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#i ripped apart my room twice & rearranged it once and it was at work this whole time..
niteview · 3 years
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found the necklace i misplaced two years ago yesterday 😭
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softyoongiionly · 4 years
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Can I Make a Mess Now?
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Jungkook’s never had sex before but, after realizing that he’s falling in love with you, he thinks he wants that to change.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Virgin! Jungkook, established relationship au, college au, smut, fluff.
Word Count: 4.8k
A/N: This is a part 2 to Will You Make a Mess Now? Please please please let me know what you think! Love you
Warnings: smut, language, 18+ only please.
Winter break never lasts long enough does it?
A few short weeks of bliss and then-
BOOM.
You’re forced out of the warm and lazy cocoon of holiday spirit and, back into the rigidity of modern education.
It’s not that you don’t enjoy your studies, it’s just that after nearly four years of exams and, group projects that never go exactly as planned; you are starting to feel burnt out.
It also doesn’t help that you spent the majority of your winter break sleeping over at your boyfriends house.
You got used to the weight of his head on your chest.
You got used to running your fingers through his hair; an act that lulled both of you to sleep.
You got used to waking up beside him every morning.
When the semester started once again, the two of you agreed that you’d reserve overnight stays to weekends only.
As encouraging as you were of each other’s success, copious amounts of alone time is a (delightful) distraction.
Especially since the two of you began exploring the boundaries of your relationship.
At the beginning of winter break, Jungkook had revealed to you that not only was he a virgin but, he’s never been touched before.
After a bit of discussion, he decided that he wanted you to change that.
And boy did you…
You still can’t get the images of him falling apart beneath the firm grasp of your hand out of your head.
It’s arguably one of the best things you’ve ever seen.
Jungkook’s room became the safe haven for exploration.
Many cold nights were spent underneath his duvet, touching on each other until things eventually got heated enough for you to take turns making eachother cum.
Happy Holidays indeed.
There was one night in particular that things got a little out of hand.
In the heat of the moment, Jungkook had torn off your t-shirt, leaving the two of you to make out in your underwear.
He positioned you on his lap with a low whine in his throat and, at the feeling of your heat pressing directly into his dick; he almost lost it right then and there.
It took everything in him to keep his hands steady.
To keep them from ripping your panties off…
However, he succeeded and although, it was painful to slow things down, he knew it was the right thing to do.
The only problem is, that night increased his desire to a level he’s never felt before.
He knows he wants you to be his first but; he’s so particular and, so sensitive to his surroundings that he wants to make sure everything is perfect.
Perfection is a concept he frequently struggles with and, although he’s lessened his standards over the years, he still finds himself reverting back to his old habits.
Losing his virginity is a big deal for him.
He can’t help that.
And because it carries so much weight, he feels the need to hold off until the moment is 100% right.
But, how does he define such a thing?
He knows he wants you.
He knows you want him.
He knows he’s falling in love with you…
So, how is a perfect moment established?
Can you plan it?
Jungkook doesn’t know but, he’s starting to believe that he can’t.
His brothers don’t understand his issues.
Seokjin’s been with his girlfriend for two years and, every time she comes to visit, he can hear her moaning through his bedroom door.
An event that continuously scars him.
Namjoon is engrossed in his studies so, he doesn’t make time for relationships.
But one time, when he was looking for his laptop, Jungkook walked in on him getting his dick sucked.
He’s still never gotten that image out of his head.
Hoseok literally attended an orgy two months ago.
Jimin’s dating his childhood sweetheart.
Taehyung stays over at the sorority house at least twice a week.
And, last but not least, Yoongi frequently walks around sporting various love bites and scratch marks after a night with his girlfriend.
Jungkook’s spoken with his hyungs’ regarding sex a few times but, it’s never a conversation he initiates.
He’s far too shy to openly speak about these things.
But from what he’s gathered, sex is top notch.
None of his brothers could think of anything that feels as good, although Yoongi did cite sleeping as a close second.
After a long week of lectures and tedious lab work, Jungkook has finally decided that he wants to lose his virginity.
Or at least…he’s ready to talk about it…
He starts off guns a blazing: he sends you a text trying to appear nonchalant despite the fact that his heart is currently pounding in his chest.
Jungkook: do you want to come over tonight? 
Jungkook: there’s a new season of that anime we started watching :)
His message does the same bit of damage on your heart because, although you two have been dating for quite some time, you still get excited at the thought of seeing him.
You: plzzz
You: this first week has killed me
You: I need to relax so bad
You: my brain cell count has dropped to dangerously low amount.
Jungkook chuckles to himself, shaking his head at your response.
Jungkook: wow
Jungkook: lower than normal???
Jungkook: that’s pretty bad jagi :/
You giggle, already gathering your toothbrush and, various other items needed for an overnight stay.
You:  I know
You: it’s a tragedy : (
Despite the playful banter between the two of you, Jungkook is furiously moving around his room, cleaning every inch of it.
He’s dusting the shelves, vacuuming his floor, rearranging his figurines on his desk.
He feels like a mad man…
Jungkook: lol you’re ridiculous
Jungkook: you can come over around 7 if you’re ready; I’m just finishing up an assignment.
Jungkook: miss you <3
Your boyfriend is literally sour patch kid.
You: miss you too 
You: falling asleep without you sucks
You: 10/10 would not recommend
Jungkook smiles, gripping his phone in his hand, a flurry of emotions stirring in his stomach.
Jesus, he really likes you…
Jungkook: stay the night then
Jungkook: I’ll make sure you sleep better tonight
He feels proud of himself.
He initiated you coming over, he’s holding a playful/flirty conversation with you, and he’s totally not freaking out at the fact that he’s going to have to tell you he’s ready to have sex.
Right?
Okay, the last part is definitely a lie but he’s just gonna go with it.
You: on my way :)
Jungkook receives this text from you roughly two hours later when he’s getting out of the shower.
He deep cleaned his bedroom, put fresh bedding on his mattress, scrubbed every inch of his body and, now he was standing in front of the mirror with nothing but a towel on his hips.
He takes time slathering lotion all over his skin, hoping that you like the vanilla-honey scent before applying a copious amount of deodorant.
He shaved in the shower, taking his time to remove the bit of hair around his crotch because it makes him feel cleaner.
Jungkook’s hair is getting longer too so, he’s been putting leave in conditioner on his ends to keep them healthy and spritzing his hair with anti-frizz serum.
After roughly 20 minutes of primping, he gets another text from you as he’s pulling on his sweat pants.
You: Here <333
Jungkook feels his stomach twist whilst reading your message.
Here goes nothing…
You’re standing outside the door of Jungkook’s house, dressed in a hoodie and a pair of leggings.
Comfy works out for you because, it requires minimal effort and, it’s also your boyfriend’s favorite look on you.
So, it’s a win win.
Given the fact that you and Jungkook usually end up fooling around, you took the time to exfoliate and shave whilst you were in the shower.
You may have also worn a new lacy red bra that had arrived in the mail earlier that day…
But, who knows?
“Yahhh there she is…”
You instantly light up as Jungkook eagerly swings open his front door, quickly pulling you into his grasp.
He smells amazing but, he feels even better and, you waste no time in pulling him close to you.
“I missed you.” You mutter into his hair
He grins, hugging you a bit tighter and, ushering you inside, “Missed you too, are you cold at all?”
Stepping through the threshold of his door, you notice that he’s freshly showered himself, his hair is damp and stringy but, it frames his face perfectly
“A little bit but, I plan on using you for warmth really soon so, I’m good.”
His hand is intertwined with yours as he leads you up to his room and, his face lights up with a smile.
“I got a new duvet on Tuesday, it’s really warm but,” He places a hand on his chest. “,you can still use me though, I missed having you here.”
Jungkook mutters the last half of his sentence, his cheeks warming up at his confession before he pushes open the bedroom door.
You don’t comment on his shyness but, it makes you smile and lean into him a little more.
His room is always clean but, the fresh scent of his disinfectant spray is slightly more pungent than normal. It isn’t a harsh smell; it’s a soft lavender cleaner that he special orders from Korea.
He absolutely hates the scent of bleach.
“It’s a nice color huh?”
Jungkook gestures to the muted grey of his new bedding, which is carefully placed over his mattress.
“I love it, it’s very you.” You smile as your eyes scan the room, “it matches your furniture really well too.”
His eyes light up, “Yeah, yeah that’s why I got it. I knew it would look good with the- um the desk and the dresser and stuff. See, I knew you’d notice that…you always notice things like that.”
Before you can respond he’s speaking again, his tone slightly uneven, “Um do you want to lay down? I know you said you were cold. I can hold you if you want-“ He grimaces at his word choice, not fully understanding why his nerves are taking over already, “not that  I don’t want to or anything. I do, I just…I know you’re cold.”
You touch your hand to his cheek, bringing his wandering eyes back to yours, “Are you ok?”
Jungkook swallows, his eyes locking with yours, “Y-Yeah, I just don’t want you to be cold…”
You’re not convinced.
Although the two of you have only been together for 6 months, you like to think you’ve gotten to know Jungkook really well. He isn’t exactly a closed book and, when he’s nervous about something, it’s fairly obvious.
“Are you suuuure?”
The question is paired with a soft kiss to his lips and, Jungkook can’t help but smile when you do, his posture relaxing slightly.
“I’m sure, I’m just happy you’re here. It was weird not seeing you all week.” He tucks a stray hair behind your ear before, pecking your lips.
Again, you’re not convinced but, you don’t want to pry.
He’ll tell you when he’s ready.
The matter of his worries is dropped and, Jungkook quickly (and neatly) pulls back the covers so, that the two of you can slip underneath them.
Moments later, you’re nestled against your boyfriend’s side, draping your arm over your stomach.
“You smell good…” You mutter against his sweater, nuzzling gently against the material.
Jungkook grins triumphantly, silently patting himself on the back for his choice of lotion.
“Thank you,” His chest vibrates with the sound of his voice, “so do you…”
With that, he tentatively raises a hand towards your hair, allowing his fingertips to brush over the top of your head.  
The anime begins playing but, you’re more focused on the way his fingers feel, as you melt into the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.
And halfway through the first episode, Jungkook’s motions are beginning to take a toll on you.
But not in the way you’d normally expect…
He’s smiling softly, admiring the way you sigh at his touch, taking time to play with the ends of your hair before massaging gently at your scalp.  
“You’re going to make me sleepy…” You mumble contently, a few minutes later and, Jungkook chuckles breathlessly beneath you.
“That’s ok; you can sleep if you need to.”  
He means it.
Jungkook had other things on his agenda but, now that you’re here, all he cares about is your comfort.  
“Don’t wanna sleep-“ You nudge your nose against his ribcage, “I missed you.”
With another chuckle, he traces his fingers over the edges of your hairline, brushing over the shell of your ear.
You can feel goosebumps rising on your skin but, it’s not intrusive or sudden, they come on slowly along with a type of comfort that only Jungkook can provide.
“I’ll be here when you wake up.” He soothes, his motions continuing over the arches of your brows before, he traces back up the expanse of your forehead. “I promise.”
You can feel yourself smile as your blinking slows, taking another deep breath whilst your body seems to melt into him.
The heaviness in your eyelids is growing despite your best efforts to warrant off your exhaustion.
You didn’t want to nap, you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend but, when he tucks his fingers beneath your hair and, begins scratching gently on your scalp, the threat of sleep becomes more prominent.
“Sleepy girl…” He teases, a fond smile on his lips as he watches your eyes finally close. His thumb brushes over your cheek, gently pinching at the skin before, returning his hand to your hair.
This warms you from the inside out and, sooner or later you can’t help but, drift off into a light sleep.
Jungkook smile grows and, he slows his movements to a stop before tugging on the duvet until it covers your shoulders.  
He decides in that moment that he really wouldn’t mind spending every night just like this; tucked under the covers, falling asleep in eachother’s arms.  
He changes the show to something you’ve already seen; he doesn’t want to watch the anime without you.  
After some time has passed, you slowly come out of your slumber, happy you’re still laying on your boyfriend’s chest.  
You peer up at Jungkook to see his brow furrowed in concentration as his gaze is locked firmly on the screen.  
A smile immediately finds it’s way onto your lips, your finger reaching out to bop him on the nose.
He jumps at first, not understanding the source of the interruption before he quickly matches your smile, ““Yah she’s awake. Did you have a good nap?” He thumbs over your cheek once more and, you’re overcome by the urge to press a kiss against his lips
He’s willing and able to accept it.
His hands come up to hold you against him and, he slowly begins to move his lips against yours
“Mhm...”
His nose wrinkles with the joy on his face as he presses more kisses to your lips.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep, I just haven’t been getting to bed on time this week...”
An adorable pout comes over his mouth, “Don’t be sorry, I’m glad you were able to get some rest. It’s not late or anything.”
It’s well past sunset but, Jungkook’s vanilla cake candle is providing enough light to illuminate the details of your boyfriends face.  
You kiss him again, just because he’s cute and you can, “What did you do while I was out?”
His head reclines against his pillow again but, he tugs you closer, ensuring that you remain against him.
“I watched a few episodes of Naruto...” He admits, “I’ve seen it a million times but, I never get tired of it.”
Your arms drape over his shoulders as the upper half of your body rests over his chest. The wispy ends of his black hair are too cute to resist so you absentmindedly toy with them as you respond,
“I get it, I have a few different shows that I’m like that with; I swear I’ve seen The Office so many times I could quote it in my sleep.”  
A half smirk curves on the end of his mouth, “Yeah that’s a good one too, Jin hyung watches that show all the time.”
You giggle, tucking a bit of hair behind his ear, “Ah that explains a lot actually, Jin and Michael Scott have a lot in common.”
He chuckles at that, nodding in agreement, leaning his head against your hand.
“Which character do you think you are?”
You purse your lips, mulling it over, your eyes narrowing in thought, “Hmmm that’s a tough one cause like- I wanna say Kelly because, she’s amazing but in reality, I’m probably more of a Kevin.”
Jungkook’s smirk grows, “Isn’t that the guy who dropped his chili all over the place?
With a dramatic sigh, you nod, “God, I’ve never related to anyone more in my entire life...”
A full belly laugh comes from your boyfriends pretty mouth, his body trembling beneath you as he shakes his head.
It’s one of your favorite sounds, especially when it gets all high pitched like it is now.
“Jagi you aren’t Kevin...” He insists, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, “You are cooler than him.”
“You’re just saying that because you see the best side of me; in reality I am 100% Kevin.” You giggle, tucking more hair behind his other ear.
He still chuckles, shaking his head before nodding to you, “Who do you think I am?”
This definitely gets your brain going.
“I’m leaning towards Jim, you guys have a lot in common.” You nod as you continue to think about their similarities, “Yeah, you both have the same sense of humor and, even though you’re more sexy in an obvious way, you both have the same kind of sexiness?? If that makes sense?? But, you’re definitely hotter than Jim.”
You force your train of thought away from the office- style fantasy that pops into your head as Jungkook feels something stir deep in his gut.
“You think I’m sexy?”
You can’t help but laugh at the surprised look on his face, you swear you’ll never understand how Jungkook doesn’t see how hot he is.
“Duh.” You seal your response with a kiss but, Jungkook surprises you by sitting up and tugging you onto his lap.
He chuckles at the squeal that leaves your lips but, he carries on kissing you, his hands sliding up your outer thighs.
You don’t know what prompts his motions but, you’re not really in the mood to ask.
You’d much rather sit on your boyfriend’s lap and, make out with him.
