#with the f slur because that’s what she got thrown at her when she came out as trans

[starspann]

some nights | 18+

doug remer x reader

fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used

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warnings: smut, cursing

at the end of the day, it was remer and y/n. he always came back to her for more.

notes: longer than my trey fic, took me a while and i’m STILL not happy w it. hope you enjoy anyway <3

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it was only late at night that remer would drunkenly knock on y/n’s door, seeking her comfort after a bad date or an awkward hookup.

it was about one in the morning when he did this for the first time..

or was it two?

y/n couldn’t remember.

what she can recall however was that he cried in her arms, whining about some girl from a bar that he and cooper got wasted at. apparently she rejected him when he asked her out on a date in the parking lot.

classy, right?

he thought so too.

“i jus’ thought she was hot, y’know?” he slurred and slumped onto the couch beside her, “fuck. nobody wants me.”

she was there for him that night, wiped away his tears. made him feel better in more ways than one..

not even an hour later, she found herself kneeled between his legs, sucking him off while he forgot all about that chick from the bar.

to y/n, remer just had that kind of charm to him. the right amount of charm to give him a blowjob because she felt so bad about his situation.

she liked it, though. a lot. she’d be lying to herself if she said she didn’t find him attractive.

most girls didn’t see what she saw in him. good. she’d rather have him all to herself anyway.

after that night, remer’s late visits weren’t so unexpected anymore.

sometimes they’d just talk. sometimes they’d makeout. sometimes, during a kiss, he’d nervously fumble with his zipper in hopes that she’d touch him where he needed her most. she always did.

the confusing part of it all was that they liked to pretend it didn’t happen. they’d hang out the next day with coop.. perhaps even squeak, completely ignoring that they had fucked like horny teenagers the night before.

he did attempt to show his affection for her in public once, nervously placing his sweaty, trembling hand on her thigh at a party.

much to his dismay, she immediately stood up and made her way to another room.

“i’m gonna get another drink.” she muttered, embarrassment smacking remer in the face.

despite all that, at the end of the day, it was y/n and remer. he’d always come back to her, and that’s how they liked it. he couldn’t get enough of her. she couldn’t get enough of him.

like many times before, they sat in the dimly lit living room, a boring movie playing on the tv.

neither of them paid attention to it.

before anything, they would talk. mostly about a recent game. he’d talk about the team, his ideas for psyche outs, stupid shit he did with coop, it didn’t matter. he talked about anything if it meant he got to fuck her in the end.

she liked to kiss him while he was talking. cut him off during a sentence and palm him through his jeans.

he preferred it that way, it really got him going. he felt wanted, needed when she was quick like that.

it was too awkward for him to make the first move.

he’d go in for it and figured that if he kissed her long enough, pulling out his cock in the middle of it would seem less sleazy. “too much pressure.” he thought, he felt like a teenager trying to initiate sex with his girlfriend for the first time ever.

even though he longed for it, he and y/n were not girlfriend and boyfriend.

but like a girlfriend would do to her to boyfriend, she threw her leg over his, raking her hands through his curly locks, straddling him and grinding her clothed cunt onto his hard-on.

he hid his face in her neck and whined her name.

“feels so fuckin’ good..” he moaned, head thrown back against the couch, eyes shut and cheeks pink.

taking advantage of their position, she left kisses on his neck, nipping and sucking at the smooth skin.

“don’t leave a mark this time..” he murmured, “coop asked me about a hickey you left.”

her mouth left his neck with a ‘pop’.

“oh fuck, did he?”

“yeah, but.. y’know, fuck it. it’s not like i don’t enjoy them. trust me.” he lightly chuckled, smiling at her, his slight tooth gap appearing from behind his top lip.

her heart skipped a beat.

it was moments like those that made y/n question her true intentions with doug. made her want to do more than just hookup with him.

his strong arms snaking around her waist snapped her back to reality.

“so.. want me to go down on you?”

"aw, remer.”

“in what world would i say no to that?” she slid off his lap and laid against the cushions, the armrest of the couch behind her head for support.

remer’s long fingers played with the waistband of her loose pajama shorts. they tugged on the elastic band, awaiting her permission.

y/n nodded eagerly, one of her hands over his, assisting him. he pulled them off and carelessly discarded them to the other side of the room.

now left in her underwear, remer gently spread her legs apart, his slight touch tickling her skin.

he stifled a small laugh, “cute undies.”

she looked down at her baby pink panties, a little bow sewed onto the front of them.

“gee, thanks.”

“i’m just telling the truth. they’re adorable. super girly.” he rubbed her through the already damp material.

“remer—” she gasped at the feeling.

“you’re so wet already.” he noted with surprise in his voice. he sank to his knees, pulling her panties down with him, letting them fall and pool around her ankles.

“and who got you like this?”

suddenly shy, she rolled her eyes and hid her face behind her hands, “you, remer. duh.”

“all me.” he whispered to himself.

starting slowly, he lightly traced circles around her outer lips with his tongue. y/n arched her back, her purrs going straight to his crotch.

remer continued his gentle assault, occasionally flicking his tongue across her clit.

the tent in his pants was getting harder to deal with by the second, in desperate need of friction, he rutted his hips against the couch. y/n felt the cushion shift under her.

“you’re humping the couch, remer?” she tried to giggle through a strangled moan.

“shut up. i need something.” he huffed, adjusting himself in his increasingly tight and uncomfortable pants,

“you’re the one who got me this hard anyway.” he went back to work, not only licking but sliding a finger inside her, pumping it in and out.

“fuck, baby, right there.” y/n cried out, the nickname making remer smile against her heat.

the sounds that spilled out of her mouth only made him more confident. remer increased the intensity of his attentions, plunging his tongue deep inside her.

y/n writhed and moaned, her fingers tangling in remers hair, attempting to pull him closer. instead, he pulled away, a string of salvia still connecting them. his cheeks were flushed, lips wet and swollen.

“so pretty like this.” remer groaned, parting her with his fingers and giving her one more lick before standing up.

y/n lifted herself with the little energy she had left.

“my turn.” she stretched, almost cat-like, crawling back into his lap again.

reaching a hand behind her back, she unclipped a hook and let her bra fall.

“so fucking beautiful.” he reached for her breasts, fondling them and gently playing with her nipples.

“remer, you’ve seen them like.. a billion times.”

“and? i’ve seen the sunset a billion times. still amazing every time i look at it.”

“god, you’re corny.” y/n sighed, unzipping his jeans while remer removed the rest of his clothes.

he took off his shirt with a swift motion and tossed it haphazardly to the side.

the sudden display of a pretty chiseled physique sent a chill down y/n's spine. she couldn't help but stare.

“oh dude, i always forget you’re kinda ripped..” her eyes wandered across his entire body.

"yep. that's the power of baseketball," remer bragged with a small grin. he flexed his chest and y/n giggled, her fingers tracing every detail she saw.

“it really.. keeps you in shape..” she said in awe, running her hand down the contour of his toned stomach.

“alright, alright, quit groping me.” he joked, shooing her hands way.

“i never complain when you’ve got your hands all over me!”

“that’s because you like my hands all over you.” he whispered. he peppered her jawline in kisses and y/n let out a laugh.

“okayy, whatever. stop talking. wanna ride you now.”

“fuck, please.” he breathed, his voice making a sudden switch to a desperate one.

“here— legs up.” she pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out and resting on his stomach.

shit. remer was right about that sunset thing.

"you’re staring.” he smiled.

“uh. sorry.”

“don’t be.”

she licked a long stripe from the base to the top, tasting the bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.

“fuckkk.” he groaned, bucking his hips into her mouth.

she bobbed her head a few times, her nose meeting a tuft of short, auburn hair.

she lifted her neck and came up with a gasp, fighting the urge to cough. her hand replaced her lips, jerking him off at a steady pace.

before going any further, she looked up at him through her eyelashes, “you’ve got a condom?”

he reached behind her for his pants on the floor, hastily searching for the back pocket. he pulled out a blue, trojan branded square.

he handed it to her and nodded, “ma’am.”

she laughed and brought it to her mouth, ripping the thin, weak packaging with her teeth.

“god, it’s so hot when you open it like that.”

she rolled it over his length and got off her knees, the rough carpet leaving red marks on her skin.

now in the cowgirl position, she hovered over his body again, her hand reaching down to stroke him. with her face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, a shiver ran through her body as she rubbed his length against her entrance, collecting her slick to help him fit easier.

she moved slowly, guided him inside of her, taking in every inch.

“just like that..” remer praised, a supporting hand on her side.

he watched her sink onto his cock and almost moaned at the sight alone. he filled her completely, the sensation almost overwhelming for the both of them.

“look at me, doug..” she cooed his first name to him, his dick twitching at her words. she gently cupped his face, turning his head to look at her.

she took the time to really look at him. admire him. his cheeks and nose tinted rose, his mouth slightly agape as he buried into her.

“what?” remer let out a breathy whisper.

“nothing.” she panted, “you’re just kinda cute.”

the grip he had on her hips became tighter, his blunt nails ever so slightly digging into her skin.

“shut up.” he smirked, pushing himself even deeper, biting his lip to suppress a moan.

“fuck..” y/n huffed, holding her arms around his shoulders for support.

compared to other guys y/n had slept with, remer was a little above average in terms of their junk.

he was definitely thicker.

“it’s really more girth than length.” he had disgustingly described to her and cooper one drunk afternoon.

well, it’s not like he was wrong.

she took a moment, refusing to move, still adjusting to his size filling her and the slight burn that came with it - even though she had done this same act with the geek numerous times before.

“what? you can’t handle me?” he kissed her jaw, hands wandering down further, kneading her breasts.

she let out a tired moan in response.

“i knoww. i’m huge.” he boasted.

“shhh, shut up. i hate you.” she began to move in a steady rhythm.

“oh my god.” remer moaned, mouth hanging open and brows furrowed.

“right. be quiet.”

she rocked her hips, her thighs lifting her up until his cock was almost out of reach, then she quickly descended, pushing him back inside of her. she continued the pattern, bouncing on top of him as remer's grip around her became increasingly tighter with each movement.

the sounds they made could only be compared to those that come out of a dirty porno.

“baby, you feel so good. so fuckin’ good.” the whines being pulled from remer were high-pitched, almost feminine.

he thrusted his hips to meet hers, hitting her with a new intensity.

“remer..mm fuck.” she mewled, her voice barely audible. he hit that spot, over and over again. the muscles in her thighs burned yet she continued to ride him with abandon, set on making him finish.

remer noticed this. he couldn’t help but feel bad.

“tiring yourself out, y/n.”

“let me..” he lifted her with ease, laying her on her back. they were in the missionary position, now.

basic, yes, of course. but it felt fucking amazing.

he snapped his hips into hers, earning a gasp from the girl. “right there!” she whined, the volume of her voice raising, echoing throughout the empty house.

“i’m almost there, remer. please.” she practically cried in his ear, running her nails down his back.

he brought a finger to her clit, watching the expression on her face change into pure bliss.

he didn’t just want to make her finish, he needed to. needed to feel her cum around his cock. needed to watch her throw her head back and scream in ecstasy for him and nobody else.

he continued to pound into her, “remer!” she repeated his name over and over like a filthy prayer.

she placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat faster beneath her fingertips.

“m’ gonna cum too.” his words were quick, frantic. he was now on the edge and y/n could tell.

“with me. do it with me, please.”

he nodded quickly in response. eager to please, his thrusts became more frenzied as he felt her body be tense up under his.

her eyes shut as she came undone beneath him.

that sight was all he needed to finish.

“holy shit,” he whimpered.

letting go into the condom, he dove down, there lips meeting once more for a messy kiss.

brushing her lips against his, y/n whispered, “you’re so pretty when you cum, doug.”

“th-thanks.” he tried his best not to stutter this time, he really did.

“you too, y’know.” he sat up and looked at her.

“you’re gorgeous.” the compliment was hushed. she almost didn’t hear it.

“thank you.” her response wasn’t that loud either.

without the sound of skin slapping and uncontrollable moans, they realized how quiet the house had actually been.

they sat next to each other and didn’t say a word, instead, they turned their attention to the long ignored television.

the credits rolled to a movie that y/n didn’t quite remember the title of. she couldn’t even remember what it was about.

“uhm,” she stayed silent for a second, carefully planning her choice of words.

“do you wanna stay? just for the night. you don’t have to if you don’t—”

“i want to.” remer spoke over her.

“o-okay.” y/n was the one who stuttered this time.

soon, their clothes were off the floor and back onto their bodies.

much like the first night, she held him again and he held her too.

this might’ve been her favorite part of every night, cuddling with remer at the end.

when she really got down to it, it was kind of poetic.

all she can hear is his breath and heartbeat and those sounds have never been so beautiful.

it felt safe. secure.

the best part was that they didn’t even need to talk to engage in something as amazing as that.

they didn’t need to speak to know that they cared about each other. in some cases, actions spoke louder than words.

wrapped in his warm embrace, she remembered her stupid actions at that stupid party and cringed. she knew what she wanted now.

“remer?” she whispered,

it took him a minute to reply,

“mhm?” he was half asleep already, eyelids heavy and his head nestled against her shoulder.

she gave it a second thought before talking again,

“never mind.”

[ignorancelive]

not sure if the original post is ok to rb but someone i follow posted about different peoples ability to reclaim different slurs, specifically in the f and d slurs, basically saying the people aiming that slur at others aren’t gonna really care or consider what you identify as when they’re attacking you and honestly? agrie

[maximotts]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 || 𝐋. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐰

pairing: bottom!Leigh Shaw/f!reader

a/n: this is so unedited but it's 10pm what do you expect

warnings: clothed sex; thigh riding; mommy kink (r receiving); a lil degradation for some spice; pet names (princess, baby)

summary: Leigh wears the shortest shorts just to be a tease idk what else to say about this

masterlist. || navi. || request rules/info : open

If you weren’t enjoying the view so much, you might have thought you were being too rough on the poor woman. Your cuddly day together had quickly turned into an on again off again marathon of just how much you could tease her before she got fed up. It was her fault for wearing those damn shorts, just barely covering the swell of her ass as she leisurely walked around the house. Leigh knew what she was doing, the smug grin on her face while she innocently bent to pick out a movie from the lowest tier on the TV stand giving her away instantly. The sight of her laid out, absolutely disheveled and fucked dumb wouldn’t leave you alone. So you did something about it.

“You look so good riding me, baby.” She dragged her hips over your thigh frantically, growing frustrated with the layers of clothing blocking her from the wet, slippery friction she desired. Still the lace of her underwear rubbed just well enough, pulling her just close enough to the edge to be agonizing. “Thought you could walk around looking like a slut and I wouldn’t do anything about it?”

“N-No.. I didn’t!” Her voice came through gritted teeth, jaw clenched as she desperately chased her high. She’d long since stopped caring that she was still wearing both her panties and her shorts, paying no mind to the fact she’d finished laundry the night before and just showered a few hours ago. “Fuck, please, please!” Slightly calloused hands slid up the back of her thighs, easily nestling themselves under her shorts and gripping the supple curves of her ass hard. You guided her motions completely now, angling her so she had to grind her clothed clit in the way that drove her crazy without reprieve. Her breath quickened in the blink of an eye, moans broken as she weakly hit your shoulders to beg you to slow down. “I...I’m gonna cum-!”

“What a dumb little baby, about to cum in her shorts because she can’t handle riding mommy’s thigh.” Surging in for a kiss, your tongue plundered her mouth easily, biting her plump bottom lip until she whined. “Poor little Leigh,” you mock pouted, digging blunt fingernails into her ass as you forced her to take the brutal pace you’d set. “Cum for me, princess.” She nodded quickly, just barely lasting another minute before she was drowning in her own orgasm, head thrown back with a string of curse words slurred almost incoherently. When Leigh finally calmed, she blushed at the absolutely soaked state of her lower half, wet straight to your own bare leg. “Don’t be shy, baby. It’s okay, we can take a nice little shower together.”

[doppopoppo]

Bundle of Feelings

|| Uramichi Daily Headcanon ||

|| Warnings: married, minor cussing, angst, argument ||

|| Uramichi • F!Reader || 

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Silence.

Everything was silent. 

The only thing that could be heard were the trees rustling outside. The curtains swaying softly and hitting the glass door. The fridge is running in the background. And the heavy breathing of two adults. Hearts pounding in their chests. Both afraid the other may hear their heart wanting to explode into a volcanic mess. 

Otherwise, silence. 

Y/N hasn’t seen her husband this mad since she last saw him interact with his father. Uramichi was red in the face, a scowl permanently settled atop his facial features. The way he was holding her hand, squeezing it tightly for mental support. She doesn’t even remember what they were even arguing about, as her father-in-law bickered about the most minuscule of things. 

Today, however, Uramichi’s anger was directed at her. She had thrown out all of his beer and cigarettes. His wife was tired of having to deal with a drunk husband more nights than she wanted. Only sleeping when he was wasted and slurring out cuss words. The heavy smell of tobacco following his trail, making her scrunch up her nose in disgust. Coughing whenever she walks by as he puffs out smoke. None of these were healthy coping mechanisms. She genuinely wanted to help her husband figure out and find better alternatives. Healthier options. One that wouldn’t harm his health. 

As a gymnast, shouldn’t he know better? 

Little did she know, her actions would cause Uramichi to have an outburst. The most the two fought over what to eat for dinner, junk food or protein filled. He began the argument by yelling at her. Then proceeded to belittle her, what can she know? How stupid can she be? 

She cried and tried to calm him down, but he wouldn’t listen. “It's for your own good!” Y/N sniffled, “why can’t you see that?” She was hugging her own body. Unsure if it was for comfort or out of fear; maybe both? 

Uramichi sighed and rubbed his forehead, “I’m a grown man. I can make my own fucking choices for fucks sake, Y/N!” He’s never used such vulgar vocabularies with her before, this was a first. 

She didn’t want to change Uramichi, instead help diminish the fire inside of him. The one his father lit and kept throwing gasoline at it. 

“You won’t grow like this, dear. If you want a brighter future and to help your depression, we need to start fixing your bad habits.” She emphasized ‘we’. Because they were in this together. 

Uramichi had yet another strenuous day at work, all he wanted was to drink beer until he passed out. His wife’s cuddles no longer lulled him to sleep. Her sweet whispers felt meaningless. Only cigarettes could help him calm his mind down. Yet, she still tried to reason with him. Saying bullshit about seeing a therapist, hanging out with friends more often, or going outside that’s not the gym. 

“I know your fathers did horrible things to you. Such as forcing you into something you didn’t want to do. But you have to stop living in the past. Stop blaming your father for your future, which is your present now.” His wife tried to get close to him to bring him into a hug. 

Enraged at her words, “Oh my god, I could just hit you right now!” Uramichi threw the nearest dumbbell to him across the room. She heard a vase shatter, the one that was a hand me down from her mother. 

“What the hell do you know!? You’ve lived a nice and spoiled life, no inch of worries. No wonder you’re such a stubborn brat half the time.” His words were like a sharp knife cutting through her heart. 

She bent down over the broken pieces of vase. Shattered just like her heart. Uramichi’s eyes and mind were clouded in red rage. He hasn’t realized he broke an important item. One that was personally given to them by his mother-in-law. The woman who entrusted her daughters happiness to him. 

“Stop.” Y/N whispered. “Stop this right now!” She shouted at him. New, hot tears fell from Y/N’s eyes as she held into the broken vase pieces. She was in shock that her husband was willing to get physical over beers and cigarettes. This wasn’t what he promised to her on the day of their wedding vows. 

“You’re no different from your father, Uramichi.” She stood up. “An abuser raised another abuser. I can’t have this cycle continue.” Y/N went to put on her coat. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Uramichi was irritated that she had the audacity to leave in the middle of an argument. 

“Our child doesn’t need to witness what you witnessed your father do to you.” His wife glared at him. 

Those words flipped a switch inside Uramichi. Child? But they didn’t have any children. Then it clicked, his wife was pregnant. Was that the real reason she wanted him to stop? Why didn’t she say so in a better way then? It was too late to ask her these though, because she already left the apartment. 

The small apartment that used to be lovely thanks to his wife, now felt cold and lonely. The way it was before she came into his life. He took a look around the room and saw the mess he made. It might’ve been minor, but it left a big impact. Uramichi noticed the important vase he broke and ran out the door to catch up to his wife. Though she was nowhere to be seen. He sighed and went back inside and laid down on the couch. He screwed up big time. 

When morning came, it was raining but the smell of food tickled his senses and woke him up. He slowly got up from the couch and went towards the kitchen. He found his wife in her favorite apron cooking breakfast. 

“Morning.” She chirped. “I’m making American style sausage with scrambled eggs! Go sit at the table in the living room, I’ll be there in a minute.” 

Questions ran through his head as he sat at the table on the floor. The broken vase pieces are gone, but so is the vase. Y/N’s eyes looked empty, betraying the big smile she displayed. He saw his wife bring the food to the table. He quickly got up and helped her. Likewise, he went to grab some additional items to set up the table for breakfast. Was last night a dream? No it couldn’t be. 

The question was itching in Uramichi’s throat, he had to ask. “Why?” 

Y/N looked up from her place, “why what?” 

“Why'd you come back? I even broke your mother’s case.” He thought she walked out for good. He threatened to hit her. He vowed to never be like his father, and that’s exactly who he became last night. His nightmare coming to reality. 

Y/N put her fork down, “Listen, we are married, way passed the dating phase. On our wedding day we vowed to love each other until death do’s us apart. It is both of our responsibilities to make sure the other is doing okay. Physically and mentally. You’re always there for me, dear. I want to be here for you this time, in what I think will help you. I’m sorry I threw out your beer and cigarettes without discussing it with you. I just want  to see you make healthier choices for yourself.” she put her hand over his. “I found out about the baby after I made the decision a while back. It’s another reason now why I would like for you to stop, but the main reason here is you. This is about you and us helping you.” she stared at his eyes. “I don’t wish to change you, but help you. As for the vase, you can buy me another one.” She winked and giggled. “As long as we’re fine, it’s all that matters.”

It was a big change she was asking him to make. But he can take small steps. That’s what the couple decided on. To limit his alcoholic intake to certain days of the week. Same with his smoking. He didn’t have to quit, but he was trying not to be dependent on it. He has the strongest support laying next to him at night. Holding him tightly. Uramichi was truly excited to know he’ll become a father! He’s nervous, but he knew he’s not alone. He thinks about what he can do to be a better father than his was.

Author’s Note:

He needs a hug. And a raise.

Remember, who your parents are don’t define you. If something happened in the past, don’t let it define you and who you are today. It might hold you back from growing. Just remember to take care of your mental health! 💜

Enjoy!

[kywaslost]

Comforting Student Reader ft. Aizawa and Present Mic

Warnings: crying, bad times, death, mourning

Requests are open!!

Although no one knows it, he always keeps an eye on his students. He can almost always tell when someone is upset.

He noticed how your actions changed. You were always quiet and reserved, daydreaming from time to time. You would always turn your work in, getting mostly A’s with a few B’s. So when you started failing the class with F’s and D’s, Aizawa knew something was wrong. He also noticed how everyday you would space out even more than you did before. He noticed the way you acted, slow and solum. He saw how sleep deprived you were. You had missing assignments and late work, unfinished tests and work.

Aizawa confronted you one day after class.

“L/N, stay after class please.” You nodded, taking in a shaky sigh. This day cannot get any worse, you thought. The bell rang and you packed up, walking slowly to Mr. Aizawa. 

“Yes, sir?” you asked quietly, giving a fake smile. He sat on his desk, looking over you. Your uniform looked as if you had just thrown it on. Aizawa brought his eyes up to yours. He could see how dull the had become.

“L/N, what is going on?” Aizawa asked. You gave him a confused look.

“What are you talking about?” you questioned, although you knew exactly what he meant. Aizawa gave you a soft look.

“I think you know exactly what I mean,” he started.

You looked around nervously, avoiding his gaze. “I, I… I don’t know what you mean.” Aizawa stared at you for a moment, analyzing your body composition.

“Your grades have dropped drastically, you’ve started falling asleep in class,” he listed off. You looked away, ashamed. “Y/N,” he said, resting a hand on your shoulder. You looked up, surprised by both his hand and the use of your first name. “What’s going on?”

Tears welled up in your eyes. “Can you close the door?” you asked quietly. Aizawa’s face softened.

“Of course.” He closed the door and came back to you. He pulled two chairs to face each other and he sat down in one. When he saw that you hadn’t moved he motioned for you to sit and you did as asked. The two of you sat in silence for a while before you bury your face in your hands.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, silent tears falling down your face.

“It’s ok,” Aizawa said softly. “Take your time.” 

Silence.

You lifted your head and Aizawa’s heart broke slightly. Although he would never admit it, Aizawa would die for his students and seeing them cry made him feel bad. He saw the tear tracks on your face and leaned forward.

“Y/N,” he said quietly. You looked at him. “You know you can trust me, right?” You nodded, sitting up.

“Yeah,” you answered and wiped the tears from your face. Once you compose yourself you decided to speak. “I’ve just been having a really hard time lately. I’m sorry,” you apologized again, tearing up.

“It’s alright,” Aizawa assured. “Can you tell me why?” You nodded.

“It’s just…” you took a deep breath, “My dad… he, he’s a pro hero and a villain hurt him pretty bad. He’s, he’s my only family left and the doctors said that they’ve done all they could. 

Aizawa’s eyes softened as he stood, pulling you up with him. He pulled you into a hug, holding you tight. This caused you to burst into tears. Aizawa pulled you closer as you sobbed, clutching his shirt in fists. He used on hand to hold your head against him and his other to rub up and down your back in hopes to help calm you down.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Aizawa soothed, resting his chin on your head. He stayed with you until you had calmed down. When you finally pulled away you discovered how tired you really were. Aizawa saw it as well; the way you swayed slightly on your feet, the way your head bobbed down and how it took a lot of energy for you to keep your eyes open.

“Are you tired?” he asked with a small smile. You shook your head.

“No,” you slurred, rubbing your eyes and fixing your posture. Picking up your bag, you got ready to leave. “I need to get to my next class. I’m already late.” As you started to walk towards the door Aizawa caught your shoulder. You turned to face him and saw the look in his eyes. 

“Yes you are, I can tell,” he said, stopping you. “I can tell you haven’t been sleeping for several days.” He smiled, “you’re beginning to look like me.” You smiled slightly as well. “Come with me.” You followed him to a room connected to the classroom, his office. You looked around to see a cot against one of the walls.

“Rest here,” Aizawa instructed. You cocked your head.

“What about class?” you asked.

“Who do you have?”

“Mr. Hizashi,” you answered, yawning.

“Alright,” Aizawa smiled. “I will let him know that you are with me. Now, rest. You really need it.” He ruffled your hair as you nodded. He turned to leave the room before you stopped him.

“Mr. Aizawa?” you spoke. He turned towards you and smiled softly.

“Yes?”

“Thank you,” you said, smiling slightly as well. “For everything.”

“You’re welcome,” he responded. “But, hey, don’t tell anyone about this. I can’t go around with people thinking I’m soft.” You giggled.

“Ok.” You laid down on the cot, suddenly feeling extremely tired. Aizawa watched you fall asleep and smiled, knowing that you’d be ok in the long run.

Since Hizashi has such an outgoing personality, he always tries to make sure his class is awake and happy. He tries to make school exciting for his students and fellow coworkers. He always enjoyed how you smiled and laughed at his jokes. He even enjoyed when you would sing along quietly to the ear-blasting music he played sometimes during class.

What happened that day was hard on the both of you. On your way to school a villian decided to attack in your area. Because you live on the outside of the city, the big heros were not around. You watched helplessly as the villian with a fire quirk snatched your brother, taking him. You screamed running forward. Pro heroes fought against the villain as you ran forward to fight back.

“L/N!” Present Mic yelled but that did nothing to stop you. “Stop!”

You continued moving forward as Hizashi grabbed you by the waist and pulled back.

“No!” you sobbed, suddenly aware of what was going on. Hizashi’s grip tightened as he pulled you away from the scene.

“Shh,” he shushed, trying to calm you down. He dragged you into an alleyway. You continued to scream and cry, fighting against Present Mic.

“(Brother’s name)!” you shrieked. You tried to use your water quirk to escape but red eyes stopped you.

“Y/N,” Aizawa called, running up to the two of you. He kneeled down in front of you. “You need to calm down. You’ll hurt Mic if you keep it up. Calm down, ok?”

Something in his voice calmed you and you quit struggling. He smiled softly and patted your head, blinking. He stood and ran off. “Stay with her Hizashi. We’ll be ok.”

You fell limp and both you and Hizashi fell to the ground. You grabbed his arms and sobbed harder with each scream you heard.

“Shh,” Mic soothed again. He pulled a pair of headphones from his bag and plugged them into his phone. Pulling up Youtube Music, he typed in (favorite artist) and placed the headphones over your head. Hizashi picked a playlist, rocking the two of you back and forth. After several songs you finally calmed down, breathing heavily.

“You are alright,” Present Mic whispered, very unlike him. “Would you like to go home?” He realized you couldn’t hear him.

“How is she?” Aizawa asked, running back over to the two. He saw Hizashi’s headphones around your head.

“Much calmer,” Present Mic answered. “But I don’t think taking her home would be the best option.” Aizawa nodded.

“She certainly is not in the right state of mind to go to class.”

“I can keep her in my classroom,” Hizashi offered. Aizawa nodded. “That way she isn’t alone or have to go to class.” He picked you up and you didn’t bat an eye. You lay limp and silent the whole way to UA. When the three of you arrived to Mic’s class, Aizawa and Hizashi noticed that your eyes were closed.

“F/N?” Aizawa said, tapping your foot. Your eyes snapped open and you shot forward. Hizashi nearly dropped you as you landed on your feet.

“Wow, it’s alright hot shot,” Hizashi said as he placed his hand on your back. You pulled the headphones down to hang around your neck, looking up to your two teachers.

“You’re going to stay with Present Mic today, alright?” Aizawa explained.

“What about class?” you whispered.

“Y/N,” Hizashi started, catching your attention. “We just think it’ll be better if you stay with me.” You thought about it for a moment before nodding. Aizawa left for his class. Your puffy red eyes met Mic’s and he smiled softly.

“You can sit over there,” he said, motioning to a desk in the front row. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. “Just relax, ok?” You took his phone and nodded, heading to the desk and laying your head down.

Hizashi kept an eye on you for the rest of the day. He even stayed quiet during his classes just in case you had fallen asleep. When someone tried to bother you, he’d get defensive and tell them to leave you be. He even brought you lunch, figuring you wouldn’t eat unless he sat down with you and ate. He kept a good eye on you for several months and talked with you to make sure you were ok. Let’s just say that you appreciate what your teacher has done for you.

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Burnt Toast - Two

Summary: Everyone at Belle Reve has a secret. Even you, the new cook. But when Rick Flag smiles at you, you know everything will become unraveled.

Author’s Note: Sorry for the delay! My life has been...in shambles. But I hope you guys like this chapter. The response to the last chapter was amazing and I want to kiss each and every one of you on the forehead. 

Pairing: Rick Flag/F!Reader

Rating for this Chapter: R for violence, depictions of an abusive relationship (please DO NOT READ IF THIS UPSETS YOU), some brief smut, Harley is her own warning

Word Count: 13.1k

Or read on Ao3 here!

