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heavyhitterheaux · 7 months

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When Four Makes Five

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

AN: I don't want anyone to get confused, so they didn't find out that there were two boys until later

Synopsis: You break the news to your ten year old triplets and six year old daughter that the family is about to get a little bigger. However, one of them isn't excited as the rest

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: an anon 💕

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"Smush, I'm nervous." You told him as you were playing with your curly ponytail as you sat on his lap. You had kept the secret for as long as possible and you knew that it was only a matter of time before they started to notice.

Jack looked over at you and sighed. He knew you were nervous and for good reason. The two of you were about to tell your four older children that they were about to have another sibling, but that wasn't the problem.

The problem was the gender of said child.

It was a boy and both of you knew that Axel was about to be upset since now he wasn't going to be the only boy anymore.

However, the two of you were extremely excited to grow your family and to give them another sibling.

"Maybe he's going to take it better than we think." Jack tried to reason with you, but all you did was shake your head.

"Babe, be serious. You know how he is and I just…. I don't know."

Axel frequently made comments about being the only boy, hence, being the favorite child out of the four, but the two of you would constantly tell him that you didn’t have favorites among them and that they’re loved by the both of you equally.

"He was excited when Nova was born and was excited to be a big brother again."

"Uh huh and Nova's a girl."

"Good point. But the last thing he would ever want to do is upset you. He's always ready to beat someone's ass when it comes to you, including me, his own father." Jack replied as he scrunched up his face.

You couldn't help but to laugh because you knew Jack was right. That’s simply how he was and you knew that he had gotten it from Jack being that he was protective over you and over his sisters.

"It'll be fine, baby girl. Stop worrying about it." Jack comforted you before leaning over to kiss you which you gladly accepted.

"We can tell them at dinner. I'm about to go and pick them up from school, okay?"

"Okay." You quietly said before sliding off of Jack’s lap so that he could stand up.

"It's going to be okay. It'll probably go better than we think it will."

Jack gave you one last kiss before leaving the house and you simply sat down in your room for fifteen minutes staring at the wall. You had a gut feeling that this wasn't going to go over well at all, but only time will tell.

You were in the kitchen starting to make dinner when you heard the front door open and several sets of footsteps enter the house. You were startled when you felt someone come up behind you and hug you, but you already knew that it was Axel.

“Ax, is that you?” You said while cutting up onions and peppers for the fajitas that you were going to make.

All you heard was his small laugh and you turned around to see him looking up at you.

“Hi mommy.”

“Hi, my sweet baby, how was your day at school?” You asked while squatting down to his level and he gave you a proper hug.

“Good, I got to play soccer at recess.”

“Did you now? What else did you do?”

“Hmm, bother my sisters.”

“I……”

“MOMMY! AXEL GOT TO HOLD THE CLASS HAMSTER AND CHASED ME AROUND THE CLASSROOM WITH IT!”

“Hi to you too, Ivy.” You laughed while you stood up and she came over to you while she was eyeing Axel.

“IT’S JUST A HAMSTER!”

“THEY’RE WEIRD AND I DON’T LIKE THEM!”

“Funny how the two of you are arguing over a hamster when we literally have thirteen pets, but go off.” Jack muttered while Autumn and Nova filed in behind him.

“They don’t even do anything, but yet you don’t like them?” You asked her and she immediately shook her head no.

“Babe…” You started to say as you looked at Jack, but his eyes went wide and looked at you in disbelief.

“NO. NO MORE PETS. WE ALREADY LIVE IN A ZOO.”

“Boo, you’re no fun.” You answered him while pouting before turning back towards the stove.

“Okay, I know the four of you have homework so let’s go and get that done.” Jack said to the four of them and they collectively sighed.

“I finished mine in class, daddy.” Ivy said while smiling and he knew that she was probably telling the truth. All four of them were extremely smart, but you knew that Ivy would probably be the one to take advanced classes since she was the first one to learn the alphabet, her numbers, and to talk in full sentences.

“Then let me look over it to make sure you did it right while mommy makes dinner.”

“Can I do my homework at the table to stay with her?”

“Why of course you can Ax.”

You were soaking all of this up now because you knew it was only a matter of time before all hell broke loose. But maybe it would actually go better than you thought, so you put it in the back of your mind and tried to keep a positive attitude.

You had made your salted caramel chocolate cake for dessert after everyone had eaten their fajitas and once you placed it on the table, all four of your children were eyeing you because they knew that you only made that on special occasions. The last one being Nova’s birthday.

"What's the occasion, mommy?" Autumn asked as she was stuffing her face with cake and you looked at Jack who simply smiled at you.

"Me and your mom have something to tell you."

"Is it another puppy?" Nova excitedly asked.

"No, Nova. Not this time because daddy won’t let me be great and get another one." You said while laughing and she pouted while Jack rolled his eyes at you.

"Daddy bought me a new video game?" Axel asked and you shook your head no.

"Our family is about to get a little bigger." Jack said and Ivy immediately yelled.

"I'M GOING TO BE A BIG SISTER AGAIN!"

"OOHH is it a girl!?" Autumn asked while looking at the two of you and you both shook your heads no.

"Then that means…."

"It's a boy! I’ll have a little brother!" Nova exclaimed while smiling.

The girls were excited, but Axel had been silent the entire time while looking at you and Jack.

"Ax, are you excited to be a big brother again?" Jack asked him and he didn't say anything in response which of course made you nervous.

You knew it.

"Ax?" You said, calling him again and he immediately pushed himself away from the table.

"What's wrong bubs?" You asked as you got up to embrace him, but he pushed your hands away.

"I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONLY BOY!"

"Axel…." Jack said in a warning tone but he wasn't backing down.

"NO! IT'S NOT FAIR! NOW YOU'RE GOING TO FORGET ABOUT ME."

"Ax, baby I would never." You said before reaching for him again, but he ran past you and up the stairs.

You couldn't help but for your eyes to start to water and it was now silent at the table.

"Babe, I'll go talk to him." Jack said as he got up from the table and went up the stairs.

Nova, noticing that you were upset, climbed into your lap and began to rub your belly.

"He's in there?" She asked and you nodded while wiping away the tears that had fallen and Ivy quickly grabbed a tissue to dab at your face.

“Yeah, he’s in there. Mommy is keeping him safe in her belly until he’s ready to come out. Thank you Ivy.”

“Welcome, mama.”

The child that was most in tune to your emotions was Ivy and she could see it from a mile away if you were about to get upset about something and was always the first one to comfort you if Jack didn’t get to it first.

“Do you know what you’re going to name him?” Autumn asked while trying to put you in a better mood.

“Me and daddy haven’t decided yet, but when we do, you’ll be the first ones we tell.”

“Is Ax going to be okay?” Nova quietly asked while playing with your necklace that Jack had gifted you which had his initials on it.

“He’ll come around eventually.” You answered her while shrugging.

“Well,it’s not like he really has a choice.” Ivy said only loud enough for you to hear.

“But we’re excited, mommy!”

“Now, Nova, he’s going to need a little extra help for when he’s born since there won’t be a lot that he can do for himself. Your sisters already went through this with you so they know what to expect, but mommy and daddy still love you just the same and we do not ever want you to feel like you’re not as important. And we need you to step up and be an amazing big sister to him. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yes! I want to help!”

“She says that now, but it’ll change once she hears him crying throughout the night.”

“Autumn…..”

“Sorry, mommy. Just saying.”

“Be good and set an example for your little sister to follow.”

This was giving you flashbacks to when you brought Nova home and Autumn acted as if the world was coming to an end because she wasn’t going to be the baby anymore. Your mother offered to take her for the first few weeks, but you quickly declined saying that she needed to get used to her role of being a big sister and that you and Jack would teach her healthy ways on how to manage her emotions if she began to get frustrated with what was going on around her.

“I will, promise.”

Jack had followed Axel upstairs to find him in his room playing one of his video games and went to sit down next to him.

“Ax, we need to talk so turn the game off.”

All he did was sigh in response before doing what he was told and looked at Jack.

“Tell me how you’re feeling right now.”

“You and mommy are going to forget about me and I won’t be the favorite boy anymore.”

“But do you think that me and mommy are going to love you any less? Because that’s not true. All of you have a special place in our heart and just because we add another person to our family doesn’t mean that the special place we have for you is going to get any smaller.”

“It’s not?”

“No, of course not. All of you are important to us and we’re thankful to be your parents.”

“I made her cry, didn’t I?” He quietly asked before starting to feel guilty.

“You did make her upset because she feels like her only son isn’t supportive of her. Isn’t she always supportive of you when you come to her and tell her something?”

“Yes.”

“And she always tells you that she wants the best for you, right?”

“Yes.”

“So, don’t you think you need to apologize to her and focus on being a good big brother once he gets here? You’ll have a very important job seeing as you’re going to be the one he looks up to. Yes, he’ll look up to his sisters too, but since you’re the only boy, that makes it extra special.”

“You promise that you won’t love me any less?”

“I promise. He’ll need a little extra attention when he gets here like Nova needed, but you’ve gone through that before. It’ll be the same thing.”

“Okay.”

“You ready to go downstairs now and eat some cake since you get to be a big brother again?” Axel eagerly nodded and hopped up off his bed and Jack followed closely behind him. Once downstairs, he walked over to you since you were sitting at the table and scrolling through your phone when Axel tapped you making you look over at him.

“Yes, bubs?”

Axel didn’t say anything and simply sat in your lap while looking at you with his big brown eyes that resembled yours.

“Mommy, I’m sorry. I promised daddy that I would be a good big brother since he promised me that the two of you wouldn’t forget about me.”

“We could never forget about our first boy.” You replied while squishing his cheeks and making him laugh.

He reached down to touch your belly and rubbed it while talking to it.

“Baby brother, this is your big brother, Ax, and I promise that we’re going to be the best of friends. I’ll teach you how to play soccer and to be a good brother to our sisters. We have to protect them and protect mommy too, because that’s what daddy taught me.”

“I already know that the two of you will be inseparable.” You told Axel while hugging him.

“Can I have some cake now? It’s not every day that you become a big brother again.”

Both you and Jack laughed before cutting him a big slice and placing it in front of him.

Since Axel was focused on eating his cake, Jack took this opportunity to lean down to whisper in your ear before kissing your temple.

“I told you it would be fine.”

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pix3lplays · 8 months

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When the Hsr boys get drunk and say something really embarrassing that everyone at the the table filmed. (Including gf! reader bc how could she not?) The boy's reaction to seeing it the next day! (I was thinking of new treats...)

(Star Fries!)

⭐️🍟⭐️

Oh my gosh that’s so funny let’s do it.

yesss, Star fries!! ⭐️🍟⭐️

-Honkai star rail men get drunk, sees the recording the next day-

Jing Yuan: he’d just…pinch the bridge of his nose and look away while you excitedly show him a video about him crying over the fact that he cheated on you with a bird. (You remember that bird that kissed him?? That’s the bird he was talking about haha). He’s so embarrassed, but he can’t let that show too much…

Luka: Luka’s a blushing mess, watching a video of him proposing to you with an onion ring while completely drunk…yeah he’s just super embarrassed, begs you to delete that, but how could you?? It’s So Funny!!

Gepard Landau: facepalms as he watches a video of himself singing the Belobog national anthem at the top of his lungs in the middle of a restaurant. Apparently he gets patriotic when he’s drunk haha. You thought it was funny. He didn’t, haha.

Luocha: Luocha stares in horror as he watches a video of himself begging you to break up with him because he was “too handsome”. You didn’t realize Luocha was so…prideful haha. Anyways, safe to say that you keep the video as blackmail, just for a little while…

Dan Heng: Dan Heng’s expression remains cold and unfeeling as he watches a video of himself sobbing over his food being “too good”. You thought it was cute and funny…you’d never seen Dan Heng get that emotional. Apparently he only showed his emotional side when drunk, go figure.

Sampo Koski: oh my gosh the worst kind of drunk. It’s like Sampo Koski x 100. NOBODY needs Sampo Koski x 100. He just laughs it off when you show him a video of him drunkenly flirting with you at the table, asking if you were single. When you said no, he cried. Then he proceeded to just. Get up and leave. It was So Funny oh my gosh.

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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 1 year

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Mr. Munson

Pairings: Older! Eddie Munson x younger fem!reader

Summary: You made a new friend at work, and she invites you over to spend the weekend with her. Her father takes a liking to you, and you find yourself giving him a helping hand late one night.

Warnings Eddie is in his 40s. The reader is in her 20s. Unprotected sex. Back riding (Is that a thing? idk I'm needy)

Not proof read ignore any mistakes

18+ minors do not enter.

Eddie and his daughter have always been close it was just the two of them since she was just a few days old. Her mother, who was also his fiancé decided to pack up in the middle of the night and leave them. There was no explanation why or how to fix things. He tried being the best dad he could for Chelsea. He worked hard, and sometimes he'd even have to bring her with him some days.

Eddie was determined to give his daughter a struggle free life. He was going to become successful no matter what he had to do to get there. Eventually, he did get there when he opened up a mechanic shop in town. Then, eventually, his own record store as well. He became an entrepreneur and made his own schedule.

His daughter never missed out on anything except having a mother in her life. That's one thing Eddie just couldn't succeed in. He tried dating around and having girlfriends. Only bringing them around his baby girl when he felt like it was getting serious. Just his luck, though they never stuck around too, long.

After a while, he gave up only doing casual dating and a hook ups here and there. Eddie being single meant him and his daughter grew a bond he wished others got to have. She was funny and sarcastic, just like him. They both had a twisted sense of humor, so some people got offended when they would hear them go back and forth.

Eddie wouldn't trade it for the world, though. This is why he also has trouble letting her go. He insisted she still live with him while going to college and working. Using the excuse that she should save up her money and move out when she's financially stable. When Chelsea finally got a new job in town and made a friend just a few years older, he didn't think anything of it until when he finally met you.

"Hey, dad, can my friend from work spend the night? " Chelsea asked as she was tossing her bag on the couch.

"You know you're an adult. You don't have to ask permission?" He said, not looking up as he was preparing them dinner. "Yeah, I know, but it's still polite to ask." He smirks when he hears her sarcastic tone while entering the kitchen.

"When is she coming over?"

"This weekend after she gets out of class."

Nodding his head and tossing the knife he used to chop onions in the sink. "That's fine, no boys, though." his daughter rolls her eyes at him. Even though she's an adult, now he's still weary of men in her life. He can be a tad bit over protective, but his heart is in the right place.

That weekend, after you got out of class, you practically ran to your friends car. You can't remember the last time you were this excited for a sleepover. You felt like a teenager all over again. Tossing your bags in the back seat, you jump in, squealing with excitement.

"I can't wait to just have a girls' weekend. I'm so sick of college, " you sigh, throwing your head back into the seat.

Chelsea just laughed at you turning the radio up a little bit. Sleeping with sirens plays softly through the speakers as you both ride through the neighborhood with the windows down. "Hey, my dad will probably be home, but don't worry, he's not like weird or anything. He's cool." Chelsea said over the music playing. Looking over at her, you nod your okay and go back to listening to the music.

Arriving to the Munson residents, you notice a few motorcycles parked in the driveway and a muscle car next to them. Honestly, from what Chelsea has said about her dad, you'd never guess he'd live out in this preppy suburban neighborhood.

They lived in one of those big mcmansions with fountain in the front yard. You felt a little out of place now being here. Chelsea always told you her dad made good money and made sure she had a better life than he did. He spoiled her rotten, and she wasn't afraid to admit it. You never grew up like she did. It was just you and your mom.

Your friend nudges you from your thoughts and pulls you through the front door. Kicking your shoes off to the side. Taking a look around your surroundings, you notice tons of pictures on the walls. Some of just Chelsea as a baby with a curly haired man. You assume that's her dad since he's in almost all of her baby pictures. There were some of him playing with a band on stage, too. He looked like such a fun and energetic guy. You can see why Chelsea loved him so much and always said what a great dad he was to her.

"Dad, are you home?" Chelsea yells in the foyer walking towards the kitchen.

"I'm in here sweet pea" He called back to her.

She motions for you to follow her, and your heart begins to race a little. "Dad this is my friend from work." She said introducing you.

He looks up from his magazine and stares for a moment too long. He licks his lips and extends his arm, going in for a handshake.

"Nice to meet you, sweetheart." He said, looking deeply into your eyes.

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Munson" you say clearing you throat.

You don't know what it was, but something about the way he's looking at you made you feel funny. Funny in a good way like butterflies in your stomach. After removing your hand from his and introducing yourself, his eyes never once left you. Chelsea finally spoke up, telling you two would be going to her room now. Giving an okay and eyes still lingering on you, taking in every curve on your body, waved you both a goodbye.

"Well, that was not as awkward as I thought it was gonna be" Chelsea said flopping back on her bed.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I don't usually bring friends over often," Chelsea confessed to you.

Eddie had left his magazine behind and headed upstairs, wanting to ask you guys if takeout is alright for dinner. He was really just using it as an excuse to get another look at you, though. He stopped at the door and listened to your conversation. He felt bad for it he had never eavesdropped on his daughter before. He just wanted to hear if maybe you were talking about him.

"If I'm being honest, I think my dad likes you," he heard his daughters muffled voice through the door.

"What makes you think that?" You laugh awkwardly.

"Oh, please, I saw how he was looking at you.

Oh my god, I just had a thought. What if you became my stepmom?" Chelsea kept going on and on.

You look at her with a shocked expression, shaking your head at her being ridiculous.

"I'm like, almost your age chells." You told her trying to act like you didn't want that.

"No listen, that would be so cool you being my stop mom. I've never had one before, and you're my best friend it's a win-win situation." She said, her voice perking up more.

"Yeah, until I like have to bang him"

"Oh please, so what l mean yeah, it would be a little awko taco at first, but I'll get over it. Besides, he needs to get some," she said, laughing at her own joke.

"Chelsea, I really don't want to talk about me banging your dad with you," you told her, hoping to change the conversation.