“Can you-” He whispers against your lips, slightly breathless, “Can you say it?”
Your eyes flutter open to catch the shyness in his, “Can I say what?”
Warmth floods the apples of his cheeks, “Can you say that you think I’m sexy?”
A smirk teases the corners of your mouth and, tentatively you roll your hips against his.
“Are you trying to get hard Jungkook?”
You can hear him gulp, his eyes widening a bit before he nods.
With a smirk still on your lips, you tilt his head back, moving your fingers through his hair as you slowly begin placing kisses up the side of his neck.
His breathing picks up and, god help him, he immediately feels his dick hardening in his sweats.  
Jungkook’s neck is a sensitive area and, you know exactly where his weak spots are.
As you reach the lobe of his ear, you feel his grip tighten on your hips, his mouth parted slightly to make way for his shaky breath.  
“Jungkook?” You whisper in his ear, biting your lip as you see him visibly shiver beneath you.
“Yeah?”
“I think you’re sexy.”  
You nibble on his ear before quickly reuniting your lips, your hands sliding underneath his sweater.
His skin is so soft, so warm beneath your fingertips and, there is a large part of you that wishes you could spend hours just touching and kissing your boyfriend’s body.
Jungkook is eagerly reciprocating your kiss whilst his hands slowly move back up the outsides of your thighs.
His plan to get hard definitely worked because, you can feel him poking against your hips and, you’re already thinking of all the different ways you can make him cum.
“Did you get hard for me?” You whisper against his swollen lips, nudging his nose
Instantly he nods, his hands tugging the hem of your hoodie.
You take the hint, pulling back from him in order to remove it.  
Your plan is to continue kissing him of course but, as Jungkook spots the fire-red lace cups supporting the swells of your breasts, he lets out a tortured sigh.
“Is that new?” He swallows thickly, biting his bottom lip, allowing his hands to trail up your hips before securing themselves against your waist.
All you do is nod, sticking your chest out a bit and, encouraging him to keep touching you.
Jungkook leans in, dragging the tip of his nose between your breasts, inhaling when he reaches the space between your color bones.
“Did you wear this for me?”
His voice is ragged but, it’s deeper than normal, due to the arousal coating his tone.
“I wanted to look pretty for you.” You whisper, running your fingers through his hair.
You can feel him smile against your chest, his wet lips trailing back to tops of the bra, “You’re always pretty but this-” He grows bolder, biting softly at your breast, “this is torture”
A giggle bubbles past your lips, as you roll down against him once more.
“Jagi I-” The sensation of pleasure that toys with his body acts like a truth serum and, in an act of desperation that he definitely didn’t plan, a confession tumbles from his mouth, “I want you.”
But you don’t quite catch his drift, still rocking slowly against him, arousal slowly beginning to unravel you, “I want you too.”
No like,” He pulls away, his eyes glazed over with desire as they lock onto yours, “I want to be inside of you...”
It’s like a punch to the gut really, the way your boyfriend’s voice seems to quake under the weight of his admission.
You cup his cheek, “Really? Are you sure?”
He nods eagerly, licking his lips before turning to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist, “I want you so bad...”  
You’re quick to capture his lips then, kissing into him with more fervor than you ever have.  
"Can you do it for us Noona?” He croons into your mouth, his eyes darkened with lust as they plead with yours.
A nod is all you can manage at his devasting way of asking you to ride him.
For the first time...
You’re pulling off his sweater, securing your lips to his once more, kissing on them as you lean him back against the pillows.
Your bottoms are removed, leaving you completely naked as you tug his sweats down his legs.
Jungkook’s erection looks painful and, you feel yourself ache at the thought of finally being able to sit on it.
As you sit astride him once more, you lean down to press a kiss between his eyes before trailing your lips down the bridge of his nose to hover over his mouth.
He looks a little emotional, staring up at you as if you hung the moon just for him.
And you would, you’d do anything for him.
“Are you ready baby?” You whisper
He takes a deep and unstable breath through his nose but, gives you a nod anyway as he exhales through his mouth.
Right as you start lining him up with your entrance, Jungkook cups your cheek, his hand clammed up due to his nerves.
“Jagi?” He croaks
You kiss his hand gently, reassurance in your eyes, “Yeah?”
“G-Go slow please...”
You nod, “Of course, tell me if you want to stop at any point ok?”
He returns your nod before, letting out another breath as his head returns to his pillows.
Slowly but surely, you begin sheathing him in your heat, going as slow as possible so he can feel everything.
His body seems to freeze as you sink down on him, his hands tightening on your hips before a gasp leaves his throat.
Jungkook is quite sure he’s in heaven.
That’s the only explanation for the intense feelings of pleasure swimming through his body. He’s never felt anything so hot, so tight-  
So fucking good.
He’s going to lose his mind.  
With wide eyes, he stares up at you in awe, his lips parted as the length of his dick is fully inside of you.
You’re not fairing too well either because, Jungkook fills you up perfectly, nudging against the spot within you that makes your head spin.
“Is that ok?”
“ ‘ss so good...”  His voice is slurred as his hips jerk beneath you, sending a wave of pleasure through your core.
Biting your lip, you thumb his cheek, trying to hold it together, “Can I ride you now?”
You’re asking because, you want to make sure he’s prepared.
You know this isn’t going to last long but, you still want to blow his mind.
“I’m already so close jagi...I’m sorry...” He chokes on the end of his sentence when you start a pace on his dick, “Oh fu- oh my god...”
“Shh...don’t be sorry, you’re doing so good. You cum whenever you need to ok?”  
“Ah- Y/N...”  
His beautiful features are screwed up in pleasure, his hands falling off your hips because, he literally doesn’t have the strength to hold on at this point.
Jungkook’s breathing is growing rapid, as his eyes flit to where you’re connected, “Jagi I’m- I’m really inside...I’m really inside of you...” He marvels, his voice weak with emotion as his hips begin to meet yours.  
“You feel so good inside of me.” You assure him, increasing your pace which prompts his eyes to roll back momentarily.
“Will you kiss me? Please? I wanna kiss you when I cum...and I’m-” His eyes re-focus but, it doesn’t last long as you lean forward to brace your hands on either side of his head, “Jagi I’m gonna cum already...I’m gonna cum so hard. Oh sh- shit...”
You want every wish of his to come true.
You lean down to connect your lips, your hips moving faster and faster, wanting him to cum harder than he ever has in his entire life.
He whimpers into your mouth as his sweaty hands hold you tightly against his body.
“It’s...fuck I’m sorry, I’m sor- I'm cumming.” He chokes out, his grip tightening intensely as his hips weakly jerk with the force of his release.
He says your name as he cums inside of you, trying his best to kiss you properly but, it’s wet and sloppy.
You don’t care though, you ride him through his orgasm, keeping your lips connected.
“There you go, cum for me baby...” You coo, kissing all over his face as the pleasure continues to wrack his senses.
Jungkook knows his never cum harder in his life and, by the time his orgasm settles down, he’s properly spent.
He doesn’t completely register the feeling of you sliding off of him as his whole body is alight with tingles.
You make sure to clean him up, pressing gentle kisses to his stomach as you do.
You didn’t cum this time and, to be honest, it doesn’t really matter.
What you’ve both just experienced was too intimate to measure and, orgasms weren’t really the point this time.
Tucking into your boyfriend’s body you bring him close, tugging the duvet over his shoulders this time...
“Hi” He whispers, tucking his face shyly into your neck, his breathing not fully recovered.
“Hi you...”  
With a smile on your mouth, you press a kiss to his head, holding him tightly to you.
He kisses your chest, feeling ridiculous at how shy he suddenly feels, “I think-” He stops himself to peek up at you, a bit of moisture in his eyes, “I think I’m falling for you.”
Your heart throbs at his confession, kissing his lips once more before whispering, “I think I am too.”
Jungkook knows you didn’t finish and, he plans on addressing that when he settles down but right now, all he can do is hold you.
He thinks he’s finally figured it out:
You can’t plan a perfect moment because, perfection just doesn’t exist.
But as along as he’s with you, it doesn’t really matter.
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moonstruckbucky · 5 years
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Come Over (1/7)
Summary: You’re new to New York City. Fresh out of post-grad and wanting a change of pace, and this change comes in more ways than one.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader. Neighbor AU.
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Warnings for Series: Fluff, angst, pining, the ush! Also, swearing, because nobody ever washed my mouth out with soap.
Notes: So I’ve daydreamed about a neighbor AU for an embarrassing amount of time, and I need something to get my creative juices flowing again. So, ta-da.
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The elevator is rickety as it ascends, the gears and cranks squeaking ominously. Your lip stings from the endless assault of your teeth upon it, borne out of nerves that you’ll actually plummet to your death before even stepping foot into your new apartment. The box in your hands is only the first of many, but fortunately, your brother, Clint, had kindly offered to help move you in with the help of his friend, Sam. They’re in the moving truck currently, sorting through the heavier items to bring up first.
The hallway in your building is nicer than you’d been expecting. Your rent was the cheapest on the market and you’d been expecting a ramshackle building that needed numerous repairs. Instead, it’s clean, the carpet spotless, and there’s an underlying scent of fresh paint beneath the smell of carpet cleaner. You suppose, barring the rickety elevator, that maybe this won’t be such a bad place to live after all.
The key doesn’t stick in the lock, and you don’t have to jiggle the knob to get the door to open. It glides across the hardwood in your new apartment like a knife through warm butter, gentle, smooth, and soundless. The apartment itself is spotless, and the wood floors, though pock-marked in some places, gleams beautifully in the natural light that spills through the windows. The walls are a soft, neutral grey that make the place brighter.
You set down the box by the front door, which you leave open for the guys. Surely enough, you can hear Clint’s grumbled cursing as he and Sam bang and slam their way up the stairwell carrying who knows what. Moments later, they appear carrying your box spring between them. Both men are incredibly fit, but a sheen of sweat lines their foreheads as they pivot and enter your apartment.
“Damn, Y/N,” says Sam with a whistle as he glances around, “nice digs!”
You grin proudly as the two of them disappear into your bedroom. There’s a dull thud as the box spring is set down on the wood floor.
“Definitely going to need to switch movie nights from my place to yours,” Clint notes as he sets his hands on his hips. “You pay like half the rent we do and you’ve got more room!”
“You paying for a new couch to fit all of you?” you scoff jokingly. Clint grimaces in reply, and you hum. “Thought so.”
The three of you head back downstairs together to reload, Sam and Clint grabbing the couch next and you taking up another large box. It’s on the third trip that the door just down the hall from yours opens and a massive brickhouse of a man steps out, hair tied back out of his face and wearing a t-shirt, running shorts, and a pair of sneakers. Tattoos twist and turn up the length of both arms. He startles when he turns and sees you, ripping the earbuds out of his ears.
“Sorry,” you offer with a sheepish smile, “didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Uh, n-no, no big deal.” His eyes drop to the box in your hands when you adjust your grip. “Moving in?”
“Mhm,” you grunt as you shuffle forward towards your open door. The man seems to snap to attention, steps forward, and reaches for the box. You sigh when its weight is gone, and your neighbor drops it beside the other box. He then turns to you, and you’re stricken for a moment at how pretty his eyes are.
“James Barnes, but everyone calls me Bucky,” he says, extending a hand out to you. Jolting, you quickly shake his hand; it’s warm and encompasses the entirety of yours. Face warming, you clear your throat and drop his hand.
“Uh, Y/N. Thanks for the help with that.” You gesture towards the box.
“No problem.” God he has a nice smile. “Do you need any more help?”
Before you can answer, your brother and Sam come through the doorway, bickering back and forth until they notice the body standing next to you. Comically, they both freeze, mouths open and eyes bouncing between you and Bucky.
“Oh, Clint, this is my new neighbor, Bucky. Bucky, my brother, Clint, and our friend, Sam.” The three men take turns shaking hands, and when Clint waves Bucky out the door to the moving van, Sam wags his eyebrows, points at Bucky’s broad back, and gives you a thumbs up that makes you slap your palm to your face.
With Bucky’s help, you’re done unloading the van much sooner and, despite Bucky’s obvious running attire, he accepts the beer you offer him, Clint, and Sam for their help. He seems to get along perfectly with your brother and Sam, though the latter keeps making weird gestures between you and Bucky. Each time you roll your eyes and busy yourself with your beer.
“So, Y/N, what do you do for work?” Bucky asks, leaning back on the couch he and Clint rearranged. Clint grins proudly.
“My dear little sister here is about to start as Tony Stark’s assistant,” he answers for you, much to your embarrassment.
“Clint,” you hiss, cheeks flushing pink. Bucky’s eyes go wide and he leans forward in his seat.
“No way?! He’s like, a god among men! I mean, his tech is unparalleled.”
Both Sam and Clint groan when you eagerly reply, “You’re a fan? I started following him when he made that suit when I was, like ten!”
“Here we go,” Clint mutters, spluttering when you slap his chest in retaliation. “You two should get along fabulously, then. Sam, shall we?”
“Oh god, yes, if these two are going to talk about quantum physics and hari kari and all that other mumbo jumbo.”
You roll your eyes as the two of them stand, but you walk them to the door anyways. Hugging them both, you lightly slap the back of Sam’s head when he mouths ‘get his number’ with a subtle point to Bucky.
“It was nice to meet you, Bucky. I’m sure we’ll see each other again,” Clint says with a little salute. You stand in the doorway and watch them go, turning when you hear rustling behind you.
“I should probably go, too,” Bucky says and wipes his hands on his shorts. Just as he finishes speaking, his phone pings, but he doesn’t immediately check it, opting to say goodbye to your first. “Thank you for the beer, and welcome to the building. If you need anything, you know where to find me.”
His grin makes your stomach flip as it lights up his entire face, makes the corners of his vivid blue eyes crinkle. You swallow and nod shyly.
“Thank you for the help. I really appreciated it. I’ll see you around?”
“Definitely.” His grin widens if possible and it’s hell on your nerves. He gives you one last nod before he walks through the open door and saunters over to his apartment, disappears inside.
Once your own door is closed, you lean back against it and thud your head once, twice, against the wood. Fuck.
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Chapter Two
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butterbeeryuta · 4 years
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐲
teacher!sicheng x single parent!reader | 2.9 k
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summary: the moment a new teacher becomes your 6-year old son’s homeroom teacher, the more he talks about this infamous ‘Mr. Dong.’ Who the fuck is this Mr. Dong, and most importantly, why is your son calling him dad?
warnings: cursing, reader is not really in their best state 
note: a few chinese terms are used throughout the oneshot. i think most of you will get it, but to be on the safe side: mama means mum, and baba means dad. 
Mother knows best. Mother knows best. Mother knows best. That’s what you thought at least. Having to raise your own child after your ex-boyfriend left you because he couldn’t take the idea of him being a father, that’s when you decided to raise your son independently and to make him smart and learn sympathy. That obviously meant having to work twice as hard to ensure he goes to a good school with quality education, and to also have bread and butter on the table, as well as to pay for the unnecessarily expensive rent in Beijing. And of course, gender inequality and misogyny is still a thing— so that’s great. You were just glad your son, Weimin, is just a naturally happy and curious boy. At times he can ask too many question to a point where you just want to pull your own hair out, but it also means that his brain is functioning and will most likely have a natural attraction towards learning. Or so you hope.
‘Weimin, we’ve got to go to school, let’s go!’ You shouted for your son who was probably deciding which type of pencils to bring to school. You were definitely not the reason to why he has become overly organised at the age of 6. Please note the sarcasm.