Chapter Two

You made the promised cinnamon rolls and added hash browns on the side just for fun. And because you needed to keep your hands busy. Your mind was racing and you kept replaying the kiss Rick had given you before he turned and walked toward his office after giving you another one of his soft smiles.

He said absolutely nothing.

Wonderful.

What the hell just happened.

You moved the pans of cinnamon rolls and hash browns into the warming trays behind the plastic walls and called out for everyone to come and get their breakfast. Harley was the first in line, elbowing Blackguard right in the face when he stepped forward. “Good morning, honeybuns.”

“Good morning, Harley.” You handed her a plate with a wavering smile.

Before she even stepped away, Harley had shoved half the bun into her mouth with a smile. “Can you step three feet to the right?”

Frowning, you did as you were told. “Harley?”

She stuffed the rest of the pastry in her mouth and shoved the hash brown into her pocket. “I’m really sorry about this, babe.”

And then the wall behind you exploded. You were thrown forward, toppling the warming trays and smacking against the dirty cafeteria floor with a crack.

What a terrible and confusing fucking morning.

**

“Well,” Rick said, as he dabbed at your brow with a paper towel soaked in hydrogen peroxide, “you won’t scar. But that would’ve been a cool story.”

You winced as hydrogen peroxide dribbled into the corner of your eye. Dust and ash still coated your tongue—and your clothes. The last few hours had been a messy blur. No one was grievously injured aside from a few main-wing guards and your kitchen was largely untouched except for needing a new door and warming pans. Replaceable. It would be okay.

Harley would probably come back in a few months, after she had her fun doing whatever the fuck she wanted, and you’d have your friend back. Maybe.

“If you had been three feet to the side, you mighta got a brick to the back of your head.”

You just nodded and closed your eyes as he set about pressing the butterfly bandages to the cut.

You remembered, brain still more than a bit hazy from your skull bouncing on the ground, seeing Rick kneel over you as the dust settled. You couldn’t really hear anything for a few stretched moments, just watching his mouth move with words you couldn’t decipher as his large, warm hands cradled your face.

He has a pretty mouth.

He’s pretty.

Even concussed, you knew a handsome man when you saw one. Or maybe it was because it was Rick.

The alarm wailing came back first, like your head had been pulled from water, and then it was Rick, your sweet Rick. “Hey, hey, darlin’. Keep your eyes on me, keep your eyes open.”

“Could look at you forever.”

And he smiled at that, even if your words were slurred. “Never took you for a sweet talker.”

“Oh no…” Your tongue felt heavy behind your teeth. “You didn’t get your cinnamon rolls.”

Rick’s smile grew and he shook his head. “You’ll just have to owe me one.”

He eventually hauled you up and sequestered you in his office, telling you not to fall asleep, before he ran back down stairs to check on everyone as the guards swept through the rubble. Always the protector. He only came back to your side after confirming everyone was okay.

He brought one of the prison’s medics with him and the man made sure you weren’t concussed—“she’ll probably be a little disoriented for a little bit. Don’t let her fall asleep for a couple of hours”—and thrust a package of bandages and a mini bottle of hydrogen peroxide at Rick’s chest before disappearing back downstairs.

And that was where you were now. Sitting on his desk with him between your legs, treating you like you were made of glass.

“I’m fine, Rick.”

“Waller’s sending everyone home,” he said as he placed the last bandage. Catching you off guard, he leaned forward and pressed his lips just above the bandages.

Your eyes shut at the contact. Felt nice. Even with your head pounding in time with your heart. He was so warm. You didn’t even realize you said that out loud before you heard him chuckle.

“C’mon, darlin’. Let’s get you home.” His hands grasped your hips and helped you off the desk with a growing smile.

“Can’t go home. He knows I’m here.” You closed your eyes again and leaned against his broad chest with a groan. A wave of nausea washed over you, ebbing and flowing with the next few beats of your heart.

His warm, rough hand slid behind and wrapped around the back of your neck, thumb scratching at the base of your skull.

“Who knows you’re there?”

You shook your head, burrowing a little deeper into him and grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and letting his stupid smell of burnt toast and cologne fill your nose. “Him.” You sucked in a greedy lungful of his scent, eyes still closed.

“Who is ‘him,’ Y/N?”

“Can we go get milkshakes?”

Rick just sighed.

**

You got milkshakes. Rick got you three different flavors because he couldn’t get a straight answer out of you about which you wanted when you pulled into the drive-thru and you had happily stuck the three straws into your mouth as you followed him up the stairs to his apartment. He mother-henned you for several hours, making sure you were not about to pass out. It was filled with soft touches and even more terrible 80s movies while he tried to make you quesadillas. They were only a little burnt so you didn’t mind.

He pulled you close on the couch and pulled the nearly empty Styrofoam cup away from you as you slurped the last bit of strawberry cream from the bottom. “I don’t want ya having a sugar crash, too, darlin’.”

God. He was so warm. You turned and all but squished your face against his sternum through his thin cotton shirt. Vaguely, you felt his heart skip under your cheek, as your eyes closed. “You’re so good to me,” you murmured, tired. The medic had called about forty-five minutes ago and said that if you hadn’t fallen asleep by now, you should be in the clear. Rick had asked a million and one questions but you focused on trying to finish the second shake, your mind slowly clearing. “You feel nice.”

His hand found the center of your back and you felt his thumb draw little circles against your spine. “Comfortable?”

You hummed and nodded, cheek pressing a little more against his chest. And all at once, your exhaustion seemed to wash over you and you felt your body completely relax. “You are so good to me, Colonel.”

As the first tendrils of sleep wrapped around you, you thought you heard him say, “I want to be good to you.”

**

You were back at work the next day despite Rick trying to tell you to stay in bed with soft words and a kiss to your forehead as he pulled the comforter a little higher around your chin. It was adorable. But it didn’t work. You pulled on your work uniform and met him at the front door with a smile.

For the next few days, he asked you at least six times a day if you were feeling well. And while it did sometimes make you huff, you knew it was done out of care.

Something you had not felt in a long time. And with no other signs of him following you, you let yourself breathe just a little. So, Rick had helped you move the laughably small pile of your belongings from your storage unit into his spare bedroom (which he also insisted on now calling ‘yours’) and made sure to tell you that you were welcome to stay as long as you needed. “Even if it is forever. I’ll put you on the lease.” You didn’t respond to that or his soft smile but had made him cinnamon rolls for dinner that night.

You hummed as Rick pressed a kiss to your temple after he parked his truck. “I’ll be a little late tonight—a bit behind on paperwork. Wait for me in the breakroom so I can drive us home?”

Home. When had it become home? Probably the first night, if you were being honest with yourself. You nodded and told him to have a good day as you parted ways. Breakfast was spinach and cheese omelets, lunch was chicken salad on flaky croissants you had made between meals, and dinner was grilled four cheese sandwiches and vegetable soup. You managed to also whip up a big batch of tiramisu for dessert and gave Boomer an extra helping because he seemed a little sad too.

“You know, if you asked her, I’m sure she’d break you out next time.”

The criminal sighed and pushed his finger into the dessert, coating it with the cream before licking it clean. He looked like a kicked puppy. “Yeah, all right.”

He was about to walk away when you reached out and managed to hook your hand on the shoulder of his prison jumpsuit and pull him to a stop. You handed him an extra helping of the dessert, earning a smile and a wink from the Australian who then walked to his usual table and sat down, eating his dessert first.

“Hey, are you gonna give me extra dessert?”

You turned, fighting a grimace at the sound of the Blackguard’s voice—what was his actual name again? Oh, whatever. That didn’t really matter—and grabbed your ladle, pouring the soup into the plastic bowl and setting it on the tray. A sandwich quickly followed. You gave him the smallest slice of the tiramisu you could find and shoved the tray at him. He didn’t deserve an answer.

He sneered and took the tray, walked two steps, and then dropped it right onto the warming tray. The soup and creamy dessert splattered all over the warming trays and instantly ruined several of the grilled cheese sandwiches. “Oops.”

In the next breath, the stupid man-child was on the ground and Robert Dubois was kneeling on his back. His hand grabbed Blackguard’s neck like an ornery kitten as he whispered into his ear. You tried to wipe the cream from the plastic front dividers of the warmers with little success as you told the next person in line to wait just a moment before you could give them their food. You only got a few swipes down before Robert all but hauled Blackguard to his feet, his hand still grabbing the back of the younger man’s neck. Your cream-covered paper towel stalled as you looked at them. This day had been wild.

“I am sorry I tried to ruin dinner.” He most definitely did not sound sorry but you appreciated the effort from Robert.

Robert’s grip tightened and Blackguard’s face twisted.

“And I’ll stop being a cunt.”

You blinked. Once. Twice. “Okay.”

Robert released the back of his neck and shoved him away. “No dinner for you.”

You shook your head and plated Robert’s dinner, making sure his sandwich didn’t have any soup or cream on it, and murmured a thank you.

“Don’t you worry about him, honey.”

You found yourself smiling at the sweet nickname and waved him on, watching him sit alone in the corner opposite Digger. He was a kind man. You, of course, knew he had put Supes in the ICU with a kryptonite bullet. But he was kind. That’s all that mattered to you.

The dinner shift was soon finished and you tried to clean up the remaining cream on the warmers but eventually gave up as the cream had melted into some sort of slick mess and you would probably have to soak it overnight anyway. And you had time tonight to be a little extra thorough.

You filled the industrial sink with hot, soapy water and started cleaning the last few pots and pans you hadn’t cleaned while cooking, listening to the din in the cafeteria slowly die down as people were shuffled back to their cells or out to the yard for a bit of fresh air.

You wiped down one of the plastic dividers and set it off to the side to dry when you heard the door to the kitchen swing open. The cleaning crew usually came in about this time to tell you that you really needed to stop cleaning up and doing their job so you didn’t even turn to greet them. Something scraped against the metal tabletop and you vaguely thought that it sounded like metal on metal and-

-you knew what a knife felt like under your chin. This was not a new sensation. The sponge in your hand drip drip dripped into the sink as your eyes slowly slid to the side to see a familiar, awful blond dye job.

“You shouldn’t be back here,” you said, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

“There’s no one back here but me and you.”

Oh, you had a snappy retort on the tip of your tongue but you knew better than to say it.

“You’ve been nothing but mean to me, ya know. And I’ve been so sweet on you.” The knife pressed a little closer and you pulled in a slow breath through your clenched teeth. “None of your friends are here to stop me.”

“And what are you planning?” Something dribbled down your neck. It was probably blood, you knew how it felt. Your hand inched toward the soapy water, eyeing the handle of the frying pan you had just set in the sink. That could work-

“Let’s have some fun.”

“Am I interrupting something?”

The knife was gone from your throat in the next breath and you felt Blackguard turn abruptly to face whomever had found you, and you slowly did the same. Amanda Waller was standing in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest and an eyebrow arched ever so slightly. She was unimpressed. You glanced to the prisoner beside you and watched him gulp.

“I-”

“Congratulations. You just earned another ten years. You might just be one of the longest-serving prisoners Louisiana will ever have.” It was said with such nonchalance that you wouldn’t have been able to tell that she had just saddled him with an extra decade in prison. You knew she had that power. Knew she wielded it well. Her eyes glanced at your throat before turning to the man at your side again. “And you’ve lost phone privileges for two months. You’ve been racking up quite a bill and I’m tired of hearing about it.” Waller stepped back just enough to make room in the doorway, a silent instruction for him to leave. And Blackguard did, knife quietly set on the table again, and then he scurried away like a roach.

Only when he was completely gone from your sight did you pull in a full breath, hand reaching for your neck and wincing as you felt the small cut and the sticky blood on your skin.

“Do you need to see the medic?”

You shook your head and grabbed a paper towel, wiping at your throat. “I’ll be fine.” I’ve had worse.

Waller’s cold gaze didn’t move from you for a few stretched moments before she nodded, just once. “I would like dinner in my office in an hour.”

“Any requests?” You tossed the bloody towel into the bin and looked at her.

“Steak. Make it bloody.” And then she was gone.

You washed your hands, ridding them off the dirty dish water and moved to grab a steak from the fridge after heating up a seasoned cast iron. Almost blindly, you cooked the slab of beef and set it off to the side to cool before you blanched a few green beans to have on the side.

Your entire face throbbed in time with your heart. Your vision was blurry but you could still see him standing over you. A white handkerchief was in his hand, blotting at his bloodied knuckles. “You made a mess, sweetness. Look what you did.”

You tried to shake the memory away, tried to focus on the meal you were supposed to be finishing or how you could smell the remnants of the tiramisu just a few feet away.

“I love you so much. Why do you make me so angry, sweetness? I just want to love you.”

Tears were filling your eyes as you tried to push his hands away from the button on your jeans. “Don’t do this. Please-”

“Stop it.” You pushed out the words from behind clenched teeth. “Stop it. He doesn’t know you’re here. He can’t touch you here.” Your hand slapped against the counter, pain rippling up your arm. “Stop it!”

He was pounding on the door as you tried to pry open the bathroom window. But the blood in your eyes was making it difficult. “Come out! Come out here right now!”

The window slid open and you tried to haul yourself up, to squeeze through the opening that whispered safety. But your leg gave out the second you tried. Sickly white bone protruded from your broken skin.

“Artie’s getting out of school right now.” His voice was cold. Calculating. So different from the one he usually reserved for you. “I’m on the list, you know. I could go pick him up.”

Tears filled your eyes as you slapped the sink again. “Stop it! Stop it!”

But you didn’t. You stood at the counter and sobbed. Sobbed for the life you had lost, for the lives you had destroyed, and for yourself. You hadn’t cried since that last night in Gotham months ago. All it took was some punk kid with a knife to have everything burst out of you. Dammit.

Your palms pressed to your eyes, trying to will the tears away and it worked…almost. You hiccupped a few times and wiped under your eyes before grabbing the plate and carrying it up to Waller’s office. By the grace of some higher power, she was on the phone and turned away from you as you walked in. You set the plate and cutlery down on the desk and slipped out without a word.

You walked down to the locker room and grabbed your bag, fishing your cell phone out from the bottom. Rick was one of three contacts in your phone—and the only one that wasn’t a fake name.

‘Gonna head home. Got a headache. See you soon.’

**

Rick was freshly showered when he came into your room. Little drops of water were still clinging to his dark blond hair as he knocked on the doorframe and you waved him in as you sat on your bed, trying to figure out the menu for the next week. You watched him smile, still looking more than a little tired in his rumpled t-shirt and baggy shorts, and his mouth opened to say something…and then his gaze landed on your neck.

“I’m okay!” You quickly said as you set aside your little notebook, not liking how his face had started to contort into a strange amalgamation of rage and concern. “It was dealt with.”

He stepped closer and you could smell his body wash. Clean and crisp. His warm fingers reached out and trailed down your throat, skirting around the wound. “Who did this to you?”

“Would you believe me if I said I was shaving?” He didn’t laugh at your terrible joke. And you sighed, deflating, and reached out to grab at his hand and interlaced your fingers with his. “I promise, he won’t be doing it again.”

Rick moved a little closer, legs bracketing yours on the bed and his other hand reached up to carefully cup your chin, thumb gently sliding against your cheek. He was always so gentle. Your Rick.

“If you tell me who it was, I can use them as bait on the next mission.” A tempting offer.

“Waller already tacked on another decade to his sentence. I don’t think he’ll ever be getting out of Belle Reve.” You turned and pressed a kiss to his palm.

God. It was easy. It was so easy. It felt like you blinked and Rick had wrapped his warm hands around your soul and whispered he’d keep it safe. This was a mess.

With a whisper of your name, he had you looking up again and then his mouth was on yours. It was all consuming. Everything was Rick Rick Rick and it felt so good when you felt him smile against your mouth as you reached up to tangle your hands in his hair. He tasted so good, like mint and something sweet as his tongue slid against yours. You pulled him closer, needing him closer. You hadn’t felt this alive in years.

Your back hit the rumpled comforter and you felt Rick holding himself up above you as he licked into your mouth. Your hands slid from his neck to slide under his shirt, feeling his hard stomach under your fingers, his heart thumped beneath your palm as you continued to push up, dragging his shirt with it. You only broke away to rip the offending fabric off of his broad shoulders and then dragged him back down, slotting your lips against his as you heard him murmur your name again.

Rick pressed you down, all but shoving your legs apart so he could slot into the cradle between your thighs. He was hard, you could feel every inch of him beneath those ridiculous shorts and a half-choked moan ripped its way out of your throat. Greedy hands grabbed fistfuls of his cute little butt and pulled him closer. He felt good. Right.

His hands skirted up your sides, dragging another stuttered breath out of your lungs. “God, darlin’, you’re just so fuckin’ beautiful.” His lips lathed hot, wet kisses down your neck, skirting around your cut, to nip just at your collarbone and you felt his tongue slide against the bite. He pressed another kiss against the sting and you shuddered, nails digging into shoulders just as his mouth claimed yours again.

Once, twice, three times, he pressed his lips against yours and then…sat back. His cheeks were flushed and his clean hair was in disarray from your greedy fingers. He was…beautiful. His (bare) chest was heaving but he was smiling as he looked down at you.

“What? What is it?” You asked.

“Gotta take you on a date first.”

And while a touch of embarrassment did slide down your spine at the implication, you shook your head and reached out to him, curling your hands around his waist. “Rick, I-”

He kissed you again, warm hand brushing against your cheek, before sitting back again. “I wanna do this right with you. Is that okay?”

And how could you tell him no? “Already got me in your home, Colonel. I guess we could do things a little backwards.”

His answering smile could power all of Las Vegas for a week and he stole another kiss. “I could kiss you forever, you know.”

Your hand pressed against his chest and pushed, just a little, as you fought a smile, lips still burning from his touch. “That’s not fair.”

Rick grabbed your hand and kissed your fingers with another smile. “Too bad.” He stood from the bed and you bit your lip when you noticed the tent in his shorts and he blushed when he realized you were looking. He grabbed his shirt and held it in front of him with a small, embarrassed smile. “You’re making this difficult.”

“I would say I’m sorry but…”

He laughed and shook his head. “I just… don’t want you to feel pressured. I want you to be comfortable. I all but made you come here and-”

You basically jumped from the bed and grasped at his face to stop his nervous jumble of words. “Rick. You kept me from sleeping in the breakroom at a literal prison. You’ve given me safety. Security.” You paused, feeling a little nervous. “Gentleness I haven’t experienced in a long…long time.” Rick’s shoulders slumped but you kept your hands on his cheeks, making him look at you. “You’ve given me more than you can imagine.”

He dropped his shirt and reached for you, hands pulling at your hips to inch you forward just enough to let his lips brush against yours again. Just a whisper of a kiss that had you sighing. “One day, I hope you can tell me. But I’ll never push you.”

“I know,” you murmured. “And that is what makes you so good.” Your thumbs brushed against his cheeks and you watched his long lashes flutter at the contact. “I will wait for you and thank you…for waiting for me.”

**

There had continued to be no other sightings or threating notes so, you had written off the ‘found you’ as a fluke, possibly meant for someone else. He wasn’t known to be patient. If he had a move to make, he would have made it. So, you decided to focus on other things. Better things. Nicer things.

Rick was fond of kissing you. Like, kissing you in the shadows of his truck before the work day started as the autumn air pushed the brown and yellow leaves across the parking lot, kissing you when he crowded you into a dark corner in the kitchen, kissing you goodnight after another long day at Belle Reeve. And you’d be stupid to say you didn’t like kissing him, too.

In the last two (strangely blissful) months, he only had three smaller scale missions that had him out and back within four days. It was strange, to realize that you had all but fallen into a (strangely) domestic routine with him without even thinking about it. And you felt a little stupid for only recently realizing this was what a healthy, loving relationship was supposed to be. Rick had given you that, with his soft smiles and southern twang and gentle hands. God, you were a cliché, weren’t you? You were falling hard and fast for him—and the last time you thought you had done that, you’d ended more than just burned. But this felt different. And that was okay, wasn’t it?

Rick found you in the kitchen as you finished drying the last pan from that night’s dinner and kissed you in welcome. “Gonna take you on that date.”

You laughed against his mouth, letting him kiss you again. “Only took you a few weeks, Colonel. Kinda thought you were joking.”

His strong arms wrapped around you and squeezed. “Just needed the right time. Wanna make it special. You deserve it.”

And that was how you found yourself in an empty ice rink. The tired teenage boy at the front door murmured something about only having a few hours and not touching the Zamboni before disappearing toward his car.

“Did you bribe a child to let you in?”

Rick shrugged one of his shoulders with a smile before grabbing a pair of skates in your size. You laced them up as you sat beside him and then let him lead you out onto the ice. Christmas lights had been strung up overhead and twinkled at uneven intervals, illuminating the ice. Muted music played from the dust-covered speakers in the corners of the giant room, probably from the local oldies station.

“You should know I don’t know how to skate,” you murmured, looking down at your skates as Rick started backward on the ice.

“I’ll teach you. Just don’t let go.”

And he did. With gentle coaching, he helped you from looking like Bambi on ice to…someone who wouldn’t fall on their ass every time someone passed by. It was a success. And you had laughed yourself nearly hoarse when he tried to show you how to do a spin. He fell. You fell. And then neither of you could get back on your feet for a solid five minutes. When he called it quits, saying he didn’t have to worry about you breaking your neck the next time he put skates on your feet, he pulled you over to the little food stand and managed to make a bit of hot chocolate for you both with the half-functioning machine on the wall.

“Is this stealing?”

“I’ll leave a couple bucks in the jar.” He clinked his paper cup against yours with a smile and kissed the chocolatey foam off the top of your lip after you had a sip. He pulled back just enough to settle beside you as you leaned against the rickety bar as you drank the rest of the warm treat. “I know this wasn’t much-”

“It was perfect, Colonel. Really.” You nudged his arm just a bit, almost making him spill his drink with a laugh. “But I’m pretty sure you could take me through the drive thru again for milkshakes and call it a date and I’d be happy.”

“My girl’s easy to please, hm?” He asked, smirking at you over the edge of his cup.

The term of endearment made you smile and you pressed your cheek into his shoulder. “Your girl?”

“Yeah,” he said, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye with just a touch of pink in his cheeks, “you’re my girl. Is that okay?”

You tried to hide your smile behind your own cup, letting him sweat a bit, before pressing a hot chocolate-flavored kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I like the sound of it.”

**

If you could form a coherent thought, you would know the neighbors hated you.

You were clinging to Rick’s back as one of his hands gripped the headboard above you and the other was anchored on your hip. Your hips met in a heady snap as he drove into you again and again, stretching you wide, stuffing you full. You had never felt so full.

“Oh please,” you moaned, “oh please!” What were you begging for—it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the drag of him inside of you and how every nerve ending in your body sparked and fizzled every time he drove into you, filling you to the hilt.

His hips snapped to yours again as his lips slid against your throat, hot puffs of air wetting your slick skin.

The tightly wound coil in the depths of your stomach was starting to fray and you sunk your teeth into his perfect, scarred and tattooed shoulder, trying to stave it off, wanting to feel him come with you. But Rick had other plans. The hand that was on you hip skirted your heated skin to press down on your clit, rubbing rough, hard circles that had you choking on your next breath as the headboard slammed against the wall again and you heard him vaguely mutter something against your neck as the blood roared in your ears.

“You feel so good, darlin’, perfect you’re so perfect. Hot and tight and—god your pussy is fuckin’ magical-” his words stuttered with his hips, slamming one last time against yours and you felt warmth bloom between your legs before Rick grasped your face with one hand and pressed his open mouth to yours, licking between your teeth as his other hand continued to abuse your clit until you were crying with your own release against his lips.

Your nails racked down his back as your legs shook and Rick gave a few, small thrusts to ease you through it. His head buried into your neck, huffing warm breaths against your skin before he lathed a kiss at your pulse. His lips dragged up to your cheek before pressing against yours again in a surprisingly soft (given how you could barely feel your legs) kiss. He pulled back just enough to look down at you with a small smile. The light behind him was dim and gave him a yellow halo, glinting off his sweaty blond hair. It suited him, your shining man of quiet gentleness.

You reached up and grasped his chin and pulled him down for a kiss before wrapping your legs around his waist and rolling him to the side with one quick move, using his own weight against him.

A surprised huff escaped him and Rick reached for you as you scrambled away from the bed with a laugh, intent on cleaning up. “Careful, darlin’, I just need a little time to pin you down again.”

And you knew it. That’s why you locked the bathroom door behind you with another laugh and cleaned up before walking back out to see him still wrapped up in your destroyed sheets and pillows. Rick propped himself up on a folded arm and smiled at you as you stood in the doorway, wrapped in the robe you stole off the hook in the bathroom. The sheet around his waist was riding dangerously low and even though your legs were still a bit shaky, you bit your lip at the sight of the cut muscles that you now knew intimately well. You could actually see a bite mark over one of his hips; some of your finest work.

You slid onto the bed and he moved to his back, grasping at your hips and hauling you over him again. “You’re beautiful.”

“I am a sweaty mess.”

“You’re beautiful,” Rick repeated, moving his hands just enough to tangle his fingers with yours. “You’re making this…really easy, darlin’.”

You frowned at that, looking down at him and watching him smile up at you. That same, infuriatingly soft smile he always gave you. “What?”

He shook his head and sat up and, in spectacular retaliation for your earlier escape, somehow hauled you over his shoulder and marched toward his bedroom. With pat to your thigh, he laughed. “Can’t sleep in here tonight.”

“Tired already? I thought you said you just need a little time,” you teased from your perch, reaching down to pinch at his spectacular little butt.

It earned you another pat to your thigh. “I heard you yawn in the bathroom, darlin’. There’s always tomorrow.” And then he threw you onto the bed and watched you bounce, his soft smile growing just a touch wider. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He shucked the blankets and sheets out from under you only to make sure they were pulled up to your chin before he climbed in next to you. And you were surrounded by him. The scent of his cologne and aftershave and that stupid burnt toast clung to his sheets and you delighted in it—even more when his strong, tattooed arms pulled you close and he kissed the top of your head. And you all but melted into his grip, eyes closing. He was right. You were tired. A good, blessedly happy tired—a sign of a day well spent.

You listened to his heartbeat slow, a strange lullaby, to help you fall to sleep, but one that made you feel safe. And as sleep started to take you, you heard Rick murmur, “I hope you had a good time, darlin’. ‘Cause I had the time of my life.”

**

Rick had been called to some country in Europe—you hadn’t really made an effort to remember where he was going because he said he’d be back as soon as he could and then kissed you breathless in the shadows of the kitchen before going off to find Waller.

“Come back soon?” You whispered.

“I promise I’ll make it fast. Gotta get home to my girl.”

It was so cheesy. You loved it. And it gave you a little reprieve from the stress that his leaving always caused.

On a break, you walked through the dark halls to the locker room and spun the wonky lock to open your locker, in search of the chapstick you thought you had stuck in there a few weeks ago. As soon as the door opened, a canary yellow envelope fell out, slapping against your shoes. It was stamped with bright red lipstick. Knowing instantly who it was from, you slid your finger beneath the flap and unsealed it. A necklace embossed with a designer logo at the clasp fell into your palm first, followed by a few shards of glass, and a bit of paper folded into a flower. Written on the paper petals was, Didn’t mean to hurt you, babydoll! Forgive me?

Harley had stolen you a designer necklace as penance for a bit of a headache. Of course she was forgiven. You slipped the chain over your head and tucked it beneath your starchy shirt. But, muscle memory tugged at the back of your brain and your fingers trailed down to try to find a pendant that wasn’t there.

You had lost that necklace back in Gotham.

You rolled your shoulders and slammed the locker shut, abandoning your search for the lip balm. Your phone beeped, letting you know that the bread you were baking had another ten minutes so you turned and started back toward the kitchens. You portioned out the turkey sausage and started to boil a large pot of water as you pulled the pierogi you had stuffed and folded the night before from the fridge. The honey-covered carrots were ready to be broiled.

Your phone beeped again and you pulled the three loaves out from the oven and set them to the side to cool on the racks before turning back to the pierogi and gently lowered them into the boiling water. The small television you’d managed to set up in the kitchen was switched to the news station and you half-listened to the anchor explain the rumblings of civil unrest happening on a small island nation off the coast of South America as you watched the pierogi start to float.

“Are those cheese and potato?”

The slotted spoon in your hand nearly slid from your fingers at the sound of the voice behind you. Turning, you fought a smile. Bruce was still so handsome and he knew it, the prick. He smiled at you and wrapped you in a tight hug, filling your lungs with the scent of his expensive cologne. “The hell are you doing here, Bruce?” You asked as you pulled back. God. You hadn’t seen Bruce since…well, it had been too long since you had seen your friend.

“Luke was easier to find than you were.”

You twisted your mouth to the side, trying not to curse at him at the sound of your brother’s name. “You covered your tracks, right?”

Bruce smirked. “You know I did. And I covered up the trail he was leaving behind, too.”

And you deflated at that. He was still so good to you. “Thank you.”

Bruce stepped a little closer and grasped your hands and squeezed. “You know I’d do anything for you.”

You smiled but pulled your hands from his and turned back to the pierogi, taking a few out and adding a few more into the boiling water. “Careful. Might blow your cover as a heartless playboy for a nameless prison cook.”

You heard Bruce sigh—a familiar sound. “You know you could have come and work for me.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “You know I need more than one person to cook for, Bruce.”

“Alfred lives with-”

“Alfred would hate that you’re dragging him into this.” You laughed and shook your head as you finished with the pierogi and turned to face him. Reaching up, you placed a hand against his cheek, feeling his ever-present five o’clock shadow scratch your palm. “You and I both know…” You couldn’t finish the sentence you felt burning at the back of your throat. It didn’t matter now.

Bruce turned his head just enough to press a kiss to your wrist. “It was worth a shot.” He sighed again and took a step back. “I have something for you.” He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a tiny bit of silver. It caught the sunlight and spilt beams of yellow light across the room.

“Where’d you find this?” The necklace itself was more than a little tarnished and it had always left your skin discolored, but the pendant looked brand new. The painted feather on the simple silver disc was fading a bit but it still looked the same as it had years ago when Artie had gifted it to you for your birthday.

Bruce smirked. “That is my secret.”

You smacked at his chest. “Don’t you have enough of those?”

“You like that I’m mysterious.”

“I like that you know how to keep your mouth shut.” You pulled the necklace over your head and quickly tucked the pendant beneath your shirt, letting it ‘clink’ against the new chain from Harley. “But really, Bruce, this means the world to me. I thought I’d lost it forever.” Bruce’s smirk widened and you knew he was going to tease you. You knew his mannerisms too well.

“That technically belongs to me, you know.”

“Oh, I know. But it was your fault for inviting a kindergarten class to tour your R&D department and didn’t have Lucius put all of his toys away. Kids have sticky fingers. Artie has always liked shiny things.”

“That metal is-”

“Alien? Related to Krypton or whatever, right? Probably found it when you thought Supes was gonna destroy the world.”

Bruce was quiet and you knew you had him pinned.

You reached up and patted his cheek. “I’ll let you know if I grow an extra arm or suddenly start shooting lasers out of my eyes. Deal?”

“You are infuriating,” he said, shaking his head.

“The people here think I’m nice. Kind, even,” you said with a smile.