Eddie slowly backs away from the door and sneaks back downstairs. He wasn't offended by what his daughter was saying. That was her sense of humor, and he loved it.

Later that night, you try to sneak downstairs for a glass of water. Going to open the cabinet, the kitchen light suddenly cuts on, causing you to jump. Turning around quickly to see who's behind you, you see him. He's standing with arms crossed over his bare tattooed chest. Leaning against the wall, he's giving you that look again.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Munson if I woke you."

He doesn't say anything back he's just staring at you with a smirk slowly creeping up on his face.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I was already awake. I'm having some back pain." He finally spoke up.

He moves away from the wall and slowly makes his way to stand in front of you."Do I make you nervous?" He whispers in your ear. Moving to look back at your face, you don't say anything. You just nod your head, yes, which earns you a soft chuckle from the older man. He rubs his scruffy beard and backs away to sit at the counter.

"There is nothing to be nervous about."

You still don't move from the place you've been standing in. You finally speak up trying to ease the tension in the room.

"Why is your back hurting? Did you pull something?"

He looks up at you with a smile. He jesters for you to get closer to him. "Can you help me with something?"

"Sure." You say as he grabs your hand, gently leading you down a dark hallway. He opens his door and motions for you to enter first.

Noticing this is his bedroom, you turn quickly to face him. He told his hands up, showing you he means no harm. "I was just wondering if you could rub my back is all." He said, sitting at the edge of his king-sized bed.

"Um, okay, what do you want me to do?" You aks him nervously.

He gets up and gets some massage oil from his large black dresser. He tosses it to you and goes to lay on his stomach. You move slowly and sit on the side of his bed, almost hanging off. "It would be better if you kinda straddle my back," nodding okay. You move to straddle his back, cursing yourself for wearing a night gown.

"Squirt some oil all over my back and pay close attention to my shoulders, sweetheart"

You pour a little too much of the oil on his back and begin to knead his tense muscles. Eddie, let's out low groan and shifts slightly, making his back put some added pressure on your clothed cunt. You continue kneading his shoulders and in between his shoulder blades.

Eddie moans loud at your skilled fingers, easing his tense muscles. His back is so slippery from the oil that it's hard to steady yourself on him without sliding around. The more you move around on him, the more your aching cunt begs for more. The way he's moaning is going right to your core, and you're thankful he won't notice the wet patch on your panties.

He lifts his hips and flexes his muscles underneath you. You bite your lip to stifle a moan at the friction. "You okay back there?" his voice makes you jump. "Im okay," you say a little too quickly. He smiles to himself, knowing exactly what's going on back there. He speaks up again,

"Take your panties off" he says with his low husky voice.

"What? Um, I don't think -" You try to argue, but he cuts you off. "Take them off and take care of yourself while you take care of me,"

He commands while reaching back and patting your thigh. You do as you're told and remove them, lowering your core against him. "Put more oil down, sweetheart, so you can glide around." He bites his lip, and you begin to pour more oil down his back.

The feeling makes him groan louder, and he jerks his hips back against you, causing you to whimper. Your needy pussy is practically crying out for you to grind on him. Spreading your legs a little wider so you can be closer to him. You begin to slowly move your hips in a circular motion on his back. Grinding yourself on him giving your aching pussy exactly what it needs.

Your breathing is becoming shallow, and you start moving back and forth against him a little harder. He shifts ever so slightly while you grind yourself on him, causing more friction on your pussy. Throwing your head back, you let out a loud moan while you use his back to get you off.

You begin to rock and back forth faster the wet slick noise of your wet pussy and oil mixing together makes Eddie's cock painfully hard. He can feel your thighs flex and squeeze at his sides. He can tell you're getting close. "Come on baby, use me, go faster."

"That's a good girl." You move to lean back and rest your hands on his ass. Grinding down harder on him, you feel a tightness in your core beginning to build.

"Mmmm, I'm gonna getting close, Mr. Munson" You moan out, voice sounding so needy.

"That's okay baby come on me. let your pussy soak my back" You move to lean forward gripping his shoulders as you grind down on him. You can feel it building up more, and you're getting closer to your release. You begin to practically bounce on him until your legs start to shake and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You bend forward, pressing your fourhead to the back of his neck crying out for him. You try to continue grinding on him to help ride out your orgasm. "Fuuuuck, I'm coming." You say finally collapsing and rolling off him. Your clit is pulsing at the intensity of your orgasm.

Eddie turns over to check on you and taps your cheek lightly with the palm of his hand. "You with me, baby?" Your eyes slowly open, and you look him in the eyes. He smiles down at you and shifts up on his knees. He starts to take off his sweat pants, stopping for a moment. "Is this okay? "Do you want to continue?" He asks you with genuine concern.

"Please fuck me I need you." Biting your lower lip.

He grins wide and grips his thick cock in his hands. You move to sit up a bit and remove your night gown, licking your lips when you see drops of precum leaking from his angry pink tip. You lay back down, and Eddie moves to position himself between your legs. He rubs the head of his cock at your tight entrance and curses under his breath.

He slowly sinks himself inside you inch by inch slowly spreading you open around him. Both of you throw your heads back, letting out a soft groan. "Fuck" He whispers to himself. Moving, he leans over you, hooking your leg over his arm while the other is his around his waist. He starts pulling in and out of you painfully slow. You move your head to the side, and Eddie takes the opportunity to attack the soft flesh on your throat.

He starts thrusting into you faster, making your tits bounce in his face. He bends down, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth sucking hard. He bites down a little, making you scream out. His cock is pumping into you so hard and you swear you've never felt this full before in your life. Looking you down you try to see him fucking into you.

"Does my girl wanna watch herself get fucked?" He said in your ear before nipping at it.

"Yes, please,"

He laughs, and let's go of your leg moving to kneel on the bed. He takes the back of your head and holds it steady so you can watch his cock spread your pussy open. "You like that, huh?" All you could do was moan in response. Eddie begins fucking you hard and you swear you can see his cock buldge in your stomach. That tight feeling in your core is returning, and you know you won't last much longer.

"Please make me come again. I'm so close. Please, Mr. Muson"

He moves his hand from your head to play with your clit. He rubs your sensitive bud in tight circles until you start squirming under him.

"You're so wet and so fucking tight" He said clenching his teeth.

He begins to rub your clit faster and your pussy clenches around him. Eddie throws his head back at the feeling of you around him. He doesn't stop playing with your bundle of nerves between your legs until it has you shaking beneath him. Your second orgasm washes over you so intensely that you claw at his back.

Eddie can feel himself getting closer, too, with every stroke of his cock. The bed squeaking, and the sound of your wet pussy being fucked is the only thing filling your ears. You can feel Eddie's cock twitch inside of you and with a few more powerful strokes he's spilling his cum all inside your velvety walls. He let's out a long, loud moan. you have never before heard a man be this vocal before.

He stills for a moment, catching his breath and slowly pulls out of your sore pussy making his cum leak out. He rolls over onto his back and lets out a breathy laugh rubbing his face. You look over at him, wondering what was so funny.

"Fuck I haven't came that hard in so long." He confessed breaking the silence.

"Me either." You agreed.

He moves and grabs your face, gently giving you a soft and gentle kiss to the lips.

"Does your back feel better, at least? " You asked him shyly.

"Oh sweetheart, my back feels like a million bucks, sweetheart."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #older!eddie #my writing

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sunshinejinx · 6 months

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i finished watching buffy for the first time this week and it’s been a wild ride but something i feel genuinely surprised about is this idea that ppl have where spike falls into the dark, brooding, bad guy turned good trope. comparing him to the likes of draco, kylo ren, etc. it makes me rlly???? bc am i delusional? from season 2 onwards, spike always felt very funny to me; silly, goofy, light hearted. i mean he has a whole backstory about being a momma’s boy/terrible poet. effulgent!!! blooming onion lover?? a loser and malewife first for dru and later for buffy. even peak “evil” spike doesn’t want to go along w dru/angelus’ plan bc he likes this world too much!! n that’s long before he even has a soul! has moments where he can barely look buffy in the eye, gets tongue tied, “why haven’t you killed the slayer yet” good question adam!! maybe bc he loves the slayer!! get’s chained to a tub and let’s buffy feed him blood out of a ‘kiss the librarian’ mug. “great pumpkin’s on in 20” & can’t forget about passions!! asking joyce for the lil marshmallows for his hot cocoa while he tells her all about how dru broke his fragile little heart 😭 and and when he gets turned into a vampire so of course immediately his first thought is to travel the world w his lover + can’t forget about his mommy like !!! hello!!! are we watching the same show like he’s just a freaky little loser who luvs a girl bc duh who tf wouldn’t love buffy, she’s literally everything and he knows it too!

#im not trying to baby girl-ify him or w/e #or absolve him of all the bad he’s done #(which i think makes him an intriguing character - how he’s big and bad and dangerous and morally grey!!)#morally grey characters / nuanced characters are everything to me #im just saying he was so funny and a breath of fresh air sometimes #and so unserious #i never felt like he fit into a singular box/trope #btvs #spike #luci.txt

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mehilaiselokuva · 9 months

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Finnish meme words you see often

I am so sorry you need to see this. But I see many of you learning through memes and want to help you out! If you have a meme concept/sentence you want me to translate, feel free to ask! Also I have no idea why it's not letting me edit the text to make it evenly spaced rn!

ONOMATOPOEIA ECT.

mjäy miu mau miuku mauku ect. - *meowing* lirp lörp hörp maisk ryyps ect. - *drinking* lits läts - *sploshing* öyh + rääh - (both literal sounds) vinksin vonksin - (things not being the way they're supposed to be (humorous)) krooh pyyh/mimimi - *sleeping* yhyy nyyh byääh ect. - *crying* nams mums namskista ect.- *eating* öö nuuh - *sniffing*

NOUNS & ADJECTIVES haloo - hello? (phone) kiva pikku... - a nice little... hupsu - silly hassu - funny mälli - cum

(humorous names for sexual organs include pimpero, pimppi, pimpsa (vagina) and jorma, gigels, pippeli (penis)) hörppiä - to slurp sörkkiä - to poke around haista vittu *insert meme* - fuck you *insert meme* vitut *insert meme* - fuck it *insert meme* mötikkä - lump kreisi - crazy (english loan, often used sarcastically)

spurdo spärde - (too niche to explain shortly, a genre of specific Finnish memes) sibul - (funny form of sipuli, onion)

jonnet ei muista - "the youngins don't remember (this)" (Jonne being that one stereotypical name for a young boy, even though these days the name used is often Veeti)

FREQUENT WORD ADD-ONS AND ENDINGS -uli - (diminutive) -tella - (the act of pretending or acting as something) -uttaa - (causative)

#finnish #langblr #langblog #language #learning #puhekieli #suomitumblr #suomen kieli #finnish language #suomipaskaa

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 2 years

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Something random that came to mind this morning on the way to work and to tide you guys over until I can post some asks/stories:

Twisted Wonderland Monster!AU: "What the fluff?!" Challenge

You know the challenge. The trend where pet owners stood inside a doorway with a large sheet while their pet watches, and on throwing it up and rushing to hide behind the door or in a hallway they record their pets reactions. Quite silly and adorable, but still good fun to see the confusion on their faces before they find the owner and show their relief!

Now...imagine Yuu doing this to the monster boys. >v>

They have to play their cards right though, as if they do it to too many people before they can prank everyone then it'll ruin the surprise! So they have to be sneaky with who they try the prank on first. Namely...

The first years.

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"What's with the sheet, Yuu?" Deuce asked, pointing to the white blanket that the human was carrying under their arm.

"It's a surprise," came the response, standing in the doorway leading to the hallway. "I've got a trick I want to show you guys. A little...human magic."

"Huh? But...didn't you say that humans in your world can't use magic?" Epel asked in confusion, tilting his head.

"Yeah, what's the big deal, hench-human?" Grim asked.

"They can't...at least, not the kind of magic you guys use! This is special human-grade magic~!"

"Human-grade magic?" Jack repeated. "Is it like the magic humans used in the past?"

Sebek huffed as he said, "Surely this magic cannot begin to compare to even the greatness of Malleus himself?"

"Well, maybe not," they responded, knowing that the basilisk would get agitated if they tried messing with him. "But it's still a neat trick! Wanna see?"

"Sure, why not? It's better than dealing with homework right now," Ace said, stretching out his arms and wings before sitting down on Deuce's back as the centaur huffed. "Show us what you got!"

The first years watched as Yuu unfurled the sheet, holding it up so they could see it bunch up at their feet--just enough to cover them if they held it up the whole way. They raised and lowered it a few times, making sure that everyone's eyes were on them. Then, they threw the sheet up, obscuring them from view before it fell--and Yuu was gone.

"Fygah! They're gone!" Grim screeched in panic.

"Wha-?! Yuu!?" Deuce yelped, Ace falling off with a yelp as he and Epel rushed over. "Yuu! Where did you go?"

"Yuu? Yuu!!" Epel called out, peeking out into the hallway. "They're gone!"

"What?!" Jack gasped.

"Impossible!" Sebek shouted, rushing over with the others to see for himself. "I-it's true! They've vanished!"

The first years rushed around the hallway, searching high and low for any trace of the missing human but coming up empty. Not even Jack could pick up their scent, mentioning that there was a disturbing smell in the air (which Epel confirmed was the smell of onions, much to the fu dog's disgust).

"Okay, Yuu, you can come out now," Ace said, smiling despite the anxious flutter of his wings. "You got us good. This isn't funny anymore!"

There was no response. Then...

"Hee-hee-hee~! What's wrong, fellas?" one of the ghosts asked, the others appearing around them with mischievous grins. "Did you lose something?"

"We can't find Yuu!" Grim said, looking ready to tear up.

"Aww, well then, maybe you should look at things from another perspective," another ghost said.

"Yeah. Perhaps the eyes of a mouse," the third ghost said, the others giggling knowingly.

"The eyes...of a mouse?" Epel repeated. "What do you mean?"

"Take another look around and you'll see~!" They cackled as they disappeared, leaving the first years to look at each other in confusion.

Grim sighed as he leaned against the wall, grumbling, "Man...how are we supposed to find Yuu when they vanished into thin air?"

"...uh...Grim? Has that small door always been there?" Deuce asked.

"Eh?" Peering behind him, Grim blinked at the sight of the door he was leaning against. It was almost perfectly blended in with the wallpaper, easily overlooked on first glance. "Whoa! Where did that come from?!"

Curious, Epel leaned in to press his ear against the door. Then, he knocked:

Tok tok-tok tok tok...

Thump-thump!

"Whoa!" he and Grim yelped as they jumped away, muffled laughter from behind the door erupting before it finally opened to reveal Yuu hidden in the storage space.

"Gotcha!" Yuu said, laughing at their expressions as they climbed out. "Took you guys long enough, huh?"

"What even was that?! We were looking everywhere for you!" Ace said, looking gobsmacked. "Seriously! That wasn't magic at all!"

Snickering, Yuu said, "That? Was the 'what the fluff' challenge."

Silence. Then-

"Challenge?!" the first years shouted.

"Yup! And the ghosts got it all on camera," Yuu said, pointing at the ghosts who waved as one held up their phone. "Say hi to Magicam~!"

Despite the initial scare and confusion, the first years soon began to get curious about this challenge and wanted to see how the upperclassmen would react to this "human-brand magic".

Oh the wonderful shenanigans Yuu will find themselves in should they introduce memes to the monster boys~! 😂

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmer #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #twisted wonderland grim #twst grim

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layce2015 · 10 months

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Folsom Prison Blues

Masterlist

ARKANSAS MUSEUM OF ANTHROPOLOGY

*3rd Person POV*

Sam and Dean walk in through the door, as Dean holds a map and a flashlight and Sam holds just a flashlight. Dean looks at the map. "This way." He said and they walk down the hallway. "I hate this plan, Dean." Sam mutters. "Yeah, I got that the first ten times I heard it." Dean remarked.

They turn a corner, walking side by side, and passed a motion sensor on the wall at mid-calf height. The light on the motion sensor turns red as they keep walking.

Sam undoes the lock on a glass exhibition case and carefully takes a decorated axe from the case. Dean was holding a hooked dagger from another case. Sam turns the axe around in his hands when he hears a noise and looks up. Dean looks back at Sam, who inclines his head and they put down the weapons and leave.

They leave the room and walk quickly towards the exit but when they turn a corner, they are met by two policemen. "Freeze!" One cop said and the boys turn back the other way, but two more policemen block their path. "Don’t move!" ordered the second officer said and they go down the last hallway open to them, but there is yet another pair of cops standing there.

"I said freeze!"

"Hold it right there!"

"Put your hands on you heads! Get down on your knees! Now!"

As the cops yell at them, Sam and Dean comply, kneeling down. Two of the cops walk closer and handcuff them. Dean smiles, slightly, and looks at Sam, who doesn’t look as pleased and heaves a worried sigh.

Later, Sam was standing in front of a mug shot board holding a sign that says:

81A3826

LITTLE ROCK

CITY POLICE

LITTLE ROCK AR.

He reaches about 6’5 on the board. "Front." The photographer said and the camera clicks. "To the right." He said and Sam goes to face his right, looking broody.

Sometime later, Dean, grinning from ear to ear, was standing where Sam was, holding a similar sign. He reaches just under 6’3. "I call this one the Blue Steel." Dean said and he purses his lips, arches his right eyebrow, and mugs for the camera. "Yeah, that’s right." The photographer said as he takes Dean's picture.

"To the right." He said and Dean faces the right and he takes his picture. "All right, back to the lineup." The photographer said. "Wait, who looks better, me or Nick Nolte?" Dean asked him, curiously. "Shut up." The photographer growled.

Later, in an interrogation room, Dean was sitting in a chair when a door opens and two men enter. One of them is Agent Henriksen. "Well, it’s about time. I’ll have a cheeseburger. Extra onions." Dean said. Henriksen smiles at the other cop and the other cop smirks "You think you’re funny." He said, questionable.

