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simpfr · 1 year

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There isn't enough of him.

I love this lil guy even though i haven't watched the movie yet and I can't find any fanfics of him? Not even on ao3 dude. So I'm gonna do it myself. Correct me if i make mistakes or if he's out of character.

I wish you knew.

Part 1.

"You don't think that's weird, do you?" he asked with worry in his voice as he looked you deep in the eye, searching for the slightest twitch or look of of disgust to confirm that you did in fact, think it was weird.

He just confessed his undying love for one of your friends, gayatri, and how he would stare at her constantly while admiring her every move from afar. Her smile, the way she talks, everything.

But, what he wasn't aware of, was that you already knew all of that and how it saddened you to know that you really never stood a chance of capturing his heart for it was already in the hands of someone far better than you.

Oh how you much you wish he would think of you like that instead.

You couldn't help but crack a smile out of both sorrow and jealousy, "of course not. I would've been a fool to not have realized that months ago."

"Wait what... YOU KNEW??" he exclaimed while crawling over to your side of the bed to hold your shoulders in a tight grasp.

With the way he was acting you would've thought i confessed to being a master mind behind a mass genocide.

"Well, who wouldn't be able to recognize that luxurious hair of yours nearly everywhere they go?" you sassed while rolling your eyes playfully to which he smiled at.

"Should've followed y'all with a bald cap on then."

was it wrong that you liked how close he was to you right now? If only you leaned in a little closer so you could—

"Oh no, You don't think she realized too do you!?" dang it.

with a long sigh, you answered, "No pavitr, I- she's as busy as bee. She doesn't have time to look around her surroundings and look at people."

for a split moment, it looked as if he had something to say but decided to go against it and just nod instead.

Nothing after was said. Just pure silence that was neither comfortable or awkward. A loud beep came from his watch he for some reason randomly got three months ago as a disappointed look arose upon his face.

"Uh, I gotta go. Remember to close the door and leave the key in the machine, okay?" he smiled before leaving with a bag in hand not giving you the opportunity to respond.

"Sure." you said to..well, technically the door.

Surprisingly, you didn't end up leaving but instead ended up accidentally falling asleep which, in your mind, was considered disrespectful but it's not like you did it on purpose.

You got out of his bed and remade it before proceeding to clean the house as a way of saying "sorry for over staying my stay". Pavitr was a tidy person so there wasn't much of a mess in the first place and it made you finish right in time to hear a crash from inside the hall.

Quickly, you grabbed the most damage doing item, which was ironically a bat, and began to approach the room.

"Shit. I really did a number on myself this time.." the voice you guessed belonged to whoever cause the loud bang before said. Wait was it—

"Pavitr?..." the boy looked at you in shock, face fully appalled as if he was caught in the midst of committing a crime.

He had cuts and bruises everywhere while his breath was clearly unsteady making you even more concerned than you were before.

"Are you okay!??!" you exclaimed as you rush towards him dropping the bat in your hand as you did so. you began looking all over him for more injuries that you haven't seen while asking questions like, "who did this?" "does it hurt?" and not before long you realize he had a deep gash on his left cheek.

You carefully placed your hand behind it, rubbing the area to cease the pain, "you aren't in a gang, Are you?" the question was dumb and naive yet you still asked, and to that he let out a heart filled laugh as he placed his hand over yours, "I'm fine, and no I'm not in a gang, y/n." he gave your hand a quick squeeze before placing back to your side.

"Are you sure? You look like you've been working out a lot..."

What you said didn't click for a hot minute before, boom.

You wanted to off yourself.

And of course, the boy who you complimented had the most cockiest smirk known to man on his face, "that's where your mind was at?"

Not even bothering to explain yourself, you went for the first kid and returned.

"Sit."

He compiled without a fight, probably exhausted from the standing up for so long after already being tired.

And with that, you began to work your magic.

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You ended up cuddling after you both took a shower (not together) and pavitr immediately fell asleep while you were caught up with your thoughts.

Does anything I do make him feel like i do whenever he does something?

Does what we're doing right now make him as flustered as I am?

Did anything I do matter?

Truthfully, you wanted the fact you did what you did to consume his mind and make him feel the way you do for him which could be admitted as...weird.

You just wanted your feelings to be returned, was that too much to ask for?

You couldn't help but stare and admire his features and the way the dim moonlight blocked by the curtains complimented his features so well.

"I wish you knew."

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Part 2

#spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x reader #pavitr my beloved #romance #x reader #pavitr x you #pavitr prabhakar x reader #light angst #fluff

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shares-a-vest · 10 months

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'i have writer's block', i say as i go back to a little ficlet i've had sitting in my drafts for months and immediately turn into 1.4k...

Summer, 1995

Wayne Munson's hearing isn't what it used to be, but he is almost certain he can hear a steady stream of cooing sounds coming from Eddie's bedroom.

He frowns and looks at his watch.

It's only 6:30am.

He yawns at the early hour as he shuffles to the kitchen for his prized coffee pot. And gosh darn it, he thinks. He really didn't want to be on a shiftwork sleep schedule while the boys are visiting with his granddaughter.

"Joanie-Bear..."

"Joanie-Bolonge..."

Yep – that is definitely Eddie with one of his silly pet names and a high-pitched sing-song voice.

Wayne can't help but stifle a chuckle as he fetches a clean mug from the drying rack on the sink. He's never known Eddie to wake up this early. Not even back when Steve moved in with his militant morning routine of jogging-showering-breakfast, all before Eddie's third alarm finally rustled him semi-conscious.

He sets his mug down with a clang on the bench as the incessant beeping of Eddie's blasted wristwatch sounds through his waning eardrums. He wishes he'd never bought the thing (in his futile efforts to make his nephew punctual) in the first place.

But the distant memory of Eddie's useless watch is quickly replaced with the disgruntled wailing of Joanie – a living, breathing tiny-human alarm that will surely be more than effective in getting his nephew up at a decent hour. For the next few years, at least.

He foregoes a courteous knock and opens the bedroom door to find Eddie sitting at the end of the bed with Steve in his lap as they both look into the crib that contains the source of the ruckus.

"What are you boys doing?" Wayne asks with fond amusement.

"Saying good morning to the light of our lives," Steve says, all syrupy-sweet as he reaches down and makes a shushing noise.

Wayne steps closer, smiling as he catches sight of his granddaughter.

"Hey, darling."

Joanie smiles so wide her eyes crinkle up, cheeks growing rosier as she kicks her feet with such vigour she could tear straight through her yellow onesie.

"We were basking in the peace and quiet," Eddie explains with an adoring sigh, "Gotta relish it before this little bean starts going about her busy day of toddling, talking and getting stinky."

"Talking?" Wayne is very much aware he sounds disappointed.

"Bee-shabba-fur," Eddie turns to Steve with complete seriousness, punctuating his babble-talk with a hand flourish.

"Eepa-nann-ca," Steve agrees, nodding up at Wayne like he is supposed to chime in.

He smiles, "I don't think you should be accusing anyone of being stinky, Eddie. I remember you at her age all too clearly."

His nephew frowns and hides behind Steve's shoulder to shield himself from any more barbs, even though his boy claps a hand over his own mouth to contain his laughter.

"A... app-ess," Joanie babbles and excitedly kicks her feet again.

"That means applesauce," Steve nods as Joanie starts grumbling again and makes grabby hands in the air.

"Looks like she's expecting that applesauce right now," he warns the pair as he scoops her up.

"But – " Steve protests.

"Shh," Eddie cuts him off as his eyes get all droopy, "Let him take her."

Wayne rolls his eyes.

Alright, so maybe Eddie still isn't a morning person. Parenthood has just forced it on him.

"Come on, kid," he says as his granddaughter cranes her neck to look out expectantly at the kitchen.

Although he is thrilled to have a whole two weeks with the boys and Joanie, the trio being back in Hawkins means that Wayne has to share them with others, including the Hendersons. Call him selfish, but he'd much prefer to just stay at home all day than pack half the house into the car for the short trip across town for lunch.

As Steve opens the car door to sit with Joanie, she grumbles and squirms, whipping her head about. Wayne dips his head to get a look at the fuss she beams, making an eh noise at the sight of him. He barks a laugh as she swivels to look at her father, her hair fashioned into two not-so-small buns giving her a disproportionate bobblehead.

"You want Pa to sit with you?" Steve asks the kid.

She shoots Steve a look like she is desperate for him to vacate the seat.

"You drive," Wayne nods, ensuring they arrange something before Eddie insists on driving.

He really doesn't feel like getting car sick before a Claudia Henderson-catered lunch.

With Steve safely driving, and Eddie being distracted by some local council drama playing out over the talk-back hour on the radio, Wayne can relax.

That is until he feels a little paw clawing at his hand.

"You wanna hold my hand," he asks Joanie as he offers his palm.

"Eh-ep...ish," she stutters out all spittle-filled.

"That means 'yes please'," Eddie chimes, leaning into the crackling radio as he scoffs at the disc jockey's quip.

Wayne chuckles, "Figured that."

He looks down to find Joanie now tracing the many lines on his palm. She's in a state of deep concentration, leaning as far forward as her car seat straps will allow as she goes.

She soon takes his thumb in her hand, clenching her fist around it as she grows tired, most likely due to the bumps in the road interrupting her tracing game rather than any actual sleepiness. Wayne can feel her soft fingertips press against the callous on his knuckle. She freezes and unfurls her hand to examine it.

She looks up with the same confused frown Eddie always had as a kid, her big brown eyes clearly expressing thoughts that she can't yet put into words. But she is most definitely thinking away in that little noggin.

She presses her forefinger to the callous to poke at it.

"Got a lot of those, I'm afraid," he explains, "Too tough for your hands."

She looks him over, eyes darting about as she opens her mouth like she is readying herself to respond.

For a moment, he thinks she might not have a damn clue, but then she takes his thumb again and pulls it close. He has to shift a little so his hand isn't twisting on the edge of the baby seat but sure enough, Joanie holds his hand for the remainder of the ride.

When they reach the Hendersons, Claudia announces she already has lunch well underway. She and Wayne think alike when Joanie is around. Rush through all that boring grown-up stuff to get straight to playtime with the kid.

Steve is going about his usual routine, carrying his daughter around the house to give her a tour while the others make the finishing touches on lunch.

Though Wayne is sure Eddie and Dustin are each sneaking samples and more getting in the way than actually helping. He smirks at the sound of something clanging in the kitchen and Claudia giving a scolding, "Dusty!" as he rounds the corner to the dining room.

Steve is walking around the table with Joanie in his arms, counting the chairs aloud. But Joanie isn't listening. She spots Wayne and beams.

"Pa!"

His heart stops – or maybe it swells.

Joanie outstretches her hands as she tries to wiggle out of her father's grip. And Steve, the poor boy, looks shell-shocked. He blinks, eyes as wide as Claudia's special-occasion dinner plates.

"Eh-Eddie!" Steve half stutters, half shrieks as tears begin to well up.

"What, what, what?" his nephew panics, walking in from the kitchen cradling a gravy boat like his hands are too full for anything else.

He walks right up to Steve and practically hooks his chin on his shoulder. Eddie frowns at his partner. And Joanie just keeps squirming, now turning her attention to her father.

"Pa!" she whines through a frustrated little hiccup as she points across the room.

Eddie yelps and cups a hand over his mouth.

Thankfully, Wayne doesn't hear the sound of the gravy boat dropping onto the freshly-vacuumed carpet. He doesn't even look to make sure. He's far too focused on his granddaughter.

"She said her first word," Steve whispers like he has a frog in his throat.

Joanie did say her first word.

Wayne's granddaughter said her first word.

And her first word referred to him.

Her Pa.

His bottom lip wobbles as they lock eyes once more.

But the moment is short-lived as the kid resumes wriggling about, pushing against Steve's possessive hold with some real force this time as she balls up a fistful of her father's pale blue polo shirt.

"Pa!" she dry-sobs.

Wayne shakes his head and steps forward. He'll have to save the serious emotions and a doting session with the boys for later if they want to avoid a catastrophic meltdown right now. He beams as he rushes the couple of strides it takes to reach his cranky granddaughter, who remains completely unaware of the marvel that has everyone at a useless standstill.

"Better do as she says," he laughs, taking her from Steve.

The boy has no choice but to give her up.

Joanie almost jumps into his embrace as she hooks her arms in a vice-like grip around his neck. Wayne looks at the boys, apologetic as he bounces his granddaughter.

Not that she needs settling now, anyway.

More of this au HERE

#haven't written something for this au for a while #woke up at 4am and decided to finish this #steddie as girl-dads #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #wayne munson #claudia henderson #dustin henderson #lily writes a fic

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 6 months

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o.k I am a fan of bruce wayne/batman, so i would like you to write where bruce wayne has a short-size bossy assistant, reader who knew about his batman vigilante secret and he has a secret crush on him. She teased him, one day wearing a short skirt in a hot summer, made him want to bang her against the office table

The Proposal

So estastic to finally have a night off work, I enthusiastically hum while the evening news plays low in the background as I put the finishing touches on my look. Running my fingers through my long, soft, dark tresses, I twist left and right to asses my sultry outfit through the body length mirror on the wall of my bedroom. I do one spin, then another, smirking at the way my mini skirt barely covers my plump chocolate rear.

I cannot believe Bruce is actually gonna let me outta his sight for more than 2 seconds. It's a God damn miracle and I plan on shakin my ass with my girls all night while sippin the fruitiest dranks I can buy. That is till I hear my phone vibrate and beep from my vanity beside me, notifying me of an incoming text. Hmm.. Need I guess who the fuck that is? I roll my eyes as I grab my phone and see a text from Bruce Wayne tellin, not askin, me to come do his bidding.

Bruce: Hey, honey. Come by the office round 10 tonight and drop of the proposal we've been working on.

Seriously? It was my first night off in 2 weeks and here's comes the infamous Batman, swoopin in to destroy my plans. So, his sexy ass refuses to fuck me and release the tension from years of workin under him but not letting me actually be under him- yet commands I wait on him hand and foot.

My eyes almost tear up from the immediate disappointment and frustration I feel. Not being dicked down in over a year was making my need for a good fuck damn near animalistic. The concept of a fun evening with the possibility of gettin some dick, since Bruce's fine ass ignored each and every one of my filthy advances, is now completely ruined; makes me have to take a deep breath before I pick up my glitter encased cellphone.

Me: Whyyyy? This is the only night I have off for like another couple of weeks and I have plans. Can't you reschedule?

His response back is lighting fast and I can't help but give a small giggle as I imagine his sexy stern ass all frowned up, nostrils flaring at the prospect of me not givin in to his demands instantly. Bruce isn't the kinda man that likes to be told no. Plus, the proposal we'd recently been working on was imperative to the deal he was currently trying to close. Still, I wouldn't be me if I didn't turn into a full blown brat with him for impeding my plans.