Bruce shook his head, trying to hide his own smile. “You are. Doesn’t mean you don’t know how to push every single one of my buttons.”

You shooed him away from the broiler you needed as it beeped, letting you know it had reached the right temperature and set the pan of carrots inside before turning back to him, seeing his smile gone and his lips set into a firm line.

“When you asked for Selina Kyle’s number, I didn’t know-”

“Bruce. Selina is known for one thing. Did you think we were gonna go get our nails done?”

He sighed. “I was hoping.”

“Just like you hope for the best when you put on your Halloween costume and ride around Gotham on the toys Lucius cooks up for you under the guise of Wayne Enterprises’ R&D department? You hope?” It was a low blow but it needed to be said. He had his ways and you had yours. And you wouldn’t apologize for them. “I did what I had to do. You know that.”

“You could have come to me-”

“I did,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “I came to you, got Selina’s number and disappeared.” A sigh had your shoulders slumping and you turned to put a pan on the stove and turned the heat to medium. You let the metal heat for a moment before drizzling a bit of oil into the bottom and adding a handful of the dried pierogi. It would crisp the dough just a bit, a nice little crunch. “I’ve dragged enough people down. I wasn’t going to drag you down, too. Alfred would kill me if I had both your personas wrapped up in my nonsense. I'm surprised Alfred let you keep me around after my, and I quote, 'horrid stitching' after I found you in the alley behind my restaurant.”

Bruce’s hand was suddenly wrapping around your arm and turning you around to face him, his grip just bordering on tight. “I would have done anything for you—I still can.”

And you knew he meant it. That was why he was here, wasn’t it? But you shook your head. “I…I like it here,” you said with a laugh. “Some of the people are kind and I am happy.”

Bruce looked down at you, his lips still in a tight line. “And this Flag guy? Rick?”

You scoffed. “You’re not subtle, Wayne. Rick is good. Doesn’t push,” you added with an arch of your brow.

That made Bruce scowl, an expression you had coaxed from him several times over the years. It was one of your favorites.

“I know you only do it because you care. But he…he’s different, Bruce. Good to me. Good for me. And I want to be good to him, too. Is that okay?” And that was the simplest way of expressing it. How could you tell Bruce how Rick made you feel? You were sure he wouldn’t care for you waxing poetic about how you felt safe in the colonel’s arms or how you felt like you were finally normal and stable and so easily happy whenever he smiled at you. No. That was a secret for you to keep.

The billionaire was quiet for a moment and then he sighed again. “As long as you’re happy. As long as you’re safe.”

You nodded and then paused. “I did get a nasty little note in my rental a few weeks ago. Someone wrote ‘found you’ above my bed.”

His face hardened as you knew it would. “Anything else?”

You shook your head. “I think it was a fluke. Someone got my address mixed up with someone else’s. Nothing else has happened. Not a note. A phone call. Nothing.” It was your turn to sigh and then a strained silence stretched, only bracketed by the popping of the pierogi in the pan that you carefully platted before adding a few more to the pan. “What has he done in Gotham?”

“That is the problem, Y/N,” Bruce said. “He isn’t in Gotham. He disappeared two weeks ago.”

Your blood ran cold but you refused to turn around to let Bruce see you scared. “He’s probably at his family’s house in Paris. He liked going there around this time of the year.” Bruce’s answering silence let you know he wasn’t there. It had been checked. Another round of pierogi went into the pan before you turned back to him.

“Give me your phone.”

“Bruce-”

“Are you really going to not let me give you my new number after I came all the way down here and bribed Waller with information for her stupid Suicide Squad just to see you?” His teasing smile pushed at the corners of his lips but his eyes were still a touch too hard.

You sighed and fished the phone from your pocket and handed it to him, letting him plug in his contact information and send a message to his phone so he had your number, too. “Always so pushy.”

Bruce handed you back the phone, his eyes a little softer. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. Call me if you need anything. Or if you just want to talk.” You nodded and smiled as you felt him kiss your forehead before he pulled back. “Artie asked me to give you this.” A folded piece of bright yellow paper was pulled from his other pocket and handed to you with a smile. “He said it was very important that his Auntie Y/N got it because he knows you’re lonely.”

Your fingers curled around the letter with a laugh. You unfolded it to see a picture of you and Artie holding hands in a field of flowers with little lopsided hearts in the corners and the words ‘I miss you!’ scribbled in blue crayon. “You could have led with this, you know. Instead of sneaking up on me in the dark.”

“You know I prefer the dark.”

“You are the most dramatic man I know. Now, go. I’m sure Waller will wonder where you wandered off to and if she finds you in here with me, she’ll only have more questions I don’t want to answer.” Pressing the note into the pocket of your trousers, you reached out and hugged Bruce again. It felt good to have him close again. “It was good to see you.”

“Try not to be a stranger, okay?” He said, squeezing you tight around the middle. “Stop befriending criminals.”

You laughed and kissed his cheek as he pulled back and watched his lashes flutter against his cheeks before he cleared his throat and stood straight. “I’ll keep in touch.”

“Promise?” The single word was soft, hurt, and it almost made you want to apologize.

“I promise,” you said instead and handed him a few pierogi on a paper plate that he could eat on his way to Waller’s office. A small peace offering.

And it was accepted gladly by the smile on his face and how he stuffed an entire one into his mouth before he straightened his stupidly expensive suit jacket and moved toward the door.

“Bruce?”

He turned at the door and looked back at you. “Tell Harley I said I miss her. I’m sure you’ll see her soon.”

Bruce laughed and walked away.

**

Rick came back after only two nights away and found you curled up in the blankets on his bed—and then you woke up to him all but using you as a pillow, breaths deep and low in sleep even as your alarm blared. You did your best to move without jostling too much as you shut the alarm off and you pushed back into the pillows.

It was your day off and you knew Rick usually had a few hours to himself before he got called back in to debrief and file paperwork, etc. etc. etc. He could sleep a little longer. Your finger traced along one of the tattoos on his arm and it coaxed a small smile from his lips before he pressed his face a little closer to your chest, nuzzling against your chest. You spent a few minutes scratching at his scalp with your nails, watching him dream a little longer before his eyes opened, honey-colored gaze a little unfocused as a lazy smile pushed at his lips. “Mornin’,” he greeted, voice low and rough.

“It should be a crime to be this pretty in the morning,” you murmured without any heat, trailing your fingers down his cheek.

His smile grew, if still a little bashful, and he all but nuzzled against your chest. His eyes flickered to the necklaces you’d forgotten to take off the night before and he gently took the oversized pendant in his hand and looked it over. “What is this?”

“That is a necklace my nephew got for me—my little good luck charm.” Your fingers plucked the newer chain up and let the pristine silver catch the few rays of sunlight streaming in from between the curtains, making it sparkle. “And this is from Harley.”

He sat up at that, a sleepy frown on his face. “You know where Harley is?”

You shook your head and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “No idea, actually.” You slid out from under him, a herculean effort, and smiled at his disappointed face. “Do you want waffles?”

And so, you made him waffles and kissed his temple as he hummed happily into the cup of coffee you set beside his plate. You sat beside him and you ate in a comfortable silence before he asked for your necklaces again and you mentioned possibly trading the chains out—it was only the pendant Artie had given you anyway—the chain had been some department store knockoff from ages ago. Rick sat quietly, with a bit of syrup still on the corner of his mouth, and managed to get the pendant you had all but soldered onto the cheap chain off and then looped Harley’s gift through the pendant and presented it back to you with a smile. “Better?”

You pulled the chain over your head and tucked the pendant beneath your overstretched night shirt. “Much.”

“When did Harley give you that?” He reached out and traced a finger down the delicate chain, enticing a shiver from you.

“It somehow wound up in my locker the day you left for your last mission. I’m pretty sure she stole it.”

Rick huffed and stole a piece of bacon from your plate. “That sounds right.” He leaned back in his chair and shook his head. “I’m sure she’ll be back with us soon enough. She can’t stay out of trouble.”

“I hope she never comes back,” you murmured, your fingers pressing against the pendant through your shirt.

“What?” Rick actually sounded hurt.

Of course he would. He didn’t understand, no matter how much he loved (most of) his teammates, it would never be the same for him. “Harley loves you, like an ornery younger sister. She likes being set loose on the world with the excuse of saving it. But a cage is still a cage.” You pushed out a breath and shut your eyes, letting the sun warm your face as it filtered through his tiny kitchen window.

He was quiet, just for a few stretched moments. You heard him pull in a breath, like he was trying to steady his heartbeat. “Is it a cage for you, too?”

Your eyes snapped open at that and you nearly frantically grasped at the soft fabric of his shirt as you looked at him. “No. No. Rick, I-”

His rough hands curled over yours and he slid his chair with a screech against the tile to be closer to you, looking at you with his big, honey-colored eyes. “I made you a promise. I promised I would wait until you were ready. But, please, tell me if I ever make you feel… I don’t ever want you to feel-”

You kissed him, stopping his frantic tirade, slow and sweet, and felt him melt against you. “This isn’t the same as that. At all.” Your hand framed his face and you looked into his gentle eyes and you knew then, it was now or never. Your next breath stuttered in your throat and you pulled back to curl your hands into the uneven hem of your shirt. “I had just been promoted to Sous Chef at this really, really nice restaurant in Gotham. To celebrate, I went out with a few friends to grab a celebratory drink at this stupidly overpriced club downtown. We walked in, sat down, ordered a bottle of a nice but not super expensive champagne. But a different one showed up and the waiter said it was a gift from a guy at the bar who also wanted to tell me congratulations, apparently he’d overheard why we were there.” You rubbed at your temples. It was all so stupid now. “The price tag on this thing could buy a small house and all my friends told me to go tell him thank you. And so I did. He told me his name was Todd. And a simple thank you turned into a few dances, which turned into a few dates, which turned into him showing up at my tiny little apartment and having everything packed up for me, moving me into his apartment.” You twisted your mouth to the side. “I thought it was romantic; someone wanting to be with me that badly. I didn’t even argue. He lived in some multimillion dollar penthouse with a view of the whole city. It was beautiful. And then it wasn’t. It started small: comments about how a guy at work seemed to have an innocent crush, my hair looked better a certain way, Todd wanted me home by a certain time. And then when I slipped up, there were consequences. He’d grab my wrist while he was talking to me and it would hurt for a couple of days. When I was an hour late because of a kitchen fire at the restaurant, he slapped me.”

Rick’s posture changed just the slightest bit as he looked at you, one of his hands curled on his lap.

But you pressed forward.

“Of course, he apologized. Told me he was just worried about me. He’d never really hurt me. All that bullshit. And I ate it up. I ate it up again and again even as his punishments grew worse and worse. And it was for the dumbest shit… I left a glass on the counter. My blanket wasn’t folded on the couch. I didn’t want to have sex. He was told that I smiled at someone while I was out shopping. He had me believe he was the only person who would ever love me in just a few months—and hating my entire life, too.” Tears were pricking at your eyes but you tried to blink them back. “Eventually, work became my only refuge. The owner must’ve figured out what was happening because he all but banned Todd from the restaurant.” You pushed out another slow, shuddering breath. “It only lasted a few weeks. Everyone got called into the kitchen as we prepped for the day and the owner’s son said told us that his dad had died and that Todd was the new owner. I remember people clapped—fucking clapped—when they heard it. I don’t think they knew why he’d been banned or even knew that he had been but it still…stung. But I knew Todd had killed him. I knew it. He was capable of anything. And he had enough money to get away with it.”

Rick leaned forward then, slow and gentle, and grasped one of your hands. He raised it to his mouth and kissed your fingers—they were trembling. “It’s okay, darlin’. We don’t have to-”

You turned your hand in his grip just enough to tangle your fingers together as you shook your head. “No. No, I need to finish.” You didn’t let go of him as you felt a few tears trickle down your cheek but Rick did softly wipe them away with his other hand. “I wanted to leave him. Tried a couple of times. But Todd was always just a few steps ahead. And he had an army of people willing and ready to report back to him on any movements I made. But I…I remember sitting on a hospital bed, listening to him tell a doctor—an old family friend, apparently—that I’d fallen down the stairs after having a glass a wine and that he hadn’t thrown me down them after I tried to block one of his well-aimed slaps…I remember thinking that this can’t be the rest of my life. I can’t do it. It was only with the help of my brother that I was able to make a real plan. Well, Luke and my friend Bruce, really. And it took months. Months of him throwing me around like a broken toy. Months of blood on my teeth and broken skin. Todd had taken my phone so I had to use Luke’s to talk to Bruce or had to call him from the landline at the restaurant. But I knew the best way to make Todd hurt, was his pocket. He’d been stupid enough to not hide where he’d kept his safe—probably thought the fact that he changed the combination ever three days would be enough. I asked Bruce for one of his…less reputable friend’s numbers. I knew she had a particular skill and I would be able to pay her for it if she just got the safe open. I thought it was a great plan. Luke helped me buy a shitty car and have it parked and waiting for me at one of the subway stations. I would disappear.” And now the tears came in earnest. “Someone must’ve heard something because he came home one day in a rage and used one of his stupid golf clubs to beat me until I couldn’t see straight. His arm must have gotten a cramp because he walked away for a moment and I locked myself in the bathroom, the closest room with a lock and a window. I almost just left then…but then he told me he knew that my nephew, Artie, was getting out of school soon.” You clamped your eyes shut at that. Your sweet little Artie. Little Artie who once called Todd his ‘uncle’ because he was always around you, his favorite aunt. “So I unlocked the door. And I woke up in the hospital a week later with my leg in a cast and my neck in a brace and on suicide watch because he told the doctors I had thrown myself out of a window.”

You paused after that and Rick again pressed a soft kiss to your hand, a quiet encouragement. The warmth of his hand in yours felt right, gave you just enough encouragement to tell the last bit of your unpretty story.

“My leg healed. Slowly. It cost me my job at the restaurant even though I was literally living with the owner but I think Todd actually wanted that. Wanted me under his thumb even more. And when I was well enough to walk on my own again, Todd made sure to tell me he knew exactly where Luke and Artie lived, what their schedules were, everything. He’d found out that it wasn’t enough to hurt me to keep me compliant. It was smart. But I was angry. I managed to get a text to Selina after stealing one of the maid’s phones. And then another to Luke. The plan was still going to happen. Everything was still in place.” You sniffled and almost smiled. “Selina slipped through the window I left open and she had the safe cracked in seconds when I was out with Todd at a lunch. She took everything and paid herself out of the pile and then dropped the bags off in a locker at the Amusement Mile subway station. Selina used one of her more reliable contacts to get word to me at the restaurant, letting me know it was ready. When Todd and I got home…I bashed him over the head with his prized putter and ran as soon as I knew he was unconscious. It took a couple of hits. I took his phone and ran to the subway station. I let Luke know the combination and where his share was hiding and to get out of Gotham that night. I was out of the state before Todd woke up. And…” you pushed out one more breath, your shoulders a little lighter, “now I’m here.”

“And now you’re here,” Rick repeated with a murmur.

That was it. Now it was out in the open.

“Thank you for telling me. Is…” he was choosing his words carefully and it almost made you smile despite the tears on your cheeks. “Is there anything I can-”

You squeezed his hand. “You’re doing more than you know.” Leaning forward, you kissed between his brows, making the crease that had formed slowly even out. “I understand now…what you meant.” You fiddled with your fingers as you pulled away. “You make this really easy.”

**

It was strange to admit that nothing had changed. Rick was still your gentle Rick who liked kissing you with a smile on his lips. He still managed to burn every bit of toast he’d tried to make and had horrible taste in 80s movies and was still trying to learn how to cook with your gentle guidance.

But now he knew. He knew the shadowed secrets of your past and the him you were running from. He knew what you had done. And he loved you anyway. You. You who had once thought that Todd was the only person who could love you.

You who had put up so many defenses that you told yourself surviving was the only way to live.

You who had nearly beat a man to death after stealing his money.

You.

He loved you. Even if he hadn’t outright said it. That was fair—you hadn’t either. But it was enough. It was enough to feel him smile against your mouth as he murmured goodnight. It was enough to feel his hand hold yours as you drove to the grocery store. It was enough to know how it felt to take him deep and feel him come undone. It was enough to see him smile whenever he got off the plane from another successful mission or in the breakroom between meals. It was enough to laugh with him in the kitchen when he made yet another mess.

It was enough. It was more than enough. He was more than enough. Your good, sweet, gentle Rick.

He had been the one to tell you that Harley was being shipped back to Belle Reeve after an ‘incident’ involving a car and a bank in Gotham. “I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”

And Harley was happy—nearly shrieking as she saw you, even as she was surrounded by guards and had three sets of cuffs encasing her limbs as she was brought in just as you were leaving for the day. “Hiya baby! I missed you so much! I have so much to tell you.” She even winked.

You only laughed as they all but dragged the Queen of Gotham away and told her that you were happy she kept up with the red and black dye job during her time away. “I’ll bring you breakfast tomorrow!” There was no way she wasn’t going to be confined to her ultra-secure (at least that was what the guards told themselves) solitary cell after her latest escape.

“Thank you, baby!”

When you went to bed that night, head pressed over his heart, you let yourself smile. Belle Reeve might have been a cage, but it was a cage of Harley’s choosing—and you were well aware that she seemed capable of leaving the cage whenever she wanted. A cage of her own choosing—you realized that what this was for her. Or a strange vacation from the expectations that surrounded her in Gotham. It was good to have her back. It was. For however long she decided to stay this time.

Either way; your friend was back. And Rick was warm beneath you. Luke and Artie were safe. Life was good.

Until it wasn’t.

They had moved Harley’s solitary cell. You’d only found that out after you’d dropped off Abner’s meal with a smile for the quiet man who murmured his usual ‘thank you’ before averting his eyes. You often wondered what made him end up here with a power dampener around his neck…but that wasn’t your mission today! You were given vague instructions about which hall and which door and which code by a guard with his nose buried in a Hustler magazine from the 80s. And while you bit back the sigh that you felt growing and prepared to get lost, something slammed against the metal grate above the man’s head.

“What’s in there?” You asked, half-dreading the answer.

“Prisoners,” was the clipped reply.

“Uh…shouldn’t I be feeding them, too? They’re in this wing. That’s my job-”

The guard actually set down his porn and put his hands on his hips before sneering at you. “They ain’t needing human food.” His sneer grew wider. “Unless human is what yer cookin’.”

“Be nice to her, Bill,” another guard said, clapping him on the shoulder. “She doesn’t know. She’s taking care of the rest of the squad.” He turned and pushed a big red button, pulling back the grate.

There was…a shark. With legs. Reading a book upside down. And in the concrete cell beside the shark was a werewolf-looking-thing who was currently hurling anything and everything it could get its hands on toward the surprisingly thick glass.

While you had definitely seen some shit in Gotham, these two took the cake. “Oh.” You looked down at the hotcakes and fresh cut strawberries you had prepared and then back at the two…beings on the other side of the glass. “No. I don’t think they would like this.” And then you turned and walked away, managing to find Harley’s new containment area without too much trouble, the wheels of your cart squeaking ever so often.

“Hiya baby,” Harley greeted as you as you slid the food to her through the wall of her cell, built in the center of the giant room. “You’ve gotten prettier.”

“Thank you, Harley. That’s very sweet. I’ve missed you.” You knew better than to try and reach out to her—you’d been warned about the electric current.

But Harley barely seemed fazed as she wrapped her pretty fingers around the bars to get a better look at you. “So, I wanted to get my hands on this pretty little thing I knew was stashed at this bank, right? So, there mighta been a problem with my gas pedal and a wall but that doesn’t matter. What does matter, baby, is that I found something so fun!” Her eyes twinkled; it reminded you of a feral predator. And that is exactly what you knew Harley to be. “And right next to the safety deposit box I needed, there was another. Big one. I knew there might be something in there for me to play with, you know? And it was already halfway open so-”

“Harley. Focus.”

“Anyway! I opened it up and what comes out? A picture of you.”

Your heart lodged itself in your throat, like it was trying to rip its way through your throat. “What-”

“And then,” she continued, eyes burrowing into yours, “a whole bunch of maps and letters and a contract. For your cute butt to be dragged back to Gotham.”

You wanted to vomit.

Harley leaned a little closer and her smile slipped. For just a moment, her gaze bounced to the security camera directly above her and she lowered her voice to a whisper. “Why didn’t you tell me what you were runnin’ from? I woulda helped. Ya know I would do anything to keep you safe. You’re my baby.”

“Di-did the contract say who it was with? Who signed it? I-”

Harley leaned closer, all traces of her previous teasing had vanished. “That’s the thing. There were a lotta names on that paper. And they’re all coming for you.”

And then your world tilted and your head smacked against the concrete floor before the world went dark.

**

Was fainting becoming a thing for you? Ridiculous.

But at least your recognized the place where you’d woken up. It was Rick’s office and you were tucked under a blanket on his couch while he typed away at his computer, the lights overhead turned off. When he noticed you were awake, he was up and around the desk and helping you sit up on his little couch in the next breath. He sat behind you and made sure you weren’t dizzy before pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I have something to tell you.”

“We need to talk.” The words were rumbled over each other and you shook your head as you watched Rick’s mouth set in a firm line. “Not that kind of talk. I promise.” You waved a hand. “You go first.”

Rick’s broad shoulders slumped, a little relieved, and he nodded. “We’re getting called out again. Some little island is in the midst of a military coup.”

“I’m sure there’s eight million other things going on that require you and your team to go.”

Rick nodded and nudged your knee with his. “Your turn. Harley said you accidentally touched the bars on her cell.”

She’d given you an out. It was kind—and she was protecting you. But it wasn’t necessary. Not with Rick. “That’s probably the story Waller should hear.” You rubbed at your temples. A mess.

“What is going on?”

You sighed and placed your hands over his. “Harley’s adventure in the bank yielded some pretty interesting finds. Apparently, Todd has learned his lesson about keeping valuables in a safe at home and now keeps everything in a safety deposit box. And he’s drawn up a contract with just about every gun-for-hire in the city to drag me back to Gotham.”

Rick was quiet for a moment before he was surging forward and pressing his mouth against yours in a kiss so all-consuming it robbed you of any coherent thought and left you gasping as he pulled back. “I quit.”

“What? Rick-”

“Waller’s got me going on some bullshit mission to Corto Maltese but I won’t-”

Your hands, steadier than you thought they would be, gently grasped his face as you shook your head. “No. You have to go.”

“No, I don’t,” he replied, a bit of heat in his words. “We can be out of here by sundown. I can-”

“I won’t let you, Colonel.” Your thumbs swiped against his cheeks, pressing a smile to your face. You almost believed it. “You care about these people—most of them, anyway. You’ll be out and back in a few days tops—like you always are with these missions. Todd doesn’t know I’m staying with you. After they found that I moved out of my rental, they must’ve thought I skipped town again. They’ve been quiet. So have I. You have kept me hidden. Kept me sane. Loved me despite everything.” While you knew that was true, it felt strange to say it like this. In such a strange moment. So, you simply bulldozed into your next point. “And you love this team—again, most of them—and you love saving the world. Mostly from itself.”

“But I want to keep you safe, too.” It was quiet and low and it broke your fucking heart.

“You have, you already have. You’ll be back in three days. Your team will have ten years off their sentences and I’ll start packing up the apartment if you still want to leave. But I am safe. Safe in here, safe in our apartment. I know it.” You didn’t. But you hoped. You leaned forward and kissed him again and you tried not to smile when he chased your lips as you pulled back, too soon for both of you. “We have time. If we’ve learned anything by working here, is that most criminals are kinda stupid. Harley with her PhD is a rarity. Most are like Blackguard—all bite, no brain. We have time,” you repeated. “They’re probably off in Star City by now.”

Rick looked at you, and you could see the calculations and questions running through his mind before he hung his head and moved to wrap his arms around your waist, pressing his forehead against your stomach. “I’ll be back. I promise you, I’ll come back. And we will talk about this and I want to make you my grandma’s French toast again and I want to really tell you how much you mean to me.”

You already knew—because he meant the same to you. He was…everything you could have hoped for. He was your sun and stars.

You held him in your lap for a little, simply basking in his comforting warmth before you reached up fiddled with your necklace for a moment. You pulled it off with a tentative smile as Rick looked up at you. The chain was still warm in your hands and you watched his brows furrow as you carefully set the chain over his head.

“It is…um…my good luck charm, I think I told you that. Maybe a little bit of protection, too.”

His rough fingers reached up and flipped the pendant around so he could look at it and he smiled when he looked at the feather. “I can’t take this from you. I know what it means to you.”

You reached out and curled your fingers over his on the pendant. “You can give it back.” You had to clear your throat. “When you…come back. I’m safe. I need you to be, too.”

Rick sat straight and tucked it beneath his shirt with all the seriousness of a man of his experience. But he kissed you like a man in love before he stood. “Three days. Five, tops. And then you and me are gonna have that talk.”

You nodded and watched him rise to his feet in front of you, his mouth set in a firm line. “I’ll see you soon.”

He leaned down to press another kiss to your forehead. “I promise you will, darlin’.” And then he was gone.

The rest of the day was a blur. You had to rush lunch after your interlude in Rick’s office but managed to get enough paninis and salads thrown together for everyone. You had noticed that both Boomer and Harley were gone and it gave you a little bit of breathing room, knowing they were beside Rick. They were a good team. (Blackguard was also missing but you didn’t mind that for a different reason.) But, as you readied the Halloumi curry you’d prepared in the warming trays, you watched Amanda Waller walk through the empty cafeteria—with Robert Dubois at her heels.

He caught your eye and gave a tilt of his head before the pair was gone and you were left staring after them with your serving spoon held limply in your hand. You tried to brush it off as you made sure everyone ate and then started the day’s clean up. You eventually finished for the night and grabbed your purse from the locker and found the keys to Rick’s truck at the bottom of the bag—with a sticky note in his blocky scrawl—see you soon.

You drove home with the radio off and parked in the space closest to the apartment and jogged up the stairs with the keys held between your fingers. The door was quickly unlocked, opened, and relocked behind you and you set your purse on the couch before heading toward the kitchen in search of the chocolate milk you’d stashed in there, to Rick’s amusement.

But, just before you could curl your hand around the fridge’s handle, your phone chirped in your back pocket and you frowned when you saw a text from an unknown number.

You looked so pretty today sweetness

A/N: So, with Rick and his darling's relationship, I wanted to portray the type of the relationship that is just easy, simple, and filled with love--but it is the world that makes it difficult. Please let me know what you think. I hope to have the next/last chapter up soon.

[juletheghoul]

Oblivius Chapter 4

Am I insane for posting another chapter? Yes. Am I doing it anyway? Yes. Should you message me about how you feel about Spills & Francis? YES!

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I've gotten so much love over this series and I cannot tell you how happy it makes me that you guys love these two idiots as much as I do. <3

(Feo means ugly in Spanish but it can be used as a term of endearment between [male] friends)

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Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Angst, yearning, 18+ language, alcohol (Spills gets wasted)(Please let me know if I forget anything)

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Age: 17

“No Francis I don’t wanna watch this - I’m gonna get scared.” It was late, you were both sitting in his cozy living-room, a big shit-eating grin on his face.

“Why, are you chicken? It’s just The Shining, it's not even scary.” He put it on and despite your protests, he settled and let the movie play, You gave him a pout.

“Okay if you really don’t want to I’ll change it you big baby.” He rolled his eyes to grab the remote but you stopped him.

“Promise you’ll walk me home?” You knew it was one of his favourites. He smiled wide.

“Of course! If it’s too much I'll change it.” He gave you most of the blanket that was draped over his legs and you sat very close to him. He was taller than you remembered him being, having gone through a growth spurt over the summer and he towered over you now. All knees and elbows.

When the room scene came on you burrowed your face into his neck and he wrapped an arm around you, you were so pretty. Your hair smelled so good and he buried his nose into the messy bun you wore. You practically clawed at him, trying to get closer - he made you feel safe.

“Is it still scary?” You spoke into his neck.

“Yes - don’t look yet, just a little longer.”

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**Present Day**

Pope was holding up a shot-glass full of something and there were shots lined up for the three of you when you walked in.

“Catfish, I never thought it would happen for you feo, but I’m glad it did. Claudia, he’s lucky to have you.” He raised his shot glass and a chorus of ‘To Frankie and Claudia’ rang out before everyone tipped the liquor back.

The burn in the back of your throat couldn’t just be from the tequila, you’d swallowed a lump. You’d forced back the tears stinging your eyes when he dipped her back to kiss her. With her laughing and grabbing his neck they were the picture of romance and the smile you had plastered to your face must have looked manic. Popes eyes caught yours then and his eyebrows raised, a question in his features that you couldn’t quite read but he looked away and left you with your thoughts.

-

You got very drunk. Fall-down drunk. Forget about everything drunk.

“Spills, I think you should stop - you’re going to feel like hell tomorrow.” He was softly taking the shot out of your hand and you tried to fight him but his grip was iron.

“St-op t-telling me wh-what to do Francisco.” You tried to take it back but it seemed like the floor was coming up to say hi. An iron grip around your middle stopped you from losing a couple of teeth.

“Jesus Spills, okay - that’s enough. I’m cutting you off.” He held onto you and you wanted nothing more than to turn around and kiss him but you also wanted to throw up. Decisions decisions.

“I-think-imgonnabesick…” you brought your hand up to your mouth and part of you expected him to let go but he didn’t.

“Take a deep breath, it’s okay, Pope can you get me some water?” He was holding onto you, rubbing soothing circles onto your back and you tried to focus on his hands on you as the whole room spun dangerously. A few minutes later he was holding a cold glass of water to your lips. “Drink the whole thing, I'm going to hold it because if you spill it I'll kill you.” You chugged it down and he put it on the table.

“When did you get so strong, Francis?” Your words were slurred and you felt his chest rumbling with laughter at your question. “You smell so good.” You said it lower- more to yourself, but he heard and the laughing stopped.

“Oh no! Are you okay Spills?” Claudia was there now, her hands pulling your hair away from your face and before you could succumb to the urge to tell her never to call you that Frankie spoke up.

“She’s okay, just need to get her home. You’re okay right, Spills?” His voice was lower, so soothing you could fall asleep to it.

“Hey Frankie, you and Claudia should stay, tell me where she lives and I’ll get her home.” It was Pope, Frankie must have trusted him immensely because before you knew it he was putting you into the front seat of Pope's rental and buckling you in. Claudia was tying your hair back and putting your purse into your lap.

“Be careful please - this is her address, just make sure she gets in and lays face down. There should be a bucket somewhere in her bathroom - water and some aspirin on her night table.” Frankie was talking as you closed your eyes. When you opened them you were parked in front of your place.

“Hey honey, come on let's get you inside. I’m just going to look for your keys, okay?” Pope was taking your purse out of your lap. You nodded vaguely.

He helped you in and guided you to your bed. You could feel him taking off your shoes and throwing the blanket over you.

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Someone is driving an ice-pick into my skull.

The light was intense and you swore out loud when you cracked an eye open. You stretched and felt a piece of paper beside you on the bed.

“I locked your door - keys are in your mailbox. Drink the water - take the ibuprofen. Let Catfish know you’re okay when you wake up- he was worried. - Pope”

You groaned.

[Francis]: Spills, are you okay?

[Francis]: Can you answer me please?

[Francis]: Don’t tell me you’re still asleep? What, are you a teenager? Getting drunk and sleeping until 4pm????