And there he was, running towards you with his bright orange backpack with his jet black hair neatly fixed—thanks to you— smiling widely at his mother. Weimin’s smile was similar to the way he used to smile, his dimple exactly on the same spot as him. You had a beautiful kid, and he had the warmest heart for a 6-year old. But he also looked so much like him, and you weren’t exactly sure how you felt about it.
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He hurt you. He said he’ll always be by your side. He said no matter what happens to you, he’ll be there to catch you and hold you. He lied. He fucking lied.
‘Māmī let’s go to school, I arranged all of pencils by height in my pencil case this morning!’ Snapping out of your thoughts, your boy was looking up at you, his small hands wrapping three of your fingers in his, pulling you towards the door. Following your son immediately, you tried to shake your thoughts off about him, knowing it is not the best for your mental health, and definitely not for your kid.
‘Y-you’re pregnant?’ Yixing asks, eyes wider than usual. Well of course you got pregnant, you two were drunk off your asses, and had sex without protection, and he came inside you.
‘Yes Yixing, for the nth time, I am pregnant! We can’t do anything about it, we have to tell our parents and—‘
‘Abort the baby.’ What?
‘E-excuse me? You don’t have the right to tell me what to do with the baby, it’s in my body’ you retorted, not clearly understanding why your boyfriend would say that. You were thinking of keeping the baby; sure the two of you were young, but it wasn’t that you had no money or such to raise the baby. Your parents and friends may be surprised, and maybe disappointed, but you knew that your real friends will support you no matter what, and so will Yixing.
‘You don’t understand ________, taking care of a baby is a huge responsibility. We’re just 21 years old, what do we know about parenting? And what will our parents say? They’ll also force you to abort the kid, and it’ll just take a toll on your mentality, do you want to go through that?’
‘Y-you always said y-you’ll have my back Yixing…’
‘That’s because a baby wasn’t on the pla—’
‘Earth to _______?’ What?
It was your colleague, Kyulkyung. She looked concerned and confused, but mostly concerned. ‘Babe, I think you’re doing it again’ she says, leaning against your table.
‘I don’t know why I just can’t stop thinking about it, but I swear I’m fine. Is there anything you want me to do?’ You ask, avoiding the subject. She was going to the say the exact same thing as before: go get psychiatric help. You don’t undermine psychiatrists or anything, they’re amazing and do help people get better. But you didn’t think that yours was that big of an issue. It happened 6 years ago; sure your mind naturally goes back to the scene, but it’s not like it affects your life with your son is affected because of it.
‘_______, why is it hard to ask for help? If it’s because nobody will take care of Weimin, I’ll do it.’
‘Kyulkyung you hate children’
‘Yes, but I can learn to love them starting with your adorable, lovely, sweet, intelligent Weimi—‘
‘Kyulkyung you called children mini monsters that rips its way out of a vagina to contaminate the world’
‘—and way to ruin the mood. But seriously, it happened 6 years ago and if you’re still spacing out like this and stopping you from doing shit, it won’t harm going for help’ she says, looking directly at your eyes. You could tell she meant every word, and that she actually cares for your wellbeing. You sighed at her, resting your back flat against the office chair.
‘Exactly, it happened 6 years ago. I don’t want to bother them with something that happened 6 years ago. They’ll ask questions which I can’t even remember because I was too busy being sad and pissed, but I’m raising my son pretty well now. He is happy and healthy. So, did you need me for something or were you here to persuade me for the 4th time this month?’ You asked, looking up at her face. She took a deep breath, knowing that you weren’t going to give in anytime soon.
‘Okay fine, I’ll try again next week. But someone named Mr. Dee called, and wants you to come to school because your ‘happy and healthy’ son keeps calling his homeroom teacher dad and it’s been happening for 2 weeks.’ What the fuck—
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The last thing you wanted to do today was to be in the principal’s office with your son playing in the back, his new homeroom teacher, and the principal to talk about your worst nightmare— daddy issues. Weimin did ask where his father was when he was 4, and you just laid out the truth on him that, ‘baba is not coming back because he decided to go somewhere else.’ A 6-year old wouldn’t be able to understand how shit people can be and just go against their word. So yes, he went somewhere.
‘Ms. _________, as you would’ve known Mr. Dong is your son’s new homeroom teacher, and he has been called ‘baba’ many times for the past 2 weeks,’ Mr. Dee, the old balding guy in front of you explains, pointing his stubby fingers towards the rather young good-looking man standing on the side of the room. You gave him a small nod, unsure of how exactly to approach the fact that your son is calling this random hottie ‘baba.’ And no, you will not admit that you just used the H-word to describe a teacher you’ve never met before. The man on the side cleared his throat, uncrossing his arms.
‘Good afternoon Ms. ________, I am Mr. Dong, and I am your son’s homeroom teacher’
‘Yes, we got that clear thank you.’ What did your son see in him?
‘Uh, yes. It’s completely normal for kids to accidentally call their teacher ‘baba’ or ‘mama,’ but this has been happening for a period of 2 weeks, and I was wondering if there are some problems that are happening at home? I know it is not my right to interfere in family matters as a teacher, but Weimin is just a young boy and correcting him to calling me Mr. Dong is taking longer than expected’ he says, talking to you in the calmest tone you’ve ever heard coming for a man. Then again, he just said something about your home life. It wasn’t as if Mr. Dee didn’t know your circumstances, and he did looked quite a bit surprised once the teacher guy began talking. Such a fucking waste for a pretty face.
‘Mr. Dong, actually—‘ you interrupted him before he could continue. If you were about to tell your personal circumstances to this newbie, might as well do it from your own mouth. ‘It’s okay Principal Dee, I can explain to my son’s homeroom teacher—‘
‘Māmī I rearranged my pencils by the height of the erasers at the butt of the pencil!’ Your son shouted from the back in nothing but excitement, only to earn a chuckle from the man you are about to inform.
‘Good job Weimin, and don’t say butt ever again please, it’s a very ugly word.’
‘Okay!’
‘Anyways, I am a single mother who got impregnated by a trashy man so yes, he grew up without a father Mr. Dong.’ Every word you said only made his eyes wider and wider. God did you love seeing that whenever you explained your story to someone who has no idea of who you are. ‘I am sorry that my kid has been calling you “baba,” so don’t worry, I’ll tell him to stop once we’re both at home and ensure that he’ll call you Mr. Dong from tomorrow onwards. Will that be alright Mr. Dong?’
‘I-I’m so sorry Ms. _________ I d-didn’t know, I sincerely ap-poligise. And yes, anytime is fine.’ And it was just apologies after apologies from both the principal and Mr. Dong. Well, that’s over with the adults, and now it’s time for your kid.
Weimin usually stays in the daycare service provided by the school until you were done with work which is about 6 in the afternoon. Well 5:30 pm actually, but you needed a good amount of time to yourself too because it’s not easy being a working single mother. You wanted nothing but happiness for your kid. He likes going to school, he enjoys playing with the toy Genie you got him for his 4th birthday, and he also likes organising writing materials in whatever order he is thinking of. Though, you do blame yourself for the last one considering how strict you were with making sure everything is organised wherever you walk. One thing you could not understand was Weimin calling his new teacher ‘baba.’
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Your son knew his father went somewhere, and it wasn’t a lie. You also had no pictures of that man around your apartment, and even if you did, Yixing looked nothing like that teacher guy. Sitting on the couch, you see your boy taking out his diary, reading the assignments he has due tomorrow, as if he really can when he’s just in the first grade. And there goes that smile— it looked exactly like him.
‘That’s because a baby wasn’t on the plan _________. You’re not thinking straight, and I’m sorry but if you’re going to keep that thing, I can’t help you.’ Everything was going too fast, you couldn’t understand anything. Why was he so against you? Why did he lie to you about having your back at all times? Why does he have to be like this now?
‘B-but Yixing, let’s t-talk out for a bit. A baby isn’t a bad idea, and  we can work this out. T-trust me on this, I have the funds, a-and—‘
‘We’re done _________. I’m sorry.’  Even after 6 years, those 5 words stuck with you as you and your child grow older. You knew you needed help. You knew you needed it.
You couldn’t do it. You didn’t him to talk about his father problem. Is he being bullied in school since he has no dad? Is father’s day coming up? Why didn’t you come up with this earlier when you were called in by the school? Why are you always so slow with everything _________?
You picked up your phone, texting Kyulkyung to watch over your son for a bit, despite knowing that she absolutely hates children. But hey, she called your son lovely— that deserves a bit of trust. You needed fresh air. You needed to be alone and think properly without hurting your son. You were already hurt enough, and your boy doesn’t deserve to be hurt.
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Lights reflected against the river, creating a gorgeous blend of yellows, pinks, and blues dancing to the soft ripples caused by the wind. There’s just a naturally calming vibe with rivers; the soft breeze, the slow movements of the water— it’s a shame that rivers are continuously being polluted.
‘Ms. ______?’ What the fuck?
It was Dong Sicheng. Or perhaps your son’s ‘baba.’ He was a handsome man, and the lights shining gently on his skin definitely did not help increase your expected annoyance and hatred towards this man. Was he following you?
‘Mr. Dong, or I guess my husband since my son calls you “baba.” What are the odds to see you on this fine evening…’ you sarcastically answered, leaning your forearms against the metal rail. You only earned a chuckle from him, his footsteps coming closer to you, eventually mimicking your current position.
‘I come here for a daily walk. Teaching primary students isn’t really easy, and it doesn’t hurt to have some fresh air. And if I may, what brings you here on this fine evening?’ He asks, imitating the exact tone of your response earlier.
‘Just thinking about what I did wrong raising my son… this just never happened before’ you quietly said, shortly followed by a laugh coming from you. You weren’t sure why you were laughing; you know it wasn’t an appropriate time to laugh considering how his face dropped as soon as you opened your mouth.
‘You didn’t do anything wrong, Weimin is a great kid. It’s my fault.’ Well this better be good. ‘It was my first day, and I asked the kids to draw the people they looked up the most. And just like any kid, I expected them to draw their parents, but Weimin only drew you—‘
‘As expected,’
‘—well yes, now I understand. So I asked him where his dad was, and he told me that he’s not at home. For some stupid ass reason, I thought Weimin meant that he goes to work so he doesn’t get see his dad as often so—‘
‘That is one fucking stupid reason, damn Mr. Dong, I expected better from you.’
‘Let’s have another time to talk about how shit of a person I am another time, and I’ll make sure to bring receipts for proof. Anyway, I didn’t want him to feel left out in the class since everyone, and literally everyone, drew both parents. Well, except one kid. She drew a polar bear, and I do not know why. Anyway, before anything could happen, he suggested that you know…’
‘That you could be his paternal figure in the picture, and you let him do it.’ Sicheng nodded at you as you finished his sentence, which only made you inhaled sharply. You barely know this man, and you feel that you need to tell him everything.
‘Zhang Yixing. That dirty son of a bitch left me once I got pregnant as 21, which is young I know but, there are younger mothers—‘
‘Not the point Ms. _______—‘
‘Shut the fuck up Sicheng, and stop the last name basis thing we’re not under school conditions for fuck’s sake. The only reason I didn’t want to do an abortion is because I have an ovulation disorder. I was too scared to tell anyone before that I had it because I didn’t want whoever my partner is to leave me because well, it’s not easy for me to get pregnant. And I also didn’t want to abort the baby because what if I never will have the chance again. I wanted to experience what it’s like to be a mother, and I did get that opportunity. Just not under the best circumstances,’ you said, your voice going lower and lower as you explained your story. There were medication to increase your fertility, but you didn’t know much before even if you were 21 that time. You were thinking of too many things then, you weren’t sure what you were doing for the most part.
‘I-I’m so sorry that happened to you… ________. I do not know what you are going through, but I can tell you do work very hard and want nothing but love for your son. You’re a great mother, and your hard work pays off. I do hope though that once Weimin is older, you have the courage to tell him the truth even if it will break his heart. Weimin is a happy and bright kid, though I am not sure how he so organised at such a young age, but so far, he grew up well. As his homeroom teacher, I just want you to know as a parent tha— are you crying?’ Yes I am, what else will you call heavy ass tears rolling off my face?
’N-no.’ Well that was a fail in trying to keep your voice stable.
He grabbed your shoulders, turning you to face him as he adjusts to your height. His warm brown eyes meeting yours; it was as if everything around you stopped. What the flipping fuck is happening.
‘You’re a great mother _______. Weimin is more than lucky to have you,’ Sicheng whispers as you tried to control your tears. Maybe, just maybe, you do not mind your son calling Sicheng baba anymore.
a/n: THIS BECAME MUCH MORE ANGSTY THAN I THOUGHT WEEEEEEEEE
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dolanserotica · 4 years
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g.d | “my turn”
summary; you had perfect control over grayson, all until you made the small mistake of letting him out of his handcuffs...
warnings; smut, cursing, switch!gray
words; 1.8k
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grayson's entire body quivered, his wrists and ankles bound to the posts of his own bed.
how he had let you render him this helpless, so helpless that he was letting out needy whimpers as a plea to touch him, he didn't know.
you hovered over him, admiring how absolutely fucked out he looked and he hadn't even came yet.
sweat pooled in his hairline, holding a few stray hairs there, even his chest had a thin layer of sweat.
he writhed on top of the covers, his strongly built back arching off of the bed, "please, fuck, please." he whined, not being able to take any more of your silence. he glanced down at his painfully hard cock that lay heavily on his pelvis.
god, all he wanted was to feel some sort of relief; he was so unbelievably hard he felt his heartbeat in his tip. he even made his cock jump ever so slightly hoping you would begin to touch him.
he never would have expected you to pull out a slender, grey wand-looking device. it was about the length of his forearm, a silicone clad ball on the top of it.
his eyes widened, brows raising noticeably on his forehead. you giggled at his reaction when his expression melted into one of confusion.
"do you know what this is, gray?" you asked innocently, crawling next to him on the bed and shimmying down on your knees to get comfortable.
he shook his head. you pushed a small button on the side, and the ball on the top vibrated quietly at first until she pressed the button again; the intensity of the vibrations increasing more and more until the device was buzzing loudly.
his mind instantly put two and two together and he sighed out.
"if you want me to touch you, it's going to be with this, alright?"
he nodded again, this time quicker.
you turned the vibrator down to its lowest setting, a faint hum emanating from it. ghosting it over his member, he sucked in a breath feeling the slight vibration from it for a split second.
"please-" he whispered.
you placed it on his shaft near the base, and his body lurched at the sudden contact. you dragged it down over the sensitive skin, moving in gentle circles, just to get him warmed up to the foreign object that you were pleasing him with.
his head tipped back, mouth falling open, and you took that as a clear sign of approval. you changed the setting of the vibrator. it now varied in intensity every few seconds, going from high to low sporadically; doing so in a pulsing manner.
you held it on him for some time, watching him squirm as the vibrations did all the work for you.
grayson's limbs pulled on the cuffs, short, shallow moans escaping his lips.
"look at you, baby. being so well behaved while i fuck you without even having to touch you." you spoke lowly, sending shivers cascading down his spine.
"f-fuck, yes, just for you."
you watched as the muscles in his stomach clenched, as did the muscles in his deliciously thick, tattooed thighs.
"oh yeah? want more?"
"uh—uh huh," he groaned, not thinking twice as he angled his hips up to receive the heavenly pleasure you were delivering.
at that, you bumped it up to its highest setting, the intensity ripping a sharp cry from his throat that was utterly filthy.