Bruce: Late night meeting, no cannot reschedule. Also, thought you said you were staying home tonight..

Me: Omfg Bruce. My girls begged me to go out tonight so I changed my mind! Didn't know I had to goddamn call and let you know.

Jesus did this man have to always interrogate me on every aspect of my life? He knows everything about me- though it was fair to say I knew him almost as well as Alfred. And it was kinda exciting to secretly know about his extracurricular activities, even if that had less to do with any honesty on his part and more to do with my snoopy ass overhearing a heated conversation between him and his long time friend about hanging up the the towel.

Bruce: Well now you know, sweetheart. What time will you be here?

Condescending bastard! He really never has a doubt that he can bend me to his every whim and normally he fucking can but it's time to get a rile outta him.

Me: Well if I gotta cancel my plans to get some fuckin dick tonight then I think I'll take my sweet fuckin time!

His response isn't as quick this time but it's short enough to know I ticked him off. Serves him right, his 'I can't have you but nobody else can' attitude was tiring.

Bruce: You have 15 minutes.

I roll my eyes at his attempt to scare me as I pull up the Uber app and tap in his office's address. Before I can confirm I hear a firm knock on my apartments front door and Alfred's voice speaking loudly from the other side.

"Ms. y/l/n, Mr. Wayne has sent me to come get you. I've recently been updated that he's in no mood to be kept waiting."

Uh oh, perhaps I should've thought this through. I'm not sure how mad he is or what he'll say when he sees me and now I'm directly and knowingly heading into to the lions cage.

"Coming!" I yell back, grabbing the file from drawer and heading for the door.

30 mins later

I exit the elevator and quickly rush to the where Bruce waits for me, catching a glimpse of my reflection through the glass walls of the other conference rooms. I wish I had time to change the skimpy outfit adorning my frame, doing nothing to contain my juicy ass cheeks as I lightly jog to the room where the meetings being held.

I don't bother knocking, quickly entering the room silently. Walking up behind Bruce sitting like a king at the end of the table as he talks on his cellphone, leaning back lazily in his chair with spread legs. His hips flex in his crisp midnight blue suit as he readjusts himself in his seat. The hefty bulge between his legs draws my eyes for a hot second as he spins slowly in his chair to look at me.

It's as if in an instant he's hungry, eyes sharply roving over every inch of me as he licks his lips sensually. He openly stares at the way my mini skirt barely covers my bottom, how my sheer top does nothing to hide my puckered nipples. The loud expletive he groans out as he eyefucks me goes straight to my empty core, has my abandoned, untouched little hole fluttering as I start to get wet.

"Nah I'm good, stomache ache. Let them know who you're here for when you arrive and someone will let you up. We can go over the proposal and see if you agree to the terms."

Bruce hangs up and sets his phone on the long light brown table that stretches across the room as he looks at me slowly from head to toe; wide dark brown eyes that linger at my plump tits and curvy hips. His mouth open and closes a few times, his shoulders now tense as hell as he sits stiff in his seat and stares at my outfit.

"You really are a fuckin brat, you know that? Did I not fuckin tell you to be here in 15?" He snarls at me, quickly standing to grab the file from between my fingers and toss it next to his phone.

The aggressive action has me swiftly backing up, not being able to take more than few steps before my back hits the wall. Absolutely shocked at the way he stalks towards me, arm quickly stretching out to grip my throat. One of his thick eyebrows remain raised as he waits for me to respond.

"I'm sor- sorry, sir. Traffic-" I stutter out, voice low.

"Yeah the fuck right, dont gimme that bullshit. We both know you think you can say and do whatever the fuck you want with me and I'm not into that, sweetheart. Unless you count me enjoyin punishing your pretty ass for it." He tells me, leaning so close that the tips of our noses almost touch.

My heart pounds as his hand squeezes a bit firmer at my neck, the other smoothing down the side of my tits and torso to my hips and thick brown thighs. The bulky protrusion between his legs presses against my center, makin me weakly grasp at his suit jacket as I lewdly hump at him.

"You look so damn gorgeous rubbing against me like this. Almost distracts me from the fact that you left your house dressed like a fuckin whore."

The mean words and sharp smack to the inside of my thigh makes me yelp his name pathetically; has me spreading my legs as I try to fuck him through his clothing, already so damn close to beggin him to touch me. The sting of the slap is so welcoming, has my eyes and pussy simultaneously getting wet.

"Look at you, tiny little fuckin skirt.. Bet you woulda showed off all my fuckin curves tonight huh? Would done more than that. What didcha say earlier? You had plans to get some dick tonight?" He asks me, pressing me closer between him and the wall.

Bruce smells so fuckin good, the clean smell of a fresh shower and his Burberry cologne mixing deliciously. That plus the shock of his abrasive approach quickly culminates into wanton need. I can't care that I'm already rendered speechless, that I can only gasp for air like a fish outta water at his filthy words.

"You sure fuckin do. But now you wanna be quiet, cant even answer cause your slidin that little pussy allover my lap. Now you wanna act like your my good girl. Actin like your nothing more than my own little slut. Cant take you constantly goading me into fucking you whenever you see me. I can't goddamn take it anymore!"

He lets go of my throat to drop to his knees and lift my mini skirt up. Doesn't waste a second pulling my silky baby blue thong to the side and slurping at the opening of my pussy. I wail as he messily licks inside of me, his tongue jabbing repeatedly to get inside. Nails of both hands scratching at the wall behind me, I come unglued at the intense pleasure he suddenly forces on me.

"Plee- ahhh! P-pleeeeeea-se! Haah, uhnuhnuhnuhn Bru- ah!!" I stutter out my pleasure as I look down and meet his eyes.

The way he takes me in as he devours has me trembling even more against his mouth. As much as I need this, I'm too fucking sensitive. From the way Bruce stares as he eats me it's obvious he knows; is fucking using it to his advantage as his grips each of my ass cheeks and pulls me onto his mouth and fucks me with his tongue as deep as he can. His filthy moans about how good I taste but how bad I am are muffled against my cunt.

His right hand slides down my smooth brown skin, rubbing and groping my thick thighs. He sensually massages down my leg to my calf before slowly making his way back up to my clenched cheeks. A hard smack resonates through me and I shove upwards off his mouth from the impact. His answering growl as he pulls me backs down is clear: don't fucking pull away again.

"Toomuch! Ohohoh pleeeeeeease Bruce!"

He sends me into a blissful spiral, the intense sensation spiking in my core. I'm begging for the torture to end, for him to make me cum. But he only wiggles his tongue inside me widly as he moves his hands to my pussy lips and spreads them wider so he can get deeper.

My eyes must be at the back of my skull from the force of how they roll eye back. I wordlessly plead for reprieve, which he seems to only delight in. He chuckles heartily into the pink of me as he leers at my tits jiggling underneath my shirt.

I'm sure my souls about to rip out my body when I feel his thumb lightly swipe at my throbbing clit once. The tumultuous orgasm tumbling to the surface frightens me, has me seriously doubting my endurance to take it. So it's no fault of mine that I tug at my bosses short brown locks, ripping his swollen lips from my frantically pulsating pussy. He stares at me through narrowed eyes, his straight nose inna prominent snarl as I apologize profusely.

"Imsorryi'msorryi'msorry!" I rush out with heavy breaths and a heaving chest.

"No the fuck you're not, goddamn brat." He spits out as he stands and lifts me up against his strong chest with hands to the back of my thighs.

Walking me to the conference table, Bruce's sits me down atop it. He says nothing, towering above me as he looks down at while unbuckling his belt. His stare is lecherous while unbottoms his pants, so god damn domineering as he pulls out his twitching monster cock and presses it through the wetness between my legs.

It's not gonna fit, no way it'll fit. His dick is to thick, somehow his tip flaring out to become even wider. It's fuckin scary and thats without describing the girthy shaft. Still, I moan at the breathtaking feeling of him tappin the head at my opening. Even though my sweaty body is tense, my insides quiver rapidly hoping to catch his tip.

"I have a proposal for you too, y/n.." He leans in close to whisper against my lips, blocking me from the view of his fat cock at my entrance. "Your gonna take this dick like a good girl and I might not fuck your pretty little mouth and bust down your throat till your unconscious. You agree to the terms?"

I nod slowly, helplessly, my gaze briefly straying to his swollen mouth. Knowing how he ate me moments before and the way he damn near pins me to the table now that he's not letting me go till he's done.

"Look at you being a good girl for once." He compliments, smacking my sensitive clit with his rigid dick over and over.

My eyes roll back as I shout Bruce's name repeatedly, feeling my orgasm race back to the surface with double the intensity. My frame shakes like a leaf underneath him as my back arches and I dig my nails into the wood table beneath me. My mean ass boss only slaps his dick at my pulsing little gem quicker, drinking in my frantic reaction.

He greedily soaks in my pitiful body in the throes of the best orgasm I've ever received. The smile on his face is sinister, so damn dangerous as he replaces his dick with his thumb, sliding the head of his dick to my opening and shoving between my drenched, unprepared fluttering walls.

Time almost seems to stand still, as my lids fly open and I choke, trying and failing to pull in a gasping breaths against his pretty pink lips as he bullies his cock into my pussy while I'm still cumming. He groans like a wounded animal and I'm fucking alarmed that he actually gets in on the first push, though no explanation is needed for the unbearable pressure weighing in my gut.

My legs kick out behind him uncontrollably while I grip onto his suit jacket for dear life and stare at him with big teary eyes. Try as I might to inch off Bruce's cock by scooting backwards, I don't get very far before he's gripping me and pullin me back onto his leaking dick by my neck again.

"Keep. Fuckin. Still!"

Each word accentuated by him sliding in and out of my little hole. His other hand holds himself above me as he fucks into me roughly. My head thrashes side to side as I apologize nonstop. Hair from my two buns loosens and falls, sticking to the perspiration on my face.

"Oooooooh fuck, I can't believe I waited so loooong! Ah, ah, ah, pussyfeelssogood! Uhn, fuck y/n! Not gonna last, too damn tight.. so weeet! Haaaaah!"

His cock digs deep, finally in a bit more than half way as he pumps into me ferociously. It's so fuckin amazing, nothings ever felt so good, so intense. I light years beyond coherence as drool unknowingly seeps from the corner of my mouth as I share my pleasure into the air. All my strength is split between processing the sensations between my legs and breathing.

"Fuuuuuck, sweety.. Gonna make me nut so damn hard. You want that? Fill that pretty little pussy till I can't anymore?

Bruce's grip around my throat tightens and it's a bit hard to breath but my normal reaction of instant panic is delayed by the dizzy feeling filling my head. I'm unaware of the suffocating clenches my pussy gives the big dick invading my insides as he huffs and puffs his pleasure at my ear.

"Ooooh shit, your so perfecttome! Haaaa! Mmmm sweetheart, made for me huh? Uhn, thaaaas a good fuckin girl!"

His back hunches him over my body as he stabs in to the hilt, grinding his pelvis into mine as holds my seizing body to the table. The sudden unlimited pressure against my button sends me off; I take in as much air as I can unaware that my hips lightly hump back at him. Black and white spots dot in and out of my vision as the pressure in my tummy explodes through my battered cunt.

I squirt all over Bruce's suit, sliding my hands through his freshly cut hair down his neck to claw at his thick, muscular shoulders. His name is all I know as I desperately cry it out more times than I can count. No man has fucked to the point of tears and I'd tell him that if I could formulate sentences at the moment.

But I know he's in the same boat as his fingers loosen around my neck and he bites his lip hard, eyebrows drawn together from the way my pussy milks the cum from his cock.

"Oh heeell.. Fuuuuuuuuck, take it honey! Aaaaahhh, that's it, allforyouy/n! Take this nut like a gooooood giiiirrrrl!" He groans, eyes locked where we connect as he continuously pumps into me at his leisure.

It feels foreign but oh so fuckin welcoming as large splashes of cum gush my already soakin wet pussy. My needy insides clasp at Bruce's cock as if demanding he shoot more. He definitely fulfills his promise of stuffing my puffy cunt till she leaks.

"Mmmmm.. oh my fuckin God princess. You okay?" He asks between tiny grunts of pleasure, his hips still slowly pumping his cock into me.

I'm not sure how he expects me to answer; my lungs feel tight and my head is so fuzzy. I fight to steady my breathing, fingers remaining inna death grip around his shoulders. I finally feel the heavy trails of make up streaking down my chest and my wavy hair sticking to my sweaty temples. I know I looked fucked out to the max.

I can't even muster energy to cover myself as my head falls limply to the right and I see a group of men staring lewdly at us through the glass walls, each with a tented bulge in their business attire.

Bruce's phone beeps at that moment and he leans over slightly to read the text aloud.

"We agree to your terms of the proposal." He says with a dazzling smile.

Yeah, I fucking bet..

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x black!reader #smut #black reader #all readers #dirty talk #creamp!e #rough smut #sub reader #submisive and breedable

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bluewhitehues · 3 months

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Hug | Kim Mingyu

Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.

Genre: Angst? (Little bit), comfort, strangers to lovers, fluff

Pairing : Idol Kim Mingyu × (f) reader

Warning: mentions of anxiety, overthinking

Part 10

The next day when it's 10 pm and your door bell is ringing, you excitedly hop over to the door thinking it's mingyu. You open the door with a smile on your face which turns into surprise as soon as you see it's chan.

"Wahh look at you, not your smile disappearing instantly after seeing it's me, are you disappointed that its me?" Chan says huffing at you. And you know he's just teasing.

"OK first of all I'm just surprised not disappointed stop being dramatic, come on in ..and Where's mingyu?" You say motioning him inside and looking outside the door for mingyu.

"I came here after so long and all you care about is mingyu hyung." Chan says dramatically. "And no he isn't with me. I didn't decide on coming here I just needed to talk to my best friend it's been so long ...so I thought I'd just visit."

You come inside after closing the door, sitting on the couch opposite to chan.

"Well.. is everything okay? How have you been it's already so hard for you guys these days ..concert preparations and all." You say looking at him concerned.

"Yeah it is tiring." You notice his small voice.

"OK did anything else happen ?" You ask him because it's clear to you your best friend looks a little down and you don't like it when that happens cause his bright happy self suits him the most.

He sighs, "It's difficult ..yunjin.. she isn't an idol but her work my work we don't get much time and it feels like we are drifting apart ..she has been acting distant. " You hate it when he's sad.

"Did you talk to her about it?" You ask him softly.

"I tried but I couldn't directly ask ..I think she has assumed that I'm not serious enough about her and I'm purposely not giving her the time."

"But you're serious..and she needs to know it ..you know communication is very important if you don't talk now things will get more complicated." He nods at you.

"I know but right now I'm so exhausted I just wish she could understand me."