[Francis]: Sorry Spills, just worried - can you please let me know you’re okay before I show up?

You could see the three little dots signalling that he was in the middle of typing another message and you quickly called him to stop him.

“Jesus, it’s about fucking time.” He sounded worried and relieved and it pulled on your heart strings in a way you both loved and hated.

“Stop yelling Francisco, I am begging you.” You threw your arm over your eyes to block out the light as you lay there, in yesterday's clothes. You didn’t even want to know what you looked like right now.

“Feeling all that tequila aren’t you? I haven’t seen you that drunk for a long time.” You could hear the faint smile in his voice.

“Yes yes I know - so fucking embarrasing. Did I do.. Or say anything..?” You were trying to ask him without asking him.

“You almost threw up, but if you’re asking me if you started table-dancing you’re good.” He laughed and you sighed with palpable relief. All you needed was for him to tell you that you’d confessed your love or told Claudia to fuck off.

“Thank god. That would have been all I needed. Can you tell Pope I said thanks? Okay, I'm going to go shower for a million years now.” You wanted to hang up, your head was pounding and you needed a few hours of silence and about a gallon of water.

“Okay - see you in a few hours.” You didn’t want to deal with both of them together, not with how you felt right now.

“No Francis I don’t want to entertain, I already embarrassed myself enough yesterday.”

“It’s just me coming and I’ve seen you much worse. I haven’t been home in a long time so, take a shower and do what you have to do and I'll be there at seven.” He hung up and you could have thrown your phone across the room.

Fuck.

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The knock at the door at exactly seven didn’t surprise you.

What did surprise you was how nervous you were that he would be coming over.

You were literally attached at the hip at one point, he’s seen you at your worst.

“You’re looking much better than you did last night, Spills.” He laughed as he walked past you and into your home.

“Oh god.” You groaned as he laughed, why had you been nervous? You watched him as he set down the bags of what looked to be way too much food on your kitchen counter. Grabbing napkins and forks - completely at ease within your space. “What did you bring?” moved to peak into the bags.

“Chinese - “ He looked to see your eyes wide and the big toothy smile you were giving him and laughed. “Did you think I’d forget you always get Chinese when you’re hungover?” He laughed as he took out what looked to be all your favourites.

“You’re a lifesaver Francis, truly.” You were practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you served yourself.

“I know, I’m practically a saint.” He walked over to your couch and plopped down, an egg-roll in his mouth as he turned on your TV and looked for something to watch. This was it - this was how it was supposed to be.

This was easy.

He had come over in comfy clothes and seeing him on your couch in sweats and a soft flannel was almost too much. His hair had gotten longer than he had worn it before he went away and it looked so soft; practically begged for your fingers.

“Are you still a baby about horror movies?” He asked without looking at you, you saw that he had put on some cheesy zombie movie. A big smile on his face.

“No, I’m okay, as long as you check every single corner of this place before you leave.”

“God I love horror movies, Claudia hates them so we never end up watching.” He sighed. Her name cut through the air like a knife. An ice cube casually dropped into your shirt.

“That’s too bad.” You quickly shoved food into your mouth, stopping yourself from saying anything you’d regret but he knew you too well. He looked at you then, eyes narrowing a fraction.

“Do you like her?” He asked, point blank and your eyes widened at him.

Fuck, don’t make me answer this right now.

“Yeah, she’s great.” To your credit, you tried. You really tried to sound genuine.

“Why don’t you like her Spills?” He sighed heavily, putting his plate down onto your coffee table to face you properly.

“What are you talking about? I said she was great!” You could feel the flush creeping up your neck and licking at your face at the lie. She was great, that wasn’t a lie - you just didn’t like her.

“Seriously? You’re going to act like I can’t tell you’re lying through your teeth? Just tell me! I’m going to marry this girl. I have to know why you don’t like her.” He had a little frown on his face and you could see that he was worried, but what would he have to be worried about? Worried you’d picked up on something he’d missed maybe?

“I just don’t know her, Francis, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong with her, you know I'm just weird. She seems really nice and I’m sure I’ll like her once I get to know her better.” You smiled at him sadly, you didn’t want to talk about her anymore.

He smiled back at you and picked up his plate, happy with your explanation.

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It always seemed to happen this way, ever since you’d been teenagers. He’d put on something scary and you would end up with your face buried into his chest.

“Oh god - that is disgusting!” You shut your eyes as he laughed, his chest rumbling underneath you at a particularly gruesome scene. You felt his hand rubbing your arm, and it was such a comfort that you sighed lightly. The words bubbled up without your permission.

“I missed this.” You felt him rest his chin on the crown of your head.

“Me too Spills, I always missed this while I was away, missed you.” He spoke into your hair, you could feel his breath ghosting along your scalp and your heart raced, you wanted nothing more than to turn and kiss him. His hand stilled, and you felt his heart beating under your ear. You wanted to do it, your whole body seemed to tense with want and you turned slightly to look at him through your lashes. He was already staring at you, his mouth was so close.

His phone rang, snapping him out of his trance and you moved away from him reluctantly.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” He smiled apologetically. “Just take a deep breath, it’ll be okay. I’m on my way.” He hung up and gave you a look that said I’m sorry. “Gotta go, wedding emergency.” He sighed heavily as he got up, taking both your plates to the kitchen with him.

You wanted him to stay, you wanted to grab him and sit him back down on the couch and straddle him. Grab the soft material of the flannel while you kissed him but you didn’t. Instead you smiled and thanked him for coming and for the food.

He made his way through the apartment before he left, opening every door.

“Just checking every corner, so you can sleep.” He smiled.

I love you too.

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[lavienjin]

the assistant | kth

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Pairing: Assistant!Kim Taehyung x Boss!fem reader Warnings: 18+ content in the form of: unprotected sex • oral sex (f receiving) • dirty talk & name calling • spitting • creampie • spanking • choking Summary: Kim Taehyung is your assistant and moonlights as a masseuse in the evening. When you came to the office the morning after a bad date, all you wanted is his hands all over your body. Word Count: 3,874 Mobile: AO3

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Taehyung snapped to attention when he heard the familiar click of heels on the marble floor. He stood up abruptly, bowing at the woman that emerged through the threshold. Your tan coat perched on your shoulders fluttered as you walked, your hips swaying with every step. You wore a scowl on your face, a rather uncommon occurrence and Taehyung wondered if the date you had the night before was that bad.

You stopped in front of his desk. "Assistant Kim," you nodded, smiling lopsidedly in his direction. "How are you this morning?"

"Very well, madam," he bowed again. He turned around to pick up a stack of papers and you groaned slightly at the amount of work ahead of you. "Here are the Jeon accounts that need reviewing."

He placed the first stack of papers on your hands before grabbing more. "Mr. Jung needs your signature for the transfer and you need to approve Mr. Kim- yes- Mr. Kim Seokjin's time off request." Before you could ask, Taehyung interjected you by adding: "It's his anniversary, madam."

Taehyung prattled on, the mountain of papers growing in your hands. Your phone buzzed twice, signifying an incoming message and your head throbbed. You closed your eyes for a minute. Forcing a smile, you nod at Taehyung, promising that the work will get done before you leave.

As he opened the door to your office, you heard him call your name. He cleared his throat, a blush starting to creep on his features, staring resolutely at the flooring. "How was your date, madam?"

You groaned louder, the headache bloomed mercilessly. You barely started the day and already you wanted to leave. "Messy," was your response.

Taehyung seemed to want to know more but decided against it. Instead, he cleared his throat again, stepping forward and closing the oak door behind him. "Will you be needing my services this evening, madam?"

Your heart quickened at the thought of his hands on your body, stroking it gently the way he only knew how. Your headache disappeared momentarily, replaced by the dizzying smell that came from your assistant's cologne. "Yes," you said, barely a whisper. Taehyung nodded and bowed, politely leaving you with thoughts of his sweaty figure, his touches burning through your skin. All the more reason for you to quickly finish your work.

"Yes!" you cried out euphorically, eyes closing and head thrown back. Taehyung's hands were on your back, pressing gently to get rid of the tight knots that were starting to form while you sat hunched over your computer desk. The nightmare date long forgotten after the busy work day.

"Too hard, madam?"

"Not at all! Assistant Kim, this is wonderful," you drawled, feeling the stress melt away with every press of his hands on your shoulders.

Who knew that Taehyung practiced the art of massages? He was a bonafide masseuse, even receiving an award for his magic hands, you found out only recently. Your friend had badgered you about getting a massage to alleviate the stress from your job before you conceded. She took you to her favourite massage parlor.

"Book Mr. Kim!" she reminded you. "His hands are out of this world."

"A male masseuse? I don't think so," you halted your appointment while glaring daggers at your friend. She rolled her eyes in response, slapping your shoulder gently.

"I'm serious! I'm not doing it," you pouted. Your friend had other plans and booked an appointment for you anyway and you had scowled through lunch with her.

To your surprise, when your scheduled time arrived, for one Mr. Kim, you saw the dark curls that you were far too familiar with. The two of you stared at each other, mouth agape.

"Assistant Kim?" you screeched, your body moving backwards as you took him in. He was in his robes, a small expanse of his exposed chest making you blush.

"Madam?" he called after you. His brown eyes were wide with shock and he dragged his hands through his hair, looking away quickly from where you stood. "I- I'll be your masseuse this evening, madam. I'll be in your care," he bowed.

Your instincts had told you to run but the magnetic tension pulled you in. Within a minute, you were on the massage table, fully clothed of course. It was awkward at first, your subordinate putting his hands on you, they shook while working through every knot on your body. You begrudgingly admitted to yourself that your friend had been right. Regardless of the awkwardness that existed in the room, you were feeling much more relaxed than you've ever been in your life. It's nice letting someone else take charge for once.

Over time, you started to realize what an asset he was and tried to book him at every chance you got. Unfortunately, so did every woman in your city. Taehyung was handsome, there was no doubt about it, his dimpled smile and dark curls could make anyone fall in love with him. Over the past few months, you've lost count over the number of flowers that would be addressed to one "Kim Taehyung" and a myriad of other presents that he tried to discreetly hide from you. It was amusing and better yet, a win-win situation… Taehyung got all the girls' attention and the number of clients you have were doubled in size. You suppose you have his hands to thank.

One drunken night, Taehyung admitted that he had to quit moonlighting as a masseuse because it got too much. It got to a point where he was so uncomfortable that he had to only take married or elderly women. There was no way to confirm if one was married, and his stress doubled, asking pointed questions about their husbands. When it got too much, he tearily handed his two weeks notice, leaving his masseuse days behind. You were heartbroken when he told the story and asked if he would be willing to work "overtime" at your house to cover the cost of living in the city. He was too keen to agree.

"Madam, that'ssa great idea," he slurred his words before falling asleep on his table. You footed the bill that night and helped drag his ass back home.

The morning after was quite unnerving for him, seeing that he woke up on the couch of his boss' apartment, the memories of the night slamming into his head.

"Hangover soup?" you called, startling him. Taehyung winced at your voice but turned towards it anyway. You stood in the kitchen, apron around your waist as your eyes fixed on the pot in front of you. 

It was a solemn gesture, a person simply taking care of the other. But Taehyung couldn't help the surge of emotions. His heart beat fast while he looked at you, a sense of longing filling his heart. All he wanted to do was hug you from behind, imagining the life the two of you will lead as he watched you cook in the kitchen.

"Hope you like it spicy!" you laughed, pouring a bowl for him and placing it on the table. "Eat up, Assistant Kim, or it will get cold. We have much to do at work today."

"We do?" he asked blankly.

"Yes, Assistant Kim," you smiled amusedly. "We need to write you a new contract."

Was it a misuse of power? You weren't sure but your worries tend to melt away as he dug his hands all over your back. You even bought him a massage table and you let him have as much access to any items as he may need.

So there you are again, in the middle of your apartment living room, Taehyung's large, veiny hands whisking your knots away as you whine underneath him. You had no idea the growing erection that comes with hearing your moans or the way Taehyung looked at you from behind, trying to keep himself from moaning as his eyes darken with need. You definitely didn't know about the late nights he'd spend after leaving your place, working his way to orgasm after orgasm as he replays the sounds you make in his mind. Taehyung wished every night that you'd understand his feelings, but you go on meaningless blind dates to appease your father and though there wasn't anyone that suited your fancy, he knew it was only a matter of time. There were a lot of rich bachelors out there and Taehyung didn't even graduate college.

Stifling a moan, Taehyung worked his way downwards on your back, squeezing the tense area carefully close to your spine.

"Taehyung," you whined and your eyes snapped open, silently praying that he didn't hear the way his name dripped with pleasure. 

Taehyung's hand stilled and you knew you fucked up. You didn't mean to moan, usually saving the time for after he left. You hear his shallow breathing, the only accompaniment to your equally panicked state. You've never called him by his name.

"My name is Kim Taehyung. It's nice to meet you madam. I'll be replacing Mr. Min from now on."

Your first impression of him wasn't great. You thought he was a flirt and would be very poor at his job. His hair was blonde then, a boyish charm still on his face. Taehyung seemed desperate for the job and you purse your lips at his qualifications. It wasn't much, but he stated that he was a hard worker and the references that he brought were stellar. You took a chance on him and you were grateful for that decision.

He proved you right in a matter of a week. Taehyung was respectful to the female clients, even though they tend to dress a bit more provocatively since his arrival. He also spoke two languages, surprising you when he spoke casually to a foreign man, giving him directions. When you asked why he didn't put it in his resume, he simply shrugged.

Your previous assistant wasn't bad, but that was after spending the better part of a decade working for you. Taehyung was able to pick things up in a matter of a month and you were grateful for his attention to detail when it got busy. His briefings were always… well, brief. Taehyung would give you all the necessary info in a span of five minutes. He wasted none of your time and you were grateful.

'Assistant Kim, please help me bring in the coffee for everyone,'

'Assistant Kim, these files need sorting out, would you kindly help me with that?'

'Assistant Kim, would you mind checking on Margaret?'

It was always 'Assistant Kim' this and 'Assistant Kim' that. You've never uttered his birth name, fearing that he'd hear. That he'd know of the nights you'd spend in bed, twisting your body as you came on your fingers, pretending desperately it was his cock instead.

So, now what? You broke your one rule when it came to your assistant. You lay face down, too mortified to get up, knowing the colour of your cheeks weren't pink because of the blush. He'd read you too well.

Taehyung cleared his throat, looking away quickly to a spot on the wall. "Madam, please feel free to get up, I will now take my leave."

You had a few seconds to decide. Would you beg him to stay? Should you laugh and pretend it didn't happen? Should you watch him leave?

You heard him shuffle hastily across your apartment and stopped abruptly to fumble for his things. And you chose. It was the easiest decision in the world.

"Taehyung," you called out again, sitting up abruptly on the massage table. You saw him freeze, turning around slowly. You couldn't go back now. You couldn't hide the feelings that were threatening to burst out of your chest.

"Taehyung, please stay," you tried again, seeing how his mouth opened and closed in shock.

Throwing caution to the wind, you got up and strode towards him, swaying your hips seductively. When you were millimeters apart, you looked up through your lashes, tilting your head slightly. His eyes searched your features for confirmation; that this feeling in his chest matched yours. But the pull was too strong and in a heartbeat, you found his tongue in your mouth, his hands on the side of your face, holding you close.

Taehyung smelled and tasted like heaven. His cologne, a deep woodsy smell, penetrated your nose with every shallow breath you take. His tongue explored your mouth, teasing your own tongue that made you weak in the knees. Needing air, the two of you pulled apart, gasping at the sudden lack of warmth.

You stare at his features, looking for a sign of regret or something worse- hatred. But his eyes mirrored yours in adoration and his hands were reaching for you. You fell to his embrace, his lips on your neck as he lifted you up, moving towards the table, his lips never leaving your body. 

He sets you down gently, arms steadying your waist as he ravishes your mouth, nipping your lower lip and teasing your tongue with his.

You moaned wantonly under his grasp, losing all sense of control in an instant. It was his turn to take the reins. You were tired of being in charge all the time. You were pliant under his touch, a trail of fire spreading across your body where he kissed you.

You moaned as his kisses traveled down to your collarbone, his fingers making quick work of unbuttoning your blouse. He left you then, his kisses stopped while he marveled at your body. You glistened under the pale low light, your eyes trained towards him. He groaned at the sight and you were burning once more, feeling a sharp pang of pain as he marked you on the swell of your breasts, unclasping your bra in the process.

"Taehyung-" you gasped when his mouth found your hardened nipple, swirling the bud around his tongue. His fingers pinched the other one, your chest thrusted forward to get more of the sensation.

"I love it when you call me by my name," he growled into your skin. He traveled still, kissing your stomach as he knelt in front of your skirt, salivating at the scent of your wet cunt.

Taehyung dove in, marks bloomed where his kisses landed on your thighs. He ripped your panties, the seams no match for his strength. You keened at the sudden chill, your spine tingling with excitement.

"Look at this cunt, so wet for me," he groaned, teasing his fingers in front of your entrance, coating them in your juices. You buck your hips, grinding slightly on the table, as you hear the normally calm Taehyung so unhinged at the sight of you.

He licked a stripe from your clit to your entrance, nipping lightly at your folds before pushing them apart with his fingers. "Pretty cunt," he murmured as his tongue found your clit, making figure eights on the sensitive nub.

You tug at his hair, the heat spreading through your body as a familiar coil in your stomach forms. His name was a prayer on your lips. "Taehyung- please," you gasp, feeling the familiar edge blooming with each swipe of his tongue.

Taehyung seemed to read your mind and with a chuckle, he slipped a finger inside of you. "Fuck, you're so tight."

His hand found its way to your waist, steadying you once more as you buck wildly at the sensation. When Taehyung slipped another finger in, it took everything in you not to rip his hair off. He was different from your previous lovers, who never took the time to make you feel so good. Taehyung alternated between feeling the sensitive bundle of nerves and scissoring you, preparing you for what's to come.

You had no time to warn him besides a screech, his name in myriads of incoherent sentences. The coil had snapped and you were careening over the edge with pleasure, staining the front of his shirt with your juices. Through it all, Taehyung continued to suck on your clit, his fingers slowing down just slightly to ease you through your orgasm.

"T-Taehyung- ah, please," you whined. Your cunt was spasming with each thrust, gasping for air every time he flicked your clit with his tongue.

Taehyung stopped when he heard your whines, kissing your thighs. He got up and leaned over you, his face glistening with your arousal. His lips were swollen from use. His dark curls were as wild as his eyes. It was going to be a long night.

His mouth crashed into yours, letting you have a taste of your juices. "Open," he commanded and you opened your mouth. He gathered saliva and mixed them with your taste before spitting it in your mouth.

"Taste so good, huh? Yes, you taste so good," he murmured, watching the way you swallow the mixture, moaning when it went down your throat.

He stroked your cheek before his hand danced around your throat, squeezing lightly to experiment. You gasped in a mix of surprise and pleasure. You were discovering a lot of new pleasures.

Your gasp earned a low chuckle from Taehyung as he leaned over to whisper in your ear. "Tell me, and don't try to deny it - " he started, squeezing your throat - "who do you think of when you touch yourself?"

"Y-You," you responded meekly. You were burning from the inside out, an itch you couldn't quite scratch. "I think of you every night."

Taehyung nipped at your earlobe, sending fresh shivers down your spine. His warm breath tickled your neck and you knew instantly. You're completely wrapped around his finger. Pliant, obedient, submissive.

"Naughty girl," he growled.

You were so focused on his hand on your neck and his whispers in your ear that you hadn't realized that his pants were off. You felt the head poking at your entrance, lubricating his length against your pussy.

"Watch my cock fill you up," he commanded, tilting your chin down.

You saw his thick cock, veins running down the shaft, as it glided inside you. You were instantly filled to the brim, your legs shaking as he thrusted, hilting instantly. "Taehyung- ah!" was all you could manage.

"You take my cock so well." 

You leaned back on your elbows, waiting for him to move. Taehyung looped his toned arms around your thighs, dragging you into him. He groaned, watching your pussy twitching to accommodate his girth.

He moved slowly at first, his free hand coming to pinch and rub soothing circles on your clit. You sobbed at the stimuli, feeling like you were going to cum any time soon. Taehyung's grip tightened on your neck and he stopped completely.

"Dirty fucking slut," he spat, punctuating each word with squeezes on your throat. Not enough to cut off oxygen, but enough that your eyes started rolling to the back of your head. "You were about to cum, weren't you?"

He clicked his tongue in disapproval. "You cum only when I tell you to."

You whimpered affirmations, grinding your pussy into his length. Taehyung's eyes widened at the sight. His boss, someone he greatly admired, was fucking herself into him. Your walls clenched deliciously on his shaft and he groaned, moving to match your rhythm. Your vision swims, stars dancing when you close your eyes, as you feel his pace increasing.

Every slap of skin is punctuated with a growl, his hands digging deeper until you were sure there would be bruises in the morning. Taehyung slowed his thrusts and flipped you over, your feet touching the cold marble floor as your arms brace for impact on the table. He chuckled watching you gasp at the sudden change of position, his cock never slipping out of you. He held your hips once more, squeezing once to let you know he's about to continue. And his brutal thrusts returned, the new position giving him ample access to the deepest part of your pussy.

Your knuckles turned white as you held on the massage table for dear life, moaning expletives at the way he's fucking you. It didn't take long for your stomach to coil, the familiar feeling of your high familiar to you. 

"Taehyung," you plead, rutting against his thrusts, your pussy clenching tightly. "Please, can I cum?"

You peeked behind your shoulder to find his devilish grin, before the sting on your ass threw your head back. "Cum," he commanded simply.

With a few more thrusts, you arched your back as you found your release for the second time that night, his name uttered in a million different ways. Taehyung growled as he helped you ease you through your high, never stopping his punishing pace. Seeing your thighs shook was enough for him to hurtle towards his own orgasm, yelping your name as he painted your walls white. 

Taehyung fucked you for a little while before gently removing himself from you. "Fuuuuck," he drawled, watching your juices already spilling down the length of your legs.

He regained some of his senses and took the towel hanging from the massage table. It's primary use was to clean off any oil left on your body. But a towel is a towel. Your breath was still ragged, exhaustion settling in your bones as what you just did dawned on you.

You fucked your secretary.

The blush crept up your cheeks and you stayed as still as possible when you felt Taehyung leaned in front of your core, wiping the mess away slowly. You hid your face against your hands as he stood, placing the towel in a nearby hamper you've come to prepare when he comes to your place for a massage.

Taehyung felt the tension radiating from your body and he bit his lip, approaching cautiously after pulling his trousers on. 

"Madam? Are you okay?" he asked as he came closer, kissing your shoulder, your blouse folded neatly next to your head.

You stood up quickly, Taehyung jumped back in surprise with a yelp. You turned your eyes slowly to his, a mask of professionalism back on your face. You cleared your throat, shrugging on your blouse as you stepped away from the man.

"That will be all for tonight, Assistant Kim," you called over your shoulder as you walked away.

Taehyung's face fell, unsure of how to proceed. His brows furrowed to the center of his forehead, his mouth gaped open a few times, clearly trying to find the words as you walked away. Your voice rang in his ears and he finally understood that he's been dismissed. As though your activities were a meeting and you were discussing his performance.

Feeling the lump in his throat, Taehyung hurriedly gathered his things, almost tripping when he heard the shower running faintly. He slammed the door on his way out, anger finally rising through his body. He stomped down the stairs of your apartment building, not bothering to take the elevator. Unbeknownst to him, you were watching from your window, your apartment giving the perfect view of the entrance. You watch your assistant punch an electrical pole in frustration and you wonder just how badly you've fucked up.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Good Girl [J.JK x Reader]🔞🌼

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, a lil angst

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, dom!jungkook, sub!Reader, size kink, oral (f & m rec.), mild dd/lg themes, praise kink, cumplay, reader is a virgin, jungkook is lowkey a hoe, a lil heartbreak, Taehyung makes an appearance, long haired jungkook, mentions of harrassment, jungkook punches a guy, strength kink

Jeon Jungkook was known to have a specific type when it came to his partners; tall, gorgeous, dominant and older. It's not like he's a true blood baby boy; he's just too lazy to put any effort into his flings. When a new girl answers to his ad online searching for a roommate for his apartment to share rent and space however, he didn't quite expect such an innocent being to turn up at his doorstep with a box full of pastel colored belongings, ready to move in. And what he definitely didn't expect was his growing interest in her and the feeling of having her under him, all submissive and ready to be ruined.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || ???

A wink was all he got from the woman who'd occupied his bed together with him last night as she walked out his bedroom door, seemingly knowing how to get out of his apartment. Jungkook ran his hand through his still sweaty hair, groaning after stretching his arms above his head, his mood seemingly sunkissed. He just finished an almost three hour sex-session after all; all without him providing any actual effort. His dick had seemed to be enough for her anyways, her face when she rode him happy, although he could really care less.

Reaching for his laptop near his bed, he didn't bother to put on any clothes for now, just wanting to check if he'd gotten any new E-Mails or messages, clicking through the casual nudes that constantly seemed to slip into his postbox. He cocked his head to the side however when he noticed that a website has notified him of an answer to his ad online; he'd put it up some time ago now after Taehyung, his former roommate, had to move out simply because Jungkook himself couldn't survive the older one's sleep shedule. Tae seemed to never sleep, waking the younger one up on a daily (and nightly) basis. He really tried to get along with him, both of them sharing a deep friendship, but god no, as a roommate he couldn't stand that guy. His rent however was something he struggled as well, so as much as he really wanted to live alone, he couldn't. He clicked the message on the website, his interest peaked.

"Hello. Is this AD still up to date? My name is Y/N, and I'm searching for a place because I'm starting to work close by soon, and its too expensive to take the bus for hours on end every day.. so uh, I don't know? I'm really good at cooking, and I promise I'll be so quiet and organized you won't even notice I'm there! I work at a restaurant nearby as a waitress- I mean, I'm going to, haha. Ugh, I hope you're okay sharing your apartment with a girl as well, I for my part don't have a problem with that! So, I guess, I'll wait for your reply?

Have a nice day!"

He scoffed a little, hovering over the delete button, but instead, he clicked her profile icon, opening the details. Her profile picture showed a white big dog, being hugged by what he assumed was her. He couldn't see her face however, half of her face above her nose cropped out to fit the entire dog instead. He could spot her clothes however; a top and skirt, flat shoes and sheer tights with white spots on them. His brows furrowed, how old was she? Her profile said she was about a year younger than him, every post she'd made up to this date about pet stuff, clothes who all seemed to follow a pastel-color scheme, and artwork you seemed to be selling. You were basically the definition of cute.

Fan-fucking-tastic. Hopefully you wouldn't be too upset when he denied your request, but somehow he thought it over. You said you could cook and you did seem like an organized person. Knowing what kind of effect he could have on people, he could probably scare the shit out of you and keep you around without really having to interact much; and rent was also due this month, so the sooner he found a roommate the better. "Fuck it." He said, and began to type his reply.

When his doorbell rang, he almost burned his hand with the hot water he currently used to make himself a cup of ramen, cursing loudly. Who the fuck wasn't home again so he had to take their package in? One day the old lady across the hall would find a dead rat or something in front of her door, he swore to himself. Ripping the door open with so much force he could feel a bit of wind gushing by, his eyes widened when he saw a similar face in front of him- well, a little below actually. He remembered your lips instantly for some awkward reason, having tried to maybe paint a picture of what you looked like entirely over the last few days. He would've never expected something like this however- you looked like a literal doll in his opinion, your eyes wide open and mouth a little parted, shiny lipgloss making him swallow. Wait, did he really forget that you said you wanted to move in today?!

"I uh.. I'm- I'm Y/N, we- I- the ad..?" You said, your voice sounding nothing like the woman he usually was around. He smirked a little, moving so you could step inside, food now definitely forgotten on the kitchen counter. He really should've at least cleaned up a little he thought. Whatever.

"Yeah, figured. There you go, thats your room. The keys and shit are on the matress, make sure you don't loose 'em." He simply said, before leaving you alone in your new home to settle down.

"What I'm trying to say is, Y/N, you and I, this could really be something!" Taehyung slurred into your ear, loud enough for Jungkook to hear. For some reason it pissed him off to no ends how close the older one seemed to be, constantly hitting on you like he was a starving man, even know half of town knew very well that he wasn't. He could see why; you were innocent, and Tae known to fool around a lot. You were a challenge, something new for him, and he would lie if he said that he wasn't interested as well. Oh he was; but he also had at least some manners left inside of him, contrary to popular belief not only thinking with his dick. Taehyung however was only out for fun, making Jungkook question if he should really let this continue.

He decided no.

"Alright you fucking whore, it's bedtime isn't it? I'll call you a cab." Taehyung groaned at the younger one's words, nodded his head however before looking at you with a smirk.

"Ah, what a shame. But if you wanna have some fun you know my number!" He said, as if he didn't just offer you sex. You blushed at this, not answering, making Jungkook watch you a bit. You really were something else. "Jungkookie, you're so nicee... If I was gay I would definitely suck your dick-" The younger in question made a disgusted yet amused face, putting a hand over the blue haired one's mouth.

"Yeah yeah, you pay me back though you fucker." He said, before going into the kitchen to make the call. Taehyung, being left alone with you again started with his questioning, as he had done the entire night.

"So, Y/N.." He said, dragging out the last syllable of your name playfully, making you shuffle around where you were sitting a bit. He certainly was a pretty attractive guy, but he also seemed to be very straightforward- something you always had struggled with, being more on the shy side. You looked at him, silently urging him to continue before taking a sip of your own beer- cherry flavored, simply because the regular was too bitter in your opinion. "What kind of toys do you use, heh?" He questioned, and you coughed suddenly. Taehyung laughed loudly at that, cooing when you calmed down slowly.

"Taehyung, stop harassing my roommate you fucking idiot. I need her to pay half of the rent-" He said, before sitting down next to you, raising one of his eyebrows at you. "And she also makes some killer lasagna. Kinda wanna keep that." He said, before laughing a bit. Even though Jungkook seemed to be pretty intimidating to you, he was actually a pretty good guy to have around. You both barely ever fought, and overall you could almost see yourself falling for him too- he had the looks after all. But his habit of bringing people over just to satisfy himself was something that made you keep some distance between you both. He wasn't someone to settle down- let alone with someone like you. You were pretty much the exact opposite of what he seemed to like.

Sending Tae home was easier than you both thought. Not being able to go to bed you both decided to watch some late night shows while casually talking- something that wasn't uncommon between you two. Just when you seemed to have gotten comfortable again, Jungkook couldn't help but tease you again.

"So, what Toys do you use, heh?" He said, laughing with his head thrown back afterwards at your red face. This would certainly never get old in his opinion. Just as he was about to apologize and tell you you didn't have to answer, your voice was heard, however.

"None." You said, and his eyes widened at that. "What? Do I look like I do these things to you?" You asked, and he cocked his head to the side a bit, scanning you obviously. He shrugged, and you began to pout, moving to wrap your pastel pink blanket around yourself. "I don't even know how to buy one. That stuff is just.. don't know. Gross." You said, and Jungkook turned on the couch, body facing you now, his interest sparked.