"I think I’m adorable." Dean replies and smiles widely. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Dean." Henriksen said. On hearing this, Dean's smile freezes. "I’m Special Agent Victor Henriksen. This is my partner, Special Agent Reidy." Henriksen said as Dean smiles, still, but has a look of worry.

"Henriksen? Not the Milwaukee agent Henriksen?" Dean asked and Henriksen smiles. "Live and in person." He said and Dean gives a short laugh. Henriksen pulls out a picture of Dean looking over his shoulder. "Oh, nice shot." He said as he tosses the picture onto the table. "You can hang that up in your cell at Super Max."

"All right, maybe we can just forget the cheeseburger, huh?" Dean said to him. "Oh, yeah. Keep that game face on. Try and cover how up cornered you are." Henriksen then he turns to to Reidy. "Read him the charges." He said. "Well, we got mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecration..." Reidy reads.

"Skip to the good ones." Henriksen said. "Armed robbery, kidnapping and, oh, three counts of first-degree murder." Reidy said. "And after Milwaukee, your brother is now a suspect in a murder case himself. And then there's (y/n)..." he said and Dean raises an eyebrow his way. "...oh yes, she's a suspect too...I'm surprised she wasn't with you two tonight. Maybe she actually has a brain." Henriksen said and Dean continues to smirk but his jaw clenches on anger.

"So...you wanna tell us where (y/n) is?" Henriksen asked Dean, who shrugs. "I don't know. She left us a few weeks ago. Could be anywhere." Dean said, feigning ignorance, and Henriksen stares at Dean and let's out a small snort of laughter. "Well, we'll find her. For now...I’d say for you and your brother, screwed to hell is a major understatement." Henriksen said.

"Well, where there’s life there’s hope, huh?" Dean jokes and Henriksen makes a noise of assent. "See? That’s what I kept thinking as I was searching for your asses all over hell and gone." He said and he leans forward on the table, speaking softly.

"Your dad taught you well. The way you cover your tracks and after Milwaukee the way you...." He whistles and moves his hand to the side, mimicking disappearing. "...vanished." he said and Dean laughs softly. "Near went nuts trying to find you. Ask him." Henriksen said as he nods towards Reidy.

"He near went nuts." Reidy said to Dean, deadpanned. "And after all of that, you get tripped up on a motion detector. Pretty rookie move. Gotta say I was…surprised." Henriksen said and Dean smiles again.

Suddenly, the door beside Dean opens. He looks over at it, as does Henriksen and Reidy and in walks a woman, wearing a suit. "Dean Winchester?" She asked. "In the flesh." Dean replied.

"And you are?" Henriksen asked. "Mara Daniels, Public Defender’s office." She said then and shakes hands with Dean. "I’ve been assigned you and your brother’s case." She said to Dean rhen looks over at Henriksen.

"Are you Henriksen?" She asked. "Yeah, and we’re not quite done here." Henriksen said, a bit in a rude tone. "Ah, yeah. You are. And if you don’t mind, I would like to meet with my clients. Privately." Mara said then Dean raises his eyebrows and smiles at Henriksen.

Later, Sam and Dean were sitting in the same interrogation room with Mara as she opens her suitcase. "Unfortunately your arraignment on the breaking and entering charge won’t be until Tuesday." She said. "And they’ll keep us in the county jail?" Dean asked her. "That’s right." She said.

"Green River County Detention Center?" Sam asked. "Yes. And considering the charges you’re facing, no judge in his right mind is going to grant you bail." She said and Sam scoffs. "Yeah, we figured that." Dean said. "Extradition papers have already been filed from five separate states, Missouri and Wisconsin being the biggest concern – the bank robbery and the murder raps." She informs.

"How long can we stall extradition?" Sam asked her. "A week. Maybe less." Mara replied, shrugging, and Dean nods while Sam raises his eyebrows at his brother.

The next day at the Detention Center, the prisoners get out of the rear of the bus, along with Sam and Dean as they hold the chains attached to their wrist and ankles. "All right, let’s go. Watch your step. Come on, keep moving." A guard yelled at them.

The prisoners walk past the front of the bus in a line and along the rec yard while Prisoners line up against the fence and catcall at the new convicts. One of them points at Sam. "You’re mine, baby!" He yells while Sam looks uncomfortable. "Don’t worry, Sam. I promise I won’t trade you for smokes." Dean said.

The new prisoners, flanked by two guards and each carrying blankets and a roll of toilet paper, walk down the hallway in a line. One of the guards unlocks a cell door and the first prisoner in line and Dean enter the cell. "I call top bunk!" Dean said. His roommate scoffs and places his things on the top bunk.

"Okay." Dean mutters as he turns and watches Sam walk into the cell across the hallway from his. Sam nods to his very large roommate, who stands slowly and glares at him. Sam’s eyes widen, swallows, and turns around. The cell doors close on him and Dean as they stare at each other.

Later, at a cell block hallway, the prisoners are lined up to be frisked by a guard, and scanned with a metal-detecting rod by another. Dean and Sam are well down the line. "My roommate doesn't say much – how's yours?" Dean asked in a low voice to Sam, who was standing behind him. "Just keeps staring at me...in a way that makes me...really uneasy." Sam replied.

"It sounds like you're making new friends." Dean jokes. "Dean. This is, without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we've ever done. And that's in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy." Sam said. "Calm down. It's all part of the plan." Dean assures.

"Oh really? So Henriksen showing up was part of the plan?" Sam asked him. "Yeah, that guy moves a little faster than I thought. Look, all we gotta do is find this ghost, put the sucker down...then grab ourselves a couple of teardrop tattoos." Dean said. "That's not funny. Dean, what about this escape plan? It –" Sam started to say but Dean talks over him.

"It's 100 percent sure. I wouldn't have gone if it wasn't. I mean, come on, man, this place has all the signs of a haunting. Innocent people are dead. Four so far." Dean said and Sam laugs sarcastically. "Yeah, innocent."

"You from Texas all of a sudden? Just because these people are in jail, doesn't mean they deserve to die. If we don't stop this thing, people are going to continue to die. We do this job wherever it takes us." Dean said. "Look, Dean, just be straight with me, all right? You're doing this for Deacon." Sam said. "Damn right." Dean replied.

"Well, you barely even know the guy." Sam said. "We know he was in the Corps with Dad. We know he saved Dad's life and he's saved (father's name) a few times as well. (Y/n) said we can trust him and we know we owe him." Dean said.

"But don't you think he's asking a little much?" Sam asked. "It doesn't matter. We may not be saints, but we're loyal and we pay our debts. Now, that means something to me, and it ought to you. I'm not thrilled about this either, man, but Deacon asked us to hunt this thing down, and that's exactly what we're going to do." Dean said to him.

"I hope (y/n) is okay." Sam mutters and Dean swallows. In all honesty, Dean was worried about her too, especially now the Henriksen was in town. But he had complete faith in (y/n) as she was pretty good and covering her tracks and making up disguise when she needed them. "I'm sure she is. She's smart and she knows what to do." Dean said and Sam nods.

At lunchtime, Sam was looking at spaghetti on his fork and sniffing at it disdainfull as he and Dean eat at a table. "You know, this chicken isn't half bad." Dean said. "Great." Sam grumbles as he puts down his fork and slides his plate towards Dean. "Finish mine. All right, so let's go back over this, Dean." Sam said as Dean stabs Sa.’s chicken with a fork and moves it to his own plate.

"Spirit suspect number one is Mark Moody, right?" Sam asked. "Yeah, psycho killer extraordinaire – Satanism, ritual murderer, died in jail." Dean said. "You sure it's him?" Sam asked. "Pretty sure." Dean said.

"Dean, considering our circumstances, I'm gonna need a little bit better than pretty sure." Sam said. "Really pretty sure. Moody died of a heart attack, which is what all the victims in here are dying of. He died in the old cell block, which they closed after he croaked, 30 years ago. They just opened that back up. That's when the killings started." Dean said.

"So you think his spirit was released somehow?" Sam asked. "Mm-hmm." Dean hums. "But what if he was already cremated?" Sam asked. "I'm guessing there's something in the old block that's keeping him around. And whatever it is, we got to find it. And, uh, you know the rest." Dean said as he puts down his fork.

"I'm done." He said and he gets up and walks away, Sam following. But then Sam bumps heavily into a tattooed prisoner. "Sorry. I –" Sam started to say but the prisoner interrupts him. "Watch where you're going." He growls.

"Yeah. Sure. I just –" Sam started to say until Dean walks over to the tattooed prisoner. "He said he was sorry." Dean said, roughly. "Dean..." Sam said, exasperated. "You talking to me?" The prisoner asked and Dean stares at him. "Are you talking to me?" The prisoner asked again and Dean rolls his eyes, slightly.

"Great, another guy who's seen Taxi Driver too many times." Dean mutters before he turns to the prisoner. "Yeah, I'm talking to you. Trust me. Let it go." Dean said to the prisoner then he walks away and Dean turns to Sam.

"Dean, come on." Sam said. "See, that's how you got to talk to these guys." Dean said then he winks. "Instant respect." He said while the Prisoner was talking to a very large prisoner, who is sitting at a table nearby. The Large Prisoner gets up.

"You were saying?" Sam said as he nods and Dean turns to see the large prisoner following the tattooed prisoner towards him as other prisoners look on. "Oh, great." Dean mutters as the tattooed prisoner throws a punch at Dean. But Dean catches him and holds him from behind.

"We can end this right now – no harm, no foul." He said but the tattooed prisoner breaks Dean’s hold. Dean grabs him again and slams him against a wall. The Tattooed prisoner steps on Dean’s foot. Dean steps back and kicks the prisoner in the groin and then sends him flying backwards to the ground with another kick.

"That's enough!" A warden yells as he and a guard walk up. "On your feet, Lucas." The warden ordered and the tattooed prisoner gets up. "Yes, sir, boss." He said and he gets up while the warden takes out his baton and holds it under Dean’s chin.

"What's your name?" He asked. "Winchester." Dean replied. "Well, Winchester...not a good start." The warden said then there was a long pause before the warden speaks. "Solitary. You too, Lucas." He said and the Guards grab Lucas and Dean. "Yes, sir." Lucas said while Dean looks over the shoulder of the guard holding him and escorting him out. "Are we having fun yet, huh?" He asked as he was escorted out.

The Large prisoner points at Sam, then makes a slicing motion across his neck and Sam sighs.

"I wish I had a baseball." Dean said as he sits in a cell, leaning agains a wall. Lucas looks through the small window-slit in the door of his cell, across the hallway from Dean’s cell. "What? What'd you say?" He asked. "I said, I wish I had a baseball." Dean said as he moves so he can look through his own window-slit.

"You know, like...Steve McQueen." He said. "Yeah? Well, I wish I had a bat -- so I could bash your frickin’ head in." Lucas growls. "Okay." Dean mutters as he goes back to leaning against the wall. "Well, so much for the bonding in solitary moment." Dean mutters.

Suddenly, the lights flicker and Dean’s breath becomes visible. "Oh, crap." He mutters and he looks through the cellroom slit and sees a clock in the hallway, which reads 8:30. The second hand is just past the 4 and is not moving. The lights begin to flicker with a static-y sound.

"Lucas, listen to me. Stay very still." Dean said as Lucas looks through his window-slit. There was a whooshing sound and two narrowed eyes look back at him, framed in the slit. Lucas gasps and backs up in alarm.

A hand grabs him from behind and turns his face around. Lucas grimaces, then screams, as dark veins pop out and spread across his face. Dean looks though his own narrow slit, though he can’t see what is happening in Lucas’s cell he can hear it.

Meanwhile, Sam and another Prisoner were mopping up the floors when Sam turns to him. "How you doing?" Sam asked. "I'm 54 years old, mopping the floor of a crapper with bars on the windows. How you think I'm doing?" The prisoner grumbles.

"All right. Bad icebreaker. I'm Sam." Sam introduced. "Randall." The prisoner said. "Nice to meet y– Randall. Hey, weren't you there the night that guard died?" Sam asked him. "Yeah." Randall replied.

"Well, what happened?" Sam asked him. "They say the stress of the job got him." Randall replied. "Yeah? What do you say?" Sam asked.

"Why are you inside, kid?" Randall asked him, suspiciously. "'Cause I got an idiot for a brother." Sam said, laughing. "That'll do it." Randall said. "Yeah." Sam mutters.

"Well, this place ain't so bad. Compared to the old cellblock, this is the damn Hilton." Randall said. "You spent time in the old block?" Sam asked him. "Oh, yeah, I was a regular customer." Randall said.

"Didn't they have Mark Moody over there for a while?" asked Sam. "He was there. Yeah I was there, too, the night that lunatic bought it." Randall said. "Yeah? It was a heart attack, right?" Sam said. "Sure, his heart stopped right after the guard stopped using his head for batting practice. The next morning, I was in his cell, mopping up the blood. What a mess." replied Randall.

"Wait. So he – he was beaten and – and nobody reported it?" Sam asked. "You kept your mouth shut, unless you wanted to die from the same heart attack, you know?" Randall said. "Randall, exactly how much blood was there?" Sam asked, curiously.

Later, Dean was playing cards with a Prisoner at an outdoor table. "Call." Dean said. "Three aces." The prisoner said. "That's a bad beat. That is a bad beat..." Dean said and the prisoner picks up the cigarettes that are on the table between them. Sam was standing nearby watching the game.

"...but, see, I'm full...3s over aces." Dean said and the prisoner drops the cigarettes, slams his hand down on the table and stands up. "Ha ha ha, sorry. Hey, it's a cruel game, my friend." Dean laughs as he spreads his arms. The prisoner flings down his cards and walks off. "Sorry, guys." Dean said to them.

Sam then sits down across from Dean as Dean gathers the cigarettes he won. "It's like picking low hanging fruit." Dean said. "You don't even smoke." Sam said. "Are you kidding me? This is the currency of the realm." Dean said and Sam narrows his eyes and changes the subject.

"Look. I got a good lead on Moody." Sam said. "Me too. His spirit paid a little visit last night." Dean said. "What?" Sam asked, confused. "The clock stopped, the flickering lights, cold spot...I mean, he did everything but yell boo." Dean said.

"Well, what happened?" Sam asked. "He walked right by me. Lucas wasn't so lucky. I mean, the way he was screaming...The guy was a jerk, but he didn't deserve to go like that. What'd you find out on Moody?" Dean asked. "Yeah, so, I think I know where we might find his remains. Blood in his old cell." Sam replied.

"Blood? I thought it was a heart attack." Dean said. "It was, after the guards worked him over. I mean, apparently there was so much blood in there, they had trouble mopping it out." Sam said.

"How we gonna get in?" Dean asked. "I got a plan." Sam said and Dean smiles. "That's the Sammy I know. Come on, man, you're like Clint Eastwood from Escape From Alcatraz." Dean said. "The problem is, if even if we do find something, how are we gonna burn it? We don't have any accelerant." Sam said.

"It’s a good thing I'm like James Garner from The Great Escape." Dean said and he stands up and holds up two hands full of cigarettes. "Hey, fellas! Who's ready to deal?" Dean asked.

Back in the cafeteria, Sam and Dean were in line for food as they began to tall amongst each other. "You sure about this?" Dean asked Sam. "Pretty sure." Sam replied. "Yeah, well, considering our circumstances, I'd like a little better than pretty sure." Dean said. "Okay, really pretty sure." Sam assures then Dean looks at the man that was playing their food.

"I'd like mine al dente." Dean said and the server plonks spaghetti noodles and sauce on Dean’s tray. "Perfect." Dean said and he walks to a table at which the large prisoner is sitting. "Save room for dessert, Tiny. Heh heh heh." Dean said as he sits down across from Tiny.

"Hey, I wanted to ask you, 'cause I couldn't help but notice that you are two tons of fun. Just curious – is it like a thyroid problem, or is it some deep seated self-esteem issue?" Dean asked as Sam is on his feet nearby, watching. "'Cause, you know, they're, uh they're just doughnuts. They're not love." Dean said.

Tony smiles, then suddenly shoves his tray towards Dean and punches him in the face then Dean goes flying to the ground. The Warden walks around a corner near the two guards just as Dean gets up and hits Tiny three times, but his punches seem to have no impact. Tiny grabs the front of Dean’s prison jumpsuit and Dean headbutts Tiny. Dean steps back with a hand to his head.

A guard puts his baton around Tiny’s neck from behind. Tony picks up the guard and throws him down on the table. "Guys, give me a hand." The guard said and the warden and two guards hurry over as Tiny punches Dean again and grabs him from behind.

During the struggle, Sam slips into the kitchen and grabs a salt shaker then climbs into a vent. The guards finally succeed at pulling Tiny away from Dean, who falls to the floor. Another guard helps Dean up and the Warden grabs his face.

"If we'd waited any longer, you'd be dead." The warden tells him. "You waited long enough." Dean remarks and the warden shoves his baton into Dean’s stomach. Dean doubles over and the Warden grabs the back of his head. "Do yourself a favor. Don't. Talk." He warns then he looks to the guards. "Take them both up to the infirmary." He said.

Sam lowers himself down into a hallway in the old cellblock. He opens a cell door and lifts the cover on the bed, revealing a large bloodstain. He sprinkles salt and lighter fluid onto the bloodstain, lights a match and sets the bedding on fire.

Meanwhile, in the infirmary, Dean and Tiny are in adjacent cells with wire fence walls and a curtain between them. "Hey, Tiny." Dean calls out. "Yeah?" Tiny replied. "Hey, sorry about the things I was saying earlier. I can't really tell you why, but I had to get you angry. So, uh...Anyway, sorry." Dean said. "It's okay. Truth is, I have low self-esteem issues. My old man treated me and my brother like crap, right up till the day he died." Tiny said.

"How'd he die?" Dean asked. "My brother shot him." replied Tiny. "Okay." Dean mutters but then sees the ghost of a woman standing on the other side of a fenced-off area of the infirmary. The clock on the wall reads 8:45 and the second hand is at 12.

