. The way you obeyed him, begged for him, the way you tasted, the way you felt, the way you looked. There was no way he could ever get enough and is probably the reason he kept overstimulating you like a frat boy with a bruised ego. There was no way he was gonna just let go of an absolute gem like you, so he made his excuse, a plan. Everytime you fuck him, you pay back a portion of the money. He was so tempted to tell you this session was only worth $100 just as an excuse to come back over and over and over until he had his fill, but he kept his composure, giving you hope that you’d ever be free of his grasp. Jungkook for once was extremely ecstatic, elated, excited to ruin you even more than he already had and he was dead set on making you want him just as much as he craved you no matter what it took. Though he was pretty sure you already did.

[myaimistrue]

my gift for the wonderful @lotsofquestionslimitedanswers as part of the @starrynightdeancas gift exchange! i hope you love this sweet bit of fluff as much as i loved writing it <3

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Cas has fought celestial battles. He has seen the rise and fall of human civilizations, he has razed cities and healed kings, and he has been the only thing outside of God’s control. Yet somehow, someway, he is being bested by a pan of scrambled eggs.

He lets out a string of curses he would never have even dreamed of fifteen years prior, and carefully carries the smoking pan to the trash can. He dumps as much of the blackened lump as he can unceremoniously into the trash can and sticks the pan, still coated in bits of burned eggs, back on the stove.

Cas is trying to make breakfast to bring to Dean in bed. He’s doing okay, he thinks, except now there just won’t be any eggs. Or pancakes. (Cas actually thought the batter turned out pretty nicely, but when he went to pour the first bit into the pan, his hand slipped—he spent a good twenty minutes cleaning all of that up.) At least there’s still bacon. Shit, the bacon!

Cas rips the oven open, still cursing, and just barely remembers to put an oven mitt on before he pulls the pan out. Thank God, the bacon is on just the right side of burnt, sizzling and crispy but not blackened yet. He breathes a sigh of relief, and sets the pan down carefully beside the other on the stove. Well, Dean’s always enjoyed bacon the most—if breakfast is just that, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

Cas figures he can at least make some toast to go with it. Unfortunately, he forgot to buy more bread at the store yesterday, so there are only three pieces left, two of which are end pieces. He toasts them all, gnawing on a thumbnail and trying to convince himself that Dean won’t hate all of this.

Cas has only been back, free from the Empty and fully human, for a month. It’s been a good month, mostly, full of reunions and laughter and slowly but surely figuring things out. He and Dean share a bed now, share a life in a way they never did before, and it’s good. Cas is learning to be human again, and every step of the way, Dean is with him, endlessly patient and gentle with all of it, seemingly happy just to be with him at all. And Cas gets to kiss Dean when he wants, gets to hold his hand and brush his fingertips along the crinkles at the corners of Dean’s eyes, and every day, he gets to tell Dean he loves him. 

The only problem, really, is that Dean hasn’t said it back yet.

Cas knows Dean loves him. It’s clear now—it was clear from the moment he stumbled out of the Empty and into Dean’s trembling arms—and Cas understands that Dean shows it in different ways than words. He shows it in the way he sat with Cas for an hour helping him learn to tie his shoes, the way he makes PB&Js without complaint whenever Cas requests them, the way he slides his hand into Cas’s while driving and runs his thumb back and forth along Cas’s palm. Regardless of whether he says it out loud, Dean loves Cas with such ferocity that Cas sometimes worries he can’t match it. 

So Cas is doing what he can: he’s making breakfast in bed.

He arranges the limited food on an old wooden tray, along with two mugs of steaming coffee and a jar of Dean’s favorite apricot jelly that he did remember at the store. Cas studies his handiwork critically, then adds a few napkins (amidst all the change, Dean remains a very messy eater). The end result looks nice, Cas thinks. Better than he worried it might, at least.

Slowly, carefully, Cas makes his way out of the kitchen, and to the bedroom he now shares with Dean. The door is cracked from when Cas left earlier, and he can see the corner of the bed, the way Dean’s pulled all the blankets over to his side. Cas smiles at how familiar that’s become lately—it seems that with the luxury of his own bed, Dean is loath to share the covers; Cas steals them back all night long, but it works out because Dean puts up with his kicking. 

He creeps in and sets the tray down on his bedside table. Then, unable to resist, he slips back under the covers and wraps his arms around Dean. Dean stirs somewhat awake, and wiggles back into Cas with a satisfied hum. 

“Morning, sunshine,” Dean says sleepily. “Where’ve you been? ’S early.”

“Uh, I was…” Cas glances back at breakfast, and he thinks it looks measly now, small and poorly put together. “I made breakfast. For you to eat in bed.”