Meanwhile your phone which is on the table is ignored ..you hear it beeping with the texts but you can't just use your phone when your best friend is talking about something serious with you.

"It's ok you can feel that way..but channie your relationship is still new and from the point of view of a girl ..we need to be reassured constantly...if something feels off it doesn't get too long for us to be on our guard ..people have their own insecurities and doubts as well ..so I think you just need to talk just be totally honest and clear with her."

"You're right ..I'll talk to her." He nods thinking about what you just said.

Now when the door bell rings and this time it's definitely mingyu you know it. You open the door and mingyu is there. "Hey baby you didn't answer my texts, I was asking if you wanted something from the convenience store." He says removing his shoes and wearing the slippers which you had put for him. You take the bag from his hands, you both going to hug each other. "Hey" You say it back sighing into his arms. But you can't help but feel a bit nervous because it's the first time after you started dating that only you three will be alone.

"Who's here ? Whose shoes are these?" Mingyu asks confused.

"Yeah actually chan is here he was talking so I couldn't check the phone sorry." You say looking up at him. You're really hoping you won't be awkward, even if mingyu doesn't have any problem with the situation you'll create one by acting all awkward so you try not to do that.

"Oh? He didnt say he was going to meet you." Mingyu says looking down at you.

"ARE YOU TWO MAKING OUT OR SOMETHING??" Chan shouts from the kitchen where he went to drink water from the fridge.

Mingyu gives you a sheepish look raising his brow at you. You groan slamming your face in his chest for a second and then dragging him to the living room with you.

"YES WE'RE YOU GOT ANY PROBLEM ?" You say shouting back at him. Mingyu snorts at you hooking his arms on your waist from the back.

"Nah I was just guessing why were you taking so long" chan says shrugging,coming back to sit on the couch.

"You what are you doing here at my girlfriend's place at this time? go to your girlfriend and why didn't you tell me you were coming here..we could've come here together." Mingyu says narrowing his eyes at chan.

Chan huffs, "You ungrateful jerk don't forget that 'I' your girlfriend's 'best friend' set you up with your girlfriend" "and besides I didn't tell because I randomly decided to come here and talk to her I needed my 'best friend'. " He keeps emphasizing on best friend lol.

You drag mingyu to sit on the couch, you sit beside him holding his hand.

"Wait I'm also your best friend what are you telling her that you can't tell me? " mingyu says eyebrows furrowed and a pout on his face.

Chan groans at him,"hyung you're so whiny ..also she kinda makes the most sense among y'all cause she's a girl and I needed her opinion..and just in general she's amazing at understanding me."

You smile smugly while mingyu whines again. "So? You're saying your hyung who knows you since last 10 years doesn't understand you??"

"That's not what I mean hyung-"

You cut them off, clearing your throat .."Uhmm guys?? Do you want me to leave you two lovebirds alone?? I kinda feel like I'm third wheeling here .."

Mingyu pulls you in his arms looking at you narrowing his eyes at you, you giggle at him, "what you really were jealous there baby." You say looking into his eyes teasing him more.

"Shut uppp you're cute doesn't mean you'll say anything and I'll just listen." He says in a small voice, playfully trying to tickle you with his lips on your cheek.

"Omg Gross..I should probably go before my innocent eyes have to see something more." Chan says making a face.

"Great you're taking the queue just leave already." Says mingyu scowling at chan.

"Yeah bye you two enjoy or whatever " chan says rolling his eyes.

"No wait ..are you done talking or you wanted to say something more?."you ask chan.

"No just that was all I guess...I'll talk to her...thank you y/n I needed it ."

You get up from the couch going to give a hug to chan. "Shut up you don't need to thank me ..you're always welcome." You say patting his back.

You pull back from the hug, your back towards mingyu..chan is smiling softly nodding at you.

Mingyu's mind for a second thinks about all this, about what if your feelings for chan are still there somewhere ..what would he do then..he can't help when these thoughts evade his mind.

"Text me if anything else is there ok?" You say looking at him.

"Hmm I'll though we never meet these days..I wondered if you would even remember me" He says dramatically.

"Brat as if you're not busy with your girlfriend" You say smacking his arm.

He laughs saying "I know I'm kidding ..OK bye now."

"Yeah bye take care."

"Bye meet you tomorrow." Mingyu says waving at chan.

As soon as chan is gone, you go to mingyu taking his hands. "So ..how was your day you must be tired." You say pouting at him removing his hair from his face.

"Tiring as always ..but it was fun too." He says nuzzling into your arms naturally.

"Aww my baby" You say pecking his head a few times, while squeezing him in your arms.

"I'll have to go to Japan in few days for the concert ...will you miss me?" He asks you.

"Is that even a question bub of course I'll miss you and you already made me sad now." You whine.

He pulls back looking at you,"well you can come with me ?"

"Is that like possible? I wouldn't want to trouble you"

"You don't have to worry about that I'll manage it ." He says looking at you with a small smile flicking your chin.

"Damn I'm gonna fall for you even more then, after watching you perform and all" You say looking at him with a teasing glint in your eyes.

He arches his eyebrow at you.."you're falling for me?"

"Wasn't it clear when I said I really like you?" You say raising both of your eyebrows at him.

"Well I like you is I like you ...tell me more about this though" He says wiggling on his place adjusting himself closer to you...you're sitting on the couch facing each other now,holding hands ..he looks so giddy suddenly.

And you're surprised what more you'd say also you wouldn't wanna ruin your perfect plan so you ask,"You heard it I'm not saying it again also what's your schedule for tomorrow will you come to meet me or not?" You say pouting at him. He's already pouting because you dismissed him.

"We have practice, then another shoot it'll be late but I'll let you know."

"OK but lemme know cause I'm going to make dinner for you." You say smiling at him looping your arms in his neck.

"Mhm then I'll have to make time for it definitely, I wouldn't miss it." He says smiling sheepishly at you then pecking your nose.

You kiss both of his cheeks, "good cause my baby is working so hard he needs to eat well."

He stays for a while then leaves for his apartment. You've thought about sleepovers but you're shy to just say it to him. You'll just take it slow then.

Next day it's Saturday your work off and you're so glad for it cause you need to prepare everything and yourself well for the special surprise date you have planned.

Your day is nervous, giddy and mix of all emotions. You're going to tell him today, that he has won over your heart, he has it now, he has your heart.

You prepare some of the Korean dishes and some of your own signature ones. You get ready when he calls you after finishing his shoot,he's leaving to come to your place now.

You're wearing a black satin dress, your hair are straightened , some dangling earrings and a pendant adorning your neck. Subtle but beautiful make up with your favourite dark lipstick and blush on your cheeks. You spray your favourite perfume and you're all ready. Looking pretty but your nerves aren't letting you appreciate that yet. This is the time when your overthinking kicks in 'what if he doesn't like me that much, what if I'm making a fool of myself, I should just cancel all that and just tell him it's a normal date, I shouldn't confess I don't know what he feels' and what not is going inside your head now.

The door bell rings indicating it's time, mingyu is here.

You take a few breaths and go to open the door, while hiding behind it. He chuckles while entering, "what are you doing angel, why are you hid-" He cuts himself off when he looks at you. His eyes widening and then shamelessly roaming, scanning you from your head to toe. "Oh- my -god-...fuck you didn't tell me it was a date..I mean you look so beautiful baby"

"I do ? Thank you " You say fidgeting with your fingers and smiling nervously. "I didn't tell you because it's a surprise." He notices your nervous form and takes you hands in his,stopping you from fidgeting.

"Really? A surprise for me? I love it baby thank you." He says pulling you closer pecking your forehead. "You look really really pretty by the way." He whispers his eyes roaming over your face as if capturing every detail of you. He's smiling softly at you.

You lean into his touch cause you need every bit of comfort to calm your nerves right now.

"Thank you gyu." You smile at him.

Then you're pulling him towards living room where you've decorated the place with candles and lights.

"Wow you're really outdoing me right now ..I gotta plan better dates than this next time." He says looking in awe.

You chuckle at him, "Shut up I'm doing this for the first time I don't even know if it's good."

"Baby it's not good it's the best I love it and wait what's that for are we going to dance as well?" He says looking at the speaker on the table.

"Mhm hmm we're ..so...would you like to dance with me Mr. Kim?" You say holding your hand out for him.

"I would love to " He says dramatically placing one of his hand on his chest and the other in yours.

You giggle at him taking your phone to play the sound, "You won't laugh at the song choices will you? I mean it can look cheesy or cliche "

"Why'd I laugh baby as far as I know your taste in music is good and also I heard you like seventeen" He says wiggling his brows at you.

You let out a laugh saying, "Oh I love them yeah"

You play the song, it's 'Lover' by Taylor swift. It's one of your favourite you'd always dream of dancing on few of the songs with your special someone and the moment is here now and you are excited.

The music starts playing and you're dancing, his hands on your waist,yours on his shoulders.

"Oh lover I like this one" mingyu says leading you gently into the dance, looking at you dreamily. You've kept the music low not too loud.

You smile at him singing along with the lyrics, he's also singing along with you and you love it when he sings, you love his voice.

"Lover I love the word, do you think you can accept me as your lover?" And great you're already doing a miserable job at this you think.

"Aren't we already Lovers? " He asks confused.

"Lover means someone who loves that person." You say looking in his eyes nervously.

"Baby ...what are you saying?" He whispers his hold tightening on your waist a little.

"I mean ..I keep falling for you more and more gyu." You say placing your hand on his cheek holding him.

"You have my heart, you won it over even I didn't realise how and when you managed to make it yours." You say with tears in your eyes.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He asks in a small voice ,placing his hand over yours on his cheek.

You nod at him saying," I love you. God I love you so much gyu" You say trying hard not to cry.

"You do? Say it again please" he says coming closer to you placing his forehead on yours.

"I love you gyu"

"I love you too y/n ...I love you so much baby and fuck I was going to say it first." He whines but there are tears on his cheeks.

The song changes to 'Perfect' by Ed sheeran.

You wipe his tears letting out a laugh with your own tears flowing on your cheek, "Well you told me you liked me first I was not gonna let you have this as well."

He then squeezes you in his arms hugging you tight, you return it with the same intensity because you were terrified since the moment you decided on confessing, you had all kind of doubts and thoughts and now they're gone.

You pull back this time, your hands looped around his neck, you pull him even closer, standing on your toes, coming face to face with him looking him in the eyes.

Right now his heart is beating so fast because he guesses what you're doing he's anticipating it and you're no different.

Your breath fans on his lips and then you press your lips on his finally, and now you get why they say 'I felt electricity surge through me when we touched/ kissed' cause that's exactly what happened you felt like your whole body is tingling.

Mingyu's breath gets stucked when he realises you kissed him...you finally kissed him.

He pulls you closer, you try to kiss him enveloping his lower lip in yours then you whisper,"kiss me please." And then he's kissing you for real, placing his hand on your cheek holding you by your jaw,tilting his face, both of your eyes closed.

And the lyrics playing in the background makes it even more special. Your plan worked a Little to perfectly you think.

"But darling, just kiss me slow

Your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you're holding mine

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

With you between my arms"

You gasp in the kiss, you've never felt anything like this, there's shiver running down your spine in between. He's kissing you so gently,slowly yet intensely. Mingyu smiles in the kiss when he hears the lyrics, making you smile even bigger.

He's nibbling on your lips pulling them gently and fuck you don't think you can get enough of this.

When you pull back gasping for breath, he's praising you ..."that- fuck that was amazing baby..you did so good." He says looking at you.

You chuckle at him,"seriously? You did all that I couldn't even kiss properly at first."

"Nuh uh baby after that you kissed me back and remember when we talked about you being a natural..it was fking true babe cause the way you've kissed me just now.. I wouldn't have realised it's your first time if you hadn't told me already. "

You smile at him,"You just took my first kiss dear boyfriend and it was amazing..thank-you." You say glancing at his lips.

"And you don't know how lucky I feel for that, I was waiting so bad to kiss you ...don't thank me for kissing you when you gave me your first kiss."

"Yeah? You can take my second one as well." You say looking up at him with a teasing glint in your eyes and a little smirk on your face.

He surges forward when you say that. Kissing you with more intensity than before. Bending your neck backwards, his hand on your nape.

"Say no more Babe- say no more" He says in between the kiss.

A/N : I had issues with my phone so I couldn't post sorry for the wait cuties. This update is pretty long I hope you like it . 🥺🫶

Part 11

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jinisnuggets · 2 months

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Hello can I ask for a Doyoung smut, I haven't been seeing new fics of doyoung these days 🥹 tysm

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“Hey… it's late, is everything alright?” You called through the phone after not hearing a response for a concerning amount of time, he had called you so you didn't know if it was much of a real call or more of a prank call.

“Hey, the boys are gonna go eat somewhere but I honestly wanna just lay in bed and sleep. The company's too far and I know you live nearby- mind if I spend the night?” you could hear his croaky voice from the other side and you honestly couldn't help but feel pity for him, you didn't see the problem in letting your boyfriend come over in order for him to just immediately lay in bed and knock himself out, it was just one night and you didn't seem to find a problem with it.

“Doyoung - you don't need to ask, just call me and say you're coming over. My house is your house.” You calmly responded, “Ok, ok, my bad, I'll be there in 10” he responded, half chuckling while you heard the familiar beep and then the line went dead.

Part of you was nervous about him coming over to spend the night, but what was one singular night gonna do? Nothing could happen in the span of those 12 hours that he'd be coming and sleeping over. He had practice the next morning, which meant that by breakfast hours at the company, he should already be there and ready for practice.

So you waited until you heard a knock on the door, you slowly walked to the fronts of your apartment and looked outside the peephole. It was the habit you couldn't get rid of as well as the one people always found themselves questioning you for, to which you always responded with.

“Better to be safe than sorry.”

Once confirming that it was indeed Doyoung, you slipped open the door and allowed him to enter the cozy setting, you greeted him and escorted him to your room.

“Since I live in an apartment- I unfortunately don't have any guest bedrooms, but you can rest in here and I'll be on the couch.”

Doyoung took the little energy he had in order to glance at you and turn his full body to face you, he looked a bit disappointed and a little annoyed.

“Why don't we just sleep together?” He responded. Now you were sure that your cheeks were flushed red judging by the burning sensation you had in them, you cleared your throat and made eye contact with him which was quickly broken by whatever reason you may have made in your head.

“I don't know about that-”

“Why? We're dating and from the looks of it, your bed is big enough to fit 2 people. I don't see a problem with it.”

You turned your head and thought for a moment, although you also didn't really have a problem with sleeping together, your conscience wouldn't really leave you alone if you dared to lay in the same bed as him, especially since in the recent Treasure comebacks he was really putting it off with the visuals.