"Oh, crap." Dean said.

"What is it?" asked Tiny as Dean gets off his bed, looks around for something to use against the ghost and rattles the door of his cell. The ghost walks through the fence she was standing behind. The time on the clock hadn’t changed.

"What’s going on?" Tiny asked as Dean grabs a salt shaker from a tray at the end of his bed. The ghost comes closer and Dean is flung back against the wall then falls to the floor with a groan.

"What is it?" Tiny asked, concerned. The ghost stands over Dean as she puts a hand to his chest and he groans in pain. She breathes out, her breath is visible, when Dean flings salt at her and she disappears. He lies back, clutching his chest and groaning in pain.

"Oh! No! Noooo!" Tiny creams, inarticulately.

"Tiny!" Dean shouts and gets to his feet. There he could see Tiny’s shape through the curtain as he slides down the fenced wall of his cell. "Tiny!" Dean shouts and he slams the door of his cell and kicks it.

"Guard! Guard!" He shouts.

"Wait. So you're telling me it wasn't Moody?" Sam asked Dean the next day as they walk along the yard. "Not unless he liked going around dressed like a nurse. Poor Tiny, man. Poor giant Tiny." Dean said. "Wait, so this is – this is, like the ghost of some nurse who worked here or something?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, man. I guess." Dean said, shrugging. "You know what, Dean, at this point, I don't know isn't working for me. See, uh, I thought we were done. I called Deacon and he got ahold of (y/n). It's happening. We're getting out tonight." Sam said. "I guess we got to do some quick research, then." Dean said. "How? I mean, maybe you haven't noticed...we're in jail." Sam exclaims.

"So you want to know about some nurse?" Randall asked Sam, few minutes later. Sam nods. "Why you want to know?" He asked the boys. "Well, we got our reasons. But, uh...we'll make it worth your while." Dean said as he shows Randall a pack of cigarettes, which he takes.

"So, this nurse, she would have had white hair, one screwed up eye – is that ringing a bell?" Dean asked and Randall nods. "Yeah. Yeah, I remember her." He said. "You remember her name?" Dean asked. "No, that's still kind of fuzzy." Randall said.

Sam exhales, slightly amused, and the brothers look at each other. "Give it to him." Sam said. "I earned these." Dean said and Sam gives a slight shrug at this. "Dean." He said, annoyed and Dean hands Randall another pack of cigarettes.

"Glockner. Nurse Glockner. Nasty old bitch worked here in the '70s." Randall replied. "You knew her?" Sam asked. "I met her once. Had to get a tetanus shot. She damn near jabbed the needle through the other side of my arm. At least I got out of there alive." Randall said.

"What do you mean?" asked Sam. "I've heard these stories. I don't know if they were true. Cons love to talk, but we're all liars." Randall replied. "What kind of stories?" Dean asked. "Guys would go up to the infirmary with a cold. Next thing you know, they're in a body bag. A whole rash of heart attacks – young guys, old guys." Randall replied.

"Heart attacks?" Sam asked. Yeah. Story was Glockner had it out for cons and she did this, uh, Charles Bronson thing with a hypodermic. Anyway, that was the rumor. Nobody ever proved anything." Randall said.

"Whatever happened to Glockner?" Dean asked him. "I don't know. I finished my bit and left. Next time I landed back in here, she was gone." Randall said.

Later, the boys were sitting at a small table in the dining area. "Okay, so let's say those stories on Glockner were true." Sam said. "It's a thought. You know, in life, she's a vigilante. In death, same thing." Dean said. "Right. But then how's she tied in with the old cellblock? And if she's going after cons, why kill that one guard?" Sam asked.

"I did hear in the yard that that guard wasn't exactly squeaky clean, so, maybe she's going after anybody that breaks a law. Like me." Dean said. "You 'heard in the yard'?" Sam asked and Dean nods. "Yeah."

"Dean, does it...bother you at all, how easily you seem to fit in here?" Sam asked him. "No, not really." Dean said. "All right. Well, listen, either way, we need more info on Glockner. If -- if she's buried. If so, where? And, we got five hours to get it." Sam said and Dean gives him a look.

"No, no. Don't give me that look. Don't give me that we got to see this thing through look. We are leaving tonight, no matter what." Sam said. "I just don't want to let Deacon down, that's all. We do owe him." Dean said. "Yeah, but we don't owe him our lives, Dean." Sam said and Dean gets up.

"Where you going?" Sam asked him.

"I'm gonna go talk with an old friend." Dean said and Sam sighs.

Dean and a woman, who was wearing a long jacket over her clothes, a hat and sunglasses and she was wearing make-up to look older, were talking on phone handsets while sitting on opposite sides of a glass window.

"You know it's very dangerous for me to be here." The woman said. "I know, (nickname). But I need your help. I need you to look up something for me." Dean said and the woman, (y/n), smiles. "Whatcha need, Winchester?" She asked.

"Her name was Glockner. She worked here as a nurse in the '70s. Now, I need you to find out everything you can about her, but, most importantly how she died and where she's buried." Dean said. "Okay, sure. I'll see what I can find." She said and Dean smiles. "Thanks, (nickname). Knew I could count on you." He said and she nods and smiles back at him.

Sam is walking across the yard when he sees Dean enter the yard and holds up a hand to catch his attention. "Hey, is she going to...?" Sam started to ask but Dean nods. "Of course she is. See? No problem!" Dean said.

"Well, we can't wait around." Sam said, firmly. "We could give it another day." Dean said. "No, no, no. We're leaving tonight, and that's it." Sam said. "So we're not gonna finish the job, we're just gonna let these people die?" Dean asked him. "Don't give me that, all right? This was your stupid plan. I went along with it, but we're sticking to the plan, Dean. And so did (y/n)." Sam said. "Okay. Uh, you leave. I'm gonna stay." Dean said and he starts to walk away.

"Hey, don't turn away. Don't turn away from me!" Sam yells. "Screw you." Dean growls at him. "What?! Screw you!" Sam yells back and he grabs Dean’s shoulder and spins him around. Dean pushes Sam back but then a guard grabs Sam and the Warden grabs Dean as another guard rushes in.

"All right, hard case. I see the usual methods ain't gonna work with you." He said then he turns to Sam. "You too, sweetheart." He said and a guard takes hold of Dean’s arms from behind and the Warden grabs the back of Sam’s jacket. The guard and Warden take Dean and Sam inside.

The guard marches the boys into a large room, the Warden following. "Take off. I want to handle this alone." The warden said to the guard. The guard nods and leaves while Sam looks wary. The Warden steps menacingly close to Dean, then smiles and puts a hand on the side of his neck.

"Deacon, you are beating the holy hell out of me, man." Dean said and Deavon turns him around so he can take off his handcuffs. "Sorry, Dean. I thought I was going easy on you." He said and Dean laughs. "Just, uh, trying to make it look real."

"Yeah. Well, mission accomplished." Dean said as Deacon takes off Sam’s handcuffs. "Thanks." Sam said. "So, is it over?" Deacon asked. "No. Turns out, it wasn't Moody." Sam said and Deacon's brow furrows.

"What?" He said, shocked. "Yeah." Sam mutters. "Then who?" Deacon asked. "Uh, we think it's some nurse who used to work here, but we're still shy on all the intel we need." Sam said. "Which is why we should stick around until we find it." Dean said to him.

"Oh, hey guys." Deacon said as he takes an envelope out of his jacket pocket but the boys continue to argue. "You want to have this fight for real, Dean? We gotta go." Sam said. "I’m just say–" Dean started to say. "We gotta go now!" Sam growls.

"Guys." Deacon said but they ignore him. "We're leaving, Dean. Otherwise, we'll be leaving in shackles for Milwaukee, with Henriksen as company." Sam yells. "Oh, come on." Dean grumbles.

"Guys!" Deacon yells. "What?!" Dean and Sam said, simultaneously. "Your friend left this for you." Deacon said as he holds up the envelope and Dean takes it. "Heh heh. Would you look at that!" Dean said as he opens the envelope. That's my girl. he thought as Sam said. "That was fast."

Dean pulls out the paper and reads it over. "Wow." He mutters. "What? You want to share with the class, Dean?" Sam asked. "Glockner died in the old cellblock after Moody bit it. Seems they had a little inmate uprising. She got caught in the middle. They dragged her to a solitary cell and gave her a severe cerebral edema." Dean said and Deacon and Sam look at this surprise.

"Someone bashed her head in." Sam said. "Yeah." Dean whispers. "Does it say where she's buried?" Sam asked him. "Yep." Dean said. "All right, then, let's get you the hell out of here." Deacon said to them. "Don't worry, Deacon. We'll get rid of this thing." Dean said as Deacon removes a vent cover on a wall.

"Good, 'cause I want it out of my prison." He said and he walks back over to the boys. "Boys, uh...I can't thank you enough for this. I know it was asking a lot but you still came through. Your daddy...raised you right. And give my thanks to (y/n) as well." Deacon said and the boys nodded. "Well, we owed you." Sam said and Dean looks at Sam. "Yeah." Deacons said.

Then he pulls Sam into a hug, then does the same to Dean. "Hope to see you again, huh? Just...not in here, okay?" Deacon said and the boys nodded. "Yeah, we'll do our best." Sam said just as Dean said. "Right."

The boys head for the vent, then Dean turns back to Deacon. "Oh...Where do you want it?" Dean asked Deacon, who looks confused. "What?" He asked and Dean smiles then Deacon realized what he was meaning. "Yeah, um..." Deacon said then he points to his cheek.

Dea pulls back his arm to swing a punch but Deacon holds up a hand. "Um...Make it look real, son." He said and Dean punches Deacon

Later, the boys climb over railings outside the prison to the car where (y/n), now looking her normal self and in her regular clothes, was standing nearby. "Oh, man, are you a sight for sore eyes." Dean said as they walk up. "You talking to me or the car?" (Y/n) asked, teasingly, and Dean chuckles.

"Maybe I'm talking to both. I'll let you figure it out." Dean said as he runs his hand along the Impala. She just shakes her head and chuckles before she hugs Sam. The boys then open the driver and passenger doors and take off their prison jackets.

"You know, I almost wish I could see Henriksen's face." Dean said. "Really? 'Cause I'd be happy if I never saw him again. I mean, we're not really out of the woods yet, Dean, you know?" Sam said and they put on their own jackets over their prison jumpsuits. "Yeah." Dean mutters as (y/n) hands him the car keys.

Then an alarm sounds and a red light above one of the prison doors starts to flash. "Time to move it, boys." (Y/n) said and they get into the Impala and drive away.

The trio make their way to the cemetery then they get out of the car and start taking shovels and bags out of the trunk of the Impala. Then they set off across the cemetery. Moments later, Dean was standing over a grave holding a flashlight. The headstone reads Dolores Glockner 1934 – 1976.

Sam and (y/n) were in the grave, digging. Finally, they reach the coffin and the two look up at Dean. "Got her." Sam said and they get the coffin open, revealing her corpse. Sam salts Nurse Glockner’s corpse and (y/n) pours on lighter fluid. After pouring the fluid over the corpse, Dean lights a match and the corpse goes up in flames as the trio watch the corpse burn.

After the corpse goes up in flames, they are hurry back to the Impala. Then they put their equipment in the trunk of the Impala and walk to the driver’s and passenger’s and back doors.

"You thought we were screwed before?" Sam asked him. "Yeah, I know. We got to go deep this time." Dean said. "Deep, Dean? We should go to Yemen." Sam said. "Ooh, I'm – I'm not sure I'm ready to go that deep." Dean said and the trio get in the Impala and drive away.

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aweskeetskeet · 10 months

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Bartender Bakugo pt 2

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

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

“Y/n”

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

“y/n”

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

“Y/N LISTEN TO ME”

Katsuki shouted and you fell silent

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

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

#bakugou x reader #bakugo #bakugou x female reader #bakugo smut #anime #my hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader smut

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 9 months

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I’M HERE FOR THE TEA please can we see Mama Rosehearts seeing Trey again?? You know the boy she probably blames for leading her son astray with SUGAR 😆 maybe throw in the Clover siblings or Clover parents too? Only if you want to though!

Scalding hot tea to go with those banned strawberry tarts... 👀 (Not gonna lie though, it's so funny to me that Mrs. Rosehearts may see Trey, one of THE most normal and mild-mannered dudes in the main TWST cast, as some kind of twisted degenerate that peddles an addictive white powder to her child 🤡)

While writing this, I kept thinking of the passive aggressive dinner scene in Shrek 2 (that eventually turned into a full-blown food fight) 😅 Trey can be Shrek since he's green and Mrs. Rosehearts can be Fiona's dad since they're both protective parents-- (I decided to keep it to Trey, Riddle, and Mrs. Rosehearts! The rest of the Clover family would be a lot of people to account for in one interactions.)

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

Trey was used to cutting cakes, not cutting tension. The vice dorm leader job description had said nothing about the latter—yet here he was, newly saddled with the responsibility.

To his right was Riddle, forcing himself to maintain impeccable posture for afternoon tea. Back straight, head up, eyes forward, as he wove a teaspoon through a cup of warm liquid. Normally, he would slightly sweeten his tea with honey—but he went without it today, only stirring on reflex.

A ha-RUMPH! sounded as Riddle set the teaspoon down on his saucer. Their guest was disapproving, as Trey had expected. He gathered his strength and muttered a silent prayer to the Great Seven.

"Tea?" Trey offered the woman to his right, teapot at the ready.

Mrs. Rosehearts tapped a dagger-like nail against her arm. She had painted them a deep crimson, the exact shade of the red velvet cakes Patisserie Clover whipped up—though with the scathing expression she wore, Trey figured the last thing she wanted to hear about was baked goods. The woman looked like she was out for his blood, rich and oh-so-red.

"Okaaay, no tea then." Trey carefully returned the teapot to its spot and reached for a plate of the least sweet item avaliable. "How about a finger sandwich? We've got all different kinds of fillings, so just pick the one you like."

Mrs. Rosehearts didn't so much as pass the poor sandwiches a glance out of pity.

"Alright, I guess that's also a negatory?"

Her icy eyes bore into Trey, silently judging him. The tension thickened, turning heftier than a filling pea soup (though he doubted she was in the mood for any food at this point).

A hand reached over and plucked a sandwich from the top of the pile, staving off some rigidity in the air.

"Thank you, Trey." Riddle offered a small smile.

"You're very welcome. Don't eat it all up in one bite now. Remember to save some for everyone else," Trey joked light-heartedly. "You've got a smoked salmon on whole wheat there. I tossed the fish in lemon juice, salt, and pepper, then mixed it with a little cream cheese, dill, and minced onion."

"Is that right? It sounds delicious and healthy," Riddle said carefully, emphasizing the final word. He delicately nibbled at the crusts--still left on--while eyeing the contents of his teacup.

The table settled back into a stiff silence. Riddle staring at his drink, his mother staring at Trey, and Trey staring at the wall behind her. If he made eye contact, would she explode?

Trey rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. His hand came away damp with perspiration. He dared to say what was on everyone's mind.

"Well, uh... This is awkward."

There was an audibly sharp intake of breath. Riddle, paralyzed. His thumb pressed down hard on his sandwich, puncturing a hole in the bread.

"You're the eldest son of the bakers," Mrs. Rosehearts declared, her first utterance as prickly as thorns. "The boy who led my Riddle astray with sugar."

She makes it sound like I was peddling something way worse than what it actually was! It was only a slice of strawberry tart...

Trey bit back his protests and tried at a smile. He and Riddle had spent hours reviewing and rehearsing their game plan for this dreaded moment. "Don't challenge her, don't instigate," his dorm leader had instructed him. "Be agreeable. Lie if you must. Whatever it takes for us to come out of this encounter unscathed."

His had confidence wavered, worry in his big eyes. A flash of fear, and Trey saw the sad little child from years before, the fat tears that had been dribbling down Riddle’s contorted face. Sobbing, apologizing, pleading.

He had tipped his head and nodded. A mere card soldier obeying his queen. The line he parroted so often was spoken once more: “Yes, dorm leader.”

Trey reached within himself for the best he could manage. "It's nice to see you again, ma'am."

"If only I could say the same!!" Mrs. Rosehearts huffed dismissively. She then snapped, quick as a whip, to Riddle, who flinched. "It’s no wonder why you came home in such a sorry state for the holidays! I suspected it for a while now, but this confirms it. You’ve been reintroduced to bad influences at school."

“That’s not exactly…” Riddle trailed off, his voice weak. His mother continued to rant, undaunted.

“NRC has its fair share of students that cause trouble,” Trey confessed, tactfully cutting in. “Still, that’s to be expected of teenage boys."

“My Riddle rarely ever behaves in such a disrespectful manner,” Mrs. Rosehearts retorted. Rarely stung like a slap to the face. “Were it not for poor choices in friendship, he would never act out.

“Why a prestigious learning institution like Night Raven College would allow such riffraff in, I’ll never understand! They only ruin it for the others. It only takes one bad seed to spoil the whole bunch.”

She didn't name names, but it was clear who she was talking about from where she directed her intense gaze.

“I don’t know about spoiled apples, but bruised ones can still be used,” Trey pointed out, eager to divert the heated topic. “They don’t look the best, but they still taste fine. Bruised apples work for lots of recipes. Salads, sauces, ciders, jams..."

The smoked salmon sandwich slipped, falling into Riddle’s untouched tea. His eyes widened. Then Trey’s slowly followed. Both of them caught the misstep, their times staggered.

The scowl on Mrs. Rosehearts deepened, her crimson lips forming an almost bloody line. “You would just love to stuff my son with more of that sugary poison, wouldn’t you? Just like you’ve filled his head with your poisonous thoughts!!”

“What? No, I wouldn’t… I haven’t—” He instinctively pivoted to providing a defense, something to placate her.

It was an ill-advised mistake.