“...You made me breakfast in bed?”

“Yeah,” Cas says quietly, tucking his face in Dean’s neck, enjoying the closeness but also trying to hide his embarrassment. “Is that okay?”

“What? ‘Course it is.” Dean sounds like he’s smiling, and Cas can see it in his mind’s eye, that dreamy thing that only comes out when Dean is extremely relaxed. “It’s sweet.”

“Sweet,” Cas says, testing the way the word feels in his mouth.

“Yeah.” Dean’s still half-asleep, unfiltered and unencumbered in a way he rarely is, even now. “You’re real sweet to me, Cas. Always are.”

“Even though the breakfast isn’t good?”

“What?”

Cas sighs. “I messed up the pancakes and the eggs, and there wasn’t enough bread. It doesn’t look good like it does when you make breakfast.”

“I don’t care about that,” Dean says, a little more awake, his voice sure and strong. “I’d eat concrete if you made it for me.”

At that, Cas feels the knots in his stomach begin to unwind, feels his heartbeat slow to match Dean’s. He kisses the back of Dean’s neck, lips lingering on sleep-warm skin. Dean shifts closer.

“We’d better get up,” Dean murmurs. “Don’t want the coffee to get cold.”

“Or the bacon.”

“You made bacon?” Dean sits straight up in bed, sniffing around in the air like a bloodhound and apparently completely awake. Cas rolls his eyes and flops over into the warm spot he left behind, pulling the covers up and over himself again. “I can’t believe I didn’t smell that. Damn, Cas. You outdid yourself.”

“I don’t know about that,” Cas says. He peeks around the blankets as Dean grabs the tray and settles it over his legs eagerly. “It’s not—”

“Oh hell yeah!” Dean looks down at him with a brilliant smile that seems to make everything else around them go dim. “You got the apricot jelly stuff?”

“Yeah.” One thing Cas had done right. “I picked some up at the store the other day. I know it’s your favorite.”

Inexplicably, Dean’s ears go red. “Thanks, Cas.”

“Of course.” Cas sits up and studies Dean’s face like he has for years. Dean’s expression is a little difficult to read, but he’s still smiling. Cas feels himself start to smile, too. “So this is okay? You like it?”

“Dude.” Dean looks at him incredulously, but it’s good-natured, fond. “You’re as bad as me. I’m telling you, this is great. I don’t think I’ve ever had breakfast in bed before. And it’s…” Dean goes red again, this time all the way to the apples of his cheeks, but he continues on valiantly. “Nobody’s ever done the shit you do for me. And I’m so fucking lucky, it’s ridiculous, and I…” The hush of their bedroom seems to grow, to expand, as Dean glances at the tray then back at Cas with some huge emotion behind his eyes. “I love you.”

Cas blinks. “You—”

“I love you.” Dean says again.

“You love me,” Cas repeats breathlessly. He knew it would come eventually, he did, but this—this is worth the wait.

“I love you.” Dean laughs like he can’t quite believe it, like he’s so happy it’s ridiculous, it’s impossible. “Holy shit, there it is. I said it. I love you. You made me breakfast in bed, and I fucking love you.”

Cas surges up, unable to hold himself back any longer. He takes Dean’s face in his hands and kisses him as deeply as he can, as deeply as he’s ever wanted to. Dean is surprised at first, but meets Cas in the middle like he always does, takes what Cas gives him and then takes some more. They only separate when the tray is in danger of tipping all of their breakfast over onto the floor.

“Let’s eat first?” Dean says sheepishly. “And drink the coffee?”

Cas’s face hurts from how hard he’s smiling. “Yeah. Okay.”

So they sit side-by-side in bed on top of the covers, sharing bacon and toast, sipping coffee between secret little smiles, and Cas relishes every bit of it, every human moment. He watches Dean chew, enraptured by the image he makes: the sunlight behind his head a halo, the holiness of his soft grey shirt and sleep-mussed hair, and all of it, eclipsed the golden shine of a soul Cas can no longer see but can feel—even in his humanity, he knows he can feel it. 

“I love you,” Cas says.

And when Dean says it back, his face is more beautiful than anything in heaven.

[missallsundaes]

Sanji x Male Reader — Amateur Chef

2111 Words • CW dealing with repressed bisexuality

When Luffy heard your self proclaimed cooking skills in the town market to a friend, he immediately invited you on to the ship, even without trying your food. A bigger crew needs more cooks, was his reasoning for Sanji. Sanji wasn't exactly happy about the new addition to his kitchen, possessive about his things and how the kitchen was maintained. And he was sure that you wouldn't take the same care as he did. At least you had your own set of knives, he thought with a sigh.