"god fucking— y/n fuck!"
you held the device flush to the most sensitive part of his tip. he tried to bend his knees up reflexively, the cuffs on his ankles preventing him from doing so.
the high vibrations even spread through to his balls and he knew he was a goner. feeling his balls tighten, readying himself to release when you yanked it away from him suddenly, right as he was about to fall over the edge.
"no, no!" he cried, thrashing around in front of you, "please, i was so close!"
you said nothing, touching it to him again, and his words were soon replaced by high pitched moans as his high drew close again.
"don't stop, ohhh fuck."
his stomach clenched again, his breath getting quicker, quicker, quicker—heavy exhale.
tears formed in the corners of his eyes when you denied him of his orgasm for the second time.
"y/n—i," he started, about to cry at how badly he wanted to cum, but you hushed him.
"such a needy slut," you said, your free hand grabbing at his jaw, and tossing the vibrator to the side. his eyes trailed after it with clear disappointment.
"you want to cum? you're going to have to fuck me to earn it."
his head fell back, pulling away from your grip when you crawled off of him, going for his left cuff. you unclasped the restricting leather that was bound to his wrist, letting it fall to the mattress. the skin on his wrist was an angry red color, all from him pulling and pulling on the cuffs that were keeping him from moving too much.
his hand lay limp at his side, and you reached over to release his right wrist as well. within an instant grayson's body switched into overdrive, hands shooting up to clutch your waist. he pulled your body down over him, snapping his hips up into you suddenly making you yelp.
he gave you no time to adjust, your eyes squeezing shut as he stretched you out, his thick cock buried in you all the way to the hilt.
"g-gray—" you choked out, your arms reaching to loop around his neck for support as he rammed himself so deeply inside of you, you began to see stars behind your eyelids.
"m'gonna rearrange your fucking guts," he growled lowly, holding you up slightly, his biceps bulging, so he could slam himself into you with more force, "and you're going to take it all."
the contact of his hips with the underside of your thighs echoed off the walls, and you couldn't be more thankful for the ankle cuffs you had decided to leave on him. if it weren't for those, you knew undoubtedly that grayson would be merciless. if it weren't for those fucking ankle cuffs he would leave you half conscious with his cum dribbling out of you for him to stare at with dark eyes.
"you had your fun. now it's my turn."
he was so slick and fast moving in and out of you. your juices had him glossed up, balls and all. your ass bounced and clapped when it smacked against grayson's thighs, making his jaw clench.
he was going to cum—he was determined to like his life depended on it. there was no way in hell you were stopping him this time.
his hands slipped down to grip at your ass cheeks, pulling them apart only so he could stuff himself impossibly further inside your drenched cunt with each rocking movement.
nothing but pleasure clouded your senses. you wouldn't have it any other way.
he had you just where he wanted you, he had turned the tables in such a way where he was in control. but no, you knew all the little ways to get to him. you payed attention to all the things that seemed to make him throb. from your little whines, to clenching your walls, closing around him in such a way that made his jaw tighten and a grunt erupt from his throat.
you were both fucked for each other—and at this point, it was a battle of wills.
who would cave first?
you tried with everything in you to regain your composure for long enough to catch his hooded eyes. once you did, you pulled your lower lip between your teeth as one of your hands traveled down to flick at your sensitive clit.
he was in no way having that, his hips stuttering for a split second so he could grab your wrist, halting your defiant actions.
he pulled your arm, drawing you closer to him, your soft, plush chest pressing up against his structured one. his breath fanned your face, so close you could see the little hairs that were scattered along his chin and jaw, considering he hadn't cared to shave in three days.
"oh no," he chuckled darkly, a grin pulling on his lips, "you don't get to touch yourself. right now, you are mine to play with."
you swallowed thickly, leaning back and taking it upon yourself to slide up and down along his shaft, catching him off guard entirely as a strained moan was forced from his vocal chords.
his head tilted down for a moment, taking in how your pussy stretched around him, his ears keenly picking up the wet noises from the suction of your walls every time you moved.
the slow moment was short lived. he was close for the third time, and was not going to let that feeling fade for anything.
grayson picked up speed again, meeting the movements of your swiveling hips above him. they grew sloppy, his focus trained on reaching his high and not how steady he was while getting there.
your nails raked along his back, your tits bouncing in his face, and all to his own pleasure. his lips pursed, some locks of his chocolatey hair falling in front of his eyes.
your eyes rolled, feeling your own climax approaching distantly, tingling in your stomach.
"i've got so much cum for you, angel. i can feel it." grayson mumbled through grit teeth as you gyrated and twisted your hips only spurring him on.
"i want it, gray," you mewled, fingertips sliding down to ghost over the warm skin of his stomach making the muscles there tighten, "please, please i want it."
your whiny pleas sent his cum to fuel his balls. before he could even register the feeling, he was shooting ribbon after ribbon of his thick fluid into you with a strangled groan.
"so...full." you whispered. lifting your hips up when you were sure he had finished, the two of you watching with loopy eyes as his creamy cum spilled from your tiny fuck hole.
you let your tired body fall back on the bed, your mouth falling open suddenly when grayson stood up with ease, having that he broke the cuffs around his ankles at some time while he was fucking you.
he turned to face you, the devious grin on his face made you shiver. he knew fair well that you hadn't finished, and he planned on keeping it that way.
"let this be a lesson," he began, leaning down between your open legs, "don't tease."
and just like that, he lay a quick smack to your cunt, sending a jolt of pleasurable pain through your body. he strode out of the room leaving you aching just as badly as he was when all of this started.
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sebthesnipe · 4 years
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Pencils
A prompt that myself and @gilby-the-geek-girl​ decided to do a ‘write this in your style’ involving Logicality roommates and Ticonderoga #2 Pencils
You can read her’s here.
Also check out her main AU that its based in on AO3 here.
If you’re interested here are some links to my work as well:
The Collection (My Oneshots)
My Dearest Procyon (My Multi-Chapter Magical!AU)
Other works by me
Now! Lets get this party started!!!!
Logan gave a small curse as another one of his pencils broke inside his cheap sharpener. He tilted the small plastic container to get a better look inside. Sure enough, a large piece of lead was stuck inside the small cone, pressing against the razor’s edge. He wouldn’t be able to resharpen his pencil until it was removed.
As he took the small pencil sharpener apart, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. Perhaps, he could rearrange his budget to allow him to purchase some better writing utensils. Patton had already convinced him to spend some extra money on the ‘B2p’s. He had been right about them. The pens were 89% recycled water bottles, which was good for the environment, and they wrote very smoothly, which helped ease the pain that writing caused.
Carpal tunnel syndrome was far more unpleasant that Logan had expected it to be. Of course, he hadn’t expected to enjoy the tingling or numbness, but the sheer amount of pain it caused was staggering. The simple act of holding a pen longer than half an hour was something he could no longer do without the help of an anti inflammatory. His all night note taking sessions were now cut by more than half, and that was on a good night with a decent writing implement.
Surgery was possible, but it would pull him out of school for far too long, and cost more than he was willing to spend without the proper insurance. He was far too close to graduation and couldn’t afford the recovery time, mentally or financially. At least, not yet. For now, he would bide his time and push onwards towards his end goal.
He sighed as he pressed his pencil into the cleared sharpener and twisted. For now, he would make due. The pens Patton had recommended were more than satisfactory, but he only had a small budget for his supplies.
He removed the pencil and examined the now sharpened tip. The graphite was uneven, but pointed enough for his note taking, though the wood around it was rough and almost fuzz-like. It would smudge the graphite’s markings if he wasn’t careful. Luckily he was accustomed to such cheap craftsmanship and could make due with what he had.
He set the sharpener aside and took stock at the desk before him. Everything had its place. His box of untouched pencils sat perfectly parallel above his notebook, directly right of his lamp. His three subject college ruled spiral was open to a half written page, marked with a small blue tab indicating that it was on the topic of Mathematics (specifically Number Theory). Behind the blue tab, a number of tabs could be seen, neatly lined along the pages, each representing a different course. To the right of his spiral lay five sharpie brand highlights, each a different color, placed in a perfectly straight line. Every color had its purpose, just as every tab of his notebook did.
Logan could not compromise when it came to certain tools. He needed a brand of highlighter that would not bleed through his textbook pages or smudge his notes whether he wrote in pen or pencil. He needed pens that were a bit more pricey so as to ensure a smooth glide without bleeding or ink transfers. He needed index cards made of a decent caliber to avoid damage or creases. All of these things were important. Far more important than the way a pencil sharpened, or turned fuzzy or smudged when he tried to erase it.
There was no more room in the budget for any pencils better than the ones that he had and that was that. He would just have to live with the way the graphite would snap when he tried to underline something. He would have to deal with the way the lead would fall out of the faux wood, or the lines seemed muted unless he put more force behind it, which made his hands hurt even worse. It was all a sacrifice he must be willing to make. He couldn’t afford better.
He couldn’t help another small growl as he made a mistake on his graph and moved to erase it, the cheap eraser ripping through the paper. He stared at the spot for a long moment, willing himself to just leave it. It was just a small hole. He could work around it. He didn’t need to redo the entire page.
It was just a hole…
A tiny inconsequential hole…
Miniscule… infinitesimal….
UGH! Logan ripped the page from the spiral, crinkling it in his hands before tossing it into the bin next to him. Everything had its place! Everything was meant to be somewhere and a hole was not meant to be in the middle of his notes!
He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to push away the headache he could feel coming on just as his phone’s alarm began to sound. It seemed more time had passed than he had expected. Logan pushed to his feet, producing his phone and swiping away the alarm as he moved to pack up and head to his first class of the day.
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Logan pushed open the door to their shared dorm, dark locks falling into his eyes as they dripped water onto the mat beneath his feet. He was silent as he kicked the door shut and began to shed his outer layers.
It was late. Far later than it should have been. Logan did not like when things didn’t go according to schedule. His second class ran long, which meant he was late to lunch, which didn’t give him the sufficient amount of time to go to the library as he had planned without skipping his meal. Which made him feel a bit lethargic during his third and fourth class, causing him to forget his bag, which had him missing his train. Which meant he had to wait forty-five minutes for the next one. Then the rain started, which was not in the forecast; which meant Logan’s ten minute walk home had him soaked through completely.
It had not been a good day.
He took stock of the small apartment. Patton must have already gone to bed. The poor man had four a.m. classes. Most culinary students started earlier than the rest of the students. It was no wonder the man was so early to bed. Well, ever since Logan provided him with the optimal schedule for his ideal personal time to study/class ratio that is. It seemed to be working out for him, though Logan didn’t get to see him much anymore, which was surprisingly disappointing. The man was far too chipper, but he certainly knew how to make Logan smile.
Logan headed for his room and the attached bathroom, dropping his bag next to his desk and trying not to drip too much on the carpet. He needed to get out of his sodding clothes before he caught a cold.
Fifteen minutes, a hot shower and some dry clean clothes later and Logan felt like a new man. He checked the time. There were still a few hours before bed. It wasn’t as much as he had hoped, but he could still manage some studying.
He moved to his desk, pulling out his chair and sinking down, thankful the day was beginning to wind down. He pulled his bag closer and dug out his spiral, opening it to the page he had been working on earlier that morning and laying it out neatly exactly where it belonged. He reached for his pencil and…
He froze. His usual box of 12ct #2b cheap off-brand pencils were buried. His heart skipped a beat as he stared at what lay atop them. He couldn’t believe it. Atop those horrid, demonic, sorry-excuse for pencils lay a box of 24ct Dixon Ticonderoga premium wood #2 pencils with latex free erasers.
Logan took a moment to calm his excited heart. Before he knew it, he was reaching out with a shaky hand, collecting the box for examination. The clear plastic had been unopened, each stick perfectly preserved within the transparent packaging. Logan turned the object over in his hands, admiring its beauty as he caught sight of thick black words scrawled in sharpie on the back.
‘To Logan, From Patton. I saw these and thought of you. So, I bought them. It just felt ‘WRITE’! XD’
Logan couldn’t help but give a snort at the joke before fumbling to open the box. It almost felt like Christmas had come early as he pulled one of the pencils from its place among the others and set the box aside. He took a moment to examine the utensil in all its glory before reaching for his sharpener.
He inserted the blunted wood and twisted. Once. Twice. Thrice. He heard the sound of the graphite against metal and pulled the pencil out, bringing it to eye level for inspection.
The sharply pointed lead was smooth and crackless, forming a seamless cone with the sleek pale wood that surrounded it. It had glided so perfectly against the razor’s edge and now stood regal and polished before him. It was perhaps one of the most stunning sights he had ever laid his eyes on.
His chest tightened as his smile widened, moving to redraw the graph he had damaged earlier. He drew the lead across the paper gently, the line coming out smooth and dark. Just as it should be. He flipped the pencil in one quick and fluid motion and erased a small portion, the graphite coming off cleanly and without much force. It was satisfying and rejuvenating.
How could he have ever thought a day like this could be bad?! He had everything he ever wanted! Warm clothes, a perfectly tempered room, his desk organized exactly as it should be, and a friend who cared enough to-
Realization hit, ‘The World’s Best Pencil’ falling from his fingers and clattering to his desk (without so much as chipping the perfectly pointed tip) as he brought his hand to cover his mouth in shock.
His heart pounded against his ribs almost painfully. His other hand tangled in his still damp locks. This couldn’t be happening. He wasn’t prone to emotional outbursts. Everything he did was purposefully calculated and scheduled. How could he… He wasn’t…. This wasn’t possible…. But the evidence was building against him.
Logan Sanders was falling in love with his best friend.
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Five Songs - Chapter 5: Holy
Outside my room I was frantically searching my bag for my keys. Nothing! I lightly banged my head on the door frame with a sigh… Damn it, I must have forgotten them somewhere at the cafè. It was pointless to knock, I had just seen Yeleen leave in her mother’s car. 
I started to weigh in my options: I could run to the cafè and back to the dorm, it wouldn’t take me more than half an hour. This would mean, however, passing through that dark alley twice. I looked at the time on my phone, 2:34am. I sighed again, I wasn’t that brave… or that reckless, points of view I guess. It was also too late to call Chani and ask her to let me sleep in her room, I didn’t even know how her roommate would take it. She had also acted a little strange at the end of the night and I wasn’t sure what was going on. 
Floor it is then I thought, the sun was going to raise in about three or four hours, then I would go back to the cafè and get my keys. It wasn’t that big of a deal. I slowly set in front of my door trying not to rip my new but vintage-looking dress. I hugged my legs and rested my forehead on my knees. 
The night, and actually the whole week, had been very stressful, so many things could have gone wrong. That ridiculous budget and the limited time we had to organise everything for starter, I still couldn’t believe how lucky we had been that Nina was there to save us right when we needed help. And tonight those two idiots fighting in the kitchen like two children, they accused me of still being hang up on high school but it clearly wasn’t me the one who hadn’t grown up. Things were different now, I was different. And I was also tired, really tired.
I realised I had dozed off when I felt a hand gently pushing my shoulder and a voice calling my name. I raised my head and blinked a couple of times, trying to make out, in the darkness of the hallway, the figure crouching in front of me. “Priya…?” I asked unsure.
“Candy what are you doing here in the corridor in the middle of the night?” she asked calmly.