“I probably won't keep my hands still if we do-”

He completely disregarded your comment, probably because he didn’t hear you or he just didn't pay attention, nevertheless it was one of the two. “It's only one singular night, I think we should be fine-”

Hesitant, you nodded, having already brushed your teeth, you asked him if he had brushed his, to which he simply nodded and fell onto the bed… to which you followed right after.

It had surprisingly worked out at first… both of you were sound asleep in a matter of minutes, and to be honest, you slept like a baby for those couple of hours that your eyes were shut, which felt weird since you hadn't slept like that in ages… maybe it was because Doyoung was next to you.

But you had woken up to the sound of Doyoung groaning, and of course it caught you off guard. Your eyes immediately widened and you saw yourself laying on top of your boyfriend, you figured you had just somehow shifted into that position during your sleep since you definitely did not remember falling asleep like that. Therefore you didn't think much of it, that was until you felt Doyoung's hand grab onto your shoulder and attempt to push you off lightly.

“Y/n… can you stop doing that please…?”

Confused, you looked at your boyfriend as if he was out of his mind, “I'm not doing anything…?” You lightly said, trying not to disturb his still tired side that had yet to woke up completely, and you could only imagine how much more confused he became when his groaning shifted to moaning.

It took you a while to realize that your knee was in a place where it shouldn't have been…

“Crap! I'm sorry!” you said, feeling Doyoung's arms wrap around you as you could feel his slow but repetitive breaths lightly caress your skin.

“Y/n… I'm tired. Let's forget this and go back to bed.” You could hear his shaky yet desperate voice, that same voice that was probably about to fall asleep any moment now. It took you a while to realize that the reason you had probably felt so uncomfortable around him lately was because you were turned on by him in a way, which had you wondering how you hadn't noticed earlier.”

You heard a groan come from his mouth, which left a smirk tracing on your mouth, satisfaction running through his body as his back slowly arched. Your hand had traveled over to his tighted pants and gently squeezed him, making him moan ever so slightly.

His breathing became more regular, becoming a mix of breathing and moaning “Y/n… you shouldn't do this here…”

“What are you so afraid of?” You muttered lightly, not daring to leave out the mocking pitch, knowing he wouldn't be able to do anything about it since it was technically you in full control.

“Y/n- I have practice tomorrow” he whined, but your grip only got tighter. Doyoung’s moan got cut off by your abrupt kiss when you leaned up and connected your lips together, giving him a passionate and wet kiss.

You lifted his shirt to reveal his small and skinny figure along with the small shape of his forming abs, chuckling a bit, you licked his chest in which he lightly groaned and looked at you.

“Doyoung- you really have no idea what you've been doing to me lately.” You muttered, unzipping his zipper and massaging his crotch, using the little fabric that was his only advantage against him… no matter how much he wanted to deny it, he was turned on, and you were the cause of that.

There was no need for permission, your hand was already sliding up and down his bare cock, as his dick grew in your grip.

“You're all out with the teasing today aren't you?” he commented, chuckling at the act along with you. Ignoring him, you brought your free hand onto his stomach and gave him small belly rubs, you felt his hand travel to your back and down to your waist, as he held you in place to prevent you from falling. His eyes were shut as he was beginning to relax at your every move, still letting out small groans at the feeling of your hand sliding on his cock.

And you surely weren't expecting him to have such an impressive girth, you felt he was thick but you didn't expect him to be that thick.

“Y/n… please let me feel you-” he moaned, words barely forming and escaping his mouth. Hearing it for sure drove you crazy, so you nodded and turned around which was the first time you actually managed to get a good look at his dick.

“Doyoung, I hope you know that with this dick you're just gonna make me want you more…”

“If you want me, then claim me.”

The response took you by surprise, sure your boyfriend was flirty with everyone but this was different, and you knew that he had caught onto you and decided to get revenge for all the teasing you yourself was guilty of.

“You think I won't?” You smirked which made his cock grow stiff, he liked it.

“You like it when I tell you things like that?” You muttered softly, he shaked his head, a bit ashamed before ultimately nodding, which only earning a small giggle from you.

The both of you pulled into a wet kiss, tongues intertwining and transferring all your love to each other with that one singular kiss, morning practice was the last thing on his mind now, almost completely forgetting about it. Once the kiss was separated you took the moment to look at your boyfriend, who was making eye contact with you intimately.

“Get on me…”

“Doyoung- you feel good…”

Taking a moment to process his words before smiling, bringing yourself over to him as he slowly removed the shorts which surrounded and highlighted your waist, following his instructions and lining yourself up with him.

Doyoung fluttered a bit and you felt him twitch inside of you, you gave Doyoung a moment and started grinding yourself on him, allowing him to feel all the pleasure as you both shared knowing sounds and moans.

“Y/n… you-”

Unable to finish his sentence, you cut him off by leaning down and kissing his chest, trying your best to limit your moans and allow him to do all the talking, you allowed yourself to suck his nipple and play with his other as you picked up your speed, pressing his on parts onto him.

“You can't get any better at this can you…?” He commented, completely out of breath and with sloppy speech, hearing him being so distraught really did something with your subconscious, enough to make you pick up your speed once more earning a growl from him.

“Fuck Doyoung… you really know how to mess with my feelings don't you?”

“I really don't mean to…”

Feeling his dick once again begin twitching, you brought yourself off of him, having a gut feeling that he was close and which was proven to be correct shortly after.

Small bits of precum leaked out of his dick, which was proving to your theory furthermore.

“Y/n… I'm close… please don't stop.”

“I'm not going to, I wanna show you satisfaction to the fullest.”

He didn't know what you meant, that was until you flicked his crotch allowing him to feel a small moment of both pain and pleasure at the same time, all feelings overtook him as his eyes rolled back and mouth watered at the feeling of his cock being distributed from it's original state and ending up with a small mark.

And that only got worse, as it started with small flicks to full on slaps, you slapped his dick harshly yet still with caution as you knew you there was a higher possibility that you'd hurt him than actually please him.

“Fuck…!” He whined, his whimpers got loud as he attempted to limit his volume, for a moment forgetting you lived in an apartment building with neighbors on all sides of your room. “Y/n! Stop! Please!” he once again whined, which just made you slap him slightly harder.

Tears began forming in his eyes as he felt the feeling of his dick slapping against his stomach and being brought back up to your hand for you to just repeat the cycle, his tears streamed down his cheeks and his mind became overwhelmed with thoughts.

How was the feeling of both pain and pleasure all at once was darn addicting?

His mouth watered, as he picked up the nearest pillow and brought it to his face, all his cum leaked out of him the moment your hand allowed his crotch to breathe.

“Was I too harsh on you?” Pity finding your voice as you saw the mess your boyfriend had done.

You both had been virgins up until that point, and the feeling of something like sex was truly just so overwhelming, the feeling of each other's touch in such an intimate way just really fluttered both of your hearts.

“No… it felt good…”

“Can try cock warming in you…?”

“Of course…” you lightly responded, reading his excited expression, he smiled lightly and brought a himself inside of you once more.

It was truly when you realized that one singular night was truly all it took for something so unimaginable to happen to two individuals.

Just one singular night.

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[ His Companion ] Hazbin Hotel Various x Male Reader

Chapter 4: A Matter Of Time

You walked in a path of shadows, darkness completely surrounding you. You've been walking for ages. Yet you didn't feel tired.

How long has it been?

Why are you here?

Where are you?

Where are you going?

Why is everything so dark and empty?

You can't see anything ...you can't hear anything. Not even the sounds of your footsteps or breathing. Where you even breathing?

You stopped.

A little ball of light appeared right in front of you.

It looked so delicate.

So pure.

You raised your hand to touch the little glowing ball of light. Caressing it, a sting was felt deep inside you.

No.. it's more of like .. a pull. A sharp pull in your chest telling you to do something. But what?

Your body didn't seem like yours anymore as it moved on its own as if to form the light. Forming it into something...

...

......

" M/n? Honey?"

" Ah.. Asmodeus.., Apologies , I was.. thinking. "

* Sigh* " Well, don't think too hard babe. It's not good to overthink. "

You sighed softly and smiled up at him.

" Yes Azz. I'll try not to. "

Asmodeus looked at you with a soft gaze, almost the same as he looked at Fizzarolli. He put a hand on your shoulder.

" Hun, whenever you need help, just remember that we're here for you. "

Your smile widened slightly and placed your hand on his, nodding.

Then, Fizzarolli suddenly came to the door, laughing and bouncing everywhere.

" I won! I won again! " Fizz said with a joyful exclamation. You smiled at the adorable sight. You came up to him and patted his head.

" Good job. You're always great at what you do Fizz. "

" Yes, great job as always love. " Asmodeus praised his secret lover with a fond look. He's happy that the two most important people in his life get along so well. The only thing missing is that...

Asmodeus looked at you and sighed quietly to himself.

Meanwhile, Fizz blushed at the praises and giggled, hugging you close to him with his long robotic arms. His long arms circling around your form.

The scene warmed Asmodeus heart with one of pure love. He was about to join the hug when a ringing suddenly went out from your pocket.

Immediately, you carefully let yourself free from Fizz's hug and took out your ringing phone. You put it close to your ear and walked a bit further away from the both of them.

Asmodeus and Fizz looked at each other with hidden messages only they understand. They looked black at you. They could only hear bits of pieces of what you were saying.

" ..... Yes........ I'll be there........ Of course...... I'm on my way. Yes, goodbye." * Beep*

They looked at you for an explanation, in which they don't need. It's probably your 'boss' calling you to get you back to work. They didn't know who this boss was as you never told them.

You smiled somberly at them.

" Sorry guys... I need to go." You said with an apologetic voice.

Asmodeus sighed and Fizz's arms hanged in his sides in disappointment at you leaving so early.

" It's alright. We understand." Asmo said with a reassuring tone.

" Yea! We hope you visit again soon!" Fizz added as he jumped at Asmodeus shoulders and waved enthusiastically at you with a wide grin.

You smiled softly and went up to them to pat Fizz's head and caress Asmo's fur.

" Of course, I'll visit again. That's a promise." You said as you let go and started to gat ready to leave.

You looked back at them and waved back as they waved at you from their position.

* Sigh* "... Ozz?"

" Don't worry Fizz. We'll have him soon."

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You walked to a dark alleyway somewhere in the lust ring and disappeared in the shadows. You appeared at the other end of the alley, which is another supposed to be alleyway with a dead end in pride ring.

You fixed your attire and started to blend in the crowd. It proved to be quite hard as you attract a lot of demos from your gorgeous looks alone. You also have quite a figure.

Most of all, you were Vox's beloved assistant, which is already a big deal.

You were walking towards the V-tech establishment. You could feel eyes everywhere. The cameras. They all seem to be faced at you.

Yet you were unfazed as you kept walking with elegant strides. You kept your hands in your back and your chin up, and most importantly, keep a smile on your face. Just like your lord has thought you.

You entered the facility in a calm manner and walked to the elevator. It automatically went to your desired location without a button being pressed, as if it knows where you were supposed to go.

You could feel the lens of the camera in the elevator zoom at your figure.

The door of the elevator opened, revealing a very spacious room filled with many different shades of the color of blue. There's a path towards the middle in which numerous monitors could be seen, which are the only source of light in the dark room. Though your most favorite are the mechanical sharks swimming in the air just bellow them. Fortunately, the sharks like you as much.

You walked towards the tall chair in the middle of the room, the monitors glitched a bit as your footsteps neared.

The chair spun around, revealing one of the most fearsome overlord down in hell, and one of the Three Vee's.

Vox.

His grin widened as he saw you near him, his eyes squinting in delight.

" M/n! How are you this fine day?" Vox laughed as he stood up from his seat and walked towards you with his arms wide open.

" Sir Vox." You slightly sighed with a fond smile as he hugged you. You hugged back in return, patting his back lightly.

" I've been doing well. Thank you, sir. But is there any reason for your sudden call? Is there an emergency? " You asked with a worried voice as you pulled away from the hug and looked at his screen where his eyes are located.

" Are you hurt anywhere? " You asked holding back from shouting in panick. You held his shoulders and looked for any signs of injuries on his body.

Vox smiled at your actions and chuckled fondly.

" My, you worry too much. That's what I like about you." He said with genuine adoration in his voice.

" But I'm okay, I just wanted to see you, my cute little assistant~" He said, caressing the side of your face.

You huffed softly and smiled, nuzzling in his hand. You then halfheartedly shoved his arm away from your face and looked at him in mock annoyance. Furrowing your brows and squinting your eyes slightly, your arms crossed over your chest, and your lips in a small frown.

" Well, if that's the case.. you just ruined my visit of a friend. I missed them a lot too. Do you know how hard it is to go to one circle to another?"

Vox held back a fond chuckle and held your waist, guiding both of you out of the spacious room. You smiled as you let him guide you.

" I'll pay you back, don't worry. Now how about you get yourself ready. We're going to be meeting you the others."

" Anything you say, Sir Vox." You nodded obediently.

Going to your own room that Vox had made for you, you showered and cleaned yourself thoroughly. You scrubbed the side of your face which Vox had touched. Sigh. Alastor wouldn't like this.

But ...

You held out your hand. Blue sparks emitted from your palm and fingers.

You smiled. It's only a matter of time.

You then sighed as you recalled something. Once your lord show's himself in public again, he would absolutely humiliate Vox in front of every demon in hell.

You went out of the bathroom and put on your clothes. Walking out of the room, you were assisted opening n where you were supposed to meet. Halting in front of a large room, you nodded at the imp that had assisted you politely and raised your fist to knock softly on the door.

" Sir Vox? This is M/n."

A delighted voice that didn't come from Vox's voice enthusiastically accepted your presence from the inside.

The door opened and you were greeted with an exited Velvet and a smirking Valentino. Vox was behind them, smiling at your arrival.

Behind you, your hand emitted a small mint blue spark, a hot pink mist and a velvety swirl. They twirled and danced between your fingers.

It's only a matter of time.

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Alastor's eyes turned to dials and he clenched his staff in irritation.

The way this fucking mediocre video podcast is holding his darling in such an intimate way is pissing him off. Oh if he could only-

He stopped his malicious thoughts as you signaled something to him.

He hummed. It's good to know that his darling is still focused and aware of his eyes. However....

He glared deadly at the TV demon and started chuckling maniacally. Radio statics and ringing filled the dark room.

It's only a matter of time...