"Gross? So you never had sex before?" He said, and you went silent. Were you serious right now? You were an angel in his eyes, body proportions almost perfect, hell, even your slight imperfections were adorable in his eyes. Up until now he had been sure that you at least have had your fair share of experience, but a virgin? His world was suddenly turned upside down. "Well.. that's something I didn't expect." He said, making you raise your eyebrows at him. "You're hot. Thats why. Oh well." He said, missing the way your eyes widened at that. "I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight." He simply said, and you answered with a short 'goodnight' as well- still a bit surprised by his statement. Jungkook thought.. you were attractive?

He'd somehow gotten used to you, how you would leave your pastel pink but admittedly really soft blanket in a pile on one edge of the couch in the living room, how you sometimes left your toothbrush in the sink when you'd been in a hurry, or how you would hum to a song, not knowing he could hear you very clearly. Maybe he really did go soft after living with you for a while. He still didn't know himself why he got so upset with Taehyung the day prior; was he really being selfish? He was protecting you, nothing more. Taehyung was everything but a gentle lover, jungkook just knew he'd break you for sure, not to mention that you already stated how much you despised one night stands, which were practically Taehyungs speciality. He was just looking after you, nothing more.

The more he thought about it however, the more problematic the entire plan became.

But even now, while the young woman whose name he had already forgotten was giving it her all sucking his dick, all that seemed to swim around in his head were the events of the previous evening; how innocent and embarrassed you looked at him when you told him you'd never bought, let alone use a toy before. Surely you'd be someone to enjoy a good vibrator he thought, maybe as a gag he could buy you one? Oh how enchanting you'd look, spread out on his mattress while he would edge you over and over until you'd be crying, begging for his mercy. He would praise you for taking it so well, for being so good for him and only him, and he just knew you would blush. Instead of rushing to his own satisfaction, he would go slow, agonizingly slow, just to see how far he could push you. He would feast on you like a predator on his prey, pull you close so you had no chance of escaping him, he would trace every curve of your skin, gently, as if to make up for the bruises and Mark's he would surely leave all over you to feed his inner need to claim you, even though he would never let anyone see you like this while he was alive and breathing anyways. He just knew you would fit perfectly underneath him, his body covering you and shielding you away from the world around. Would you be able to take all of him? He probably would have to stretch you real good before even thinking about pushing his dick inside you, yet he just knows you would somehow make him proud and take it all, and he would continue his praises, telling you what a good girl you are.

He almost laughed at the situation, he really was in deep, wasn't he? Frustrated and confused he started to picture someone else entirely kneeled between his legs on the floor, how you'd bat your eyelashes at him like the fucking angel you were instead of the girl currently there, and that thought alone gave him the final push to shoot his load down the strangers throat, who moaned obscenely at the feeling. Usually he would be aroused, ready for more, but the sound of someone who wasn't his little roommate ripped him out of his daydream. This couldn't go on like that. Sending the lady out without many words, he decided that he just needed to fuck you, and all would be good again. He was just curious. Nothing else. He just needed to satiate his hunger and he could go back to normal.

How would he be able to do this without ending up hurting you? No matter how big his hunger for you was, he also considered you somewhat of a friend. He remembered when you came home crying one time after a bad day at work, and how he wanted to hold you, shielding you from any harm, making you feel safe. Because that's what he, and only he could do in his opinion. No matter what, he'd protect you, as weird as that sounded. Shit.

He really had a crush on you.

Unknowing to him you always held your hands over your ears whenever he brought home a different girl, not being able to listen to his moans mixed with someone else's. You were slowly beginning to regret moving in, already starting to think about maybe searching for a different apartment. But the rent was cheap, your room big, and his company relaxing when he wasn't busy being buried in someone he couldn't even remember after a day or two. Somehow tears were leaking out of your eyes, and you took your hands down from the sides of your head to wipe them away, careful to be as silent as possible as to not alert him that you were awake, well aware of the shower turning on. You did notice however how his sessions became shorter and shorter, always seeming to end sudden instead of usual. But the more you thought of it, the more angry at yourself for falling for this manwhore you became. You really should hate him- but you couldn't.

Tonight was definetely the prime example of why you didn't go into clubs. The sheer amount of people around you, the smell of sweat and cheap cologne and perfume all around made you feel like a headache was inevitable. Why were you here again? Oh yes. You followed Taehyungs advice and 'tried to make friends' instad of looming around your apartment all day. But right now you just really wished you stayed home instead of going here.

Sure, you liked your coworkers, and they seemed nice and everything, but if you were being honest, they're definition of fun was entirely not yours. You began to feel cramped up in the large club, making you desperately pull your phone out of your pocket, texting Jungkook in hopes he could save you from this god forsaken torment they called a club.

  Minutes later, after Jungkook oh so gentlemanly told you to pick you up, you stood in front of that said location, waiting for his cheap but admittedly nice car to pull up. Sadly, someone else seemed to be way more intent on bringing you home- a young man your age, attractive, yes, but also heavily intoxicated. He had already eyed you up inside the building you noticed, yet hadn't made a move towards you. Now however, he seemed more determined than ever.

"Lets go home baby, I swear you won't regret-" He started, but you moved away from him, clenching onto your little handbag in order to at least keep your belongings safe if he tried anything else. Suddenly both your figures were drowned in the warm light of Jungkook's car lights- you immediately recognized them simply by the fact that one was brighter than the other, something you always told him, yet he always waved you off, telling you that both were doing just fine, even though his left light was clearly almost dead. Typical him, you thought. Yet right now, you couldn't be happier to see him.

He however, did not seem happy at all. His face was serious, his wavy hair hanging a little over his eyes, steps fast and strong enough that you could hear his black boots almost crush the slight gravel of the parking lot. "Fuck off sunnyboy and go back inside." He simply yelled out, having already seen how uncomfortable you were with the stranger so close to you. Jungkook wasn't someone to blindly punch someone, that said however, he couldn't contain himself once he saw the guy reaching out for your arm, your figure instinctively scrambling to get behind Jungkooks way larger body. He didn't even notice his fist connecting with the strangers face, simply leading you by the small of your back inside his car, driving home without any more words.

You were not to be touched by someone so dirty like this young man who didn't even knew his own limits it seemed.

Yet you were completely confused now. Maybe, if you were now the reason he got into physical fights, you should make a decision.

The next morning, sitting down at the kitchen table, you watched Jungkook filling your bowl with cereal as well- lucky charms for you, and chocolate chips for him. It became somewhat of a routine since you both woke up roughly around the same time, sharing breakfast was common. The best moment in your opinion to pop the bomb.

"I'm moving out." You said softly, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, leg nervously bouncing up and down. Why did this feel like you were breaking up with him? You both would've ended up going separate ways sooner or later anyways- so he would probably just nod, ask when, and that would be it. He was someone who didn't bother much. But the second you said it, he turned around completely shocked, suddenly very much awake.

"Why? Did I do something?" He asked, sounding genuinely offended for some reason you couldn't come up with. In his mind, scenario over scenario started to play, as if he wanted to search for something he may have said or done to make you so upset that you didn't want to live with him anymore. He knew he shouldn't be so upset over it, since you and him were merely roommates, friends who shared an apartment, nothing more, but he never really expected you to come up with it so sudden. Or maybe you had a boyfriend? What if it was Taehyung, and you just didn't tell him? He would rip that fucker's stupid blue hair out, he knew-

"No. I- not reall-" You sighed, setting your elbows on the kitchen table before letting your head fall into your hands. "Actually yes, you did." You started, looking at him, but unable to hold eye contact with the now completely confused curly haired boy in front of you. "You.. uh.. I cant sleep. Your, 'guests', the walls aren't really soundproof and like, I really- and just.. ugh this is so awkward, please don't make me say it-" You said, groaning the rest of your sentence before stubbornly shoving your back against the chair, throwing your legs back and forth viciously, reminding Jungkook of a kid who was close to throwing a tantrum. Even though this was definitely not the time to think about you laid out over his leg, his hand hitting your perfectly shaped butt until it was red just to punish you for being such a brat, exactly this picture began to form in the back of his head. He hated himself somehow, really. But somehow instead of accepting your decision, he moved to stand at the table, hands on top of it, eyes searching yours.

"Say it Y/N. You know I hate when I have to pull thing out your throat sweetheart." He didn't intend on using the nickname, but somehow he threw his hesitation out the window. If you really were fooling around with someone, someone who wasn't him he wanted to know- and even if you didn't share that information with him, you would move out anyways, so why hold back anymore? You shook your head at him, avoiding his gaze, and he clicked his tongue, patience slowly thinning out. "Spit it out." He said again, but he still got no reaction. His hand seemed to move without his consent when he suddenly found his fingers on your chin, moving your head to force your attention towards him. "Speak the fuck up, I swear to god." He said, voice dropping down lower, and somehow you seemed as if bewitched.

Maybe it was the way he stood there, how he still held your chin, or how intensely he looked at you, but words dropped out of your mouth as if you drank harry potters truth potion. "I cant stand that you let these girls touch you, that they can get you so easily and you just look past me a- and I really tried you know, because Taehyung said you liked mature girls more so I tried to do that, but he lied to me, you don't notice me at all, you're so mean you-" He shut your mouth with his mouth, trying to process the information he just received, yet it seemed like it was too much at once. You were.. jealous? And what kind of stupid advice was Taehyung giving away, that fucker? It was true that he liked his women to be confident and mature, but that was just so they knew what they were doing, and he didn't need to put so much effort into something he could get so easily.

"So you were jealous?" He said, a small smirk creeping up on him, cooing at you internally when you shook your head, face red. "If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked. Geez." He said, but instead of being relieved, your shoulders sagged down. "What?" He asked, and you mumbled to him.

"Because I don't want just that one time stuff you do." Jungkook looked at you, eyes softening at your somehow-confession. He just put together the pieces in his head, and it did make sense. You were practically attached to him wherever he took you, always seemingly glowing whenever his attention was on you. He was as much as a dense head than you were, and he couldn't help but pull out a chair and sitting down, patting his legs as an invitation.

"Good, because I don't want that either. And I don't share either." He said, and looked at you gently, but with a deep darkness behind his eyes. "Trust me baby, you can sit down now and I promise you'll be the only one to have me- or you can move out and go on with your life." He almost laughed at the way it suddenly clicked in your head on what he was offering, suddenly jumping up and sitting on his thighs, legs on either side of his body. He looked down at you, a divine picture coming to life. His hands were placed on the exposed skin under your skirt, slowly sliding over the soft skin until his fingers felt the seam of your tights- those goddamn things he'd wanted to rip off of you so badly these past days. "You can touch me, you know?" He said lowly, and you noticed how awkward you must've looked for a second, seated on his lap with your hands in front of you, unsure where to put them. Just to ground yourself, your fingers began to play with his shirt, and he had to swallow the laugh that wanted to break free. "You don't have to do this, you know? I'm fine with waiting-" He began, but you immediately shook your head, however, at loss for words. He smiled again, dangerously so you noticed. His head dipped down, finally touching your skin on your neck with his lips, leaving open mouthed kisses under your earlobe down to the crook, hands moving over your clothes already mapping out your body in his mind, one hand pulling down one side of your soft fleece jacket you wore, pulling down your shirt as well, so he could softly nip at your shoulder, making you gasp oh so cutely at his actions. His hands didn't stop however, moving over your chest, kneading both of your breasts softly, as if he would hurt you if he used too much strength- which was probably the case. He already loved how bis his hands looked running over your body, how your hands held his shirt in fists, eyes closed, yet not because of fear; you looked serene to him, face showing him the soft pleasure you felt. He suddenly moved you a little, making you straddle one of his leg, core pushed against his thigh. "Let's start slow, yeah?" He asked, whispering words into your ear, lips never parting from you. He slowly began to move your hips, urging you to simply follow what you thought felt best to you. "Use me baby. Get off on my thigh." You whined at that, slowly starting to move more and more boldly, and he decided that he was officially a goner. Even if you didn't want him after whatever may be happening, he knew he could never go back. The way you squeezed your eyes shut every now and then, moving back and forth yet always a bit helpless, showing how inexperienced you were. He could feel the wet patch forming on his jeans, his hands moving you a bit faster, before you let your head fall onto his shoulder, making him chuckle. "What is it baby? Do you need help, hm?" He said, a bit mockingly even, and you nodded into his shoulder. "Tell me what you need then. What do you want, princess?" He said, running his hands over your back, feeling your bodyheat through your clothes.

"wanna get the same.. as the others.." You mumbled, unsure what you were even asking for. Jungkook however simply smiled, suddenly lifting you up, hands under your behind carrying you to his room, before finally letting you fall onto his mattress, laughing when your body jumped a little, making you squeak so cutely. He smiled, crawling over you, his fantasy finally coming to life- you looked so lost under him, so utterly defenseless he could swear he could feel something primal awake inside him- and that was not his dick, which already strained against his jeans, impatient.

"Ah but Baby.." He began, taking off your soft jacket before his hands traced your bare arms until he moved them under your shirt, feeling your skin underneath his fingers. "You're my special girl.." He began to lift your shirt up, helping you out of it before he got rid of your skirt as well, chuckling at your cute lacey underwear, which was so typically you. So innocent, yet so arousing, how you squirmed underneath him in nothing but those pastel colored undergarments. "And special girls get special treatments.." His words were low, soft spoken yet with a rough edge to his tone, a natural feature of his voice that you've come to love. You couldn't even begin to paint out a picture of what he was talking about- sure, you have seen your fair share of adult films, you weren't a kid after all- but up until this moment, up until you met Jungkook, you've never really thought about what you could like when it came to these things. Even in your thoughts you felt shy saying any profanities out loud, how could you expect to know about kinks? "But only if you can behave for me, but you can do that right?" He said, unhooking your bra behind your back with ease and interrupting your inner talk with yourself. "You'll be my good girl, yeah?" He said, and you just viciously nodded, already growing frustrated, and oh how he loved it. This was how he had pictured you. If he had known before that this was what it felt like to have control over someone, he would've never done anything else if he was honest; but then again, you really were a special girl to him. The way you suddenly mewled when his hand cupped your heat, giving you a little pressure just to tease you even further almost caught him off guard. God have mercy on his soul, you were so sensitive to him, and it dawned on him again that he was making you this way. He was the first to- and he would make sure he'd be the only one as well. All those noises tumbling out of between your lips were only his to hear. His breathing peaked up at the view he had, how you began to impatiently rut into his hand, needy for more than he was giving you. He leaned back, finally getting rid of his own clothes as well to your satisfaction, lazily throwing his opened flannel as well as his white shirt somewhere on the floor in his room, and you couldn't help but stare. Truth be told, you didn't really know what to expect of him if you were honest, his constant gym visits giving you the impression that he had to be extremely fit, yet his habit of consuming more than two cups of ramen easily spoke differently. He was, in your eyes, the perfect in-between- he definetely was fit, his abs visible to your eyes, yet he didn't look like those over-achievers you sometimes saw walking around the same gym whenever you met him there to go home together. The way his muscles flexed at every move when he loomed over you again made you want to touch him, yet your shy side forbade you. He chuckled again. "You can touch what's yours all you want, you know?" He said, before he began to place his hand back onto your chest, his breath hot on your collarbone where he placed his kisses again, already hooked on your taste. His other, tattooed hand found its way back to your core, feeling the dampness there with amusement. You were more than what he'd imagined. Slowly he got rid of that barrier however, leaving your tights on for his own pleasure and maybe also for the aesthetic of it, his digits circling around your sensitive bud, making you squeal again, putting your hands over your mouth to keep your voice down. He clicked his tongue at this, moving them to lay right under the small of your back. "Be good and keep them there, yeah?" He said, and you looked away.

"But its- thats emb-" You couldn't even finish the beginning of your rant before he went back to his task at hand, sitting back before moving your legs to spread obscenely over his thighs simply to catch a glimpse of your glistening center, before he placed his body over yours again, hand now roughly circling in delicious eights around your clit, making you gasp out.

"Nothing you do is embarrassing, you hear me. If anything its fucking hot how you can be so fucking adorable even with my hand between your legs, doll." He said, before dipping a finger into you, making you move a bit at the foreign feeling. "Gotta stretch you out babygirl.." He said lowly, careful not to get too fast. His second finger joined in, and he could feel how tight you were around them, already clenching a bit as well, making his mouth water, but also growing a bit of worry in the back of his mind. Usually he was quite cocky about his overly average qualities down in his pants, but now he was genuinely concerned to hurt you with it. This was definitely a first for him. "Baby you're so small.. I don't think you can take it.." He said, a bit of a teasing undertone to his words as well. "See? You're already squeezing my fingers so hard princess, how could my dick ever fit inside huh?" He said, contrary to his otherwise rough nature keeping his movements gentle and slow enough for you to adjust without causing much pain. He could see the slight discomfort in your eyes, yet you suddenly shook your head, voice whiny.

"Uh-uh.." You mumbled, and he laughed a bit at that. "can take it.." You said bratty as ever, feeding his ego to no ends. "Wanna have it- you.. you gon' give it right? 'm good.." You said, having troubles keeping your hands under your back just like he told you to, grabbing the sheets underneath you instead to have something to keep yourself grounded.

Jungkook couldn't stop smiling. You didn't even know what you were asking for, yet you seemed so drowned in trust with him, that you simply gave him the right to do anything he wanted with you. "You sure?" He said, and smiled at the way you nodded again with your eyes closed. He moved away after that, shedding his pants before he walked over to his bedside table, fishing out a condom, before moving back to you, your eyes now on him, or more than that, on his very apparent bulge his boxers failed to conceal. Maybe you really did ask for more than you could take. Quite literally. Sensing your growing uneasiness he simply discarded his underwear, cock finally springing free, slapping soundlessly against his abdomen before he sat between your legs again. You made grabby hands for the foil package in his hands, somehow wanting to slip it onto him, yet he shook his head amused. "Nuh-uh baby. I'm afraid if you touch me right now I'll just embarrass myself and come straight away." He said, and you giggled at that. The sound of it brought him back at ease, his little joke having helped to calm you down at least a little bit. He knew this was a big thing, especially for someone like you- and it made him feel even a bit pressured if he was honest. He was slow when he dipped his head inside, your body instinctively trying to move away a bit, but you forced yourself to stay still, eyes now pressed close. Moving around a bit he kept one hand around the base of himself, the other steadying himself next to your shoulder, kissing you on your lips for the first time since you both started, surprising you enough to not notice how he somehow began to glide into you with the help of your arousal and the lubricant of the condom around him. He groaned, the first actual noise he'd made you could tie to his pleasure, and your breathing picked up once you noticed how full you felt. Gasping several times he suddenly started to laugh, making you giggle as well, even though you didn't knew what was so funny in that situation. "God- ugh.. your- fuck you're tight.." He pressed out, fighting hard against his hips' own mind yelling at him to move, to wreck you, to utterly ruin you. But he couldn't allow himself to do that- reassuring himself that he would have time for that at a later date. He slowly started to move around after he calmed down enough, keeping his speed down to keep it gentle for you. "I- fuck.." He started, having to talk to stretch his patience out, and to also ease your mild pain a little bit. "Let's- ugh.. Let's go on a date tomorrow, yeah? I.. god-" He said, and you nodded, moaning in your delicate pitch he oh so loved. "Gonna be all romantic and shit- fuck- gonna treat you like- for Mcdonald's or some shit." He said, making you both laugh between gasps of pleasure, your hands suddenly frantically moving around the sheets, legs shaking as he began to speed up his pace. You didn't knew what an orgasm would feel like, or how you knew you would have one, but you gasped, chocking on unshed tears in frustration as you noticed that you couldn't tumble over that delicious edge, and Jungkook noticed, cooing at you. "Ah, my baby can't come without her little clit being touched?" He said, kissing the side of your neck, biting the skin teasingly before sucking a hickey on your collarbone, his hands now grabbing yours, fingers intertwining with his, before moving them around his neck, sensing how you wanted to be closer to him, even though that hardly seemed possible. "Come for me baby, you can do it." He said, kissing your shoulder as if to make up for his mark he'd left, his hand now reaching between your bodies, only needing to put a bit of pressure on your little nub to send you flying. You moaned out loud, uncaring on how you sounded, clinging onto him for dear life, his own release making him groan out as well.

He could feel your body trembling, your breathing still fast. He waited for a moment or two for himself to soften up so he could pull out gently- your still slightly clenching hole almost pushing his dick out of yourself. You whined at the empty feeling, and he hushed you gently, moving around so he was sitting up against his headboard, your body on his lap, head on his shoulder. His hand moved back and forth over your spine, the other keeping your body steadily against him. "You did so, so good baby." He gently whispered between your breaths still coming out a little faster than they should. "To be honest I actually was kind of worried you wouldn't be able to take it. I'm impressed princess." He said, making you giggle. You still weren't quite back yet, still bathing in your own afterglow, and he simply waited for you to calm down- slowly becoming aware of your surroundings again.

"Hey, Jungkookie.." You started with that nickname Taehyung always teased him with, yet you would get away with it anytime on his watch. He simply moved his head to look at you, even if you weren't at him. "Did you.. like, mean it? Are we.. a couple now, or?" You started a bit too softly, yet you didn't have to be scared of his answer to that.

He took a deep breath, before yawning a bit. "If you want us to be. I know I want to." He started, brushing some hair away from your eyes. You looked at him, big eyes so innocent like he didn't just fuck you into his mattress literally minutes ago.

"I want to!" You immediately said, making him chuckle and place a kiss on your nose, receiving a giggle at that, before you tensed up. He raised his eyebrows at that, before you looked at him surprised. "My legs are all- tingly.. Jungkook did you break me- HEY don't laugh!" You said, but he couldn't help himself.

He threw his head back, laughing his admittedly cute open laugh, before wrapping his arms around your body. "God I love you." He simply said, making you smile.

"Hey Jungkookie?" You said after a bit.

"Yeah Princess?" He answered.

"That McDonald's date still stands, right?" You said with a small voice, making him snort.

"Anything you want princess. Anything you want."

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Chapter 3 : The End.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Pronouns: She/Her Time Frame: Pre Apocalypse Warnings: strong language, crime, implied sexual activity. Summary: a few of weeks have past and you have been on the run with the brothers when you come across trouble. A/N: she a little longer than the other parts but, ahhhh, I enjoyed writing all three parts so much. Ugh. Thank you everyone who liked/reblogged any of the parts, it means a lot.

Read Part One Here. Read Part Two Here.

It had been a couple of weeks since you stole the money and you had been on the road with the brothers for a few weeks now. Nothing that momentous happened. You got to know Daryl a little more and Merle well, there wasn’t much to know that you didn’t already know. When you went to the store, Daryl would be right there with you, if you went to collect wood for the fire at night, he’d be searching with you. It was comforting knowing he was always there and it made you feel safe. The butterflies in your stomach couldn’t contain themselves every time he stopped you from going alone anywhere, you couldn’t deny the growing feeling you had for the man, even despite that way he acted like a dick in front of people because you knew exactly what he was like behind the façade. Tonight was no different, you had passed into a town where Merle had mentioned he knew some people that lived there and as soon as you set up the tents he left to go find them, he tried to convince Daryl to leave with him but he refused, claiming he was too tired but both he and Merle knew it was because he couldn’t leave you, not for anything.

The night quickly dawned on you and though the air was cold and crisp the fire that was going kept you both sufficiently warm as you emptied your tin bowls that were once filled with a questionable tinned, meat soup. Sitting in the grass, you laid your bowl down next to you before leaning back on a log you had found earlier, intended for sitting on. You gazed up at the stars and allowed yourself to get lost in the silence of the night but only briefly

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it.” You spoke almost in a whisper, a satisfied sigh passing your lips. Daryl bit down on his lip nervously as he watched, completely oblivious to the way his eyes drank in your every curve.

“Mmh” was the only sound he could even muster to make while he stayed hooked on your image. Your eyes fell from the sky and down on Daryl, you watched as he shifted his weight a little like he had just been caught cheating on a test. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at his reaction, the butterflies making their appearance again. You managed to swallow a lump in your throat you never even knew was there, your eyes escaping his.

You both awkwardly sat for a while before Daryl pushed himself off the log and down beside you. You smiled in his direction as he shifted closer to you, his arm now laying behind you on the log. You leaned into him slightly, your cheeks burning up as you did so. You couldn’t help but feel so lucky to have found someone like him, despite the cost it came at. After all the shit life had thrown at you, you felt like this was life’s way of apologising. Despite not actually being his, he treated you as if you were. Hell, he treated you better than men who actually got to call you theirs in the past. Before you knew it, your head was cradled in the crook of his neck. You didn’t know it but his heart was beating faster than he thought humanly possible, the breeze blowing the scent of your hair into his face so he couldn’t avoid it. It was like torture to him, but he liked it.

You sat like that for a while, you didn’t know how long exactly but if it ended soon it would be too soon. You watched the fire slowly going down but neither of you moved to add more fire. You finally felt his weight under your shift and almost instantly you felt disappointed. That was until you felt his finger tips, gently cradling your chin, by this point the butterflies were going crazy, you wondered if they would ever stop now you knew the feel of his hands on your face. He looked deep into your eyes as you shifted slowly to face him better, getting lost in the pattern of your iris before he leaned closer to your face, planting his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, like he was waiting for your approval and as soon as you kissed him back he didn’t hold back. The kiss grew hungry and his hands couldn’t get enough of your body as they thirstily explored your body, you didn’t mind in  fact you loved the way his hands felt on you.

-

You laid there in the tent, with only a sleeping bag keeping the cool night air at bay. You stared into Daryl’s crystal blue eyes as he held you close to him. Your fingertips exploring his face neither of you could hold back your smiles. Your hands now run through his hair as he allows his eyes to close. You had never felt so loved, not like you did in this moment right now. The way his arms and legs entwined with yours felt like home. You couldn’t believe your luck. One of your hands now falling onto his bare chest, you felt him squeeze you a little tighter. The intimate moment you just shared with him made your heart burst with joy, you had fallen head over heels for him. For Daryl Dixon.  You watched as the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, giving you a half smile as he attempted to drift off to sleep and you decided to do the same. You pulled yourself closer to him and placed a loving kiss on his chest before nuzzling your face into his peck and closed your eyes.

Your tender moment was cut short when you both heard bushes rustle from behind you, your eyes shooting open instantly, though you didn’t move not immediately, you waited to hear something else and you did. It was a muffled voice. “Merle” Daryl growled, pulling away from you, you both scrambled to put clothes on and leave the tent where you were greeted by Merle falling over himself, completely out of it. How’d he even find his way back. It took you a moment to realise this wasn’t just the effects of alcohol, no you saw how his eyes rolled around his head as if they lost all control. Your stomach twisted as you watched his jaw swinging. The same look you showed your sister before she died plastered all over your face. Disgust. You watched Daryl as he struggled to keep his brother still for even a second. His voice seemed to break as he cussed at his brother, almost like he was holding back tears. You couldn’t just stand and watch him struggle despite the way you felt about the situation, soon you were supporting half of Merle’s weight on your shoulder while Daryl’s shoulders took the brunt of it. You both moved your way towards one of the tents and placed Merle down on top of his sleeping bag. Turning him on his side, Daryl grunted into his hands. You left the tent without speaking, going back into your own and picking up the sleeping bags that laid on the floor. Reluctantly you turned back to the tent where Merle laid slurring on his own breath. Chucking the bags in before you entered you took a sharp, deep breath pushing your doubt further away. Daryl needs you.

Ducking back into the tent you caught Daryl’s puzzled look, he thought for sure Merle had screwed this up for him but your warm smile melted away that thought. You sat beside him and pulled the sleeping bags over your laps.

“We’re gonna have to keep an eye on him” Daryl just nodded in response, his arm wrapping around your waist to keep you close.

“M’ sorry f this.” He groaned, his thumb stroking your hip as he propped himself up against the tent, careful not to put too much weight on it. You just shook your head at his words, your hand falling into his lap and allowing your thumb to mimic his.

“This aint your fault, you don’t need to be sorry.” You whispered back. You both remained silent for the rest of the night, in and out of sleep in fear Merle will meet the same fate your sister did back at in the trailer.

-

The next morning, Merle woke up first. The first thing he saw was you and Daryl, cuddled up into the corner of the tent. Your head laying on his shoulder and his arm draped down your side. He couldn’t help but smirk at the image, sort of proud of his baby brother for actually going for it. It wasn’t lost on him how Daryl looked at you... in fact in the small and few moments you weren’t in ears distance he’d tease Daryl about his obvious feelings for you. You both snapped up at the smallest sound of his sleeping bag ruffling. Your heart was racing, worried that when your eyes would open you’d be staring down at Merle’s corpse, you soon settled down as you saw the sinister smirk laced all over his features, staring at you. Daryl noticed his look and his hand slowly came away from your hip. Both of you shifted awkwardly as Merle’s stare never seemed to leave you. The way he made you feel when he was looking at you was intense and you decided you had, had enough and pushed to your feet to leave the tent. The muffled sound of Merle’s laugh now behind you as you went to retrieve some water from your tent.

Your hand only entered the tent before you pulled out two bottles of water, you heard footsteps behind you but you chose not to acknowledge them until you turned on your heel. It was Daryl, you allowed yourself to relax and even let a small smile pass your lips as he walked towards you. You handed him a bottle of water, once that hand was free you twisted the cap off the bottle and engaged in a rather large intake of water. You admired the way the cold crisp water eased your throat from being dry. Until you heard that sinister laughter again, only clearer this time.

“So it finally happened, baby bro got his dick wet!” you stared daggers at the older Dixon as he left his tent, you felt Daryl move away from you which only caused you to roll your eyes.

“What the hell were you thinking last night?” you finally spat at him, taking a couple of steps in his direction.

“Woah, pretty girl. No one said ya had to play mommy!” he laughed in your direction, it took everything you had not to slap the look right from his face.

“After everything that’s happened, you go do something like that! Are you really that fucking selfish or just stupid?” your words seemed to fall on empty ears as he only shot you a look, a look that said oh well. Just then you felt Daryl’s hands on your waist, attempting to calm you down and though you hate to admit it. It did.

Just as you turned to him the empty fields filled with a blood curdling scream, echoing and bouncing off the trees. Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and tried to pin point the direction in which the scream came from. That’s when you noticed in the distance just behind the tree’s, a silhouette of a house. You pointed in the direction and without thinking you and Daryl ran towards it. You heard Merle jog along behind you both though he attempted to convince you it wasn’t a good idea, but you both ignored him.

Finally reaching the house, you saw no one but the front door was wide open and on the porch laid a mug and the coffee that once occupied it spilled onto the wood floor. You looked over at Daryl, the worry sinking in before you passed the door frame and into the house. Everything seemed scattered, books from book shelves had fallen carelessly on the floor, the coffee table was now on its side and other decorative items scattered along the floor, some coming to their fate, no longer in one piece. You both looked around for a moment before you heard the sound of something heavy hit the floor from upstairs. Your brain didn’t have long to catch up as your legs instinctively carried you up the stairs.