“I lost my keys” yes, well, they weren’t really lost. I knew where they were, more or less, but I really didn’t want to talk about my fear of walking alone at night, not in that moment. Priya knew what had happened to me, I had confided in her and she had supported me when I finally decided to report those guys. But she was always so strong and confident, she had been through so much worse, I didn’t want her to think me as weak or easily scared. I looked at her as she raised and offered me her hand to help me get up. She was wearing a short robe, tight at her waist, that showed off her long toned legs and I felt myself blush a little.
“Why didn’t you came to my dorm room instead of curling up on the floor” she said a little annoyed, while pulling me up on my feet “your muscles must be sore right now.” Indeed they were, I realised with a pained grimace, and started to slowly stretch my arms and legs. “I didn’t want to bother you, I came back from the party pretty late. What time is it now?” I asked.
“Around 4:30. And that’s really stupid, you should have just called. I wasn’t even sleeping anyway. Come with me.” She started heading toward the end of the corridor and I followed her. “Actually, I could ask you the same thing, what are you doing here at this time?” I realised she was heading toward her room “Are you sure I can stay with you? What would your roommate think, having a stranger crashing her room in the middle of the nigh?”
“Firstly” she said “I couldn’t sleep and went to get some water from the vending machine” at those words I noticed the small bottle of water she was holding. “Secondly, my roommate went back home this weekend” then she added with a smirk over her shoulder “we have the room all to ourselves.” I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew she was joking but…
I had already been in her room a couple of times for our Friday night study sessions but I’d never seen it like this. A blanket was lying on the floor and the only light came from several candles lit on her desk and a small table. A soft music played, the volume low as not to disturb the people sleeping in the next room I guessed. 
She must have seen a surprised look on my face because she said “I told I couldn’t sleep, I was doing some breathing exercises and light meditation. I am going to clean all this up so you can get some sleep.” I was fascinated “No, no please, I am not sleepy anymore either and I’d like to see how this works. After our conversation on the beach I have been thinking about it, I always get too worked up and let my emotions out of control. You saw what happened a few weeks ago, I ended up at the infirmary.” She looked at me pensively while removing her robe “Fine, but simply watching is pointless, you would just see me lying on the floor. You are going to do it and I am going to guide you.” 
She was wearing a camisole and a small pair of boy shorts, I loved her style, a perfect mix of practical and feminine, she always looked incredibly sexy. She looked me up and down “I adore your dress but it won’t do” she turned and started rummaging through her wardrobe “Undress, I am going to find you a t-shirt.”
I instantly felt heath coming to my cheeks, Don’t be ridiculous Candy, calm down! I was so nervous that I didn’t realise she was handing me something. “You can change in the bathroom if you prefer” she added somewhat apologetically. Always so perceptive, but I really shouldn’t make a fuss about this. “No, no, here is perfectly fine.” I removed my hat and put it, with my bag, on a small table. As I started to remove my gloves, I noticed she was staring at me and looked a little startled when our eyes met. She quickly turned around and started rearranging the blanked on the floor. A small satisfied smirk appeared on my lips. Priya was always so calm and sensible, it was a small victory to see her lose her cool for once, especially if it was because of me. “Actually, Priya, can you help me with this dress? It’s a pain to take it off.” It was only half a lie, a long line of small buttons closed the dress at the back, it had taken Rosalya and I ages to fasten them all that afternoon. 
I turned around and moved my hair over my shoulders showing her my back. I felt her hesitating a moment but then she got up and moved closer. She started unbuttoning from the top and I had a feeling she was doing it purposefully slowly. I could feel her knuckles and the tips of her fingers brush against my skin from time to time. When she finally got to the last one, right above my tailbone, she stepped back and I let the dress fall crumpling at my feet. I could feel her stare on me, without turning around I put on the pyjama she had lended me. It was a sleeveless night shirt dress, long enough to cover half the length of my thighs. I turned around and she looked at me appreciatively “You should keep it, it really suits you” she said winking ”Lie down on the floor, since it’s the first time we are only going to do some easy breathing exercises”.
Once I picked up the dress and put it on a chair (because, well… it was a really nice dress and I didn’t want to ruin it) and removed my shoes, I walked toward the blanket and started kneeling. A pained wince escaped my lips, falling asleep while crouched on the floor hadn’t really been the smartest idea. ”You are sore, aren’t you?” she asked. “Yeah, my muscles are all stiff” I said, and somehow managed to lie on my back. She kneeled next to me “Don’t worry” she whispered “I am going to help you with that.” She put a hand on my belly and said “You close your eyes and make deep breaths. Focus on your other senses. Touch, hearing… you’ll be able to relax in no time, you may even fall asleep.” I really doubted that, I had never felt more awake.  
I closed my eyes and started breathing deeply in and out, concentrating on the music, Zolita’s Holy started playing. I felt Priya’s fingers on my right shoulder drawing lazy circles, she caressed my neck so gently, featherlike, moving from my temple to my chin down to my collarbone. I had never been touched so softly so… lovingly. After a few moments she moved and I could feel both her hands on my shoulders, caressing down my arms to my wrists and up again. Her fingers were slightly cold while my skin felt scorching hot wherever she touched me. 
My head had completely blanked, all I could feel was her touch and the music. Worship your body said the song, and that’s exactly what I felt she was doing, I was indeed at the mercy of her touch, and I was willing to take whatever she wanted to give me. I felt her hands leaving my arms and I had just moaned in protest when I felt them on my hips. I caught my breath when her fingers run down my legs, rubbing my thighs, then my knees down to my ankles. 
When she started moving up again I slightly parted my thighs. I felt her hesitate briefly, but then she moved her hands towards my inner thighs massaging there. I moaned appreciatively and she pushed them apart a bit more, settling between my legs. I felt her hovering over me, not quite touching, which was making me crazy. She moved my hair from my face and whispered in my ear “What do you want Candy?” never my name had sound so sweet on anyone’s lips “Tell me, I’d give you anything.” I finally opened my eyes and saw her looking down at me, longingly. Her eyes, which were of that amazing shade of blue, now looked really dark in the barely lit room. I thought I had always felt a little envious of her, her looks, her self-confidence, her strength. But lately I had realised that it really wasn’t envy. I didn’t want to be like her, I just wanted… her.
“More” I replied staring directly in her eyes “I want to feel more… please.” She must have been satisfied by that answer because she smiled impishly and moved her face closer to mine. I felt her lips on my temple, then on my cheek, on my chin and my neck. Once she reached the hollow of my throat between my collarbones, she started opening the buttons of the shirt, her own shirt that I was now wearing. Slowly, she left kisses whenever she opened a button. 
I wasn’t wearing a bra but she didn’t uncover my breasts, she just left the shirt slightly open and kept moving down until she reached my belly button, where she kept kissing and gently biting while she finished opening the remaining buttons. 
Our eyes met and I felt a shiver running through me, was she going to… I was really excited, but also a little scared. She must have seen it in my eyes because she didn’t move further down, but started heading back up, caressing me with her tongue and setting my skin on fire. Once she reached my chest she cupped my breasts over the shirt squeezing slights, and kept licking along my neck toward my ear where she whispered “Don’t worry Candy, we have all the time in the world.” She kissed my cheek again and lied down next to me.
I felt disappointed but also a little relieved. We both turned on our sides looking in each other eyes. I timidly lied one hand on her hip and she took a lock of my hair between her fingers and started playing with it. “I’ve always liked you” she said after a brief silence “I liked you in high school, but I really started falling for you since you came back in town” I looked at her, surprised “I…” I knew I was supposed to say something, I liked her too, a lot, but everything was so confusing. “Shhh…” she said sweetly “Don’t say anything. I’ve known who I am for years while this is all very knew for you. I just wanted to let you know how I feel and that, if you are willing to, we could take things slowly.” She looked at me sweetly but with seriousness. “I’d never do anything to scare you or make you uncomfortable. Would you like that?” I knew my answer right away “Yes” I said smiling and she smiled back at me. I didn’t know what the future had in store for us but I was looking forward to find out.  
And just like that, we fell asleep in each other’s embrace.
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I wrote this before my son got hurt and if I don’t return after tomorrow then this will be my last post until things get better... Love you all and I’m sorry 
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She had walked into the lair for the first time in weeks and having acted like she had been there only the day before this was bound to happen, she had told her friends she would be there at seven sharp that night to hang out before they had to go on patrol but nonchalantly walked in at close to ten when they were already gone. Between her work and life getting in the way she had accidently pushed them to the side without meaning too
He was fuming, that was to be expected but this was so new to her; she had never seen him like this. She had never seen the hotheaded red masked turtle so on edgy and rigid as he paced the room looking ready to kill
Raphael was normally so sweet and kind to her even smiling in that way that she would swoon for when nobody was around but the second his golden eyes saw her come through that door acting so carefree he had become a different man; growling dangerously with each word, she had been backed into a wall as he approached her his body flexed and stiff making an unknowing fear drive her to keep space between their bodies the look he gave her as one she had never seen yet the second the wall was stopping her he was in front of her completely heated snarling his words but the passion that had hit her all at the same time when he kissed her had the woman submitting to his will.
His touch was so tender even though he was still growling at her, lifting her body up the wall the turtle caressed her face his hard body pressed against her. The kiss was quick to become needy when she moaned as his body rubbed against hers, that snarled out promise of how he was ‘going to fuck you senseless’ and that growled ‘you fucking belong to me’ had her wrenching her trapped arms out of his grasp then straight around his neck pulling him in for more grinding against him as his hips pressed hard to hers in steady thrust rubbing his obvious problem against her heated clothed center.
Before she even processed it he had pulled her off the wall tossing her over his shoulder, she blinked and he had her in his room that thick metal door slamming hard before she was thrown on his bad, her body bounced but before she was back down the solid click of a lock and his massive form reached her at the same time. Clothes ripped in his frenzy of kisses and touches, they shredder from her body under his strong hands as he tried to get to her but nothing could have prepared her for the sheer pleasure that shot through her as he threw her legs open took her without warning
No matter how wet she was it was a tight fit and stretching for him was done slower, not tonight her body accepted him fast screaming his name the second he was deep inside her, that first thrust made her eyes roll shaking as he drove into her hard
She had no choice but to let the turtle use her even if she put up no fight, Raph took her as he pleased; be it speed, force, or position, that night she gave into him and let him fuck her anyway he wanted.
They had been going all night now and by his alarm clock she knew the sun would be coming back up which meant the others would be coming home soon and yet his hunger for her was still unappeasable and unwavering.
He hadn’t slowed in the least, her massive mates pleasure didn’t seem to have an end as he pounded her into his mattress over and over again bringing her over the edge without trying having lost count of how many times she had cum yet he had only came twice making her crazy from the lust.
She was a twitching pleasured mess, his thick cock was too good and every move left her on a drugged out daze begging for more when it slammed into her again even as she started to hurt.
Her paled skin showed what his feral passions had brought on and she loved it, seeing bruises of all sizes and severities from his hands holding her or grabbing at her body to hold her down or in place while he slammed into her tight body darkened by the moment, dark hickies and bite marks showed on the other half of her body; each time he drove forward in a new way his teeth sunk into her skin around her neck or shoulders growling deeply as he latched on then would pound her harder chuckling darkly as the excited moans ripped out of her lungs followed by his name, each small wail or cry, begging whimpers or scream escaping her at a new thrust egged him on
Oh but the second he slammed in and was deep in her womb she was done for
“SHIT!!! A-AAAHHHH FUCK RAPH~!” she moaned and screamed her legs shaking in his grasp as he pushed them up finally getting her in one of his favorites “RAPHAEL~!” her walls clamping down around his fast moving member painfully getting a pleased churr but didn’t seem to faze him too much “Baby … Oh please! Mmm I c-can’t-” those words had him moving faster watching her thrashing on the mattress as he pushed his woman to the edge but didn’t allow her to cum avoiding that sweet spot he easily could find “R-R-RAPH I’M BEGGING YOU~!”
He loved hearing her begging for him having thought she would have told him to stop she was still taking him, her body glimmering in the light from the moisture coating her skin.
Raph’s need filled desire for his woman was unrelenting
“B~Baby please” she pleaded; her trembling voice cracking as she tried to cover her mouth knowing at any second the guys would be back and they would be caught, her hand muffled it a little to his displeasure as he drove in hard making her hands grab his shoulders to hold onto him. Part of the woman had thought he’d finally exhaust himself, but that clearly wasn’t the case tonight feeling his hips snap forward her insides ached and filled out with his load but after only two minutes of a short breather he was recovered and ready to go again.
His huge hands holding her waist a little tighter giving a good hard thrust into her pussy made her whine in desperation crying out as she dropped going limp finally unable to take anymore, she was never one to tap out but after a full night of having her insides rearranged she did hitting his shell repeatedly wrapping her legs around his waist to stop him from moving “Oh god no more~ Raph stop please your going to kill me baby~” the sudden feeling of a large hand tangling into her sweat soaked hair seeing the grin on his face as he started pulling it lightly biting her neck rolling his hips sinking in all the way “No it’s too much!”
He rolled them over bringing her hips up off the bed and going deep had her shaking her head pleading with him but he silenced her with a reassuring kiss one hand finding her throat “One more please, I know ya gots least one round left fer yer alpha~”
Those tired yet so bright eyes came up and he had hoped to god she could see it, his golden orbs looking deep into his lovers pleaded with her, he really needed this. 
Raphael needed her so badly.
She gave a soft whimper shifting slightly but nodded telling him to keep going as he started plunging inside her again so much slower dragging it out but could see it was helping her as she grinned moaning his name happily, he held her as if she were a priceless gem worshiping her body, she was amazing for putting up with him like this and he showed his appreciation while he went as deep as possible feeling her tightening moaning out his own pleasure growling out her name begging for her
She grasped his ass as he hit a sweet spot deep inside her pulling on him silently telling him to move more being rewarded as her legs loosened letting him open them and return to his free movements
He grabbed the bed above her head thrusting hard once testing her nearly coming undone when she screamed his name smiling before rutting her fast “Fuck ‘m gonna cum- gonna go deep fer this fill ya so full ya be mine til da end a time” she nodded practically begging him to fill her again so close to her finish she didn’t give a damn if he fucking broke her she needed his body to finish her… she needed him just as badly after being apart for so long “C’mon kitten~ cum all over that cock fer yer Alpha”
His words brought on his normal intensity, more hard thrust of his hips into her abused tunnel as he started rubbing her sensitive pearl with the gentlest caress she had ever felt sent her over. She came hard the shrill cry leaving her feeling his perfect body stiffen grunting as he slammed into her roughing over and over, his eyes meeting the tear filled pools as he churred spilled his seed into her womb holding her on him as he bucked kissing her cheek and whispering so many admirations into her skin as he marked her body all over again. His whispered ‘I love you’ repeated as he moved slower making sure every bit of his cum was left inside his woman just as the others voices found her ears
He shifted lying them both down in his messed up sheets cuddling her close before realizing she was so worn out her eyes were already closed mumbling for him to stay with her until he was nestled close chuckling at her love drunk babbling of praises until her breathing slowed nuzzling his face into her neck
He dosed off smiling knowing in a few short hours when he woke she would still be there and he planned on making up for lost time with her
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Let It Snow - day thirteen
(for my “season of shipping” giveaway)
Rating: NC-17 Word Count: ~1,600 Characters: Steve/Natasha Prompt: Christmas Eve party + flirting + future fic + sex with clothes still on or partly on + Nat stealing Steve’s ugly Christmas sweaters
For: @burnthefirstorder and @bloodredmoon87
A/N: I wasn’t sure how far into the future you were expecting, so I just went with the classic post-Civil War, Vague Optimistic Future because that’s my happy place.