The first night cooking together proved to be...a challenge. He was paying you no mind, working in his own entrees for the crew, but the haphazard slap of the kitchen knife against the chopping board, well he could only stand it for so long before his temper got the better of him.

“What the fuck are you doing over there, amateur?” He seethed, turning to face you.

You sheepishly set down your knife on the counter, stepping back to show Sanji the vegetables you were cutting. His heart skipped a beat, seeing your rough cut shapes and uneven chops.

“What are you doing to that poor food!” Worded like a question, but spat at you like an insult. He approached you cutting board, staring down at the mangled shapes of potato, carrot and celery, hand frustratingly pulling through his hair.

“Well I'm just making soup..” You started, you were a bit offended but the chef in front of you was too intimating to talk back to. You'd heard enough stories about Black Leg Sanji to know when to keep your mouth shut.

“So you decided to torture your poor ingredients?” He reached for his own knife, wiping it clean with a cloth before trying to salvage the vegetables. You watched in awe as he saved first the potatoes, then the celery. He looked at you before touching the chunks of carrot on the board.

“You taking notes, amateur?” He said. His voice was softer now though his tone was still harsh. He raised the visible eyebrow, “Come over here and learn how it's done.”

He waved you over to stand in front of him, placing his hand over yours on your knife, he guided your left hand into place, showing you the gentle fist to protect your fingers without losing grip on the vegetables. He started slow, chopping motions in cool even bursts, slicing the chunks of carrot into perfectly measured cubes. You tried to pay attention but the beating of your heart in your throat, his warm hand over yours, and his firm chest placed against your back was all that your mind could focus on.

When the carrot was taken care of he let go of your hand, leaving you feeling you were missing something. You watched him cross the kitchen again, standing again in front of his own prep, you watched him skillfully pull the bones from a huge fish in one movement, running his hand over it to make sure it was all removed, looking for even the smallest of bones.

You hadn't heard about how gentle he was. How careful in the kitchen with perfect mannerisms. He looked at you, and you realized how obviously caught up in watching him you were, jumping to peel the garlic in front of you for your soup. He laughed, turning back to his prep, beginning to make a marinade with fresh lemons and cracked pepper for the fish.

“You're not a chef are you?” He said, looking at you briefly as he squeezed the lemons of their juice.

“No not at all,” you said sheepishly, ”I know a few recipes but when a wanted pirate grabs you and tells you you're going to be a chef on his crew you listen, you know? It's not like I was in a position to refuse..”

He sighed, knowing exactly how enthusiastic Luffy could be when he set his mind on something. “Don't worry, you can be my sous chef. I'll teach you what you need to know. We'll start with more knife practice for breakfast tomorrow, I hope you're okay getting up early.”

You thought briefly of how much you were not a morning person, though this was not the time to mention that. You nodded, “Thanks for helping me. You're a kind man.”

Sanji's face flushed at the genuine compliment, turning around quickly as if there was a pressing matter in the fridge to attend to. “N-nonsense it's just the right thing to do.” He stammered, head buried in the fridge, looking desperately for an ingredient to pull out that would make sense.

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He kicked your hammock in the men's cabin, foot still perched on your side as you swayed back and forth, trying to regain your senses, shaken from a dream about your new crewmates, the one in front of you in particular.

“I thought you could be up early,” he laughed.

The room was still full of the snoring of the other men, the only light from the lantern in Sanji’s hand, casting golden light across him. He was already dressed in his slacks and dress shirt, looking primed for the day. You were sure that you looked the absolute opposite, feeling the drool caked to your cheek and knowing your hair was probably a wreck.

“Uh, about that,” you chuckled, climbing out of the hammock and hopping to the floor of the cabin. “I may not be as much of a morning person as I said.”

“I figured as much when you didn't wake up the first few times I kicked you.” He said, “Though I bothered you enough for you to say my name in your sleep.”

You turned from him, hiding your face by searching for a clean set of clothes, forcing an awkward laugh, “Oh yeah I must have subconsciously known you were trying to wake me.”

“Well hurry up, these idiots won't be asleep forever, and you do not want to see Luffy without his breakfast.” He left the room for you to get dressed, and you trudged to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

When you met him in the kitchen, he had a multitude of fruits set up at your station. You could smell bacon in the oven already, and he was whipping a large bowl of eggs for what you could only imagine was the biggest omelette of all time.

“Took you long enough.” He said, though he had a smirk on his face, his harsh attitude from yesterday softened.

“Am I chopping these?” You said, lifting your knife to slice the strawberries laid out on the board.