"Young man!!" Face red, she rose from her seat, slamming both hands on the table. The fine china and silverware clattered violently. "First you feed him that horrible junk food, then you've graduated to feeding him all these untruths!! You've done quite enough damage to my son."

He had one foot in the rabbit hole now, the situation spiraling into chaos. Trey braced himself against the verbal barrage, wincing as her volume climbed higher and higher, her features distorting from rage.

A part of him wanted to cry out. To argue, to shout. But fear clawed at his throat, seizing his tongue.

"Look where hanging around you has gotten him! He comes home over the winter break spouting nonsense—nonsense he no doubt picked up from you. I thought I had done all I could to rid us of the pests buzzing around him, but clearly even those efforts haven't been enough!"

"M-Mother, please... I can explain!" Riddle insisted, jumping up. His teacup wobbled, threatening to topple over and stain the table and rug. "I implore you, don't blame Trey--"

"A mother knows what's best for her child! I'll be speaking to the headmaster about this, and there WILL be some changes around here!"

Riddle recoiled, defeated. He balled his hands into fists on his lap—to stop them from shaking.

It's happening, Trey realized. Again, it's happening...

The edges of his vision blurring, his throat closing up. A distant memory of his parents profusely apologizing to a screaming woman. Riddle huddled behind her, in tears, tugging, begging to be heard. Him, standing frozen, unable to act.

"Riddle..." Trey made to place a hand on his shoulder to reassure him, but a protective arm blocked his path. He met the livid face of Mrs. Rosehearts.

"Don't you touch a hair on my son's head.”

His hand jerked back but refused to fall limp to his side. He frowned slightly, brows furrowing in hesitation.

But he pushed himself forward and tumbled deeper down the rabbit hole.

"With all due respect, ma'am," Trey said very evenly, "I get wanting to support and protect him, I really do. That's part of my job as his vice dorm leader—but Riddle doesn’t need it all the time. He’s not the fragile flower you seem to think he is.”

He was the thorns that warded off enemies. He was the stalk, morally upright and willful. He was the roots that burrowed deep and anchored the group.

He was anything but a rose.

“Frankly, I think you sorely underestimate how strong Riddle really is,” Trey continued. He must be, if he has the courage to speak up for me when I couldn’t do the same for him. “I don’t mean just in magic either. He has the will of a queen too.”

Mrs. Rosehearts drew back, positively appalled. Her nostrils flared. "And just what are you insinuating?!"

Shock replaced the delicate discomfort on Riddle’s face. “Trey, you…”

“Ahahah… Sorry, Riddle.” He passed his friend a faint smile. “I guess I couldn’t help but meddle this time. I broke my promise to you. My bad.”

“No, don’t be.” His response was quiet, like the trace of a whisper on a breeze.

“I understand now. It’s not the school that needs changing, but you,” Mrs. Rosehearts snarled, jabbing an accusatory finger at Trey. “I’ll have you expelled from this school!! You won’t ever be put in a position where you can sink your venomous fangs into my…"

"Stop, mother...!!"

"Riddle?" Mrs. Rosehearts looked expectantly at her son. She had stiffened, the fire in her eyes now petrified to stone.

He hesitated under her gaze.

"... Hey. It's okay. You've got this," came a soft voice from beside him. From Riddle's right, his right-hand man. "No one else can speak for you but yourself."

Riddle swallowed. He tried to maintain his cool, but his words came out shaky.

"Mother, I..." He stopped and started again. "You may see Trey as a villain, someone who leads children astray from the good and morally righteous path with a house of sweets. But that's not what he is.”

Riddle remembered the scene well.

In a garden of rose hedges… Collars turned into fluttering playing cards. Then the pitch black had consumed him. A light he had reached for. The hand that had reached back. Someone calling out to him, panicked.

That person was…

"At my darkest moment, Trey was there to stop me from sinking lower than I already had. When I sought a hand in the void, it was he who reached back for me. His hand is what pulled me up when I was down.

“For that, I will always be grateful, no matter what you may think of him. He is worthy of standing by my side as Heartslabyul’s vice dorm leader. That is my decision—a decision acknowledged by all.”

His mother bristled. "You would side with this… this boy over me? Your mother? Your family?"

“I’m suggesting that raising a complaint to the headmaster wouldn’t change the circumstances. He, too, is aware of Trey’s merits as my second-in-command and would wish for him to stay.”

Riddle shared a small, knowing smile with his friend. Indeed, Crowley had been present for the debacle—and indeed, he would promote their support of one another. To save face and reputation. (“Wh-What nonsense is this!! Of course my students are well-mannered and cooperative! What would make you think anything less of them?!”)

“Clever,” Trey mouthed.

“Well, I never!!” Mrs. Rosehearts huffed, abruptly rising from her seat. “The depths of depravity know no bounds!! To think you’ve magically convinced the entire school that you’re good…!!l

“I’ll do my best to show you my good points too, ma’am,” Trey replied. He couldn’t stop a smirk from making its way onto his lips. “After all, everyone at NRC’s like a diamond in the rough. All they need’s their time to shine.“

At this, Riddle coughed into a fist to conceal choked laughter. “… Yes, one could say such a thing. Rest assured, mother; I’m in good hands. There is no learning institution more fit for me than here.”

At our Night Raven College.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Riddle Rosehearts #twisted wonderland interactions #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #disney twisted wonderland #Trey Clover #NRC Family Day #twst interactions #twst scenarios #twst imagines

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wishing-stones · 8 months

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How would each of the boys feel about the bitty versions of themselves (and maybe vice versa?)

In general: The guys think they're cute and fun to fuck around with, and the bitties... don't.

Killer likes to poke Razor and push him around. Razor does not think this is funny in the slightest and either stabs with his little needle-shiv, or bites if there's phalanges in range. There's a whole lot of attitude in a small package there, and Killer's flippancy and automatic demand for respect would not be received well.

Dust messes with Speck, but doesn't openly antagonize him. He'll put the bitty back in his place if he feels that behavior needs correcting, but otherwise, these two are the ones that get along the best. They chill together.

Axe would get along with Scrap if he didn't hide food and guard it. It's a real detriment to being able to cook when your chopped onions vanish off the counter and into a dark corner. Despite his best efforts to accommodate by giving him little bits and pieces of things while cooking, Scrap... takes as much as he sees fit and bites if someone tries to take it away. It's... a work in progress.

Cross and Chi kind of just... exist around one another. They don't talk, they don't come in contact (often, Chi will sleep either on his chest or in the small of his back, depending on where he's laying) and they don't mind each other. Chi is quiet, and Cross doesn't mind if he's around, really. Sometimes rides in his hood, too.

Baggs thinks Dryl is fascinating, and Dryl knows exactly how dangerous that is. He tends to stay away from his full-sized counterpart and makes himself a little hidden nest in a dark, messy corner of the lab where he can't be gotten and tossed into a tank for observation. He doesn't tend to stay in one spot for longer than a week, but has a somewhat more permanent setup on top of one of the bookshelves in his office. Dryl can climb; Baggs, not so much. Baggs absolutely knows where he is, but studying survival patterns can absolutely come before other observations he might otherwise gain with eventual trust.

Nightmare cohabitates with Dread... okay. Dread doesn't bother him a lot, but sometimes gets a little big for his britches and tries to emulate his larger self by also ordering the guys around. There's a sizable terrarium on his desk now for when Dread needs Time Out. There's a mutual understanding between the two, but Nightmare's the one in charge and doesn't tolerate a bitty trying to usurp him, no matter how laughable it is. Fortunately, the terrarium is pretty cozy and well-furnished with very fancy dollhouse furniture and other items.

#k answers #k headcanons #feat. r&r crew #and their bitties

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blindmagdalena · 1 year

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Fake illness homie is really funny but I can also see his s/o figuring him out immediately and just mess with him

"Oh you're sick? Poor sweet baby 🥺 such a strong boy must be battling a very tough illness...🥺 I'll have to up your medicine dosage. come lie on my lap and ill pour this whole bottle of cough syrup down your throat 🥰"

Just watch him miraculously feel better immediately (though he'll prob end up pouting and requesting for more attention as a consolation prize for getting his masterplan thwarted so win win for him I guess)

i feel like s/o DEFINITELY figures it out pretty quick, but can't help indulge him awhile bit before calling him out on it. how could you not feel bad when he's faking sickness because he's never gotten to experience being babied like that?? but of course, once he's gotten his fill, you have to mess with him at least a little bit. you have to make your home remedies weirder and weirder until he's willing to admit oh, actually, maybe i'm not that sick after all. no, i definitely don't need to eat that raw onion, thank you.

#homelander headcanons #homelander x you #homelander x reader #in sickness and in health #darling anon #ask and you shall receive

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sinsiriuslyemo · 5 months

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Title: The Dark Day

Rating: NC17 (language and smut)

Summary: You and Gordon try to make breakfast, but get distracted. It's fine.

Notes: This is part two (but technically part three?) to The Dark Morning and The Dark Night.

Warnings: language, explicit oral sex

Making breakfast together was always a game of who could distract who first, one that both of you played rather well. You would divide the prep work, each of you working at opposite ends of the kitchen counter, and whichever of you could distract the other long enough to finish their portion first would get to kick back while the loser cooked and later, cleaned up the mess.

This morning was no different. After falling back asleep for a few more hours, you got up a little after twelve o’clock and decided to have breakfast despite the lunch hour. You were stirring ingredients for pancake batter into a bowl while Jim was cutting onions, breaking and whisking eggs, and grating cheese for omelets. From the corner of your eye, his head turned toward you, and you couldn’t help the smirk that began to form on your lips.

“It’s completely unfair,” he said, looking back to make two more cuts on the onion and setting the knife down. “Just so you know.”

Your smirk widened. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me in my underwear before.”

You had decided, much to his chagrin as well to his delight, to cook breakfast in the very clothes you slept in — a white, ribbed tank top and black boy shorts. He was also wearing his pajamas, which while being much more modest than yours were just as effective at distracting you. Something about seeing Sergeant James Gordon, who was usually immaculate in his suit and tie, in comfortable flannel pajama pants and a soft t-shirt just made your mouth water. Add to that the way his hair was just messy enough to be sexy rather than funny, and you swore that you being in your underwear was merely you evening the playing field.

“True, but that doesn’t mean it has any less impact,” he replied, leaning back to get a look at how the boyshorts only covered about two-thirds of your ass. “Christ, and you look so good in them.”

He came up behind you and put his hands on either side of your hips, his finger slipping under your tank top, and his head resting on your shoulder.

“Why do you look so good?” he whispered, taking your earlobe between his teeth and kissing along your jaw. He pulled you back against him and slowly pulled your hair to one side, placing it in front of the opposite shoulder.

“You know there’s only so much of a cushion you have before I catch up to you,” you warned breathlessly, leaning back against him.

He ignored your counsel, instead dropping a kiss on the back of your neck.

“What gives you the right to look so good so early in the day?” he purred against your ear, kissing a path down the side of your neck.

You hummed, hands stopping mid-stir as your eyes fell shut. “You’re cheating,” you said in a shiver.

His answer vibrated against your pulsepoint. “You started it.”

One of his hands slipped lower, his finger sliding under the waistband of your panties, earning a gasp from you. Tipping your hips back, you brushed his bulge with your ass, smiling when he grunted against your skin. There was movement in his pants that you felt, a light brush against your ass that alerted you to the fact that he was becoming just as turned on as you were.

“How long do you think this stuff can stay out without going bad?”

“I think the FDA recommends no more than two hours at room temperature,” you answered, turning in his arms and closing the space between you. Pressing your lips against his, you pushed him away from the counter, your fingers immediately finding his soft hair.

His glasses skimmed your forehead as he pulled them off, pausing at the corner of the counter to set them down before he let you push him against the wall. His hands cradled your face as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue gently tracing the seam of your lips. As your tongues tenderly wrestled in your mouth, the two of you rolled along the wall, turning the corner into the hallway as you tugged at his shirt, bringing it up and over his head while he led you back toward the bedroom.

When your lips met again, he had caught your bottom lip between his, sucking softly as the two of you stumbled down the hall. His deft fingers slipped under your tank top, pulling it off you before he left it on the floor just outside the kitchen. Holding you against one side of the hallway, Jim dipped and took your nipple in his mouth, sucking deeply.

“Fuck!”

He hummed, biting down on the peak in the mouth. “We could do that,” he purred, kissing his way back up to your lips. “But I believe you said something about licking every inch of each other, didn’t you?”

“I did say that, didn’t I?” you replied with a smirk, rolling sideways so that he was pressed against the wall instead. Giving him one last kiss, you started a path down from his neck to his chest, biting one of his nipples as you sank to your knees.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry,” you said with a playful smile.

“No, you’re not,” he replied, smirking down at you. His head fell back against the wall, groan rumbling in his throat as you mouthed him over his flannel pajama pants.

Following the outline of his thick bulge, you curled your fingers into the waistband of his pants and pulled them down. You licked your lips at the sight of his cock bobbing in front of you and wrapped a hand around him, lifting it to pull his balls into your mouth one at a time. Jim groaned, his hips arching toward you as one hand threaded fingers in your hair. With the flat of your tongue, you lavved from his sac all the way up the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft until you reached the tip. You pulled his foreskin back and took the glistening head between your lips, shifting your eyes up to his face as you sucked softly.

The moment his eyes met yours, his cock gave a lurch, nearly slipping from your mouth. A gasp caught in his throat when you started to sink down his shaft, taking more and more of him into your mouth until you were relaxing your throat and letting him slip down.

“Oh God, Y/N,” he groaned, his fingers tightly curling around your hair.

Swallowing around him, you hummed and brought your free hand up to massage his balls while you slowly pulled back up, prolonging the anticipation of a proper blowjob for as long as possible. His jaw clenched, the hand in your hair tugging every few seconds, as though he was trying to keep himself from using his grip to move your head over him. Smiling around him as you reached his head, your tongue circled the v beneath his tip, earning another grunt. You swallowed the precum that oozed from his opening and began to bob over his hips. Your other hand stroked his base, smearing the saliva that your mouth left behind.

The only thing you loved more than the taste of Jim Gordon were the sounds he made while you tasted him. Deep, soft, throaty sounds that let you know just how delirious it made him when you were on your knees, worshiping his cock as though it was the last thing you would do on this earth. And coupled with the noises your mouth made as it slid up and down on his shaft, it was enough to make you come without him even needing to touch you.

It wasn’t long before his hips began to rock, his fingers once again tightening in your hair, and this time he didn’t hesitate to use his grip to guide your movements. His moans came closer together as he neared his orgasm, prompting you to double your efforts for a few more thrusts.

“I’m gonna come!” he moaned.

Inhaling deeply through your nose, you took him all the way down your throat again, swallowing around him.

A harsh growl ripped from his throat as his release burst from the tip of his cock, shooting down your throat while you swallowed around him. You cast your eyes up to his face as you pulled up, keeping the suction as you slid back to his head and swallowed the last of him before you let him pop free of your lips. His forehead was shiny with sweat and his chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath. Taking him between your lips again, you sucked the head of his cock gently, drawing out his orgasm and humming anytime an aftershock made him flex in your mouth. Pressing one last kiss on the underside of his head, you stood up and smiled at him like the cat that ate the canary.

His eyes slowly opened a moment later, head tilting down to kiss you full on the mouth as he stepped out of his pants, and picked you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around him as he carried you into your bedroom and carefully laid you on the bed. He kneeled on the floor in front of you, pulling down your panties and moving to settle between your thighs. With a smirk flashed up at you, he dipped his head and licked you with the flat of his tongue, sending a flurry of tickles from your center to your nipples.

You arched your back, eyes closing as you used your heel against the back of his shoulder as leverage to pull him closer. His tongue narrowed to a soft point as he began to draw indistinct patterns over your labia, sending more gentle bolts of electricity through your sex. A sharp gasp passed through your lips as he suckled your labia, his tongue gliding between them a few times before it dipped closer to your entrance.

“Jim,” you whimpered in a shudder as he traced your opening.

Pressing his face closer, he dipped his tongue inside you, getting a proper taste of your pussy. Needing more, your legs moved to plant your feet on the bed, widening your knees as you rolled your hips against him. Of everyone you had ever been with, Jim was the only one who made you feel worshiped when he used his mouth on you, leaving open-mouthed kisses over every inch of your sex, sucking every bit he could, and seeming to enjoy every minute of it. You had realized as much when one night, he had taken it upon himself to spend two hours straight playing with you with only his lips and tongue. Needless to say it had been the best two hours of your life.

“You taste so good,” he purred, finally moving up to tickle your clit with his mustache before he flicked his tongue over it. After a moment, he pulled the bud between his lips and suckled, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you down against him. One of his hands left a few moments before his finger pressed against your opening, slowly sinking until he was buried deep inside you. Beginning a slow in and out pace, his free hand slid up your stomach until he reached your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between two fingers.

You moaned deeply, body squirming beneath his touch, arching your back and rocking your hips alternately. One leg draped over his shoulder again, your heel pulling him against you as he added a second finger and switched breasts. You gasped when he nipped gently on your clit and fisted the comforter beneath you, chasing the orgasm you could feel brewing just beneath the surface. The hand on your breasts slid down to press on your lower belly while the fingers inside you curled, reaching the spongy tissue on your upper wall.

“Fuck! Jim, right there! Don’t stop!” you cried, arching your back again as the tingles between your legs reached a fever pitch. Your hips lifted off the bed, trying to get closer to him as the coil inside you tightened even more. You were right… there…

A moan caught in your throat, your mouth open in a silent cry as your muscles gripped his long fingers and your orgasm spread through you like a warm glow. You held your breath, hoping that doing so would make it last just a little longer and your hips bucked wildly against his lips and tongue. Toes curling and flexing, your body slowly settled into tremors as your moans gradually softened into deep, long sighs.

Pulling out his fingers, he flattened his tongue again and licked your seam, dropping kisses and licks on your skin as he leisurely made his way up your body. His belly grazed against your pussy, sending another flurry of tingles through you as his lips pressed against yours. His half-hard cock was pressed against the underside of your ass with just enough pressure to let you know he was there.