Read on: [ ao3 ]
It has bells. It has bells.
She’s married to a child. It’d be endearing if it wasn’t so ridiculous.
(Well, no. It’s still kind of endearing.)
Tony is having everyone over for Christmas Eve dinner, and they’ll open presents at midnight and then crash in his dozens of guest rooms, and then they’ll probably have a big breakfast spread in the morning, because it’s Tony and he likes to go a little overboard. Like with his Ugly Christmas Sweater theme for their Christmas Eve dinner.
She pokes fun at Steve for having so many of these things that he can only wear one month a year, but, fuck. She may wear them as much as he does, because they’re soft and comfortable and warm, and they always smell entirely like him. Plus, she usually wears his sweater and nothing else underneath, and she thinks that’s the only thing that can make them feel a little less ridiculous. She knows Steve doesn’t have any complaints about that part, either, even if he likes to pretend to be annoyed whenever she steals one from his closet. She’s only ever worn them around their apartment, because it’s a sweater with pom-poms, or jingle bells, or colored twinkling lights. She’s not about to wear it out in public.
Unless, evidently, Tony Stark decides otherwise.
“You look adorable,” Wanda had giggled when Natasha shrugged out of her coat, revealing the Rudolph sweater she’d taken from Steve. It has bells at his ankles and in his antlers and on his harness, and since it’s Steve’s, it’s also ridiculously big on her. “I especially like the socks.”
Natasha had laughed, glancing down at the cable knit, over-the-knee socks she’d worn instead of leggings. The sweater is huge on her, coming down to the middle of her thighs, so she took a page out of Wanda’s book and wear the thing like some kind of sweater-dress. Hence, the socks. She’s also not wearing anything on underneath, and Steve knows it.
It’s why he hasn’t stopped touching her all fucking night.
It started with a brush of his fingers. Over her bared shoulder when he passes behind her, along the curve of her calf when he’s sitting on the floor near her feet, against the backs of her thighs as he walks behind her toward the dinner table. He got a little bolder when they were seated next to each other, very nearly making her flinch when his hand wraps around her knee under the table, giving it a squeeze. He’d idly massaged along her thigh, tracing nonsensical patterns into her skin, inching higher and higher up her thigh, until his fingertips had grazed the hem of her sweater, and then he’d slid his hand back down to her knee. He did this over and over and over again, through appetizers and the main course and dessert.
She offers to rinse the dishes off and load them in the washer as an excuse to stand up, because unless Steve is going to push the dinnerware aside and spread her out on the table for everyone else to see, he needs to stop touching her.
She takes her time practically scrubbing each dish off, until not a spec of food is left, and then she rearranges them in the dishwasher three different times to distract herself. It doesn’t really work (not at all, in fact) because her body is still tingling, still relishing in the ghosts of his touch on her thigh, still pulsing from the fact that he’d touched her like that at the dinner table with their friends just a few feet away. She’s always prided herself on her poker face, but still. She wonders if they noticed how flushed her skin became, wonders if they could see how hard her nipples had gotten under her sweater. She wonders if they’d even care. This wouldn’t be the first time she and Steve would’ve had sex with all of them in the other room.
She’s just closed the dishwasher when Steve strolls in, an easy, almost casual smile on his face, one hand tucked into his pocket.
“How’s it going in here?” he asks, and it sounds entirely innocent. There’s even a slight wrinkle to his forehead, as if he’s genuinely curious as to what’s taking her so long.
Fucking asshole.
She narrows her eyes at him, and he actually grins when she grabs him by his penguin sweater and drags him toward the linens closet down the hallway. Pepper is going to kill them when she finds out about this. But Natasha doesn’t care, not even a little.
She shoves him inside, clicking the lock into place behind her. It’s totally dark other than the slivers of light coming in from the kitchen, and there’s not much room at all, so she’s already sort of pressed against him in all the right places, and something akin to a growl rips from her throat as she cups her hand over the back of his neck and yanks him down for a kiss. He makes this noise from the back of his throat that sounds a little like a groan, his hands coming to her hips and giving them a squeeze as he licks his tongue into her mouth.
He slides his hand up her thigh and under her dress, fingers swiping over her sex with the deftness of knowing that he’d find her bare and wet and wanting.
She digs her nails into the muscles of his biceps, shelves digging into her back as she leans her weight against them, her legs already shaking. He’s barely even touched her and she feels like she’s about to burst. He teases at her entrance, then moves his fingers up, circles her little bundle of nerves once, twice, three times.
Her bells are chiming as she squirms under his touch, and the asshole laughs at it. “You’re a little too loud,” he tells her, sounding entirely amused by this as he dips two fingers into her and curls, finding her sweet spot with a few easy strokes, because that’s how well he knows her. She parts her lips, grinds her hips down on his hand. “They can probably hear us.”
“So do something about it,” she retorts, because she knows what he’s doing: asking permission. Because, even though he knows her body just as well as she does, and knows her every thought without her uttering a word, he’s Steve, and he’ll always ask. Usually it’s endearing, but right now, they don’t have time. Not with everyone just down the hallway.
He pulls his fingers from her too quickly, too abruptly, drawing a pathetic, strangled sort of sound from her throat, but he brushes a kiss to her lips as if in apology. Then he curls his fingers around the hem of her sweater and yanks it up and over her head in a harsh, clanging rush of sound, tossing it onto the floor. “Fuck, I wish I could see you properly,” he groans as his hands slide down her sides, over her hips, to the tops of her over-the-knee socks. “I wish I could see you in nothing but these damn things, dripping wet between your legs.”
She lets out this desperate little sound as she kisses him again, her hands coming between them and fumbling with the buckle of his belt.
He’s hard when she gets the front of his pants undone and slips a hand inside, fingers curling around his length and stroking up, once, twice, three times. He groans, lets his forehead fall forward on her shoulder as he gently rolls his hips into her palm.
“Is that what you thought about? Why you’re already so hard?” She runs her thumb over the tip of him, nipping at his ear. “Were you thinking of me?”
It’s a question she knows she’d never, ever had to ask, but he answers honestly all the same. “Yes,” he groans, his grip deliciously tight. She wants him to elaborate – needs him to – and of course he does without her having to utter a word. “I wanted to spread you out on that table. Wanted to push your sweater up and suck on you until you screamed.” She gnaws on her lower lip, giving him a squeeze, and his hand grasps at her wrist to get her to stop. They’re both already teetering so close to that edge. “I don’t think I can last,” he whispers.
She shakes her head. Neither can I, she means, and he groans as if in response, pulling her hand off of him and hooking an arm around her waist. He hoists her up and leans them against the linen shelves as he presses at her entrance—
And then a voice – muffled through the door, but very clearly Tony – carries down the hallway. “…but seriously, every time? This is our house!”
Pepper laughs, her voice sounding closer. “I’m not exactly thrilled about it, either, but what can you do?”
“What can you do?” Tony repeats. “Just because they’re newlyweds doesn’t mean they can get away with having sex in every room in our house! I still miss that glass coffee table.”
“You wouldn’t even have used it after that, so what does it matter?”
“It matters, Pep,” Tony grumbles, and Natasha’s heart skips. They’re standing just outside the door.
Her eyes snap up to Steve’s, finding his gaze through the dark, and honestly, she’s not at all surprised to find him smiling, his eyes sparkling in that amused cockiness that she hates (loves) so much. He teases the tip of him over her little bundle of nerves, and she bites down on her lower lip, hard, muffling a whimper as he leans forward and nips at her jaw.
“If we’re loud enough, do you think they’ll go away?” he whispers into her ear, and, before she can even think of a response, he rolls his hips forward and pushes into her, her lips part open as he bottoms out.
She’s pretty sure she moaned, but she doesn’t care. Not even a little.
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mlleecrivaine · 7 years
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Who’s the Hot Blond? Part III
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Word Count:  1,987
Warnings:  Splinting a broken limb, being in a small(ish) dark place
Author’s Note:  It took me forever to find an applicable gif for this post -.- Couldn’t find that I actually wanted. Oh well. Anyway, here’s part 3! It’s been a long time coming, but thank you for your patience; I’ve been a little distracted by writing my Scotty series The Part That Counts over on my Star Trek blog. Please enjoy, let me know what you think!
Other parts can be found here
Groaning, you opened your eyes to the darkness. You held your breath and listened. One other set of lungs breathed next to you. Every two or three breaths a soft whine rode on the air.
 “Benji?” You rasped into the room. As you blinked, shapes came together in the dimness. You sat in a tiny room with a grab bar around the perimeter. A pair of handcuffs looped through the bar, holding you in place.
 “Are you awake now?” he wheezed.
 “Yeah, I’m up, what’s going on? How’s your ankle? Are you okay?” You shook your head and took a pair of deep breaths to pull yourself into the moment.
 “Been better,” Benji responded. “Ankle’s murder. I thought I heard Ethan’s voice outside a little while ago, but he sounded calm so I was probably hearing things - ah…” he groaned. “My shoe’s feeling really tight…”
 “We need to get it off,” you grumbled, contorting your body to get your hands on your scalp.
“What are you doing?”
 “Have they been by?”
 “‘Bout twenty minutes ago? Might’ve been five, honestly, I can hardly think…”
 “Just try to relax,” you urged, feeling around on your scalp. You stubbed your fingertip and drew it back a fraction of an inch before returning and pulling the object from your hair. Rearranging, you arched your back and bore down on your shins to bring your mouth to the pin. Taking the ends between your teeth, you bit off the rubber covers before lowering yourself to the floor again.
 The end of the pin slid into the lock before you started picking it around.
 “You’ve got to get yourself out of here before they come back,” Benji wheezed, sighing in pain. “I’ll slow you down.”
 “Probably,” you agreed, heart soaring as the lock popped. You pulled your hands down, holding the loose cuff in your still trapped hand to keep it from impacting the bar. “But I already told you, that’s not an option.”
 Poking your pin into the lock on your other wrist, you opened it cleanly and discarded the cuffs on the floor before shimmying through the dust to Benji’s side.
 “I’m gonna get your hands here first, alright?” you murmured, pressing your palm to his forehead and then his cheek. Your hand came away wet with sweat.
 “Works better if-”
 “I know, I know,” you retorted, squinting to see his cuffs in the dark before starting to work at the first lock.
 Benji moaned in pain. His breath cascading over your face clued you into just how close you actually were to him. Tearing your eyes from his hands you looked down just as he looked up from where he ducked his head. You were maybe two inches apart at the nose.
 “I know this is an inappropriate time, but thank you for not leaving me,” Benji breathed.
 “Yeah,” you nodded, pressing the pin to the side. The lock popped and you simultaneously breathed a sour-breathed sigh, grinning at each other.
 You passed the cuff around the bar and pulled his other hand to your chest to get to work. Benji dropped his other arm to his hip and hissed a breath.
 “We’re gonna stabilize that next, alright?” you promised.
 “How are we going to get out of here?” Benji whined. His head tipped onto your shoulder for a split second before he lifted it again, leaning it on the wall. “Sorry, it just really hurts.”
 “I know.”
 “I keep tensing it up’s what it is.”
 “I know,” you heard the lock click and you pulled the lock from his hand, discarding it and giving his hand a squeeze before moving down his body to his ankle. “I’m going to remove your shoe. I need to you try to stay quiet.”
 Benji nodded and you looked around the room. A stack of rectangular boxes stood in the far corner.
 “What’s in those?” Benji wondered, following your gaze.
 “Let’s find out,” you muttered, scooting across the floor and taking the box off the top of the tower. It weighed next to nothing. You opened the flap and looked down into the cardboard. “It’s empty,” you confirmed, wishing you had your knife on you. “Alright.”
 You crouched back by Benji who sat panting while he watched you.
 “Relax,”. You urged as you curled your body around the box, trying to muffle the ripping sounds as you tore it into its twelve pieces.
 “I’m trying,” Benji panted, holding a breath and licking his lips.
 “You said you heard Ethan outside, right?” you asked as you stacked the pieces by size.
 “I’m pretty sure I was hearing things,” Benji said, balling his hands into fists as you positioned yourself by his foot.
 “Just breath, alright?” you soothed. “I gotta work fast.”
 “I know,” he said, sucking in a breath and holding it.
 You pulled the bow out of the laces and eased them as loose as they’d go to expose the tongue.
 “Okay, here we go,” you breathed, cupping one hand under his warm calf and lifting the leg.
 Benji made a strangled sound in his throat before cutting it off and screwing up his face.
 With your free hand, you pried the shoe off his foot, applying as little pressure as you could.
 “I’m just going to feel it, okay? See what we’re dealing with.”
 Benji nodded, exhaling in a rush as you placed his foot back on the ground.
 You ghosted your fingers down the sides of his limb, peeling his 8-bit-life-bar-patterned sock off as you went. The pale white flesh bore dark blooms of bruising from the arch of his foot to the soft hair just above the ankle and there was a sizeable lump on the outside of the joint.
 “Shit,” you hissed. “You did a real number on it.”
 “You can still -”
 “I’m not bloody leaving you here; would you stop suggesting that?” you snapped, pulling your blouse off and lifting your tank top over your head.
 “Uh…” Benji’s eyes widened.
 “Sorry,” you grumbled, pulling your blouse back on and doing up the middle three buttons. You took your tank top in your hands and ripped it apart, separating the front from the back. You tore it again from the neck down once and twice, leaving you with six long shreds of shirt. “Can you help me?”
 “How?” Benji lifted his hands aloft, ready to go.
 “Hold these,” you said, placing two long box flaps double stacked on either side of Benji’s ankle so they ran from his heel to the bulge of his calf.
 Benji held the board in his hands as you looped a strip of shirt through the space under his knee, gently tugging it between his calf and the floor.
 “I’m gonna pull it tight,” you warned.
 “Not too tight,” he begged.
 “Not too tight,” you promised, twining the ends together and pulling them to close snugly around Benji’s leg and the boards. Benji winced hard and whined.
 “I know it hurts, but don’t move these,” you ordered, readjusting the panels. “You can let go.”
 Benji relaxed back into the wall.
 “Just another minute alright?” you said as you strung another cloth under his leg, shimmying it up to a point just above the break. “I don’t suppose you know where we are?”
 “Not a clue - ah!” he cried out softly as you pulled the knot tight.
 “Shh,” you gingerly laid a hand on his knee. “I need you to help me again.”
 Benji nodded and leaned forward.
 Doubling up the short flaps, you tucked them under the ends of the long ones so they guarded the sides of his feet. Benji whinged at the pressure.
 “Hold these,” you murmured as Benji took the planks in his hands. You whipped a shred around his foot and secured the boards there. “One more,” you muttered, easing the widest shred under the round of his heel, tying it so it would hold the planks still against each other.  Benji made another noise as you tightened it.
 “Alright, we gotta get you standing,” you murmured, shifting to crouch next to the man, slinging his arm over your shoulders. “I’m gonna tip you up onto your good leg, okay?”
 Benji nodded, hiking his good leg up as high as he could get it so he didn’t have far to go.
 “On three,” you braced yourself. “One, two…”
 You pressed up, bringing Benji to stand heavily next to you with a deep groan.
 “Grab this,” you guided his hand to the hip-high bar. He gripped it for dear life as you slipped from under him and moved to the door.
 Taking the knob in your hand, you held your breath as you twisted it. The bolt slid back and you pulled the door open a fraction, peeking through the crack.