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johnnieguilbertsgirlfriend · 6 months

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jealous? (smut) part 1

Part 1 --- Part 2 --- Part 3 (part 2 and 3 are on my wattpad @willpoulterswife)

word count: 1.2k - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - fluff, eventual smut

*beep beep beep* your alarm went off at 8:30 am. needing time to get ready, you sighed as you got up to start the morning. it would be your first day working as an intern for a game-developing company named Tuckersoft. being pretty new to this area as you had just moved, your place was in good condition. wanting to make a good first impression, you took a shower, did your hair and changed into a nice outfit, and applied light makeup. feeling good, you walk out of your apartment, turning up the music in your earbuds, only to see a blonde man, no older than 25, fidgeting with the door handle that presumably led to his apartment. thinking nothing of it, you head into the lift and out of the building. the crisp and semi-cold air hit you as you stepped outside, being glad it wasn't hot otherwise you might've melted. conveniently, the office you would be working at was only a few blocks down, so you could walk to it. "This it it." you whisper to yourself. taking out your earbuds and slightly fixing up your hair.

when you walk in you are greeted by Mr.Thakur, your boss. you two had spoken before when he was doing your interview to see if you were fit for the position. (good thing you were) "Hello y/n, it's a pleasure to see you again! Please, come into my office." together you discussed the workload for today which, to your disappointment, was only sorting through papers. while in your head you thought it was a little dumb, you didn't show it on your face and agreed. "Now follow me," Thakur said, "There are a few people I would like you to meet." he introduced you to almost everyone on the floor since you would be working with some of them often. taking a stop at the last cubicle, he said "And finally we have Colin."

you recognized the man's face from your apartment building, but didn't mention it. you were hesitant to greet him as he looked far in the zone, but Thakur tapped his shoulder and he pulled of his headphones. "Hello, I'm y/n." you said, giving a warm and gentle smile. you see it in his face that the man seemed to have remember you as well, saying "I'm Colin, yeah?" shaking your handing and then pushing his glasses up. "Ah no need to be cold Colin. Come on, show her what you've been working on!" Thakur said cheerfully. he's told you about the boy before, saying how he was his star employee. you took his word for it, but were still interested in him. the blonde started up the game and said "This is my latest, it's called Nohzdyve." playing a little through the game, there seemed to have been a glitch. "Buffer error." you quietly blurted out, but just enough for them to hear and they both look at you. awkwardly, you try to revive yourself in the situation "The sprites have overrun the video game memory..." your cheeks turning to light pink. "How did you know that?" Colin asks. Then, Thakur turns to Colin giving him a hearty pat on the back "Looks like you've got some company" he states, chuckling afterwards. "Anyways, you two will be working together. For now, y/n will be helping sort your papers and may be able to help you out if you get stuck on something, have fun." he places some of Colin's papers onto your desk and grins, walking away. you turn to look at Colin and after a few seconds he looks back at you saying, "Well, let's start."

as you were working together, you and Colin seemed to get along naturally, without having to force anything. (almost as if you two had met before...) being Colin's temporary assistant is not what you had in mind, but you didn't mind it at all. the conversations between you two were effortless and it seemed like you were both interested in the other. the two of you enjoyed each other's presence. actually, you found him quite handsome and the way he focused while coding games made you focus on him and not the papers. "Y/N," Colin said, snapping you out of your bubble. "It's lunch break, wanna grab a drink?" you nod your head and stand up, flustered that he caught you staring. honestly, you didn't even have an appetite, you just wanted to be around him. he felt the same way.

walking through the small city, talking about anything and everything. you were glad you had him as a colleague. both of you find a coffee shop not far away from the office building. Colin greets the barista, "I'll have a (idfk any drinks be fr). What do you want love?" he says, turning to you. "I," you take a second to think "I'll get the (insert ur drink here) please." grabbing your card out of the wallet, you tap him on the shoulder and attempt to give it to him. he pushes the card away with his finger, "It's alright, pretty girls don't pay." Colin says while taking his card out. you thank him for being so polite and a rose color appears on your face again. he smirks and takes the two coffees, handing one to you. a bench outside attracts your attention and you sit down and pat the spot beside you. Colin starts the conversation,

"So what made you choose here? We live in the same apartment and I've never seen you before, meaning you're new." this definitely meant he saw you walk out. you respond with, "We'll I've heard of Tuckersoft and happened to like video games, and coding." he quips back, "You like coding? I could've sworn you like sorting papers." you found it really funny and started to laughed. being a more serious type of guy, Colin rarely laughs, but your laugh made him laugh, and he found that cute. "No, you're right, I really like being your personal assistant." coming out more flirtatious than you intended it to be, he returned the gesture "Oh yeah? Prove it to me darling."

more weeks go by since that interaction and your "friendship" grew. Thakur had gotten rid of the "papers" job and had put you and Colin to work on games together. being put next to him almost all day, staying up late with him, making flirty remarks towards one another, you would be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him. Colin gestures for you to come over to him. "What's up Col?"

"Can't seem to find the mistake here, could you help?" you reply with a small mhm. wanting there to be more between you, and feeling bold today, you sit right on his lap. Colin's eyebrows raise but he would be lying if he said he hated it, because he loved it. unconsciously, you move a little bit and it makes Colin's breath hitch slightly, biting his lip a bit. he takes both hands and places them on your hips, making sure you're stable. you fix his error within a couple of minutes, "All done." you say innocently, getting up, making sure to move a little more, and returning to your side of the desk.

this full story is on my wattpad!!! <3 (link on blog)

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zoeykallus · 7 months

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Hello there! My request is the reader (gender neutral) is offered to dog sit Grizzer. But the reader loses him, chaos happens but the reader manages to find Grizzer before Hound comes back.

BTW I love all of your writings :)

Aloha!

Sorry for being so late, I'm slowly catching up with old requests 😬

I'm not good at harmless, fluffy stuff like this, but I'm trying 😅

Hound x GN!Reader – One-Shot – Grizzer On The Loose

Warnings: Slightly Angsty/Fluffy/SFW

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'Of course, I can keep an eye on Grizzer' you assured him, 'no problem at all'. Now it turns out that it is a problem after all. Somehow, the dog made off on your walk. You just had a quick chat, didn't look for a second, and Grizzer's gone. His leash is chewed off, the dog obviously had no patience with you. You call and whistle, but the animal doesn't show itself and doesn't let you hear anything from it. Normally, Grizzer responds very well, even to you. Hound has taught you how to handle him, what commands are important. But it doesn't matter what you do, Grizzer just doesn't show himself. Slowly, panic rises in you and your heart pounds up to your throat. Your steps quicken, you look around every corner, down every alley, calling out for the animal again and again. You curse softly to yourself, run down the alley and along the park, several times, ask passers-by if they have seen anything, but to no avail. At a street corner you stop, take a deep breath and look around. "This just can't be happening," you mutter quietly to yourself, "Hound is going to be so angry and disappointed in me."

You curse and clench your hands into fists. "This just can't be true"

Meanwhile, with Hound: The sun is shining, warm but not too obtrusive, a gentle breeze is blowing across the shore and the river. Hound has a day off for the first time in a long time. He's with a couple of his brothers on a little fishing trip that's been planned for a long time. Perfect peace and quiet, no pressure, no work. Actually he had wanted to take Grizzer with him, he loves the animal, but you had suggested taking care of the dog, so that Hound can really enjoy a day of complete rest. "Where is your four-legged friend? You don't usually leave home without him," asks one of his brothers. Hound answers with pride in his voice, "I have someone. Grizzer is in the best hands." But then he looks thoughtful. He misses the dog and you. Actually he's never fished before, that was the idea of one of his brothers who got it from that Hunter guy from CF99. Now that he's sitting here thinking about it like this, he'd rather be with you and Grizzer. "I don't think this is for me," he says as he starts to pack up his stuff. His brothers look at him questioningly.

"I'm going back" His brothers roll their eyes, but don't try to stop him. In fact, they have bets on how long it will take Hound to want to go back. He's never away from his dog for long, and he always cancels most trips because of it. So they are not really surprised.

Grizzers view: So many smells! Must explore everything! Nostrils quivering. So exciting! Wait a minute, where did my guardian go? Grizzer looks around, sniffs. He smells you, picks up your scent, runs. Then he sees you. Found them! Are we going home now? But before he reaches you, another smell distracts him. A food truck passes between you. Again, nostrils quiver. FOOD! Grizzer knows very well that he is only allowed to eat what he is given, but his master is not there, maybe he can make an exception. FOOD WAIT FOR ME!

You turn around, out of a feeling, your eyes darting back and forth, but you see nothing. You sigh wistfully. When your com beeps, you flinch, startled. It's Hound. For a moment, you think about not answering it, but that seems wrong. "Hi. How's it going?" asks Hound cheerfully. "Great!" you blurt out, "Everything's fine." "Really? Grizzer didn't give you any trouble?" You get hot and cold, you want to tell him the truth, but automatically you say instead, "Grizzer is behaving very decently, we're having a lot of fun." Hound laughs softly, "I'm glad to hear that, in a few hours we can have dinner together, I'll be back a little early." You get hot and cold. "Earlier? Oh, really? Trip's not as good as expected?" you ask innocently as sweat breaks out. Hound says, cautiously, "Well, it's not bad, but I miss you and Grizzer". That was incredibly sweet, but right now, unfortunately, you can't really appreciate it.

"Oh, wow, that's.... really sweet. When will you be back?"

"In about three hours, my shuttle lands," Hound says excitedly, "Will you two pick me up at the landing site?" "Sure!" you say, almost choking your voice. "Great, I'm looking forward to seeing you both".

Grizzer: The food truck is too fast, the four-legged friend has to give up the chase. He pants, a little out of breath. A disappointed snort is heard, then Grizzer turns around and walks a little more leisurely back the way he came. He's hungry, but he's sure the guardian will feed him when he gets home. Even if it doesn't smell as good as the food truck. Hunger finally quickens his steps. His paws tap across the ground in quick time. It takes a little while, but he picks up your scent again and follows it, all the way back to the park. Grizzer finds you in the park, sitting on a park bench. Somehow you smell different than usual, strangely bitter. He knows that smell, you're sad. Maybe he should bring you a present.

You have only a few minutes left before you have to run to the landing platform and confess to Hound that you have lost Grizzer. You feel heavy, a knot in your stomach, pressure on your chest. You feel so sorry. You worry about the animal and of course what Hound will say and feel, he loves Grizzer. He loves you too, but maybe soon he won't anymore, you think bitterly. Suddenly, something nudges you from the side. Your eyes grow huge, your heart leaps. It's Grizzer, who has fished an empty fast-food package out of the trash and is holding it out to you, wiggling happily. "Grizzer!" Hastily, you tie the torn leash back onto his collar, with a double knot. You pet the dog, actually wanting to scold, but you are far too relieved to do so. Your eyes wander along the dog's body, and you are relieved to see that he has no injuries. "Okay, let's go, we're going to be late!" Grizzer has no idea what you're saying, but you're obviously happy about the gift, because you smell very different now.

You get to the platform just in time as the shuttle lands. As Hound runs down the ramp, you beam at him and Grizzer fidgets excitedly. You see the wide smile on Hound's face and feel a wave of relief wash over you. He immediately embraces you, kissing your cheek. You are so happy and relieved that your knees almost buckle. "I missed you," Hound says softly, kissing the corner of your mouth. "You've barely been gone ten hours," you say, laughing softly. "Still," Hound says with a grin, finally crouching down to greet Grizzer. "Hey boy, have you been good? Have you been a good dog?" Grizzer wiggles excitedly and nuzzles into Hound's petting. But then his hands wander to the collar and Hound sees the knot and that the leash has been broken. "Sure nothing special happened?" he asks, looking up at you from his crouch. You smile, nervous but as composed as possible.

"Well, he got loose once, but that wasn't too tragic," you explain hastily. Hound looks at the animal and asks, "Grizzer, weren't you such a good boy after all?" The dog tilts his head to the side and looks at his master, uncomprehending. "That wasn't so bad," you say, waving it off, "He was actually quite well-behaved." Hound laughs softly. "All right, if you say so" He takes the leash from you, grabs your hand and says, "Let's go shopping for groceries, we'll cook something together at your house" You breathe a sigh of relief and nod. So happy this panic is over. "That's a great idea"

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theshireisburningg · 11 months

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I don't like that when they threw me in the car I gave your name as my emergency phone call Honey, it rang and rang even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | 2k

“It’s the Harrington boy again, can you tell Hopper we’re bringing him in?”

Steve leans back against the headrest and watches as Officer Powell bends through the window to speak into the radio, eyes linger on Steve as he speaks with a disappointed shake of his head. He turns to talk to Officer Callahan and Steve only catches on to parts of the conversation, realizes he's not getting off easy when Officer Callahan gets into Steve's car, pulling it off the curb and away from the scene.

The blue and red lights that were painting the street shut off as Powell gets into the driver's seat, silent as he follows Steve's BMW down the back roads.

The ride to the station is uneventful, with occasional radio messages coming through that Powell seems to ignore. The real problem starts the second he's through the doors of the station, staring down Hopper who stubs his cigarette out and stands, marches until he's only a foot in front of Steve.

"What is your problem?" Hopper's voice is quiet, but Steve knows him well enough to pick up on the angry clench of his jaw, and sees the look he shoots Powell, who drifts down the hall in an attempt to give them privacy.

"Callahan and Powell are so fucking dramatic, you know that right? I didn't do anything."

"Thirty miles over the speed limit? Drunk off your ass, nearly taking out a fucking telephone pole, you're telling me that's nothing? Doesn't sound like nothing."

"Jesus, everyone goes thirty miles over on Franklin, the speed limit is a joke."

“Yeah? And a man was left paralyzed last year after he flipped three times on the corner near Rich’s farm. Is that a joke too?”

Hopper levels him with a look that tells Steve that was a rhetorical question and you better not respond. He waves Powell back toward the two of them.

"Book him overnight."

Steve's eyes widen, feels that punch in his gut when Hopper just gives up on him.

"Hopper man, come on. Don't do this, I'll pay whatever bullshit fines you want me to, just let me go home."

"I'm not doing it this time, Steve. I know you've been through shit- we've all been through shit, but just... treating your life like it's nothing? Putting yourself in danger when you know there are people that rely on you? My kid relies on you. I'm not doing it. You're on your own for this one."

It hurts more than he thought it would, hearing Hopper go from angry to downright disappointed in him. He’s through the doors before Steve can respond, and Steve is left alone to stumble after Powell towards the back room.

The actual cell room is quiet, only occupied by one other person, an older guy Steve has seen pandering outside the package store on multiple occasions, curled up and asleep on the far bench. It reeks of cigarettes and damp cement, has Steve scrunching his nose.

"Anytime now."

Steve sees that the cell has been unlocked by Powell who gestures him in.

Steve racks his brain for any way out of this, thinks of earlier in the month when he narrowly avoided this exact situation, and grasps at straws for a rescue plan.

"Wait I- I definitely get a phone call. That's like, the law or something."

"Oh, suddenly we care about the law, Harrington?"

Steve purses his lips and stands his ground outside the cell.

"I'll be quick."

And Steve thinks Powell must have had a shitty day because with nothing more than a sigh the door is closed with Steve still on the outside, a receiver pushed into his hand.

"Quick."