Kisses lowering to your neck, he held you close, bringing his lips to your ear to whisper, “You look so beautiful when you lose control like that.”

Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders, you held him close as you came down from your orgasm. His mustache scratched lightly against your neck as he kissed the column of your throat.

“You are really good at eating pussy, Jim Gordon,” you said, biting your bottom lip when he chuckled against your skin.

“Think we’ve got time for a shower?” he asked, grazing your cheek with his nose affectionately.

Nodding with a smile, you lifted your head to capture his lips once more, humming contently. Rolling off of you, he pulled you up off the bed, the two of you making your way into the bathroom, where he turned on the water.

He followed you into the shower and the two of you took turns wetting your hair, when you turned to him, a smirk still firmly planted on your face as you said, “Looks like I win this time, Gordon.”

He knitted his brows. “I would call that a draw.”

You shook your head. “No way, you stopped working first, fair is fair.”

He rolled his eyes. “How about a compromise?”

You arched a brow in interest. “I’m listening.”

“I’ll cook, you clean up.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Fine. You’ve got yourself a deal.” Reaching for the shampoo, you began to wash your hair before you washed Jim’s. “And then maybe later we can snuggle up and watch a movie?”

“Probably much later,” he answered, rinsing his hair after you’d rinsed yours. “I fully intend to ravage you again after we eat. And again, and again, and then maybe one last time. Then you can clean up the kitchen.”

You grinned, closing the space between you to kiss his lips. “Yes, sir, Sergeant Gordon.”

#jim gordon x reader #jim gordon fanfic #jim gordon #gary oldman fanfiction #gary oldman #nolanverse #the dark knight

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hannahssimblr · 6 months

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Chapter Two (Part 3)

It is a long climb up the hill that leads us to the south strand, but the street lamps are coming on and the sea looks beautiful from up high. Tonight the rising moon is huge and the clouds are pink, another clear night is ahead. I wish that I was alone on the beach instead, lying in the sand and waiting until everything was dark and silent and completely mine, finding shooting stars and watching the milky way drift across the inky sky. Instead, we have to go to Flavio’s house. Pasta was promised, and I’m starving. I tell myself this is the only reason I’m not staying home tonight.

Flavio’s holiday home is beautiful. My first thought as we walk through the door is how much the rent must cost. Everything looks new and it is so tastefully decorated that it looks like it could be in a magazine. Large windows look out over a landscaped yard, and beyond that I can see the distant lights of the nearest town glowing on the horizon. The house is filled with pop music that I don’t recognise and the smell of sizzling garlic and onions. My stomach rumbles.

Flavio greets us, and gives Claire a kiss on the cheek. “Ciao, Bella.” He says to her, and then we are introduced to his friends. There are two of them: Luca and Stefano. Luca is a tall, light haired man with a floppy 90s era fringe and a funny little scarf around his neck. Stefano is shorter, plainer, with a thin mouth and rectangular glasses. I feel a deep disappointment within me, as I know he will be assigned to me. A plain girl for a plain boy. I know I will spend the evening forcing excruciating conversation out of him. I wish I had starved at home.

“Come, sit.” Flavio gestures to a table that has been set already. Two bottles of red wine sit in the middle, but I have already seen that there are four more on the kitchen counter. I feel anxious. I sit across from Claire, flanked by Stefano and Luca. They are both staring at her transfixed. Flavio serves steaming tomato pasta and pours wine in each glass, and as I take my first mouthful I keep an eye on the men on either side of me.

There’s a thing I never understood about boys, and I think it’s the notion of a hierarchical structure within the dating pool. I’ve only ever known girls closely and can only speak from what I’ve heard, but girls always seem aware of their playing field. I mean, they generally have a rough idea of how high they can punch, and at what point they realise that a certain guy is too attractive for them, and they will no longer pursue him. Guys – and this is something I’ve learned from being around Claire this last year – have no such notions. One will crawl from the gutter, smelling like he’s never been in a shower and still feel that he can ask her out. All around her, every day, men take a chance on her. They stop their cars dead, they sit next to her on empty buses, they stop her in the street to talk, all on the possibility that they might become someone lucky enough to know her. They are old men, married men, ugly men, men of all walks of life, strutting around this world in dirty socks believing they could have a flying chance with Claire O’Gorman. It’s a level of confidence that I will never know.

The pasta is delicious, and I am so hungry. It seems such a simple recipe; linguine and tomato sauce with a sprig of basil on top, but I swear Flavio put some sort of charm on it. My mouth explodes with flavour as I take bite after bite, it’s like a religious experience. I realise eventually that I have forgotten to engage with the conversation around me, and am mortified to discover that I have eaten most of my dinner already while the rest of the table has barely started. I plant my cutlery on either side of my plate and clasp my hands in my lap, physically restraining myself.

Flavio is talking about how he’s studying finance at a university in Milan, and looking self congratulatory as he talks about the kind of salary he might expect when he graduates. It strikes me as tone deaf, considering the economy, but nobody seems to care about that except for me. I try to talk to Stefano, mostly because I feel obliged to, but his English isn’t very good and we run out of basic conversation topics very quickly. I give up trying and let myself finish my meal and wine. Flavio is too annoying to bear too, so I give up listening to him as well.

Around eleven o clock, we all clear the plates from the table and stack them in the dishwasher, and soon after a group of people who say they’re from the holiday apartments down the road show up with a plastic bag full of cans. Luca changes the music to some kind of hideous electronica and within an hour there is a heaving party of strangers in their twenties in the living room. I have never felt younger or more naive or more out of place as I perch on a sofa and pick at my fingernails. I spot Kelly in the kitchen with Luca, she’s laughing and pouring glugs of wine into his glass, filling it all the way to the top and he’s trying to get her to stop before it overflows. I watch the blood red liquid spill out onto the floor. I can’t tell by the back of his head if he’s annoyed at her or enjoying her. She’s so charming, I feel as though she could do and say the most outrageous things you could think of and get away with them.

I look around for Claire and Flavio but I can’t see them. I worry about her. I get up from the sofa and slip out the living room door into the hallway where the lights are off, only the streetlamps outside are casting a pale glow on the tiles. I peek into the empty bathroom, then make my way quietly upstairs. I feel like I’m way out of line, but I don’t mind being caught out as a rude guest if it means that Claire is safe.

The first bedroom I check is empty, and so is the second. I open up to another bathroom to find it empty too, lights off. By the time my hand is on the knob of the third bedroom I am sure that Claire is in there. I crack it open and slowly peer inside, fully expecting to walk in on some lewd scene, but she isn’t there either. I sigh. The moon is framed perfectly by the window in the room, and curtains blow gently in the breeze. I step closer and rest my hands on the sill, my ears ringing now in the silence, the floor throbbing beneath my feet, and then I hear her laughing.

Of course, she’s right under my nose, literally. I look down to the garden below me and see Claire and Flavio on two folding garden chairs drinking wine, and see that there was absolutely nothing salacious happening. I am relieved, but at the same moment I feel sad and a bit jealous of her. And Kelly too. Just like I predicted, they both ended up paired off with boys, and I ended up alone. Sad little Evelyn, all by herself in the corner of the party. I’m annoyed at myself for how pitiful I feel, and I can’t help but recall what Kelly said earlier. Maybe I am too picky, and I just need to choose a boy and go out with him. Maybe after a while the whole ordeal stops feeling so horrible and embarrassing. Although I’d never admit it, the fact that I’m seventeen and have never had a relationship feels so pathetic to me. I wish I could just find a boyfriend and get it over with, at least then everybody would stop prying into my love life, pitying me for my lack of experience.

I head downstairs and try to weave around the crowd to get to the front door, needing some fresh air, suddenly Stefano comes from nowhere and puts his hands on my waist, wrenching me backwards. He is trying to drunkenly dance with me. His eyes are heavy lidded and his breath smells like beer. I am repulsed, and I wrench his sweaty hands off me. “I’m seventeen.” I spit. “That means I’m legally a child, you rotten pedo.” I run away from him, out the door and over the road to the cliffside, where I stand, my face hot, breathing hard and trying to force myself to cry.

My vision blurs with tears, and I look down at my feet willing the drops to fall, my shoulders shaking, but the tears never fall. I peer over the cliffs. They aren’t high, but they’re rocky. Big round boulders stack on top of one another like some ancient giant placed them there. I picture what would happen if I were to slip down them, and in detail I imagine the way that I would fall, bouncing from one boulder to the next, a horrible gruesome sequence all the way to the sand below. Sometimes I have intense fantasies about things like this, and it’s not that I want to die, it’s just that I’m terrified by how easily and quickly it can happen. I decide that dying via the rocky cliffside would be the worst, and so I take a step backwards, suddenly wary of heights.

As I turn away from them, I see the glint of metal in the moonlight. There is a steel railing on the cliff edge not far from me, and as I walk closer to it I see that it’s a stone staircase leading down onto the beach below. There is access to the beach the whole way along the coast via these kinds of steps, and I’m surprised that I hadn’t spotted them earlier.

I decide to walk down them, and it’s so quiet out here that I can hear only my footsteps on the concrete as I do. When I reach the bottom, I take off my runners and my socks and am pleasantly surprised to find that the soft sand is cold under my hot feet, all of the heat it has absorbed from the day is gone again, drawn out by the cool air, and it’s like it’s resting before another hot day tomorrow. I wonder what time it is. I wonder if my friends have noticed that I’ve gone.

I’m in tune with myself as I walk the silent beach, my stomach still knotted with frustration and sadness, but I find peace with it, my bare feet grounding me to the earth below. The cliff softens into rolling dunes at the end of the beach, and boulders taper off and give way to soft marram grass that softly ripples in the breeze.

There is a house in the dunes ahead, but I don’t see it until I’m close to it. It’s as though it emerges from nowhere, nestled into the cliffs, warm yellow light spilling from its windows out onto a wooden balcony that faces the water. It is flat roofed and clad in corrugated iron, and I can see there is a smouldering fire pit outside a set of large patio doors. They are wide open, inviting the night time breeze inside, and as I get closer I can hear music and laughter coming from within. I stop walking and I stare up at the house, enthralled by it somehow, not wanting to move any closer while simultaneously sensing warmth, juxtaposed entirely with the hostile house I had just walked out of.

I freeze suddenly as voices draw closer to me and a girl emerges onto the deck. She is about my age, maybe a little older, and her hair is short and dyed a bright red colour. She is mid conversation with somebody who is still inside the house.

“It’s a bit like… so you’ve seen Lost, obviously, have you?” She’s saying. She speaks like she is from Dublin. “Kind of that vibe, like you think it’s a simplistic kind of run of the mill thing, then all this bonkers shit starts happening and like… oh hang on, c’mere, can you bring me out that lighter in there? Yep, on the coffee table.”

A boy walks out behind her, and she continues her conversation with him, and catches the lighter as he tosses it. I stop listening to what she’s saying then, as I feel suddenly stunned by the boy. He is beautiful. His hair is dark and pushed away from his face, a few strands of it are falling over his forehead, and he stands tall next to her, facing in my direction. I step in behind a patch of marram, but I don’t think either of them can see me anyway. I’m cloaked by the darkness on the beach. He has the prettiest face, I think. Its planes catch the moonlight, high cheekbones, an angular jaw, and almond shaped dark brown eyes that are concentrating intently on what the girl is saying to him.

There’s something about him that paralyses me. I’ve seen nice looking boys before, of course I have. The best and the brightest have waited outside of our school for their girlfriends, but the boy on the balcony has an energy. It’s in the way he holds himself, the steadiness of his gaze, the aura that surrounds him feels static. I realise I am holding my breath and it’s burning my lungs. I can’t help but let it all rush out of me at once. The girl pauses her conversation and looks over her shoulder quizzically. I’m convinced she’s heard me. She turns back around though, and starts flicking her lighter.

“Feck sake.” she says. “This one is out of juice. Here, I think there’s another one in that bowl in the hall.” They both turn and walk back inside, and they’re gone again. I take my chance to dash back up the beach then. As I’m running, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I thank God that it didn’t do that while I was literally spying on someone from the bushes one minute ago. When I’m far enough away, I read the message. It’s from Kelly.

Where are you Evie? Can’t find you. 😦

Another one pops up as I read

We’re thinking of leaving. Turns out everyone here is a creep. lol.

I text her back as I hurriedly clamber back up the concrete steps.

On my way, sorry… just needed some air.

I stop for a moment at the top of the stairs and look back down the beach. I can’t see the lights from that house anymore, it’s hidden from view once again, but my body feels alive, nerves tingling with excitement: about seeing the boy, about almost getting caught, the thrilling discovery of the little house… I won’t tell Claire and Kelly about it, I decide then in a more sobering moment. There’s no point, I will put it out of my head now. I’ll probably never see those people again.

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Genre: Head chef! Seokjin, Head baker! Y/N, strangers to lovers!, Ex- Namjoon!, Yoongi is their number one shipper, Jin is very obvious, fluff, romance, little angst, comedy, and smut

Summary: Seokjin is the head chef and owner of Empathy in the heart of Seoul. Everything was perfect until his head baker retired leaving him to scramble. His head waiter, Yoongi, brings in his friend for the position and Jin hires her on the spot. After her desserts become a sell-out on the first night, Jin becomes interested in the girl. Everyone needs a little spice in their lives....

Warnings: Namjoon is an asshole!

Authors note: Very fun to write!

“Spicy beef bone soup with extra rice for table 6!”

Kim Seokjin hit the bell as quickly as he could and went back to his pan to saute his onions. It was a busy Saturday and everyone was at Empathy for dinner. Nothing new to him. He felt blessed that in his late thirties he achieved his childhood dream, well his second dream. The first dream was to get married and so far, that hasn’t happened yet. He wasn’t looking for anyone. If it happens then it happens was his mindset.

He placed the onions on the plate with the ribs and he looked up towards his head baker, Levi Cooner, “Levi, did you finish the black forest cake for table 20!?”

“Placing the cherry on now, chef.”

“Alright, is the carrot cake about done for table 2?”

“Yes, chef. In about ten minutes.”

Jin nodded and picked up the plate of ribs and hit the bell. He smiled when he saw Yoongi making his way to the plate, “Still busy, Yoon?”

“Yeah, too many people...it’s annoying.”

Jin let out a small laugh and shook his head, “You work at a restaurant, there’s going to be people no matter what.”

“Yeah, that’s the annoying part, chef boy.”

He grabbed the plate and left the kitchen with Jin seeing the tall silver doors flapping away. He let out a quick sigh and turned towards his workers with a smile, “We’re doing great this dinner rush! Let’s keep it up!”

“Yes chef!”

Jin went inside his office to check out the financial part for the day so far. He hated numbers but he didn’t want to call Jungkook for help. He always acted so smug towards him because it was clear he was good with numbers. He would hope he was good at numbers, he’s a banker afterall. He turned on his computer and went into his program with his radio playing in the background. He liked listening to the gossip in the restaurant world, it made him laugh during his down time, “And what is your name?”

“Umm...my name is L/N Y/N...”

“How do you feel about the famous pastry chef Isaac calling it quits?”

“Eh? He didn’t quit, he’s literally my mentor.”

Jin raised his eyebrow and glanced at the radio, “chef Isaac...Isaac...Oh, Isaac Kristiansen. There’s no way he would retire, he’s a teacher? That’s funny.” Jin leaned forward and turned the radio up and leaned back into his chair.

“But the rumors-”

“I mean I wished the rumors were true. He made me make these chocolate figures at five in the morning but sadly no, he’s not quitting.”

“Is this an official statement, Mrs. L/N?”

“Official statement? I just wanted to get coffee...I guess it's a statement. An official statement though, I’m not the president or the queen so no. Have a good day.~”

“Wait, Mrs. L/N!”

Jin let out a small laugh and shut off the radio. He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced back to his computer, the numbers were doing good but the desserts were lacking in sales. It was the fourth week in a row that he saw the decrease in it. He sighed and heard a knock on the door, “Come in.”

The door opened to reveal to his Executive chef, his brother with a small smile, “Why are you in here?”

“Just checking on the sales.”

Seok Joong raised his eyebrow and let out a low laugh, “Didn’t I tell you to stop doing that. You’re needed out here, worry about the numbers later.”

“But hyung-”

“No buts. Go cook.”

Jin pouted and nodded his head. He put his computer to sleep and walked away from his desk. He looked at Seok Joong with a raised eyebrow, “Wait, why are you here? You have a newborn.”

“Wanted to check on you, little bro. Also my wife wanted cheesecake and started crying for it, so...here I am.”

“Ah, okay. Hurry up and get it so you can go back to her.”

Seok Joong nodded his head and ruffled his brother's hair, “You go cook, that’s where your heart is. Not on numbers. You failed math.”

Jin glared at him and slapped his hand away, “I failed twice...that’s it. Go get your damn cheesecake.”

Later that night, everything was closed and Jin was in his office. Going through all the reports for that day. The light above him turned on and he jumped in his chair to see Yoongi leaning against the door frame with a lit cigarette in his mouth. Jin glared at him and looked back at his computer, “What did I say about smoking in my office?”

“I’m outside of it. Jimin and Taehyung are going to the bar, are you going?”

“No, I have to finish this report? Is Hoseok and Jungkook going?”

“Yeah, they are.”

“What about you?”

Yoongi let out a puff of smoke and shook his head, “No, I have to pick up my friend. She just got back from Norway.”

Jin raised his eyebrow and looked at Yoongi over his monitor, “You knew someone who went to Norway?”

“She was training there to be a pastry chef and shit. It’s been about...five years since I last saw her.”

“Is she your girlfriend?”

Yoongi choked on his smoke and glared at Jin, “No, don’t ever say that. She’s my best friend. Anyways, see you later.”

“See you tomorrow, Yoon!”