 “It’s clear. Think you can throw a punch if it comes to it?” You stepped back to Benji and got under his arm again, easing him away from the bar.
 “I’ll have to make it work,” he panted. “Fuck this hurts.”
 “I know,” you squeezed his side where you rested your hand. “Let’s get out of here in one piece and we can get it fixed up good as new.”
 Benji made an amenable noise and hopped along next to you. You pulled the door open and poked your head into the hall, looking up and down the dimly-lit corridor. You were in one of a row of rooms, all with the doors shut. At the far left end was a set of stairs leading down, on the right, a set that went up.
 “Up or down?” you asked.
 “I think we’re already in a basement,” Benji panted, looking between your options. “But going down the stairs would certainly be easier.”
 “Can I leave you up here while I scout it out?” you asked, already ducking out from under his arm.
 “Please don’t get shot,” he mumbled.
 “Give me some credit,” you quipped, sneaking to the stairs and descending as silently as you could.
 The stairs doubled back on themselves halfway down to the next floor. You stuck your head around the corner and saw an even dimmer hallway full of broken things. Two old bikes, one missing a wheel, the other with a broken frame, leaned against the wall on one side and a pile of scrap metal lined the opposite wall. You crept down two stairs to see more, but it looked like more of the same. There was a single door at the end of the hallway. You glanced back up the stairs and hoped that no one would go for Benji while you checked this out.
 Tiptoeing down the hall, you reached for the doorknob. Before you turned it you listened. There were voices coming from within. You looked around at the trash on the floor, hoping to find something akin to a cup. Finding nothing, you pressed your ear to the wood and listened.
 “Atlas will be expecting payment,” one voice said. You recognized the language immediately to be Spanish.
 “I’m sure he will be, but we need to see the product first,” the second voice was, unmistakably, Ethan’s.
 “When Atlas expects payment, he expects payment up front.”
 “No product, no payment.”
 You backtracked and flew up the stairs, taking them three at a time.
 “What’s going on down there?” Benji asked as he saw you take the last steps in a leap.
 “Ethan’s downstairs,” you said, crouching under Benji’s arm and supporting him to start moving. “Downstairs is a dead end, he’s at the end of it. What do you want to do?”
 “Did it sound like he was in trouble?”
 “It sounded like he was sticking to the mission -”
 A harsh clanking noise came from three rooms down. You exchanged a look with Benji.
 “You didn’t happen to hear Jane down there, did you?” Benji asked.
 You crunched up your face.
“I didn’t.”
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adothoe-archive · 7 years
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King of Hearts
Request: could you do a fic about jefferson and hamilton both trying to impress the reader? c:
Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader
Warning: it’s a Criminal Minds AU so murder and rape are mentioned several times but none of it is graphic, also angst- hellaaaa angst
Kink Tag: none
AU: Modern/Criminal Minds AU
Word Count: 6041 (yes, really)
Song: “Not Afraid Anymore” - Halsey
A/N: Welcome to the first day of the @hamwriters Write-A-Thon in celebration of us gaining 1K followers there! This au ripped my soul to pieces becuase I love Criminal Minds and this had to have an angst ending. Sorry in advance but hope you enjoy and see you tomorrow for femslash day.
unsub = unknown subject (aka the bad guy)
John rapped on your office door twice and held up a file once you looked up. “We got a case. NYC. It’s pretty bad.”
You stood and grabbed your tablet, looking through the files as you walked with him to the conference room. “Ten bodies? Why are we just now being called in?”
“Lead detective on the case was stubborn.” You snorted and he smiled at you. “But the details got leaked to the media and his captain made the call.”
“The media’s already running the story,” you asked as you sat down at the round table, nodding at each member of your team.
“Yeah,” said Maria as she leaned back in her chair. “They’re calling him the ‘King of Hearts.’ Saying he’s the worst thing that’s happened to the city since the Son of Sam.”
Angelica looked up from the files. “Are we sure it’s one unsub?”
George Washington, your team leader, sat down and smoothed his tie as he did so. “You think it’s more than one?”
“Like partners,” asked John.
Angelica shook her head. “No, I don’t think they’re partners. There are two different MO’s. The only thing they have in common is that they both take things from the victims.”
“Does he leave the things he takes with the next victim like the Reaper,” asked Hercules.
“No,” said Maria, looking over the files. “I’m betting they’re both keeping the items as trophies.”
“Or giving them to a significant other as gifts,” you interjected.
“All good ideas. We’ll talk more on the jet. Wheels up in 30,” Gwash commanded.
“Detective Madison,” Gwash extended his hand for a handshake. “I’m Agent Washington. This is the rest of my team, Agents Reynolds, Schuyler, Laurens, Mulligan, and Y/L/N.
He nodded. “Nice to meet you. We have a conference room set up for you guys over here.” Madison led you to a room with a long table and several whiteboards standing around.
Gwash set his briefcase down. “We believe you’re dealing with two separate killers.”
“Two serial killers in New York at the same time?”
“Actually, given the city’s population and our statistics on how many psychopaths live within a certain square mileage, especially in large cities, it is entirely possible, although exceedingly rare,” explained Angelica.
Madison stared at her strangely then nodded. “So, two serial killers. How can you tell?”
You walked up to the pictures on the board and pointed. “While both unsubs take things from their victims, one has stuck to a specific type while the other has killed a large variety of women with varying ages, hair colors, and race.”
Maria walked up to rearrange the pictures to display what you had said. “Also, the unsub who has stuck to his one type has raped each of his victims.”
“Are you sure they’re not partners?”
You shook your head. “Both of the killers profile as a dominant personality. They wouldn’t be able to work together for an extended period of time without killing each other.”
“We believe that both of them started killing unaware of the other, but as the media attention grew, it turned into some sort of rivalry.”
Madison scratched his head. “So what are they fighting for?”
“Most likely it’s the city. They both see New York as their personal hunting ground and the other as encroaching on their territory,” said Angelica, starting to work on the geographic profile on the map.
“Well, how do we catch them,” asked the detective. “We’ll have to visit the crime scenes and see the bodies to complete our profile.” Gwash started unpacking the files. “Y/L/N, Reynolds, go to the most recent crime scenes. Mulligan, you and I will go visit the medical examiner. Schuyler, I want you to stay here to finish the geographic profile and talk to any families that come in. Laurens, go with Detective Madison and put a lid on the press. We don’t want them feeling emboldened to kill more because they’re getting famous.”
“Yes, sir,” you all said.
You looked over the crime scene that happened last night with Maria, noticing the signs of struggle around the house.
“No forced entry,” said Maria, stepping over the broken glass.
You nodded, looking over the blood patterns on the furniture and over the floor. “So she either knew her killer or he used a ruse.”
“What’d he take?”
“A necklace. The father is bringing pictures over to the station of her wearing it. Apparently, he gave it to her on her high school graduation.”
She sighed. “It’s always so sad. Seeing these families torn apart for no reason.”
You nodded, face grim. “Well, we can help them by stopping the unsubs before they have a chance to kill again.”
Maria nodded. “So this is the rape victim?”
“Yeah. I’d say he came through the front door- she invited him in, whether she knew him or not.”
“And then he rapes her here,” said Maria, standing beside the couch.
“And when he’s done he stabs her multiple times. The blood suggests she tried to crawl to the phone to call 911 before he subdued her.”
“Why would he let her get that far? He’s already got her at her most vulnerable. Why not just kill her on the couch?”
You looked over the living room slowly. “It’s a power play. This unsub’s dominant, right? He wants her to know he has her life in his hands and he can end it whenever he wants. It’s another form of torture to give her hope.”
“Sick bastard.”
“Aren’t they all?”
Maria sighed and nodded. “Next crime scene?”
“Mhm,” you responded, giving the room one final glance.
“Hey, you guys,” called Angelica. “I noticed another pattern. Two, actually.”
“What is it, Schuyler,” asked Gwash.
“The unsub who rapes his victims before killing them has always done it in the victim’s home. The other unsub has been dumping the bodies and they’ve always been less than a mile from a church.”
“So one unsub is religious?”
“It could be more than that,” said Hercules. “There’s a lot of symbolism when it comes to churches and religion.”
“I don’t know. But the other pattern I found is what the unsubs have been taking,” Angelica stood up to reference the board. “The first unsub is taking jewelry from the victims and so is the other, but that unsub is taking exclusively engagement rings.”
“Engagement rings,” you asked, your mind trailing off somewhere for a moment.
“That with the dumping of the bodies by churches…” said Maria.
“The unsub has a fixation with marriage,” Hercules stood up to call Peggy, the tech analyst for the team. “Baby girl, I need you to look something up for me.”
“Ask and you shall receive, my luscious piece of dark chocolate,” Peggy’s voice came over the phone.
“Behave. I need you to find me all the things the second unsub’s victims had in common. We think it has something to do with marriage. Were they cheating on their husbands, or not behaving like a wife should in the traditional sense? Dig up everything you can find.”
“Your wish, my command, mon amour. Peggy out.” And she hung up.
“What about the victims of the first unsub, though? They have to have something in common.” Maria looked over the whiteboard at the pictures of the victims.
“None were married. We know that.” You sat back in your chair to look at the boards as well.
“Then they must have had a place where they all encountered the unsub,” said Angelica, looking over her map with the geographic profile. “It can’t be random.”
“Mulligan, call Peggy back and ask her to look through the bank records of the other victims. See if they were at the same place at the same time or if they frequented the same gym or something like that,” ordered Gwash, looking at his watch. “Other than that, let’s call it a night. We’ll work better in the morning if we’ve had sleep.”
The next morning you were greeted with an autopsy report before you had even sat down at the conference table. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, wishing you had some coffee that wasn’t brewed in a police station.
“Anything special?” You looked up at John who was handing the files out to the rest of the team.
“Oh, yeah. Get this, the unsubs, both of them, are starting to react to the media’s name. The last two victims both had a playing card stuffed down their throats.”
“Let me guess,” said Maria with a sigh, “the card is the king of hearts?”
John nodded and Gwash closed his file and stood, looking around the room at all of you. “We’re ready to give the profile.”
All of you filed into the bullpen, wheeling the evidence boards behind you to reference when you were giving the profile. Gwash said a few words to Detective Madison and all of the officers on duty were sat down to listen.
Hercules cleared his throat and began the profile. “We’ve profiled that you’re dealing with two serial killers. While their MO’s are very similar, there are some specific differences that can help us catch them.”
“Both unsubs have a dominant personality,” began Maria. “They’re alpha males and they most likely have a job that reflects that. Doctor, stock broker, lawyer, politician- any male dominated field that gives the unsub authority.”
“Wouldn’t that fit cops too,” asked Madison, crossing his arms defensively.
“Well, yes-”
“So you think one of us is behind this,” a beat cop from the back of the crowd spoke up.
“If we thought a police officer was behind any of the killings, we would have interviewed all of you by now.” Washington spoke with a commanding voice. “These unsubs have intimate knowledge of how police proceedings work. Enough not to get caught or leave any fingerprints or DNA, but not enough to suggest that it’s someone who is or used to be a cop.”
That got a few nods from the crowd and you could see people start taking notes. “These unsubs are organized. They bring what they need and they leave with it. There are no fingerprints, DNA, not even a treadmark from a shoe. They know how to cover their trail and that leads us to believe that they stalk their victims for at least a day before attacking them; learning their schedule, when they will or won’t be home.”
“I thought you said they were different,” said Madison.
“They are,” interjected Angelica, “but only in minute ways. The first unsub started killing after the other and he only targets women who all have the same features- hair color, eye color, skin tone.” You shivered slightly because, as often was the case, the victims looked like you. “This unsub rapes his victims before he kills them and we believe this is because he’s trying to live out some sort of fantasy with them.”
Mulligan leaned against a desk. “And when they eventually fail, he kills them. He’s so enraged that they couldn’t live up to his fantasy that he stabs them multiple times. It’s overkill.” He crossed his arms as he scanned the room. “Normally, with how he kills- with a knife and multiple wounds- we’d suggest that he’s impotent, but as the victims all showed signs of non-consensual sex before their murder, that’s obviously not the case. This makes unsub number one a sexual sadist. He wants his victims to suffer in more ways than one.”
Angelica got up to point at the second group of victims. “The second unsub attacks only women but he doesn’t have a specific type and there’s no evidence of sexual assault of any kind, unless you counted the stabbing of the heart in each of the victims. This could suggest this unsub is impotent but I highly doubt it.”
“Why’s that,” Madison asked.
Maria spoke up from next to the crime scene photos. “He isn’t getting off on the killing like the first unsub is. He’s doing it just to kill which makes him a psychopath.”
“Finally,” you said, “both unsubs take things from their victims. Unsub one takes jewelry- necklaces, bracelets. But the second unsub only takes engagement rings. That, combined with the fact that each of the bodies were dumped within a mile of a church, makes us believe that his motivation is about marriage. We’re not sure why, but it’s an important difference.”
Washington stepped to the center of the room. “We believe you’re looking for two males, aged 25 to 45 in a high level job that gives them authority and asserts their dominance. They’ve only killed in Manhattan so it’s likely that they live and work here. It’s their comfort zone and they know it well. Race is usually the easiest to pinpoint but as half of the victims probably play the role of a past girlfriend or someone the unsub is obsessed with and the other half don’t stick to any type, we can’t tell you that. When you find the unsub, he’ll be denying it the whole time, trying to pull rank over you. He thinks he’s important and that makes him cocky in every aspect of his life. He’s charming and smooth, both of them are. And when you question the neighbors, they’ll be shocked as to how he could do this.” He nodded at the room. “That’s all for now. Thank you.”
That night, you walked into your hotel room, exhausted from your day, and frowned when you saw a package on the table by your bed. You’d been getting them for awhile anonymously but how would this person know you were in New York? What hotel you were staying at, or even the room?
You opened it and a necklace fell onto your bed. It looked familiar…
And then you realized it had belonged to the last victim.
Your mind started racing, going over the case and all the packages you had gotten in the past couple of months. You rubbed your face and ran your hands through your hair as you paced the room.
It couldn’t be. The unsubs- both the unsubs couldn’t be targeting you.
You shook your head and locked your badge, gun, and the necklace in the safe in your room. You’d tell Gwash and the team about this in the morning. But right now, you needed to think things through and have a drink.
A really big drink.
You found yourself sitting on a stool down in the hotel bar, nursing a single malt whiskey. Your thoughts were still too loud in your head and you desperately needed a distraction from this strange twist in your life.
That distraction turned out to take shape in the form of a handsome man you hadn’t seen since college.
“Thomas? What are you doing here?”
The man grinned at you. Weird, you thought, he was a man now.
“I live here. I was meeting a client.” He ducked his head as he sat down next to you. “I’m a lawyer, Y/N.”
You smiled. You always knew he’d go far. Just too far to take you with him.
“So… how have things been- since, you know…”
“Since we broke up? It’s okay, you can say it. We’re both adults, I think we can handle it.”
He smiled at you and you were suddenly reminded of the time you were in bed with him and he told you that one day he was going to marry you. The thought didn’t make you as sad as it used to, but it still felt like a heavy blow.
You nodded, breaking yourself out of your reverie. “It’s been a long time. Update me on your life. Any special someone?”
He laughed quietly and shook his head. “Unfortunately, no one has ever seemed to match up with you.”
“Thomas…” you said softly. You couldn’t believe your ears. He couldn’t still be in love with you, could he? He held his hands up.
“It’s okay. I know you must’ve found someone much better by now and I don’t hold it against you.” He paused and looked you over. “Though, I don’t see a ring.”