Steve dials fast, punches in the only number he's ever managed to memorize. The line rings, and rings, until Steve is eventually met with a beep, quiet static signaling the answering machine picking up.

“Shit..." Steve trails off, realizing in his haste to get a call he hadn't planned as far as what to actually say when he got through. He struggles through a half-assed explanation of his night.

"Hey, it’s um.. it’s Steve. There was a mixup and I’m at the station and Hop is being a pain in my ass. If you uh- wake up and hear this I was thinking maybe you could come pick me up?" Steve pauses, sees Powell watching him, and picks up on the hurry it up in his glare. “Anyway, I, uh- I love you. Call back if you can.”

When nothing else comes to mind, Steve hangs up, hoping he sounded more put together than he feels.

"No luck, huh?" Powell raises an eyebrow, and gestures for Steve to return to the cell.

"Fuck off. He'll call back, it's just late." Steve says with no fight, dropping down onto the metal bench with a clank.

"Mhm. I'm sure."

Once the lock clicks Steve tilts back, runs a hand through his hair and down his face, feels the exhaustion setting in. Now that he's sitting still it's hitting him how fucked up he got, how drunk he still is. The room spins, and he closes his eyes in an attempt to drown it out. The sound of the clock must lull him to sleep, because the next thing he knows he's jolting awake, takes a second to get his bearing, and realize that Callahan has taken over and is banging on the bars to get his attention.

"What?"

"Jesus kid, I said you got a call. You gonna take it or not?"

At that information, Steve rises quickly and stumbles towards the barred door now being held open for him. He grabs the phone resting on the countertop and answers with a breathless exhale.

"Hello?"

"Are you fucking serious, Steve?"

Eddie sounds pissed, even over the phone, and Steve flinches back from the receiver.

"I... uh-" is the most articulate response he comes up with, trails off into silence. It seems like Eddie wasn’t done with what he had to say anyway.

"This is the second fucking time this month, I mean... you're so selfish Steve you know that? I should just fuckin' leave you there. I mean- what gives you the right to call me and expect me to drop everything to come and save your ass? Again?"

"Baby, I'm sorry, I-" Steve sees the eyebrow raise from Callahan, ignoring the voice in the back of his head telling him, to stop talking. Eddie cuts him off, probably for the best.

"Don't fucking baby me Steve. Get real."

Steve doesn't respond, has no clue what to say, but forces a loud breath out to let Eddie know he's still on the line.

"I'll be there in fifteen. Fuck." The last thing Steve hears is the phone being slammed again the hook on the other side, and Steve stares into the receiver like he'll see Eddie on the other end, pictures him fuming as he paces the hallway of the trailer.

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It feels like he's back on the metal bench for an eternity before Eddie is coming through the door and Steve catches a glimpse of Hopper, who must have stayed at the station after all, whispering final words to Eddie who nods and enter the room alone.

Eddie hangs by the door, stares Steve down intensely but remains absolutely silent, only stepping close to slam a few bills on the counter to pay Steve's bail and pocket his car keys, ignores the mumbled thank you and retreats back to the door to wait for Steve to finish the paperwork.

Steve doesn't try to speak until they're in the privacy of the van and waits until they're backed out of the parking spot to say something.

"Eddie."

"Don't."

He does, anyway.

"Thank you."

"Do not thank me. I cannot explain to you how much I don't want to be helping you right now."

"Then why did you?"

Eddie glances at him quickly, doesn't let the eye contact linger for more than a second before he's staring back at the road.

"I don't know Steve. Because I love you? Is that what you want to hear? Because despite the fact that you don't care about me- at fucking all- that I still drop everything to help you even when you don't deserve it?"

Steve sits up straighter, eyes fixed on the side of Eddie's face, and sees the pain there in the flashes of the street lights.

"I care about you. I love you. Why would you say I don't?"

"Because if you loved me you wouldn't get fucked up- on who knows what by the way- and almost drive yourself into a fucking ditch."

"Hopper is overexaggerating. I had two beers at a party and there isn't even a ditch to drive myself into on Franklin Street anyway."

Eddie sighs and shakes his head at Steve's words.

"And if you loved me you wouldn't lie to me about this shit. I've been dealing since I was fifteen you think I can't tell you're high off your ass?"

At the acquisition, at Eddie pointing out the truth, Steve has no response, and they sit in silence for the rest of the drive.

There are lights on in the trailer when they pull up but Steve is still careful to shut the van door quietly in hopes that Wayne is asleep because the last thing he needs is to disappoint the other half of his honorary father figures.

Luck continues to not be on Steve's side, as it turns out, because Wayne is sitting on the couch when he trails in behind Eddie, sets his coffee mug down, and stands to greet them.

"Son."

Steve nods and hovers back. He would usually greet Wayne with a handshake, or a hug when it's been a particularly long time, but now he refuses to meet his eyes and counts the tiles at his feet instead of responding.

"There's coffee in the pot. I'm going to turn in for the night if you boys are alright?" He directs this part to Eddie who nods and mumbles thanks before going to grab a single mug, slams the cabinet door louder than necessary. He fills it to the brim with black coffee and stalks down the hall to his room without looking back.

Steve follows, lost, and takes the mug as Eddie thrusts it into his hands. He hovers by the door, takes a gulp as Eddie leaves, and comes back with a bottle of aspirin that he throws on the bed.

Eddie's facing away from him, and Steve sets his mug on the desk gently, steps forward until he's wrapping his arms around Eddie from behind, tries not to think too hard about how Eddie flinches at his touch.

"M' sorry."

Eddie sighs, lets his arms hang limply at his sides but makes no move to step away from Steve.

"You can't keep doing this Steve. I'm serious. This is the last time I help because I'm not going to be a part of this whole self-destructive bullshit thing you have going on right now."

"I'm going to get better. I'm trying." He rests his forehead on Eddie's back, words muffled into the fabric of his sweater.

"That's what you said last month when Hop caught you and Tommy buying coke outside Family Video."

"I'm sorry." Steve apologizes again, feels like it's the best thing that he can come up with that Eddie won't see right through.

They stand there quietly, Steve swaying them both side to side lightly. Eddie lets him but Steve can tell he's still tense, his shoulders drawn up in defense.

Eddie is the first to break the trance and squeezes Steve's wrist lightly before prying his hand off, stepping away from the warmth of his body.

"C'mon. Let's sleep."

Steve shucks off his jeans and climbs under the covers, watching as Eddie does the same. He takes the two aspirin handed to him dry, tosses the bottle back to the foot of the bed, thinks it might be useful in the morning when the hangover pain really sinks in.

Eddie faces away from him still, rolls as far to his side of the bed as he can. Steve feels the distance between them and wants to reach out and pull Eddie close but knows he has no right to.

He's not sure if Eddie is asleep but he speaks anyway, a whisper into the night.

"I'm going to get better. For you. I'll do it for you."

A beat passes with no response, no sign from Eddie that he heard at all, but then he's rolling over, eyes finding Steve's in the sliver of moonlight hitting the bed.

"You have to do it for you, Steve. Don't put that on me."

"I'm sorry. I will."

Steve sees that Eddie only half believes him, and knows they've been here before, the gap between them growing every day.

But Eddie reaches out and finds his hand under the covers, and brings it to his mouth. A faint kiss to Steve's bruised knuckles.

"I will," Steve says again, just to fill the silence. Then, "I love you," because it's the only thing he knows he can say that won't be a lie.

#bro what the hell #dial drunk by noah kahan meets steddie #this is angsty and sad youve been warned #i also wrote this in like an hour and did not proof read it #just like the ol college essays #enjoy <3 #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #my writing

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Evanescent

(She was the evanescent of his life– there and gone.)

Part 3

(Part 2: here.)

“He’s doing what?” Three of you shout together— well, you and Dan shout, Jake maintains his calmness even now.

“Does he not understand her condition right now?” Jake adds. And you feel the tension in him. The emotions that are trying to escape but don't manage to. His worry and concern regarding Hannah. You feel envious of how he doesn't hide his concern for Hannah.

“I know. You should talk to him, Jake. He's sort of scared of you ever since you shut him up for asking Amelia to go to the mine.” Lilly says hopefully.

Jake considers it for a second then: “Alright. I’ll do it. But I don't have his number saved.” He waves his phone, helplessly.

You take yours and unlock it. “Here. Take mine.”

Jake looks at you and nods. He types Thomas' name in the search bar with one hand and you find it so hot. His hands are as pretty as any other part of his body. Before hitting the call icon, Jake asks, “Is it fine if I go there?” He points towards an empty corner.

“Sure."

You still find it hard to communicate with him normally. Like you didn't just call everything between you two as a stupid crush a couple of hours ago.

You watch him as he takes slow steps while talking. His mouth is definitely moving but you don't hear a single word that leaves his mouth. Lilly goes to kitchen to keep the dishes. And Dan also excuses himself and starts watching TV in the loving room which is just to your left.

You remain sitting at the table because that's the only place from where you can stare at Jake. Since he's busy on the phone, you finally have time to take him in. And wow. If you hadn't fell for him over texts, you certainly would have by appearance. He's tall and despite all his problems, you believe he takes time out for work out. Currently, he’s wearing a black hoodie and grey sweatpants.

He suddenly sighs and looks above, resting his one hand in pocket. And you need to stop looking at him because these little things are making your heart skip. You got a long way to get over this man.

He pulls the phone back and looks at the screen, clearly annoyed by something. Maybe your notification. He goes back to talking and after a few minutes, he again pulls the phone away looking at the screen. When it happens the third time, he types something and goes back to talking. He might have answered someone's text in your place and you find it hard to believe that you don't mind at all.

When he’s finally done talking, he doesn't go to Lilly or Dan. He comes straight to you. He stands in front of you and offers your phone back. He says, “I talked to him. He won’t do it.” You nod and reach your hand out to take your phone back but the phone beeps and Jake pulls it back slightly, looking at the screen. You can't clearly see his face since he's looking down but he definitely made a face.

He offers your phone back to you. “Phil kept texting so I replied. And he certainly doesn't like my reply.” You take the one back and Jake sitting on Dan’s place. Beside you.

You open the texts.

Phil: Hey, I know we just ran into eachother, like what, two hours ago? But I couldn't help it.

Phil: So what brings you to Duskwood?

Phil: Are you ignoring me?

Me: Yes. So take a hint for once and leave her alone.

When Jake said he replied, you thought he meant he replied as you. But he replied as a third person. As him.

Phil: Who’s this?

You were certainly aware that Jake is looking at you or your phone at the moment, but when you turn towards him, he looks away, as if he is not interested. So you turn your attention back to your phone and so does Jake.

Me: Hey. I am sorry. Some asshole messed with my phone.

Phil: Just tell me the name. I know a lot of people here. I can help you get rid of him, Lia.

You heard Jake snort beside you. You can’t resist and look at him. “What is your problem?”

“Lia? Seriously? That's the best nickname he could come up with? I am disappointed.” No, you don't look disappointed. You look jealous. You wanted to say. But didn't.

“At least, he can give nicknames. Some people are just annoying when they use actual—”

“Amy.”

You suddenly can't form words. You look at him blankly but inside you are fighting a smile.

“That’s much better, isn't it?” He asks as leans back in the chair. He face is closer this way.

“No, yeah.” You say just for the sake of it.

He raises his eyebrow. He does it a lot. “Is that a yes or a no?” His voice becomes low and you feel it surrounding you from all directions.

“Yes.” Desperately, it leaves you. “I'll suggest this to Phil.”

Layers form on Jake's forehead. “No. You won't.”

“You want him to continue calling me Lia, then?” You ask.

Jake looks away. Then looks back at you. “I don't want him to call you anything. And if it is still not obvious to you then I'll say it. I don't even want him to call you or text you. And certainly not call you with a nickname I gave you.”

You can feel it when your heart skips a beat and then starts beating faster. You want to scream. He can't be with you and at the same time, he says things like this. You are not sure if you should confront him about this unfairness or just let your guard fall down and continue talking to him.

Your silence makes him realise it too as he sighs and looks away.

“I am sorry.” He says not looking at you. His hand on the table is turned into a tight fist. “I got distracted.” Then he sighs and looks at you again. “I don't mind if you move on. I’d prefer it but please, slowly.”

Your hand finds his on the table and you squeeze it. “Jake, we don't have to move on. If it's that hard to move on then let's not. Let's try. I know it will be hard too, maybe twice as hard but that's a price I can pay and I will. I just need you stop running.”

Jake’s hand turns and holds yours tighter. He’s not looking at you now but at your connected hands.

“This feels amazing.” He says, lifting your hand a bit. There's a small sad smile on his lips.

“I know.” You agree. “And I don't want to let go.”

He then looks at you. His gaze showing immense amount of emotions, almost impossible to take in. “Neither do I.” But then he's shaking his head. “But I need time, Amelia, a lot of it. To figure everything out. I certainly can't keep running with you around. I don't want you to go through that.”

Your other hand caresses his shoulder lightly. You nod, once, twice. Understanding. “You need time? I got a lot of it.”

He wears a painful expression. “You can't keep waiting for me.”

You laugh without humour. “Oh, try me."

His chest moves up then down. “If I develop a habit of you, I won't ever let you go.” He says it as if it's a bad thing. His thumb rubs against your skin.

“I am offended that you haven't already developed a habit of me.” The tension, the sadness was too much so you try to ease it. It works.

A full smile forms on Jake's lips. “I have. I can't go on with my day without thinking of you. And sometimes, you are all I think of. It's an illness, really."

A proud smile occurs on your face. “An illness? Then I want you to be forever sick of it.”

“I think I want to kiss you." He says. His eyes becoming a darker shade of green. His eyes on your lips then eyes. Just like he did earlier in the room before kissing you.

“Oh, I think you do.”

“But I can't." He points at Lilly who's guilty of staring at you two. She widens her eyes and looks away. You steal a glance at Dan and he's streching his arms awkwardly.

You look anywhere but Jake when you say it, “I mean. You got a room upstairs.”

“No way." Jake says and you look at him disappointed.

“Why not?” Your voice comes out tiny.

“You and me in a locked room? I'll get too much freedom.” He's so close to your face now. And you just know he's maintaining his distance for the sake of the audience.

Your eyes go to his lips. Too soft to not be kissed. “Maybe too much is just what I crave right now."

Part 4

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Hey guys!! I got a question for you! So, the next chapter will most probably be smut, and I'm thinking of Jake's pov. But I have 2 options. Option 1: Jake's pov while doing it or Option 2: Jake’s pov of the aftercare. Let me know in the comments!!