No one in that house was prepared for what you saw up there. No one. It took you a second to process what was happening. At first you noticed 3 children huddled in the corner, shaking and crying, your eyes panned down to what they were so afraid of. You watched as a figure of what could have been human was hunched over what you presumed to be the children’s mother, using its hands to tear into her skin and eat it, slurping on her blood like she was nothing but spare ribs. Your stomach turned and you had to hold yourself back from throwing up. You looked back up at the children, finally hearing Daryl come from behind you. You looked around the room to stop who or whatever it was, you located a fire poker and without any hesitation you started hitting the creature, repeatedly. It didn’t seem to react much until you started hitting its head repeatedly, you just couldn’t stop. You kept going until you finally saw what looked like brains seep out of the side of its head. The creature had finally stopped moving. You took a moment to look at it. It looked human... only dead. Like it had been dead for a long time, yet it moved. This is when you threw up. Daryl had made his way to the kids attempting to block their sight, shielding them from the violence you showed. You couldn’t move. You felt Merle’s hands on you, making you drop the fire poker. He was talking to you but you just could hear him. He kept tugging on you, trying to get you to leave the room but you just couldn’t. You finally snapped out of it when you heard Daryl shout your name.

“We need to go!” Merle followed up, now he finally had your attention. You just nodded at him and followed him down the stairs. You heard Daryl put the children in another room and told them not to go anywhere, you heard him explain that he would get them soon but they just needed to stay quiet for a moment. Merle guided you outside and let his grip go as he looked around for a car of sorts. You could tell now how panicked he was, he was practically hyperventilating as he frantically looked around the property. You too now looking around, only noticing now that you were at a farm house. It looked so peaceful outside despite the horrors you just witnessed. You kept watching in the distance as Daryl approached you.

“We gotta get these kids outta here.” He spoke simply, grabbing your face to make him look at him. “It’s gonna be okay” he said softly all you could do was nod. He let go of your face as he followed his brother who had spotted a couple of cars, near a shed. Merle didn’t spare any time breaking into one and climbing into the driver's seat.

You watched as Daryl pulled open the back seat and passenger seat doors. “Need to go get the kids” Daryl announced to his brother who rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Forget the damn kids, we need to go!” he snarled, working his fingers along the wires of the car to start the engine. You watched from the porch as they argued about the well-being of the children but your concentration was cut short at the sound of the tree’s next to the house rustling. There were more of those creatures. Your eyes widened as you started to run towards the car. You mind going 100 miles per hour as you try to figure out what to do. You knew you couldn’t get the kids in the car by the time the creatures went to the house, it wasn’t safe. Nor could you just leave them. You glanced back slightly to see how long you had exactly to save everyone and thankfully they didn’t seem to be fast. Once you reached the car you closed the back seat door.

“You need to leave now!” Your voice broke as you held onto Daryl’s arm, pushing him slightly to edge him into the passenger seat. You felt the resistance as he pushed back against you.

“No!” he growled at you but it didn’t stop you from pushing. “I ain’t goin’ without ya!” His voice was starting to break which only caused your eyes to fill with tears. Shaking your head as you finally got him to sit in the seat.

“There’s no time. They need me.” You pleaded with the southern man, your eyes spilling with tears as you attempted to shut the door. Daryl fought back, trying his best to keep the door open and push himself out. “Your brother needs you and those kids need me!” you shouted as you managed to close the door slightly, your strength over powering his despite how much he fought with you. “I’ll find you. I promise” you whimpered as you finally shut the door. Merle took it as his cue to instantly take off driving. Your breathing become difficult as you watched him drive away, your stomach dropped as you struggled to compose yourself but you had no time to dwell and just like that you took off towards the house.

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It had been a while since you first saw the rise of the dead. If you had to guess you’d say about a year, maybe two. Cutting your way through a forest with a knife you came across an open field and there sat a shed. You allowed yourself to relax for a moment, finally shelter. You had been on the road for a long time and the sun was the hottest it had ever been. You turned around slightly to catch a glimpse of Cody. Cody was one of the children you saved back at the farm house when everything started. He was the only one who made it out alive after all these years. You blame yourself for letting those monsters get his sisters but you were thankful that at least he made it out okay. Though he was only 14 he sure didn’t act like it. He had to grow up fast to adapt to the new world. He smiled at you, thankful to have found the shed too. Though your victory was cut short by a sudden attack. The dead again, it had become routine for you and the boy to fight them off but they outnumbered you. You were only used to taking on maybe 4 at a time but you struggled this time. Keeping Cody at your side, you took down a couple of them, trying to keep them at bay so they couldn’t get their teeth or nails into your skin.

It felt like you were pushing against them forever until you felt the weight of one drop from your arms. The rest soon followed suit and almost instantly you pushed your back against Cody in an attempt to protect him. Looking around your gaze finally met a group of people, all with their weapons pointed in your direction. You couldn’t help but feel tense at the sight of people. Now more than ever you don't trust very easily.

“Put down your weapons” A man called out, you watched the group to locate whose voice it was that when a slender man started stepping closer to you. His gun still pointed at you but one hand held out. “We don’t want to hurt you” He announced. You found yourself in a sticky situation, the last thing you wanted to do was drop your knife but you did. Cody followed your actions and dropped his.

“Wait!” a gravelly voice shouted out beyond the tree’s. You thought for a moment you recognised it, your eyes darting around the group in hopes to see a familiar face. You watched as a man pushed through the small crowd, holding a crossbow. You couldn’t see his face but the shape of his figure was familiar to you. You didn’t know why but it felt comforting. He pushed past the man who held his gun at you and finally you saw his face. It was Daryl. Your body fell slightly as you saw him step closer to you. Your eyes welled up and you tried to catch your breath before you started walking towards him, each step faster than the other. Finally you fell into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed tightly. Your body relaxing at the feel of his arms wrapped around your waist. You stayed like that for a moment in complete disbelief.

Pulling away reluctantly, your hands cupping his face, your eyes darting around his face drinking in his features allowing a small laugh pass your lips. His eyes welled up staring into your eyes again, his lips curling into a smile as the reality of you finally being in front of him again set in. “It’s really you” you whimpered your eyes not daring to leave him. He dropped his head slightly, nodding a small laugh passing his lips now. He turned slightly on his heels back towards the group, they all just laughed slightly as if they knew exactly who you were. Like you were a frequent topic of conversation.

“Y/N” a voice cracked from behind you, allowing your eyes to pull away from Daryl you looked behind you and dragged Cody into your arms.

“I found him” you whispered into Cody’s long hair, Cody just held you tightly. He knew exactly who this man was. It’s not easy to forget someone who saved your life. He finally let go of you as Daryl turned back around to get another look at you though he was met with your lips on his. He didn’t fight it, he just sank into it, his hands wrapping around your waist as if it was second nature to him despite how long it had been since he last got to hold you. This moment right here was worth every second of pain, every fight, every restless night because now you were home.

[jenonctcity]

My Addiction - Part 1

Differences – Lee Donghyuck

Part of the Bad Boy Series.

Badboy!Au

Warnings: Drug Use, Violence, Explicit Sex, Sex under the Influence.

Word Count: 5.6k

Lee Donghyuck would punch you if you addressed him by that name. Instead, it was best to call him Haechan, which is the name he much preferred, the name he had given to himself after he’d moved out of his parents house and decided to make his own living instead of leeching off of mummy and daddy. Don’t get him wrong, he loved getting money thrown at him to keep him out of his parents’ hair, but he resented his father, and didn’t want anything more from him after the age of seventeen. He was very close to his father when he was growing up, but the day he walked in on his father fucking his secretary, his opinion changed, and he couldn’t even look his father in the eye without wanting to hurt him. His grades started to drop at school, and eventually he dropped out. He ended up living in a shared apartment with the only people he thought he could trust - Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun. He realised he needed money to live, and without anything to prove he did well at school since he didn’t take any exams, he did what most people frown upon. He became a drug dealer. And a very successful one at that. To give himself a more edgier appearance he got some tattoos, cut a slit into his eyebrow, grew his hair out longer to give it a messy appearance, and involuntarily got a scar on his cheekbone that he tells people he got from a fist fight, but in reality he got it when walked into a doorframe from trying to see if he could navigate with way around the apartment with his eyes shut. He’d tried to avoid actively taking the drugs that he sold, but it was hard not to when he remembered he was keeping his dad’s infidelity a secret from his mum. He found that a line of cocaine helped, and if anyone tried to tell him otherwise, they’d get a smack on the nose.

It wasn’t long until he was the most sought-after drug dealer in their local area, and he was soon rolling in money, and pussy. Women threw themselves at him left and right, and who was he to decline half an hour of intense pleasure that would end in a sweet orgasm. He liked to pride himself in the fact that he wasn’t as much of a slut as Renjun, which he often said to the poor boy’s face. Every other weekend, he’d help out at his uncle’s mechanics, manly to maintain face with the law so if they came knocking at his door asking how he had so much money, he’d be able to say that he has a legit job. Plus he enjoyed toying with cars and keeping himself busy on the weekends that Renjun would have a screaming baby in the apartment.

The cool air of night sent a shiver down Haechan’s spine as he stepped out of the crowded club, his thick leather jacket not doing a good job in keeping him warm. The music faded to a muffled booming noise as he walked down the street, tucking his hands into his pocket to try and maintain the warmth within his fingers. His cheeks felt hot despite the cold air slapping against them, the alcohol in his system slowing wearing off the more he walked down the dark streets. He hadn’t had much to drink, but after his third drink his cheeks went red and felt hotter than a pool of lava.

“Get off of me you creep.” He heard a high-pitched voice command in a rather calm manner. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned his head to look down the alley way beside him that was light by nothing but dim moonlight.

“Come on baby, just a quickie.” He could see the silhouettes of two people stumbling around in the pitch black, both figures faceless from the lack of light, but he didn’t think the stumbling was from alcohol, rather from the girl trying to push the man away from her.

“No get fucked you pervert.” The sound of skin slapping skin made his eyes widen as he assumed someone had been slapped, but he was unsure who had slapped who.

“You little skank!” One silhouette shoved the other up against the wall and Haechan saw your figure under the small ray of moonlight that slipped through the gap in between the buildings.

“Oi!” He shouted into the alleyway and walked up to you, grabbing you by the elbow and frowning at you. He could see your face clearer now that he was less than a metre away from you. Your face looked confused as you looked up at him, slightly tugging your arm back from him. “I wondered where you’d gone baby. Come on we’re going home.” He started to drag you out of the alleyway, wanting to avoid confrontation with the man if he could.

“Hey what the fuck do you think you’re doing? She’s mine for the night.” The man slurred, following after you both. Haechan noticed that the man was taller than him, but he didn’t care. His jaw clenched and he pushed you behind him as the man followed you out to the main street where it was brightly lit by streetlights.

“Back off.” Haechan growled, folding his arms across his chest with an eyebrow raised.

“What are you gonna do big man?” He reached out to ruffle Haechan’s hair and as he did, Haechan grabbed his wrist and shoved the man up against the wall. He grabbed him by the collar, getting the pocketknife he kept in his pocket out and flicking it open. He held it against the man’s neck and smirked at him.

“Do you really want to find out? Big man.” The mans face paled in colour, and he shook his head. Haechan let go of him and gave him a shove. “Fuck off.” The man scurried off and Haechan smirked, turning around to face you as he put the knife back in his pocket.

“You finished showing off?” You stood with your arms folded, jutting your hip out as you rested your weight on your right leg, your eyebrow raised and an unimpressed look on your face. Haechan frowned in confusion and shock at your reaction. He couldn’t deny how attractive he found you, stood there in your navy-blue dress that hugged your figure perfectly, paired with a pair of black, high heeled boots with your hair blowing in the wind. He was amazed that you were shivering from the cold.

“What?” He tilted his head, putting his hands in his pocket as he attempted to stare you down. You didn’t feel intimidated by him, yeah you thought he was attractive, and the red rose tattoo with a black and white skull he had on the left side of his neck was making you weak in the knees, his naturally black hair had a messy look to it, like he’d had a thousand pair of hands running through it.

“As hot as that was, I had it under control. Next time, mind your own business.” You said with sass that was more intimidating than bratty. Haechan had never had a woman speak to him in that way before, and he was utterly baffled. He was expecting you to show him gratitude, not give him a telling off.

“Like you had it under control Princess, you were a minute away from being some crackheads cock sleeve.” His scowl told you that he didn’t like your attitude, but you could care less.

“No I wasn’t.” You snapped, starting to storm off down the street, a sway in your walk from how high your boots were. He followed you, finding you interesting and strangely not liking how you were just leaving him there.

“A thank you would be nice.” He caught up with you and walked beside you. You glanced his way with a scowl, looking him up and down and noticing he had quite long legs that were clad with black skinny jeans. You also noticed the tattoo he had on the back of his hand, it was of a lion’s face and it looked incredibly detailed.

“I’m not thankful though.” You grunted, looking forward and pretending that you weren’t freezing your ass off in the wind. “Why are you following me?”

“I’m waiting for you to say thank you.” He deadpanned, keeping up with your quick pace with his own long strides.

“Thank you. Now do one.” He smirked to himself but made no effect to change his direction. “I thanked you, why are you still following me?!” You raised your voice, getting irritated with him.

“I’m just making sure that you get home safely.” He shrugged, pulling off his leather jacket and draping it over your shoulders. If you didn’t feel like your nipples were about to fall off from being so cold, you would have told him to shove his jacket up where the sun doesn’t shine. But because you feared for your nipples, you accepted the jacket with a roll of your eyes.

“Thank you.” You mumbled, actually meaning your gratitude this time but not daring to look at him. He gave you a genuine smile, shivering but trying not to be bothered by it as he walked you home. You got to a block of apartments, not too far from where his own apartment building was situated, and you turned to him. “This is me; you can go now.” You shrugged off the jacket and held it out to him.

“What’s your name?” He asked out of the blue, biting his bottom lip as he stared you up and down once more, his eyes dragging over your figure slowly.

“(Y/N). Thanks Hyuck.” You turned and entered the building, not paying him anymore attention as you let the door shut behind you in his face. He rolled his eyes and let out a chuckle, deciding that he liked your spunk as he pulled his jacket back on. He definitely wanted to come across you against at some point. He froze suddenly, his eyes widening as he realised that you had called him by the nickname he went by when he was growing up.

He suddenly felt like he needed to see you again even more.

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You were seeing red. How dare someone think they could stand up your friend on a date they had arranged. Not on your watch. Your friend didn’t know where he lived, but you called around and as soon found out where Lee Jeno lived, you were stood in front of his door with your fists clenched, pounding on the wood. The door flung open and a tall boy with broad shoulders answered, his blond shaggy hair flopping over his forehead but you could still see his dark eyebrow raised.

“Can I help you?” He asked, his voice deep and his eyes raked up your body slowly.

“Are you Lee Jeno?” You raised your own eyebrows, tapping your foot impatiently on the floor as you folded your arms over your chest.

“Nope, hang on.” He turned his head and shouted out into the apartment. “Jeno! Come here, you’re wanted!”

“Who is it Jaemin?” A deep voice called back.

“Some girl!” He stepped back as another tall boy emerged from within the apartment, his hair as blond as the other boys but his pushed off of his forehead with an undercut. You felt slightly intimidated by this guy’s harsh gaze, his strong facial features making him look scary despite how much of a neutral face he was pulling. This must be Lee Jeno.

“Do I know y-” He was cut off by your fist connecting to his jaw, his eyes widening and his face flinching, but apart from that he hardly reacted. Jaemin’s mouth popped open and he was quick to put himself between you and Jeno. He put his hands on Jeno’s shoulders as Jeno went to step forward, clearly not amused that you had laid your hands on him.

“Who the fuck do you think you are huh?!” You shouted at him, trying to get past Jaemin so you could let Jeno have it again. You weren’t scared of him, and you felt a huge rush of adrenaline at the thought of fighting someone like Jeno.

“Fuck off little girl.” He growled, trying to get past Jaemin. He wasn’t going to hurt you, he just wanted to frighten you, as he felt like you were getting way too cocky with him.

“No! Why did you stand Leah up?!” You screamed at him, trying your hardest to get past Jaemin but the tall boy didn’t seem to be budging.

“Haechan help me out here!” Jaemin shouted into the apartment, starting to sound slightly out of breath from holding the two of you apart. All of a sudden, another body wedged its way between you and Jeno. Your frowned and completely stopped when you saw the man who’d walked you home just nights before.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You looked at him in confusion.

“I live here. What the fuck are you doing here?” He quipped straight back, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Trying to beat up this bitch.” You motioned to Jeno with a nod of your head. He scoffed with a roll of his eyes.

“You’re trying to beat up someone who fights for a living. You’re dumb.” You scowled at him as he turned around to Jaemin and Jeno. “I’ll handle this.” He grabbed his jacket and keys shutting the door behind him. “Let’s grab some coffee.”

“I don’t want coffee.”

“Then have some water, I don’t give a fuck.” He shrugged, nudging you as he started to walk, urging you to walk with him. You rolled your eyes but followed him anyway. He had on a soft looking grey jumper, paired with ripped, denim jeans. If you couldn’t see all of his tattoos and his eyebrow slit, you’d assume he was just an average boy who didn’t casually carry a knife on him.

“Why are we getting coffee?” You questioned, following him out of the apartment building and to his car. The sun was starting to set, leaving a golden and amber hue of light on the metal of his car.

“Because. Get in.” He nodded towards the car, unlocking it and climbing into the driver’s seat. You got in the passenger’s seat and put your belt on, sighing as you relaxed into the comfortable seats of the Mercedes. The car roared to life, the car rumbling as he revved the engine. It didn’t take long for you to arrive at the nearest drive through Starbucks. “What do you want?” He turned to look at you, his arm resting on the door of the car with only one of his hands on the steering wheel. He looked hot; you couldn’t deny that. But you refused to let him know that, so you kept up the not bothered attitude.

“Surprise me.” You shrugged, picking at a loose thread on your mom jeans. He ordered for you both, which you didn’t pay attention to as you completely zoned out, subtly rubbing your knuckles which ached a bit from striking Jeno’s strong jaw. He passed the cup holder to you and drove out of the car park. You didn’t bother asking where he was taking you, not really caring as you stared out of the window. The scenery slowly changed from the visual of the city, to dense trees as he drove out towards the outskirts of the city. It was getting darker out, and small drops of rain hit the windscreen as he sped through the country lanes, eventually pulling onto a dirt track and stopping in a small clearing which was used as a small car park for dog walkers.

He turned off the engine, taking off his seatbelt and turning his body to angle slightly towards you. He took one of the cups from the holder and sipped it, keeping his eyes on you. You picked up the remaining cup, glancing over at him as you timidly sipped from the cup.

“Hot chocolate?” You let out a soft laugh, feeling the warmth of liquid as it slid down your throat.

“Do you like it?” He raised an eyebrow, sipping his own drink again.

“Mhm…so…why am I here?”

“How do you know my name?” He got straight to the point, placing his cup in one of the cup holders and clearing his throat.

“We went to the same school.” You shrugged, also placing your drink in one of the cup holders.

“We did? I don’t remember you…” He furrowed his eyebrows, looking at your face to take in all of your details to see if his memory would be jogged.

“No, you wouldn’t remember me. I was quiet and kept to myself.” You awkwardly cleared your throat, not really wanting to speak about your school life with him. “How can you afford a car like this?” You wanted to change the subject, and you hoped using a topic such as cars would be a good distraction.

“Are you sure you want to know?” He smirked, moving a hand up to rub at his jaw. You watched his fingers as they caressed the soft looking skin of his face, your eyes trailing up to his piercing brown eyes that were almost covered by his sleek, black har. You nodded in confirmation, letting your eyes travel back down his jaw and to his neck. The inside of the car was lit up by a single light, but you could see every detail of the stunning young man sat in front of you. “I sell drugs.” He said it as if it was nothing. He wasn’t ashamed of his job title, but he knew if the wrong person knew about what he did to make money, then it would cause a problem.

“Oooooh dangerous man.” You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“I can be dangerous if you get on the wrong side of me, but luckily for you,” His gaze moved from your face to your chest, slowly travelling back to your eyes. “you excite me.”

“How?” You felt your heart flutter, unsure of how he was having such an effect on you, but you pinned it down to just finding him overly attractive and probably needing a good fuck.

“No girl has ever spoke to me the way you have, and I want nothing more than to put you in your place.” His voice seemed to deepen, and his hand landed on your thigh. You glanced down to his hand and then back to his face.

“Put me in my place?” You smirked, glancing up at the ceiling before letting out a sultry laugh. He watched you with a hard stare, his hand gripping your thigh tighter as it slowly travelled higher up your thigh towards your core. “How?”

“I’ll fuck you so hard and so good, you’ll be screaming my name so loud that you won’t have a voice left to backchat me.” He leaned in, pressing a very soft kiss to your jawline that you hardly felt it. His breath was warm against your skin made a tickling sensation ripple down your spine.

“Oh yeah?” You tried to play it cool, but your voice wavered, and your hands started to shake.

“Mmm.” His other hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your head back to give him better access to run his lips over your neck. “I’m going to take you on the backseat of the car I bought with drug money, your tight little pussy is going to be so wet but if you make any mess on my leather seats, I’m going to make you regret it baby girl.” Your hold on your dignity and tough façade slipped as you let out a gentle whimper, his words making your puss throb in need. “Call me Haechan.” He didn’t want you to moan the name you knew him by, feeling as if it would ruin the mood for him.

“Put me in my place…Haechan.” He moved his lips to yours, mashing them against yours in a hot, filthy kiss that was full of tongue and passion. You tried your hardest to win the battle, but ultimately, he won, his tongue infiltrating your mouth as his lips moved in perfect time with your own. He sat back in his seat, grabbing you by the hips and dragging you over to sit on his lap. You ground down against his crotch, moving your lips to his neck where his tattoo was. He smirked, his cock getting harder the more pressure you put on it.

“Do you like my tattoo baby girl?” He moaned, his eyelids drooping as he basked in the pleasure you were bestowing upon him. You nodded, nipping at his skin as you circled your hips. “Fuck, get in the back. Now.” He commanded, giving your ass a squeeze. You scrambled into the back, nearly kicking him in the face as you tried to squish yourself through the small gap between the front seats. He used the doors as his way of getting into the back, shutting the backdoor as he slid into the back. You smirked at him, sat facing him with your legs open.

“You gonna put me in my place now?” You raised an eyebrow, biting your bottom lip in anticipation. He growled lowly in his throat, grabbing your legs and pulling you towards him so that your body slid down onto the backseats. He pushed your hoodie up, happy to find that you didn’t have a t-shirt on underneath, and he had easy access to your bra. He leaned over you, placing kisses across your breast and nipping at them as he pushed your bra up. Taking one of your nipples into his mouth, he tugged it with his teeth before giving it a long, hard suck. Your mouth fell slack, a euphoria of feelings starting to blossom inside of your stomach as you watched his pouty lips work at your nipple. He used his thumb and finger to play with your other nipple, making sure it got just as much attention as the one in between his wet lips. With a pop, he let go of your nipple, trailing his tongue down your abdomen, leaving a wet trail of saliva as he reached your jeans. He made light work of taking off your jeans, tossing them onto the front seat so they weren’t in his way. He was happy to see that there was a damp spot on your silky white panties. Your wetness making the fabric stick to your pussy as he pulled them down your legs. He slipped them into the back pocket of his jeans with a smirk.

You started to feel really hot, despite the chill outside of the car. The windows fogged up, and you regretted wearing a hoodie as it was now pushed up underneath your chin. Haechan must have gotten hot too, as he pulled the jumper from his body and discarded of it in the same place that your jeans were. Your eyes were glued on his chest, noticing a tattoo of bird wings that stretched across his entire chest and met in the middle, where a heart was. It wasn’t the design of an actual heart, but more of the commonly known sign for a heart with the heart being the only coloured part of the tattoo. Attached to the heart, was a snake’s head biting into the heart with its fangs. It was then you let your eyes follow the snake’s body, which wrapped around one of the wings before descending down his arm, the tail ending just above his wrist. You also noticed that on his right arm he had an entire sleeve of tattoos, all of them blending perfectly together, some coloured, some black. You whimpered at the sight, too focused on the artwork on his body to notice that his mouth was hovering over your dripping cunt. He was staring at up you, waiting for your eyes to find his own as he watched them scale over his torso. He smirked as you looked at his face once more, his tongue dragging from your clenching hole to your sensitive clit, his hot breath making a chill rush through you.

“Wait!” He pulled away suddenly and looked down at you with cautious eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Erm…have you got anything on you?” You timidly asked, biting your bottom lip in anticipation at his answer.

“What do you mean?” He tilted his head in curiosity.

“…Drugs.” Your voice wavered, nervous to his reaction to you asking him for drugs.

“Oh. Yeah, but I’ve only got one type I think.” He reached forward into the front of the car, opening the glove compartment on the dash and pulling out a sunglasses case. He also grabbed a little silver packet and sat back against the backdoor. You watched as he opened the glasses case, pulling out a little bag of pills.

“Ecstasy?” You asked, but you already knew the answer. He gave you a curt nod and spoke with a low tone.

“You done this before?” He raised the eyebrow that had a slit in it at you. You nodded eagerly and gulped, not willing to tell him the story about your drug use that you kept hidden in a deep place within you. He felt slightly hesitant about giving you the drug but pulled one of the pink pills that were shaped like a teddy bear out of the tiny packet. “Open.” You opened your mouth and held out your tongue slightly, watching with keen eyes as he popped the pill on his own tongue and leaned forward, pushing his tongue against your own and successfully transferring the pill into your mouth. You swallow the pill without any hesitancy or regret and laid back against the seat as he put the glasses case with the pills back into glove compartment. He got back into position and started to lap at your still oozing cunt.

“Fuck! Haechan!” You squealed, parting your legs further and resting one of your feet on the headrest of the backseat, the other rising up so that your knee was pressed to your chest. It was cramped in the back of his car, but you were thankful, as he had no choice but to be as close to you as he possibly could be. He swirled his tongue around your folds, spreading your essence with his sinful tongue. His pouty lips wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly causing your hips to buck. The taste of your wetness almost had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. And if it were up to him, he’d happily eat your cunt all night. But eventually, after twenty minutes of eating you out like he was eating his last meal on death row, his twitching cock in his pants had other ideas and sent him a little reminder that he wanted to bury himself so deep inside of your warmth that he could see his cock poking through your stomach. So he reluctantly pulled his messy fingers from your velvety walls and let your clit go from between his lips. Your legs were shaking from the orgasm he’d given you, and you knew he was stalling to give the drug you’d taken time to kick in.

He sat back, unzipping his jeans and pulling his member out. He let out a soft moan as he wrapped his hand around it, giving it a firm pump as pre-cum leaked from the tip. He ripped the silver packet and took out the condom, rolling it onto his cock and pressing the head against your opening. He looked into your eyes and noticed that your pupils had double in size, and your eyes were slightly wider as you stared up at the ceiling of his car, a big smile plastered on your face.

“You good baby?” He tapped your leg to gain your attention back on his face. You raised your head and blinked rapidly at him, nodding your head in confirmation and letting out a giddy laugh. You felt happiness hit you, and you felt like you wanted to give Haechan a big kiss and cling onto him out of gratitude for the orgasm he’d blessed you with. He chuckled at you and rolled his eyes; just glad you were seemingly enjoying yourself. Without any warning, he slid his cock inside of you, a deep moan vibrating from his chest as your silky walls sucked him in perfectly. Your arms went limp and they laid either side of your head uselessly.

“Shit.” You gasped, letting your head fall back and knock on the door of the car. “Ow.” You mumbled, momentarily squeezing your eyes shut as you felt the pain rumble around your head before it subsided. Haechan didn’t wait for you to adjust, he just started to thrust into you as hard and as fast as he could. You kept your eyes pinned on his arm, swearing you could see the snake tattoo on his arm move its tail, looking like it was constricting his arm. His lips found purchase on your neck, and he bit at it hard, sucking a dark bruise onto your sweaty skin before licking at the salty skin, finding you more addicting than any drug he could possibly take. He varied between fast thrusts and slow thrusts, stopping momentarily every thirty seconds or whenever you went suspiciously quiet just to check up on you.

You couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but the knot inside of your stomach tightened like the snake around Haechan’s arm until it snapped and you could see fireworks going off inside of the car as your orgasm rushed over you like a tsunami of cold water.

“Fuck baby.” He moaned, feeling how your walls pulsed around him. He leaned down and rested his forehead on your breasts, shutting his eyes with so much force that he saw stars behind his eyelids. High pitched whimpers, that had you wrapping your arms around him tight, left his parted, plump lips as his thrusts got sloppy. He came inside of the condom with one final moan, his eyes slowly opened as he rode out his orgasm, his hips slowly to a stop before he pulled out of you, reaching for some of the Starbucks napkins in the cupholder to use for the clean-up. He tucked his cock away after throwing the condom out of the car.

“It’s bad to litter.” You commented, sitting yourself up and feeling like you didn’t have much control over your jaw as it swayed.

“Shh.” He hushed you and dressed you, both of you sitting in the back of his car the way the car manufacturer had intended people to actually use the backseat of a car. He had his arm around you and let out a soft laugh. He still hadn’t put his jumper on, but he had cracked open one of the windows an inch to let some of the cold night air in. You cuddled up against his shoulder, feeling a strange loved up sensation that made you want to never let go of him. He didn’t mind, he knew it was one of the side effects of the drug he’d supplied you with. He also loved cuddles, not that ever let anyone know that or admit it if someone accused him of it.

“Mum…” You read out loud, causing him to look down at you with a confused frown.

“Huh?”

“Your tattoo. It’s a sunflower and it says mum on the stem.” You pointed out, not really sure why you were letting your mouth run when it didn’t really need to be spoken about. But the beautiful sunflower tattoo he had on the inside of his arm next to the snake tail had your heart spitting in wonder. In very tiny letters, the word mum was written in Korean characters. “Ha…mummy’s boy.” You sniggered. He rolled his eyes and pulled away from you, pulling on his jumper awkwardly.

“I ain’t no mummy’s boy.” He climbed through to the driver’s seat and turned on the engine. “I’m taking you home.” You rushed to climb through to the passenger’s seat, wanting to be beside him for the journey. “How bad are your come downs?” He glanced at you as he started to drive. You picked up your now cold hot chocolate and sipped at it, shrugging and humming.

“Not bad.” You lied, not wanting to tell him the truth. You didn’t want him to know that side of you. He wasn’t your friend, nor was he your boyfriend. And you sure as hell weren’t his responsibility. He was simply someone you knew from school who you fucked in the middle of nowhere. This thought had your heart aching, and you felt the start of your come down taking full effect. He gave you a small nod and drove the rest of the way in silence.

When he stopped outside of your apartment building, he turned his head to you, giving you a smirk. “We should do this again, no strings attached though.”

“Okay. No strings attached.” You agreed. If there were no strings attached, then there was nothing that could snap and hurt you. Right?

You exchanged numbers and climbed out of his car into the cold night, feeling a horrible surge of nausea rush over you. But you couldn’t tell if it was the ecstasy, or your new drug, Haechan.

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I haven’t proof read this yet so sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes! Let me know what you think! Haechan has been the most anticipated member for this series so I’m really excited to know what you think of the plot so far! Let me know! What do you think is going to happen in Part 2?)

[athenamikaelson]

So I've been on tiktok like ya do and I found myself in grave cleaning tiktok and I think this sounds so good for a spn fic. Would you be able to write something for reader being a normal civilian and taking on the hobby of cleaning up old graves from overgrown grass and moss and making the stones readable again? The ghosts in the graveyard take a liking to reader and when they see someone being rude towards reader, they terrorize them, leading Sam and Dean to show up on the case. Reader has no idea how she's connected and the ghosts obviously don't like the Winchesters. You can end it how you like! If you don't want to write it that's totally fine!