“That’s because I’m not married.”
“Boyfriend?”
You shook your head.
“Forgive me if I find that hard to believe.”
You shook your head and laughed quietly. “You were always such the charmer.”
He grinned. “Well, I had to be to land you.” He looked at you intently and pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Not quite sure how I did that anymore.”
You leaned into his touch. You missed him more than you’d like to admit. He was your last serious boyfriend and you were in love with him. If you were honest, you didn’t think you’d ever stopped.
“I miss you,” he said, echoing your thoughts.
“I miss you too, Thomas.” You placed your hand over his and reluctantly moved it away from your face. “But I’m here working a case and I can’t afford to be distracted. Surely you’ve seen the news? There’s a serial killer out there.” 
He nodded and shifted away from you slightly, noticing your change in demeanor. “Two, if my contact is correct.”
“What?”
“I’m a lawyer. People owe me favors.”
“Okay, I’m not going to ask how you know that but it’s still not safe-”
“Even more of a reason to spend the night with my FBI ex-girlfriend,” he smiled at you. “She’ll keep me safe.”
“Spend the night, huh?”
He tilted his head, his curls flopping over his shoulder. “As long as you want to.”
You sighed, knowing in your heart you couldn’t pass up one last night in his arms. “Okay.”
“Really?” You stood, putting a few bills on the bar to pay for your drink. “Follow me, Jefferson.”
He grinned at you all the way up to your room.
You woke up in Thomas’s arms when your alarm went off and it was like you were in college again. Foolishly in love and thinking that it would last forever.
He stirred next to you as you removed yourself from his embrace and stood to get your outfit ready for the day. You looked him over, curls splayed over the pillow, abs as prominent as they were six years ago, and the sheet tantalizingly low on his hips.
You sighed and walked into the adjoined bathroom, leaving the door open a crack as you got in the shower so he’d know where you were.
When you stepped out, wrapped in your towel, Thomas was fully awake and half dressed, sitting at the edge of your bed.
“To work we go, huh?”
You nodded and bit your lip as you looked at him. “Promise me you’ll be safe,” you blurted. “The killers have only targeted women so far but please don’t be reckless. These guys are unflinching in their ability to kill whoever’s in their way- no hesitation marks. I need you to be safe when I leave here.”
Thomas stood and made his way over to you. When he did he cupped your face and kissed you softly.
“I promise nothing bad will happen to me other than a suffocating pile of paperwork.”
You laughed a little but wrapped your arms around his waist to pull him close. “I’m serious, Thomas.”
He stroked your hair and wrapped his other arm around your shoulders. “And I’m serious, Y/N. I’ll be safe, I promise.” He leaned back to look you in the eye.
You looked down and sighed. “I have to get dressed- meet my team at the SUV. Can you let yourself out?”
He nodded and pulled away completely. You missed his arms around you already. “I’m gonna take a shower before I go if that’s okay?”
“Of course. I’ll probably be gone before you’re done though,” you said, tugging on one of his curls that you knew he was fastidious with when it came to their care.
He grinned at you. “In that case…”
He closed the distance between you and kissed you deeply, leaving you breathless when he pulled away. Thomas rubbed his thumb over your swollen bottom lip.
“We’ll meet up again before you leave?”
“Of course,” you said again, softer this time.
He smiled at you and brought the remainder of his clothes to the bathroom, closing the door firmly shut behind him. You brought your hand to your mouth and smiled slightly.
Who knew after all these years you’d finally be reunited with the last man you’d ever truly loved?
You pulled yourself out of your daze and quickly got dressed, using makeup to cover your hickies. You placed the envelope with the necklace into your pocket after you holstered your gun and tucked your credentials away.
You knocked on the bathroom door as a goodbye and took the elevator down to the garage to meet your team.
“You should’ve told me about this immediately, Y/N. How long have you been getting these packages?” Washington stood in front of you, gesturing at the victim’s necklace that was delivered to you last night.
“Since the killings started. I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to think of them. They didn’t come with any note or postage stamp so they seemed harmless. I didn’t even connect them to the case until last night, and when I got it I just needed to clear my head.” You sighed and rubbed your face. “I just don’t see why these unsubs are sending their trophies to me. I haven’t been to New York in years.”
“Maybe they wanted someone in law enforcement to notice them. They weren’t getting it from the local police until recently. Maybe they wanted you to catch them.”
“Both of them? It’s the same signature, Gwash. If how they killed weren’t so different, I’d say we were dealing with a serial killer and their copycat.”
He nodded. “One stabs them in the heart, a clean efficient kill once he gets past the ribcage. The other stabs his victims multiple times in the stomach- there’s overkill, he’s obviously enraged about something.”
You nodded along with him, thinking through the facts of the case.
“Does this give you any hint as to who could be doing this? They must know you, or at least know of you.”
You shook your head. “No. I’m sorry, Gwash, but I don’t. No one I know could do something like this.”
“Okay. I believe you.” He looked at you intently. “We have to go present this to the team though.”
You sighed. “I know.”
Washington’s gaze softened. “We’ll catch them. Don’t worry, Y/N.”
“Thanks, sir. I know we will.”
The two of you walked to the conference room that had become your home base for the investigation the past few days. Peggy’s voice came through over Hercules’ phone and Angelica was writing furiously on the board.
“What happened,” asked Gwash.
Hercules looked up. “Peggy found something.”
“Yes, sir,” came Peggy’s voice again. “Each of the victims for the first unsub had contacted a lawyer in the days prior to their death. Different things for each of them- property damage, lawsuits, theft. And it was the same lawyer that their cases were assigned to- an Alexander Hamilton.”
“Good work, baby girl. Tell him what else you found.”
“I, being the girl genius I am, also found that all of the second set of victims were filing for divorce, and get this, they contacted the same firm that Hamilton works at.”
“Do they have the same lawyer on their case files,” asked Gwash, leaning in towards the phone.
“Not that I can see,” the sound of typing overlapped with Peggy’s voice. “The only connection I can uncover are the pending divorces and all of the victims for both unsubs being linked to that firm.”
“What’s the name of the firm, Peggy,” asked Gwash again.
“Monticello Law Firm. It’s founder, Thomas Jefferson, and Alexander Hamilton are both partners there.”
Thomas? Could he be hurt? If he worked with the unsub-
“That proves the dominant personality,” commented Maria, interrupting your thoughts. “Lawyers are all alpha males.”
“Thanks, baby girl,” Hercules said into his phone. “We’ll let you know if we need you again.”
“You’ll always need me, sugar. PS out!”
Gwash looked around the room at the team and nodded. “Let’s go catch our unsub.”
The team brought Hamilton in relatively easy. He didn’t fight at any point on the way to the station. You were uneasy the whole drive back, though, because Thomas’ secretary had told you he hadn’t shown up for work that day.
Worsening your nerves, once Hamilton was in custody and in an interrogation room, he would talk only to you.
Washington coached you as you stared at him through the reflective glass. “In his mind you already have a rapport. Use that. He’s been sending you gifts. He probably thinks that you’re in a relationship with him. Keep asking him questions, encourage him, and whatever you do, don’t break the fantasy.”
You nodded and picked up the case files you’d need to question him.
“We’ll be watching from here.”
Feeling a little more reassured, you walked out into the hallway and pushed open the door to the interrogation room. Hamilton’s eyes immediately went to you, raking over your body in a way that made you uncomfortable, not that you’d let him see it.
“Y/N,” he said with a lover’s voice. “It’s about time we finally met in person.”
“Alexander,” you sat down across from him and set your files down on the desk, “it’s good to see you.”
“Alex, please.” He smiled at you and he looked so normal it took you a minute to find your words.
“Do you know why you’re here, Alex?”
“Because you’re here.”
“Actually, we brought you in because we believe you raped and killed five women.” He nodded. “Do you deny this?”
He looked at you for a moment before responding, leaning forward as he did so. “Did you get my gifts?”
“So you are guilty of committing these murders, Alex?”
“I hope you liked them. They’re much more appropriate than engagement rings.”
You stalled. “How do you know about that?”
“About the other man sending you gifts? I don’t think they should be called gifts, though. Necklaces are gifts. Engagement rings are something you give in person.”
“Alex, do you know who that man is? The one killing women and stealing their engagement rings?”
“Of course I do.” He smiled at you again but this time it was tight. And just a little bit unhinged.
“Who is it?”
“I’ve known the whole time. He’s who inspired me to start, too. I know him, you know. He’s a pompous, entitled, douchebag.” Hamilton tilted his head at you. “But you knew that. And you know him, too. There’s a reason he only sends you rings. He said he’d marry you one day, didn’t he? But he doesn’t deserve you. I do.” He laughed and you became much more uncomfortable than you were before. “I do. I. Do. That’s something you say on your wedding day.”
You stood and gathered your files, your mind racing. What he said couldn’t be true. You knew him. You… you loved him. You had to know for certain.
You dropped the files in the conference room and called Peggy from the SUV.
“Supreme knowledge, at your service,” she answered.
“Peggy, I need Thomas Jefferson’s address.” “Is there a reason why? Do you-” 
“Just do it, Peggy!”
“Yeah… yeah, okay. I just sent it to your phone.”
You hung up and plugged his address into the car’s navigation system, turning your siren on to get through NYC traffic.
When you got to his apartment building, you took the elevator all the way to his penthouse and banged on the door. “Thomas!”
He opened the door as if he was expecting you over for lunch. “What took you so long?”
You walked past him and into his apartment, pacing the floor before turning to look at him. “Why weren’t you at work?”
He shrugged. “I took the day off. I do own the place.”
“We arrested your partner today.”
“Hamilton? It was only a matter of time before he did something illegal.”
“He confessed to being one of the serial killers.”
“Really?”
“He told me that you were the other one. That you’ve been killing women and sending me their rings because of something you said when we were in college!”
“I did tell you I’d marry you.”
“That’s not the way, Thomas! Did you kill those women?”
“I had to get you to New York-”
You gasped and took a step back. You hadn’t wanted to believe it. But here he was confessing. “You killed those women.”
It wasn’t a question but he nodded anyway, taking a few steps toward you.
“I’ve been in love with you this whole time, Y/N. I couldn’t stop. I’d think about you all the time-”
“So you killed people? You do understand I’ll have to arrest you-”
“No, you don’t.”
“You killed people, Thomas.”
“I don’t have to kill if I have you.”
“Thomas-”
“I promise I’ll never hurt another soul.” He looked at you intensely. Normally, you would have melted under his gaze and what he said next, but you couldn’t today. Not after what he did. “Just run away with me.”
You teared up as you stared at him. This man, this man that you had loved for so long had done these atrocious things. And now you had to decide between love and integrity.
Your voice cracked when you spoke. “Don’t you see? I can’t. You killed people, Tommy. Five women are dead because of you.”
He nodded and looked at his feet, seeming as normal as ever. “I understand.”
You kept your eyes on him as you pulled your phone out of your pocket to dial Gwash’s number. You wanted the last time you saw him to be like this, where you were both free. You couldn’t even make yourself handcuff him.
“Y/L/N,” Gwash answered, “where are you?”
You couldn’t keep the tears out of your voice. “I’m at Thomas Jefferson’s apartment. The other partner at the firm Hamilton works at. I, uh, Hamilton said something that made me suspect…” You rubbed your face, hating yourself for doing this, even though you knew it was the right thing to do. “He’s the other unsub, Gwash.”
“We’re on our way.” And he hung up.
You felt hands on your cheeks and you instinctively leaned into him until you remembered what he did, who he was now.
His voice was soft and his gaze softer. “You know I hate seeing you cry. It breaks my heart, Y/N.”
“Yeah?” You looked up at him, tears streaming down your face and your voice unsteady. “What about when those women cried? When they begged for their lives? Did you hate that?”
He stepped forward to try to comfort you again. “They’re not you-”
“That doesn’t matter, Thomas! You shouldn’t have killed them!” “I did that for you, for us-”
“Don’t say that. Don’t make this my fault.”
“It’s no one’s fault-”
“Yes! It is! It’s your fault! It’s all your fault! You should have called me- you should… you should have…”
You couldn’t help it as you broke down in front of him. And this time when his arms encircled you, you did nothing to fight it. Did it make you a horrible person that you still loved him after all he’d done?
Thomas spoke to you in soothing tones as he rubbed your back. You quickly pushed him away.
“You need to go. Leave!” You shouted at him as you rubbed your face. You could get him out of this, you just needed to be smart.
“I’m not leaving you.” His iron resolve reminded you of better days in college when this didn’t exist. When you didn’t have to make this choice.
“Yes, you are. You’re leaving so you don’t get caught. You’ll get a fake ID, you’ll go off the grid. No one will find you.” You rushed towards him for the first time that day and grabbed his hands. “You need to hit me.”
“I could never hurt you. I told you that.”
“You have to. No one will ever believe you got away from me without violence. I can’t lose you and my job, Thomas.” You braced yourself. “So hit me.”
You fell to the floor as the smack came across your face. You landed on his glass table and you could feel the shards digging into your skin painfully. But you could take it.
“Again.” You looked him in his eyes. “You need to knock me out.” You closed your eyes before you could see his fist hurtling towards your face.
You woke up in the hospital a few days later with the news that Thomas had been long gone by the time your team had gotten there. He apparently had a safe full of cash and hadn’t even made a blip on anyone’s radar since then.
You had suffered a concussion, a black eye, and several small cuts all over your body from the table. During your debrief, you weaved a tale in which “Jefferson” had attacked you and you hadn’t thought to bring backup because you’d known him in college and didn’t believe he was capable of those things.
That part was still true.
The Thomas you knew was sweet, and kind, and sarcastic, and you still couldn’t find a bad thing to say about him other than he used to leave the toilet seat up and eat too much mac and cheese.
Your team believed you. Your injuries were convincing enough, but the doctors couldn’t fix the gaping hole in your chest since you let Thomas leave.
A few cases later and you progressively felt worse. You started throwing up in the mornings and after you ate anything that wasn’t mac and cheese.
You didn’t know for certain until after another case when your period refused to come. Right now, you sat at your desk, looking down at your stomach and feeling your world break apart around you.
A knock on your door drew your gaze up and John walked in with a smile. “This was left for you.” He handed you a small envelope that eerily reminded you of the one you received a victim’s necklace in.
“Thank you, John.” He nodded and closed your door behind him.
You opened it gingerly and turned it upside down over your desk. Out fell a matchbook with the logo of a bar printed on the back. You rubbed your thumb over it as you were lost in thought again.
Scotty’s Bar and Pool House.
It was a staple at your college and infamous for never carding.
And it was the where Thomas had told you he loved you for the very first time.
You looked closer at the matchbook and noticed a small 8 scribbled in the corner in blue ink. The message was clear: I love you. And if you want to find me, meet me here at 8pm.
You looked down at your stomach again and you sighed, knowing what you had to do.
You unholstered your gun and put the safety on before you set it on your desk. You pulled your badge out of your blazer pocket and looked at your picture before setting it down too. You shut your phone off and left it in the top drawer of your desk. You left your laptop open in front of you and grabbed your go bag.
You looked over your office one last time before leaving, walking swiftly to the elevators then grabbing a cab instead of taking your car. You emptied your bank account, tucked the cash into your bag, and bought a bus ticket to your college town.
And you slid onto a stool at exactly 8pm in the bar where the man next to you had taken your hand and changed your life forever. This time around, you took his hand and looked forward as you squeezed.
“I love you too.”
The man smiled.
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