And thanks for your support. Love you all✨✨🖤

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sometimes-i-write-4-you · 1 year

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My specialty - Criminal Minds x reader (hinting to Spencer Reid x Reader)

tag list: @louderfortheback

The coffee store was fuller than usual, as if everyone decided that today they are in the mood for good coffee instead of the usual shitty one they have at their offices. Spencer Reid stood in line, looking around him and scanning the people around him, specifically the man and their arms. Last night, they got a video sent by an Unsub in which you can see a small part of his tattoo for a second. He messed up, he didn't notice his sleeve rolled up when the girl he was holding fought back. He might be digressing, since he was not as careless in the other videos he sent. Spencer suspected the UnSub might have a tattoo there, since in every video so far he fixed the sleeves before his arms were visible to the camera.

"Oh my god, I love your tattoo!" Spencer hears a female voice saying. He immediately looks for the girl who said it, and luckily it's the one right in front of him and he has a clean line to see the tattoo she's talking about. It's higher up on the arm than the one the Unsub has, and it seemed to be a differentstyle, more cartoony. "Thanks" the man says, but the woman continues talking. "It was done by Emily Grace, right? Must be one of her older works, i'd say, 2.5-3 years ago? she only does color now" She says. In her head she continues to explain the tattoo has just enough color to show the beginning of her style change. Emily has done color tattoos exclusively for two years, but started adding small color elements to her works about 3.5 years ago. This one was very colorful, but not enough to be newer, so that means… "yup, I got it done about 3 years ago, 2 years and 10 months to be exact" the man confirms this womans guess. spencer heard the conversation, and an idea snuck up in his head. "Excuse me, Ma'am-" he starts, but she cuts him off. "Ma'am? How old do I look to you, sir?" She says, highlighting the use of the word sir as If it's payback. "I-" Spencer says, confused. She does look about his age, maybe a bit younger. "I'm sorry if I offended you, but I have a question" he gathers a sentence. "Ask away" she smiles. "If you see a part of a tattoo, you think you can recognize the artist, like you just did?" He asks. "Uh, if I know the artist well enough, probably. I've been working in tattoo parlors for a while now, as a secretary, so i know a lot of artists, I spent hours with their flash books by my side and went through them dozens of times" she replies, and Spencer smiles a satisfied smile. He looks her up and down real quick, spotting a name tag on her shirt, "well, (Y/N), how do you feel about helping the FBI?" Spencer says.

she squints her eyes at him. He pulls out his badge, "I am Doctor Reid, I am with the BAU, Behavioral assessment unit, and we really can't continue this conversation farther in here, this is, uh, sensitive information" Spencer says. "Well, Spencer, let me just get my coffee first, okay? Gotta be awake in order to catch the bad guys" (Y/N) says, and smirks at his confused look. "What, think you're the only one who can read names?" She says, and turns her head back to the line, as it is finally her turn.

Spencer and (Y/N) left the coffee shop, each one with his favorite coffee in hand. "I need to be at the parlor in like, 2 hours, I left early to study a bit, but it can wait" (Y/N) says. "Good" Spencer said, "I'll just call my, uh, boss, to clear you and all that technical things". "Do you even have the authority to just… decide I'm a consultant on the investigation now?" (Y/N) asks, walking by her new acquaintance. "They'll listen to me" Spencer said, as the beeping on the other line is replaced by a voice of a man. "Hotch, remember the Tattoo dead end, Garcia didn't manage to find a match?" Spencer says.

"Yes, Spencer, I remember, it was very disappointing, but why are you bringing this up? We have to look at other angles, this girls life are at risk" Hotch says, but spencer stays calm. "I found this girl, at the coffee shop, she recognized the artist and approximate the time the tattoo was done on this guy who was in line with us, she worked a few tattoo parlors all around, she might be able to at least find the artist, that can help us, right?" Spencer says, and (Y/N) tries to hear the man she assumed is Hotch replying. "I mean, we considered it a dead end, but if you think she can do it, I trust you" Hotch says. "Good, I'm bringing her with me. We'll be there in, I belive, 18 minutes. She's a slow walker" Spencer said. "I am not a slow Walker" (Y/N) corrects him,wanting to give in to the urge to give him a light punch on his shoulder but thinking it might be inappropriate considering the fact they just met, and he is sort-of her boss for the next 2 hours. "just nearly had any coffee" she finishes her sentence. "So, Dr. Reid am I in?" (Y/N) asks. "You are in" The brown-haired man confirms. (Y/N) chugges the warm brown liquid as if it was beer. She shakes her head, and starts walking, fast. "You were supposed to take a right there" Spencer calls after her, catching up. "Yeah, you really should be the one on the lead" she smiles awkwardly.

"You made it in less than 18 minutes" a tall, black haired man with the most serious face ever seen says, welcoming Dr. Reid and (Y/N) to the BAU's headquarters. "Yeah, apparently she just needed fuel to walk faster" Spencer said, defending his mistake. "I'm assuming you are Hotch?" She says, and he nods. "Agent Hotch, yes" he says, handing her a string with a tag on it. "This is your clearance, without it security will throw you out if you are not with any of the team" Hotch says, and starts walking. The newly met pair follows him to what appears to be a conference room, and there on the table there is a close up, enhanced photo of the edge of a sleeve, a tattoo peeking from it. (Y/N) sits down in front of it. "Well, this is Alex's work, for sure.This is old-trad. the shading and… this part, right here-" she circles a section with her finger, "-appears to be a tail, a reptile, for sure. He had a phase as a kid, loves tattooing reptiles" (Y/N) says. "Spen- I mean, uh, Doctor Reid, when you guys spoke on the phone, you said Garcua couldn't find a match?" She asks. "Yeah, she's our, uh, tech girl, she ran it through programs trying to compare the visible part to photos of tattoos online-" Spencer said, but (Y/N) cuts him off. Hotch looked at the two interacting, it was weird that someone was thinking as fast as Spencer.

"Alex hates the whole… internet thing, he's an older guy, he had no social media, and all of his records are kept in a binder. Flashes, photos of the tattoos and the client's information" she says, "and I have access to this binder". "Well, what are we waiting for? Get that binder here, now. I'll call JJ to help you two find the tattoo in that binder" Hotch says, and leaves the room to get JJ. (Y/N) nods, and takes out her phone. "Hey, dad, I need your tattoo binder" she says, "like, right now. Can you get it to me? I'll send you an address".

30 minutes later JJ, Spencer and (Y/N) are sitting in the conference room, this time the original shot from the video is on a screen.

"There should be a section of arm tattoos" (Y/N) says, flipping through the binder with slightly shaking hands. If this guy got tattoos by her dad, chances are she met him. Her dad's parlor was the first one she worked at, until he stopped tattooing. She finally found the section. "This binder is as organized as it gets, each section is divided to even more sections, so…" she continues, finally resting her hands on the sides of the table. "Reptile section" Spencer says, looking over her shoulder. She take the first paper out of the nylon it's in and put it against the screen. The tattoos don't line up. She put it back."there are leafs here, I think" JJ says, pointing at the edge of the sleeve. (Y/N) squints her eyes and notice the edges of a green triangle. She flips through the binder, searching for green. The reptile itself was red and black, traditional old-trad style. (Y/N) takes out a few options, Spencer and JJ looking through them and lining the ones with the most similarities with the tattoo of the UnSub, as she heard the team refer to the man in the video. "This looks close enough, isn't it?" JJ says, lining a black and red snake with a few leafs against the screen. "Yeah, it does" Spencer confirms, and takes the paper from JJ hands. "The name on the bottom is Henry Greenway" he puts down the paper on the desk in what will become the pile of possible Unsubs. Every other picture so far didn't seem to fit, and so it was returned to the binder to it's exact spot in the binder. Spencer called Garcia. "Hey, Garcia, I need you to check someone for me, uh, Henry Greenway. Search for, uh, time in the military, a family lost at a young age, minor felonies, possibly…" Spencer talked, and Garcia started looking. Meanwhile, they kept comparing tattoos to find one that matches well.

“Dr. REid, you said this guy, the Unsub as you refer to him, lost family at a young age?” (Y\N) said, flipping through the pages. Spencer nodded, “uh; yeah; why?” he asked, wondering what goes on in (Y\N)’s head. “I know this guys, well, a lot of them. There’s this one guy my dad tattooed often, Gabriel something… he got a tattoo for the memory of his dad and sister who died on a family trip, they drowned, i think…” she said, as her face changed into a shocked yet proud look. “Try this one, the name, Gabriel Walker… it’s him, i think” she handed Spencer a paper.

"This one lines up pretty much perfectly, don't you think?" Spencer said, holding the picture of a tattoo against the screen. "I think we might got our Unsub, great work here, (Y\N)” JJ said, punching the (H\C) haired women lightly on her shoulder. A phone rang as Spencer grabbed his phone to call Garcia and ask her to search Gabriel instead. "This Henry guy, he is not our Unsub. All the family is alive, has a steady job he is adored in… he did do some time in the military, but no felonies, no nothing" Garcia said,, and so Spencer asks for information on Gabriel Walker. A few minutes pass, and Garcia calls back. "Spencer, this might be our guy… his dad and sister died when he was 10, they drowned on a family vacation to a lake up north, the site closed down after being determined unsafe. Some minor felonies until he joined the army, then no record until six months ago, a bar fight. Guy didn't press charges because he felt bad for the 'poor, drunk guy', and-"Garcia said, her word flow stopping. "Spencer, the date the bar fight happened, it was the anniversary of the day his dad and sister drowned" Garcia said. "He must be our guy then" Spencer declares and hangs up.

“Guess my work here is done” (Y\N) says as she packs up her things. JJ has left the room to get everyone, and Spencer and the impressive women were left alone. “You did great, really. I thought it’s impressive that I remember everything I've ever read but this is something else…” Spencer said. An awkward laugh left (Y\N) mouth and she was almost sad to leave. “Thank you” she said, “I mean, tattoos are my speciality”.

“Hey, what is it that you study? How about i’ll help you out to say thank you?” Spencer asked. “It’s, uh, well, i didn’t want to say earlier, i’m getting a B.A. in criminology” she answered. “Well than i am more than qualified to help you” Spencer laughed and handed her his business card. She put it in her pocket. “Het, Spencer, Quit the flirting and get to catching” Derek called as he passed by the conference room. “Well, duty calls, but we’ll have a study session some other time” Spencer smiled at her, and left the room with her right behind him. Gideon took her aside, catching up as she’s been to his lectures, and Spencer caught up to Derek. “I was not flirting” Spencer clarified, “I think” he added, mumbling to himself as Derek laughed.

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strawberrytypewriter · 9 months

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[Perfect Crime .1]

Pairing: established gn!reader x Seonghwa, reader x Minho, reader x ???

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, implied cheating, uhhh Seonghwa's a lil dumb, cursing, perhaps mature things later

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Your life is not perfect.

Nobody's is, and you know that – but all in all, you think it might come close to perfect at this moment in time. At least, that's what you tell everyone.

After all, you have a decent job to help you through school, loving friends, a loving, perfect boyfriend – the only issue being that he attends an entirely different college than you.

But that's okay, you've made it work so far. Weekends, if he isn't busy, are spent with him, on dates or in his apartment. That's becoming increasingly rare as of late with his friends becoming frequent occupants, but he tells you it's because he tries his best to keep it clean but doesn't want you to see whatever chaos they manage to leave behind.

Friends that he loves, you can hear it in his voice when he talks about them – friends that you have yet to meet.

("They're a lot," he tells you, "just be prepared when you meet them.")

But for the most part, your time with him is restricted to phone calls and facetime. You'll take it – anything for him.

Like now – the phone rings once, twice, three times as you wander aimlessly from the kitchen of your own apartment to the living room. It rings a fourth, clicks with a familiar "hello", and the bright bloom of happiness dims as it continues, "this is Park Seonghwa, please leave a message at the beep".

You don't leave a message, instead hanging up and checking the time with a frown. Perhaps you'd been early? 6:02, the clock reads, mocking you.

Maybe he has his phone on dnd – you're often guilty of that when you're busy studying or in class. So you pull up his contact, typing a message.

[Hey babe, are we still doing our usual call? Let me know! Love you!]

Clicking your phone, you drop onto the couch with a sigh and reach for the remote. You'd make plans with friends if Seonghwa would let you know he's busy or not feeling up to it – but without a definitive answer, you feel guilty for entertaining ideas of anything else.

So you sink into watching tv, halfway through a fourth episode of The Glory before you realize your phone is ringing, caller ID making your heart leap.

Seonghwa.

"Hey," you greet breathlessly, "sorry, I didn't see my phone ringing."

"It's okay," he answers, tone warm and soft, "I just got your text."

You pull your phone away to read the time. 10:34, it reads, and you fight the urge to frown as you bring it back to your ear. "It's okay," you say, hopeful, "we can still talk."

There's a pause. "Actually," Seonghwa says, and your heart sinks. "I don't think I can do it tonight."

"Oh," you say, and it's impossible to keep the disappointment and touch of annoyance from your tone. "But Seonghwa, we haven't talked all week–"

"I know," he cuts in. "And I'm sorry, I've just been busy. Really busy."

"Yeah!" Comes the sudden crow of another voice, bright and stifling laughter, "busy–"

Whoever it is goes silent, presumably muffled. There's another beat of silence. "Sorry, I'm studying with Wooyoung and San."

"Oh." It feels kind of funny, that your vocabulary with him seems to be reduced to that a lot as of late. Oh. It's a knot that forms in your stomach, alive with doubts and worries and fears, a writhing viper's nest that makes breathing hard. "Uh – a-actually, I'm – I'm busy too. I'm going to go, okay?"

"[Name]," Seonghwa intones, a warning and a plea in one.

"Really." You swallow. "I'm going to go, okay? I love you. Talk to you later?"

"Talk to you later," is his answer, and then the phone clicks. You listen to the dial tone, curled on the couch, tv show forgotten under the hot blur of tears that cloud your vision as you try not to dwell on the true gut punch of the last few minutes.

Seonghwa didn't say love you back.

He loves you.

He swears that he does, that you're all he could ever want in a partner – he just wishes you weren't so clingy.

Uni is hard enough to juggle along with a job and apartment – and then there's you. You live in the next city over, attending a different school – and he thought it'd be okay. You could make this work.

But you want to spend time with him on the weekends, insist on calls at the end of each week to tell each other about everything that's happened – and truth be told, it's a little stifling.

Seonghwa feels bad about lying, at least long enough for guilt to linger in his stomach after he's hung up. You'd sounded like you were going to cry, and he hates that.

But he needs space.

"Dude," San intones when he expresses as much, frowning as his brow furrows, "you have space. [Name] doesn't live with you, or go to school with us."

Wooyoung, who'd earlier been all too happy to interrupt his phone call, lets his smile fade. "Wait. Did you just lie to–"

"I didn't lie," Seonghwa protests, but the roiling in his stomach says otherwise. He had lied to you, told you that he didn't have time for you. "I'll see them this weekend, it's not a big deal."

They share a look.