Sam and Dean Winchester x Reader

Request- So I've been on tiktok like ya do and I found myself in grave cleaning tik tok and I think this sounds so good for a spn fic. Would you be able to write something for a reader being a normal civilian and taking on the hobby of cleaning up old graves from overgrown grass and moss and making the stones readable again? The ghosts in the graveyard take a liking to the reader and when they see someone being rude towards the reader, they terrorize them, leading Sam and Dean to show up on the case. Reader has no idea how she's connected and the ghosts obviously don't like the Winchesters. You can end it how you like! If you don't want to write it that's totally fine!

Warnings- Swearing, Dean and Sam being helpless dorks, An ass named Alec, assault

Word Count- 1877

“Well that should do it Earl.” Rinsing off the last of the grime on Earl Danberry’s grave I start to pack up my grave cleaning kit. A lot of the people in town think I’m weird for cleaning the graves but I really don’t care. Just because these people don’t see a reason doesn’t mean I don’t. One day when I pass and get a gravestone of my own, I hope somebody will do for me what I’m doing now. And I just find it nice to clean them for the souls of the people that inhabit them. 

Packing up the rest of my supplies I start to walk to my car as I feel a cold chill brush against me.

“Thanks again kid.” Earl looks at the girl. Patting her on the shoulder. 

“Earl you do know she can’t hear you right?” Another ghost says behind him from a group of ghosts who come to visit you whenever you come to clean another grave.

“I know but the kids good. She deserves a little thanks. Even if she doesn’t hear it.” A few sounds of agreement come from the group. 

“Ya she is.”

As I’m placing the last of my stuff into the trunk I feel a presence behind me. Whipping around I come face to face with the gravedigger Alec. His stench of B.O and the dirty wife beater he’s wearing are the first things I notice. The second is the grim smirk on his face. It would’ve made me possibly less uncomfortable if there was anyone around us and the sun wasn’t fading but because she things weren’t a chill runs down my spine, but not from the cold.

“Heya darling, cleanen them stupid graves again I see?” Alec’s gruff voice comes out as if he just smoked 2 packs of cigarettes before talking to me. 

“Well I don’t think they’re stupid. They represent these people’s past lives. I would think someone who works here would understand that.” He takes a step closer which instantly makes me step back, hitting the edge of the trunk.

Little do you know the spirits were standing off the the side watching the whole encounter.

“He better not try anything.”

“I’ve always hated him.”

“I’m dead and still have better manners than that ass.”

“If he touches Y/N he’ll regret it.”

“Agreed.”

The spirits all agree as they watch the encounter.

“Well surgah I only do this for the check. Mans got to make a living somehow.” His eyes roam up and down my body as I try to make as much space between us.

“Um, ya sure. Well sorry sir but I really have got to get going, cat to feed and all.” As I’m turning around I feel his hand grab my wrist tightly and pull me towards him. Only now able to smell the wrecking smell of alcohol coming from him. 

 “Not so fast sweetheart. We’re having a nice little chat, no reason to be a bitch and leave now.” I try to pull away but he grabs my hair with his other hand and brings my to him. 

I quickly think and bring my knee up to the place no man wants to get hit and quickly run to my car to get in and lock it once I’m inside. Alec comes up to my window and starts pounding his fists on it slurring out swears as I quickly slam on the gas and leave.

The fuming group of spirits all came to an unsaid agreement. He wasn’t going to get away with that. 

“Let’s get to work.”

Sam’s POV

“So Mr. Benjamin,” looking over to the gravedigger who clearly looks like he needs to take a shower, “can you please tell us what happened?”

The gravedigger looks at Dean and I as if he has someplace better to be. 

“I already told the other cops.”

I was about to open my mouth, but was interrupted by Dean. 

“Well Alec, we’re not the other cops are we?” Den raises a brow at the man who looks at Dean in disgust before rolling his eyes and muttering a “fine”.

“Well I was just at home by myself, which isn’t a usual thing you know,” Dean raises another brow at the guy, already annoyed, “and all of a sudden my cabinets are being flung open and all my dishes are being thrown on the ground, chairs and moving by themselves and then it all stopped.”

“Is that all?” I ask him which earns a look as if I’m the crazy one.

“No.” He lifts the edge of his shirt where the scar of a knife wound is evident. 

“After it stopped a knife just flew up to me, stopped mid-air and threw itself into my side!”

Dean and I share a glance. 

“Do you have any idea who would do this to you? Any enemies in town?” Alec looked down at his feet for a moment as if deciding if he wanted to speak.

 “Mr. Benjamin, anything helps.” 

“Fine. This girl who comes and cleans the graves every now and then  and I got into a disagreement the very day it happened. She’s a witch I tell you. A freak. Who comes in their freetime to clean old dusty graves?!”

“Wait she cleans them just because?”

“What was the argument about?” Dean and I question at the same time. Mine the ladder. 

“Yes she does. And um,” he stops and thinks about his next answer which alerts a red flag to me, “She’s just crazy you know?”

“Ok, can you give us her name please?”

“Y/F/N Y/L/N”

Dean’s POV

Walking up to the house of the Y/L/N girl I look over to Sam.

“Witch?” A confused look crosses both our faces because of the exterior of the house, bright and full of life and color. Not something most witches would live in. 

“Let’s just talk to her first and then decide what to do.”

I walk up to the door and knock expecting an old bag to open the door but am surprised when my eyes meet a youthful Y/E/C.

A look of question in them as I can’t seem to form a question as I stare down at her and take in everything about her. Her Y/H/C that he’d love to run his hands through and your luscious red lips that he couldn’t help but imagine them on- 

“I’m sorry, um could I help you gentlemen?” 

Sam’s POV

A melodic voice enters my ears as I peer to Dean who looks like he’s lost in thought, just staring at the poor girl.

“Yes. Ms. Y/L/N?” The girl sends me an award winning smile that almost makes my knees give out. I can see why Dean can’t speak. But one of us has to.

“Yes we’re with the FBI,” I flash my fake badge and wait for Dean to show his and when I notice he’s still looking at the girl in awe I hit him with my elbow knocking him back into reality.

He quickly straightens up, showing his badge.  

A look of confusion and fear passes the girl's features and at that moment I just want to assure her everything will be ok. Oh shit. Witch Right. 

“Is something wrong? Is someone hurt? Oh, please come in.” She moves out of the way and we make our way to her living room as she leads us. 

“Do you both want anything to drink?” She sends a warm but weary smile our way.

I was about to object, as she might be a witch and all but am quickly interrupted by Dean agreeing quickly. 

As she gets up I send a glare to him which only earns my a sly smile and shrug.

Your POV

After handing the FBI men their teas I quickly sit in my seat putting my hands underneath my legs to keep them from shaking in nervousness at the men,

“What happened?” I ask the taller handsome one. The shorter handsome one has barely said 2 words so I thought I’d have a better chance of getting a response from the tall one. 

“Well a Mr. Alec Benjamin was attacked the other day and he had said that you both had gotten into an argument. We are here to follow up on that. Can you tell us what it was about?” I quickly shift in my seat uncomfortable with the question.

I take a deep breath before I try my best to answer the question. 

“I had just finished cleaning one of the graves when ALec had stopped me by my car. He started talking to me oddly and I smelt the alcohol on him which made me uncomfortable so I tried to walk away but he grabbed me and wouldn't let go. I hit him and I loosen his hold enough for me to get to my car and drive off. I haven’t seen him since.” I let out a shaky breath before leaning back in my seat avoiding the men’s gazes.

Dean’s POV

Oh I’m going to beat the shit out of that motherfuc-

Sam’s POV

I can feel my hand grip tightly onto the side of the chair. That ass should be thankful I didn’t know this when I saw him or I would’ve-

“Is there anything else?” Her small voice makes me relax somehow.

“Um, did you notice anything weird beforehand? Cold spots, static, sulfur?” A look of confusion crosses her face before she bites her lips. Instantly drawing my attention. Please don’t be a witch.

“Sometimes when I’m there I feel coldspots, before I was leaving I felt one. But I hadn’t thought anything of it. Why?”

I send her a small smile. Understanding now what must’ve happened.

“Nothing for you to worry about. I think that’s all the questions we have for today. Thank you for your time.” As we get up I see Dean hand her a piece of paper. 

“Please call me if you ever have any questions.” He sends her a smirk which hides the gleeful look in his eyes. 

“Of course.” She brings us to the door and waves us goodbye as we leave. As soon as she shuts the door I hit Dean in the stomach. 

“Did you just give her your number?”

“Don’t act like you don’t act like you didn’t have the same idea.”

We make it to the hotel room and once I open the door Dean and I stare in disbelief.

The place looks like it just got robbed, sheets thrown everywhere glasses broken. But nothing is missing.

“What the hell happened!” Dean’s gruff voice yells. The same question runs through my head before a chill washes over the room.

“Stay away from Y/N!” Voices boom through the room and Dean and I turn around to face a group of ghosts glaring at us. I’m about to grab a rock salt gun, but when I turn around they’re already gone.

“Please tell me she doesn’t have a bunch of angry spirits as her fairy godmother’s?” I look over to Dean before a small smirk crosses his face.

“That’s cool as fuck.”

Taglist- @akshi8278

[nico-di-genova]

In the Aftermath

Summary: A look into Joe and Nicky’s relationship following the events from the movie. 

      There’s blood matted in Nicky’s hair. The soft brown strands clumped together with the remnants of bone and brain that had been spattered across the concrete just a few hours earlier. It’s unsettling, seeing parts of Nicky that are meant to be kept on the inside. The holes in his shirt from gun shots, and the various other smears of blood that coat his body are one thing, but the back of his head is something that Joe can’t look at without feeling sick. 

      Nicky had been so still beneath him, eyes glazed over, and the few seconds it had taken for him to come back felt like an eternity. Joe had sat there, waiting, trying not to succumb to the part of his brain that told him Nicky was gone. That insidious bit of fear festered inside him, it left him breathless and shaking every time Nicky’s chest went still. Even worse was the look of terror that had been playing on a loop in his head since that moment; Nicky’s wide-eyed gaze as Keane shoved the barrel of the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger. That look was what had made snapping Keane’s neck so easy. 

      And now they were free, and safe, but Nicky’s head still looked like some gruesome display of gore and horror. He hadn’t sat next to Nicky in the car ride to the hotel, mostly because Booker was in the backseat as well and he wanted to do nothing more than strangle the man, but also because he was worried if he got too close to Nicky right now he would lose his feeble grasp on reality. One touch from the man, one look at the back of his head, and Joe would turn into something feral and untamed. There was no one to unleash his rage on, the man who’d shot Nicky was already long gone, but Joe was itching for the chance to break his neck again. He wanted to bring Keane back just so he could press a gun to his temple and see that same fear reflected in his eyes. 

      Andy, seeming to sense Joe’s restlessness, hadn’t let him anywhere near Booker. She knew, just by the look in his eyes, that if he’d had the chance he would have torn Booker apart. 

      “Go take a shower,” she’d told Nicky when they got to the hotel, pressing the room key into his hands and then turning her steady gaze on Joe. “Both of you.” There was an authority to her voice that left no room for questions. 

      In their room, that smelled of stale sheets and cigarette smoke, Joe had little else to look at but the man before him. Nicky had drawn the curtains shut, leaving a small lamp on the nightstand as their only source of light. He’d begun to take off his clothes almost as soon as he’d secured their privacy. Shedding his pants and shirt as he made his way to the bathroom. Joe stood in the doorway and watched him. He stared at the back of his head, how the lamplight cast shadows and made the blood there look even darker than it was. Crimson had run down his back as well, a trail from the nape of his neck to halfway between his shoulder blades. Joe blinked and he saw the barrel of the gun, the fear, brain matter mixing with debris from the blast. 

      “Joe?” Nicky called from the bathroom, “Are you alright?” 

      “F-fine.” 

      There was the sound of the shower turning on, the high squeal that came from pipes that hadn’t seen use in a while, and then the spatter of water against tile. 

      Nicky poked his head out into the room, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Are you sure?” 

      Joe didn’t know how to answer, so he shrugged instead. His shoulders sagging, body slumping, as a shuddering breath escaped him. 

      “Oh, Tesoro,” Nicky crooned, leaving the bathroom and moving to stand before Joe. He was only wearing underwear now, the remnants of battle on full display. Before Joe’s gaze could linger on a smear of blood across his chest, Nicky placed a hand on his jaw and tilted his head up, so they were looking at each other. “I’m okay,” he said in Italian, “I’m right here, Cuore. Right here.”

      It speaks to their years together that Nicky understands so easily what’s bothering him. He leans into the man’s touch, soaks in the warmth that seems to radiate from his palm. Nicky moves forward just enough that their foreheads press together, their breath mixing between them. 

      “I’m right here. I’m okay.” 

      His free hand finds Joe’s and then raises it, fingers wrapping around his wrist, until it’s pressed to Nicky’s chest. Joe can feel the thrum of Nicky’s heartbeat against his fingertips, sure, solid, steady. 

      The breath that escapes him is one of pure relief. 

      “Nicolò,” he breathes, the name like a prayer on his lips. There’s so much history between them, so many lives lived. If Merrick had gotten his way today, who knows what would have happened to them. They’d already taken samples from Nicky, pulled marrow and bone from him with little regard for the pain it had caused. Their immortality had limits, and Joe had seen them tested enough today. 

      “Yusuf,” Nicky sighed in return, he was the only one who still called Joe by his given name; whispered it in the dark like it was secret meant for the two of them. “it’s okay.” 

      In the safety of the room, close enough to Nicky that he can smell the scent of him under all the blood and grime, he begins to believe it. Merrick is dead. Keane is dead. Booker is a traitor, but he doesn’t require their attention right now. Here, it’s just him and Nicky.

      And the blood that’s coating both of them. 

      “We should take a shower,” he mumbles, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. 

      Nicky huffs out a laugh, “Yes. Please.”

                                             *****

      Nicky’s sleeping with a knife under his pillow. Usually, it’s a gun, but the only thing he’d managed to swipe from Merrick Industries before they left was one of the small scalpel’s Kozak had been using to slice into them. Joe doesn’t doubt that he’d be able to inflict serious damage with it, given the chance. Any reservations he had about Nicky’s quick reflexes and commitment to protecting the things he loved had vanished long ago. 

      They’re lying curled up together on the hotel bed, Nicky’s back pressed up against him. In the silence of the room, lit by the dim glow of the lamp, Joe lets himself relax for the first time in days. He presses kisses to the back of Nicky’s neck, his breath hot on the man’s skin. With the blood washed away, and an overwhelming scent of clove and bergamot surrounding him, Joe found his breath coming a little easier. It had taken almost an hour to clean the gore from Nicky’s hair; clumps of brain matter had clung stubbornly. The dried and crusted blood that coated both of them had to be scrubbed at with a washcloth. When they’d finally emerged, the bathroom had been cast in a hazy layer of steam and their skin was rubbed raw. 

      Their shirts were unwearable, torn to ribbons by gunshots and Merrick’s letter opener, but their jeans were salvageable, so they’d thrown them on and then practically collapsed onto the bed. Days’ worth of adrenaline flooded away, leaving behind a bone deep exhaustion that took Nicky quickly. He was snoring softly, his chest rising and falling in a way that told Joe he’d only wake if there was something to wake for. Sleep was pulling at Joe as well, blurring the corners of his vision and casting the room in a hazy softness. Eventually he would drift off, but for now he was savoring this small moment of peace. A few hours from now Andy would come knocking on their door, and they would be back on the road. 

      They haven’t left London yet, having to tie up loose ends before they can disappear. Copley is still alive, they’d have to track him down, find a way to delete the camera footage at Merrick, and fall under the radar. Then there was the matter of dealing with Booker, Nile’s inevitable questions, and Andy’s sudden mortality. The to-do list was long, and if Joe thought about it for too long he was sure to become overwhelmed. Having Nicky close to him, feeling the warmth of his body and the familiar curve of his spine, made it a little easier to block everything else out. 

      He nosed at the nape of Nicky’s neck, pressed another gentle kiss to the soft skin there, and tightened his grip around the man’s waist. Nicky moaned faintly in his sleep, but otherwise didn’t stir. 

      “Ana bahebak, ya hayati,” Joe murmured, the words slurring as he closed his eyes and let Nicky’s even breaths lull him toward unconsciousness.

                                                 *****

      He dreams of the stars. Nicky’s hand in his, the sand cool beneath them, and light from the campfire casting shadows over them. It’s been a long time since he’s seen the sky like this, clear and free from the pollution that’s dotted out most of the constellations now.  

      The man beside him is practically a stranger. Every word that leaves his lips is foreign. They communicate in dramatized gestures and scowls. Yusuf has learned that the man’s name is Nicolò, and that he can wield a sword with alarming proficiency. He’s learned that no matter how many times he kills this stranger, he keeps coming back. It’s not affection that’s keeping them together, but necessity. Somehow, they are different. Yusuf’s wounds heal the same as the strangers. He’s had arrows pierce his heart and a blade slashed across his throat, leaving behind only dried blood and unmarred skin. If he went home, or back to battle, he’d be regarded as inhuman. He’d be marked as dangerous, and maybe he was. Maybe they both were. 

      The stranger is silent beside him. He looks up at the stars with an awed and fear filled gaze that Yusuf knows is reflected in his own features. In the dark of the night, with only the empty expanse of the desert around them, they both seemed to have dropped the predatory front that had kept them fighting for the past few days. Side by side they lay, hands entwined between them, with nothing but their quiet breaths and the crackle of the fire to fill the space. 

      He’s scared, unsure of what to do or where to go. The world spreads out large and looming before him. There are so many questions he wants to ask, but he knows each one would fall on deaf ears. Even if he and the stranger could speak, Yusuf doubted the man would have any answers for him. 

      He’s terrified, and cold, and hunger has been gnawing at him for days now. But he’s not alone. This stranger has not abandoned him. His world has been overturned, everything tilted on its axis, and the one person who’s stuck with him through it all is a man he’s killed more times than he can count. 

      The stranger squeezes his hand. Yusuf turns his head just enough that he can see tears spilling down the man’s cheeks, catching the light of the fire. 

      “Nicolò?” he breathes, hoping that the man will hear the worry that tinges his voice. 

      The man, the stranger, Nicolò, shifts to meet his gaze. More tears shine in his grey eyes. Before, they’d been filled with hate and disgust, but Yusuf only sees uncertainty now. He blinks and more tears spill. 

      “Yusuf,” comes his small frightened reply. His name on Nicolò’s lips is strange. He forms the vowels differently, the accent lilting in a way that is unfamiliar. It’s comforting though, reminds him of home and a safety that he’s lost. 

      “Sayakun ealaa ma yaram,” Yusuf says, though he knows the promise is feeble, and won’t be understood. Nicolò squeezes his hand again, drawing in a shuddering breath. Before Yusuf can doubt himself, he shifts further to his left, until his shoulder is pressed solidly against Nicolò’s. This contact is so foreign to him, intimate in a way that he hasn’t been with anyone before, but he’s surprised to find that it doesn’t disgust him as much as he thought it would. If anything, the panicked beat of his heart stills for a moment, returns to something resembling normal.  

      Nothing makes sense, there are no answers. The desert spreads vast and empty around him. But neither of them is alone in their fear, and for that Yusuf is thankful. He’s glad to have this stranger by his side, enemy or not.

Translations (all courtesy of Google translate, so it may or may not be accurate) : 

Ana bahebak, ya hayati = ‘I love you, my life’

Sayakun ealaa ma yaram = ‘It’s going to be okay.’ 

A/N: This might be a multichaptered thing, I have a story brewing, and if it is i’ll end up posting on archive. But for now have this oneshot that’s been living in my head ever since I finished the movie. 

Let me know what you guys think, or if you’d like me to continue this! 

[clemanime]

Medic

Hi! Could you do a SPN one where the reader gets badly injured on a hunt in a sensitive place ((breasts, lower down) . When sam is patching her up he sees she gets turned on. Turns out she loves she loves medical kink and roleplay ensues :)

A/N: I didn’t know there was a medical kink and after a deep and interesting dive. I’ve got it. Also... I know that i said after answering that ask that it would be next day delivery but I lost the package.

WARNING: medical play, smut, over stimulation, pain, slight blood, hardcore, full nelson if you really think about it...

Sam cradled her as he moved into the hotel room. “Are you sure you’re alright? You got hurt pretty bad out there.” Sam questions, kicking the door and placing her on the bed. He allowed her to adjust herself as he locked the door before grabbing a med kit from his duffel bag.

     “I’m alright Sammy.” She sighs as she unbuttons her shirt. “I mean, yeah it’s not everyday I get cut on my left tit, but I’ve been cut before.” She winced at the dull pain in her shoulder. “Who even attacks a woman’s boobs? It’s a low blow.”

     “Here.” Sam mumbles, helping her out of her shirt. “Let me patch you up at least. It looks like a deep cut.”

     “It’s gonna leave a scar.” She pouts.

     “You’ve already got some. What’s one more?” He jokes, reaching for her breast but stopping. “Is it alright if...”

     “Sam... you’ve touched my thigh when I got that splinter.” She laughs. “And my ass when I scraped it jumping that fence.”

     “You thighs and ass are different from your breasts Y/n.” He grumbled. “Besides that you were drunk the time you jumped that fence.”

     “You still touched it.” She rolls her eyes. “Come on I’m getting blood on my favorite bra.” She pulled the cup of the bra down, causing Sam to pause and look away. He cleared his throat, eyes avoiding making contact with her perking nipple.

Sam grabbed her breast, carefully examining the cut to see how deep it is, his large hand covering her as well as keeping her warm. When he decided she needed stitches he let go, leaving her exposed and cold. She bit her bottom lip, sitting in silence as he worked, being careful not to fuck up the stitch because he knew she’d kick his ass. His wrist brushed against her nipple and she closed her eyes, letting out a long sigh. “You okay there?” He noticed her shifting slightly.

     “I’m fine. Just... finish up will ya.” She bites her lip.

     “Right.” Sam continues to take his time, wanting to test a theory that he formed in his mind. The pad of his middle finger pressed against the beginning of her stitch, pulling a small moan from her. She looks at Sam, furrowing her brows as an embarrassed expression found its way to her features.

     “You did that on purpose didn’t you?” She narrowed her eyes.

     “No.” He gave her an apologetic expression which gave him away.

     “I know you want to ask me something so spit it out Sammy.”

     “Do you... like...” He starts to blush slightly.

     “Don’t be shy now.” She smiled. “My breast is out and in your big ass hand. And you just made me moan by poking my stitch.”

     “Do you like pain?” He questioned.

     “Something like that.” She nods. “I’ve got a kink. It involves a Doctor and me being a patient. Why do you think I didn’t go with you to the hospital when Dean got hurt pretty bad? It wouldn’t be inappropriate for a woman such as myself to be fantasizing about one of the doctors sticking a gloved finger inside of me.” Sam seems taken aback, staring at her for a moment before clearing his throat. “So now you know that I’ve got a Medical Kink. Are you gonna finish with my boob so I can go take a shower and masturbate or just sit there with your mouth open and stare?”

     “I knew you didn’t hold back but shit.” Sam chuckled, finishing off the stitch and tying it off. He stands up, going into the med kit and stopping for a moment to think. “Take the rest of your clothes off Y/n.” He spoke when he grabbed one of the gloves from the kit.

     “What?” Her voice broke as she looked at the large mans back. “Sam what are you getting at?”

     “It’s Dr. Winchester to you.” He turned, fixing the glove onto his hand as he looked down at her. “I need to do a full examination on you to make sure that you don’t need anymore stitches.”

     “Wait... Sam do you know what you’re doing?” She stands up, staring at him. “This is a fantasy of mine. If I get into it there’s no turning back.”

     “Miss...” He steps forward. “Calling me by my first name is very unprofessional. This is a Doctor-Patient relationship. We’re not close friends.” Sam noticed a switch flip in her eyes almost like her usual open attitude was thrown in a cage.

     “Yes Doctor.” She keeps her eyes locked wit his, stripping herself of the rest of her clothes. “Where do you want me? I can go over there.” She points towards the round table in the kitchen.

Sam takes her in, surprised at how obedient she was but making sure to stay in character. “That would be a good idea. As soon as you’re comfortable. We’ll begin the examination.” She moved quickly, sitting on the table and staring at Sam as he grabbed the kit and walks over to her. He sets the kit down next to her, smirking as her eyes followed his gloved hand. “How am I supposed to begin when you still have clothes on?” She squirms slightly, getting up and taking her underwear and bra off. “Good. Now lay back and open your legs.”

She does as told, hands at her sides as she grips the edge of the table. Her legs are wide open, her womanhood exposed. “It hurts there too Doc. Please make it feel better.”

Sam smirked, leaning forward. “I’ll make the pain go away.” He presses the pad of his rubber covered thumb against her clit, sending a jolt through her body. Her eyes fluttered shut as she let out a moan. “Seems like you’ve made a mess here.” He looked from her sopping cunt to her eyes. “Bad girl. You’re going to mess up the table at this rate.” She gasps, climaxing. Sam hums, watching her body relax after a few moments. “This is going to be a difficult examination if you’re going at this rate.”

     “S- Doctor Winchester... it’s been a minute since my last examination so please be gentle.” She breathed out.

He stood between her legs, watching her as she moved hand to her stitch. “I’ll do my best.” Sam pushed his thick fingers into her, moving them around to find her sensitive button to push. She gasps when his long finger poked at an area near her cervix. “Hm. Let’s see.” He smirks. She pushed to hard on her stitch, popping it and causing some blood to trail down her skin. Her hand gripped his wrist, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Do I need to strap you down?” He questions. “If you stop my examination again I’ll be forced to do so.” She whimpered, letting him go. “That’s a good patient. Now. I’m going to need to you have a taste of something. To see if your taste-buds are still in tact.”

She lays back, watching as Sam got on his knees, wasting no time to latch his hot mouth against her needy mound. She cried out, hand going to a bruise on her thigh. She pushed down on it with her thumb, body jerking. “Doctor!” She climaxed, her juices shooting out into Sam’s palm as he continued to probe her sensitive area.

     “Look at my little patient.” Sam chuckled, his voice low and husky. “You get off on the pain. Tell me. After enduring intense physical pain do you indulge? Do you touch your cuts and bruises when you get off?” Her body relaxed but Sam didn’t give her enough time. She whimpered her response, eyes closing as she tried to relax. “I need a response.”

     “I do.” She replied. “After a hunt I lay in bed poke at my bruises.”

     “Such an honest Patient.” Sam smirked as he undid his jeans, pushing them down. “For your honesty... I’ll give you a sucker. But before that you need your dose of protein.”

     “Th-thank you Doctor.” She opened her legs wider, spreading her cunt as she stared up at Sam. “I’ve been lacking.”

     “Naughty Patient.” Sam pushed into her, mouth falling open at how tight and wet she is. His thrusts started at a fast pace, gloved hand moving up and down her thighs, making sure to put the right amount of pressure on her bruises that had formed. He groaned, when she tightened even more around him. “Shit Y/n.” He draped her legs over his arms, his large hands holding the back of her neck as he forced her to watch his cock disappear inside of her. “Look at that... fuck.” He looked at her face, enjoying the way she was losing herself. He leaned forward, going in for a kiss but stopping himself. He settled on kissing her freshly opened stitch, feeling her body trembling.

     “F-fuck Sammy!” She moaned, her eyes going from his to his cock as he continued to pound into her. “R-ruin me S-Sammy!”

     “I plan on it.” Sam took the glove off, tossing it across the room and pulling out. He grabbed her by her arm, walking over to the full length mirror and grabbing a chair. “I didn’t expect you to be so...”

     “Freaky?” She chuckled, looking at him as he sat in the chair. Without responding, Sam turned her around, pulling her back so that she was sitting on his lap. He grabbed the back of her legs and pulled them apart, taking her by surprise at the view she had through the mirror. “Sam! What are you doing!?”

     “Don’t be shy now.” He smirked, kissing her shoulder blade. “You watched me fuck your little pussy just a minute ago.” He lined her up with the head of his cock, teasing her. He pushed his head in and pulling it back out. She felt like she could release with that action alone.

     “When did we go from Roleplaying to th-” Her sentence was cut off when Sam buried himself back into her, pulling a string of swears that came out in a slur. She fell back into his chest, struggling to keep her eyes open as Sam looked at her through the mirror. “You’re an evil man Sam Winchester.”

     “I know.” He chuckled. “Now sit up and watch the show.” He helped her sit up just enough so that she could see his throbbing cock stretching her out. She couldn’t take anymore, her body still trembling. “Don’t stop looking.” Sam thrust his hips upward, watching her clench in the mirror. “Look at you baby.” He chuckled. “Having my cock inside of you really makes you shake.”

     “Please Sammy! I can’t take anymore!” She felt herself orgasm, screaming at the top of her lungs as her hands reached for Sams thighs to stop him but failing her. His hand moved towards her stomach,  as the other moved to her neck.

     “Everyone probably heard that one.” He picked her up, still inside of her and placed her on the bed, staying behind her as his large hand grabbed her neck and the other pressed against her ass cheek. “Whenever you cum you have this look on your face that I can’t get enough of.” He pulled her up, looking at the shocked expression on her face. “Like one of those girls in the Cartoon porns that Dean watches.”

     “You’re telling me...” She pants. “That I look like Hentai girl?”

     “You said it.” Sam started thrusting, staring deep into her eyes. She let out strangled moans, legs about to give out on her as he picked up his pace. The large hand on her ass moved to her mouth, two of his digits invading the space between her lips. Her eyes closed, body shaking violently as another climax racked over her. She was overstimulated at this point. He let her go, watching her fall into one of the pillows to which she squeezed. “It’s like you’re assuming I’m done. I haven’t given you the protein I promised Little Patient.”

      “Oh fuck.” She moaned into the pillow. Sam pushed her chest into the mattress as he pushed himself further in to the point where she could feel him hit her cervix. She bit the pillow as she tried to move away but stayed stagnant.

     “I don’t mind carrying you to the car when the time comes. So let me hear that sweet voice of your.”

He pounded into her relentlessly, her moans turning into cries then to screams of pleasure. She’d probably kept a few people up at the rate. Her brain melted, drool leaking from her open mouth and eyes shut tight. Sam didn’t let up, keeping the same pace as he grew closer to his own release. His rhythm faltered, the tip of his cock hitting her cervix again. She clamped down on him, losing her voice with her final holler.

Sam spilled into her, leaning forward and biting her shoulder blade as he slowed. “Shit.” He huffed, turning her over so he could take a look at her wound. He ended up popping the rest of the stitches. When his eyes met hers, he quickly looked away. “I’m sorry if I went too far.” She looked broken. Her eyes blown with lust, hair a mess, bottom lip bleeding slightly from biting it to hard.

     “Stitch me up.” Her voice came out hoarse and raw.

He moved quickly, putting clothes on and then the kit to stitch her up again. He cleaned her up and put one of his shirts on her. She instantly fell asleep, still holding the pillow.

Sam walked out of the hotel room, stopping when he noticed Dean leaning against the trunk of the Impala. “One thing to remember Sammy... motel walls are thin and my room is always next to yours.”