“Ah ah wait. Hold on I'm almost done.” He said, setting down the bowl of whipped eggs on the counter. He approached you, watching over your shoulder. “Do you remember the lesson from yesterday?”

You nodded, ”I think so.” you put your hand in the position he showed you, holding the knife how it felt under his guiding hand, breathed in and started slicing the strawberries.

The difference in your cuts from yesterday to this morning was leagues away. He adjusted your elbow, his firm gentle touch making your heart flutter, and just the adjustment of your arm made your slices neater. “Breathe,” he said, his own breath hot in your ear and making you catch your breath instead. You struggled to retain your breathing, but your cuts were messier now. He took your hand again, your heart beating through your chest. “You're making this so much harder than it is, watch. Breath with me.”

You times your breathing to match his, his firm chest pressed into you, his hand over yours. You felt your chests rise in succession together, making you feel as one. His hand held yours in place, but you were doing the work.

“Exactly like that,” he praised, you felt like you could melt right then and there. “You're doing great.”

He let go of you, stepping back to the stove top to heat a huge skillet for his omelette. “You've got it from here I presume.” You watched him for a moment, testing the temperature of the pan before adding his eggs and watching them diligently. “Most of breakfast is ready, so just get the fruit cut and plated and then we can wake up the crew.”

You nodded, “Thanks again, Sanji.” You said, continuing to chop the fruit in front of you, plating it up on the large platter he had set out.

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The next few weekswent the same, Sanji waking you in the morning. Him teaching you new techniques to use in the kitchen. Making three meals a day together, not including if someone wanted a snack, getting closer and closer until you couldn't bear it. Your feelings for the man were definitely growing, you had a sneaking suspicion that he had similar feelings for you, but the constant doting of the girls on the crew made you doubt yourself, fearing that he wasn't into men the way you were.

You had already made fresh baked bread together that morning, as you watched his hands knead the dough tauntingly slow, his strong hands rolling it out and beating it down, his sleeves rolled up you could see the flexing of every muscle in his forearms.

You were cracking about two dozen eggs into a large skillet to fry, trying not to think about how close he was to you, chopping chives to put on top of your fried eggs.

“Sanji,” you said, rinsing your hands of the raw eggs in the sink.

He didn't look up from his work, now slicing pieces of smoked salmon, “Eh?” He said.

“I think I might have a problem,” you said, trying desperately not to look at the blond sharing the kitchen with you. He set down his knife, immediately checking your eggs over, the stove temperature, any kitchen error he could think of before looking you incredulously in the face. “It's not my food.” He looked more relieved than you expected and you laughed.

“What is it then?” He said, curly brow peaked with curiosity.

“I think I fell for one of my crewmates since I've been on the ship.” You flipped your eggs carefully, trying not to break your yolks.

“Oh? Nami? Robin?” He said, going back to work at his salmon. He wasn't jealous, per say, it's not like he really expect to feel this way about you. Plus the girls were gorgeous in every way, how could a red blooded man not fall for them. He still didn't know how to accept his feelings for you, forcing down any hint of bisexuality that he ever felt, blocking out those feelings, usually with anger.

“Uh no,” you said, turning off the heat on the stove and letting the residual heat finish your eggs as you seasoned them with salt and pepper. Beginning to set up the crews plates with thick slices of your fresh bread, two eggs each (four for Luffy and Zoro), sprinkling the chives on top, and passing the plates to Sanji to top with smoked salmon and hollandaise sauce.

After a moment of silence so thick you could slice it with the kitchen knife next to you, you continued, “Sanji, it's you.”

He almost dropped the plate he was holding, and you both moved quickly in reaction, hands one on top of the other under the plate. “What,” he said, worded like a question but tone flat in disbelief.

“Just, spending all this time with you has meant so much to me,” you withdrew your hand, looking away from him to hide the tinge of crimson on your cheeks. “Having you close to me, your guiding hands. Your strength. I can't help it.” He was still frozen in place, thoughts racing. “Just don't worry. Never mind, forget I said anything!” You said, plating the last of your half of the plates.

“Wait,” he said, as you were leaving the galley to wake the crew, “I think I fell for you too.” You stopped in the doorway, turning back to face him, but his back was to you. “I grew up not allowed to be who I wanted and even though I can now it's still hard to accept who I am. But I want to learn and be better. I want to be with you.”

“Do you mean that?” You said, letting the door swing back closed.

“Yeah,” he laughed, he turned to you smiling with tears in the corners of his eye. “Yeah I definitely mean it.” He wiped his eye, “Come on then, let's go wake up the ravenous beasts.”