"I dunno," Wooyoung says. "If I were dating you and you started pulling this kind of shit on me, I'd dump you."

San shrugs when Seonghwa looks at him. "I'm with Wooyoung. You didn't even say 'i love you' back."

"Do I have to?" Seonghwa begins collecting his books off the table. "[Name] knows I love them."

San gives him an unreadable look. "Do they?"

The question haunts Seonghwa, long after San and Wooyoung leave his apartment, after he's retired to his bed.

Of course you know he loves you. He's never given you reason to doubt it, has he? He rolls onto his side, facing the extra pillow – your pillow when you've stayed over. That'd been a lot right before school started, so much so the sweet, soft smell of your shampoo seemed to seep into the very fiber of the pillow.

He reaches, bringing the fabric to his nose. All he smells is laundry detergent.

His eyes drift. His bedroom is neat, long shadows cast by the soft light of his lego display, to his closet – where months ago, he'd had several of your things hung.

He can't remember the last time you left anything here. His stomach churns, chest tight as he rolls over, away from the other pillow.

It's love, he tells himself, not guilt that drives him to pick up his phone, to text you. You're asleep – at least he thinks you should be.

[You know I love you, right?]

The question weighs heavy for you both, neither sure of the answer.

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Please write me a sequel!

I'm at the point where I haven't been able to read enough ventrobi fanfics lately and I have stared at the blank word document for such a long time that I actually managed to write something.

Please, please write me as many sequels to this fic as you can!

I will read it! I will read it whether or not it's in English. I can use Google translate. I will read it even if it's not a ventrobi fic. I will read it whatever genre it is. I will read it!

Also, please forgive me, I do not speak English on daily basis as it's not my main language, and I have used Google translate to produce this.

The Catalysis

The battle of Sullust

”Looks like I'm her favorite”, Kenobi said while accelerating his starfighter into full speed. Ventress followed him close behind.

”I'm kind of disappointed. Only the droids follow me”, he heard Anakin say over the comm.

Obi-Wan was too distacted to hear what else Anakin had to say. Ventress had damaged his ship and it was getting difficult to maneuver safely between the cruisers and fighters dancing chaotically around him. Another light beeped on his fighters console and alerted him of a new system failure.

”Anakin, I'm going to need some help.” It wasn't a request, they both knew that, but more of a statement he didn't like making too often.

”Where are you?” Anakin's voice came over the comm.

Obi-Wan didn't actually know where he was, but continued to fly forward. He tried to find Anakin's starfighter among the ships but wherever his old apprentice as, he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Obi-Wan made a tight turn still trying to lose Ventress, but she seemed more determined than ever to actually kill him this time and followed him with ease. Suddenly he found himself flying through a relative empty space straight towards the Separatist command ship Vindicator. His frowned as his starfighter started to slow down considerably. This wasn't looking good.

He could almost see Ventress' smile when one of her shots hit home and more alarm blared around him.

”I'm hit!” he shouted over the comm. ”I'm heading towards the Separatist flagship.”

”I see you. I've got her”, the comm answered with Anakins voice.

Obi-Wan glaced behind for a second to see Anakin's shots hitting Ventress' fighter.

”Good shot.” It was enough of a thank you now. He made a note to thank him properly after the battle. His starfighter was in poor condition and flying straight without hitting anything required all his attention. The engine light indicated overheating, possibly a fire, which would be fatal in space.

”I'm going to land on the Separatist flagship for quick repairs”, he informed Anakin over the comm. ”Go win the fight.”

”You get to rest your legs while I'm doing all the work”, Anakin laughed. ”Typical.”

Obi-Wan was certain had Anakin seen his poor attempt of a landing he would have needed to endure neverending snide remarks about his flying skills. Perhaps it was better that he didn't follow him. Ventress certanly did, also mostly crashing her fighter to the back wall of the hangar space. Obi-Wan opened his canopy as his astomech droid concentrated on putting down the fire in the engine space. He wondered how long it would take Ventress to climb our of her fighter and attack him. He wouldn't have needed more than a few minutes to get his starfighter into a flying order, but even that much time might have been too much to ask. He was, of course, completely right.

”Master Kenobi. So nice of you to finally visit my cruiser.” Obi-Wan turned to look at Ventress standing on top her crashed starfighter.

”Perhaps I should give you a tour. We could start from the holding cells”, she taunted and grabbed her lightsabers.

Obi-Wan flashed her a smile, then glaced his droid. It was still busy with the repairs. He had to buy some time

”Thank you for the offer, my dear, but I already have plans for the evening.” Come on, think of something...

”Pity”, she said and activated her lightsabers. ”I even made cookies for you.”

Her attack came swiftly, and Obi-Wan blocked it easily. He had to take the fight away from the starfighter. He'd be stranded if something happened to it and would have to call Anakin for the rescue. Again.

”Perhaps I was too hasty. Cookies with a cup of caf sound fantastic” he teased as they circled each other.

”Mmm.. Too bad I only have tea.” She attacked him again. Obi-Wan parried her attacks, again and again, but he knew he needed a distraction, a moment to turn her attention elsewhere. It was usually that very moment when Anakin showed up and turned the tide in their favor, but he was busy with his own fight just outside the cruiser. Perhaps...

An idea formed in his mind and he was quick to act upon it.

Anakin's shot hit the mark and he flew through the clouds of particles that used to be droid fighters just second ago. The Republic was definitely winning the fight over The Sullust System. Dreadnought after dreadnought was gunned down to burn in the planets orbit, until only a few remained. They were commanded by droids, who were, by design, rather stupid and would not give up. The biggest problem was Ventress's flagship the Vindicator. Well, not the ship itself, but rather the fact that Obi-Wan was still on board.

Artoo beeped something in front of him and he didn't need to read the translation on the screen to know exactly what the droid had said.

”Sounds like he's in trouble” Anakin frowned. Artoo beeped again, this time sounding very annoyed. ”No, we cannot land, the hangar bay is on the other side and it would take too long to get there. But the bridge is directly ahead...” Anakin took a quick look at the fight around him. Clear space, no droid fighters. Perfect.

”Artoo, target the remaining missile towards the bridge. That should cripple the ship.” Artoo beeped again and a target appeared on Anakin's screen. Less than a second later the missile started it's short journey towards the Vindicator's bridge. The blast blinded Anakin, but he recovered just in time to see flashes of blue energy dancing along the dreadnoughts magnetic field. When it reached the center and the back of the cruiser, he saw the hyperspace engines powered up and within seconds the ship disappeared into hyperspace.

”Whoops.”

Ventress wasn't too concerned when the ship trembled around her and the lights flickered before returning normal. It was rather normal during battles as the ship was build to take loads of damage and it had back up system that had their own back up systems and so forth. She did become more concerned when the hangar door abruptly closed, but not concerned enough to leave Kenobi alone. Only after her comm notified her of an urgent message she decided to figure what was going on with her cruiser. With the hangar doors closed Kenobi wasn't going anywhere anyway.

Ventress blocked Kenobi's attack and pushed him away from her. He remained standing, but seemed to hesitate his next more. She frowned at him, then jumped up on a narrow landing near the ceiling. She opened the maintenance door with the help of the Force, and made her way hastily towards the front of the ship.

The blast doors leading to the bridge were closed and not responding to commands. Ventress stood in front of them and tried not to damage the droid in command.

”When you said you can't reach the bridge, did you mean the droids on the bridge are not responding or that you can't literally go to the bridge?” she asked, trying to keep her voice level.

”Uh, yes Mistress.. uh. Ma'am. Uh... Supreme Leader”, the battle droid in command blurted.

Her jaw tightened and she closed her eyes. Don't smash the droid. Don't smash the droid. Don't smash the droid.

She opened her eyes, again, and asked the droid, again, if it was possible to get to the bridge.

”Uhh... We have tried to contact the bridge by the main computer, but it refuses to talk to the maintenance droids.” A series of rogerrogers echoed in the hallway.

”Is there anything else you have found out?” Ventress asked the droids. The situation felt urgent and she had to know what was going on.

”Uh... 22086-3 downloaded the ships status report.”

The status report was disastrous, and it gave a clear picture of what had happened. First, whatever had happened to the bridge had also short circuited the main computer. This caused the fusion generator powering the cruiser to go into overdrive and a glitch in the system had directed the overflow energy to the hyperspace engines. And of course the electric pulse had fried the navigation computer and despite multiple attempts it refused to turn back on. According to the droids, the main computer had also fried several astromech droids that were the only things on the ship that could access the main computer.

So, the ship was going extremely fast to a random direction without any way to navigate. They could be on their way into a star or crash into a purrgil. Wonderful way to die. Fast and efficient.

”Do we have any astromech droids left?” Ventress asked the droid in command.

The droid looked around looking perhaps a little confused.

”No, ma'am. Uh... Supreme leader. We had 150 units but IK67-88 was destroyed by a starfighter, IK69-77 got smashed into particles by the magnetic lock, HG56-111 was -”

The droid was interrupted by a lightsaber and it fell on the floor headless. Somehow it didn't make Asajj feel any better. There had to be a way through this mess that didn't involve flying into a sun or a black hole. A way that would present itself sooner than later. A way out. A ship. With an astromech droid.

Kenobi.

Obi-Wan had dismantled all the droids in the hangar control room. He didn't know why the hangar doors were closed, but it had to have something to do with the malfunctioning computer system. He stood in front of a console and for the tenth time tried to type in the right command to open the doors.

System error 69A. Insert access code.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath and typed in another command. A loud bang from the control room door reminded him of the urgency of the situation. Two droidekas had seen him opening the door and they were determined to shoot him. Not that he would let that happen, but he might have to let go of his task of opening the hangar doors. He frowned and tried another code. Why nothing worked on the damn ship?

The banging on the door became more frequent and urged Obi-Wan to action. He left the console alone and settled right next to the door. Maybe he could push the droids to the other side of the room and make his escape that way. Obi-Wan braced himself as the door swung open and the droidekas rolled in. He managed to damage one, but the other remained at the doorway. This wasn't going as planned.

The droidekas straightened and activated their shields in mere nanoseconds, then turned towards him. He fully expected them to shoot at him, but the droids just stood there in silence. What the kriff?

The comm unit on the computer console cracked and buzzed.

”Kenobi”, the all too familiar voice of Asajj Ventress said over the comm. ”We have a problem.”

Obi-Wan approached the console carefully remaining in position to parry any incoming blaster fire and opened the comm channel. This was interesting.

”We?” he asked.

”As the only living beings on the cruiser, yes”, Ventress said. Her voice was slightly distorted by static.

”What kind of a problem we have, then?”

”We are in hyperspace.”

”Hmm” Obi-Wan thought aloud. ”And where are you taking us?”

”I don't know. That's the problem. We could be flying into a sun in any given moment.” Ventress sounded oddly serious.

”You've got to be joking”, he stated dryly.

”Idiot”, she grunted. ”Do you really believe I wouldn't have gutted you by now if there wasn't an antual emergency? The ship's main computer is half dead and something happened to the bridge.”

”What do you mean?” Obi-Wan asked with genuine concern. Maybe this wasn't a joke after all.

He was able to hear a loud sigh from the comm. ”There is no bridge. Listen, Jedi, I told the droids not to shoot you. I can tell them to open fire but I need you alive for now.”

”So we have a truce, then?” he smiled slyly and glanced at the droidekas. They remained still.

”Fine”, her voice reeked of anger and disgust, but somehow it sounded that her feelings were at least partially controlled.

Obi-Wan didn't deactivate his lightsaber, but turned to look at the hangar holocam feed. He saw Ventress standing next to his starfighter with her arms crossed. At least she hadn't damaged his ship.

”I'll meet you at the hangar.”

Obi-Wan walked slowly towards the droids, then past them to the hallway. He was surprised they didn't follow him. He turned a corner and almost run into a battle droid. The droid merely stared at him. So, Ventress had kept her word. That thought coursed through his head over and over again until it formed a eerie conclusion: if she didn't lie about the truce, maybe she wasn't lying about the situation with the ship either. And if she hadn't lied, well... Just thinking about the possibility they were heading to an unknown direction in hyperspace made him shiver.

”Took you long enough.”

”I took a tour as you suggested. I take you already have a plan to escape”, Kenobi smirked as he marched across the hangar to where she was standing.

He was met with an eyeroll. ”Obviously. I need your droid and he refuses to talk to me.”

”Of course, R4 is loyal to the Republic and won't cooperate with the Separatists.” He paused. ”Why do you need him anyway? Aren't there enough droids on this ship?”

Asajj let out an exasperated sigh. ”The Vindicator's main frame is dead. The nav computer is not functioning, and any droid that has tried to plug into a data port has been fried and turned into a useless pile of electronics.” She let her words sink in and watched with curiosity the expression on Kenobi's face turn grave.

”Your ship, however, has a functioning main frame and nav computer. Maybe your droid is smart enough to link your ship to my ship, steer us into a safe direction and shut down the hyperdrive.”

Kenobi hmm'd and pondered the options they had. He's hand found it's way to his beard, a gesture so natural that he didn't even notice it.

”That would take some time, and if things are really as serious as you said we don't have any time to spare. Besides, plugging my droid into a dataport would be too risky.”

”I suppose you have a better idea, then.” Asajj was curious to hear what Kenobi had to suggest. Perhaps the great Jedi was also a master mechanic, although she doubted that he'd know any more than she did of repairing spaceships.

”Maybe. Does your cruiser have any escape pods?” he asked.

”Obviously, but what good would they be? They don't have fuel for more than one short hyperspace jump, and without knowing our location we'd end up floating in deep space and freezing to dead.”

Kenobi turned to look at her.

”I think I have a plan.”

Obi-Wan sat across Ventress in the escape pod. She looked displeased as always. He hoped from the bottom of his heart that she'd keep her word and not kill him. Still, better not to fall asleep.

They had taken with them every survival kit he had had on his fighter. She had found some extra blankets and spare clothes while he had gathered all the rations from the other escape pods. The supplies filled most of the pod leaving little room for them, but since they didn't know where they'd end up, it was better to be prepared for everything.

He found his mind nervously jumping from one thought to other. He took a deep breath and forced himself to focus. Getting nervous wouldn't be of any help.

He had told R4 to use the nav computer on his fighter to scan nearby planets and moons for habitable ones. The moment he'd find one they'd launch the escape pod. It meant leaving R4 behind, and the mere thought made him sad and question his plan, but he saw no other option. They couldn't move the fighter anywhere near the escape pods and in the time it would take R4 to reach them, the opportunity to survive might be gone.

His comlink beeped. There was a brief message from R4 stating that there was a habitable environment nearby. It was now or never.

He turned to look Ventress and for a brief moment he could see the uncertainty in her eyes. Then she turned away and pressed the launch button. He swallowed and forced himself to look forward where the familiar stripes of hyperspace turned into stagnant stars.

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