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

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A/N: WHALE, WHALE, WHALE KITTEN... here we are... another installment of the siren series with Captain Flip and finding his sultry sea maiden! I hope ya like it kitten @maybe-your-left 🖤. I did a few time jumps to cement the story a little further. If you haven’t read the beginning of my Blowhole series please refer to it in my Masterlist under the Flip Request section for context. 

Warnings: Mild angst, pining (from Flip and us too), mostly plot hardly any porn I’m sorry everyone, mentions of alcohol, mentions of possessive behaviors, masturbation, Flip is an irritable motherfucker as usual, and of course pirate slang slathered throughout the entire story, coupled with Little Mermaid slurs

(Y/N’s POV, the day you saved Flip) 

You startled awake, gasping as a flurry of bubbles left your lips, a nightmare that had stirred you awake from your restless sleep. 

You rubbed your tired eyes, stretching your muscles and tail from the king-sized clamshell bed in your extravagant palace of opalescent towers, gazing out at the majesty of the underwater mecca you’d called home. 

The bustling of merfolk swimming in all directions, schools of fish making their ways in and out of the caverns, and the heart of the city blossoming with light as the shining palace glistened in the light of the morning. 

It was truly a paradise in the depths of a trackless sea, an epicenter of life only visible to those seeking it out the most. And in this hustle and bustle, you felt lost. 

The longing to be free from the chains you’d been given since birth only growing as your age advanced. Being the daughter of the king of the ocean had its perks, including the charmed life you’d grown to know and love. Showered with affection and attention by all who had come to know you, attending galas and balls weekly, being taught the highest educational studies the merpeople could offer, and the access to the most precious possessions in the ocean, to which any man or woman would kill to have. 

But the worst part of all of this was your indifference to it. Yes, as a child the affection and material prizes were all the rage, but as you got smarter, grew into the stunning beauty you were, so was the pressure to uphold the family traditions. 

Those included taking your rightful place on the thrown, with the strongest merman as your king to lead the people in keeping the peace between land and sea, just as your father had done and his father before him. 

This had been cemented into your studies from your preschool years and on, the consequences racking up as your age did, and the pressure to find a suitor as well, which nauseated you to no end. 

One evening at dinner, you’d not been in the mood for foolish tricks, settling to quietly consume your seafood as your parents droned on and on about foreign relations with the land folk and treaties of such nature that you’d tuned out. 

“My darling,” your mother prompted as you were pulled from your distant state, “you haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on sweetheart?” gazing as you shrugged, rolling the shrimp on your fork and pushing your palm into your cheek. 

“It’s nothing mother,” sighing as you took a sip from your chalice, avoiding all eye contact with both parents while the room grew more silent. 

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong with her,” your father booming out, stuffing his face with the delicacies like the titan he was, “she’s neglecting her duties!” smacking his lips together and boring his eyes into yours. 

“I am not!” slamming your fork down to lift yourself from your chair, “you don’t even know what it’s like to be me!” tears welling in your eyes as he lifted his hulking body to meet your eye-level. 

“Do not raise your voice at me, Y/N!” he commanded, a swirl of water whirl pooling as he grew angrier and angrier, “you will comply with my choices and you will marry one of our chosen suitors by the end of the full moon celebrations!” forcing an imaginary hold on you to stay in your seat. 

“It’s time you stop fucking around, Y/N!” he bellowed, your emotional state the furthest from his mind as he stuffed tradition down your throat, “you’re not getting any younger!” cementing his point to cause you to wail out in a pained cry. 

“Let me go, father!” squirming in his magical grip as you struggled to release your body from all of the stresses of being in the family, “I don’t want to be someone’s possession! I want to be in love!” screaming with pained tears as you writhed free from him. 

“Love!” he chuckled, the word a foreign thing to him as he married your mother for the sake of treaty, “my sweet stupid siren, you know nothing of love because it doesn’t exist!” his laughs ringing through the dining hall as you sobbed into your hands, your mother trying to comfort you as you were given the harsh reality of the rest of your days in the palace. Her silent tears falling under the mixture of your hurt as well as her own sad significance to her husband.

“Y-you’re w-wrong!” you stifled, heavy cries releasing from your lungs as you grasped for something to parch your aching thirst, wiping the heavy tears that dissipated into the saltwater. 

“Y-you’re s-so w-wrong f-father!” speeding your tail out of the great hall, the echo of his angered voice radiating through the hall as you burst out of the castle, swimming at the fastest speeds you could. 

Your tears clouding your directions as you rocketed through the masses of folk passing through the town square, fish hurrying their way out of yours as you cried through your pain. 

“I-I’ve got to g-get out of h-here!” you hiccuped as the lights faded from your view, the darkness of the ocean enveloping you in a mysterious veil as you tried to curb your sobs. 

You stilled your breath, stopping in the abyss to gather your surroundings, knowing you were far enough from home for your father to pull you back with his vortex with the flick of his wrist. Scoffing in sobs and flipping the bird in the direction as a thunderous roll hummed through the ocean. 

The light from above striking the surface in a lightning cloud as thunder boomed from the skies, your eyes gazing at the majesty from below as you solitarily floated in the swells, watching the huge waves ebb over each other in a frenzy. 

Suddenly, a huge object grew over the surface, the oval shape of it covering the crackling sky above, pulling you towards it like a beacon. 

Your tail moving unconsciously as you neared the large wooden hull, noticing its undoubtedly characteristic figures from the books you’d nosed through in your study. 

“Holy sh-,” barely getting the words out as a crack of light shot through the bottom of the ship, sending debris into the seas as the wooden vessel disintegrated before you. 

Bodies strewn amongst barrels of alcohol, cannonballs, and masts fell to the depths of the ocean, maneuvering the wreckage as you surveyed the devastation. 

Amongst the chaos, floating in the ebbs of the depths, you noticed the most striking being you’d ever come across in your years. His ravened hair flowing in the ocean as his lifeless body rag-dolled in the currents, his chiseled features glimmering in the crackling lightning as you came closer to his hulking figure. 

Running your scaled hands over his nose, his facial hair, his plush lips as you finally came to grips with what you had to do. Taking his dead weight into your arms as you turbo your way from the shipwreck, the bubbles trailing your tail as you figured out your next move. 

The panic set in when you realized this man wasn’t like you, his pulse no doubt fading the longer he was under the ocean. 

You hastily tried to find a speck of sand, bobbing your head up and down out of the water as you clung to the surface, trying to give him the slightest bit of oxygen as the thunder rolled over the stormy seas. 

“Come the fuck on!” you cried out, looking left and right as you caught the glimpse of a palm tree wavering in the hurricane winds several miles away. 

You barreled yourself and your extra weight towards the shores, dragging his thick muscle onto the sand as the wind howled through the patch of trees settled in the middle of nowhere. 

Laying him out on his back, trying to shield him from the ebbs of the shores, and the debris flying through the air as you surrounded him with your slick tail. Holding his deadened face in your chest as you covered him from the turbulence above. 

“Dammit, dad!” grunting into his ravened hair, cursing the swells that had grown familiar to you when he’d been stirred the wrong way, “would you fucking calm down?!” yelling into the thundering greyness that only swirled into a bigger frenzy as you gave it life. 

“Fine!” you screamed out, the swells howling as the clapping continued over the vast sea, “I’ll do whatever you fucking want, just please, stop this tantrum!” tears streaming down your face as the words left your lips, sentencing you to a life of loveless encounters all for the good of the merpeople. 

Upon your claims, clouds cracked, the thunder dissipated, and the waves calmed as if there hadn’t been a tsunami wrecking the open ocean in the slightest. Seagulls squawked as they elevated into the clear blue sky, the smell of the sea penetrating your aching lungs. 

The sun crept through the whitening clouds, beaming its light on the tanned shores, your eyes squinting as the tears steamed off your cheeks in the searing fireball. Choking on air as you savored the last moments of your freedom, feeling the land beneath you and the spray of the seashore on your tear-stained face.

“T-thank you,” the bile straining from your throat as you gagged back the fake appreciation, looking back to your sailor, his skin glowing in the sunlight as you removed your tail from his body. 

He stirred underneath you, heaving his chest as he puked up seawater, gasping for air as he writhed on the sand. 

“H-holy f-fuck!” grunting out, trying to shield his eyes as you quickly shape-shifted to avoid more shocking revelations from your handsome stranger. 

His thick pectorals straining in his shirt as he coughed up more spit and water, trying to grip himself back to reality. 

His eyes straining upwards towards your silhouette, the frame of the sunlight sitting perfectly on your glistening face, your nude form covered in sand as it clung to the beads of water sporadically strewn on your legs and arms. 

“H-hello?” he strained out, taking in your features as you melted in his amber gaze below, his honeyed bellow rippling through your shocked body embracing you in a warmth hotter than the beating sun. 

Your breath left with the tropical winds as you watched him sit up towards you, his chiseled tanned features becoming more human as he gained more consciousness. You felt something you’d only read in storybooks, something you had hoped for, ever since you were a guppy.

You stared at him, watching his chest heave in and out, his rippling arms gathering himself to sit up, his grunted breaths penetrating the sea air over the waves crashing around him. 

“Well good morning to you too, sailor,” you sang out in the most enchanting melody possible, losing yourself in lust as the morning peaked over the palm trees. 

Figuring that you had sentenced yourself to a lifetime of duty to your people, what was the harm in getting at least one romantic fling before heading back to reality? 

And it devoured your body up and down, right in the sandy shores of the Atlantic. 

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(Flip’s POV, in search of Y/N)

The heavy swells of the sea cast over the proud Jolly Roger, relentlessly plowing through the white water in the bright light of an Atlantic morn. The course had been set by the fearless buccaneer in his quest to find his elusive mermaid lover, his focus not wavering even when he laid to rest his eyes at night. 

He filled his head with folktales and legends of the lost city, hoping to find an Easter egg to lead him closer to his precious prize. Every port they landed on, he was nose deep in the libraries, swilling rum to curb his irritation at the exclusivity of information on these folk and where they hid their secrets.

“There has to be something,” he sat in the candlelight, puzzling as he rubbed his ravened mustache, maps and books strewn over his desk, combined with notes he’d added to help or hinder his progress. 

“For fuck’s sake there has to be!” slamming his fist down, throwing the texts on his wooded floor in a thud, rubbing his temples as he filled his cup with another helping of his precious hooch. Slamming a shot or two down with large gulps as he fed the demon brewing within, becoming more and more frustrated at his dwindling expertise. 

He had found treasures buried in the bellies of beasts for God’s sake, been to all corners of the ocean, even dared to look Davey Jones in his squid tentacles and spit on the ground he walked on. It couldn’t be that fucking hard to find his precious scaled dame, who captured his heart and wracked his brain every single day since the moment your sultry eyes met his. 

He got up from his seat, rubbing a hand through his silken waves as he sighed. Taking another swill of his poison to cleanse his dried throat, rubbing his eyes from the headache that had built up in his desperate attempts at finding a sign. 

“I just need to quit for the night,” heavily sighing at his failures, angrily going to remove his effects from his person, his tensed muscles aching as he rubbed the back of his neck in a strained groan. 

“Mmm, fuck,” he growled, stripped down to his skivvies as his half hardened cock waved in the motions of the ebbs and flows of the ship, the pained movements egging the erection to grow harder and harder coupled with his thoughts of you. 

He laid in his chambers, the warm light caressing his freckled skin, showcasing his muscular form as he propped himself to stifle his need for your soft pussy. 

The more he laid staring at the ceiling, the more he conjured up thoughts of you. How perfect your hair glimmered in the warm sunlight, your enchanting eyes swirling in his mind, boring into him as if you had actually been in the room. Your glistening skin that gave off an opalescent hue in the light of the beach that morning, your perfectly pouted lips, begging to be covered in his as you coaxed him to you. 

He laid uncomfortably now, eyes furrowing as he gripped his mast in his thick digits, slipping his wet tip in them to slide the moisture down his veiny shaft, “Y/N,” he whimpered, his mind racing with more images of you that morning, “Y/N please,” begging as he sped up his motions on his throbbing cock. 

Your perfectly plump tits, shimmering on the sand, grit covering parts of your coconut-scented skin, the curve of your ass showcasing your siren charms as you coaxed his mind into his own pleasured memories. 

‘What are you gonna do to me sailor?’ a melodic and enchanting voice ringing through his psyche as he palmed his girth in his hand, his balls tensing as he thought of you and your wiles. 

“Oh fuck darlin’,” he sped up his assault, “I-I’m gonna storm your shores so f-fuckin’ hard,” he groaned, feeling his orgasm build and build on his fantasy of you sand-covered, begging for his cock, “y-you’ll be cummin’ in w-waves on m-my, f-fuck!” he cried out feeling the heat spread over his lower half. 

His motions speeding and squeezing on his Kraken even harder as he finished his thoughts, ‘come on captain,’ you purred, covering your body in more and more sand as it stuck to your glistening curves, ‘blow your load all over me,’ your lips whispering to him as your eyelashes batted in his direction. 

“O-oh f-fuck!” he shouted, his release clouding the image of you as he snapped back to reality. Hot cum spurting in waves as he dumped his wasted spend on his chiseled abs, balls tightening as it cascaded down over his knuckles. 

“M-mother f-fuck,” groaning as he threw his head back into his pillow, feeling the wetness cover his hand as he finished his ministrations, recoiling after it began to feel like too much on his softening cock. 

 He glanced down at the mess, huffing and puffing at the wasted release, shuttering as he saw the amount that had come out of him. He wished it was six feet deep in your velvet cunt. Wished it was dispersing itself in your vacant womb, seeding itself so deep that he’d marked you his forever. 

He shook his head, the ache returning in his temples as he laid there. Completely spent from his quest, wishing you were laying on his chest, smelling your tropical scent on his nostrils. Feeling the kinks and curls of your freshly fucked hair, hearing your sweet breaths escape your lips as he’d try to kiss on them before lulling you to sleep in his chambers. He only wished. 

Suddenly, a series of hasted knocks threw him out of his daydreams, the sound of Ron begging him to open up. 

“Captain! Captain!” he cried, seemingly in distress, as Flip hurried to make himself decent, throwing on his pantaloons and white undershirt, grunting as the knocks came quicker and quicker. 

“Hold the fuck on!” he bellowed, slamming his boots on the wooded floor to kick the books he’d previously thrown from his desk, ready to strangle his mate for disturbing him so late. 

Throwing open the heavy door “what the hell is going on, Ron?” his clearly irritated demeanor causing his buddy to jump back, shying away as his intentions seemed to be overzealous in their action. 

Flip lifted to his full height, crossing his arms to practically cover the doorway, the smallest slivers of light from his room emitting in a halo around his head, huffing his chest to hear what the commotion was about. 

“Uhmmm, Z,” he timidly questioned, not making eye contact with his captain as he knew the second he’d panic knocked, he’d signed a death warrant on himself, “I-I think you need to see this,” leading to the doorway that pulled them on the main deck of the massive ship. 

“See what, Ron?” gritting out as he lumbered behind him, a mixture of puzzled and pissed as he helped him jiggle the latches on the double doors. 

The cool sea air penetrated their faces, the sounds of the waves crashing the hull as it pushed its way in the set course, the night sky spotted with bright stars and a moon that illuminated the entire ocean as his night crew was busy with their chores, raising and lowering the sheets to readjust the direction from the winds. 

Ron led him to the captain’s wheel, being manned by a crewman who had taken Ron’s station for him to alert Flip to the sight. The man scurried away when he saw them approach, Ron gripping the wheel to keep the ship in the right direction as his other hand gripped the telescope laying by the maps given to him. 

“Here,” he gestured, placing the tool in his captain’s hand as he lifted to extend it out to look through, “about two paces to the right from where the ship is headed,” he pointed, to which Flip did as his mate had told him. 

Zeroing in on the spot he’d mentioned, eyes squinting as he took in the scene from the spyglass, “what the fu-?” he adjusted the fine vision on the lens to reveal something he’d never seen before in his life. 

A bright beam of lights, emitting from the horizon, colored in blue and green hues as it danced on the trackless shoreline they were headed. The streams seemed to pulse with life as they danced on the waves, the stars beaming through as the light show continued on and on. 

“What do you think it is?” Ron’s voice, stern but concerned as Flip closed the glass to glance over at him. 

He huffed, stalking over to the maps on the other side, looking at them to see what the answer could possibly be, caressing his goatee as he forked through the latitudes and longitudes. 

Dragging his large index finger over the directions he’d mapped out, looking at landmarks, squinting as the light of the night didn’t help his vision. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the possible answer, shimmering in the light of the moon like a beacon, calling to him like your siren song had rung through his ears that day. 

“This,” he slammed a sausage down, a devilish smirk painting his face as he glazed over the name labeled on the parchment. 

Ron glanced down to notice the name inked on the spot, looking in his direction, noticing his demeanor changed in an instant as he marveled at the map. 

“The Bottom,” he chanted, as he gripped the ship’s wheel, watching Flip snap into action, a frenzy of map tracking and smiles at his traction gained on finding his prize. 

“The Bottom, Ron,” he chuckled, the both of them looking up as the lights grew larger in the sky, seemingly large fingers coaxing the Roger towards it in an enchanting procession. 

“You really think it’s there?” he steered puzzled now as the lights brought them closer and closer, Flip’s eyes beaming with the shadows of them as he was entranced by the thoughts of you in his arms again. 

“Only one way to find out, buddy,” he grinned, placing his buccaneer’s cap on his thick locks, reaching for the bottle that was kept on top of the map. 

Taking a large swig of sweet nectar to let out a huge gasp, rubbing the remainder from his mustache as he tossed the vice to his mate, who took a swig too, aiming the ship still as he gripped the glass. 

“We gotta go to the bottom of that barrel, Ron,” cocking an eyebrow as he prepared his crew for all that would be beyond the lights. 

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WILL HE FIND YOU IN TIME BEFORE YOU’RE SHIPPED OFF TO MARRY ANOTHER UGLY FUCK? 

FIND OUT ON THE NEXT INSTALLMENT OF BLOWHOLE AND HIS SIREN LOVE!

🖤,

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Keeping it Quiet - An OhmFong fic

Finally filled this ‘secret dating’ prompt for the anon! I am still not over this pairing so.. enjoy!

Summary: Four times Ohm and Fong almost revealed that they were dating in secret and one time that they did…. 

Featuring a wise Earn, a drunk Phuak, a clueless Tine, love bites and a kissing booth.

1.

It was Phuak’s going away party and Ohm and Fong had been dating officially for about a month. They had always been an inevitability but since it was so new to both of them, they wanted to keep their relationship to themselves for the time being.

They were meant to be celebrating Phuak’s departure for his studying abroad trip but Ohm couldn’t help but bring along a monthversary gift for Fong as well. It was something small so he was able to conceal it quite easily until he and Fong finally had a moment alone.

At the height of the party, Ohm dragged Fong into Phuak’s bedroom and closed the door behind them. Fong gave him a questioning look but followed anyway, unsure of where he was being led. Once they were sure that they were alone, Ohm pulled out a small wrapped parcel and handed it to Fong.

“What is this?” Fong wondered and looked up at Ohm with wide eyes. “Is this something for Phuak?”

“Nope. It’s for you.” Ohm muttered shyly. “Today marks a month of us being together.”

“Ohm, you are ridiculously sappy.” Fong accused with a grin on his lips. “I love it.”

“Open it.” Ohm urged, eyeing the present anxiously.

Fong obeyed Ohm’s order and gingerly unwrapped the package, being sure not to rip the wrapping paper. Ohm bit his lip in anticipation as Fong opened up the box that held the necklace that he had purchased for Fong. It was a simple silver chain with a dangling bar that read ‘F+O’ on the side that would face Fong’s heart.

Upon reading the inscription, Fong whispered, “I love it, Ohm. Thank you so much. Can you help me put it on?”

Fong turned and Ohm helped to put the chain around Fong’s neck. Fong tucked it under his t-shirt and turned back to face Ohm. “I feel guilty that I didn’t get you anything.”

“Knowing you are wearing that is the perfect gift.” Ohm hummed with satisfaction. He was about to lean down to kiss Fong when someone came barging into the room.

“What are you two doing in here?” Phuak slurred as he stumbled into the room.

Though it was not as if they were being caught in the act, both Ohm and Fong froze as Phuak approached them and threw his arms around both of their shoulders. He was completely drunk and Phuak was not exactly perceptive on a good day so it didn’t seem like he had any sense that something was going on between Ohm and Fong.

“We were just, uh, reminiscing.” Fong responded lamely and Phuak seemed satisfied with the answer.

He nodded before pressing a sloppy kiss to both Ohm and Fong’s cheeks. “I love you guys. I’m going to miss you so much… are you guys going to be okay without me?”

“We love you too, man.” Ohm reached behind Phuak and squeezed Fong’s wrist with a fond look in his eyes. “As much as I think we’re going to miss you, I think we’re going to be just fine.”

2.

The whole gang was at a CtrlS concert when Sarawat winked at Tine from the stage. Everyone was dancing and having a great time and Tine waved back at his boyfriend. Fong saw this and felt a bit jealous about the fact that Sarawat and Tine could be so open about their affection while he and Ohm were still choosing to keep their relationship under wraps fro the time being. They wanted to see where things would go but Fong could not wait to be able to hold Ohm’s hand in public without worrying about his friends noticing.

Ohm looked at Fong and could tell that Fong was deeply thinking through something as Fong’s brow was furrowed in thought. Tine, Man and Boss were in the throws of an epic dance party so he felt emboldened enough to reach over and squeeze Fong’s hand with his own. It was over before it even started but the look of relief from Fong was well worth the risk.

“You know that I am ready to tell everyone whenever you are.” Ohm shared and Fong nodded appreciatively.

“Tell everyone what?”

Ohm and Fong prickled when they heard the question come from behind them. Green had posed the question and Dim was standing there with an arched brow as well. Ohm and Fong exchanged a look before Fong blurted, “Uh, tell them how ridiculous they look dancing like that!”

Green narrowed his eyes, clearly suspicious but Dim shrugged it off, convinced. Dim wandered off to join the dance circle and Green followed behind shortly but not before giving them another suspicious look before joining the rest of the group.

As soon as they were left alone, Ohm gave Fong an apologetic look and Fong gave him an understanding look. They were going to have to decide sooner rather than later to tell the group because keeping a secret like this was starting to weigh on the pair of them.

3.

“So, have long have you and Ohm been together?” Earn asked casually one night at L C Hol.

Fong turned to her immediately and whispered, “How did you know? We haven’t exactly told anyone.”

Earn’s eyes widened in surprise at this. She never really understood why people decided to keep things like relationship a secret but she obviously respected her friends enough not to blow it. She looked over at Ohm who was sitting further down the table and he smiled back at her and  Fong.

“Sorry.” Earn answered, keeping her tone lowered. “I don’t mean this to be rude or anything but.. it’s kind of obvious that you guys are together, at least to me. You can tell by the way that the two of you look at each other. It’s the same as how I look at Pear.”

“You and Pear are a thing?” Fong sputtered, completely thrown off by Earn’s words.

Earn chuckled at how oblivious Fong was. “Yeah, we’ve been girlfriends for almost a year. I guess you’re about as perceptive as Boss because he tried to ask her out a few months ago. Needless to say, we set him straight about the viability of that endeavour. I guess maybe you don’t have to worry about any of the guys finding out if you all are like this…”

“As much of an insult as that is, it’s kind of a relief to hear.” Fong relaxed slightly. “We’ll tell people when we’re ready.”

“There’s no rush.” Earn shared supportively, putting one hand on Fong’s shoulder in a comforting gesture.

“When did you know that you and Pear were ready to tell people?” Fong wondered, feeling a bit self-conscious but still wanting to know the answer.

Earn considered this for a moment before responding, “I think you will just know. It won’t feel like you need to hide it anymore and second guess anything. But, honestly, it’s nobody’s business who you are dating and if you two aren’t ready, then keep it to yourselves. Being in a relationship is such a personal thing. You don’t owe it to the world to the share every last part of yourself. Do what you need to do to feel happy with the person that you love. Nobody is going to judge you for taking your time to share it with others.”

“Thank you, Earn.” Fong shared and wanted to hug her with all his might.

“You look like you could use a hug.” Earn opened her arms wide.

Fong accepted the hug without a second thought and couldn’t wait to tell Ohm later that night about what had happened.

4.

“I don’t want to go to class.” Ohm complained, his head resting on Fong’s chest as they both lounged on Fong’s bed.

“Well, no boyfriend of mine is not going to be a slacker.” Fong shared, trying to sit up but the weight of Ohm’s head kept his pinned to the bed.

Ohm flipped himself so he could look at Fong and wrapped his arms around Fong, trapping him even more. “It’s just one class. Come on, let’s just stay here for a few more minutes. Pleaaaaaaaase?”

As tempting as it was to spend the rest of the afternoon lying in bed with Ohm, they had a project due that day and Tine was relying on them to show up. Fong flailed around and tried to wriggle out of Ohm’s grasp but Ohm just tightened his hold on Fong.

“Ohhhhhmmmm! Let me go!” Fong cried out in protest. “Don’t make me bite you.”

“Go ahead.” Ohm shared casually. “Maybe I’ll be into it. It’s never too late to discover a new kink.”

“Seriously, how old are you?” Fong rolled his eyes and Ohm laughed fondly at the reaction.

Ohm pressed a kiss to Fong’s cheek and nuzzled his face into the crook of Fong’s neck, dropping kisses there as well. As much as it was difficult to resist Ohm’s kisses, Fong’s need to keep a perfect attendance record outweighed the current situation. Fong poked Ohm in the side which caused Ohm’s arms to release enough for Fong to make his escape.

Fong immediately ran from the bed an slipped on his shoes, slinging his book bag over his shoulder. Ohm chased after him, laughing all the way until they were running through the halls of the dorm to make their way to class, Ohm hot on Fong’s heels.

Once they got to class, both of them looked ridiculously dishevelled. Tine gave them a relieved look when he saw that they had made it. He remarked, “Took you two idiots long enough. I thought I was going to have to do this presentation alone.”

Ohm and Fong shrugged apologetically. Tine narrowed his eyes at Fong and asked, “Do you have a love bite on your neck?”

Fong’s hand flew up to his neck and he pulled his collar up, hie cheeks burning with a blush. Ohm just smirked and said, “That’s why we were late. Fong got attacked by a swarm of mosquitoes so we had to run to the store to get some medication before class.”

“Oh…” Tine answered, although he did not seem thoroughly convinced with the answer.

Thankfully, Tine did not have time to question it any further as the professor walked in to start the class. Fong elbowed Ohm in the ribs but Ohm just continued to grin proudly.

5.

The music club was hosting a fundraiser carnival and everyone had pitched in to help set it up the booths. Tine, as the secretary, had enlisted Ohm and Fong to set up and run the kissing booth. There was a list of freshmen who were signed up in shifts to be the ‘kissers’ so all that Ohm and Fong had to do was take the tickets.

Aside from the screaming girls, the booth was running smoothly until one of the freshmen did not show up for their shift. Fong, in a panic at the ever-growing mob of angry people who were expecting a kiss, called Tine over to figure out what to do.

“What the hell should we do? One of your volunteers didn’t show up.” Fong muttered to Tine, trying to be discrete as Ohm attempted to satiate the frustration of the people in line. “It looks they’re about to revolt if we don’t do something quick.”

Tine checked through the schedule on his clipboard and frowned, “Everyone else is busy right now. Ohm or you will have to jump in for the time being until I can figure someone else to jump in. You guys are both single so it won’t be an issue, right?”

The idea of someone else kissing his boyfriend made Fong feel ill. He assumed that Ohm would feel the same way but he didn’t feel like it was the right time to tell Tine about their relationship without at least consulting Ohm first.

“N-no.” Fong stammered. “That’s fine.”

“Sorry, Fong. I’ve got to run. Green just set fire to the barbecue.” Tine rushed away before Fong could object. “I’ll send someone over as soon I can!”

Fong groaned before returning to the booth and leaning in to whisper to Ohm. “One of us has to step in…. I can do it if you want…”

“Ohm’s eyes widened in surprise before he stood up to his feet and walked to inside the kissing booth, plopping himself down on the stool. “I’ve got it.”

The entire line cheered with excitement as Fong felt a wave of nausea roll through him. He hated the idea of a complete stranger kissing his boyfriend but, without outing their relationship, there was nothing he could do. He knew Ohm was doing it because he didn’t want Fong to so Fong forgave him as he took the first ticket from an extremely excited girl.

Fong watched as she approached Ohm and sat on the stool across from him. She closed her eyes and began to lean in. Ohm looked at Fong and mouthed ‘sorry’ before turning his attention back to the girl.

Before he registered what was happening, Fong found himself standing between the girl and Ohm. The girl was no kissing his stomach and he was sure it made for a bizarre image to any outsiders. Ohm gave him an amused look and the girl pulled back in surprise.

“Uh, sorry.” Fong muttered, “But I can’t let you kiss him.”

The girl furrowed her brow, “Why? I paid the money. Shouldn’t I get the kiss?”

“He’s taken.” Fong explained and turned toward Ohm who was looking at him with a steady gaze.

“By who?” The girl protested, growing more and more upset by the situation.

“Me. Actually.” Fong shared and the girl stood up and countered, “I don’t believe you. Kiss him if he’s actually your boyfriend.”

Without missing a beat, Ohm stood up, directed Fong’s shoulders to face him and pulled Fong in for a kiss. The girl stumbled back in surprise but Fong and Ohm were too wrapped up in the kiss to give it a second thought.

They both melted into the kiss and were somewhat exhilarated by the fact that they were display their love for each other so publicly. Finally they could be themselves without constantly worrying about what others thought and might read into their every interaction. It was incredibly freeing.

When they finally separated after what felt like an eternity, they heard a small crowd cheering in support of them. Ohm and Fong turned out to see Tine, Wat, Earn, Pear, Dim, Green, Man, and Boss cheering them on. Some of them look surprised by the kiss but most of them just looked extremely happy for Ohm and Fong.

Ohm took Fong’s hand and turned to the girl, “Sorry, uh, there will probably be someone here soon that you can kiss.”

“You two are so sweet. Sorry for giving you trouble.” She responded before rushing back to the front of the line where her friends were gushing with excitement.

Ohm and Fong approached their group of friends. Earn was beaming at Ohm and Fong proudly and Tine was looking a little dejected, “Why didn’t you guys tell us sooner?”

Pear elbowed Tine in the ribs and he winced. She scolded, “This is NOT about you, Tine. They needed to take their time and so, they did.”

“Thanks, Pear. Yah, we just wanted to keep things between us for a while as we figured it out.” Fong explained, squeezing Ohm’s hand.

“Sorry for making it about me.” Tine stated. “I think you make a great pair. It kind of just makes sense.”

“You guys look great together.” Sarawat chimed in with a small smile.

Fong blushed deeply and Ohm slung his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder, proud that they could be so open with their relationship now. Ohm responded, “Thanks.”

“We still need someone to be in the kissing booth.” Tine piped up, flipping through his schedule again to see if anyone was free. “The only single person here is Boss and he is… already in the kissing booth working his ‘magic’.”

The group all turned to see Boss making kissy faces at the lineup as he sat in the booth, waiting for his first victim. Everyone shared a laugh at this and Ohm and Fong were just happy how normal everything felt.

Nothing had changed… In the best possible way.