Jin waved towards Yoongi while Yoongi nodded his head at him. He watched Yoongi leave and looked down at this keyboard with a curious look, “Best friend...I never heard of her before...”

Yoongi parked his car in the parking lot of the park he used to play when he was younger. He got out of his car and shut the door, making sure it was all locked up. With his hands in his pocket he made his way into the park. He scanned the park and his eyes landed on the person he had to pick up. He rolled his eyes and made his way towards her, “Why the fuck am I picking you up here? You look homeless.”

She looked up and pouted at him. She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head, “This is where we first met, I thought it would be special if we met here again.”

“Chessy.”

“Oh but you love that.” She sat up and opened her arms wide to the man, “Give me a hug Yoongi!”

“Y/N shut up it’s night time.”

“Just admit you missed me...”

“Shut up.”

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The morning sun burned Jin’s eyes, it was too early to be bright. He unlocked Empathy’s door and stretched his body. He quickly closed the door and headed to his office trying to wipe the tiredness from his eyes. He put his bags on the floor and turned his computer to go through emails. He couldn’t get any sleep last night, he was curious about Yoongi’s best friend. He didn’t have many friends so it caused him to be curious. He went through his facebook and instagram to see if there was anything about her but nothing. Yoongi was a private person and he barely posted on his accounts. He just wanted to know who she was and he didn’t really care if he looked crazy. How the hell did Yoongi have a best friend?

He shook his head and took out his water bottle from his bag, “I wonder if she's like Yoongi...oh god, having two Yoongi’s. I can barely handle one.”

Yoongi entered the restaurant as he let out a small cough. Jin immediately stood up from his seat and headed towards him. Yoongi wiped off the dust on his jacket and looked back up to see Jin looking at him with curious eyes. He raised his eyebrow at him, “Can I help you?”

“Who is she?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“How could you have a best friend?” Yoongi glared at him and walked past him as Jin went after him, “It’s just...you hate people.”

“She’s been my friend since I was in diapers, if anything she’s my sister. An annoying sister.”

Jin nodded his head and watched Yoongi place his things in his locker. He leaned against the wall and looked at the ceiling, “Is she older than me?”

“No, she's the same age.”

“Aww, so she’s your big sister.”

Yoongi felt his eyes twitch and looked at Jin with an annoyed look, “Why are you so curious about her?”

Jin shrugged his shoulders and looked at him, “I’m just shocked you knew someone outside our friend group...I was curious and then you said best friend, I had to know more.”

“She’s my best friend and she might come by today. I don't know though, she wanted to look at the local cafes, saying she needed to see the cakes.”

“Where is she staying?”

“With me.”

“Are you sure she’s not your girlfriend?”

“Jin, if you don’t move I will kick you in your nuts.”

The morning was slow but that’s how it always is. Lunch was when it almost always started to pick up. Jin was in the kitchen working on a sandwich when his phone started to buzz in his pocket. He sighed and hurried up to finish the sandwich, hitting the bell. He walked towards his office and picked up the phone, “Hello?”

“Ah, Jin.”

Jin raised his eyebrow and leaned against the wall, “Hyung, why are you calling me?”

“I’m just reminding you that next week, we’re having a family dinner. Eomma wants to celebrate Nora’s birth.”

“Eomma told you to do this, didn’t she?”

“Yeah, we all know how busy you’ve been. Anyways, see you later.”

“Bye.”

Jin sighed and rubbed the back of his neck roughly, “I forgot...shit.”

Y/N entered the busy atmosphere and her eyes widened to see Yoongi talking in a soft voice to customers. It was cute and it was rare for him to use that voice. She let out a small laugh and continued to stare at him with a teasing look. It wasn’t until Yoongi glanced at her and glared at her that she stopped staring and walked back outside. Yoongi quickly told one of the waiters what the table wanted and headed outside to see Y/N leaning against the wall.

“I’m shocked to see you.”

She tilted her head at him and raised her eyebrow, “I told you I would visit.”

“You said that you were going to look at the cakes, there’s no way in hell you saw all the cakes already.”

She let out a low chuckle and nodded her head, “You're right on that...I saw Namjoon.”

Yoongi's face softened and gently grabbed her hand, “Are you okay?”

“He didn’t see me but I saw him. He was with Eunah.”

“The fact he can walk around and feel-”

“Min-Min...”

Yoongi looked at her sad eyes and nodded his head, she hated talking about her ex, “I’m sorry. I just hate what he did to you.”

“He seems happy.”

“Y/N he doesn’t deserve happiness after what he did to you. Stop being your kind self and be spiteful for once.”

She rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around Yoongi’s waist as he gently rubbed her back, “It’s not fair that he gets a happy ending...while I’m still affected by him.”

“Do you still love him?”

“Oh hell no. It just hurts, that’s all. It’s not because of love it's because, how could you do that to someone, does that make sense?”

“No it does...I can always call Jungkook to beat him up.”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head. She let go of Yoongi and stared up at the sky, “I need to see him. I missed my little bun.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at the nickname (a habit that you’ve had since you were a kid), “He missed you too, trust me. Go see him, he’s probably at his apartment playing games with Jimin.”

“Bun and chicky...Okay, I’ll go see them. I’ll see you tonight at dinner? Taehyung wanted to plan it.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you tonight. Text me when you get to Jungkook’s.”

“Yes, sir.”

He watched her go back to her car and let out a small laugh. She was annoying but he sadly loved it. He walked back into the restaurant heading to the kitchen to get a quick sip of water. Jin put his noodles in the boiling water and went to Yoongi, “Where did you go?”

“I was talking to someone...”

“She was here!! And I missed her!!”

Jin went to go into the dinner room but Yoongi grabbed the back of his chef jacket, “She’s not there. She went to Jungkook’s to say hi.”

“Wait, she knows Jungkook!?”

“Yeah, she babysat him when we were younger. Jimin also loves her.”

“What the hell!? Does the whole group know her!?”

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and placed his bottle back into his locker, “You and Hoseok are the only ones that haven’t met her.”

“That’s not fair, Yah! Yoongi stop walking away from me!”

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Jin sat in his office a couple of days later, with a stressed out look. Levi, dropped a bomb on him last night. He was retiring and it was his last night. Jin was stressed (so stressed that he started cooking Italian food, something he only does when he's stressed). Today was Friday, meaning that it was going to be busy at dinner which also means, people want desserts. Guess what he doesn’t have, a fucking pastry chef or even a head baker. He now understood why Yoongi smokes.

He took a sip of his coffee and roughly ran his fingers through his hair when a knock on his door. Speaking of Yoongi, “Yoon, I can’t handle your sarcasm right now.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrow and leaned against the doorframe, “Why, what’s wrong?”

“Levi, retired.”

“Oh...that sucks.”

Jin let out a laugh and looked up at Yoongi, “Yeah it does suck. Thanks for reminding me of that.”

“I can ask my friend to come over and help.”

Jin stood up from his chair and looked at Yoongi with wide eyes, “Y-YOU WOULD DO THAT FOR ME!”

Yoongi flinched at his loudness and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Lower your voice.”

“Sorry, you would do that for me, Yoon?”

“Yeah, I can just text her right now. She’s just at my apartment playing with Holly.”

Jin smiled and walked up to Yoongi as the younger man looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Jin went down to his knees and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s waist, “Thank you Yoon!”

“I will report this to HR in five seconds.”

Y/N entered the empty restaurant and looked around for her friend. She entered the kitchen and looked around the fancy kitchen. Everything was shiny, Isaac’s kitchen was old but damn did it cook shit good. She continued to walk further into the kitchen until she ran into a hard chest. She felt herself getting flushed and looked up to see a handsome man with warm brown eyes, “I-I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking, I was looking for Min Yoongi.”

“Oh, are you his friend?”

“Yes, I’m L/N Y/N.”

Jin eyebrow raised and tilted his head at her, she was so tiny compared to him. Her hair looked soft with the way she styled it and her eyes captured him completely. She was really fucking pretty. He let out a small cough and nodded his head as he rubbed his neck, “Yoon-Yoongi is near the lockers. Let me show you.”

“Oh thank you...what’s your name?”

“Kim Seokjin but you can call me Jin or chef.”

“Chef Jin...I like Jinnie.”

His face felt red and he quickly turned around so she couldn’t see the blush on his face, “Follow me.”

“Okay Jinnie.”

Jinnie, how can she call me that with a straight face? Jin shook his head and glanced over his shoulder to see her looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He quickly let out a loud cough and started walking causing her to laugh a bit. They walked towards the front and turned a corner where she saw Yoongi drinking from his bottle. She ran past Jin and went to Yoongi.

“Min-Min, you woke me up! Since I’m the baker for you tonight, are you going to try my stuff now?”

Yoongi raised his eyebrow and put his bottle back inside his locker, “As long as it’s not burnt, then yes.”

“I burned one cake, I was ten!”

“It was still burnt.”

Jin tilted his head at the scene before him. It was weird to see Yoongi like this. He was still his hard-headed self but he was somehow softer? The woman before him can make Yoongi softer, she has to be a witch. Jin let out a small cough and she turned to look at him, “I’ll show you the menu. Its-”

“Oh...I made my own menu.”

“Eh? Can I see the menu?”

She nodded her head and opened her purse with excitement. She took out a piece of paper and handed it to the chef, “I made it as soon as Yoongi called me. I just got so excited to come and bake.”

Jin smiled at her and looked at the paper; (Queen’s Garden) Apple tart, tart crust that has rose syrup glazed around the rims. Apples in the shape of roses in the middle with honey, lemon, and a pinch of rose. To finish it off, the plate will have rose petals on the side of the plate.

(Cloud 9) Souffle Pancakes with red bean paste; two souffle pancakes stacked on each other with maple syrup barely coating the top with a dollop of homemade honey butter. To finish it off, whip cream with two sesame seed tuile in the cream and edible flowers. Extra honey butter on the side.

(Tangy Tang) Lemon semifreddo with a raspberry curd; the first layer; pralines, the second layer (ice cream layer) meringue and heavy cream, the third layer; genoise, and the fourth layer raspberry curd. To finish it off, zest from a lemon and dried lemon slices.

(Checkmate) Vanilla and chocolate checkerboard cake; chocolate and vanilla sponge cake, chocolate ganache, and a vanilla bean whip cream. To finish it off, a chocolate rose

Jin glanced at the paper and then back at Y/N, “Isn’t this difficult?”

“It’s basically the same thing I did for chef Issac when he was my mentor.”

His eyes widened and looked at her, “CHEF ISSAC WAS YOUR MENTOR! YOU'RE HIRED”

She blinked her eyes and slowly nodded her head, “That’s why I was in Norway.”

He blinked his eyes and looked between the paper and her, “Y-Your amazing!”

She let out a small laugh as she wasn’t used to being flattered by a handsome guy, “Thank you, I do try my best.”

Yoongi glanced at Jin and let out a small laugh. He shook his head, shut his locker and started to walk away from them, “Y/N, follow me so I can show you my station.”

“Okay, Min-Min.”

Jin watched her leave and she turned back to give him a quick wave. He felt his heart beat faster at her smile. He quickly turned away and slapped his cheeks lightly, “You just met her...stop it.”

Yoongi showed her the workspace and looked at her with a small smile, “So, what do you think of my boss?”

“He’s very animated. That’s fun.”

He let out a small chuckle and nodded his head, “I guess you can say that. Is that a good thing?”

“It’s good, I like it. It’s the opposite of you.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and looked down at her menu, “I want to try cloud 9.”

“Really? Awww, Yoongi, you want to try my food~.”

“Shut up...yes I do.”

The morning quickly turned into night and that means the dinner rush is coming. Jin was extremely nervous about this one because Y/N was here. He did not doubt her ability, it was just her being her that made him nervous. All day she was giving him bits and pieces of her dessert and they were the best thing he has ever tasted. The way it just melted in his mouth and exploded with flavor, it was amazing. The thing that made him nervous was her smile. The way she would call him Jinnie, it was fucking cute. She was cute and he couldn’t focus. So, he moved her station to be behind him instead of being in front of him.

He was cutting his chicken in the midst of the rush when Yoongi came in with a smile. Jin raised his eyebrow at him, “What’s going on?”

“I got so many orders for Y/N’s desserts.”

“What!? There have barely been orders for dinner.”

“Aren’t you happy that people want the desserts? You kept telling me it wasn’t selling and now look.”

Jin nodded his head and glanced over his shoulders to see Y/N whistling to herself while whipping cream and mixing her curd. It’s been a while since the desserts were a hit with everyone, even the staff liked them.

“Jin? Did you hear me?”

He stopped looking at Y/N and looked at Yoongi who had a small smirk, “What did you say?”

“I said, how about you tell Y/N her desserts are doing good. I have to go back outside.”

Before Jin could say anything, Yoongi walked out to the floor. Jin sighed to himself and rubbed the back of his neck. He slowly turned around and saw Y/N trying some whipped cream. He was at a standstill. The way he licked her lips as the white cream coated her lips, was a sight to see. He let out a small cough and walked up to her making her look at him with a smile, “Hey Jinnie.”

“H-Hey. Your desserts are doing good, people ordering your stuff more than my own food. Good job.”

“That’s good, I’m glad people like my desserts. Did you like them too?”

He let out a small laugh and nodded his head, “My favorite is Tangy Tang. I like the bitterness and sweetness, it’s a well-balanced dessert.”

“Thank you, it means a lot hearing it from you.”

Jin smiled at this and leaned against the counter. He nervously scratched his forehead and looked at the whipped cream, “I was wondering...next week I have a party with my family. Would...I mean can you...no, can you please make the desserts for the party?”

“A family party? Is it for an engagement? That’s the only time my family gets together.”

“My brother just had a daughter, Nora.”

She placed the dried lemon slices on top of the semifreddo and smiled to herself, “Aww, a baby. I’ll make some cupcakes for you guys.”

“Well, I was wondering if you could...if you could stay for the party with me?”

She glanced up at him and gave him a teasing smile, “Like a date?”

“I-I mean if you want...I’m not-”

“I would love to, Jinnie.”

“Really!? I mean, that’s cool. Alright, I’ll go to my side to make some chicken or whatever I need to make.”

He turned around and whispered to himself a small yes. He went back to his station and glanced over his shoulder to see Y/N already looking at him. She gave him a small wave and went back to what she was doing. Yoongi leaned against the wall and smiled to himself, at his planned work.

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Y/N sat in Taehyung’s living room as she watched Jungkook and Jimin play their game. She wasn’t sure what they were playing but it was more entertaining to watch them argue than the screen. It was the third night that she worked at Empathy and everything was going well. Well, somewhat good. It wasn’t until Yoongi rushed to his locker and told her that he saw Namjoon with Eunah. She asked for the night off and Jin was nice enough to let her.

She sighed and took a sip of her water with a frown. She hated Namjoon but there was a time that she loved him. She was with him for seven years and was engaged for two. He was her college sweetheart and everything was perfect. They were even planning their wedding but it wasn’t until Yoongi walked in on a conversation between Namjoon and at the time her best friend Eunah talking about taking the money from the wedding and running away. She let Yoongi and Jungkook punch him and after that, she left for Norway.

Seeing him still made her angry but she wasn’t in love with him anymore. In the first two years of being away, she finally came to that conclusion. Taehyung placed the plate of chicken on his coffee table and looked at Y/N with a concerned look, “Are you alright?”

“I’m...thinking.”

“That’s good, especially for you.”

Taehyung sent a small glare to Jungkook and looked back at Y/N, “About what?”

“Namjoon.”

Things got quiet in the room and the game was long forgotten. Everyone looked at her with concerned looks as she looked at the water drops going down her glass, “Noona, you shouldn’t think of him.”

“I know, I just...I don't know what to do. I want to hit and scream at him but that wouldn’t do anything for me. I really want to slap Eunah though.”

Jimin let out a small chuckle and nodded his head, “That makes sense. I think we would let you do that.”

“Noona we should go out.”

She raised her eyebrow at Jungkook and tilted her head, “Where?”

“Let’s go to the bar like how we used to!”

“You guys know I don’t really drink.”

“Jin-hyung has this low-key bar we can go to.”

Y/N turned her head towards Jimin with wide eyes, “Jinnie owns a bar?”

“It’s a small bar...Also, Jinnie.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and looked at the wall, “Yes, I already gave him a nickname...would he be there?”

“I can always text Yoongi to bring him to the bar-”

“NO DON’T DO THAT!”

“I can say that Y/N specifically wanted him to be there.”

“Don’t-”

“Already did it.”

She whipped her head and looked at Taehyung with her mouth open, “You betrayed me...”

“You need dick.”

“I DO NOT!”

The group moved to the bar with Y/N sitting at the edge of the table with a nervous look. Why would she be nervous? It’s just seeing her boss in a bar, that’s a problem. If she liked her boss then this can raise concerns with HR. Hopefully this is just a dumb crush that can be easily washed away. Jin was handsome and charismatic, he was also funny. All the traits you would want in a person. It’s only been three days and he made her feel nervous but she knew how to hide that. Hopefully Yoongi didn’t notice her actions.

“Sorry we were late.”

She looked up and she stared at Jin who was already looking at her with a smile. He was wearing a suit and it made him look more mature, something she thought was hot. He even had glasses on, how could he be so hot under this bar lighting. She shook her head and stood up to give Yoongi a hug, “I missed you...”

“Are you alright? Jimin told me you were thinking.”

She let out a low laugh and nodded her head. She glanced at Jin who was talking to Jungkook, “I’m fine now.”

Yoongi followed her eyes and smiled to himself, “He missed your desserts today.”

“Who?”

“Jin. Go talk to him, since you wanted him here so bad.”

“Shut up.”

She walked past Yoongi and he let out a laugh when Taehyung came up to him, “She’s clueless.”

“Yeah, she is.”

She walked up to him and Jungkook immediately walked away so they could have alone time. Jin smiled at her and took a sip of his beer. She smiled at him and leaned against the wall, “How was today?”

“It was busy but people were sad that there was no dessert today.”

She bit her lip and nodded her head, “I’m sorry about that...”

“No, no. It’s fine. I was just wondering if you were okay.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just me giving people too much power.”

Jin raised his eyebrow and put his glass down, “Is it an ex?”

“Oh, an ex and an ex best friend.”

“Together, that’s even worse. I’m sorry Y/N.”

She shrugged her shoulders and looked down at his glass, “I’ve moved on...trust me, I have.”

He smiled to himself and glanced down at the table with a flustered look, “T-That’s good.”

The rest of the guys looked at them with smirks on their faces. Jimin looked at Taehyung with a mischievous look, “I bet you 50 dollars that they would be together by the end of the month.”

“I think three months and they won’t be together, just going on dates. Y/N likes to be courted, right, Yoongi?”

“Jimin, you're going to lose money but go ahead.”

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Jin stood in his family home staring at himself in the mirror with a nervous look. He wanted to look good, Y/N was coming to head out her cupcakes and she was his date. He didn’t tell anyone that she was his date, he knew his family would make this a big deal and he didn’t want them to scare her away. He fixed his black shirt and walked downstairs to see his brother holding Nora. He smiled at the baby and opened his arms towards the baby, “Nora, want to come to uncle.”

Nora let out a small gurgling noise and showed off her gums. Jin’s brother smiled and handed the baby to him. Jin kissed her cheek and Seok Joong gave him a small smirk, “So, when is Y/N coming?”

Jin choked on his spit and looked at him with wide eyes, “How do you know about that!?”

“You do realize I have Yoongi’s number right.”

“That bas-”

“Don’t finish that sentence Jin.”

Jin turned his head to see his mother glaring at him and he felt sweat forming on his forehead. His mother took Nora out of his arms and gave the little girl a kiss on the forehead, “Dawon wants to see her baby, behave boys.”

Seok Joong let out a small laugh and watched their mother leave. He leaned forward with a small smirk, “So, how do we feel about Y/N?”

“S-She’s cute.”

“Yoongi told me you tried helping her with her cakes. You hate baking.”

Jin rolled his eyes, “I never said I hated baking.”

“Jin, you burn everything when you bake.”

“Yah! Stop it.”

Seok Joong frowned and pointed his finger at him, “If you're serious about her, you need to figure out her position in the restaurant. She’s your employee, remember that.”

Jin sighed and nodded his head, “I know hyung, it’s just a crush. I swear, it will go away.”

“Even if it doesn’t, just make sure you handle it before it gets worse.”

“It won’t get worse, hyung.” He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and he quickly took it out to see that it was Y/N telling him that she was there. Jin smiled but he quickly wiped it off when his brother gave him that knowing look, “It won’t get worse.”

Seok Joong watched Jin rush out of the room and shook his head, “It's gonna get worse, that boy is head over heels for her already.”

Jin opened his front door and smiled when he saw Y/N getting out of the car with boxes in her hand. He felt his chest get heavy when he saw her outfit, she looked beautiful. She was wearing a light pink cami dress with butterflies scattered around on the dress. Her hair was pinned back showing off her silver butterflies hoops and matching necklace. She looked up and waved at him, “Jinnie, can you help me?”

Jinnie shook his head and nodded his head. She looked beautiful but I can’t focus on that. She's much more than her beauty. He walked up to her and grabbed the boxes with ease, “You have so many boxes Y/N.”

“I didn’t know how many cupcakes you needed, so I made five boxes worth.”

“I appreciate this, Y/N. Thank you so much.”

She smiled and grabbed a colorful box, “No problem Jinnie. I get to spend time with you.”

He let out a nervous laugh and looked down at the colorful box with a raised eyebrow, “What's that?”

“I got Nora a plushie. It can be a weighted or warm plushie. I thought it could help your brother through the night.”

“Actually that could help, thank you. What kind of plushie is it?”

“It’s a teddy bear with a flower in its hand, I thought it was so cute.”

The two walked in the house and Y/N eyes met with an older woman's eyes. She looked at her with wide eyes and pointed at Jin, “You didn’t tell me you had a date.”

“Eomma-”

Jin’s mother came right up to Y/N and looked her up and down, scanning her. Y/N stood still and tilted her head at her, “Hello, Mrs. Kim, my name is L/N Y/N.”

“Oh, you're the baker that Seok Joong told me about. Very talented.”

“Thank you for thinking I’m talented, I appreciate it.”

Jin’s mother glanced at the boxes in Jin’s arms and then back at Y/N, “What’s all that?”

“Jin asked me to make cupcakes for the party and-”

“YAH! SEOKJIN! YOU MADE YOUR DATE DO WORK!”

Jin’s face turned red and shook his head, “Eomma, please don’t yell. It echoes.”

She shook her head at him and then back Y/N with an apologetic look, “I’m so sorry that my son is an idiot. Thank you for making the cupcakes, Seok Joong and Dawon will appreciate it. I see you have a gift in your hands, you're such an angel.”

Jin wanted die in that moment but Y/N let out a small giggle at her, “Thank you Mrs-”

“Call me eomma.”

“Thank you eomma.”

She clapped her hands and turned around to glance at the backyard. She looked back at Y/N with an excited look, “Let me introduce you to everyone. Yah, Jin, put those in the kitchen. We’ll pass them out after we introduce your date to everyone.”

Before Jin could say anything, they were out of his sight. He stood there blinking his eyes and sighed, “How the hell can she move that fast?”

Jin took the boxes and placed them on the counter like his mother told him. He glanced outside the window and he couldn’t help a smile appear on his face. Y/N was talking to his father while his mother was taking pictures of her. It was a cute sight to see. Seok Joong and Dawon glanced from their hiding spot and then they glanced at each other. Dawon smiled, “I think it's cute.”

“It’s cute...want to make a bet on them?”

“Of course, love.”

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It’s been two months and Jin was in trouble. He liked Y/N even more, something he didn’t want to happen. He was her boss and this was inappropriate on so many levels. HR would kill him if they found out his feelings. He was having an inner battle, he wanted to date Y/N but he knew it was wrong. He was disappointed with himself because he took his business seriously and he didn’t want it to have a downfall because of his selfishness. It would ruin so many lives.

Jin sat in his car, running his fingers through his hair roughly. He couldn’t let this turn into something more, he was her boss. Also there was no way that Y/N liked him. It wouldn’t make sense. Tonight, Yoongi invited him to a club and he accepted without thinking because he heard that Y/N was going. He was annoyed that he accepted because he needed to stop being around Y/N outside of work but he couldn’t help it. She was just so addicting.

He sighed to himself and got out of his car with confidence. He entered the club and headed up to the VIP room. Hoseok always hooked them up at his clubs and this was no different. He went up the stairs and his eyes landed right on her. She was wearing a glitter bodycon dress with her hair in a ponytail, she looked hot. Jin wiped his hands on his jeans and walked up to them. The first one to notice was Hoseok, “Jin!”

The whole group turned towards them and gave him wide grins, the biggest was Y/N. Hoseok came over and gave him a bro hug, “Sorry I was late.”

“No worries, you're here now.”

He waved at his friends and sat next to Y/N who gave him a smile, “Hey Jinnie.”

“H-Hey Y/N. How long were you here?”

“Only twenty minutes, you're not that late. Want to come with me to get a drink?”

“Umm, I’m actually driving so I’ll just get a red bull or something.”

“No worries, I just wanted lemonade.”

The two left the group and headed downstairs to get their drinks. There was so many people dancing and Jin was sure some of them were fucking on the dance floor. They made their way to the bar and they sat there waiting for their drinks. Jin glanced down at his shoes, not wanting to make eye contact with her, “Jin, are you okay?”

“I’m okay. Just have things on my mind.”

Y/N placed her hand on top of his, causing him to whip his head towards her, “You can always come to me, Jin.”

I can’t tell you why, “Thank you Y/N.”

“Y/N is that you?”

She froze for a second and then she took a look. Jin glanced over her shoulder and saw a tall handsome guy with blonde hair. He was dressed in expensive clothing and it was clear he had an ego, “Hey, Namjoon.”

“I haven’t seen you since-”

“Since you tried taking my money and cheated on me. Yeah, that’s what happens when you're a piece of shit.”

Jin glanced between them with an awkward look. Namjoon let out a deep chuckle and leaned forward towards Y/N, making her lean back into Jin’s chest, “You can’t let that go? It happened years ago, are you that obsessed with me?”

Y/N scoffed at this and she wanted to spit in his face but she held back, “Obsessed? I’m not Eunah.”

“So you remember my wife.”

“You're married? I guess you two truly belonged with each other. Two pieces of shit.”

Jin let out a snicker causing Namjoon to glance at him, “And who's this?”

Without a beat Jin wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist and brought her closer, “I’m her boyfriend.”

Namjoon scoffed and shook his head, “I doubt it. She can’t get another boyfriend after me.”

“And why is that? Cheater.”

“She was in love with me, there’s no way she could move on.”

Jin wanted to punch him but he ignored that feeling. His hand rested on her hips and spun her around to have her face him. They looked into each other's eyes and the music in the club went silent. It was just them in the room with the lights dimmed. Y/N glanced down at his lips and he did the same, the two knew what they wanted. They slowly leaned in and Jin didn’t know who leaned in first but he didn’t care. Their lips connected and she cupped his cheeks as she turned her head to make the kiss deeper. His hands roamed down her back letting his hands touch her lower back. When they leaned away, they both looked into each other's eyes and she gave him a small smile.

A small cough brought them back and Jin looked at Namjoon with a smug look, “What?”

“That was inappropriate to do in front of someone.”

“Dude, you have a wife. Go to her instead of bothering my girlfriend, you look pathetic.”

Namjoon glared at him and scoffed at them both before leaving. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled, “Thank you...you know I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me.”

He looked down at her with wide eyes, “Wait what?”

“Yeah, I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me or I don’t know, ask me on another date.”

“Y-Your serious?”

“Very...”

Shit, “Are you saying...that you like me?”

“Yes, Jin. I do like you.”

“I-I...fuck. Y/N we can’t be together.”

Her eyes widened and let go of him by taking a step back, “You're not interested in me?”

“No! I mean no it's not that. I’m very interested in you. The problem is, I’m your boss. It would be bad for the restaurant, bad for business in general.”

“I understand...”

He wanted to grab her hand but he knew he couldn’t after his speech. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, don’t be sorry. I understand. HR would hate us. I’m going to head back upstairs, okay.”

Before he could say anything she basically ran from him. He glanced down at the counter and felt worse because she didn’t even take her drink. He cursed under his breath and took a sip of his red bull, “Fuck.”

Jin felt like shit. He felt like fresh dog shit before someone stepped on it. Y/N acted completely professional with him and he hated that. It’s been a couple of days since their talk and things were sad, well for him it was. Y/N was acting the same with everyone else but him. She would become stiff and call him chef or Seokjin, he fucking hated it but this is what had to happened. If he wanted to be selfish, the restaurant could’ve been shut down and everyone working there would struggle.

He was at his office typing away his reports when his door slammed open. He jumped in his seat and glared at the person, “Yoongi, what the hell?”

“I should be the one saying that, chef.”

Yoongi leaned against the door frame and let out a puff of smoke. Jin sighed and looked back at his computer screen, “What do you want and why do you seem angry with me?”

“You broke her heart.”

Jin stiffened at this but it was only for a second. He hoped Yoongi didn’t notice but he knew otherwise. He sighed and looked back at Yoongi, “I can’t go forward with her Yoongi. She’s my worker, it's wrong.”

Yoongi let out another puff of smoke and glared at him, “So, you were just leading her on?”

“NO! I would never do that...I just remember my position in power and how wrong it is. I really do like her Yoongi but it’s wrong.”

Yoongi nodded his head at this and sighed, “So...if she didn't work for you..you would date her?”

“I-I mean that would solve the problem...but yes I would date her. I doubt she would do that, she loves her job here and I’m not going to force her to do that. It’s wrong on my end to expect her to do that.”

“Okay...I’ll see you later.”

Jin blinked his eyes and watched Yoongi leave his office. He stood up from his chair and ran out, “Th-That’s it?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jin stood there in confusion and let out a deep sigh when Yoongi closed the front door. Jin rubbed his temples roughly, “Fucking hate my life.”

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It was strange not to see Y/N at work. It felt like something was happening and everyone knew it but Jin. He didn’t want to ask Yoongi where Y/N was because that would be inappropriate especially since he knew his feelings towards her. He continued his routine but he couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder to look at her empty station. Jin was closing the restaurant and was heading to his car when he heard a soft voice. He whipped his head and saw her, “Y/N?”

She smiled and clapped her hands, “Hi Jinnie.”

“Y-Your calling me that again?”

She let out a small laugh and nodded her head, “Of course I am...I can’t call you chef anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t work for you anymore.”

Jin dropped his keys and his bag. He looked at her with wide eyes and mouth, “What are you talking about?”

“I gave my resignation to your brother and it became official today.”

“No, I won’t let this happen. You had a job-”

“Jin, I already started working at this bakery.”

Jin looked at her with shock, “What bakery?”

“Songbird.”

Jin's eyes sparkled and he ran up to her wrapping his arms around her waist, bringing her into a tight hug, “I’m so proud of you. That’s for elites.”

“I guess your girlfriend is elite.”

He backed away and looked at her with hope in his eyes, “You want to be with me still?”

“Of course I do...that’s why I left. I want to start something with you, Jinnie.”

Hearing her say this made Jin snap. He grabbed all the items on the floor and took her wrist. He ran to the restaurant unlocking it with his key and headed towards his office. Y/N let out a small giggle when Jin tossed his stuff on the floor of the kitchen as he kicked his door open. The giggle quickly turned into a whimper as her back hit the back of the door, “Do you really want to be with me?”

“Well, I wouldn’t just leave my job for nothing. I think you should consider yourself lucky.”

“You're lucky you're cute.” He pulled her into him by her hips and bent down to place his forehead against hers, “Would you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes but we should act like we're not dating in front of the guys because I overheard them making a bet on us.”

“Deal.”

He backed her up slowly to his couch until the back of her knees touched the soft fabric. He gently laid her down on the couch and he was glad he bought that extra large couch now. He hovered over her and smiled, “My girlfriend.”

He stared down at her with his dark brown eyes as she looked at him with a smile. He brought his hand up to gently cradle her face and Y/N gently nuzzled her head into his hand. He bent down and gave her that long awaited kiss. He moved down to her neck and gently nipped at her skin, leaving little marks. Her hands went straight to his broad shoulders, gripping on them like her life depended on it, “Can I take this off?”

“Might as well, I have nothing else to do.” He let out a small chuckle and threw the shirt across the room. His hands went down her skirt and looked up at her, waiting for permission. She smiled at this and sat up to palace a kiss on his forehead, “Yes, Jin. I really want to fuck you.”

He tossed the skirt somewhere and looked at her with a soft look, “You're so beautiful.”

His fingers barely touched the laced bra and she felt herself getting flustered. He leaned forward, pushing them both onto the couch. He placed kisses on her breasts and lightly licked her nipple through the fabric. She let out a small moan and gripped his hair gently. His fingertips touched her covered clit and she let out a small whimper, “Does that feel good?”

He pressed a little harder and she closed her eyes at the feeling, “Y-Yes.”

His large hands guided her underwear down her legs as she felt the cold air hit her skin. He kissed the inside of her thigh and up to her core before pressing his fingers on the outside of her pussy. He entered two fingers into her entrance and she let out a small whimper. He glanced up to her making sure she was okay and she gave him a sheepish look, “I-It’s been awhile.”

“Sorry I’ll be gentle.”

“No, just be yourself right now. You can be gentle another time.”

He nodded his head and started thrusting his fingers. She gripped the soft fabric as he continued his speed, “You look really hot, Y/N.”

He rubbed his thumb on her clit, pushing her to the edge but right before she could come, he moved his hand away. She let out a frustrated sigh and looked down at him, “You can’t play like that.”

“Sorry I just want to feel you around me.”

He stood up and took off his shirt and Y/N tilted her head at his body. She wasn’t expecting him to be so fit, I mean she shouldn’t be shocked she loved looking at his arms. He looked back at her with a smudged look, “You like what you see?”

“I do, I’m mad that you’ve been hiding this from me. You're sexy.” His face turned red and looked away from her, causing her to laugh. He took off his pants and underwear as Y/N watched with a small smirk on her face. She glanced down at his member and let out a low whistle, “Nice.”

“Yah! Don’t do that!”

He bent down kissing her again and at the same time unhooking her bra. He tossed the bra on top of his pants and spread her legs for him, “You know...You look hot like this.”

“Like what?”

“Under me.”

“That's good because I’m going to be under you a lot.” He rolled his eyes and lowered himself to give her small kisses on her neck. She rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him in, chest to chest. He felt how wet she was and let out a low goan as she rubbed his erection between herself, “Hurry up, chef.”

He entered her slowly, not wanting to hurt her. She threw her head back a bit and gripped his shoulders when he finally bottomed out, “You okay, Y/N.”

“Yeah...you're lucky I have that IUD.”

“Oh shit. I’m sorry Y/N-”

“Hey, just fuck me.”

Jin kissed her jawline and let out a groan when he started to thrusting. She closed her eyes as the pleasure took over, “Fuck, you’re so big.”

He thrusted in and out faster making her clench around him. She moved her head and gave him a deep kiss as she moaned into his mouth. He hovered over her and looked down to see her thighs jiggle around him and the sweat forming on her body. He looked back up and his hand traveled up her neck. His fingers went around her neck and he applied a light pressure. He continued to fuck her with the light pressure around her neck, “Fuck I’m almost there.”

“J-Jin, m-me too...”

She let out a loud cry as she came around him and feeling her walls clench around him caused him to come as well. He collapsed onto top of her as he kissed the side of her neck. They stayed like that for a few minutes until Jin let out a small chuckle, “Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck is right.”

He looked up at her and kissed the tip of her nose as she let out a small laugh, “My girlfriend.”

“My boyfriend~.”

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